The Darke Kai

by BioDread

Slaine's path to Darkness began at his birth. He was left at the gates of the Kai Monastery when he was but an infant in swaddling clothes. The Kai order accepted the baby as one of their own and raised Slaine to young adulthood.

Slaine grew up to be tall and slender, strengthened by the rigorous Kai training that all of the Monastery's inhabitants engaged in. The boy wore his raven hair long, tied with a simple strip of brown leather. Slaine's eyes were dark brown, almost black pools of shadow that made the other students tremble when he looked upon them in anger, which was often. Slaine's furies were legendary, as was his ferocity. The young man gave no quarter in battle, almost every trainee who dueled with Slaine came away with several bruises or a broken limb. The Kai Masters frowned upon young Slaine's blood-lust and worked him even harder, doubling his duties, pushing him harder than any other acolyte.

When young Slaine had a precious free moment, he went to the Monastery's vast library and absorbed the lore of the Kai. He devoured the tales of Lone Wolf's adventures, the Supreme Kai Master's quest for the Lore Stones, and his battles with the God of Darkness, Naar. After studying the lore of the Kai, he delved into the mysteries of the Magi, the long-lived wizards who had mastered spells of unbelievable power.

At the age of sixteen, Slaine forged his Kai weapon. The young man chose to make a sword. Slaine worked long and hard in the Monastery smithy, pounding and shaping the steel that would become his treasured blade. It was nearly midnight, and Slaine was working alone in the smithy when he prepared to finish his sword that still glowed red from the crackling forge. Looking to make sure no one was about, Slaine reached down with his right hand and slid his palm across the red-hot edge of his sword.

"I name thee Death Drinker," murmured Slaine before he recited the words of enchantment he had learned from his studies of the Magi.

Death Drinker's edge hissed as Slaine's blood poured over it. The glowing steel became black as obsidian, shimmering in the firelight. Slaine dipped the hot blade into a nearby bucket of water, then spent the rest of the night sharpening Death Drinker until it had a razor edge.

Slaine's skills grew with every season. He was one of the deadliest swordsman in the Kai order, no one could best him when he held Death Drinker in his grip.

Slaine was well on his way to becoming a Kai Master when a twist of fate, or perhaps the malicious designs of Naar, brought Jenna to the Monastery.

Jenna was eighteen, the same age as Slaine, when she came seeking refuge at the Monastery. It was not the Kai way to admit women to the order, but when the Kai Masters beheld Jenna, they marveled at the potential within her.

When Slaine first set eyes upon Jenna, he lusted for her as he lusted for an opponent's blood in battle. The girl's hair was long and fiery red, her body was lean and curvaceous, with full, swelling breasts. Slaine spied upon Jenna whenever he could, he watched her bathe at night, he observed her training with the Masters. When the other young Kai competed to get Jenna's attention and favor, Slaine snarled with burning jealousy. Jenna would be his woman, he was the strongest, it was only right.

One warm night, after practicing with Death Drinker until he was bathed in sweat, Slaine decided to claim the young woman. He moved silently through the Monastery's halls, a shadow among shadows. Slaine slid up to Jenna's door and carefully pushed it open. The lustful Kai caught his breath when he beheld young Jenna sleeping, her bronzed hair spread out around her beautiful face, her sensual lips slightly open, her covered breasts rising and falling hypnotically.

Slaine softly closed the door behind him and removed his sword-belt. He climbed onto Jenna's sleeping pallet and grasped both sides of her head with his hands. Jenna awoke instantly, she gathered air for a shrill scream.

"Do not make a sound, you are mine," murmured Slaine, reaching out with his mind, using his Kai power to bend the girl's will.

Jenna gasped, her green eyes became wide as Slaine's mind overwhelmed her. Jenna had just begun her Kai training, she was no match for someone with Slaine's training and strength.

Slaine smiled when Jenna was completely within his thrall. She remained still upon the pallet as Slaine pulled off her thin sleeping shift. Slaine ran his hardened hands over Jenna's young body, caressing her smooth, slim thighs, her taut belly, her luscious breasts. Jenna moaned from Slaine's touch, her eyes were vacant, her soft lips trembled as Slaine slipped a hand between her thighs. Jenna's pubic hair was thick and bright red, Slaine buried his fingers within her silky bush and stroked it until Jenna sighed with pleasure. Slaine took his index finger and massaged Jenna's pink cunt, she became wet almost instantly, her thighs closed around Slaine's fondling hand.

The lustful Kai lowered himself upon Jenna and kissed her tender lips. Jenna compliantly opened her mouth so Slaine could insert his tongue. He sucked on the naked girl's lips and rubbed his tongue over Jenna's, his fingers stroking her young sex until his digits were soaked in her warm juices. Smiling wickedly, Slaine removed his hand from Jenna's crotch and pressed his cum- drenched fingers against the girl's soft lips. Jenna began sucking Slaine's fingertips, licking her own honey from his hand.

Slaine reached down and opened his trousers, freeing his hardened, aching cock. He grabbed Jenna's kneecaps and pushed her slender legs apart, positioning his crotch over hers. Jenna stared vacantly at the ceiling, limp beneath Slaine as he slowly pushed his prick inside her, groaning in bliss when the girl's cunt tightened around his erect shaft.

Slaine started humping Jenna, slamming his crotch between the girl's open thighs. Jenna moaned softly, her breasts shaking while Slaine thrust roughly into her. Slaine wrapped his strong arms around Jenna's small waist and pumped faster into her, gasping for breath as he stabbed deep into the enthralled girl's warm belly. Slaine's lust swelled quickly, he leaned down and licked Jenna's bouncing breasts, biting her engorged, brown nipples as he thrust over and over into the young woman's sex, his member swelling inside her until he exploded within her, his seed gushing forth to fill her womb.

Slaine's orgasm weakened his control of Jenna. The girl's vision cleared and she stared up at the sweating young Kai with horror. Jenna screamed, howling at the top of her lungs with terror and revulsion.

Slaine lay paralyzed over Jenna, fear clutching his pounding heart. Fear turned into anger, why was Jenna screaming? She was Slaine's, he had offered her love and she returned his gift with screams. Without thought, Slaine reached out for Death Drinker. He quickly unsheathed the dark blade and held it over Jenna with both hands. Jenna screamed even louder, struggling to get out from beneath Slaine.

"I loved you," wept Slaine before he stabbed down with Death Drinker. Jenna's screams abruptly stopped, she looked up at Slaine with huge eyes as he impaled her dove-white breasts again and again with his obsidian sword.

When the glaze of death filled Jenna's large eyes, Slaine jumped off of her cooling body and slipped back into his trousers. Cinching his belt around his waist, Slaine opened the cell door. The pounding of booted feet was drawing closer, and a few heads of young acolytes peeked out from half-open doors.

Tightening his grip upon Death Drinker, Slaine left Jenna's room and ran away from the approaching Kai. He gathered his power around him, cloaking himself in shadow. He made it into the Monastery courtyard when a Kai Master intercepted him.

"Discard your weapon and face the justice of the Kai, my son," ordered the Kai Master sadly, brandishing a blade glowing with golden light.

"I am no longer a Kai! I will not be weak like you!" shouted Slaine, charging the Kai Master with sword held high.

Slaine and the Kai Master traded blows. Slaine sent a psychic blast into the Master's mind, and the Master blocked it with a powerful Psi-Shield. Slaine poured his anger and fear into another blast, probing the weakening Master's physical defenses at the same time. The Kai Master screamed when Slaine's Psi-Blast shattered his mental shields and stabbed into his mind. Slaine spun the Master's glowing blade away and thrust out with Death Drinker, burying the dark weapon to the hilt within the Master's chest. Warmth poured from the evil weapon into Slaine. The young Kai shivered, an almost orgasmic welling of bliss filled him as he jerked his blade free of the dead Kai Master.

"Slaine! Slaine has killed a Master!" shouted several acolytes from the Monastery windows facing into the courtyard.

Slaine ran to the closed Monastery gates. He lowered Death Drinker and made swift gestures with his left hand, summoning the magic of the Magi. A ball of sizzling green flame formed in Slaine's left palm and shot towards the towering wooden gates. The fireball splashed against the gates and exploded, tearing the gates from their holdings and hurling them out into the night.

Slaine ignored the gate guards running across the battlements, their hair and clothes covered in sticky green flame. The renegade Kai passed through the shattered gateway and disappeared into the forest surrounding the Monastery. Slaine never returned, and his story became a warning to acolytes who desired too much power.

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