The Confused Sprite
By Catya
I become aware of being in the body again, as my spirit has been forced to return due to the pain of the iron manacles biting into its wrists. As I slowly open the eyes to the gloom, I see him standing before me.
I am Bellderine, I have ended up in the body that I now inhabit, and now which binds me to the earth in a more solid form as a response to Raedwald’s pleads to his God that something be done to cure him of his evil and sinful imaginings. However, the only thing that can stop his deviant imaginings increasing in magnitude in his mind is if he manages to act them out.
The problem for me is that the Whole forgot to mention just how big the sexual deviant dam was in Raedwald’s mind, when it requested it of me to help him.
Until the fateful night when Raedwald rode past and actually saw me, I lived and was part of the essence of the woods by the castle.
I was sent to fulfil Raedwald’s request because even before he had asked I was drawn to the power that he exuded. When he would come to the woods to relax from the pressures of ruling, I would observe him as I felt safe in the knowledge that although the humans did respect the theory that my kind lived, they did not actually believe that we existed, so they never saw us.
So, each time he would come to the woods, like a moth to the flame, I would find myself being drawn ever closer to him. This continued until the time that I happened to staring up in awe of him riding his horse, and I failed to notice that this time he wasn’t looking through me like usual, but actually at me.
It was while Raedwald was picking me up in his strong arms to save me from his galloping horse—as I had suddenly materialised in the pathway—that I realised too late that I had been chosen to help Raedwald deal with his deviant side, which I’d spent many a day happily listening about while he was in the wood.
“I’m getting bored of the manacles now.” His deep resonant voice brings me back into the body that is slowly becoming part of me, and I use its eyes to look into his piercing grey blue ones, I feel a release of pressure on my body’s wrists as he slowly uses the key to unlock the manacles. “I’ve got some rope that I want to try next.”
“Ok, great,” I try to utter enthusiastically. It’s taken a few days, but I’m slowly getting used to my essence being encased on a permanent basis. Even when my essence leaves the body I can still feel it become more and more attached somehow.
I feel the roughness of the coils of the rope as it moves over my exposed flesh as Raedwald binds my naked body to the cross, a cross which he proudly announces, he made with his own hands. I smile, as I sense Raedwald’s strongest desire that he is too scared to admit to anyone, least of all to himself. I watch and feel as he starts to absentmindedly stroke my bare flesh and then my breasts, and I try to stifle my own desire, should it scare him, when he begins to lose himself and starts licking and sucking on my nipples. He comes to, and then leaves the room, just like all the other times, when he finds himself reaching to relive himself, for releasing himself in front of another woman who isn’t his wife, in his eyes would be sinful.
So while I’m left hanging in more ways than one, still bound to the cross, and wishing my body’s sexual desire would disperse. I often wonder whether it would be worth possessing Raedwald’s wife for a while to cut out the middle woman. But the disgust she showed last time Raedwald mentioned it, doesn’t make it worth it.