In his travels across the dreamscapes of billions of beings, Bane had come across many interesting sights, but he always found himself wanting more, his exceptional, almost omnipresent intelligence always yearning for something he could never discover but eternally longed for. In a jaunt into the dreams of Ashaka, the Queen of Pain, he believed he had found it.

He watched from a distance, as he always did, as the being of soft blue flesh and malicious desires, tormented another lost soul, watching her work her magic, but it was not the pain he was interested in. The emotion of agony had lost its taste to Bane, though fear never would, while Ashaka was drunk with it, driving through scores of “lovers” as she sought to feed her sadistic desires. But Bane found no interest in that, such a task was menial for him, a meal so common to his tastes, so dull and so boring, but another thing caught his interests.

Once again, he watched as she mounted one of her ‘subjects’, riding him, their bodies so close, full of a wonderful feeling that filled Bane’s essence with delight. Even as she slashed and cut his chest, her own feelings of pleasure filled Bane’s head with strange thoughts. This carnal act seemed so delightful, and he knew what to do. Tearing back into the fabric of the dreamscape, Bane sought a suitable host.

He drifted once again, the vast library of thoughts and consciousness sometimes a bit overwhelming for the Elemental, but he drove himself on. He gazed into the dreams of his opponents and allies, though the two where exchangeable to Bane, he cared not for the Ancients, nor their conflict. He peered into dreams, feeding when he had to, but still on the search. An eternity of feeding on the fear of a Dream Goddess had refined Bane’s tastes, and coupled with his own evil nature, the elemental found it hard to find a suitable partner.

But eventually he found it, in a frozen place. With eager thoughts Bane peered into the mind, young and fresh and pure and ripe, gazing into her thoughts. Rylai, the Crystal Maiden. He had fought her before, even fought at her side. She was a beautiful thing when he thought about it, slender, pale but not sickly flesh, lovely features he could now only leer at, and a virgin. Her mind was pure but not unmould able, and as he dived deeper. Alone as a teenager all those years, body full of unspent energy, jealous, even spiteful of her attractive sister who had stolen all those she loved from her. She was perfect.

He summoned himself into reality, tearing into the material realm with a simple spell, and appeared by her bedside. There she was, her fragile form barely covered by the bed sheets, so soft and vulnerable. With a whisper, his servants appeared, sliding into reality, and gently pulling the bed sheets from Rylai’s flesh, revealing it fully to Bane. She wore little, and revealed most of her pale, soft skin to the Elemental, and he grinned with perverse joy. Another whisper, and the tendrils and hands that were his familiars began to take hold of Rylai, wrapping round her wrists and ankles, and softly pulling her off the beds surface.

Rylai shook her head as she awoke, eyes fluttering open, giving her a dim image of Bane. She recoiled in fear at the sight of the creature, his strange form coated in the shadow of her room, though the Crystal Maiden soon realised she was bound, virtually naked and defenceless, her fear filled eyes settling back on Bane who drifted towards her. He raised his hands and placed them on her thighs, running them up along her skin, barely covered by her nightgown; “W-what do you want!?” The panic in her voice flared, while her struggles had faded; “G-GO AWAY! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” Her shouting was feeble, Rylai was on the brink of tears, with Bane almost ignoring her as he continued to fondle her flesh, slowly removing her clothes; “Wh-what are you do-doing?” Her voice was filled with a renewed fear, her young, soft tone filled with a curious fright; “Well, my lovely maiden, I saw your beauty in my thoughts, and believed that you were such a perfect, virgin girl, that I might have you.”

“Wha-whaat? No, no, no, no, no!” Her struggle against him was renewed by Bane’s words, driving her on as she realised Bane’s perverted intent, but it was no use, Bane’s servants holding her tight as she desperately tried to free herself from him. With tired, scared eyes, Rylai watched as Bane tore away her nightgown, revealing a black bra and panties; “All this, for me?” he sneered; “Stop, please! Anything but this!”

Bane continued to ignore her, fondling her breasts, while his servants set to their own deviant work, tightening their hold as they began to massage or molest Rylai, slipping under her clothes, rubbing across her panties, some even joining their master by running across her chest. Eventually one set of demonic hands unhooked her bra, while another tendril began to run against her wet panties, another pair of hands grabbing hold of her head as a tendril forced itself into her mouth.

Already signs of her weakness became apparent, Bane pulling back for a second to observe his servants work, watching closely as they raped the Crystal Maiden into submission. Her mind was weak, her soul filled with doubt and hidden perversion, all he had to do was bring it out, to the surface and it would flow. Rylai was already wet, and occasionally little moans of pleasure escaped her mouth, when it was not filled by a thick tendril, while her resistance had turned to pleasurable shakes and seizures. What a lovely sight, he thought, before dismissing a number of his servants as he approached.

Bane pushed up against her bare back, wrapped his arms around Rylai’s chest and fondling her breasts, kneading the pale flesh squeezing her nipples, forcing delighted moans from the Crystal Maiden, who spasmed and writhed in the hold of the ethereal creature in a twisted sense of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back as Bane’s tendril servants pushed through her coat and rubbed against her panties, one sliding inside of the Maiden, penetrating deep to her core. She threw her head back in delight, toes curling, eyes rolling back and her breathing heavy as the Demon pushed her closer and closer to the edge. The sensual touch of the Elemental’s many limbs furthered her deprived pleasure, even when unable to speak, Rylai’s frozen expression of mad lust told Bane all he needed to know.

The hands holding her boots spread her legs, while another set pulled up her skirt and tore away her soaking thong, revealing her shaven, dripping slit. Her shaking legs and corrupted moans of lust enticed Bane only more, and the rolling mass of his servants went for their prize, Rylai’s mind so full of desire she made no attempt now to stop their entrance, spreading her legs ever so slightly to allow them access. They rushed forward, and Rylai awaited them eagerly.

But then a pause came, it felt like eternity as she lay there in Bane’s arms, almost comatose, waiting desperately for him to take her. She finally looked down, and saw his familiars had retreated, or paused, ‘staring’ listlessly into space, while Bane gave her a leer, still holding her hands apart; “Something wrong Crystal Maiden?” His voice was filled with a vile sense of victory, of how he had reduced her to this, she was still on the edge, and even his perverse tone turned her own. Rylai only then realised she was sliding her thighs together, trying to push herself over the edge, but nothing happened; “Please….”

Her voice was so needy, so full of want, it filled Bane’s head with vile thoughts; “What, Rylai?” “Please, make me…make me” “What is it dear, I can’t hear you” she lurched her head towards him, eyes filled with that wanton lust that filled Bane’s black heart with so much joy; “Make me yours.”

With pleasure.

Bane let go of Rylai’s left arm, and guided her hand down to her soaking cunt with his own, and slowly began to rub, both of them massaging her slit, Bane doing most of the work for the exhausted Maiden, long dextrous fingers slowly but surely worked her back into her frenzy. She shook in his hold, the young virgin, now lost to Bane. He penetrated her with his fingers, working her slit with speed and care, not wishing to harm his new toy, as she spasmed with perverted insanity in the hold of him and his servants. He withdrew his hand for a few seconds, leaving Rylai to whimper at the denial; “Oh my little maiden, don’t worry” he spoke, a deceptive warmness to his voice as he raised his hand to her face. Bane’s long, purple fingers glistened with her juices, and with little effort Bane pushed them into her mouth, the young girl eagerly sucking them clean as Bane began to finger her with his free hand.