(<i>DALLIANCE</i>)<br/><br/>The Queen herself had locked herself in her private chambers shortly after her daughter had left on her journey to the dark elf's kingdom. For as much control that Sionae showed – she also showed a loss of it. It was the double edged sword that the tyrant possessed that made her both admired and dreadfully feared. It was how she had succeeded for as far and long as she had. So while the lust had raged from the<i>tricks </i>that the dark elf King had left her former enchantress with to transfer onto her, she waited until she was out of sight to satiate her hungers.<br/><br/>Though the man was already waiting for her, his hands bound above his head on the massive four poster bed etched from strong oak, the silk soft against his irritated skin as his muscles flexed against the binds that held him in place. A special oil had been used on his naked, bronzed body, making him gleam in the candlelight. It made his nerves flare, especially those that capped the head of his pulsing cock that lurched up and down in the air with the flex of his hips. She had wanted every inch of him to burn with the same desire that soaked through her own under garments through the day. To staunch the need, she had worn strips of leather against her thighs, with thin, dulled blades that cut into her skin without actually breaking it to stave off the sensation. The pain from the cilices stoppered the onslaught that was doubtless meant to overcome her.<br/><br/>She wore the device still even as she stripped off her robe after she had cleaned herself from the day, letting the sheer garment pool to the floor to reveal a pair of full breasts with their pointed tips. Rubies jutted from the sides of her engorged nipples, sparkling in the light as she stepped forward to put a knee on the bed where the man sprawled, blind and grunting with his forced desire. She hefted herself up and used her nails to rake across his skin and drag herself to straddle his hips. He jerked up underneath her, his moan quickly stoppered by the press of her palm across his mouth.<br/><br/>“Do not make a sound or I will shove something down your throat to shut you up, pet,” she whispered darkly. Lifting herself up, she reached between them to tighten the metal ring around the hard cock that stood at attention. The ring was there to keep him hard. And to prevent him from releasing until – or even if – she let him do so. He was here as a tool for her to use.<br/><br/>He bit down on his own lower lip to stifle the noise that growled in his throat when she spread herself with her fingers and speared herself down on him, inch by inch, until her slickened channel squeezed around every last one of him. She squeezed around him when she had reached the hilt, her hips bucking and her clit grinding hard against his pelvis as her own low moan escaped parted lips. Once again, the man bit his own lip, this time until he drew blood, to mute his own groan of pleasure. It wasn't until she started to ride him, hands splayed against his oiled chest and her thighs gripping him tight, that he couldn't contain his unfettered moans of desire that passed through his lips as she lifted herself up until the bulbous head of his cock had nearly slid free, only to sink back down with a hard shudder. Of course, as soon as the noise reached her ear, she lifted one hand and slapped him hard across the cheek, her nails scraping skin enough to draw blood. His head rocked to the side, stunned for the time being.<br/><br/>She took her pleasure from him like this three times. Though after the first time her orgasm came, convulsing around his thick length as he twitched inside inside her, she made good on her word to silence him by ripping a length of her sheet and balling it into his mouth, stuffing the orifice full until his jaw strained and his nostrils flared to suck in air where his mouth couldn't.<br/><br/>That night she didn't allow him to release. She instead rode him desperately, the slap of skin on skin becoming more feverish every time she felt herself crest and spasm, her breath heaving and a sheen of sweat caressing her tanned skin, until she finally collapsed off to the side with the ache between her legs pulsing. She left him like that instead, tied to one part of the bed with his erection still high in the air, glistening now with her own juices. The oil she had smothered him with would burn and feed his desires for another few hours at least, and with the sheet shoved into his mouth, the noises he made were muffled whimpers.<br/><br/>Something to sleep to, really.<br/><br/>Smiling like a cat, Sionae tel'Bannon rolled onto the other side of the bed and splayed there in all her naked glory while her daughter remained far away on her errand.<br/><br/><br/><br/>~<br/><br/><br/><br/>The dispassionate way that Natasja's cerulean stare followed the terrified woman tossed over the creature's shoulder suggested that she was nonplussed by her host's means of doing things, though the unpleasant curl of her lip also suggested that she didn't approve of it either. Still, she remained as rigid as ever as the beast hauled the naked red head off, the door closing behind it sealing the other woman's fate.<br/><br/>The smile she turned onto the dark elf king was chilling nevertheless. “I am surprised you did not have your pet fuck her here in front of the rest of us, since you like to make a spectacle of things,” she said just as coolly as her smile. The incline of her head followed as her calculating stare roamed from his chiseled face, down his chest, lingering at the bulge in his pants where he had tucked himself, then back up again.<br/><br/>“I will join you for dinner, then, King Aune, once we have<b>both </b>had the opportunity to clean off the filth of the day,” she said demurely, once the passing surprise of finding the tome in her arms had faded from her face. After all, the king had power. Perhaps even the kind of power that was greater than her mother's. Natasja herself had gained from both her mother<i>and </i>the dead man that was her father, though she kept a certain amount of her skills locked away, hidden until they were called for. She liked it for those who dared to underestimate her. But she also liked to make it clear that she was not prone to budge simply because the man chose to display himself.<br/><br/>Cradling the tome, she turned her attention to the priestess that approached her cheek. With a nod to the woman and a glance back to the armored figures that waited for her command, she followed the woman's lead deeper into the dark elf territory. A cursory glance was spared to the slaves that tread after them, but mostly her attention lingered on the sinuous back of the priestess that acted as their guide. She paused before they disappeared out the doors, glancing back to the king with an almost impish smile on her face.<br/><br/>“Somehow, I do not think a sea drake is going to be a problem, King Aune, though I do suspect that our next meet over the translation to the Queen's book will prove to be interesting.”