[Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training
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				Title: <strong>[Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>30-11-2007, 20:18:52</strong>
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				Elandriel Sil'vane frowned as she felt the painful echo of an inhuman cry, reverberating and yet unheard, in the arching and airy grove that served as the temple for her kindly goddess, Diune of the Healing Hands. Somewhere in the nearby forest, she knew, some creature was in pain, was being hurt for longer duration than what happened in the natural course of things. There had been such a cry last night, and again earlier this morning, when the dew barely wet the grass.<br><br>She could not in good conscience ignore or endure these cries any longer. Something wrong had come into this part of the forest, and was causing harm that she should prevent. A silver knife at her hip, almost hidden against the glimmer of her robe, she moved from the grove and slipped from treetrunk to treetrunk, following the vibrations of torturous pain that called out to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-11-2007, 21:48:13</strong>
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				Brom stepped back from the slowly spinning form of the still struggling deer.&nbsp; It was hanging by it's rear legs from a sturdy branch.&nbsp; Blood dripped down from the network of small cuts that he'd made, darting in each time it's struggles slowed to inflict a fresh hurt on the beast.&nbsp; Laid out in the small clearing were his two previous catches, a pair of rabbits he'd trimmed and cleaned after each had finally passed.&nbsp; The doe before him had already outlasted either of them and seemed quite lively.&nbsp; <br><br>Lifting his whip, he snapped it, striking the helplessly bound animal and setting it to spinning once more.&nbsp; They cannot resist pain, his father had told him before he set out to his task, just keep hurting something and she will be drawn to you like a moth to flame.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>30-11-2007, 21:54:42</strong>
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				The cracking of the whip reached her ears before the sight did, but she could then hear the terrible, panicking cries of the doe, and the scent of blood soon carried with it. It sickened her, and called out to that part of her that was desperate to fix, to heal, to make whole.<br><br>That someone was doing this harming deliberately wasn't something she could avoid, though, and before she got close enough to see, the elf took to the trees, using the interlacing limbs as a path in the air, above whatever danger lurk below, until finally she eased around a trunk and stood looking down into the clearing.<br><br>Her pale, silvery blue eyes widened in sickening horror at the sight that met her, of the doe strung up and bleating, even as the armored human lay his whip against it once more. Her voice rang out over the crack of the whip, her need to bring the cruelty to a halt for a moment overriding her sense of preservation.<br><br>"STOP!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-11-2007, 22:28:14</strong>
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				Brom drew his whip back and shifted to gaze up at the elf in the trees above him.&nbsp; He licked his lips at the sight of her, she was so delicate and beautiful and he found himself erect at the very sight of her.&nbsp; She had no weapons, or at least no bow to strike at him with.&nbsp; And he had no fear of her magics if she had any that she might try to stop him with. <br><br>So instead of answering her, he coiled his whip slowly and deliberately, then drew back and cracked it against the tortured animal once more. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>30-11-2007, 22:32:30</strong>
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				Elandriel's already wide eyes snapped further open, and she felt the animal's pain calling out to her like a near-physical blow when the whip landed.<br><br>With no further words, she tore her gaze from the horrible human, running along the branches on light feet to circle the clearing and reach where the doe was tied, dropping to sit upon the branch and producing her knife, slicing at the rope that held the poor creature aloft as his target.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-11-2007, 23:29:57</strong>
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				He waited for her to cut the doe loose, drawing his whip back and ready.&nbsp; Then he snapped it out, stepping forward and aiming higher, trying to catch her ankle in the leather coils to pull her down from her perch to the ground where she'd be at his mercy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>30-11-2007, 23:35:21</strong>
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				The whip snapped in a tight coil around her ankle, and her head whipped around in a mist of whiteblonde hair, staring at him in that tense moment before he yanked her from the limb.<br><br>But Elandriel was elf, and fell with a twist that landed her in a graceful crouch beside the bleating, squirming dow. Her free hand shot down to grab the whip just before her ankle, and the sliver blade came slashing down after, to slice through the hardened coil of leather.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>01-12-2007, 00:00:41</strong>
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				Brom drew back the severed whip and cast it aside, reaching to draw his sword from it's sheath.&nbsp; Twisted runes run down the center of the blade, the color of fresh blood and glistening as if still wet in the light.<br><br>He grinned at her and flicked his gaze down to the wounded doe.&nbsp; "You're a healer, aren't you?" he asked softly, "You can't just let her suffer... can you?&nbsp; Go on... heal it..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>01-12-2007, 00:07:36</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font">"Stay back,"</span> she warned, the silver knife whipping up between them as poor answer to the production of her awful blade.<br><br>She did not bother to unwind the end of his whip from her ankle, but her long legs peeked from her robe as, still crouched, she slid across the grass toward the twitching doe. In panic, the damaged creature tried to stand and bleated out another pained cry, legs refusing to hold it.<br><br>murmuring something soft and indistinct, she ran her hand gently down its neck, soothing the creatur, and then her eyes grew distant, still gazing toward Brom but not really seeing as she reached out for the touch of her goddess, praying for Her assistance and pulling down the blessing of Her power to find the most dangerous of the hurts in the doe.<br><br>Slowly, several of the wounds took on a silvery glow that emanated also from the priestess's eyes, and then they faded from the doe's flesh. In corresponding points on the elf woman's body, though, dark stains of blood suddenly appeared upon her robe, and the light winked out as she took on the pain and hurt that had so terrified the doe, letting her own body be injured and weakened in turn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>01-12-2007, 02:51:38</strong>
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				Brom watched and waited.&nbsp; He's seen the castle's old healer countless times and knew how the gift worked.&nbsp; Take the wounds and then channel the power into herself to heal them.<br><br>Without waiting for her to recover, he rushed forward with a wild shout.&nbsp; The doe sprang up and away, healthy enough to flee.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>03-12-2007, 17:45:20</strong>
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				The elf skittered weakly back, heels digging into the forest floor as she tried to push her injured form back from him, and she brought the gleaming silver knife up between then with a soft, warning cry.<br><br>Her almost colorless eyes - when she lifted them to him, were filled with pain from the wounds she'd taken into herself to assist the doe, but determination as well. The priestess was not about to let herself be easily taken by a man so obviously cruel. Her lips parted, and in a soft, sussurating whisper that was almsot like wind in the trees, she began a prayer to her sweet goddess to take the wounds from her in turn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-12-2007, 18:01:58</strong>
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				Brom rushed in, trying to take advantage of her weakness.&nbsp; He swung his sword at her knife, trying to strike with enough force to dislodge it from her hand.&nbsp; The dark magics bound into his blade met the pure and holy silver with a shower of sparks and a crackle of lighting as the opposed energies reacted violently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>03-12-2007, 18:20:55</strong>
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				Elandriel's prayer was cut off in mid word with the strike of his sword sending her knife flying, with a shower of sparks and light that made her eyes widen. Quickly, she began whispering a new series of words, the chant similar to the one before, but harsher, darker - one that except in such extreme circumstances as this, she'd not have dared to use.<br><br>The spreading stains on her robes stopped, and there was a dark flash across her light eyes as she threw out her other hand - trying to fling the taken wounds into HIS body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-12-2007, 18:32:17</strong>
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				Brom stopped a moment, but all across his blackened armor more bloodrunes like the ones that gleamed along his blade flared to life, glowing brightly as they spelled out words of protection and warding in the foul language of demonic magic.&nbsp; <br><br>Once the speel and rolled across him and faltered, he moved closer once more and thrust his sword at her, aiming to jab her deeply enough to draw blood but not to sink more than an inch or so of his blade into her shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>03-12-2007, 18:37:40</strong>
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				The wounding magic she'd flung at him dashed against his armor and spilled away to the sides like a spray of water against a shield, and matching cuts sliced open in the surface of two trees on either side of the clearing, but she hadn't the time to notice - his blade pierced her shoulder, and her mouth and eyes opened wide in a silent cry as the metal cleaved open robe, skin, and muscle beneath, pinning the elf upon the metal like a poorly mounted butterfly. She turned to look at the blade, uncomprehending horror plain on her features. It was unheard of for anyone to attack a priestess of Diune!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-12-2007, 18:47:13</strong>
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				He moved swiftly, drawing a dagger from his belt and dropping down to plant his knee into her soft belly just below her ribs.&nbsp; The dagger wasn't enchanted like his sword, but was still long and sharp and menacing as he thrust it forward to press against her throat before she could recover from the surprise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>03-12-2007, 18:57:15</strong>
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				The planting of his knee shoved the breath from her, even as she tried to inhale at the forward press of the blade, metal cold against her pale, slender throat. Elandriel pulled back, pressing down against the ground behind her, and she licked her lips, proud eyes narrowing. "<span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font">Killing me will gain you nothing - there are many of my sisters throughout the world who will ever work against such damage as the likes of you cause to the Great Mother.</span>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-12-2007, 19:02:27</strong>
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				Brom pressed his sword deeper into her shoulder and then released his grip so he could lift the visor of his helm and show her his cold smile.<br><br>"I have no plans to kill you," he said softly as his hand no dropped to brush her hair from her face, "I am going to rape you and torture you and take you back to my keep where you will be kept in a cage like a animal and trained to be a good little pet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>03-12-2007, 19:26:13</strong>
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				This time as he pressed upon the sword, she could not prevent making a noise, a strangled inhalation of sound from a wide-open mouth as she stared up under the raised front of his helm, shaking her head. <span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font">"I'll not be your pet, human. Depend on it, I shall be free or dead before I fall to your wishes."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-12-2007, 19:34:25</strong>
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				Brom drew his dagger down, slipping it between her skin and her already ruined gown.&nbsp; His other hand slowly curled into a fist in her long soft hair as he began to cut the front of her gown open.<br><br>"Oh but you will," he promised softly, "You are not the first of Diune's chosen to be taken by my family.&nbsp; My father took one of your sisters in his youth, and for nearly forty years she has served him loyally and faithfully...&nbsp; As you will serve me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>03-12-2007, 19:52:30</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font">"Lies, easily spoke from human lips," </span>the elf's beautiful features twisted in an angry sneer, and she jerked her head with a wince, trying to free her hair from his grasp. <span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font">"Duine does not grant her favor when the requests are made under duress, and there is no way that I nor any of my sisters would serve a family that contains a creature like use willingly."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-12-2007, 20:18:47</strong>
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				He leaned forward, gripping her hair tighter to still her struggles and touching her soft lips with his own, the cold brush of his armor touching her forehead and cheeks briefly before he leaned back to finish cutting open the front of her robe and opening it to reveal her breasts.<br><br>"No lie," he said with a smile as he circled her nipples in turn with the sharp tip of the dagger, "She suckled my cock and wished me luck and good hunting before I set out yesterday."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>03-12-2007, 20:41:28</strong>
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				Her mouth was hard and tight beneath the brush of his lips, and the elf-woman made a soft, disgusted sound when he sliced open her robes and toyed with the flesh he revealed. "<span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font">Then it sounds like you've destroyed and mangled the purity of the gifts of Diune; but you'll not do the same to me, human."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-12-2007, 20:47:56</strong>
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				"And how do you intend to stop me?" he asked as he let go of her hair to cup and fondle her soft breasts with his gauntleted hand.<br><br>"Will you fight me or use your magic?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>03-12-2007, 20:54:09</strong>
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				Her answer came in her movements; one hand crossed her body to shove hard at the sword he'd left embedded in her shoulder, crying out as it sliced her palm and the meat of her shoulder. Wordlessly, though, she lifted both hands to press hard against his chest, hissing softly the chant she'd made before.<br><br>Before his eyes, and against his chest armor, the wounds of the sword closed up and flashed out through her upraised hands against him, another desperate attempt to force the wounds into HIS body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>04-12-2007, 17:28:39</strong>
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				The foul runes flared to life once more, snaking around his armor in thin lines of script that shielded him and turned her spell aside.<br><br>His hand moved up from her breast to wrap around her throat, closing tightly to cut off her air.&nbsp; "Your magic cannot touch me," he growled, "You cannot fight me.&nbsp; But feel free to keep struggling if you wish."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>04-12-2007, 17:31:46</strong>
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				The wounding power of her spell ricocheted to either side of them, slicing gouges through a swath of spindly forest grasses like someone had taken a scythe to them, but Elandriel didn't notice, her eyes widening and hands dropping to grab at his forearm as his hand fixed around her throat. <span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font">"Goddessless heathen,"</span> she gasped as his hand constricted, and then only her lips moved to form words she could not give sound to, her pale eyes beginning to bulge a little as she scrabbled at his hand, head starting to spark from lack of air.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>04-12-2007, 17:49:04</strong>
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				"I have a god," he hissed as he choked her.<br><br>His other hand returned his dagger and moved to tear her robe further, opening it to expose her hips and the treasure of her mound.&nbsp; He reached down to cup her, brushing rough leather and steel over her delicate folds and soft curls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>04-12-2007, 17:52:49</strong>
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				She could make no audible reply, but for the faint hiss and pop of air trying desperately to force past his hand. The gauntles dug into the unprotected flesh of her throat; she was every bit as unarmored as he was shielded, and able to do no more than twist a little and arch in protest has his cold hand slid down between her legs, making her body shudder in revulsion to the rough touch even as her sight began to dim fuzzily around the edges.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>05-12-2007, 23:37:40</strong>
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				His gauntleted hand brushed her delicate sex while he held her breathless.&nbsp; Then he reached to take something long and wooden from a pouch on his belt.&nbsp; He lifted it to show her.&nbsp; A wooden cock, carved painstakingly down to the veins and polished smooth.&nbsp; At it's base it was attached to a pair of leather straps.<br><br>He turned it slowly, making sure she got a good look at it before lowering it to nuzzle and part her folds, sliding it slowly across her cleft while turning it slightly from side to side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>05-12-2007, 23:45:24</strong>
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				The elf's already pale lips grew even paler as he cut off air and blood at her neck, the pressure such that there would be terrible bruising - but that was not her concern, as her eyes struggled to focus on the carved, gleaming wood cock that he waved before her face.<br><br>She could feel it rubbing slowly over her, and twisting at the same time, and fearing what he meant to do she gave a weird, twisting lurch, trying to draw her thighs closed - such a false organ was a mockery of the life-giving act of coupling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>05-12-2007, 23:57:16</strong>
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				He chuckled at her attempt to close herself.&nbsp; He made no effort to push the shaft into her, instead just rubbing it's length up and down her nether lips, which where now squeezed tightly around the wooden thing.<br><br>"Come on, be a good girl and moisten it up for us..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 00:00:59</strong>
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				Elandriel shook her head, her eyes sparking with tears as her vision threatened to fade, the human warrior blurring in her vision at the effort that motion took; but the awful thing worked up and down the tender flesh of her center, touching it in a way that had been long absent as she had accepted this remote temple for her home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 00:10:34</strong>
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				Brom watched her face closely.&nbsp; His other hand was moving that artificial cock against her folds, angling to make sure the head of it rubbed against her pearl as he worked to coax her body into responding and coating the wooden cock with her juices.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 00:13:21</strong>
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				Her fingers scrabbled in growing panic at the hand squeezing her throat, the muscles jumping and spasming beneath his gauntleted hand as she tried to get some air and perhaps it was the force of adrenaline, perhaps it was the touch where one had been long absent, but her body responded in spite of her inclination, the dry polished wood starting to move more slowly as her body coated it as if with a fine conditioning oil.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 00:17:23</strong>
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				Brom grinned down at her, rubbing and coating the wooden shaft as she began to panic.<br><br>Then he lifted the now wet cock and held it above her mouth as he opened his hand to allow her to breathe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 00:19:27</strong>
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				Her body surged a little with the force of her rasping inhalation when he released her throat; she could catch the odd scent of the object he held above her face, but gave it little thought except to turn her head to the side as she coughed and gasped for more air, vision finally beginning to clear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 00:23:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The hand that had been choking her shifted to grab at her chin and turn her face back towards him while he tried to shove the wooden cock into her gasping mouth before she realized that was why he'd let her breathe.<br><br>Once the wooden shaft was inside her mouth, he lifted her head to loop the straps around her head and fasten them over the base of the gag, holding it securely in place and preventing her from chanting a spell.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 00:27:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her mouth snapped closed, but not fast enough to stop him - only enough to feel her teeth scarping hard along the surface of the wooden implement while he drove it forth over her tongue, muffling a ragged cry of protest and disgust. His work at tying was hindered but little by slim, long-fingered hands pushing and clawing at his own hands, trying to foil his attempts to strap the device in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 00:32:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gathered her hands into one of his own and pinned them to the ground above her head as he finished making sure the gag was tight.&nbsp; Then he leaned closer and licked her face, his tongue drawing a line from her jaw up her cheek and across her forehead.<br><br>"Can't cast your spells now," he said softly, "So I can remove my armor without worry..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 00:34:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One eye squinched shut in a wince as his tongue drew up past it, and she stared up at him in uncomfortable, enforced silence - the taste of her own body strong in her mouth, and her struggling arms trapped beneath the weight he brought to bear on that one hand.<br><br>Light eyes widened, and sparkled with tears as crystalline as a pure spring in the forest deeps, spilling down over high-boned cheeks as she shook her head once more, trying to plead or deny.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 01:44:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand held her wrists tightly, squeezing them as he'd squeezed her throat moments before.&nbsp; His other hand wriggled free of the gauntlet, rough fingertips now stroking over her skin, brushing her from neck down, making sure to pause to toy with her breasts and nipples before easing down to stroke the silky curls and then at last the soft folds of her sex.<br><br>He forced his finger between her lips and explored her warm sex slowly, stroking her pearl and testing the edge of her passage as his fingertip moved slowly up and down the length of her cleft.<br><br>"I'm guessing you haven't ever been fucked by a human," he said softly, "And I hear tell an elf's cunt is tighter than any human virgin could hope to be.&nbsp; So I imagine it's going to hurt when I stretch your pretty little cunt around my cock and ride you till I get my fill."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 01:51:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even with the wooden cock strapped into her mouth, she managed a horrified, protesting moan, and her eyes skittered down his body toward the inevitable juncture of his legs, before pressing closed. The motion squeezed a few more tears from her eyes, and then she turned her head away, not wanting to see him, trying to put him as best she could from her mind - until, at least, he reached the point of what he was threatening to do to her, and then she'd be able to ignore nothing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 02:16:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom laughed as he watched her cry and look away.&nbsp; Still holding her, he lifted his hand from her sex to work the catch of his belt.&nbsp; It took him a few minutes to free himself of his armor and trousers with on hand, but all to soon his cock was free and bobbing above the helpless elf.<br><br>His hand reached to grab hold of her chin and turn her head back towards him.&nbsp; "Open your eyes bitch," he growled, "I want you get a good look at your first human cock before you feel it inside you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 15:26:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His fingers were tight on her chin as he forced her head upright, and slowly pale-lashed lids slid open, looking up at him - and remaining looking up at him, not wanting to see the thing he was going to force upon- within- her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 15:37:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom shifted his grip from her chin to her hair, curling her long tresses about his fist and lifting her head up.<br><br>"I said look at it," he hissed, "Take a good look at your first human cock.&nbsp; Your master's cock.&nbsp; And know that before we're done, you're going to feel this shaft inside all of your holes.&nbsp; I might even make a new one to use... you can after all repair whatever damage I do to you easily enough."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 15:46:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elandriel's eyes flew wide at that awful threat - that he would not only deliberately damage her, as he'd done those animals whose pain had called her forth, but that he would do so with such foul intent, made her mouth ripple oddly around the false cock, trying to form an oath and a plea despite the blockage.<br><br>Her lithe form, so pale it seemed to gleam in the sunlight like a supple rail of ivory, squirmed and bucked below the human, a new desperation now in her attempts to free herself of his grasp.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 16:05:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The gleam in his eyes made it clear Brom enjoyed watching her writhe helplessly below him.<br><br>"Oh I see that idea excites my pet," he chuckled wickedly, "But we'll begin with your proper hole.&nbsp; That is what its there for after all."&nbsp; With that, he let go of her hands and reached down to pull her thighs open and pin them down.<br><br>"And pet... if any of your fingers touch that gag I will break them one by one."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 16:12:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hands immediately had started to go for the gage when he let go of her wrists, but froze in the air, hovering before her face. She did not doubt for a moment that he'd make good on such a threat.<br><br>She looked up at him, trying to decided if she'd be quick enough to undo the unfamiliar straps and thus be able to pray for Diune's aid when he did break her fingers; but then his large hands wrenched her thighs open, baring the seashell-pink folds he'd given small torture to with the wooden shaft that filled her mouth, pressing into the top of her throat and making her breathing shallow.<br><br>She forbore touching the gag, one hand going down to tug silently at his arm, the other clawing uselessly at the front of his armor - the movements an eloquent plea in place of the voice she could not use.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 16:24:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom shook his head, dismissing her wordless plea and bringing his eager shaft to nuzzle her sex as the wooden cock in her mouth had done.<br><br>He ran the head up and down the length of her tender sex, slowly and carefully.&nbsp; "You could put those hands to more use playing with your breasts," he told her, "The hotter your body's furnace is stoked the less painful this will be."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 16:27:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hand left his arm with a muffled, whimper-like sound around the cock-gag, and slid down between her harshly spread thighs, fingers splaying down over her mound and folds as if to protect herself. She felt the head of his sock side up between two slender fingers, and the feel of such thickness was terrifying; yet he meant to put it in her.<br><br>His hand still gripped her thigh, else she'd have twisted onto her front right there and made a dash for the safety of the woods. As it was, her body shuddered in revulsion, but her hand relaxed and fingers curved to slide one cool tip into her pale folds, beginning to try to stroke into being the sweet spring of the female form.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 16:33:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh yes..." he growled as he felt the softness of her fingers brush against his cock and then looked down to see her begin to work her finger into herself.<br><br>"That's a good pet," he murmured, "Go on and make yourself ready for it.&nbsp; Touch it if you want my little pet.&nbsp; You're my little pet elf now.&nbsp; The sooner you accept that and learn to enjoy it the better off you will be."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 16:37:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				More crystal-clear tears drizzled down her angular cheeks as her hand worked between her legs in a way that SHOULD not be forced like this, in a way that SHOULD have been reserved to be done beneath the gaze of a beautiful elven lover - not to try and protect her body from the sexual onslaught of a human about to ravage her, with a taboo creation forced between her lips.<br><br>Her eyes pressed closed again, not wanting to see the thing she'd accidentally touched, and she shook her head a little, keeping her fingers clear as, horribly, she worked to arouse her body for a loathsome partner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 16:45:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched, moving his hips to rub against her sex as he gazed down to watch.&nbsp; And when he could see the glistening signs of wetness, he inhaled deeply to catch her scent.&nbsp; "Mmm... elves smell so much sweeter than human women," he commented, "Now you may wrap your fingers around my cock and guide it in slowly or you can let me impale you."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 16:50:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A few more tears slipped free of her eyes as he posed her another choice, and her slim hand lifted, hesitantly, to curl gingerly around what would soon be inside her. It was large, much too large for her to take, and her eyes flew wide to look pleadingly up at him again with a wordless whine, even while the sugarsnow scent of her body drifted up between them, forced to be ready for this shaft she felt certain she could not take - but at least to be holding, to guide, would perhaps afford her some small measure of control that would be lost if he were to do it himself?<br><br>Control - what a foolish wish, she realized. She had no control here but for the illusion of it that he taunted her with. And with that thought, she abruptly let go and curled her arms around her smooth bare stomach, waiting for the dreaded movement of his hips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 23:57:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His disappointment shown when she let go of his cock and put her hands on her belly.&nbsp; With a scowl, he shifted to press his cockhead against her tight elven passage and then with as much force as he could manage he rammed into her, forcing her body to stretch as his shaft sank into her.<br><br>Without pause, he drew back and slammed again, pounding into her a little deeper each time until his balls began to slap against her dainty ass and his cockhead rammed into the limits of her womb with each thrust.<br><br>"It would seem," he grunted, "I'm not quite too big to fit all the way inside you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 00:03:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her already-wide eyes flew alarmingly wide, almost perfectly round as he jammed forth into her body, pain exploding from the central point of his shaft as he forced his way in, only somewhat added by her body's natural lubrication. Hands lifting, her fingertips scrabbled uselessly at his chest armor, and the wooden cock-gag muffled a high, piercing scream.<br><br>There was a brief reprieve, and then he slammed deeper, lengthening and widening the source of the pain, and there felt almost as if there were a tearing inside as he pressed deep, far deeper than her body had been built to accept. She screamed again, and then sobbed, one hand curling to a fist that struck weakly at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 00:16:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grunted and moved his hips violently and brutally, making his claiming as rough and painful as he could.&nbsp; "You could have made this easier on yourself," he snarled as he impaled her over and over without mercy.<br><br>His hands moved up, cupping the firm globes of her breasts and pinching her nipples tightly as he fucked her relentlessly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 00:24:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Easier? The fear in her heart and pain born of his touch, on her throat and between her thighs, and deep inside, cried out the lie of his snarled words. He was a cruel man, had drawn her to him with brutality, and likely would have been little more lenient if she.ld bent to his wishes. As it was, each thrust was pain, his girth forcing her tissues to stretch else they'd be torn.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 00:35:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He began to move in long strokes, slowing a little in order to draw himself almost completely free of her before driving his entire length back inside her.&nbsp; He grunted at the amazingly tight grip of her around him, even as her body yielded slowly and stretched to accommodate his girth.<br><br>He was smiling and licking his lips now, obviously enjoying her body as he used it ruthlessly.<br><br>"Soon," he grunted, "I'm going to fill your little elf cunt with human cum..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 00:50:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her head lifted from the ground with a muted cry of protest against the act, against his crudeness. Her mind was screaming out for aid against his completion of the act, against the unwabted get that could come of it.<br><br>But Diune could not answer pleas She could not hear, and Elandriel was to suffer his onslaught and its consequences alone.<br><br>Or worse than alone - with HIM.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 01:04:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grunting and pounding into her body relentlessly, Brom panted and clutched her even tighter.<br><br>Suddenly she could feel his shaft pulse and twitch inside her, and a sudden warmth filling her innermost depths as he climaxed inside her while still fucking her just as vigorously, her tight sex keeping his cock firm enough as he continued.&nbsp; Then his thrusts came with a wet squelch and his cum dribbled out with each thrust to soak her folds and seep down to dampen the ground beneath her as well as her ass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 15:47:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could feel the sudden pulse stretching her further, and the sudden additional slide in his hard, brutal movements, and she let out a sound of despairing protest, muffled by the wood shaft that threatened to choke her if she lifted her head. It was half scream, half moan, and all sorrow as he kept moving, using her body even after he spent in her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 16:20:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For several minutes he kept going, enjoying the tightness of her sex around his cock.&nbsp; Her muffled cries made him smile and he kept going in part to let her hear the wet sound of him now.&nbsp; <br><br>But then he drew back and slipped free of her, lifting up on his knees to let his semi-erect cock hang above her, dripping his seed down onto her belly.<br><br>"Does my slave want that wooden cock out of her mouth?" he asked softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 16:37:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After he drew out, her legs remained open for several moments, her hips stiff and aching from being forced apart for his broad hips. Then she slid them together as much as she could - but still he knelt in the way.<br><br>Tearful eyes turned up to him, with a pathetic whimpering sound, and she nodded quickly, brows furrowing - not wanting to admit to answering to slave, but desperately wanting the awful thing out of her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 17:24:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached down, leaning enough that his wet cock nuzzled into the soft valley between her pert breasts.&nbsp; His hand brushed her hair and he smiled.&nbsp; "Does my slave want it out badly enough to take a real one between her lips instead?" he asked in a soft voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 17:31:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her nose crinkled in disgust, giving over an automatic answer before the elf even gave full thought to his proposition; it was bad enough to have the false organ in her mouth, but to accept his actual one upon her tongue, with the taste of herself and of his spend still on it, made her mind recoil.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 17:49:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed.&nbsp; "You'll learn to feel incomplete without a cock in your mouth before I'm done with you.&nbsp; But if you're not ready for it in your mouth I'll just have to find it another home...."<br><br>Then he sat back and grabbed her legs, lifting them and pushing the up and forward to fold her nearly in half and force her rump up into the air.&nbsp; "Now, this is going to be tight," he chuckled, "I'm not sure if I'll be able to get all of it inside you before you pass out." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 17:52:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tight? Of course it would be tight, he'd already been in her- unless he intended...<br><br>Her eyes flew wide and round, her pale skin going chalky as she realized what forbidden thing the awful man must intend, and her teeth clamped and scraped against the wooden cock that spoiled her screaming and kept if from escaping her little mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 17:57:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed as she realized what he intended, and moved to bring the tip of his cock to press against the rosebud of her anus.<br><br>"Unless you'd care to reconsider offering your mouth up to me?" he asked as he held himself there and watched her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 18:00:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her mouth and throat worked a little against the wooden thing as she tried to swallow, her whole body tense to the point of trembling as she stared up at him from between her forced-back legs - and slowly she nodded, hating herself for giving in, but terrified of what he might do to her body if she did not relent to his earlier demand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 18:17:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He slowly lowered her legs.&nbsp; Then he crept up her body to straddle her chest, squeezing her ribs with his knees as his thick wet shaft now nestled once more between her breasts.&nbsp; He reached over and fumbled with his belt before bringing a small leather collar out and slipping it around her slender neck.&nbsp; She felt a sudden flare of something as he closed the clasp, a cold cruel laugh echoed in the back of her head and it felt unclean against her skin, the touch of the leather was supple and soft.<br><br>"That did not come from any beast," he said with a cruel smile as he unfastened the strap and then drew the wooden cock from her lips at last, "I cut it and tanned it myself from the skin of one of your sisters when I had no further use for her body."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 18:23:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her stomach lurched with that revelation, and her hands flew up to her throat with a choked cry, scrabbling at the collar he'd fixed around her throat; it felt cold and unclean under her fingers, and fresh tears pricked forth in her eyes at the thought that this had once been the fair and unblemished skin of one of her sister priestesses.<br><br>Her lips began hurriedly to work, forming the soft and pleading words of a cry to help to Diune; but that cold echo of a laugh she'd felt in her head became louder, and it felt as if something were reaching unseen tendrils into her throat, letting her speak the words, but removing any real power of prayer from them; they were sound, nothing more, and would never reach her Goddess' ears.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 18:58:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He heard her and watched as the collar crawled with more of the writhing blood runes.&nbsp; <br><br>"My lord guided my hands while I crafted this," he said to her, "Infused it with his power to let it bind and seal your own.&nbsp; And you've a more pressing task for those lips than praying my pet..."<br><br>He lifted himself and leaned forward to let his shaft hang above her lips, moving to nudge them with the slimy tip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 19:02:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hands shook as her fingertips traced the collar, feeling a warmth in it that was not born of it being upon her neck, or from having been on his person, but seemed to be imbued into the embossing she felt along the surface.<br><br>"Demon magic," she croaked, her throat still darkly bruised beneath the collar; but she was able to get out little other words beyond that accusation as his cock nudged her lips, which opened in a sob to take it in and thereby protect another part of her body. Her lips were pale, her mouth small, and her jaw had to stretch wide to accommodate the dark and dripping column of flesh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 19:15:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Malikai the Painlord's gift," he answered as she opened her mouth for him.<br><br>He pushed down, enjoying the warmth of her and the sight of her lips stretched into a perfect little O around him.&nbsp; He felt his cockhead brush the back of her throat and drew back, beginning to fuck her mouth with the same selfish brutality he'd shown her sex.&nbsp; "Lick it," he growled, "Suck on it and use those hands to massage my balls."&nbsp; And with each thrust, he tried to force his way a little deeper, to batter his way into her already abused throat. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 19:23:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bent back beneath him as she was, his shaft could force only so far into her throat before it was just bumping and slamming against the inside of her throat, making her gag as she tried vainly to accept the size of the fleshy organ in her mouth, bringing her tongue gingerly up against it - a soft touch like wet velver upon the skin, where she tasted her own sweetness somewhat, but overpowered by the earthy tang of his seed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 19:41:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom grumbled in frustration as his cockhead reached the limit of her mouth and could make no deeper progress from this angle.&nbsp; He began to move, careful not to slip from her mouth as he lifted his leg and shifted in a circle around her head until he was now kneeling above her head and his balls were hanging down to cover her eyes and nose as he pushed in again, pulling at the collar to lift her neck and tilt her head back to allow his shaft to violate her throat and choke her yet again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 19:43:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elandriel was forced to tilt her head back as he kept himself inside her mouth, with a soft, questioning sound before she had to close her eyes to blot out the intimate sight of his nethers. Then he shifted forward, cock driving into her abused throat to cut off her air yet again, and her hands lifted from the collar to land against the front of his hips, pushing as hard as she could to try to dislodge him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 19:58:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He drew back, but only briefly before sliding forward again.&nbsp; The pressure of her hands against his hips didn't stop him from pushing forward once more and he watched as her throat stretched to accommodate his thick shaft inside it.<br><br>He held himself there a moment and then drew back to fill only her mouth.&nbsp; "Lick it slave," he murmured, "And move those hands to your breasts.&nbsp; Pinch those pretty little nipples for me.&nbsp; Pull them and twist them for your master slave."&nbsp; The menace was thick in his voice, lacing it with unspoken threats. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 20:04:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reluctantly, she moved to comply; her tongue found the rounded end of him, and pushed forth along it, unwillingly exploring the headed and veined surface of the shaft that had just been gagging and choking her.<br><br>As she did, her hands slid down from his hips, shaking as they came to her breasts and simply laid upon them for a moment; that trebmle was enough, though, so that when her fingers moved to take hold of her nipples, toying with them gently for his amusement, they were already hard from the subtle and unintended stimulation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 20:42:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom moved slowly, enjoying her tongue enough to make his thrusts shallow enough not to choke her for the time being.<br><br>His eyes watched her hands and she could feel the tremor in his cock at the sight.&nbsp; "Yes my pet," he hissed, "Play with them.&nbsp; Pinch them my pet.&nbsp; Pull them.&nbsp; Twist them for your master."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 20:57:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eyes pressed tightly closed, she could not see the effect she had upon him, but she could feel the tremble under her tongue as it wormed and explored reluctantly around the shaft pressed between her lips. Her hands actually stilled for a moment, and then shifted to cup the small orbs in her palms, adjusting her fingers around her peacy nipples - and then pinched, her fear causing it to be harder than she'd intended, enough to send a painful zing into her bosom and draw a cry from her damaged throat, vibrating for a moment around the muffling gag of his very real cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 22:11:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh yes..." he moaned in response to her, "Such a pretty little pet.&nbsp; Such a good slave.&nbsp; Tease them and abuse yourself for your master."<br><br>He drew back and then pushed forward, invading her throat as he pushed until she could feel his pubic hair against her lips before drawing back to only fill her mouth once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 22:13:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her throat moved and surged around his shaft as it pressed deep, the muscles trying to force him out, trying to gag by failing by his very presence in her; he was thick enough that it distended the soft skin of her throat, making the collar shift down just a little. Between the strip of leather and the bruises from his gauntleted hand, it looked as if she were wearing two.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 22:25:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moaned at the sight of his cock stretching her neck, and began to drive in and out of her mouth in long slow strokes.&nbsp; Each thrust pushed once more into the clenching tightness of her throat before drawing back until just the head was inside her mouth.<br><br>"Your mouth feels even better than your cunt did," he hissed, "I'll be ready to feed you your first meal of human cum soon my pet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 22:28:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Each time he drew back, she had to try desperately to stifle a terrible cough in favor of simply trying to draw breath, and at his words she made a ragged, squealing moan; without much thinking on it, her jaw began defensively to compress, porcelain teeth scraping down against his hardened flesh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 22:39:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand dropped to cup her chin and squeeze her jaw painfully.&nbsp; "Don't bite!" he snapped as he applied the full strength of his grip to her delicate jawbone, "Or I will beat you until you're bloody and broken!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 22:42:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elandriel squeaked, and tried to shake her head tightly in the grip of his hand - it felt as if he squeezed much more, her mandible might actually snap. She opened her jaw as wide as she could, pulling her teeth away from his shaft a curling her lips faintly over them to prevent even accidental drag.<br><br>Beneath his spread thighs, more tears leaked from the elf-woman's eyes, fear and despair twining in cold coils around her heart.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 22:52:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He relaxed his hand as he felt the dampness of her tears against his balls.&nbsp; "That's more like it slave," he chuckled as she curled her lips to keep the scrape of her teeth away from him.&nbsp; <br><br>He pushed forward, blocking her throat once more and holding his cock there.&nbsp; "Work your cunt with those pretty fingers," he demanded, "Show me just how many you can fit inside while you play with your sweet little clit for me."&nbsp; He made no move to let her breathe as he watched and waited for her to comply.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 22:54:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her throat jerked around him with the sudden effort to take a breath, failing to do anything but drag his shaft deeper, and in her growing panic, her hands moved - but not down to the cleft of her thighs, but up to his hips and thighs, pushing uselessly and then beginning to beat at him as sparks exploded behind her eyes; if her eyes had been open, what little she could see would have already been swimming in her pale vision.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 23:00:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's not what I told you to do," he said as she pushed and flailed helplessly at him, "Now get those hands down to your cunt like a good slave and I'll let you have a breath."<br><br>His hips rocked slightly, moving his cockhead in her throat but keeping it blocked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 23:17:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hands pushed and shove a little more, her throat and her chest now lurching with her body's attempts to pull air past the blockage in her throat. Weakly, belatedly, her hands fluttered down over her own body, one halting on her stomach and the other moving to just lay between her thighs as darkness swirled in her beleaguered mind, signaling her immanent unconsciousness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 23:22:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He drew back, pulling his cock free of her mouth and letting it hang above her pretty face as he waited for her to draw that much overdue breath.<br><br>"Such a good little fucktoy," he said softly as he stroked her hair and smiled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 23:24:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Without his shaft in her mouth or his body over her own to hold it in place, she rolled onto her side, head still tilted back, gasping for a breath even as she made a single, desperate bolt - scrambling onto her feet and dashing for the clearing's edge, stumbling a little with the nearness of passing out that hovered with the sudden action.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 23:46:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He rose and set after her.&nbsp; Even staggering and half blinded from lack of air the elf maid was quick and at the edge of the clearing before he started to catch up.&nbsp; He threw his hand out to try and grab hold of the trailing flow of her hair to jerk her to a stop and pull her back hard.<br><br>"Stupid little elf cunt!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 23:49:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stupid or not, she was quick, desperate, nimble, and in her own element. Even as he thundered after her, thick hand s reaching for her pale locks, she was trying to dart up the side of the tree, seeking the safety of the heights she'd had before his whip had yanked her to the ground.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 23:57:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hair slipped away from his grasping fingers and then she was climbing almost as fast as she'd been running, scrambling up the tree and seeking safety in the branches above.<br><br>He rushed forward and sprang up, reaching for her legs to try and grab one of her ankles before she was out of his reach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-12-2007, 23:59:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her bare toes clung tot he rough bark of the tree asshe scrambled upward for the lowest branches - but the time it took to stop moving forward and go upward was enough. A meaty hand closed sharply around one of her ankles squeezing a cry of protest out of her even as she stretched and curled her fingers around the lowest branch. "N-no!" she yelped, her sweet voice gone ragged from the abuse of her soft throat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-12-2007, 04:37:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom shook his head and tightened his grip around her ankle.<br><br>"That was a mistake, slave.&nbsp; Now I have to make sure you don't try anything so foolish again."&nbsp; From his belt he drew his dagger with his other hand and lifted it to touch the tip to the tender flesh of her arch.&nbsp; Then he jabbed the blade into her and sliced forward, cutting open the bottom of her foot and spilling a flow of her blood.&nbsp; <br><br>"That should slow you down till I let you heal it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-12-2007, 05:48:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elf was trying to jerk her ankle free of his grasp when his hand tightened, and she had only the momentary warning of the pinprick tip of the knife before it slashed open a hot wound, and her mouth split with a ragged scream that rang from the surrounding trees and set a terrified bird to flight nearby, wings flapping a hurried beat of escape through the upper branches.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-12-2007, 06:02:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom pulled at her leg.&nbsp; "Come back down here slave," he growled, "Kneel before me and beg my forgiveness.&nbsp; Tell me how sorry you are to have defied your master and I may let that little nick be your sole punishment."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 15:09:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elandriel made no response, though she was speaking. Moving lips tasted sweet tears at the corners of her mouth as she whispered the words that should call down Diune's dread attention and let her fling the wound from her&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;but where normally she felt the gather of the goddess' power, there was nothing.<br><br>Well, not quite nothing. That terrible, unctuous laughter welled up in the base of her mind again.<br><br><span style="font-family: garamond;" class="bbc_font">"I am pledged to my Lady Diune - you are not and shall not be my master, despite what cruel hurts you put to me, blackheart!"</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 16:25:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shook his head and growled as he pulled her down the tree.<br><br>"I offer you a chance to ask forgiveness and you insult me," he snarled, "Poor choice my pet."&nbsp; Then he swung his hand, fist still curled around the dagger to punch her squarely in the back between her shoulderblades. <br><br>Then he pressed her into the tree with the weight of his body as he brought his blade to press against her throat while he reached down to bring his still hard cock to her folds and shove the head of it once more into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 16:31:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her fingertips tried to tighten, even as his downward pull prised her free and scrapped her bared front down the rough bark of the tree - a motion brought to an abrupt and painful halt with the punch in the midst of her upper back, fair head arched back with a grunted cry as it forced some of the breath from her and set up a hard ache in the tightening muscles.<br><br>Then she felt the hard coldness of his dangerous metal come to rest upon the soft skin of her throat, and her inhalation became the fainted of protesting whimpers as she felt his movements behind her, and the hard head of him was reintroduced to her body, where she'd already begun to recover from the enforced stretching that now began anew.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 16:41:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You could have avoided this pain," he growled as he roughly forced his way back into her.&nbsp; He eased forward and leaned back, resting her weight atop his hips.&nbsp; His other arm curled around her waist and he began lifting her up and dropping her back onto his cock as he bucked his hips upwards to thrust into her.&nbsp; Her feet found only air as he held her up off the ground, and the relentless lifting and dropping scraped her breasts and belly against the rough bark.<br><br>And the brutally rough movements made his dagger scrape against her throat, causing tiny nicks as he began fucking her even harder and faster than before.&nbsp; Indeed, she could feel the difference now, this wasn't about his pleasure but about hurting her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 17:10:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could feel the reason, and some small part understood very very faintly what it was he was doing - humiliating and hurting her in retaliation for her defiance, her refusal to submit. He was hurting her and well - forcing her lithe body to stretch to accommodate the hardness and harshness of his fucking, abrading the whole of her front against the tree she'd been trying to escape up into. Most frightening though was certainly the dagger, as his movements became more hard, more brutal, and she felt tiny stinging pans along her bruised and collared throat telling of the metal cutting into her skin as her head remained arched back, gasping and even whimpering a little in fear and pain that boiled up together inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 17:19:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grunted as he worked her all the way onto his shaft, lifting and impaling her fully now.&nbsp; He could feel his cockhead striking against her inner limits as he let her own weight drive her down onto him.&nbsp; His grip about her waist was solid, and he leaned forward a little to press her soft flesh more firmly against the rough bark to scrape and bite at her.<br><br>The dagger he kept in place, even as she leaned her head back away from it he kept it close, not caring that he was adding a series of tiny cuts to the bruises he'd already left there.<br><br>"You can still end this punishment," he grunted, "Tell your master you are sorry and I'll let my slave rest and recover.&nbsp; I'll even let you heal your foot before we leave to walk you to your new home."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 17:25:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was the promise of letting her heal herself that caught her; it had been many years since she'd sustained an injury of her own, let alone one that she'd not been able to absorb or thrust away from herself with the kind aid of Diune, and this many pains, all gathered together in her own body and with no hope of dispelling them was making each one all the worse!<br><br>"Yes!" she cried out in her damaged, hoarsened voice; the sole of her foot felt like a deep line of aching fire had been laid into it, and blood dripped freely onto the ground and onto his boot as he used her cruelly, grinding her soft form against the tree that should have been her haven. "Please, I'm sorry!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 17:35:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let her sink fully onto his shaft, impaling her but ceasing the harsh fucking.<br><br>"Admit that I am your master and you are my slave," he said, letting the dagger at her throat ease back a little, "Let me hear those words from your lips.&nbsp; Just a few little words.&nbsp; Ask nicely and I'll even let you walk clothed into your new home." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 17:38:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shuddered, and squirmed a little upon the thick spear of his manhood. Tears crept from the corners of her eyes, and Elandriel shook her head with a soft, helpless sound. "I cannot... I am beholden to Diune, and to call&nbsp; you master would be to lose the privilege of her gifts..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 17:48:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are my slave," he said as he shifted his hips to let his cock sink a little deeper, "Admit that I have taken you and made you my slave.&nbsp; Agree to obey me like a good slave... like a good little pet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 17:50:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You... you HAVE taken me," she gasped out, swallowed and making another small sound as even that little motion of her throat drew another nick; she could feel several slowly cooling dribbles proceeding down over her collarbones toward her breasts.<br><br>"This is not how one treats a... a pet..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 18:00:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Say it then," he said as his dagger moved to drag it's point along the tender flesh of her neck, pausing only to skip over the collar as he drew it down slowly to follow the path of those streaks of her blood.<br><br>"Call yourself my pet," he whispered against her delicate ear before reaching out his tongue to lick it, "Call yourself my pet and offer to willingly give your body to me as I desire and I shall treat you with gentleness.&nbsp; Otherwise you are nothing but my slave to be raped and hurt and abused.&nbsp; Which do you wish to be?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 18:05:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The choice was little enough choice at all; with the wound on her foot she was as good as hobbled, even if she were not wound in the vise of his arm and impaled upon him, and being traced over with the point of his knife.<br><br>"Your pet... I am your pet, human," she managed, before she began to weep, a deep sob of sorrow and gathering despair shaking her bosom under the light touch of his blade. To be anything other than his pet would meant o be his to abuse, to hurt - and already he'd shown himself very willing to do so, and very good at it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 18:25:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shifted his hips, rocking the length of his shaft inside her a bit.<br><br>"So long as you remain a good pet I won't have to punish you," he said softly, "But be very aware of one thing.&nbsp; If you disobey, if you try to escape, if you try to harm me, you will be hurt.&nbsp; You will be hurt and you will lose all hints of tenderness and restraint.&nbsp; You will nothing but a slave and a fucktoy to be abused and hurt and broken."<br><br>He lifted her then, slowly drawing her up until his cock came free of her and then he gently lowered her to her knees on the ground.<br><br>"Now lick me clean of your juices pet," he said, "And you will give me the release I need, but you may choose how you wish to do so, lips or hands or even your soft breasts.&nbsp; You may take my seed on or inside yourself."&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 18:29:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a good thing he put her down upon her knees - if he'd tried to make her stand, she would surely have fallen. As it was, the elf-woman raised a slim, pale hand to lay against the trunk of the tree beside her to steady herself as she swayed, silvery hair sliding against her shoulders as she bowed her head to let herself weep a few moments longer.<br><br>When finally her face tilted up to him, drawn with sorrow, there was a glisten to her fair skin as if stardust had been sprinkled across her skin - the drying evidence of her tears, as she rose up further upon her knees, mouth reluctantly opening and tongue slipping forth to press tentatively to the shaft that had been in her mouth already, beginning to cleaning it with the tiny, neat licks one might expect of a little cat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 18:36:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom waited patiently, returning the dagger and reached down to stroke her hair with a tenderness none of his previous touches had contained.<br><br>"That's a good pet," he said as she began to lick, his shaft throbbing and reacting slightly to each little touch of her tongue, "You want to be a good pet don't you?&nbsp; I can be very nice to my pets when they're good.&nbsp; You know how to please a man's cock don't you?&nbsp; Show me how you pleased your lovers before you became my pet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 18:39:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At his soft-spoken demand, her mouth paused in its work, and she tilted her head back more to look up past it at his shadowed visage beneath the raised grill of his helm. "My lovers have never been... not with my mouth," she said, even in a softened voice the rasp of what he had done to her throat coming through and making the fluted sound oddly husky.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 18:56:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You may please me as you wish," he said with a smile and another soft stroke of her hair.&nbsp; He was petting her like an animal, but it was still soft and gentle.<br><br>"You do not have to take me into any of your holes if you do not wish to right now.&nbsp; I imagine you'd prefer to let them both recover before I make use of them again.&nbsp; Your lips and tongue and hands will be enough, though you may wish to drink my seed rather than wear it, but that I leave to my pet to decide as well.&nbsp; Once you've satisfied my need I'll let you heal your wounds."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 20:30:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: garamond;" class="bbc_font">"You are not familiar with my people," </span>she observed softly, lifting her other hand to lightly touch the shaft that brushed her teeth, almost as if to brush it gently aside, though she made no such motion. <span style="font-family: garamond;" class="bbc_font">"We give pleasure with our bodies only in the way it is meant to be done. Not with hands, nor mouths, nor any other part of ourselves but for... this." </span>Her hand dropped from his shaft, to the abused passage between her thighs. <span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font">"It is the only right way for such a thing, human."</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 20:36:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As you will my pet," he answered with a shake of his head, "Though I have seen elven women do all of those things.&nbsp; But I did say you could have your choice as long as you satisfied my need.&nbsp; So make yourself ready pet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>11-12-2007, 17:30:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It would hurt; he'd forced into her twice, now, she knew that. But even the pain of a properly oriented coupling was preferable to the disgusting taboos that he was suggesting - using her hands upon him, or other parts of her body? Unthinkable! There was one place a man's member was meant to be.<br><br>Wincing a little at the deep pain in the sole of one foot, she slid away from the tree trunk a little, and shifted around to lay on her back. One hand glided down over her abraded torso, coming to rest upon the slight mound at the apex of her thighs, which slowly she spread - letting him see the peace offering that lay between.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>11-12-2007, 17:39:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom watched and licked his lips.&nbsp; His cock throbbed and he stroked the length of it lightly as she lay back and parted herself for him.<br><br>He sank to his knees between her parted legs and reached to stroke the soft curls, once more touching her with a gentleness that seemed impossible after his previous brutality.<br><br>"Offer yourself to me," he whispered softly as he moved nearer, his bobbing shaft now brushing lightly against her small hand, "Offer your body to me like a good pet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>11-12-2007, 17:43:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Somehow, the gentility seemed even worse, crueler after having known the pan that careful hand could bring. Shaking her head in lack of understanding, eyes shining with wet, she slowly drew up her hand to reveal all of ehrself to him - the pink tint of soft skin, beneath dampened silver curls. "Offer myself? But... I already am..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>11-12-2007, 17:48:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled at her confusion.&nbsp; "So you are," he said, "But tell me you want to feel this inside you.&nbsp; Tell me you want to be fucked like a good pet.&nbsp; Touch my cock with your soft fingers and guide it into yourself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>11-12-2007, 17:49:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elandriel pursed her lips, licking them slowly, and lifted a slim hand to hover just before his manhood, not quite touching it as she looked up at him, asking carefully, "Would a good pet.... lie?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>11-12-2007, 17:52:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No... but you do want the chance to heal yourself don't you?&nbsp; And you would rather be fucked than have me make use of your mouth or ass wouldn't you?"<br><br>His fingers drifted down to rub the pearl of her clit in slow circles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>19-12-2007, 17:30:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly her fingers slid down to curl around his waiting shaft; smooth and faintly trembling even with her hesitance. "I... I would rather," she said softly, a tiny shiver not born of fear coursing through her at the slow trace of his fingertip. Closing her eyes, tightening her small hand that was unable to completely encircle his human girth, she guided the head of him toward her sex.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-12-2007, 04:02:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom sighed at the soft touch of her fingers on his eager cock. Once she'd brought the head of his cock to her abused passage, he began to slide forward.&nbsp; Once more his girth forced her body to stretch and accommodate his human cock inside her.<br><br>But this time he moved slowly, forcing slightly into her then waiting for her body to adjust before drawing back and then slightly deeper.&nbsp; And the whole time his fingers danced over her soft pearl, teasing it gently.<br><br>"Such a good pet," he said as his other hand moved to stroke her hair. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 17:10:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The forward movements pushed her body to restretch for him, and drew soft, muffled whimpers of pain, though it were not so sharp and intense this time as it had been with his initial impalement.<br><br>His fingers stroking the soft bud of pleasure just above where he was steadily working her open was a sensation unexpected and new, and she found herself biting her lip to hold in other soft sounds as well, ones she did not wish to give up to the human that loomed above her, stroking her even as he took her and let her slashed foot continue to bleed into the forest floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 18:10:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom watched her.&nbsp; He could see the way she was shifting beneath him, the flash of her teeth on the softness of her lip.&nbsp; The look in her eyes as she lay beneath him.<br><br>He continued to work into her slowly, stretching her carefully and easing his thick cock into her tight warmth.&nbsp; "Oh such a good pet," he whispered, "Your cunt is so tight around me... So good to want to please me so...&nbsp; Such a good pet..."<br><br>His fingers worked at her clit as he drew in and out in long slow strokes now.&nbsp; <br><br>"Your sweet little elven cunt is going to learn to enjoy being full of human cock.&nbsp; It hurts at first... but all the others learned to beg and plead for it... and so will you my pet..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>28-12-2007, 19:33:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No..." the elf managed to whisper, staring up at him with wide and pained eyes as he stretched and opened her once more around his shaft, filling her to the point that her breathing grew hitched and shallow in reaction, especially as she tried not to let herself struggle too much and incur his wrath once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 15:58:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				More long slow strokes.&nbsp; Easing into her, stretching her to a fullness that seemed like it should be impossible and yet somehow her lithe frame took him until his balls came to rest against her perfect ass.<br><br>Then he drew back, the veins and ridges of his shaft rubbing against her as his fingers worked diligently at her clit, rubbing and coaxing that sensative nub.<br><br>His other hand strayed to her breasts, teasing the points of her nipples, plumping them to stand proudly atop her soft orbs.<br><br>"Such a sweet little pet..." he murmured softly, whispering it over and over as he filled and teased her smaller body relentlessly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>03-01-2008, 22:19:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His movements were soft, slow, gentle, and yet coupled with the pain in her foot it was nearly as much a torture as it had been before, though he'd coerced this fallacy of willingness from her. The little elf shook her head against his repeated pronouncement of her as a pet, crystalline tears ekeing from the corner of her wide eyes as his gentle thrusts jostled her, and his fingertips toyed with the sensitive protrusions of her body, tugging forth responses that she was loathe to give voice to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-01-2008, 23:14:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could see her resisting, trying to hold back the responses he was seeking to coax from her.&nbsp; Brom grinned down as she kept trying to remain quiet.&nbsp; It would not last... her body was turning traitor against her at his insistent and expert touch.<br><br>"Don't hold back my pet... It feels good.&nbsp; Admit that it feels good my pet..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>03-01-2008, 23:17:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It grew increasingly difficult to resist, even as she pressed her eyes closed - blotting out the sight of him, but making the sense of touch all the more prominent with sight gone. One way and then the other her head turned, hair trailing in the moss and leaves with the movement, but eventually despite her efforts a tiny, whimpering gasp escaped her lips, and even she could not claim it to be entirely a sound of protest..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>04-01-2008, 18:22:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes," he purred triumphantly, "That's it my pet... just give into it my pet... let yourself enjoy it..."<br><br>His movements were slow and steady, seeking to prolong his release and draw things out long enough for his expert hands to coax an unwilling climax from her body before he filled her once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>04-01-2008, 18:28:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elf's head shook again, so quickly that her hair actually stirred up and tossed a dry leaf a few inches. But the gesture was useless, his steady touch urging her slender body to more little gasps, soft lurches beneath his impaling rhythm.<br><br>A pressure she knew all too well began to roil beneath his fingers, hot and tingling inside her pelvis, and her lips parted for a soft, protesting moan.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>06-01-2008, 05:25:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yesssss," he hissed, "Oh that's a good little pet...&nbsp; Just a little more my pretty.&nbsp; Let go and enjoy your Master's cock filling you.&nbsp; Cum for me pet... Cum for your Master....&nbsp; Cum and milk my cock like a good pet..."<br><br>His fingers worked to coax her the last little bit, to drive her unwilling body into full betrayal.&nbsp; He smiled as he wondered what sort of cries she'd make in that moment of uncontrolled release... 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>21-01-2008, 17:21:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She fought it; hands clenched, teeth clenched, the delicate skin around her eyes going tight with the effort of trying to restrain any outward semblance of the turmoil built up in her slender form. His thick human cock filled her, stretched her and gave her a strange center around which built a hot, rushing pressure from the work of his fingers, and abruptly she arched upward, impaled upon him an back bowing over the leaf-strewn ground as sensation like being suddenly filled with firewine all through her torso and limbs. her mouth dropped open, wide as it had been when he'd forced her to take his cock there, but it only let out a small sound - thin, keening, like the wind mourning a lost sister breeze.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>21-01-2008, 17:37:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom growled in triumph as he felt her body grip him tight.&nbsp; His fingers stayed busy upon her clit, pinching that swollen nub hard as she arched and came unwillingly beneath him.<br><br>And the added sensation and the sight of her was enough to draw his own release from him, hot spend gushing to spray across her womb and coat it with his seed.&nbsp; He grunted and pumped until both of them were panting and done.&nbsp; His fingers resumed their light and gentle teasing, coaxing more squirming aftershocks and trying to keep her at the plateau of her release as long as he could. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>21-01-2008, 18:07:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The feel of his impalement within her trebled through the course of the orgasm, as her muscles tried to clench and contract, but were prevented by his very presence inside her, until finally the explosions subsided, and she fell back beneath him, panting.<br><br>Eyes shining with water as she gasped for her breath, the elf gathered herself looking up at him with pain etched in her features, <span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font">"Please... my foot."</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>21-01-2008, 18:17:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom nodded and slowly withdrew from her, his cock making a loud pop as it came free of her tight passage.&nbsp; He nodded and sat back, moving his hand from her sex up to the collar about her neck.<br><br>He stroked it as if it were a living thing and whispered something in the tongue of demons.&nbsp; The runes upon it faded and once more she could feel the flow of her goddess' power in her.&nbsp; <br><br>"As I promised," he said softly, reaching to stroke her hair lightly, "You behaved like a good pet should, so you may now heal yourself." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>22-01-2008, 19:59:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sensation of him popping free of her left her feeling stretched, used and empty, and it was all the elf could do not to turn over and bolt for the trees as he reached for the awful thing that encircled her neck. He whispered, and it felt almost as if it shifted, the sensation of it like a thousand ants warm and wriggling and trapped against the skin of her throat, before it subsided and she felt the flow of Diune's blessing suddenly returned to her, like a limb somehow abruptly regrown.<br><br>The sense of it was like being enveloped by home, and she let out a soft, joyous sob as she sat half up, lips already moving in prayer. She was sitting almost upon her hip, drawing the leg with the injured appendage up so that she could arch her hand over it like a parasol.<br><br>As before, her eyes grew distant as she called down the assistance of her goddess, and the deep red mouth of the slash he'd carved into the sole of her foot took on a brilliant, silvery cast. As it did, her words became louder, more urgent, though in a language fluid and entirely incomprehensible to the human.<br><br>Then with a flinging motion and an apologetic-sounding cry, she seemed to dash the silver glow away from her, and in the root of the tree he'd caught her climbing, a similar gash appeared, and then the glow subsided, and she dropped her hand with a gasp for breath, revealing her flesh to have once again been made whole.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-01-2008, 21:13:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom watched, feeling a vague sense of unease and discomfort when she called to her power.&nbsp; The keep's previous healer had been caught and tamed by his father before his birth, and the magic she called upon to work her healing was likewise subdued and defeated from long years of service.&nbsp; <br><br>When she revealed her uninjured foot, he reached forward to stroke her collar.&nbsp; "I am taking my pet to her new home," he said firmly, "Where she will learn to be a good little toy for her master and his household."&nbsp; He watched her closely, trying to judge from her eyes and expression if she was going to fight him or if she was accepting of her defeat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>22-01-2008, 21:22:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes caught the movement of his hand, and her head jerked away, hair running over his outstretched hand cool as water as she rolled, trying to keep him from touching the collar.<span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font"> "NO! You can't take her from me again," </span>she said sharply, an edge in her voice like that of the smoke addicts of the southern cities when threatened with loss of supply.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-01-2008, 22:03:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom's fingers twisted sharply, wrapping in the flow of hair when she pulled away.<br><br>"I CAN take her from you," he said in a growl, "And I WILL take her from you if I see fit to.&nbsp; But swear to keep behaving... promise me you will be a good little pet for your master and I'll leave the enchantment off."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>22-01-2008, 22:09:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She went stone still when his hand went tight in her hair, eyes wide and silent as he growled at her, and her body trembled with the tenseness of NOT moving, despite the near-panic instinct to run.<br><br>But perhaps... perhaps this was Diune's will. If she accompanies this man, a human so obviously given to destruction and pain, she could in turn ease that pain, heal the destruction he caused and better the world outside this part of the forest she'd pledged herself to. And if he was as good as his word, and would not part her from the goddess... "I will go with you. I will... be... good." The words were slow, a little forced, but she nodded along with them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-01-2008, 22:30:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I believe you pet," he said as he rose and made himself busy with cleaning up and donning his clothing and armor once more.&nbsp; He remained near, but made no effort to restrain his new toy.&nbsp; But his eyes watched her like a hawk's, not trusting her newfound obedience to keep her from trying to run once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>22-01-2008, 22:40:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elandriel rose slowly, watching him warily, and seeing how he watched her even as he was occupied. Swallowing, she turned away and took a few slow, unhurried steps before coming to a halt. There was the soft sound of her whispering her prayers to her goddess once more, and her hands lifted to hover, one just before her sex and the other over her abdomen. Twin glows welled forth and faded off, one silvery, the other slightly tinged with a reddish hue.<br><br>As if in answer to her words and work, the seed that he'd spilled forth into her body oozed and dribbled out between slightly parted thighs, lick unto a paste squeezed from a wineskin, and her hands reached down to scoop it away as cleanly as she could, shaking it to the ground.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-01-2008, 22:49:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched and chuckled.&nbsp; "Good, I have no interest in filling your belly with my offspring just yet pet."<br><br>Then he moved to his horse and took a coil of rope.&nbsp; "Hands together before you," he ordered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>22-01-2008, 22:52:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font">"I have agreed to go with you,"</span> she said softly, looking at the rope he drew from his steed, and then lifting her elongated eyes to the tall human's gaze. <span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font">"I will not run, nor cause you harm. Please do not bind me?"</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>23-01-2008, 16:54:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Normally Brom would have dismissed such a plea out of hand.&nbsp; But there was something in her gaze, in the way she asked without pleading that caught his attention.<br><br>He moved closer, letting the hand holding the rope drop to his side and reaching out to stroke her cheek with his other hand, lightly caressing her face and smoothing back her disheveled hair.&nbsp; He watched her as he did, watching those soft, pretty eyes his own hardened orbs.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>23-01-2008, 17:08:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her whole lithe body seemed to tremble faintly with the force of her self restraint as Brom stepped close, his body dwarfing her. Every nerve screamed in her to flee, and she called silently to mind a calming song of Diune, one she often used to soothe beasts too panicked to be still for her to do her work, and it helped her remain still as his large hand skimmed over her face and hair, and his hard, flat gaze fixed upon her own. Elandriel remained silent, watching him, waiting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>23-01-2008, 17:21:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let his fingers drift down to her neck, stroking the skin above and below her collar.&nbsp; Then he slowly moved his fingers to the ring set into its front.<br><br>"Unbound," he agreed, "But with a leash.&nbsp; When we approach your new home, I don't want you to balk out of fear."&nbsp; Plus he couldn't ride through town with her simply walking.&nbsp; The peasants expected a show after all.<br><br>He lifted his other hand and began to feed the rope through her collar's ring and then to tie to securely. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>23-01-2008, 17:35:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The soft skin of her throat jumped and twitched a little beneath his fingers as he stroked above and below the collar, and the nearness of his fingers seemed to swell the chorus of dark voice in her mind, making the elf flinch faintly. Her chin lifted, though, watching him as he worked the rope into the collar and bound it in a knot that her hand lifted to thoughtfully caress.<br><br><span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font">"Before we travel... I wish to dress."</span> Her eyes slid from his, gaze landing tellingly upon the crumpled mass of damaged cloth that was the gown he'd sliced from her body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>23-01-2008, 17:44:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom shook his head.&nbsp; "That I will not grant you my pet," he answered, "This is going to be the way of things, so you might as well learn to accept being displayed."<br><br>He smiled lustfully.&nbsp; "You are perhaps the most beautiful prize I've ever caught."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>24-01-2008, 23:20:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Strangely enough, his refusal to let her dress was met with a fair amount of aplomb - despite her people's many taboos regarding sex, nudity was not figured among them. To be without clothing was a natural state, and well-enough accepted by the pale creature with a nod of her head.<br><br>His next words brought a marring crease between her light and arching brows - he spoke of her as a thing, and one among many. <span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font">"...how many?"</span> Unspoken went her true question - how far had his cruel enforce captivity stretched? What challenge did she face, in going quietly with him to try to right his wrongs?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>24-01-2008, 23:54:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom smiled, his handsome face lighting up.&nbsp; "You are my fourth elf," he answered her, "Though the first priestess.&nbsp; Of humans... I have hunted a score or so in my time, and kept over a dozen as prizes.&nbsp; You will get to meet many of them when we arrive."<br><br>He moved to untether his steed and climbed into his saddle, securing her lead to the saddlehorn and setting out at an easy walk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>28-01-2008, 16:24:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				How strange this human was, that it was THAT question that brought the expression of unabashed delight to his face.<br><br><span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font">"Where?"</span> came the next question, following naturally upon his mention of them arriving. What sort of place could condone the capture and enslavement of women, be they human or elf, let alone those who have found dedication in one of the goddesses or gods? Such questions as these would occupy the nude elf as she followed him, eyes settled curiously upon his back as he rode.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>28-01-2008, 18:04:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The Barony of Desidera," he answered as he set them moving at an easy walk, "Ravenroost Castle to be exact."<br><br>There were few dealings between elf and human, with no formal arrangements between them or even permanent envoys.&nbsp; A few brave souls ventured into the other's lands from time to time, but for the most part each stayed clear of the other.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm not sure what your kind call the lands, but we'll reach the castle by nightfall so I'm sure you're familiar with them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>28-01-2008, 18:15:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font">"Desidera... Ravenroost..."</span> she murmured to herself, and the sound of the words woke distant recollection that raised goosebumps. She'd heard tell of the place - years past, a party had gone to the human lands to make inquiry on the disappearance of some of her people.<br><br>One had returned, a young man, his body twisted and mind wracked with the pain of what had gone on. Elandriel had not met him, but it was known that he was kept apart, and the only healing that had been able to help him had ended in the destruction of his mind, to wipe from it the memory of what he'd seen, and what had befallen his companions.<br><br>They walked on mostly in silence, the elf already reconsidering the wisdom of her decision.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>28-01-2008, 18:29:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom increased his pace, still a walk but a steady one to cover the remaining forest.&nbsp; He was ready to be out of the elven woods, even at the edges word would reach the others soon enough and he did not relish the thought of having to evade invisible tree-dwelling archers.&nbsp; That wasn't proper fighting at all.<br><br>He relaxed as they moved to the human controlled forest, but still remained wary and kept the pace until they emerged into the sunlit fields where he paused and tugged at her leash.&nbsp; "Come get a drink of water pet," he said as he offered her a waterskin, "And you may rest a moment."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>05-02-2008, 20:29:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As they walked, she was dimly aware of someone pacing them, from her home wood through those under human control, and at the edge of it the presence stopped still, blending among the trees. Another of her people, she surmised, and when her captor brought them to a halt, she took the water with a graceful nod, affording herself a long pull as she turned to gaze back at the wood.<br><br>Even knowing what she was looking for, she could not see the shape in the dimness, but she knew it was there. Just as she had been able to feel the doe's anguish, she had a sense of the life that watched them. Elven, and thrumming with worry. Gently, she shook her head, and tilted it back so the movement appeared natural - as if she were shaking out the long silken hair that flowed around her shoulders, before returning the water to the human.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>05-02-2008, 21:02:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Standing in the sunlight, the unholy nature of Brom's armor was more obvious.&nbsp; The dark metal drank the light and seemed to dim the area around him.<br><br>He took the water back from and lifted his visor to take a drink himself.&nbsp; Then he began to curl the leash and draw her closer.&nbsp; Capping the skin as he tugged her into arm's reach, her reached to stroke his gauntleted hand down her body, stroking her neck and breasts with the unnaturally cold metal.<br><br>"Mmm... Such a luscious pet... You've got my loins full and ready to use you again already."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>05-02-2008, 21:06:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Haltingly, knowing now that they were being watched, she let him pull her close with the leash, and as his hand stroked over her neck, her shoulders and bare breasts, her head bent, hair swinging forward as if to curtain herself with the pale strands.<br><br><span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font">"Please... still I ache from your earlier use,"</span> she pleaded delicately.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>05-02-2008, 21:14:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then perhaps I should use some part of you that's not sore..." he suggested with a cruel smile, knowing her aversion to such acts.&nbsp; But part of breaking her would entail forcing her to beg to be used in her ass or to offer up her mouth and he saw no reason not to begin already.&nbsp; Being clear of the elven lands made him feel confident once more.<br><br>He let his hard metal fingers drift lower and stroke her swollen sex, easing a fingertip between her folds to tease the abused knot of her center.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>05-02-2008, 21:22:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The first stroke, metal cold against her sensitive skin, made her inhale sharply, and when a fingertip of the gauntlet slid into her folds she outright gasped, and grabbed at his wrist to try to stay his hand, looking up under his visor. <span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font">"No! Please, I... I will, but... when we stop for the night. When there is no need for more travel, when daylight is gone,"</span> she suggested, attempting to bargain with him - willingness in return for a delay.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>05-02-2008, 21:31:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her mention of daylight did bring a thoughtful look to his face, even as his finger continued to slowly rub her despite her hands around his wrist.&nbsp; His strength allowed him to ignore her efforts.<br><br>"I would prefer to reach the castle before nightfall," he admitted, "If only to have a chance to parade you through town while there's light still to let the peasants get a good look at you..."<br><br>His finger lingered a few more seconds and then eased lower to press cold and hard into her passage to seek any signs of dampness from his attentions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>05-02-2008, 21:39:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font">"Then let us move on," </span>she responded, her body stiffening a little as that thick, cold and hard covering pushed into her, finding her still with a lingering dampness inside from the paces he'd put her through before they begin their exodus of the forest - and whether aimed at him, or for the benefit of the unseen watcher, she shook her head quickly.<br><br><span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font">"Please, sir... to the town, and your castle - and I will be willing for you there, I give my word in the name of My Lady."</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>05-02-2008, 21:59:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lifted his hand away from her and smiled at the glistening wetness.&nbsp; He slowly brought it to her lips and spread it over them.<br><br>"Very well," he said softly, "We'll have you home and let you meet your fellow pets before I have you offer up yourself to my cock again."<br><br>Then he leaned closer, tilting his head to bring his lips to press to hers, the kiss flavored by the tang of her juices.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>05-02-2008, 22:21:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The taste he spread over her lips was one that she knew was not ever meant to come upon the tongue, and her straight nose was already wrinkling before his mouth fell upon hers. There was a moment of no response, and then, minutely, her chin tilted up, pressing her mouth back against his own - faint but definite backup to her promise to be willing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>06-02-2008, 06:50:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom kissed her for several long seconds, long enough to sweep his tongue over her lips teasingly before drawing back.<br><br>"The taste of elven wine is sweet indeed," he said with a grin as he licked his lips.&nbsp; Then he let her leash fall slack and moved to climb back onto his steed.&nbsp; <br><br>"I find myself impatient to be back," he called to her as he spurred the horse into a steady walk, "So I can enjoy you fully my pet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 17:24:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once the big human turned away, Elandriel released the breath that she'd been holding the air cool on her dampened lips as it flowed out and dispersed, sweet and invisible. His lust made him blind, and she was glad of it, moving without protest to follow when he spurred his mount into motion - and the swing of her arms, a signal to someone distant and unseen, to follow... it could easily have been mistaken for the natural swing of her arms as she turned to cast one glance back at the woods that she would likely never see again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 17:38:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They continued, moving away from the woods and into lands that had been cleared for farmland by the humans.&nbsp; A dirt path presented itself first, and slowly grew like a river, more paths joining it as it grew wider and more used the closer they came to town.&nbsp; <br><br>Then they crested a hill and Brom stopped.&nbsp; "Come close," he ordered, "Come and see this..."<br><br>Down below the land stretched out, the fields appearing as blocks of color.&nbsp; The town was visible in the distance, a huddle of buildings along the road their path would join with soon enough.&nbsp; But beyond the town, up in the grey expanse of the foothills lurked the Castle Ravenroost.&nbsp; It's namesake birds circled above it, nothing more than black specks from here.&nbsp; The stone structure loomed like a hungry beast waiting for them.<br><br>"Your new home."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 19:11:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A place to live, perhaps," she replied as she came to stand by his leg, looking down at the ominous structure and the squat town that groveled around it, feeling a premonitory shiver raise the pale hairs at the back of her neck. "I do not think I could ever call such a place home." Unthinking, she lifted a hand to lay against his horse's shoulder - seeming to take some mild, unspoken comfort from contact with a benign living creature.<br><br>Somewhere far behind them, what followed came to a halt, and began to circle to one side, at the very edge of elven sight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 19:27:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom laughed and wondered if their old healer had begun like this.&nbsp; He was sure she had, that the eager slave he'd grown up with was the work of his father's steady training.<br><br>Looking down he tried to imagine what this new pet would be like once her resistance was broken completely.&nbsp; And it was during this quiet contemplation that he jerked his head up and looked back.&nbsp; His handsome face twisted in uncertainty as he scanned the road behind them and scowled as he saw nothing there now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 19:33:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She imagined she could feel the weight of his appraising gaze upon her, but was simply glad that no retribution fell upon her for what she said about his home. In the upper corner of her eye she saw his movement as he twisted to look back.<br><br>It was then, that there was the sound of a whisper in the air, and then a heavy thud as an arrow slammed home in the horse's shouler just before the tips of her fingers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 19:38:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The stallion reared and screamed, pawing at the air.&nbsp; Brom clung tightly, trying to calm the animal and snapping his head to look towards the direction the arrow had come from.&nbsp; He could not dismount while the animal was thrashing, nor could he turn it to charge...<br><br>Instead he jerked his elf's leash tight, lifting her from the ground.&nbsp; "Take the wound," he snarled, "Take the wound NOW!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 19:43:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The pain of the horse was instantly and strongly palpable, her eyes going wide and a little hazy with it even as she began to step back - but then she was pulled from her feet, dangling by her slim neck from the leash and collar he'd forced her to wear.<br><br>His mount's panic was thrumming in her head, and added to her own as her hands drove toward her throat, trying to grip the collar well enough to even gain a breath, let alone say the beseechments needed to heal the horse. While she did, another arrow sliced with a whizz through the air, shattering itself against the back of his gauntleted hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 19:49:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom narrowed his eyes and snarled.&nbsp; He pulled Elandriel up, throwing her across his lap.&nbsp; As soon as he saw the blood sprout from her, he jerked the reigns and turned his warhorse towards the archer.&nbsp; His sword came forth with a loud ring as he charged, hoping to close before his assailant had time to realize the horse has been healed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 20:15:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally she had the chance to draw breath, and drew several before she began her prayers; it was difficult and strange to do without even having the chance to try to calm the animal, nor to examine the wound, and there was the disconcerting echo of dark and unearthly laughter somewhere in the back of her mind even as she felt the sweet blessing of Diune's touch warming her.<br><br>Her hands pressed to the lurching, rearing horse's side, and after several long moments the arrow began to push out of its flesh, muscle and skin drawing together behind it, and an empty hole opened deep in her own shoulder, gleaming fae blood flowing freely from it.<br><br>The animal lurched sideways beneath her, energized with its own panic, and charged forward under the force of it's master's will.<br><br>The assailant quickly came into view - another elf, tall and slim, clad all in browns and tans, and his skin much the same shade; a brilliant green glittered from his eyes, and watching the human bear down upon him, he lowered his bow and drew his sword with an alien cry, strange designs glimmering along its polished blade as he stood ready.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 20:28:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom charged, swinging his own blade with the wild force of his charge behind it.&nbsp; The shapes and lines of runes flickered along his evil weapon's length, awake and bright at the prospect of battle.<br><br>As the sharp clang of blade on blade echoed, brom rode past his foe and lept from his saddle more nimbly than one would expect of man of his size and burdened with full armor.&nbsp; He rushed back towards the elf with his weapon ahead of him seeking to impale his attacker.&nbsp; Heis charge appeared reckless, the act of a man enraged.&nbsp; But the truth was that he had faith in his demon-enspelled armor to protect him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 20:36:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elf held up with a strength unexpected from a body so slim and willowy in appearance, blade shooting flatly upward as his head ducked, long plait of nut-brown hair swinging with the movement as he turned to meet Brom's charge. Again he cried out in his language, and from the horse's back, Elandriel called something weakly back, struggling to slide off the animal's back.<br><br>She hit the ground with a thud and let her legs crumple gracefully beneath her, setting her on her rump while one hand lifted to cover her wound. Her hand swung out and away from her, and as if she'd flung a razor-edged dagger, a short swatch was cut in the nearby grasses - the wound being flung from her.<br><br>The warrior elf did not look at her, though - waiting half-crouched as Brom charged him, and at the last moment threw himself forward in a roll to dive under the human's guard and come up inside it, the tip of his sword screeing with an inexplicable blue flash as it screed along the demon armor, seeking a point of weakness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 20:57:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom laughed and there was an echo to his voice almost as if there was a second voice joining his.&nbsp; The armor sparked and sputtered as his sword scraped along it without finding the gap he sought.<br><br>His charge done, Brom shifted his sword to a single-handed grip and reached to grab at the willowy elf with his left hand, to try to seize him and fling him back.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 21:02:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				From somewhere behind Brom, Elandriel was crying out to the other elf in a dialect unfamiliar to the human, and the emerald eyes widened before being lost from sight - he spun sideways like a dancer, long steps to put himself out of reach and stop facing Brom, to take new stock of the would-be kidnapper of the priestess of Diune.<br><br>Then Elandriel's voice shifted, becoming words that Brom could understand. <span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font">"Stop! Stop, you mustn't hurt him!"</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 21:30:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Too late for that," Brom snarled as he spun to follow the elf.&nbsp; He took his sowrd in both hand sagain and moved to launch a flurry of powerful swings at the slender figure.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 21:34:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elf was a few inches shorter, much slimmer than the human - but he also wore no armor, and was able to move quicker, slender blade darting up like the swift, sure movements of a dragonfly to deflect blows from his dark skin, green eyes glinting.<br><br>There was only the warning of&nbsp; Elandriel's voice behind, and then her weight was abruptly upon Brom's back, clinging to him as if he were one of the trees she was wont to climb - trying to stay his blows. And through the struggle, the other elf let himself be pressed back, step by step, but didn't seem to want now to land any other attempted blows.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>18-02-2008, 22:19:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom bellowed and tried to shake Elandriel from his back, continuing to swing at her would be rescuer.<br><br>But after a moment, he couldn't help but notice that the other elf wasn't really fighting back, only defending.&nbsp; He paused his attack, letting the other dance back out of swordreach and stilling his shaking.&nbsp; He watched the other elf closely as he reached to paw at the priestess' fingers with his left hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-02-2008, 22:22:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The priestess did not try to avoid his hand - as soon as Brom stopped pressing his attack, she slithered down his back to her feet in the grass behind him, and stepped around the big man to say something in their strange dialect to the other elf, before shifting to words her captor might under stand. "You must go home."<br><br>The other elf's mouth tightened in distaste at the shift, and his eyes flicked between her and the collar that bound her throat to the human and his sword, his own held at the ready, point low. "My lady, you know that I cannot."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>18-02-2008, 23:37:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom reached now to rest his left hand possessively on Elandriel's slender shoulder.&nbsp; At the same time he did completely relax his guard, holding his demon-enspelled blade ready if not aggressively.<br><br>His words had been true, it was too late to let this whelp walk away without making an example out of him.&nbsp; Too late to let him go back and rouse his people to try and rescue her.<br><br>But for the moment, he let his pet continue speaking to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 01:05:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You must," she repeated calmly, though her skin crawled beneath the weight of the human's hand. (http://)"I have given this man my word in the interest of the Good Lady's service that I will go willingly with him."<br><br>"But I am sworn to protect you from such as this! I cannot let you-"<br><br>"You can and you will!" Elandriel cut the unnamed elf off, displaying the strength of her belief in her patron lady's will - and if it were possible for so serene a creature as the wood elf to look apoplectic, that was the expression that crossed his face - untill she said something else in the language Brom could not understand, and he acknowledged with a nod, and another careful step away from her and the big man.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 18:56:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom's swordhand itched as the wood elf stepped back and nodded, apparently content to withdraw.&nbsp; He scowled beneath his helmet, this whelp had dared to attack him and he had no wish to let him walk away.&nbsp; Nor did he trust the sulking elf to depart without spying upon his lands.<br><br>But if he did return and tell her people she'd agreed than it could be worth swallowing his pride and bloodlust for.&nbsp; Elandriel could no doubt feel the tension in his grip on her shoulder, and he clutched his sword hard enough to make his knuckles pop and turn white beneath his gauntlet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 19:23:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elf took another step back, and his dark gaze fell again upon the collar that encircled the priestess's neck... and a new resolve entered his expression. He snapped something short.<br><br>Elandriel's shoulders tightened under Brom's hand, even before she cried out protest, and the other elf&nbsp; darted in, point of his sword flashing up toward the human's face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 21:19:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom could not resist the laugh that swelled up in him as he brought his own blade up to deflect the sword enough for the tip to glance off his helmet with a fresh shower of sparks.<br><br>He shifted his grip on his pet, gripping her neck and pulling her against his side as he began to swing his heavier and slower blade at the elf.&nbsp; But holding her against his side, he was able to use Elandriel as an unwilling living shield.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 21:27:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom's laughter was echoed by that other, spine-curdling voice laughing inside Elandriel's own head, and it was with a cry of emotional anguish that she found herself pressed against Brom's side, slender fingers splaying against the demonic armor.<br><br>The other elf's mouth was pressed tight in a grim line of determination, deflecting and redirecting Brom's sword several times before he got an opening, and riskily he stepped closer, silvery blade flashing out toward Elandriel's neck.<br><br>Or more accurately, toward the collar that clung to her throat, attempting to slice free from her the adornment that he'd decided was controlling her, that was making her claim to have chosen something that she would never have agreed to otherwise.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 21:38:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom saw the point of the elf's sword darting in.&nbsp; Too close to bring his own blade in to stop, too fast to move away from.<br><br>In the split second he had, Brom made a choice.&nbsp; He pulled at his pet, lifting her to move her neck and collar out of the bright path and offer up her delicate collarbone and shoulder instead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 21:45:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elf reacted just as quickly, dark eyes widening in horror at what the man did - among their own people, Priestesses of Diune were a link to the sacred and treated as such. One would never have been used as a shield, let along put in such a path of danger.<br><br>His sword could not be stopped, but his hand twisted, the flat of it grinding against her skin; the metal hung up, lowed, and the razor edge of it opened a slim line of red along her moonlight-pale skin, drawing a cry of pain from the woman and one of horror from her would-be protector.<br><br>Instantly he stepped back and knelt, sinking the point of his blade in the earth with both hands and bowing his forehead against the haft, crying out in their strange dialect something that sounded from his tone like apologies and... pleading?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 21:48:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom did not hesitate.&nbsp; He moved in and kicked at the elf, seeking to send him onto his back and away from his sword.<br><br>Then he followed, trying to pin the other man with a boot while aiming his sword at him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Give it back to him," he growled at his pet, "Give his cut back to him."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 21:56:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elandriel cast Brom a strange look - almost one of gratitude - as she hurried to kneel beside the other elf, her hand fluttering down upon his shoulder. "You hear how he grants your plea without understanding; surely you now see this is the will of Diune."<br><br>Then her eyes went distant as she began to murmur her prayers, and the other elf stared with a mix of fear and wonder at her, and at the human who stood over them both. The glow appeared across her back and beneath her hands, red coiling through the white light of it, and the cut faded from her skin - and from the look on the fallen elfman's face, it sprouted in his own.<br><br>"Thank you, Lady," he gasped.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 22:02:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom watched the two elves, his lips curling wickedly as he watched the pain bloom in the fallen elf's face.<br><br>He sheathed his sword, reaching to curl his gauntleted hand in Elandriel's hair as he drew his dagger instead and ran the blade of if slowly over her ribcage.<br><br>"Give him this as well," he growled as he suddenly drew the blade along the underside of her breast, cutting the soft flesh deeply.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 22:07:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Again their cries were twined - hers again of shocked pain, but his of horrified anger, surging to his feet toward the tall human warrior with rage writ large in his sylvan features. Elandriel's hands flew up beneath her bared breast, pressing to stay the wound, and shaking her head. "No, Lord - He did not cause this one, he did not earn this pain!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 22:13:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The blade came up to point at the elven warrior, the red of her blood dripping from it as Brom growled at the other.&nbsp; The man's sword was behind him but he wasn't sure if it would stay the angry elf from trying to attack anyway.<br><br>"You are my pet," Brom answered without looking away from the fighter, "You will do as I say.&nbsp; He entered my lands and attacked me.&nbsp; He wounded my stallion and tried to kill me.&nbsp; He has earned everything that you are going to give him.&nbsp; And you WILL give him these wounds my pet... because otherwise I will see him die slowly in the torture chambers beneath Ravenroost."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 22:28:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sudden point of the sword leveled at him stayed the elf abruptly, but he all but growled at the bigger man... and then his eyes shifted to Elandriel, widening as she extended a blood-stained hand toward him as if supplicating.<br><br>"I am sorry, Kynathien, <em>a'mael ohtar.</em>" The prayer was, as it had been battle, short and harsh sounding, and her other hand flicked out toward her fellow elf. Kynathien's torso bowed as if he'd been struck, a grunt of pain falling from tan lips as a hand clasped suddenly to his ribs, where a darker brown stain was suddenly spreading through the cloth.<br><br>"Elandriel...?" There was disbelief in his voice, and then a sound of strangled anguish as he tried to duck and dart past the human's sword, throwing himself at human and elfwoman.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 22:43:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom stepped back and turned to draw his pet back from the elf while trying to keep the other at bay with his sword.<br><br>"She's mine!" he snapped and swung the blade downward, jabbing it's dark tip into the meat of his pet's thigh and twisting, "You've failed..." he hissed as he drew his bloody weapon forth and held his prize to keep her from falling with her leg rendered useless.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 22:51:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Almost hidden from sight behind Brom, it was nonetheless clear to Kynathien where the human's sword buried itself, hearing the wet, thick sound of rending flesh beneath the Priestess's screams, as she twisted and clutched at Brom's arm to keep from falling.<br><br>"NO!" He roared, long, wiry arm stretching toward the woman as if he would drag the undeserved pain from her, if only he had the blessings of their goddess. "Do not harm her! She is pledged only to our Lady!" His reluctance to speak the speech the human would understand was obvious, and perhaps a sign of his desperate need to protect Elandriel that he used it to try to convince a madman.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 23:37:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom held the wounded priestess up easily and tried to push the other elf back.<br><br>"She's given herself to me," he snarled.&nbsp; Then he hissed to his pet, "Give that wound to him as well.&nbsp; Give him that pain my pet.&nbsp; Show him the truth of my words, that you've sworn to obey me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 23:56:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The pretty elven woman's face was a twist of pain both physical and spiritual, anguished as she leaned against the human, peering past him at the warrior who had thought to rescue her from the strange fate she'd bargained her way into.<br><br>"I will... and then you must go home!" she insisted, fearing how this might carry out if Kynathien refused to go. She gave him no time to respond, though, suppressing the threatening sobs that welled up in her core as she hisses the words she is beginning to hate, and a reluctant, glowing hand flashes out toward her protector.<br><br>He roared anew, stumbling to one knee as the deep and twisted gash appeared in his thigh, dark blood running freely down her trousers while hers was as unblemished as before.<br><br>The look in his dark eyes was a deeper pain that what the wound gave, and he struggled to his feet, and began to take careful, measured steps backward - toward his sword, and toward the distant forests.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 15:17:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom watched Kynathien warily, one hand still holding his sword at the ready while the other continued to hold Elandriel against his side.<br><br>"You should be glad," he said softly to his pet, "It is only your obvious concern for him that stays my hand.&nbsp; I am not a man in the habit of allowing those who attack me to live."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 15:26:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"For that you have my thanks, Lord," she whispered, her honeysweet voice roughened by emotion as Kynathien backed unsteadily away from them, jerking his sword from the dirt with one hand while the other pressed to the wound upon his thigh. He seemed almost unsure of how to handle the gash, as normally he would have gone to Elandriel for healing.<br><br>The sword lifted in a shimmering salute, his dark eyes visible on either side of the line of silver, drawn at the corners and glowering with hard-restrained anguish. "You will not be abandoned nor forgotten," he spat, and it was obvious that he used the language the human could understand on purpose, before turning to set off in a limping run for the wood, moving with surprising speed despite the injuries his priestess had been forced to lay into his body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 15:39:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom watched the elf go, gripping his sword tightly.&nbsp; Only when he was gone from sight did the man sheath his blade, and even though he had not cleaned it, there was no blood remaining upon it.<br><br>Brom turned and smiled at his pet, cupping her chin and gazing down at her.&nbsp; "You are a good pet," he said softly, "I'll reward you once we arrive home."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 15:56:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elandriel's eyes glistened with tears as she looked up at the human who dwarfed her, and there was unspoken pain deep within her eyes before gently she drew her chin from his grasp and turned away, the leash trailing behind her as she moved toward Brom's horse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 16:16:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom watched her as she moved towards his steed.&nbsp; His cock was hard, painfully erect within the confines of his armor at the sight of her eyes so deeply filled with a pain of the spirit rather than body.<br><br>He moved to follow and took her leash then climbed back onto his warhorse.&nbsp; <br><br>He set the animal into a slow walk towards the town in the distance, letting his pet walk in silence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 16:24:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her skin still prickled as they walked with the ghostly remembrance of the injuries the man had done to her, and she nearly had second thoughts about the wisdom of her choice - to freely agree to accompany so cruel a man. But more, her thoughts were upon Kynathien. He'd followed them once, and she hoped he would not prove so foolish as to do so again. She'd explained that this was her choice, albeit one she'd made somewhat under duress. She had made it, though, not the creature in the collar that taunted her even now, unearthly laughter cackling in the back of her mind, delighted by her inner turmoil.<br><br>Elandriel said nothing to this of Brom, though - only walked beside his horse, arms creeping after a time around her nude form to warm it as day faded toward night, and dirt track began to give way to the cobbled streets of town.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 16:41:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sound of iron shod hooves upon cobblestone was loud, even moreso as the bustle of town died at their approach.&nbsp; People along the streets of the town paused to look over, and while there was some surprise at the fact she was an elf, there was none at Brom leading a naked woman on a leash through town.&nbsp; A few voices behind them even whispered thanks that he'd found a plaything that wasn't one of their own daughters and hoped she'd keep him entertained for a good long while.<br><br>And some of the men simply eyed her with hungry lust, stayed from doing more than looking only by their fear of the man holding her leash. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 17:09:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could feel them watching, even before she lifted her head to survey the crowd - hearing more than a few gasps and whispers at the sight of her high cheekbones and slanting, almondine eyes. There was a strange mix of emotion from the people that watched their little procession - fear,, respect, lust, gratitude, hunger - and it all seemed to melt together, making it difficult to pick out the press of any one's persons emotions or physical sensations among the many.<br><br>One arm unwound, her hand lifting to rest upon the horse's shoulder, feeling the shift and ripple of the muscles she'd healed. Those who watched had no way of knowing that she shied from them not because of modesty over her nudity - the elf felt no shame for that - but simply from the strength of response that the sight of her and the mounted man brought, strong physical reactions. Cold spills of fear, stomachs churning.<br><br>These were his own people, and he evoked such a reaction. Her heys lifted to look upon him with hodded curiosity - what did he do even to them?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 17:35:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom continued through the town unhurriedly.&nbsp; He looked down at his prize when she gazed up at him and smiled.<br><br>But then the town fell behind them and the castle loomed larger and larger.&nbsp; The road wound up to it and the gates opened far enough in advance that they did not have to pause to enter.&nbsp; Once they reached the courtyard, a human woman came out to greet them.&nbsp; Clad only in a leather harness that covered none of her modesty, she stepped up to take the reigns of the warhorse and hold him steady as Brom dismounted.<br><br>The woman smelled of thickly of horses, and the stallion nuzzled her as it might a mare.&nbsp; And the woman leaned into the beast's nuzzling eagerly, smiling and seeming almost impatient to lead the animal away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 17:50:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elandriel came to a stop as Brom dismounted, stepping away from the horse as the girl approached. The young woman gave Elandriel a strange sense; she was unhurt, but there was something undefineably equine about her, a sense only strengthened by the way she and the horse nuzzled at one another.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 18:00:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom chuckled and reached out to run a hand through the girl's hair, which made her stiffen but she did not pull away.&nbsp; Then he chuckled and stepped back to let her led the stallion away.<br><br>"That's the mare," he explained softly, "She was taught to tend to the horses quite affectionately, but I do wonder sometimes if we trained her to enjoy the company of the stallions a little too well..."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 18:12:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elandriel's brow furrowed further, and then cleared with a slight shake of her head; he could not mean what he seemed, she decided. It was far too much beyond the realm of the things unnatural.<br><br>She turned in silence toward the bulk of the castle, head tilting back to take in the dark and brooding buildings that comprised the castle of Ravenroost; it seemed in nearly every way contrary to the light, airy forests in which she'd always lived, and she shivered a little before glancing at Brom and taking a slow step toward the building. "This is your... home."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 18:30:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is," he answered, "Born and bred here.&nbsp; The Percivan line has ruled these lands for generations."<br><br>He guided her inside, and began to lead her through the keep.&nbsp; The few servants they passed were even less restrained than the townsfolk, eying Elandriel openly with appraising or uncertain looks, or in a few cases glares that could only be jealously from some of the women they passed.<br><br>As they walked, a pair of human twins approached.&nbsp; Moving with an uncanny unison, they stepped to either side to let Brom and his pet pass, and as one nodded to them.<br><br>"Back so soon?" one asked.&nbsp; Then the other picked up, "And with a new healer in tow?"&nbsp; "Father will be pleased," they concluded in unison.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 18:42:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The two were, to her eye, inextricably matched, and the appearance was only supported by the haunting way they moved and spoke, as if of one mind shared in a pair of bodies. The one nodded to her, and so Elandriel inclined her head in return - resolved to display the utmost in cold politeness to whomsoever she met in this place, not wanting to disgrace her people even among these strnagers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 18:51:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The twins smiled, the same expression on each face.<br><br>"If you two want to make yourselves useful, you could go and inform him that I've returned and taken her to begin her training," Brom answered.<br><br>They nodded in unison.&nbsp; "I don't blame you..." "...I wouldn't want to wait to start breaking that one in either."&nbsp; "We'll let father know you've returned and are hard at work."<br><br>Then they snickered and moved off, leaving her and Brom alone once more.<br><br>"My brothers," Brom explained as he guided his pet down into the depths of the keep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 18:56:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They seem cut of a cloth," she responded, a quizzical glance backward over her shoulder before her bare feet padded down the hard, cold stone of the stair. "Which is the elder?"<br><br>They seemed so alike that she hadn't been able to pick out which was the older and which the younger sibling, and she found herself wondering if it were perhaps a spell that made them so alike - twins were unknown among elvenkind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 19:10:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They were born together," he answered, "Neither is elder, not even but a few minutes.&nbsp; They were so tightly entwined in our mother's womb that the midwife had to cut her open to remove them as one squirming huddled knot.&nbsp; And they have been loathe to be apart ever since, to the point of screaming and violence as young children whenever they were parted."<br><br>He guided them to a hallway, leaving away from a stair that descended deeper, made of much older stone than the ones around them.&nbsp; From those depths came a soft whispering, and it seemed the voice in her collar became louder in response.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 19:53:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elandriel was silent as they descended, at first lost in thought at the strange idea of the completely matched pair of men, the thought of not one but two babes born in the same moment, and the connections that might arise between them from such a thing, particularly given what else Brom told her of them.<br><br>The deeper they went, though, the less she was able to hold the string of her own thinking as the darkly crawling sound of the voice that insinuated into her head from her collar hissed and whispered its strange words, responding it seemed to the voice-like whispers that came from somewhere below the curving stair. She wanted to slow, stay her descent, but she knew that would be met only with needless violence from the human. And so, feeling the clutch of thick, heavy rock closing all around them, she went down, skin beginning to crawl.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 20:16:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He paused at the dark stair that was clearly the source of those dark whispers, and cocked his head as if trying to catch the sound of them himself.&nbsp; But then he led her away, down a passage of stone with short hallways and heavy doors of bound wood.<br><br>Through one of these he passed, drawing her behind him into a room that clearly served as a guard chamber.&nbsp; Doors locked from this side lead off from it, and she could feel the huddle captives beyond.<br><br>But in the room itself was a small stove to provide some warmth and cooking.&nbsp; And a table which was currently the host of a most disturbing sight.&nbsp; Brom had not lied when he told her there were other elves in his captivity, nor that they had been trained to enjoy the abnormal sexual games he'd spoken of.&nbsp; The proof of it was sprawled on that table for her to view.<br><br>One lay upon her back, head leaned off the end of the table to take a guard's thick shaft in her mouth.&nbsp; Her dainty hands where kneeding his balls and rubbing them lovingly across her face as his thick cock made her slender neck budge obscenely as it pushed into it.&nbsp; The face of the next was buried between her sister elf's thighs, noisily sucking and licking and moaning into her sex as another guard filled her from behind, rocking her petite body with his rough use.&nbsp; The third was seated in the lap of the third guard, her legs spread lewdly open to make it obvious his cock was filling her rear, and she was curled down in a display of lithe flexibility even for an elf, her lips and tongue nuzzled to her shamelessly displayed cleft, licking at her own pearl while the human lifted her up and down to ride his shaft.<br><br>And worst of all, there was no sign of reluctance or dismay from any of them, only a wanton enjoyment of the sexual acts that rivaled the men they were pleasuring. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 20:27:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Moving away from that dark stair provided faint relief from the demonic whispering that plagued the back of her mind, and so it was with a quickened step that she walked with her captor into the guard room.<br><br>And stopped short.<br><br>The sights that lay in wait were nothing less than horrific to the priestess, who gasped audibly at the sight of her captive sisters. They were engaged in acts not only lewd, but taboo by the standards of their own people, each act running squarely against the precept of joyous union for the hope of procreation, and her stomach twisted sickly as her eyes moved from one writhing, moaning elf-girl to the next, disgusted by each new thing she saw, and stepping back, trying to draw away from it all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 21:49:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom caught her as she pulled back, and turned her to face the scene before him.&nbsp; "Willing," he murmured into her ear, "Trained to be good little pets who enjoy pleasing a cock any way they can."<br><br>He held her firmly by the shoulders and forced her a few steps closer.<br><br>"You're going to learn to be a good pet too..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 21:55:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His voice was hateful to her ears, and as he pushed her closer, one slim hand went to her lips to hold in the sickened cry that threatened, and rather than take a further step forward she pressed back against Brom, shaking her head. "No, oh no..." she whispered around her hand, watching the elfwomen in their lewd acts. "Not like that... I won't be like that!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>21-02-2008, 10:31:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The group had taken notice of the new arrivals, and at Brom's nod the guards reluctantly let their toys go.&nbsp; The elfwomen slowly extracted themselves from their partners and moved closer.<br><br>Slender bodies glistening with sweat and signs of use, they smelled of human musk and spend and their own willing arousal.&nbsp; The three of them stopped and knelt shoulder to shoulder a couple of feet away from Brom and his new prize.<br><br>"Go on my pet," he demanded, "Speak to them yourself.&nbsp; Let them tell how enjoyable they find their new lives."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>25-02-2008, 16:52:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could not just see and smell them, she could feel the high lust that course through their bodies, making them oddly more like the humans that they were so wrongly coupling with, and her hands fluttered out before her in consternation as she took a step forward, toward her sister elves.<br><br>"This cannot be what you choose, what you enjoy, surely - these things which are so rightfully taboo among our people! Stand, tell me it is not so, please!" Elandriel was increasingly distraught as she spoke, looking at them, and seeing how eagerly they glanced at the guardsmen and her own captor, how they glistened with the sweat of their exertion - and worst of all, how she could feel no fear or humiliation within them, for what they were doing.<br><br>"No, sister, we did not choose this. It was given to us as a gift, this freedom from the taboos that held us restrained." The elven woman in the middle answered first, the two on either side nodding eagerly and smiling as they chimed in. "We will not stand, and we have no desire to turn away from this life and to the one we were rescued from; these men give us the perfect reason to be, and we are glad for it, to be here and be theirs."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>25-02-2008, 20:07:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom moved forward and rested his hands on Elandriel's shoulders.&nbsp; "You know they speak the truth," he said softly, "Your gifts allow you to see that they feel only what they claim.&nbsp; For a good pet, there is no shame in pleasure, in the giving or receiving of it.&nbsp; You're going to learn to be a good pet for me.&nbsp; To please me with your body and your gifts."<br><br>He moved one hand from her shoulder and held it out toward one of the elves, and the woman leaned forward to reverently loosen and remove it, then kissed his bare hand and nuzzled into his palm.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>25-02-2008, 20:34:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She actually pressed back against him as the kneeling woman leaned closer, and it telegraphed her shudder of revulsion into his body as she watched how the other fawned upon him like a petted dog.<br><br>"They think they speak the truth," she said, murmuring to him to keep from quite feeling as if she were talking over them like pets without understanding of her words. "That does not make it so; these things you have driven them to are not natural acts for our people."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>25-02-2008, 20:58:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He drew his hand away from the fawning elf and touched Elandriel's belly, stroking her skin slowly up and down.&nbsp; His fingers came up to just below her breasts and then down to brush within an inch of her sex.&nbsp; <br><br>"They enjoy it," he said softly, "And it pleases others.&nbsp; What is unnatural about feeling good?&nbsp; Is it wrong for an elf to feel pleasure?&nbsp; How can it be so pleasing to them if it is wrong?"<br><br>His fingers drifted further now, dipping low enough to graze her folds and then sliding up to trace the underside of one breast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>25-02-2008, 21:04:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That it was his bare hand stroking over her skin somehow made the softly drifting touch worse, rather than better. Clasped in the cold glove, her mind could fool itself into the thought that he was inhuman, not a sentient creature but a thing, a machine.<br><br>Thus, there was no escaping that what was touching her was a hand, warm, rough, human, and the elf shook her head, turning it away from them, and away from him. "Not all things pleasurable are meant to be had, not unless they aid in the Great Circle. Things done for the sake of the pleasure alone take one away from that Path."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>25-02-2008, 21:18:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand came up, lingering now to cup her breast and begin to slowly tease and stroke her nipple.&nbsp; He held out his other hand and the elf on the other end of the line of kneeling elves moved forward to remove that gauntlet as eagerly as the first had.<br><br>"A Path these three have been rescued from," Brom whispered as he kissed her neck, "A path they have been set free of and gifted with a happy existence as my pets."<br><br>Then his other hand moved to rub her sex, slipping between her folds to stroke the delicate pink interior in slow soft strokes.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>25-02-2008, 21:23:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				From the corner of her eye she watched as another of the elven women moved eagerly to take his gauntlet from him, and she felt his lips against her neck, his breath making her shiver with revulsion even before his hand stroked down toward her sex. It was for these poor creatures that she had come, to bring them back to Good Diune, but it was all the more heartbreaking to see them, to hear the lies he'd impressed upon them.<br><br>"The path they were born to, and were happy to travel as our people are meant to do, with love and choice and understanding."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>25-02-2008, 21:31:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom chuckled and lifted his lips from her neck.<br><br>"Perhaps we'll discuss their fate more later," he said as he let go of her, "But you promised to be willing and eager for me once we arrived, and I expect you to honor that."<br><br>He pushed her gently forward and the guards moved up to stand near but did not reach to hold or fondle her.&nbsp; The trio of elfwomen slipped forward and began to run their hands over his armored form much more slowly and sensiously than needed to remove his armor, and their soft fingers lingered on the flesh revealed, as did their lips as they undressed him with lustful eagerness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>25-02-2008, 21:43:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes flicked over the guards that moved close, and she drew in her arms, shifting away from him with a small twisting step to keep from touching any of the elf-women, as if they were sick, carriers of a taint. Turning to face him, she lifted her eyes to meet his levelly, trying to marshal the calm of her goddess' touch inside.<br><br>"I did promise to be willing for you; I made no such promises about any others, Lord."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>25-02-2008, 21:50:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom grinned as he stood, letting the elves slither and press close to him, obviously trying to draw his attention by touching him as boldly as they could with their fingers and mouths and naked bodies.&nbsp; But his eyes were locked on Elandriel.<br><br>"I am not ready to bring any others into your training just yet my pet," he answered as one of the elves drew away his smallclothes, but another darted in to dive upon his cock and take in into her mouth before her sister could, leaving the first elf to glare angrily as her sister elf quickly bobbed her head up and down that thick human cock.<br><br>Brom pushed them both away, stepping forward naked and reaching towards the priestess.&nbsp; "I'm even willing to wait to put the rest of your holes to use if you wish to insist on only having my cock in that tight little cunny of yours."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>25-02-2008, 21:54:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her slender throat dipped and jumped, and slowly her hands lifted to come to rest in his, cheeks gone a darkened violet as she realized that they both were quite naked,, nearly everyone was, but all eyes were on the pair of them.<br><br>"Thank you, Lord," she said softly, though it hadn't escaped her somewhat dizzied mind that he had said 'yet', not the cackle of cruel laughter that filtered up into her mind from the collar. "If you please... make them begone, and I will make good on my promise to you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>01-03-2008, 00:04:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom curled his fingers around her smaller ones, gripping the tightly as he moved closer.&nbsp; He lifted her hands, folding her arms as he stepped close enough to brush against her body.<br><br>"Take them to the bath," he said without looking away from Elandriel's eyes, "See that they are properly clean before you return them to their pens."<br><br>The guards nodded and moved to lead the elfwomen out of the room, at least one giggling as she was scooped up and carried as the human promised to give her more to wash before letting her loose.&nbsp; But then, with the solid thud of a heavy wooden door closing behind the guards and their pets, Brom and the priestess were once more alone.<br><br>"There," he said as he leaned in, "They are gone."&nbsp; Then he pressed his lips roughly and demandingly to her own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>01-03-2008, 00:41:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elandriel nodded faintly before his mouth captured her in a hard and demanding kiss... A demand that, though it pained her to do so, she was bound by her honor to answer.<br><br>So it was she that took the remaining half step forward to close the distance between them, bare skin pressing to bare skin, and her chin tilting up to meet and return the kiss with softened lips, her small hands gently squeezing his own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-03-2008, 17:16:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom's lips pressed to her own for some time, his tongue slipping between them to taste her own and demand her mouth yield to its intrusion.&nbsp; &nbsp;He moved forward, backing her up until the rough edge of the table pressed against her thighs.<br><br>It was there that he released her hands and reached down, lifting her smaller form easily and sitting her on the rough-hewn table parting her legs with his hips and pressing his thick and eager shaft against her belly as he claimed her mouth.<br><br>"Guide your Master's cock to your cunt like a good pet," he murmured against her lips, "Then wrap your legs around me and impale yourself to the hilt on it for your Master."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>03-03-2008, 17:28:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was no choice but to back up before the insistent press of him, until she was lifted bodily onto the table, thighs spread around him. For a moment, her lips tensed against his as he called himself Master - ready to protest yet again with her allegiance to her Lady. But Elandriel had given her word to be obedient and eager, and him claiming the word did not make it so.<br><br>Instead of arguing, she lifted a hand, fingertips bushing his cheek like the soft petals of a flower, and skittering down over his skin in much the same way; as if a cherry tree was sprinkling its blossoms upon him. She would be willing, and eager, and she would not denigrate this act by giving it less than the sweet and sacred care it so deserved.<br><br>Soon enough, that touch slid down over his bare abdomen and came to light upon his thick, throbbing shaft, and here she swallowed; he was making no effort to make her as ready as he, and it would hurt to drive herself upon him as he demanded. Her fingertips skated up the length of him, and back down, catching gently around the midst of the weighty organ, and shifting her hips back to guide him as he demanded. She did not force herself onto him, not just yet; rather, shelet the end of him glide against her folds, the natural warning and teas she might expect of a proper lover, coaxing her body to ready for what was to come.<br><br>It would not be enough; she knew already he was far too large to fit her with comfort. But the dew came forth within, and finally she was able to bring the tapered head of him deeper between her gently swelling folds and urge her hips forward, muscles in her own abdomen tightening as she squirmed forward on the table, biting her lips and holding her breath with the effort of taking him in a long, slow movement - finally wrapping her legs around him in a pair of graceful arches, small bare feet digging into his rump as she used that to help draw him in to a heated velvet passage that slid upon him like a glove but a size too small.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 18:28:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom murmured against her lips as she used his cock to make herself ready.&nbsp; The feel of her softness against his cockhead was a pleasing tease for him as well.&nbsp; As she eased herself onto him, taking his thick tool into her tight body, he watched her face as he gasped at the firm grip upon himself.&nbsp; The sight of her with her teeth upon her lip and the effort etched into her beautiful features made him moan softly.<br><br>Once her feet clasped him and he felt her folds against him, Brom smiled.&nbsp; "Such a good pet," he said as he reached to stroke her hair.&nbsp; Then he leaned back, lifting her from the table and dropping one hand to the small of her back to support her as he took her weight easily. <br><br>"Hold on tightly now my pet," he commanded as he lowered both hands to take hold of her firm ass cheeks and begin to kneed them as he swayed his hips, pulling her close and then holding her as he drew back, working short strokes deep inside her body.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 20:18:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A breath she'd not realized she'd been holding soughed between her lips as he praised and gently stroked her with his big hand, glad that she'd been able to meet his demand, to take him fully in her. It hurt, there was no denying that, and she did her best to ignore the eager titter of the voice that scampered up inside the back of her skull as he lifted her from the table, weighty member shifting and sliding infinitesimally deeper.<br><br>His movements made it easier to ignore the skin-crawling voice. Her small hands flew up to grab his shoulder and upper arm, legs tightening to cling upon him as he supported her, and began to set her to swaying against him. His cock remained deep inside, her body feeling nearly fit to split around it, but there were still small pumping strokes, and she began to hold her breath and release it in short bursts, a way to relieve the pain without quite calling on her goddess.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 20:27:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands shifted forward, taking hold of her hips.&nbsp; He stood with his feet braced and began to move her further, drawing her back before pulling her onto his shaft again, lengthening the strokes of his use of her as well as increasing the speed slightly.<br><br>"Such a good tight little pet," he grunted as he used her, "Your body feels so good."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 20:33:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her small fingers dug into the bare muscle of his shoulders, part of her brain marveling at how his flesh was only very little softer than the terrible armor he'd covered it with.<br><br>His hands pulled at her hips, forcing her to loosen the grip of her legs to let her sex glide upon his thick staff, and she bit her lip to restrain a soft whimper at the pure size of him as he moved within her slight form. "I..." she managed to get out, wanting to be as willing as she'd promised, but not wanting to lie - not wanting to say he felt -good- within her. "...thank you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 20:46:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom groaned as he continued to enjoy her like that, moving her back and forth upon his shaft.&nbsp; It felt wonderful, her damp passage cltuching him so tightly, almost painfully.&nbsp; And the sensation of easing in and out of her was sending waves of pleasure into him.&nbsp; He lowered his mouth to kiss her shoulder and then her neck, letting his teeth graze her flesh briefly.<br><br>"You are going to cum for me," he murmured against her skin, "Because good pets enjoy being used and I know that deep down, you're a good little fucktoy who will learn to enjoy giving pleasure in any way you can."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 20:54:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His words made her shudder, repulsed by the thought of what he thought he was going to make her become; it would never happen, she was certain. She'd never become as lost from the path as her poor sisters obviously were!<br><br>But she didn't respond, except to bend her elbows and bring herself closer, her head falling forward to rest her brow against the front of his shoulder, silent breaths puffing warmly against him with an almost vanilin scent.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>10-04-2008, 03:48:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He murmured as she pressed her soft form against his muscular chest.&nbsp; He moved, slowly waking with her.&nbsp; Each step made him jostle and shift within her, but he was careful not to move fast enough for her body to dislodge his overlarge shaft.&nbsp; Then she felt the cold hard stone of the wall against her back as he pressed her against it and leaned into her, sinking his cock deep enough to test her limits once more.<br><br>A pause and then he began to work in and out of her in teasingly long and slow strokes, drawing back until only the head remained within her and then pushing her against the unyielding wall to sink fully into her again.<br><br>"You will cum," he repeated, "You will cum and you will thank your master for allowing you that pleasure." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>11-04-2008, 21:09:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His upper body dwarfed hers, pressing warm and only slightly more yielding without his armor, holding her securely against the wall as his overlarge shaft slid out and worked back into her, repeatedly, without cease or relent. It was a bar of stretching heat within her, and she could feel her body responding to the slid of skin upon intimate skin, blood moving faster to heat her there as her breathing remained quick, fast little pants intended to relieve the pain of having him inside.<br><br>It did not just relieve the pain. It coaxed her body to quicker breaths, heightened touch and awareness of him, and though she was loathe to admit it, she could feel the tightening coil that he was demanding of her, that he was pushing her inexorably toward, and that she could not let herself protest. She'd given her word, and was bound to it.<br><br>Even as she was bound to it, she hated it, and could hear and feel the cruel, skittering glee of whatever it was that imbued the awful collar clinging to her pale and slender throat, as in spite of herself a little gasping whimper spiked up the back of her throat and out through her nose, feeling his cock push along that sensitive bud in the depths of her petaled folds.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>11-04-2008, 22:22:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom hammered into her, gasping at the grip of her tight body around his shaft as the softness of her pressed so helplessly between him and the wall.&nbsp; He listened to her panting, well-trained ears picking out the growing hints of arousal within.&nbsp; <br><br>"You will cum," he grunted again, "My pet will cum.&nbsp; You will cum and thank your master for making you cum.&nbsp; For allowing you to know the joy of cumming.&nbsp; You want to cum for your master, don't you pet?&nbsp; You want to feel the pleasure I've shown you again, don't you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>13-04-2008, 23:39:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willing... she had given him her word that she would appear to be so for him. In the name of the great Lady she had sworn to it.<br><br>So it was that she nodded against the front of his shoulder, the spill of her pale hair tickling both their bare bodies as it tumbled around them in a curtain of silken strands, bobbing and jumping with every hard thrust as he filled her soft, slight woman's form with the unrelenting spear of his virility. She could hear herself the little whimper that had escaped, and the others that followed, and she tried to hide one at least by giving voice to her nod.<br><br>"Y-yes... I want- to..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>17-04-2008, 00:21:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom continued to press her against the wall and thrust his oversized organ into her.&nbsp; Once more he slowed his assault to long slow strokes.&nbsp; And shifted her body lower to make sure that the length of his manhood was drawing back and forth over the swollen pearl atop her sex with each steady thrust.<br><br>"It feels good," he murmured, "Your body likes this.&nbsp; Your body likes to be used for pleasure."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-04-2008, 00:46:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Contrasting responses bubbled up inside her from the dragging rhythmic contact of his thick organ against the delicate and burgeoning nib at the fore of her sex - protests that would belie her avowal to willingness, and affirmations of his claim that she refused to think of as having a shred of proof. So many words threatening to burst forth, and not a one of them safe.<br><br>So it was that tiny hands loosed their grip, sliding up the front of his chest, the sides of his neck, to curl with unexpected fervour into the hair at base and crown of his skull and drag his down, fitting his mouth to her own with inelegant urgency.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>18-04-2008, 20:35:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom was surprised by the urgency in her grasp but he let her draw his mouth to her own without resisting.&nbsp; As his lips closed upon her own, he kissed her hard and deep, claiming her delicate mouth as firmly as he claimed the rest of her body.<br><br>He continued to hold her against the wall, pinning her with his hard form as he continued to work into her with steady long thrusts, teasing her clit and forcing her passage to accommodate his organ.&nbsp; But his pace was not brutal, just firm and demanding.&nbsp; Hard enough to make her feel helpless but not so painful as to prevent her body from responding despite her wishes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>23-04-2008, 22:48:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elven body was responding, despite the wishes of the priestess simply to endure and be done with it, and she soon found herself doubly glad for the fierceness of the deepening kiss. The press of their mouths served to force her panting breaths through her nose, and muffled almost completely the tiny gasping sounds that would have perhaps been squeals and moans, were her mouth unfettered.<br><br>The pace of him was firm, constant, ceaseless, very much like a thing of nature - unrelenting until satisfaction had been given. It was coming frightfully quickly, perhaps because the sheer size of the shaft pumping and driving inside her battered sex meant that no part of her was left untouched, and by every thrust, least of all the sweet pear that suffered the long and constant drag of his slippery, heated flesh.<br><br>She could not stop it; could not put it off any more, and every part of her seemed to tighten as the dam behind which her pleasure had pooled finally burst, legs gripping and hands clenching as her little sheath spasmed and clinched upon him, the ungiving girth of him sending sparks of pain radiating through the centre of her climax.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>25-04-2008, 00:38:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom's own grunts vanished into her mouth, his grip firm as he drove her to and then past that point of release.&nbsp; He could not hide his joy when he felt her entire body clench and her overfilled passage spasm and grip his thick member.&nbsp; Suddenly his relentless pace increased, becoming rapid and even brutal.&nbsp; He pounded into her tiny body, sinking till he hit the limits within her and battering at her innermost areas with a suddenly wild and savage rhythm.&nbsp; He pulled his lips free of her to throw his head back and nearly roar out his own cry of both pleasure and pain as her body squeezed him tightly enough to hold him at the aching brink of his own release.&nbsp; And so hovering at the edge, he hammered her body against the hard wall with wild abandon until at last his seed gushed, filling her and immediately being forced out by his impalement to coat her thighs as he rode her until he was well and truly spent.<br>&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-05-2008, 18:20:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her own cry rose under and around his exultant roar, elven voice sweet and honey-smooth even as it became a wail of bursting pleasure cut through with increasingly hard and aching pains. His body battered hers, within and without upon the rock-hard length of the weapon of his manhood, and against the hard rock that was the wall, jarring her with increasing brutality.<br><br>It had been difficult enough to take him, but after her own climax every thrust was a torture to the delicate tissues, and tears welled up to pool in her eyes, head tilting back and rocking in hard, short movements with every vicious thrust he made into her.<br><br>She felt, finally, a horrible sense of gratitude when he did spend within her, as it was forced out around his cock, coating her inner thighs and her sex, but coating him too and giving at least a little bit of lubricative slide to help him moving in her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-05-2008, 03:42:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom planted his hand against the wall and leaned heavily forward, panting slightly from his exertion.&nbsp; His hair was tussled and a few beads of sweat made their way down his forehead and cheek as he panted and smiled smugly at his captive, still impaled on his slowly deflating manhood and pinned to the wall by his hips.<br><br>His other hand moved to her pert breasts, teasing her nipples as with a light and gentle touch completely at odds with the brutal fucking he'd just given her.<br><br>"That felt good," he stated after a few moments to catch his breath, "I'm pleased with you, my pet.&nbsp; Very pleased indeed."&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 14:43:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The abused elf-woman felt far from grateful; battered without and within by the man that even now held her spread wide, she did not thank him.<br><br>"I am glad," came her hoarse whisper instead. If he was glad, she hoped, perhaps the human's gleeful cruelty might be eased. She had kept her end of their bargain, and well - perhaps he might be persuaded to bargain with her again.<br><br>Bolstered by this hope, her head lifted to look at him, silversilk hair slip-sliding and sticking a little to the sheen of exertion upon her bare skin. "If you please, Lord.... There is much pain from this in me. Subside, that I might heal?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 14:50:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom took a step back, dropping one hand to her bottom but otherwise using the thick shaft filling her to carry her back to the table where he lifted her free with a loud and wet noise.&nbsp; He laid her down on the table on her back and straightened to look slowly over her abused body.<br><br>"You may heal yourself," he said as his eyes glittered expectantly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 15:30:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sound of him drawing her small form off his cock was sickening in the sucking wetness of it, and she laid one hand over her stomach as he set her upon the table simply to try to quell it, at first. Then it slid down, settling low upon her belly, and she closed her eyes. Her lips moved, the soft sound of her sweet voice sussurating in the stone chamber as she made her prayers and pleadings to her goddess - and slowly, a small glow came to be visible under her hand, and between her thighs, as if there were some unearthly source of light within her sex.<br><br>Without warning, her other hand lifted high, and slapped down against the table beside her with a crack - and from that slap, a series of cracks and splits appeared in the wood, evidence of what it was that she'd just drawn out of herself. There was an almost subsonic thud that accompanied it, and her brows furrowed, wincing at the screech of the voice she was coming to think of as living in the collar.<br><br>Then there was just the silence of her breathing, and the wet drip of commingled sex juices dripping out of her body and onto the table as she opened her eyes to look at the man standing over her. "Thank you," she murmured with a soft nod.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 15:41:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched intently as she made herself once more whole.<br><br>"Do you have to give the wound to another?" he asked as he reached down to run his large finger along her belly and up to tease the soft valley between her breasts.&nbsp; His other hand moved to her wet sex, touching her shamelessly to see if she had been returned to her previous tightness as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 16:00:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				her breath caught as his touch roamed her body, eyes squeezing a little tighter as he explored her wet sex with a thick finger. Concentrating as best she could upon his question, she nodded, hand lifting to run her fingertips over the damage she'd made in the table's surface. "Yes; the damage, once done, cannot be eradicated; it can only be moved, to something else living or once-living, as this table beneath me was once a fine tree..." she trailed off, caressing the wood, and she smiled sadly. "...and I think that you would not have taken kindly to me trying to give my hurts unto you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 16:24:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'Quite so," he agreed, "I shall make sure you have suitable vessels to heal yourself then."<br><br>Brom withdrew his hands from her and reached to take her hand and draw her up and off the table.&nbsp; "This way," he said, as if the grip he had on wrist would have allowed her to do anything besides follow him.&nbsp; Not down the hall the guards and elves had taken, but the other exit from the room.<br><br>The hallway was lined with cages, most of them holding people.&nbsp; Brom stopped at one and opened it, seizing up a whimpering human girl and dragging her along as well.&nbsp; Their destination was the torture chamber and Brom pulled both women to a large rack.&nbsp; He stood the elf up, hands and feet secured spread eagled and shackled.&nbsp; The human slave he bound in a kneeling position before her, knees wide and secured to the rack's base while he tied her hands behind her.&nbsp; Then he took a rope and circled it around Elandriel's waist, bringing the ends down between her ass cheeks and then tying them about the human slave's neck.&nbsp; He drew the rope tight enough the the human girl was forced to bury her face in the elf's cum soaked crotch.&nbsp; Her muffled yelps of protest reverberated into the elf as she was settled, and then it was just the soft tickle of her panicked breathing against her sex.<br><br>Brom circled around, admiring his handiwork and licking his lips.&nbsp; "This will be a fun game..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 16:35:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elf followed, almost running to keep up with his long stride - the only alternative would have been to be dragged. The hallway he drew her down was a new horror of its own sort, and her eyes fell wide and piteous upon the few who even dared to look up as they strode down the center. Here and there she could feel pains, but they felt old, and were soon lost to her.<br><br>Elandriel in fact made no protest until, in the torture chamber, she was locked to the rack and the human girl set between her legs. She could feel the other woman's heart-pounding fear from the moment Brom opened the door to her cage, but when he tied them together just so, the woman's mouth upon her soaked sex, she let out a soft cry, squirming in the metal restraints to try to draw back from the human's mouth on her cunt. "What game is this? I do not wish to play it!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 17:08:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom lifted a long coiled whip from a hook on the wall and made a show of uncoiling it before Elandriel's eyes.<br><br>"The game where I hurt you my pet," he said, "Until it becomes so unbearable that you gift her with it."<br><br>And suddenly the whip arched out in his expert hands, cracking thunderously as nothing but the tip made contact and that landed within the ring of her nipple.&nbsp; He gave her no time to react, drawing back and striking the other nipple in one fluid motion.<br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 17:50:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her inhuman eyes shot wide at his revelation, and her cry of protest rang out painfully beneath the crack of the whip, and then again. Pain exploded into the center of each breast in quick succession, and she lurched and arched in the restraints, unwillingly pressing herself to the unfortunate girl between her thighs, to whom her gaze now dropped.<br><br>"No! No, you cannot do this - she does not know how to take it, she's not been trained to suffer the wounds - please!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 18:27:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are free to keep the pain all to yourself if you wish," Brom said as he walked around to stand behind Elandriel, "I have not and will not order you to give it her.&nbsp; If you do so, it will be entirely your choice."<br><br>Then he cracked the whip again, laying a long perfectly vertical welt along the elf's back.&nbsp; He added three more, all perfectly straight and with no overlap and leaving only the narrow stripe of her spine unmarked.&nbsp; He paused to admire his handiwork, then laid the final and hardest line of fire down the center of her back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 18:36:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elandriel's eyes were full of pain and sorrow as she gazed down at the human woman whimpering between her thighs, and then hissed through gritting teeth as one, two, three impacts found their way to her back, just stings that slowly heated into lines of fire, cut through their centers with one down her spine.<br><br>The girl would see a little revulsion in the beautiful priestess's eyes as well, and she shook her head, breathing quickened to deal with the pain. <em>"I won't....</em> she mouthed the words silently, disgusted by having this girl forced upon her, and the suggestion being made that she would send her pain into someone unready and undeserving.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 19:06:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom coiled his whip and returned it to it's place.&nbsp; Then he stepped over to the great hearth and drew a pot out of it, using tongs to pour it's contents into a wooden cup and bring it over.<br><br>As he came near, the distinct odor of salt reached the elf's nose.&nbsp; "Brine," the human said as he lifted the cup and held it out, "Heated to boiling..."<br><br>Then he tipped it and let the steaming salt-water pour down and coat Elandriel's welted back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 20:25:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her breath drew sharp and caught, at first; the water was fresh off the first, streaming hot and poured directly to her skin with little enough time to cool as it fell through the air. For a moment, there was just the sensation of wet contact. Then the hot pain of the boiling brine seared into her, followed by the salt eking into the open crests of the welts he'd raised in her skin, and that caught breath drove free as an agonized, protesting shriek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 20:43:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom nodded and moved to stroke the hair of the slavegirl bound so intimately to Elandriel.&nbsp; "You should show her some gratitude slut," he said with a chuckle.&nbsp; Then he moved away.&nbsp; The girl lifted her eyes to meet the elf's, her own wide with fear and now a hint of uncertainty.<br><br>Brom set the cup back by the fire and moved over to a cabinet.&nbsp; He took out a small box from it and walked back to stand before the elven priestess.&nbsp; He reached out and pinch one of her nipples with his free hand, then opened the box and withdrew a metal clamp with a small tightening screw.&nbsp; He pressed it to her nipple and turned the screw slowly, clamping down on her nipple until the trapped nub began to discolor.&nbsp; At that point, he gave it a tug and then repeated the process on her other nipple.&nbsp; As it bounced back into place after his test pull, he looked at the elf and paused for a moment.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 20:59:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please," Elandriel whispered to the human girl, the fright so strong it was prickling under the elf's fair skin, making her own heart be fast, "just be still..."<br><br>She dared no more once Brom turned back to them, and came to Elandriel with a strange device That he twisted tightly onto one nipple, until it seemed to be growing cold from the pressure - until he tugged it, sending a jolt of hot pain darting into her. She gasped, which in turn disturbed the clinging droplets of hot salted water upon her back, reawakening the agonizing lines and making her wail softly with this pain. She was used to taking on wounds and suffering, as was her wont for Lady Diune, but this went far beyond the natural or battle hurts she'd had to tend and heal in herself!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 21:16:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom nodded, seeing that she seemed to still have no intent of transferring her wounds.&nbsp; And so he reached up and rubbed the graceful tip of her ear slowly between his thumb and forefinger for several seconds.&nbsp; Then he pulled out another clamp and affixed it to her ear and screwed it down hard and tight.<br><br>Then he started on her other ear, taking his time to tease it for nearly a full minute before clamping it and then walking to set the box aside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 16:05:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The abrupt touch upon her ear, after the hurts he'd forced into her, made Elandriel gasp softly, and her head tilted a little, a whimpery moan lingering upon her lips as he caressed the sensitive appendage - and then, with the application of the clamp, made her cry out in a sharp scream, her body writhing withing the restraints that held her affixed, and bucking inadvertently down against the woman forced mouthward against her sex.<br><br>Then the man's fingers were upon her other ear, and her head jerked faintly, wanting to pull away and yet needing the sweet caress to counterbalance the pain that pulsed into her from her other elongated ear - until cruelly that respite, as well, was replaced by the tight hot pain of the gripping clamps, and she uttered a protesting cry at his retreating back.<br><br>"Stop! Stop this!" Her gaze fell to the girl between her thighs, and her voice fell to a whisper. "...how do I make him stop?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>12-07-2008, 14:30:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom moved to return his box of clamps to the cabinet.&nbsp; And the girl bound at her feet only gazed up fearfully at Elandriel.&nbsp; "I don't know..." she whispered, "But please don't... don't hurt me with your magic..."&nbsp; She shivered and leaned a little closer, nuzzling into the elf's damp pubic hair and smearing the mingled juices there across her face.&nbsp; Her whole body lurched with obvious revulsion but she pressed a soft kiss to the elf's swollen folds.&nbsp; "Please mistress..." she breathed against that tender flesh.<br><br>Brom had returned and smiled as he watched the girl's fearful and reluctant gesture.&nbsp; In his hand, he held a highly polished knife.&nbsp; He held it up, turning it and swaying his hand to let the light dance off it's length.<br><br>"The game ends when I grow tired of hurting you," he said with a cruel smile, "Of course, you are allowed to use this slave to take your pain if you wish.&nbsp; Or you may let her distract you from it.&nbsp; I imagine she'd be most willing to obey any requests you might make of her."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 18:28:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The light glinted off the knife into Elandriel's eyes, but her gaze remained upon the young woman bound and nuzzling into the juncture of her spread thighs. A shudder of revulsion shook her, too, at the sight of her own fluids and those that the cruel man has deposited inside her diminutive sex.<br><br>"Please... Anything you can do, to distract... Please, I swear I'll not give you the wounds if you can but help me!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 15:23:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her words seemed to stoke the unholy fire in Brom's eyes even as it set the slavegirl into action.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and pressed her lips more firmly to the equally soft flesh of Elandriel's sex.&nbsp; Then she parted them and extended her pink tongue, tentatively licking at the mingled fluids coating the elf.&nbsp; Her warm tongue made long slow strokes against those folds as Brom moved close and reached out to stroke the lef's cheek with his blade.<br><br>"Have you ever kept your wounds for long?" he asked as his knife drifted slowly to graze along her neck and then trace the rise of her collarbone with its sharp tip, "Do you truly know what it feels like, the slow lingering ache that follows in the wake of the white hot jolt..."<br><br>And as he said the last of those words, he pushed hard, drawing his blade in a long but shallow gash down her chest between the twin mounds of her breasts.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 15:44:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was obvious, by his question, that he did not understand the ways of a Priestess of Diune, nor apparently remember how she'd taken the wounds from the unfortunate animal he'd tied and tortured to draw him out. It was habitual for a priestess to take a patient's wounds and, if they were not then a threat to her own life and limb, hold and tend them, letting them heal in her own flesh, or sharing them out to those sworn to her service and protection like the warrior who had confronted Brom in the field.<br><br>As the girl between her thighs began to use her tongue in a way that she plainly did not wish to, a way that made Elandriel's stomach twist in revulsion, she gazed down, trying to ignore the brush of the blade,t he taunt in his words - until the blade turned, pressed, slid, and she felt her flesh slide open in a long hot gash around the sharp edge, breath catching. That alone made the cut gape glistening, before her inhuman, glistening blood welled up and spilled down over her pale skin, trickling down the soft curving plane of her bare stomach.<br><br>Water welled up in eyes that turned up to the man in shock and pain; to hold wounds, she knew... but to receive them direct, rather than through the use of her Lady's divine power, was something else entirely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 16:18:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His lips curled as he lifted the blade, wet and red with her stolen blood.&nbsp; He drank in her expression... her shocked eyes... and he brought the knife to his lips to slowly clean her blood from it with his tongue, matching the speed of the slow strokes upon her sex.&nbsp; The slave glanced up fearfully, and seeing the blood pushed her tongue between the soft petals she'd been licking to lap at the delicate pink within them, swallowing the taste of Brom's spend and Elandriel's nectar with an eagerness born of fear.<br><br>Brom brought the knife back to his prisoner, running the blade down her side to her hip, then up from the other one.&nbsp; The tip dragging and ready to cut her at any moment but not yet drawing more of her blood.&nbsp; He cupped her breast in one hand, brushing the clamp with his thumb to wake fresh pains in her cruelly abused nipple.&nbsp; And as he did, he lifted the tip of his knife to the underside of her other breast and pushed slowly upwards, dimpling and then breaking the perfect soft skin.&nbsp; He slowly pushed his blade into that fleshy orb, watching her face as her blood spilled to stain his hand and splatter freely on the slave girl provoking a shrill cry that reverberated into the elf's sex as she buried her face even deeper and began licking and suckling in a panicked mockery of wild passion.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>And still Brom pushed until he'd sheathed his knife entirely in her breast.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 16:38:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She stared at him as he brought up the knife, and watched his tongue slide out, lizardlike, to begin licking her own blood off the cruel metal. His movement was in concert with the lapping between her thighs, which grew more frenzied as that blade was lowered to Elandriel's fair body once more, the tip of it prodding up against the soft underside of her breast. Pressing.... piercing, drawing a pained gasp.<br><br>But he did not stop, and her gasp became harder, sharper as the blade forced inward, slicing open flesh and nerves, soft tissue and hidden vessels, until the gasps had become without her realizing it short, sharp screems, a counterpoint of pain against the pleasure the human woman was working to stoke between her thighs.<br><br>That was heat, and the blade sunk into her breast was like a mockery of a cock, cold, hard, and forcing a heated pain as if it had been set in the flames of the crackling fire before being shoved into that quivering mound - the top of it distending upward slightly, warning briefly before the tip of the blade sliced through.<br><br>She had been taught to handle pain, to deal with wounds, and her reaction was automatic. Pale eyes went distant, and she swallowed her own screams to force out whispered, unearthly words of prayer and pleading - begging her Lady not to push the wounds elsewhere, but to take them away entire.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 17:05:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl squeezed her eyes shut as tightly as she could, wishing that she might somehow block out the screams as well.&nbsp; But she could not any more than she could help but feel the flow of warm blood staining her hair and running down her back.&nbsp; Her body trembled against those softly muscled elven thighs and her whimpering reverberated in the sensitive flesh of Elandriel's sex.&nbsp; She twisted her head burrowing her lips between those tender folds to drive her tongue as deeply into that elven passage as she could, while her lip nuzzled and rubbed at the priestess' cilt.<br><br>Brom watched, letting her nipple go free as he slowly turned the blade that he'd pushed through her back and forth in the wound.<br><br>And as she whispered her prayer he smiled, watching and waited as her eyes looked beyond the torture chamber and reacted to the faint flow of power as her Goddess' magic reached to touch her even in this horrid place.&nbsp; And then he laughed, the sound almost in sync with the voice that had laid quiet at her neck as it sprang into action and cut off the gentle touch of power with the sudden finality of a door slamming shut to cut off the sunlight streaming into a dark room from outside.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 14:09:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Their laughter of man and of inhuman creature coiled around her like some filthy, slimy vine and cut off abruptly her link to Lady Diune - while she was in the midst of her prayer. The wound had begun already to heal, the cleansliced egdes of it knitting together and drawing closed around the blade, like a hoe left many years to lean upon a tree might become grown around and in, only partly visible through the bark. The cutoff came before the painful energy of the wound to be released to her, and Elandriel was abruuptly left bearing the weight of it - needing to put it somewhere, or let it return to her own flesh.<br><br>The elf clung to it, still and quivering as she stared down at the unfortunate woman working feverishly between her thighs and succeeding in arousing anew the unwilling heat of physical response - and the tip of her tongue flicked over Elandriel's sensitized clitoris, sparking a breathy cry that burst like the puff of a bellows from her mouth, her head tirning sharply toward Brom, eyes and nostrils flaring.<br><br>The wound appeared almost instantly, sharp lttle holes and a slice upward through his bare pectoral muscles - a mirror of what he'd done in her breast, though smaller, as the knife in her flesh meant she couldn't pull out the whole of the wound. Gasping for breath, she stared as a rivulet of blood began to pour down his chest and abdomen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-07-2008, 17:35:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom's eyes widened and his nostrils flared.&nbsp; He took a step back and reached up to clutch at the sudden wound, leaving the knife embedded in Elandriel's breast as he bent and stumbled to steady himself against the large wooden rack that sat nearby.&nbsp; He hissed sharply and clamped his jaws tightly together to hold back any cry of pain, but his gaze swiftly moved from shook to fury as he glared at Elandriel.<br><br>"Stupid elven bitch," he snarled, "How dare you harm your Master?"<br><br>The slave yelped in fear and began to cry anew in fear as she trembled and clung unwillingly to her position between them.<br><br>Brom sprang back to his feet and drew back his hand as he stepped closer, backhanding Elandriel viciously once he closed the gap again.&nbsp; Without pause, he brought his hand back, striking her other cheek nearly as sharply before bring his hand back.&nbsp; Back and forth his blows racked her head, as he unleashed his rage upon her in a steady stream of brutal strikes.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkling Stories (Bliss &amp; Amberghylles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 17:11:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elandriel's pale, elongated eyes were unrepentant as she watched him stumble away, and she twisted and pulled anew in the binding ropes, trying desperately to free herself of them - but to no avail, and his hand came hard and heavy against her cheek, pain exploding inside.<br><br>And again.<br><br>And again, over and over he struck her until she grew dizzy and disoriented with the pain of it, gasping for breath in between, tasting her own blood flowing across her tongue and feeling it trickling and spattering out between her lips from the cuts of her teeth inside her mouth.<br><br>Only dimly did she remain aware of the unfortunate, frightened human woman cowering unwanted between her thighs - until the jolting back and forth of the blows finally jarred the sharp knife loos, and it fell sliding down her body at the girl, the hilt of it glancing off her head before it clattered to the stones, and a slow, hot runnel of blood followed from the freshly reopened wound in her chest, matching that of her brutal Master.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>[EX] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 19:47:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl yelped against the elf's sex as she huddled, unable to move and huddling against the priestess in terror of Brom's rage.<br><br>The large human stopped, breathing faster from the exertion of his rage and the effort of beating her.&nbsp; He stopped and reached to cup her chin and lift her battered face up and gaze upon it.&nbsp; The slave squirmed and whimpered as the blood reached Elandriel's waist and began to stain the girl's face and and hair.<br><br>Brom ran his thumb over one bruised cheek, stroking the blooming discoloration from his beating.&nbsp; "That was a mistake," he growled, "One you will beg me to forgive slave."&nbsp; He reached down to shove the other slave's face against her.&nbsp; "Make her sing," he hissed, "Or I'll give you to the beasts down below."&nbsp; And the girl's tongue darted out, pushing into the elven folds and licking with panicked effort.<br><br>And then he reached down to pick up the wet dagger and ran it up along Elandriel's leg, cutting a line into her flesh from her knee up her thigh to her hip and then up along her side before stopping and bringing the bloody tool to his lips to lick away the blood. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>27-08-2008, 21:48:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bound though she was, Elandriel's body jerked against the wood at her back as the panicked girl between her thighs plunged a tongue into her, shattering further the elven taboo against such things - against having such non-procreative touch, and against having the touch of one's own sex upon her intimate parts. Then again, she jerked, with a raw and pained cry as he sliced a long, terrible gash up her side, flowing over and through the curves of her slim and ethereal form.<br><br>Her eyes fixed upon her tormentor, brows drawn and alien eyes shining with the tears that spilled forth as she squirmed in her restraints, growing increasingly desperate to escape the pain, and that one awful, unwanted spot of comfort that was the human slave's attentions to her cleft and pearl. "No..." she gasped out, wriggling and jostling from its courses the blood that was flowing freely down her side. "No!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 20:31:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom continued to hold her chin in his hand and stroke her cheek with his thumb.&nbsp; Reaching up with his other hand, he traced the edge of her delicate ear, brushing over the clamp he'd placed there.&nbsp; His beating of her had jarred but not dislodged it.&nbsp; He traced the edge of her ear back and forth a few times before taking hold of the tightly gripping metal.<br><br>He reached down from the elf's face to curl his fingers in the slavegirl's hair and hold her firmly against the elf's sex as he locked his eyes intently into Elandriel's.&nbsp; "You will cum for your Master," he whispered as he watched the unwelcome release building inside her.&nbsp; And when that awful peak came unwelcome and unbidden to her eyes, he wrenched sharply at the clamp tearing her dainty ear as he ripped the toothy metal device free without loosening it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 20:55:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For anyone, it would have hurt - the clamp had dug tightly into the elongated curve of her ear, and when he wrenched it free, the teeth dug bloody grooves into the skin and cartilage. But for the elf, the pain in her ear was excruciating, and her pale form surged in the bindings that held her, bucking her sex against the human woman's face.<br><br>And she came.<br><br>The frame to which she was bound rattled as she thrashed, her head tilted back for a raw scream of mingled anguish and ecstasy as her violated sex spasmed, gushing her sweet nectar into the human woman's mouth even while her own blood spilled down over her naked curves, dripping onto the slave's face. Helpless, gasping, she stared at Brom, feeling dizzy between the twin and opposing pressures of pain and pleasure, and she lingers upon the edge of breaking her oath, so heavy did they weigh.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 21:44:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom watched her, his eyes drinking in her writhing as he listened to her screams.&nbsp; Only when she fell to hang limply did he step back to set the clamp aside and move to stand at her uncut side.&nbsp; His hand drifted along her belly and cupped and kneaded her breasts, brushing over the clamps upon her nipples to waken the cruelly trapped flesh of her nipples as his tongue traced the wounded curve of her ear and lapped at her blood.<br><br>The slavegirl was trembling violently against the elf's legs, but she lapped up the mingled juices and blood with desperate eagerness and without a command to stop, did not pause in her attentions to the soft elven treasure set before her.<br><br>As he licked at her ear, Brom's words were a hot caress of their own.&nbsp; "Give her your pain and your wounds and you'll have a soft bed and a night's rest before I punish you for lashing out at your master," he whispered softly, "Otherwise, you'll spend your night in a cage of iron.&nbsp; It's your choice my pet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 23:02:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Horribly, the trace of his tongue over the long curve of her ear lengthened the quivering aftermath of her climax, assisted by the ceaseless lap of the girl trapped between her forcibly spread thighs. Even when his mouth left her skin, the blood trickled down like the featherlight caress of a lover, making her moan protestingly as her bosom filled with the darts of pain from the clamps.<br><br>Her pain-hazed eyes drifted down, gazing at the other woman... a human slave she did not know, but she'd made a promise, and she was determined to keep it. "Cage me," she whispered hoarsely; her normally sweet voice was roughened, like a glass bell that had been scored. "I will not force this into her." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 02:20:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"The cage it is then," Brom answered as he reached to loosen and remove the clamp from Elandril's other ear and use his fingers to caress the sensitive curve gently.&nbsp; The girl did not stop but she did turn her eyes upward and spare the elf a look of frightened gratitude.<br><br>Brom moved back to stand before his captive and took her clamped nipples in his hands.&nbsp; With a wicked smile he began to twist them, slowly but firmly twisting the flesh as far as he could before then pulling upon the clamps and pulling the elven woman's breasts outward.&nbsp; The blood that welled fresh from her knife wound fell upon the slave and made the girl whimper and huddle against the priestess and bury her face against her groin to keep more blood from her eyes and mouth.<br><br>Then Brom let go, letting Elandriel's breasts spring back and settle against her once more.&nbsp; Leaning close, he brought his face close, as if he might intend to force his lips upon her's once more but stopped just short of the elf.<br><br>"Once she makes you cum for me once more, she will either share your extasy and pain or she will die," he promised before stepping back and crossing his arms to watch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 00:08:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The elf hated herself for a moment, for the shudder that quivered her body and clenched her thighs beside the ears of the unfortunate human bound to her. She might have begun to curse herself for such callous response, but the Baronet beat her to it, twisting the soft flesh of her clamped nipples into an exquisitely consuming pain.<br><br>As he pressed close, the lips he whispered against were drawn in a pale grimace - through which, as his words settled into her pain-muffled mind, came a strange, laughing sob. "Then she is safe - I will not break my word, and I will not peak upon the face of a woman again!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 00:28:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom lifted an eyebrow and smiled at the elf's words.&nbsp; Battered and bloody and still strong enough to defy him.<br><br>He said nothing, but rather circled around to stand behind her and run his fingers along the raw ruin of her back.&nbsp; He traced the worst of the salted and bloody lines there before moving to press his chest against her and wrap his arms about her like a lover.<br><br>One hand began to play upon her belly, dipping down to her thighs and the lips of her sex even as the slave squirmed, and tried to pull away.&nbsp; But Brom's hand strayed to her hair and pulled her face close as he hissed.&nbsp; "Stop again and you will spend the rest of your days bearing monsters in the maze," he hissed, "You look sturdy, you might last a while at it..."<br><br>And once more the woman's tongue was upon the elf's sex, lapping blindly as tears spilled down to mingle with the elf's own fluids.&nbsp; Brom's hand wrapped about Elandriel's throat, squeezing lightly as he lifted her head and turned it to hold her ear to his mouth and began to lick and tease that sensitive flesh.<br><br>"You will do whatever I wish of you my pet," he whispered softly into her ear, "And in time, you will learn to enjoy it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 18:57:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The light trace of his finger was still enough to faintly limn the terrible wounds upon her back with the natural salts and oils of his fingers, not to mention shift some of the crusting salt into the open wounds, drawing a pained squeal from the pale elven lips before they pressed tightly closed. Her eyes did as well, but that did not stop the escape of tears that trickled down, dripping the length of her naked body to mingle with her own blood, and the human woman's tears between her thighs.<br><br>His hand enveloped her throat, and Elandriel's head lifted, tilting back - and then his breath was tickling along her ear, teasing that unutterably sensitive skin and surprising an unwilling moan from her lips with the lingering touch of his tongue, warm and moist. "Ngh.... no...." she moaned, her eyes squeezing tighter shut, brow furrowing deeply.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 16:04:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom's fingers curled around her throat, tightening slowly as he licked and teased her ear slowly.&nbsp; Each movement rubbed her raw back against his chest, and pressing into the small of her back was the nuzzling touch of his manhood.<br><br>The slave licked, blinded by tears and blood and raw fear.&nbsp; When Brom's hand moved she continued her task, pressing close to kiss and lick at the elven woman's sex with as much eagerness and skill as she could.<br><br>Brom's hand drifted up Elandriel's body to cup her whole breast, squeezing it and using his thumb to tease the discolored and swollen tip of her clamped nipple.<br><br>"You're going to cum for me pet," he whispered between licks, his breath warm against her damp ear, "And she'll share in it... as well as your pain."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 17:51:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				So much of his touch was pain - the press of him against her thrashed, salted back, the continuing pain of her bloodied breast, worsened as he tortured her clamped nipple; it sent zings of agony into her breast, and she writhed unintentionally on the strange contraption that held her bound and spread.<br><br>Yet horribly, there was pleasure as well; perhaps the woman between her thighs had been pressed into such service before, or perhaps fear made her bold and lucky in her lapping, because Elandriel's sex warmed unwillingly - urged on, most of all, by his touch upon her sensitive, pointed ear, breath and lips and tongue a sweet torture that made her nerves sing with a longing that made her mind scream against in protest.<br><br>"No..." the elf moaned again, twisting her head in vain to try to draw away from his mouth; his hand still rested heavy on her throat, his body against her back. There was no escaping, truly, and the elegant creature sobbed in despair. "I don't... want to...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 18:07:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You will do as I wish..." Brom whispered.&nbsp; His breath a soft and warm caress against her ear.<br><br>"You will obey me," he added as his fingers worked to remove the terrible clamp from one breast and let it clatter to the floor.<br><br>"My pleasure is your only purpose now..."&nbsp; The other clamp came away then and his fingers touched her bruised and discolored nubs with a tenderness that seemed impossible for a beast such as he.<br><br>"And you will learn to revel in being my pet."<br><br>And then his lips were once more upon her ear, suckling and licking and soft.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 18:20:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her head twitched a little further away as he whispered into her ear - the words drawing a whimpering refusal, even as the breath that formed them sent a delicious shiver down her spine. One and then the other, the clamps came off, and blood rushed into vessels that had bene crimped - a fresh paint that made her feel as if her nipples were afire, and she inhaled sharp and deep, body lurching in an arch against her bindings and falling back against him, into her torturer's arms.<br><br>Through it all, the human kept working feverishly between her thighs, Brom's threats spurring her on furiously, and Elandriel's body gave her much to taste - the cool metallic taste of elven blood combining with the sugared-snow flavor of her slickening sex, as the baronet cradled her aching breasts and laved her ear, until the elf was arching and mewling in his arms, her gasped little words edgy with desperation. "No- no- no! no, no! No-"<br><br>Every muscle in her was working, her will trying to stave off what was being built inside, while others ignored the priestess's demands, melting upon the determined tongues of the pair of humans, until the elf went stiff, her eyes snappping open to fix on the other woman in horror; she could not stop what was happening. Will she nil she, Elandriel's oath was about to be broken, and the life of the woman working lewdly between her thighs hung on her own words and actions. Share her pain and ecstasy - or let her die.<br><br>"...I'm sorry!" the elf gasped out, and then her head fell back hard with a shriek as climax broke open inside her, hot and edged on all sides with pain, and with sheer force of will the priestess forced that same physical joy and agony down into the other woman as well - giving her both sides of the torture in order to save her life.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 18:52:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom groaned a little, and the elf could feel the very firm proof of his enjoyment of her suffering against her as he held her close.<br><br>And as Elandriel's voice rose, so did the human girl's, as suddenly the full force of the elf's overwhelmed senses crashed over her... blurring the two bodies and spirits in what was suddenly not one but two climaxes. <br><br>And even as the slavegirl was sent to her own screaming orgasm, Elandriel felt the softness against her cheek... the taste in her mouth... two sets of sensations shared.<br><br>Brom held tight to his slave, feeling her tense and writhe in her bindings until both were spent and limp.&nbsp; A low whimper rose from the elf's groin as the girl fell forward and simply hung against her weeping.<br><br>And slowly, Brom moved about the pair, removing the slavegirl and letting her fall aside like the cast off toy she was to him.&nbsp; The girl crawled weakly into the corner and ball up and shiver.<br><br>But he left his pet hanging, stepping closer and letting his own shaft rub where the girl's lips and tongue had worked so feverishly.<br><br>"What are you?" Brom asked quietly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 19:27:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The climax faded, and some of the pain had drained away too, left as lingering echoes in the whimpering human girl's body, though the physical evidence of it was still written solely upon the flesh of the bound elf. Her sex was warm, wet, and slick with her own spend, her blood, and the slavegirl's saliva as his shaft rubbed intimately against her.<br><br>Her head was bowed, pale hair stickingto her all over - to the sheen of sweat on her cheeks, the raw fleshof her back, her bloodied breast. It hung like a bedraggled curtain as she whispered hoarsely, "I am Elandriel Sil'vane... Priestess of Diune...." The collar around her throat reacted with a flare of hissing laughter up inside her skull, and she sobbed out a frightened cry, reaching out for the touch of her Lady... and denied it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 19:48:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom moved closer, one hand upon her hip to hold her steady as he eased the tip of his cock to her sex.&nbsp; With a wicked smile, he continued, pushing forward to ease himself into her.&nbsp; Even as wet and hot as her body was, he had to groan at how tightly she gripped him.&nbsp; <br><br>"You are my pet," he said as he stretched her to once more accommodate his size, "A sheath for my cock.&nbsp; A slave for my pleasure."<br><br>His hips began to rock, working his cock deeper into her and making wet noises as he began to build into a steady rhythm.<br><br>"Who am I?" he demanded as he took hold of her hips with both hands to pull her forward to meet his thrusts. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 20:00:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His slow forward press forced her open, and the surplus of fluids made the way gliding, yet still she had to be stretched around the blunted taper of his cockhead, drawn tight around the thickness of his shaft until she drew a breath in to a gasp that became a high, tight keen in her throat.<br><br>"You are... Brom," she managed, trying not to stammer, her voice raw, and her head only half-lifting, refusing to look at him. "You are Baronet, son and Heir of Ravenroost..."<br><br>The words jolted out of her slightly with the force of his movements, and His hands were tight and hard on her hips, undeniably strong, and she writhed a little bit in the bindings, heated upon him, pained and weary and growing close again to tears.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 20:07:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His grip tightened and he began to rock his hips faster, slapping against her as he worked himself toward the release that her suffering had begun.<br><br>"I am your Master," he growled.<br><br>"Say the words... and you may still have a soft bed and gentleness.&nbsp; Deny me and it will be an iron cage atop the battlements..."<br><br>He grunted and began to drive faster into her.<br><br>"You should not... hesitate... much longer..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 20:30:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I... can't!" she protested helplessly, her tearstreaked face lifting finally to look at him, her head shaking, curtain of moonbeam hair swaying with the movement. "I told you, if I call you such, my Lady will turn from me... I'll be... nothing!" Stretched out away from her, the elf's delicate fingers clenched convulsively, and the fear and horror of having her contact with her goddess permanently broken was evident in the quiver of her voice, the tense line of her body as he used it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 21:05:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moved faster, groaning as he worked himself closer and closer to his pleasure with her body.<br><br>For the span of several moments he gave her no answer but instead concentrated on the use of her body.&nbsp; Then at last, his cries rose and his fingers dug into her, and the no longer foreign feeling of having her insides flooded with his hot seed came and went.&nbsp; <br><br>He withdrew slowly, panting and leaning close to stroke her neck along the edge of the collar.&nbsp; "You gave that slave your pain and your pleasure... and you did it without your precious Lady now didn't you?"<br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 21:39:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He filled her, over and over, and then he filled her with the heat of him, the effort of simply taking him in her leaving the bound elf panting, he blood-streaked, bruised breasts bobbing with her breathing as finally he drew away. His spend slowly followed, a hot ooze trickling out of her sex and down her inner thigh, making her shudder almost as much as she did when he traced the edge of the collar, and it seemed to respond to his touch like a living thing, worming upon her skin as if that circle of tanned skin itself were crawling.<br><br>"I.... but She must have... I can't use power without Her..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 22:12:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom smiled wickedly and continued to trace the collar.<br><br>"Power can come from many things..." he said softly, "From pain and pleasure itself even.&nbsp; Did you feel her at the moment of your release?&nbsp; Did you feel her power as you gifted that slave?"<br><br>His fingers moved up to her cheek and stroked it lightly.<br><br>"Did you my pet?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 22:24:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes flicked back and forth between his, and only once to the sobbing girl in the corner, as she tried to recall the feel of it, to work out where in that mess of emotion and pain and delight she might have felt the presence of great and powerful Diune, familiar as a mother's voice. He questioned her, fingers sliding along her skin as the elf's expression slipped toward panic, stricken.<br><br>I... She..... oh Goddess... I don't know!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 22:33:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That seed was all he wanted from her... all he needed for now.&nbsp; The hint of doubt.<br><br>And the soft chuckle of that other voice... that other presence that had most certainly been there when she'd been forced to break her word... it teased her softly as she tried to recall.<br><br>Brom knelt to free her ankles and then reached up to free her wrists, pulling the elven woman close rather than let her fall or expect her legs to hold her weight after what he'd done so far.<br><br>"To the cage then..." he said as he lifted her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 22:55:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That teasing chuckle hissed its cruel, taunting laughter in the back of her mind as the man unbound her, and Elandriel sagged into his arms as one might expect, crying out as the change of position set the raw lines on her back afire once more, not to mention the dull throb of her nipples and the ache of her punctured breast. The pleasure of climax had slipped away, leaving only the pain of torture.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 23:28:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was hardly any weight in his arms as he carried her from the room, not bothering to clean her or cover her in any way.<br><br>And perhaps not surprisingly, even as they made way for him the castle's other denizens seemed anything both surprised as their lord's heir carried the broken elf through the caste and upward to the battlements.<br><br>The land swept out before them, Ravenroost being set into the mountainside as it was making the wall many times higher then the land below.&nbsp; And there indeed, sitting ready and empty was a cage of thick iron bars.&nbsp; Though cage was perhaps a generous term, it was hardly larger then the elf, but lacking any space truely arge enough for her to put an arm or leg through.&nbsp; She would be forced to hunch in the confined space, and the night chill had already made the metal cold and rough to the touch.<br><br>"The cage," Brom said as he let her look over her impending torment, "Anything to say before I lock you within till morning?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 23:48:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elfwoman did not know the many humans they passed, nor much cared. Brom cradled her, and she seemed to curl around her pain, cradling it in turn.<br><br>When they reached the battlements, the wind cut at her damp nude form, and she was shivering by the time she lifted her weary head to gaze distractedly at the cage. Mutey she shook her head, gaze lifting to scan the distant horizon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 23:55:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A hint of disappointment flickered at her silence.&nbsp; Not that he was at all hesitant to place her in this cold and lonely torture, but he'd hoped the prospect might have shaken her resolve.<br><br>But he gathered her and placed her into the wretched box of iron, arraigning her in a hunched over pose within the devilish cage.&nbsp; She was smaller than a human, so she could almost stand up straight, and might be able to sit if she tucked herself close enough together.<br><br>Once inside, he closed the door and secured it, then moved to turn the handles of the heavy wooden frame it hung from, swinging her out to dangle above the desolate cliffs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>21-12-2008, 19:31:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elf woman did not bother to struggle, as he placed her into the cage, locking her in and swinging her out over a terrifyingly deep drop. Her head bent and twisted, long silken strands of hair catching in the constant chill wind and fluttering outward through the bars of the cage while she gazed down, down, down.<br><br>The position she was forced into was incredibly uncomfortable, but she endured it as best she could, her small form shifting and worming until she could manage to sit, almost as if she were perched - the position pressed her damaged back up against the bars of the cage, though, and sent fresh tears sprouting from eyes that left the gap below to the horizon again, and she stared, waiting.<br><br>Waiting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>21-12-2008, 20:46:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The day passed on, the sun seeming to linger and reach out as if reluctant to abandon the elfin woman to her cold and lonely imprisonment.&nbsp; But it did at last slip below the horizon and leave her to the softer and colder gaze of the moon.&nbsp; The winds played over her, blowing down cold from the snow-capped mountaintop above.&nbsp; <br><br>And then the sound of soft footsteps as a lone figure moved to stand at the battlements.&nbsp; Tall and gaunt and dressed in fine robes of silk the man studied her in the silvery moonlight.&nbsp; His sharp eyes moved over her in silent appraisal as claw-like fingers stroked his chin.&nbsp; And the collar seemed to squirm against her skin and murmur at his presence, and even without the touch of her goddess the elven priestess could feel the same taint that both that wretched band and Brom's armor had shared.&nbsp; But it seemed to come not from anything on the man, but rather lingered upon him like the smell of woodsmoke might clung to the skin. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>29-12-2008, 19:45:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her slim figure in the cage seemed almost to be made of a shard of moonlight itself; skin and hair were bare, pale and gleaming, the only bit of darkness being that horrible collar bound around her throat, and which she did not lift her hands to touch - only lifted her head from time to time, longing to be rid of it.<br><br>But there was no being rid of it, and she sat, and endured it as the warming fingers of the sun faded for sister moon - endured it as motionless as she could manage, until with the approach from behind her, it seemed to come alive on her throat, squirming and crawling against her skin. She could feel what it was that made the thing move so; the taint of dark power wafted before the owner of the footsteps.<br><br>Slowly, Elandriel's head turned, to peer between the silverwhite strands of her own hair at the man standing upon the battlement. There was not enough room in the cage for the rest of her to turn as well. Silent, she studied him even as he did her, and finally her lips parted to observe without question, "You are kin to him."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 03:02:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The gaunt man fixed her with his gaze and nodded as his thinning hair fluttered in the ever-present wind of the mountainside.<br><br>"I am his father," he answered softly.&nbsp; "I was much like him when I claimed one of your sisters just as he has captured you.&nbsp; And just as I trained my pretty pet, he will break you as well chosen of Diune.&nbsp; And then you will be his until the day his own child is old enough to do the same."<br><br>Then he fell silent and simply let his eyes drift slowly over her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 17:12:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His cold gaze was almost palpable upon her body, and in conjunction with the taint of dark presence that clung to the old man, it made her shiver in a way the cutting mountain wind could not.<br><br>"What is it that cleaves to you?" She asked abruptly, trying to keep from cringing at the way to collar squirmed upon her neck at the question, as if in fear, or exultation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 18:24:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Something ancient," he answered softly, "Something that was dead and buried long before the founding of Desidera.&nbsp; He watched the building of this castle, guided the dreams of those that settled here... whispered to the founder of my line and forged a dark pact with him.&nbsp; His gifts are ours to use and his strength is ours to share so long as the Parcivan line shares his hunger for suffering and ecstasy as well."<br><br>He paused and then added in a reverent whisper, "He is Malikai, the Lord of Pain."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 18:31:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Guardedly she listened, as if hearing the prattling of a child only thinly laced with truth, words made grand to make itself sound older and more important - until, that is, he named the originator of the taint upon him.<br><br>Malikai, Lord of Pain. Malikai, ancient demon. Malikai, unsavory creature who delighted in death, in pain, in cruelty and sex - she knew of Malikai, and it showed in the way her tilted eyes widened. Tales of him had been told to her as a small elf; had been told to all elven children, cautioninf them against those things that would make the Lady Diune turn her eye from them. Where the great Lady sought to heal, comfort, cherish, HE strove to sow pain and discord and fear.<br><br>"Malikai," she whispered, the word carried from her lips by the wind. "No... it cannot be Malikai. He is not real!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 18:47:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The baron watched her and smiled as her eyes grew wide and she tried to deny his claim.<br><br>"Then what power could it be that turned aside your Lady's wrath from Brom and seals you from her love even now?&nbsp; If she has not yet turned her eye from you than what other power would be strong enough to defy her will and allow one of her chosen to be abused and raped so cruelly?&nbsp; Surely you do not think your lady would allow this if she could prevent it... so tell me if not from Malikai than where would we find the power to act against a Goddess with such impunity?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 18:43:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not Malakai," she whispered, seeming almost to plead that it not be true - but the collar of sister-skin upon her throat seemed to skitter, gibbering in her mind with cruel laughter at her distress, even after she turned away from the elderly human to peer toward the horizon again - spotting something there, beyond the range of human vision, that was cold comfort to her now.<br><br>She knew someone would come; only time would tell of when, and how successful.<br><br>"How can it be? The tales all say..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 04:29:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What?&nbsp; What do they say elf?"&nbsp; he asked softly, "That he was driven from the land and banished from the sight of sun and moon alike?&nbsp; Laid to rest in the dark and lifeless cold where his words would go unheard and his touch unfelt?"<br><br>"His body was broken and his soul cast down into the dark places within the earth to remain alone with only the unfeeling stone to keep him.&nbsp; But words of caution turned to stories and then to tales for children.&nbsp; So when my ancestors built this castle, his tomb had been forgotten."<br><br>"You will serve us, and when Brom is old and it grows to be his time to pass on the rule of Desidera you will be given to Malikai when his son rides out to claim one of your sisters to take your place... and she will wear your soul about her neck."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 17:03:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				More than anything the Baron's son had said to her, this man's soft, cruel words filled her with a visceral dread, and at the last, one slim hand flew to her throat, fingers curling around the collar that clung there. Torn between trying to tear it from her, and wanting to beckon&nbsp; the eye of the Lady to try and save her lost sister, her head bowed behind a curtain of silver hair, and a tear slid down the curve of her nose.<br><br>It dripped away, missing her bent-up legs and the cold metal of her cage, falling for countless seconds into the chasm far below, a wet spatter where no one dared tread."Lady prevent," she whispered mournfully, fearing she was herself now too late to be saved. To be in the grasp of Malakai's minion; it was a fate that one dared not dwell on, back in the forest that now lay beyond the distant horizon.<br><br><em>Hurry,</em> she pleaded, not even forming the word upon her lips as she searched for sign of approach. He must have arrived by now; soon, she hoped, a quiver would be gathered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 04:27:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Baron stood, looking from the cage to the horizon silently.&nbsp; Was she expecting a rescue... or wondering if her Lady would take her back even if they did come for her.&nbsp; They would try, that much was certain.&nbsp; There would be no wasted words, not after he'd sent what was left of the last envoy back laden with his child.&nbsp; They had left the newborn Naiobe with no word or letter, simply abandoning the half-elven babe at his gate.&nbsp; <br><br>The Baron closed his eyes, listening to the wind and feeling it as it teased his hair and tugged at his clothes.<br><br>They would come for their priestess, most likely before dawn.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 19:25:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her inhuman eyes trained upon the dark and distant horizon, she did not turn back to him again; for the first time, though, her slender form shivered in the wind.<br><br>"Was there aught else you wanted, Baron, or will you leave me to the dangling wind?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 17:31:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I will leave you to the gaze of the moon... that she may see what has become of you," he said quietly, "And I shall leave you to watch and wait for your oath-sworn."<br><br>Then he turned, not waiting for any answer she might give before walking back to the stairs leading back down into his castle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 22:18:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What would the Lady Luna think of what had become of one of the shining elves that she glimmered down upon, Elandriel wondered, listening to the tread of the Baron scraping away down the stairway until the sound of him was gone, and she was left alone with the whistle of the wind and the barely-unheard strain of the song of the spheres.<br><br>He knew they would come for her - he was as certain of it as she was herself, and it frightened her to know that her people's ways were as known and as transparent to her captors as that, and here she hung, with no way to warn them.<br><br>Left alone, she relaxed her hold upon her body, shivering freely in the wind to try to keep the chill on her flesh from creeping bone deep while she waited in the painfully cold, hard hanging cage. "Please, Great Lady... help them, warn them," she begged in a whisper. But she could not feel the touch of Diune, and the presence in the terrible collar snickered as she tried, her view of the horizon blurring with unshed tears.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 16:55:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The night moved slowly, Elandriel left alone with only the collar and the ruined soul trapped within it for company.<br><br>The castle was not silent, creaks and thuds and voices filtering up to taunt her and tease her with hope or dread that it might be her people come to save her or news of their failure...<br><br>But at last came the heavy tread of boots upon stone and the clatter of human armor.&nbsp; And a soft thumping and scraping of something being drug up the stairs.&nbsp; Soon enough Brom emerged, and she could see that one of his gauntlet-clad hands was full of soft silvery hair.&nbsp; A low moan told her the bloody elven warrior was still living even before the baronette drug him across the roof and lifted him to his knees.<br><br>"I told you I would let you gaze upon your precious priestess once more before you died," the man said with a cruel laugh.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 17:50:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The heavy tread of boots alone would not have made her turn, but the dragging sound, and the sensation of familiarity made her twist, looking toward the doorway even before they appeared, the warrior bloodied and all but pulsing with the pain of beating and bruises.<br><br>They had come for her... and this was the result.<br><br>She was twisting in the cage without realizing it, one hand clinging to the bar and the other reaching out toward the warrior, fingers stretching and splayed - her readiness to try to heal him automatic, but her first whispers of prayer were stopped by the hissing laughter of that voice, and the gut-wrenching writhe of the collar upon her throat.<br><br>Gasping low at the sensation, her hand tightened, her gaze meeting the young warrior's for a moment; she knew him, as she knew all those who had dedicated themselves to protection in their Lady's service. "Please," she whispered in her own language, "I cannot help you. You must get up!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 19:20:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The elven warrior gaze up at her, one eye swollen shut and a trickle of blood dribbled from his lip.<br><br>"I have failed you... We failed you... I'm sorry..."<br><br>Brom chuckled softly, curling his hand in the man's long hair and reaching down to brush his metal-clad thumb along one cheek.&nbsp; "I was thinking of giving him to my dear sister... she does so love to play with pretty things...&nbsp; Of course he's womanly enough I might just have some fun with him first..."<br><br>Behind him, a shadow shifted, silent and slow and cautious.&nbsp; A bowstring drew back with an almost imperceptible creak as an arrow trembled and then steadied.&nbsp; There would be only one chance, only one shot against the human's unguarded head as he stood gloating and taunting his victim.&nbsp; Elven ears twitched at the uncouth brute's sneering words, but one arrow would make Elandriel his last victim if it flew true and found it's mark.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 17:03:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elandriel met the warrior's gaze as he knelt there upon the cold and unforgiving stone; where he would have looked so comfortable in the forest, the greens and browns of his clothing and armor now looked completely out of place against the grey of the castle wall - which suited Brom's armor quite well.<br><br>"You have not failed if still you live," she whispered, trying to offer encouragement at least where she could not offer aid.<br><br>As Brom's finger brushed the warrior's cheek, she cringed where he did not, knowing what pain that hand could give, and her eyes flicked reflexively toward the shift in shadow beyond them. "Please, Lord; you have me still. Send him home."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 23:08:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom let go, shoving the wounded warrior forward to sprawl on the stones and moving to press one booted foot to the man's back and hold him down as he grinned cruelly.&nbsp; The moonlight played over his handsome features as he fixed Elandriel with his gaze.<br><br>"We're only sending the dead back," he answered, "But if you beg prettily enough, I might allow you to add him to their number..."<br><br>As the words left his lips, the arrow was loosed.&nbsp; A glimmer in the moonlight as it crossed the rooftop with a soft whistle.&nbsp; Brom's face turned from sneer to surprise and the human spun, his boot grinding into the spine of his victim and forcing a strangled cry as Brom's full armored weight crushed his chest against the stones.&nbsp; The arrow streaked, bright in the lunar glow and true.&nbsp; Brom's arm came up, too slow and too late, and a spray of red blood arched as his head was thrown back from the force of the impact.&nbsp; And the collar about Elandriel's neck wailed in unison with the human's scream of agony as he fell.<br><br>"There will be no more death from your hand," hissed the elven warrior as he stepped forward, bow dropped to allow him to draw a graceful sword and its matched long dagger.<br><br>Brom staggered to the edge of the battlements and turned back toward his captive, reaching out with his bloody hand as more of his precious life flowed freely from the ruin that had been his eye.&nbsp; That he clung to life at all was startling given the brutal efficiency of the wound.<br><br>"If I die..." he gasped as his hand reached to catch one of the bars and pull Elandriel's cage close, "My father will burn... everything... hunt your people... to the last..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 18:24:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				So quick, and so terrible, the arrow flew to gift Brom with the death he had offered the mangled elf that now lay keening upon the rooftop; Elandriel saw only The two standing, though; Brom, the slim arrow sprouting from his eye, and Kynathien beyond, the shining image of the lady's vengeance come to reclaim her Daughter and destroy the kidnappers.<br><br>But Kynathien did not know what Elandriel did, and her hand wrapped around Brom's wrist with a keening sound she did not realize she made; the pain of his wound nearly blinded one of her own eyes, and the dull agony of the fallen elf resonated unhealed in her chest.<br><br>"Kynathien, <em>a'mael ohtar!</em> They have made pact with Malakai!" The words were strained upon the edge of weeping, staring at Brom; she had met the Baron, and she knew that it was truth; for this, his firstborn spawn of his twisted seed, he would raze the wood and set the Painlord gleefully upon them all. "Go!"<br><br>She could only hope that her would-be rescuer would do as he was told, and flee to carry this terrible knowledge back to their people - and to save their people, she did now that which she ached not to do.. Her throat lurched under the collar that clung and wailed as she closed her eyes and began to whisper her prayers, hand lifting toward Brom's face, blinding him completely with the white glow that sprung up as she took from him as much of the arrow's damage as she could manage.<br><br>Glimmering elven blood began to seep from beneath one eyelid, her prayers stuttering out into a sharp scream.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 19:00:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brom's hand clutched at the cage, pulling it to scrape against the stone battlements as she lifted her hand to his damaged face.&nbsp; His other hand came up as well, grasping the shaft of the arrow.<br><br>Kynathien stepped closer, shaking his head at the sight before him and paralyzed by disbelief at both that and the words she'd called to him.&nbsp; And in that moment, Brom pulled, wrenching the arrow free with a roar.&nbsp; It was a mixture of the sharp pain at the tearing pull of the elegant silver barbs and the sudden surge of his strength and life flowing back into him.<br><br>Brom released the cage and rose back to his feet, fixing the elven warrior with his freshly mended gaze.&nbsp; Blood and thicker fluids splashed across his face like primative warpaint and the look of fury burning in his eyes was equally savage.&nbsp; The wooden shaft snapped as his fist closed and he snarled, more animal then man as he stepped to close with Kynathien and draw his larger sword to face the smaller man.<br><br>Grief-striken eyes darted to the swinging cage and then back.&nbsp; There was no time to think, so much in so little a time.&nbsp; But if Elandriel's words were true... If these humans were in league with the Lord of Pain...&nbsp; Bringing warning to the wood was more important than one elf's life.&nbsp; But that did not lessen the rending ache of seeing her, naked and caged and bleeding or remove the scream echoing in his ears.<br><br>"Your sacrifice will be remembered," he called out to her as he backed away from the mad lordling.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 19:16:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had offered as much healing as she could manage before the pain overwhelmed, and she curled down upon herself, caught between weeping and the added pain that salt tears created in her new wound - and nearby, the other elf still lay, his ribs crushed and breath wheezing as his lungs tried desperately to fill.<br><br>Dimly she was aware of the other two facing off, but it was the pain that called out to her; it was toward the pain that her hand lifted, shaking. This was what she was made to do, and her lips began to move in quivering prayer, faint glow coiling out and away from her palm toward the dying elf, seeking to heal his damaged chest, though coupled with the wound in her eyes it would surely mean her own death.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 20:04:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The fallen elf wheezed and glistening bubbles of crimson foam dribbled from his lips as he lay slowly drowning in his own blood.<br><br>The glow reached to him, faint but true as it licked like a mournful pet at his face and before sinking past his flesh to his wounds.&nbsp; The collar's mad voice crooned now, the tingling sensation along Elandriel's neck almost a caress as that wordless voice murmured soft and excited in her mind, eager and hungry and needful as it encouraged the priestess to do what she was meant to.<br><br>The clash of metal drifted into her ears but along with it came the low moaning of the other elf as his bones and flesh shifted, drawing back into their proper places as the pain and injury transferred to Elandriel.&nbsp; A sharp and raw stabbing as the jagged bone tore through her lung and began to replace air with blood and transform every attempt at drawing breath into a useless agony.<br><br>Darkness rose, stealing away the elven woman's senses and promising the release of oblivion from the terrible pain that filled her body.&nbsp; The pain faded as her body seemed to melt away from her until there was only the distant light of the moon and a soft whisper that called to Elandriel.&nbsp; But as she started to drift toward it, the sudden wrenching jerk of the collar stopped her and pulled her back.&nbsp; Each pain filling her body returned abruptly and fully as a swirling cloud blocked the light from her and two eyes of darkness so pure that they stood out against the shadows around them bored into her.<br><br>"Death is a privilege that you have not yet earned child..."<br><br>It was less a voice than a cold wind blowing words into her ears and she could feel the terrible weight of his presence.&nbsp; It was horribly similar to the sheer majesty she'd experienced when the Lady had turned her gaze upon her fully, but where the strength of that presence had been like the arms of a parent holding a child near this was a dark intruder in the night holding his victim helpless and weak before him... made worse by the undeniable knowledge of his kinship.<br><br>This was a god of her people... lost and forgotten and banished perhaps... but deep within her soul, she could feel a twisted connection that the Baron would never know no matter how fully he embraced the darkness.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 18:30:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The pain was terrible, and she took over the almost animal wheezing and moans of pain from the fallen elf, as well as his wounds, before unconsciousness took her. The drift toward the final end was welcome to her; though she was saddened that the rescue attempt might have been in vain, it relieved her to know that she would not linger on in the clutches of Malakai's worshippers.<br><br>Until her progress was stopped.<br><br>The darkness of eyes fell upon her, and in the deepest part of her she knew them for the eyes of the terrible pain-god even before he spoke. His presence forced her to her knees, sobbing in spirit at the undeniably, and unwelcomely familiar, force of his presence.<br><br>"No, Lord Malakai - let me go to my rest! I have done my work as I was set to it in the service of the Lady, and suffered the wounds of death in that work. Do not keep me from it, I pray you!"<br><br>Her head bowed, and ghostly tears pricked in her spirit-eyes. "I beg you...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 03:31:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was before her, looming over the healer and gazing upon her.&nbsp; Even with her face lowered she could feel the terrible weight of those eyes upon her.&nbsp; They stripped her flesh as neatly as any hunter and swept across her soul with a casual glance, making her feel more naked than any lack of clothing ever could.<br><br>Her lady's gaze had been penetrating, but it had carried forgiveness and tenderness and compassion.&nbsp; The dark lord's was cruel, as if he were seeing every flaw and imperfection to ever mar her thoughts and actions.<br><br>A cold touch graced her jaw, a wisp of shadow curling to cup and pull her face upward.<br><br>"It was those in the service of Lady Diune that worked to turn my faithful aside.&nbsp; It was they who set upon those who would not abandon their lord.&nbsp; It was they who labored to fashion a miserable cage beneath the rocks to imprison me, leaving me to languish without the light of day or night or the touch of my love upon my skin.&nbsp; It was those, like you, who served the Lady Diune and aided her as she betrayed and abandoned her soulmate and cast him down into the earth to rot and fester and become the monster before you.&nbsp; So no Elandriel...&nbsp; I will not let you go to your rest.&nbsp; Not until these petty beasts have made your soul as warped and twisted as mine will I release you to her.&nbsp; And when she turns her back on your broken soul and refuses it, I will welcome you back with open arms."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 22:30:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nay," Elandriel whispered, her jaw barely moving above his massive finger as she stared starkly up into the eyes of the painlord, every bit of her made to feel exposed and unworthy beneath his terrible gaze.<br><br>"It is because of what you are that you were driven from the world," she insisted, echoing the essence of the many stories that had been told of it. "You abandoned and attacked my Lady; it was for the sake of her and the continuance of our people our way of life that She saw fit to save us from you, from your touch."<br><br>It was a madness, to say such things to him - yet he had just told her she would not die, and despite the awful collar on her throat, she felt herself a creature of the great goddess yet. "If you will not let me die, then whatever I am made to suffer, she will cure me or show me the mercy of freedom from it!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 07:30:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your loyalty is touching Elandriel, pity it is wasted on one who will not repay it.&nbsp; When your end comes, you will see that I speak the truth."<br><br>And then he loomed closer and the elf felt something sweep through her.&nbsp; Each wound in her body flared anew and then grew more and more painful until her body was naught but a collection of agony.<br><br>And then suddenly the pain was gone, and she found herself free of that strange realm and returned to the cage whole and unharmed.&nbsp; The light of dawn was filtering in and the rooftop was empty save a lone figure in a dress of black silk.&nbsp; Her hair was white like snow and spilled down her shoulders and back in flowing waves.&nbsp; Her face was young and pretty, but marred by a long jagged scar down the left side of her face, flowing under an eye-patch of burgundy velvet.&nbsp; <br><br>And as soon as Elandriel stirred, she moved forward without a word to swing the cage back to the rooftop and to open it and reach in to haul the elf out by her hair.&nbsp; "Come with me," she said disdainfully and began to descend into the castle.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 20:11:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Pain flared through the elf as if a fire were consuming her from the inside out, and a terrible scream of agony the likes of which she had often helped halt but never uttered herself rose up in her throat-<br><br>But then it was all gone, and she was swung in to the rooftop, her naked form shivering a little with the sudden departure of that overwhelmingly dark and divine presence. Eyes which had been pressed tightly closed opened slowly, taking in the woman outside the cage; she was silent, even as she was dragged out by the long curtain of her hair, and stiffly she straightened, stretching a moment and letting her gaze skim over the rooftop.<br><br>The battle that had raged was long since passed, it seemed, but her eyes picked out the faint discolouration of elven blood upon the stones, where had lain the elf she'd nearly died to save.<br><br>Wordlessly, casting a look over her shoulder toward the horizon, she fell into step behind the scarred woman, bare feet padding quietly down the stone steps leading into the castle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 05:07:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman's back was straight and her head was held high as she strode down the steps.&nbsp; Her dark boots tapped out a steady rhythm as she walked with hair and dress alike swirling about her.&nbsp; Her pace was quick, but not a rush.<br><br>Down she brought Elandriel, once more deep within Ravenroost's lower halls.&nbsp; But not back to the torture chambers.&nbsp; Rather she brought the elf to a clean and simple hall filled with bunks for the keep's soldiers.&nbsp; The trio of elven women that Elandriel had seen upon her arrival were waiting and the silent and stern woman relinquished her charge to them as she approached a man who was clearly some sort of officer.<br><br>The trio of elves were dressed in translucent silks, each in a color that complimented her hair but did not truly hide any of her womanly charms from sight.&nbsp; One took each of Elandriel's wrists and the third fell in behind her, drawing her hair back from her shoulders as they drew her across the room.&nbsp; "Sister... this part of the training is hard.&nbsp; We'll do what we can for you, but in the end you must let go of your misguided notions to be free of this stage.&nbsp; Accept that your body is an instrument of pleasure and that it will be used in whatever way pleases your master.&nbsp; Accept this and relax and learn to take pleasure in pleasing them sister.&nbsp; Please don't fight... Just surrender... Accept your place here..."<br><br>As the elves brought her to a large bed at the back of the room, the soldiers young and old alike looked over from were they were resting or eating or carrying out other simple activities.&nbsp; All of them fell quiet and still as their eyes roamed the naked woman's progress through the barracks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 18:39:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The silence of the strange woman she followed through the cold and twisting castle might have been oppressive to the elven priestess, were it not that she were used to rather similar silence in the forest. There, though, the ambient noises were the creak of aging trees and the skitter of small creatures, not the clatter of boots and the distant squeals of... of she did not wish to think what.<br><br>Soon enough they entered a barracks, and there she was given over into the care of the three elves she'd met before, and Elandriel shivered at the gentle yet insistent way they took hold of her, guiding her across the room beneath the eyes of the many human guards here. Nervously she looked 'round - they gazed upon her like hungry bears, and it made her flesh crawl as she was brought to the large bed. It looked very much out of place in comparison to the smaller, simpler bunks, and she stopped just short of it, twisting to try to extricate herself from the grasp of those who should have been acting as her sisters.<br><br>"Accept this? I cannot bear to accept the atrocities of this place!" she insisted in a low whisper, her pulse jumping beneath the unnatural circle of leather upon her throat, and her eyes watered a little. Did they even realize how this terrible thing had been created? "Please - do what you can for me, and help me be free of this place - help me go home, that I might warn our people. Malakai is real; he's returned, and they must know!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 16:51:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				They let her pull free, but formed a semi-circle around her, preventing her from moving away from the bed as they nodded.<br><br>"We know sister..."&nbsp; "We have all been visited by him..."&nbsp; "This place is your home now..."&nbsp; <br><br>Then soft but insistent fingers were upon her once more.&nbsp; Her further cries were ignored as they worked to secure her.&nbsp; They closed around her and pushed her down onto the bed, following and weighing her down with their own soft bodies.&nbsp; Silken flesh and silk brushed against Elandriel's naked form as they forced her onto her back.&nbsp; One sat atop her, straddling her belly as the other two each took a hand, gently but relentlessly they drew her arms out and bound them to leather straps attached at the bed's corner posts.&nbsp; They cinched the straps, pulling her arms taut and leaving her head to spill over the top of the bed.&nbsp; <br><br>Then they turned their attention to her legs.&nbsp; The one straddling her settled her hands upon the priestess' breasts, softly and knowingly stroking those orbs and working the darker nipples to peaks with her fingers as the other two secured a pair of cuffs about Elandriel's ankles.&nbsp; But rather than secure her legs to the remaining posts as might be expected, the one atop her slithered up and off, running her soft inner thighs along the elf's breasts and neck and face as she slipped off the top of the bed while the other two lifted and parted her legs, securing the ankle cuffs to cords from the same two posts as her wrists, then once more drawing them tight to force her legs wide and curl her over herself, leaving her ass and sex wide and lifted in lewd display for the soldiers who had started to gather and watch her binding with open lust.&nbsp; Several had even boldly opened their trousers to stroke their growing erections eagerly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 17:57:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Any one of the other elven women would not have been able to overcome her, but faced with the three of them together Elandriel found herself drawn inexorably down onto the bed with a low sob. They knew - all of them knew, and they were not bound nor even guarded, it seemed, and yet all of them chose to remain in this terrible place rather than carry warning home to their people.<br><br>"Do not do this, please!" she begged of them as they dragged out and affixed first her arms, and then her legs - forcing her into a horribly exposed position with her legs bent back over herself and spread wide, her most intimate parts made utterly bare and vulnerable to anyone in eyesight.<br><br>There were many in eyesight, and all eyes were upon her form as she began to sob, shaking her head and writhing in desperate attempt to tug herself free of the bindings that held her so lewdly presented. Her cheeks were flushed deep violet with the shame of it, her head shaking so hard that her hair swept the floor. "No, no! What has he done to you?! What are you doing to me? Let me go!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 18:20:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The bed shifted and creaked as one of the soldiers finished freeing himself and moved onto it.&nbsp; "He has taught us to take pleasure in the use of our bodies," one said as she moved to kneel and take the human's cock into her mouth without hesitation, her small hands kneading his balls as she sank upon him until her nose pressed to him and her throat bulged from accommodating his length.<br><br>"Each of us has lain upon this bed..." another added as she nestled close, easing beneath Elandriel's leg and nuzzling the back of her knee, kissing softly and working her soft lips down the taut curve of her thigh to nuzzle into her sex and moan softly against her.<br><br>The last knelt at the head of the bed, stroking the bound elf's cheeks with her soft fingers.&nbsp; "You will learn that your body gives pleasure," she said softly, "And that you may either suffer or enjoy this... Either way will pleasure your masters.&nbsp; I would take your place if I could sister... but it shall be your duty alone that please them."&nbsp; <br><br>And then the first elf drew back reluctantly and helped guide the wet male cock to Elandriel's rear, leaning close to tease that tightly puckered hole with her tongue and lav it with her saliva before withdrawing to allow the soldier to start forcing his way into the helpless captive.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 19:38:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With unveiled disgust, Elandriel stared as one of her sisters knelt before one of the soldiers and took his shaft so deep into her mouth that his soft sack was pressed to her chin. How could she DO such a thing? That was not a place to be taking that portion of any man, let alone a human, and she seemed able to do so without even a moment of either pain nor apology to the Great Lady!<br><br>Worse yet, one of the others coiled herself around Elandriel's own waist and under her up-tied leg, nuzzling like a great slender cat at her exposed sex - making the new priestess moan too, but in revulsion. It was unheard of for one woman to touch another in such away among their kind, and Elandriel tore her eyes away, looking up at the third through a veil of tears.<br><br>"My duty lies elsewhere!" She insisted, pleading as the other stroked her cheeks. "You know this - even if you cannot free yourself from this, please do not condemn me to the same- ah! AH! No! Not there, not THAT! NO!" Her screams suddenly echoed down the barracks as the spit-slicked cock pressed against her vent, forcing inward where no penetration was meant to be. It drew even tighter, trying to keep him out, and she squirmed in her bindings, desperate to elude his touch and that of - horrors, it made her stomach twist! - the elven tongue that pressed and laved to ease the way for his too-large protrusion.<br><br>Tight and tiny, she was able to keep him at bay a short while, though it hurt terribly to do so. The pressure made her cry out wordless screams, though, and in one unfortunate shift her muscles slackened a moment, letting the tip of him begin to spread her and sink in amidst searing pain.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Darkling Stories - Elandriel's Training</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 23:05:48</strong>
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				The more she struggled and screamed, the more avidly the elf nuzzling her sex licked at her, working her tongue between the widely parted petals of Elandriel's womanhood to tease and coax her pearl as artfully as her great familiarity with both receiving and giving this forbidden pleasure allowed.&nbsp; <br><br>Once the human gained that foothold in her, the elf who'd readied him slithered down and began to work a trail of kisses and nuzzling licks along the priestess' taut body from hip to side and up along her to latch upon her breasts and suck at them in turns.<br><br>The human just grunted, pushing roughly into her unwilling and unready passage, working himself in with short hard thrusts.&nbsp; He swung his large hand to slap her buttock sharply and growled.&nbsp; "Fight it all you want but every cock in this barracks is going to have you in every way before we're done with you..."<br><br>And the final elven woman simply stroked Elandriel's hair softly as her other hand moved to stroke the hair of the woman devouring the woman's breasts hungrily.
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