A Dark Elf's Compensation
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				Title: <strong>A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 02:49:10</strong>
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				It was a bright and sunny day, white puffy clouds dotted a brilliant blue sky as the wind blew softly across the grass and the trees, kicking a bit of dust on the well traveled dirt road. The only thing that was out of place was a lone figure that tread upon that dirt road. Large ebony talons dug distinct patterns with each heavy step, clearly distinct from any other footprint that may have been noticed in the padded dirt. <br><br>The figure was immensely tall, a towering and intimidating nine feet that dwarfed most of the races that his kind had contact with. With a long snout, a pair of fold-able wings on his back, a pair of reptilian eyes, a long tail trailing behind him and the durable grayish blue scales, it did not take any great amount of intelligence to recognize his dragonian heritage.<br><br>Gaist, like many of his ancestors before him was a journey to strengthen himself, as was the tradition for the son of a chieftain. He was an heir to the leadership of his tribe and therefore was required to leave his home for a time. Unlike the rest of the dragonian race who had succeeded their masters and taken root in the fief they stole and built cities, he was descended from a tribe who had broken off from the rest. A good many of the dragonians had seen enough of war or simply hadn't cared to carry it on and die for lords they had no love for, and had since abandoned them and made a home for themselves. Gaist's tribe had chosen to follow the path of the warrior and broke off from the rest to pursue that path as nomads.<br><br>Gaist was the culmination of centuries of training, selective breeding, and the absorption of alien tactics and techniques, and now he had been sent out into the world to receive the training that only real battle experience could teach him. Now if only he could figure out where he was going! He had been headed in the direction of the western nations but had misplaced the map he had been given and now the only thing guiding him was the cold hand of fate and the hope that he was heading in the right direction.<br><br>"Fafnir's blood!" he cursed, "I hope I hit a town soon. I haven't seen hide nor hair of anyone since I left." he whined. Looking around he tried to see any landmarks or signs that he was heading in the right direction. Unfortunately for him the topography of the western nations was completely different from that of the plains he had been so used to; the trees in particular seemed very alien to him.&nbsp; The only thing that hinted he was on the right track was the beaten dirt road he walked upon. <br><br>Eventually the road traveled along the edge of a forest. Stopping to rest against the trunk of a large tree, he pulled out his water gourd and drank deeply. He had been walking since morning and was still no closer to where he was going or so it seemed. As he drew a deep sigh of exasperation the wind suddenly blew from behind him carrying the scent of something alive and alien to him. It was also getting closer. Bolting up from where he sat he ran away from the trees and into the open. He spun around and drew the katana he carried at his hip. From out of the top of the trees they came down three or four at a time with swords drawn and ready to cut him down without mercy.<br><br>Gaist had never seen them before but he knew what they were. Drow. The subterranean race elves that dwell in the Underdark. Gaist smirked. He had been educated in most of the races that walked upon the firmament, but the drow had been ingrained in his head as an especially strong and deadly race. They were fast, merciless and cunning. Truly a worthy group of foes for him. <br><br>"We'll wipe that smile off your ugly face wyrm-spawn." spat what Gaist presumed to be their leader. His tone was full of venom and malice but it was calm and controlled and revealed no emotion. The drow and the dragonians had not parted company on the best of terms to say the least. While not directly affiliated with the drow they were still part of the same alliance and when the dragonians left that alliance the drow held a quite a grudge; and they still carried it this day.<br><br>Gaist readied himself, holding his sword parallel to the ground as he was charged by three drow from the rear group. They were swift and precise in their movements but their charge was an overconfident one. Gaist drew back his sword and it seemed he would attack with a horizontal slash at the first one, however when the drow ducked to evade the predicted blow, Gaist reared back and delivered a kick to his jaw that knock him off his feet. The other two continued their charge undeterred, splitting up to attack Gaist from either side. Gaist responded with a long sweeping stroke that severed both of their heads.<br><br>The death of their comrades seemed to have disheartened the rest. Or at the very least they held their position to reconsider their plan of attack. Gaist however was not so accommodating. He reached into his vest and removed an ofuda with a magic spell inscribed on it. He concentrated his focus on the paper charm,<br>and the ground underneath one of the drow in the middle of the group erupted in fire, setting the poor man ablaze and catching his comrades off guard.<br><br>Most of the remaining drow were busy evading the burning man as he flailed about or trying to put him out, the rest had their sight set on killing Gaist. Gaist switched which hand he held his katana in to his left and drew his other sword, a six foot no-dach, which he inherited from his Grandfather. Now armed with both of his weapons and with speed no creature of his size had any right to, he charged into the fray. Taken aback by the speed with which he charged them the drow scattered.<br><br>Gaist impaled the first drow he reached through the heart with his no-dachi and lifted him off the ground still impaled upon it, his lifeless body hanging limply in the air. One of his comrades approached from the side with thrust aimed at Gaist's heart, stepping back and to the side he parried the thrust and countered by impaling him through the his no-dachi as well in a brutal display of raw strength. Pulling his sword out of the drow's head, two drow circled around trying to attack him from behind. He spun around and tossed the limp body off of his sword and onto one of his attackers and blocked the attack from the other man.<br><br>Before the first man could get up Gaist stabbed him through the dead body that lay atop him and pursued his partner, thrusting at his chest with his left hand and bring his right down when he blocked his first thrust, repeating the process, his target blocking powerful blow after blow until he slipped up and was finally caught with a slash across the chest. <br><br>By now the other drow had regrouped and surrounded Gaist. Taking a deep breath to calm himself he waited for them to make the first move, not that he had any choice in the matter. By now the drow knew better than to underestimate him and he knew they would be smarter about attacking him. That being said the smartest move would be to attack from behind.<br><br>Attack from behind they did. Two drow swiftly approached him, one directly from behind and the other a little to his right. Expecting an attack from that direction he performed a combination of a falling leaf and a deflecting slash with his left hand, using the momentum to of blocking the second drow's sword to cut through the first one and stab the second drow with his other sword. Before Gaist could even finish his slash, another one rushed him. With no time to block he was dealt a long cut across his left thigh, shallow but enough to draw blood. Had it not been for for durable scales the cut would have been much deeper. In retaliation for his wound, Gaist reared his head back and blew a stream of fire at the offending drow, sending him flailing and screaming in the opposite direction.<br><br>It was finally down to the last two of his attackers. Gaist licked his lips in anticipation and waited for them to attack. One leaped at him while the other charged, attacking him in a heaven&amp;hell maneuver. These two were faster than the others, giving him no time to counter attack after he blocked their respective blows, parrying and blocking one swift slash after another. It took him some time but eventually he found an opening and he took it, parrying an attack from the drow to his left and using the force to slit the throat of the drow to his right as he prepared to attack again. Without the aid of his partner the final drow didn't stand a chance. Gaist rained down one heavy blow after another before he dropped the sword in his left hand. Gripping the no-dachi with both hands he raised it above his head and brought it down, cutting the unfortunate drow in half.<br><br>Panting a bit from the excitement, Gaist used his slain enemies clothes to wipe the blood off of his swords and sheathed them. "Not bad for my first real battle." he said to himself victoriously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malevolence</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 17:59:06</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Drow.jpg)</div><br>Erel'shri emerged from the woods, sword drawn, water dripped still from her long, white hair and she smelled of clean from her long-needed bath. All was silent, too silent to her liking and paused to listen again and call out to her men. Receiving no answer, she instantly went on guard, her nude body now tense and her senses alert. <br><br>Her keen hearing picked up breathing and she spun around and crept through the bushes. She followed the sound then crouched low. Ahead, through the brush, she saw him. The Dragonian who stood triumphant around the bodies of her dead men. Anger welled in her. Not particularly at the loss of the men, they were incompetent obviously if one Dragonian could conquer them..but anger at the death of man who occupied her bed each night, who kept her warm and satisfied. He had been her favorite lover, the one man who was her equal in bed and out and knew just how to turn the tables and take charge during their lovemaking. <br><br>But, she dismissed these thoughts now and gathered her senses. Holding the sword up and across her chest, ready to strike, she stepped from the brush, "Halt! Dragonian!" she called in a loud, commanding voice, "Why did you kill my men?"<br><br>She took a slow but sure step forward, one long, strong and shapely leg crossed over the other, her small feet noiseless on the ground. Erel'shri never took her eyes off the large creature, and her lip curled up in a haughty sneer, "You did not think you would get away with this slaughter, did you? I will not go so easily as they!" She slowly circled him, moving so she was to the opposite side of the hand with which he held his weapon. She also quickly took stock of his body, assessing it for any other weapons, calculating his strengths quickly..<br><br>"Answer me, creature! Before you die!" <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 18:42:39</strong>
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				Gaist spun around when he heard the feminine voice behind him, immediately drawing his swords again. He chided himself for not realizing that the true commander of the drow he killed was absent. Drow were always commanded by a woman of their own race, without exception. He expected she might be angry over the loss of her men but he wasn't expecting her to be naked. Her current dress, or lack thereof, made him gawk at her toned, bare body in awe, he could see everything. Everything!. Her body was well developed, both her muscles and her feminine treasures.<br><br>Gaist shook his head and cast those thoughts from his mind, if he didn't take her seriously then he would be the one to die next. Now with his head back on his shoulders he answered the drow woman as she circled him, "If they didn't want to die then they shouldn't have attacked me so carelessly. The first three who charged me were pathetic, unworthy of my blades. And why do you even care? I was always taught that the drow look down on their men." Glancing down at her naked breasts he added wryly, "Nice body by the way."<br><br>As they circled each other he sheathed his katana, holding his no-dachi with both of his hands, holding parallel to the ground at her as he did before. He doubted he would have any need to use two swords against a single opponent even if she was stronger than the others, confident that he could wither down with power blows. Using both arms might even be overkill actually, given his immense strength. <br><br>"I'll tell you what, if you just walk away now I won't hold the actions of your men against you. And then we can both just walk away." he offered her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malevolence</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 21:10:37</strong>
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				Erel'shri sneered, "I think not, Dragonian. You have much to atone for. My men may have been weak, but they were MINE. Now..." she stepped up to him boldly, sword still at the ready, "YOU have two choices..submit, or be vanquished. I am in need of replacements now. You are the size of most of men combined, so you will do nicely."<br><br>Her dark eyes roamed downwards, taking in each muscle, each limb and finally rested between his legs, "Yes, you will do quite nicely..."<br><br>She stepped back then, and with her free hand pointed to the ground, "On your knees Dragonian. Now." she spoke the last word with emphasis, clearly brooking no argument. Her naked body was still tensed, ready to spring forth at the slightest provocation.<br><br>"Get. On. Your. Knees." she took one leg and with a quickness almost invisible to the naked eye, she hit him behind the knee, right in that "sweet" spot that when hit, causes your knee to bend forward uncontrollably, making him fall to the ground. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 22:12:11</strong>
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				When the drow woman's eyes trailed over Gaist's body and finally settled, Gaist puzzled looked down to where she was looking, to see he had a raging erection. He may have been able to get her nudity out of his focus but it seemed his body was not quite so willing to do so. "Oh geez." he thought to himself, "I really do need more training."<br><br>Gaist was taken aback by the speed which she kicked him, all he could see was a blur of motion when it left the ground and struck his knee. He winced as he fell to the ground, supporting himself with his left hand, his other hand still tightly clutching his no-dachi. "You're forgetting my third option," he told her as she stood there, waiting for his answer. She had been to the left of him opposite where his katana rested at his hip, allowing the perfect chance to use an Iaidō technique. "I can kill you and be on my merry way." he said and drew his katana from it's sheath, using the same motion of pulling it out to slash at his opponent in one fluid motion which she dodged.<br><br>Now with some distance between them, Gaist circled his foe, trying to decide how to go about his attack. She was fast and that would be the greatest obstacle to overcome, but he had a way of getting around that. The no-dachi he wielded, the Murakumo, was in fact a famous blade made by one of the famous blacksmiths of the east and it possessed a special power; it granted almost inhuman speed and agility to the wielder. The sword had been handed down to Gaist the day he left, and that was how he would defeat this woman.<br><br>Gaist leaped high into the air and brought down both of his blades in her direction as he fell, not surprised when she dodged his strike. But he gave her no time to retaliate, he rained down one blow after another at her from every angle; confident the speed boost he received from the family heirloom would be enough to keep her on the defensive until he landed the finishing blow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malevolence</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 22:57:13</strong>
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				Erel'shri dodged the first two blows, but the next two landed hard on her small form. She could feel the blood flow from the slices but she bit back the pain and answered with two slices of her own sword, across his abdomen before she spun on her barefeet, creating distance from him. <br><br>"Nicely done, Dragonian..." she said with a chilled smile, "But you will not get so lucky anymore.." she leapt up easily, nimbly, and flipped in the air to land behind him this time, sword swinging even as she fell, in the hopes that she could catch his neck and sever his head before she hit the ground, hit while she had the advantage of height over this 9 foot tall creature. <br><br>She was a beautiful if deadly sight in the air. Nude, white hair wildly framed her lovely face in a leonine halo, her sword glinting in the summer sunlight. A pure, deadly sort of radiance emanated around her as well, an aura of violence and exotic desire. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 00:55:27</strong>
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				Things were not going as he had planned. Not only was she able to thwart his attacks, but she was even able to launch a counter attack despite the ferocity of his strikes. She had been parrying and blocking most of his strikes that hadn't surprised him, but what got him was how she was able reduce the damage to minor, shallow cuts. He could get a hit on her given enough time, but if things stay the way the way they are then she'd eventually find a weakness in his swordplay and land a fatal blow. She'd already made two good hits on his torso, and deeper than the wound on his leg made by the drow he had killed before. If he didn't end this soon he could very well bleed to death.<br><br>And the way she spun away from him after she had landed her blows, was simply remarkable. It was like she was dancing instead of fighting. When she leapt at him she was able to close the distance between them and outmaneuver him by getting at him from behind. He almost didn't react in time to block her strike at his neck, which might have killed him. Even with his durable scales, he would never chance a direct blow to his neck, lest she sever his femoral artery.<br><br>But block it he did, just in the nick of time, bring his swords behind his back, a loud metal clang echoing through the air when all three blades collided. "You're not too bad yourself, dark elf." he said before she landed. "She may have been fast on her feet, but she couldn't possibly maneuver herself while still in the air." Gaist though, and spun around to deliver a powerful kick to the falling dark elf.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malevolence</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 01:26:59</strong>
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				She knew what was coming, years of training had taught her well and had honed her instincts to a fine edge. She knew as soon as his blades hit hers what he going to do. She kicked her legs over her head, pushing off the ground as the first foot contacted the ground. She saw his massive foot heading her way and instead of gut he contacted a sharp hip bone, which knocked her askew, but she could breath through the pain and bruising..she STILL had her breath.<br><br>She landed awkwardly but used the momentum to continue around, in a circle before she crouched low, her chilly smile back, "You missed, Dragonian.." she said with a taunting smile as she began to circle him again, looking for a chance, assessing his vulnerabilities..<br><br>Blood from her wounds mingled with sweat and ran in rivulets down her torso and over her ample breasts. She looked like a painted warrior now, and even more alluring than before. <br><br>"Had enough? Or shall we continue this dance? I am up for it, but it will be your last dance, the last dance of the dead man..." she chuckled low and before he could blink, she charged him, blade at the ready, held low across her chest, ready to parry and slice. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 02:42:26</strong>
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				Missed? His kick still connected with her body, thereby making it a successful strike. Or so he always defended. During his training his mother always told him that if you miss your mark, even if you still connects you've missed. Her words to him never really sunk in however. <br><br>He could see where his foot impacted on her body. "Her body..." his thoughts drawing away from the threat she posed and to the graceful and sensuous body before him. Covered in sweat her breasts heaved with effort as she recovered from the pain of his kick, her long supple legs, a pouting, hairless womanhood, firm flat stomach, a full firm set of breasts and a rather alluring face for any man to look upon. She was absolutely gorgeous.<br><br>"I can do this all day!" he boasted proudly to her, but inwardly he was thinking, "I can't keep this up for much longer. It's time to switch styles and put everything into one clean stroke." And so saying to himself, he raised his sword above his head, angled back and down at a 45 degree angle in a classical readying stance for the falling avalanche. Finally he moved his right back behind to achieve the proper footing. <br><br>If only he had noticed the dismembered head of one of his victims.<br><br>Gaist lost his footing and stumbled back upon the head, almost crushing it with his weight, but not before he began to fall flat on his back, unable to do anything as the drowess approached him with lethal intent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malevolence</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 02:49:47</strong>
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				She charged forward and brought her sword to bear, down on his neck, "This why you should always clean your play area, Dragonian.." she smirked and switched the blade in her hand, and took the hilt between both, point directly downward, ready to plunge it deep into his throat.<br><br>"Say goodbye, Dragonian..say goodbye or agree to submit to my will. You killed my men, you can either die or consent to become mine. What will it be?"<br><br>She pushed the sword point just barely in against his neck, not puncturing the flesh, but enough so that he can feel it, know she was quite serious in her intent to kill him. She lifted a bare, now dirty foot and brought it down between his legs, gently caressing his cock, a gesture that was in sharp contrast to the sword at his throat, ready to end his life. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 03:14:59</strong>
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				Gaist gritted his teeth, his eyes shut tight in anguish at his defeat as the pointed tip of the drowess' blade pressed against his throat. Even with his durable hide there was no way he could survive, she was more than strong enough to send it through to the other side of his neck. <br><br>Looking down as much as he could given the sword pressed to his neck he looked at the voluptuous and naked dark elf standing over him victoriously. It certainly wasn't how he expected his end to look. He had always thought he would die against an invading horde or against an older, grisly, battle hardened warrior. And he certainly never expected his killer to be naked. Currently she was standing directly on him, giving him a perfect view of all her body had to offer, especially her hairless sex. The very sight was enough to make his cock strain against it's cloth prison, twitching excitedly even without the drowess' foot stroking over it gently.<br><br>Gaist cursed himself for his failure to notice the severed head behind him. If only he hadn't fallen, if only he could have had his chance to strike! But he had been taught not to dwell on "if onlies", and to focus on the present situation at hand and deal with it accordingly. But how did you deal with a sword to your throat? The only way you could: on the sword wielder's terms.<br><br>Swallowing, he looked at his captor in the eyes, "If... If I accept, and surrender my life to you... Will there be many enemies for me to fight? Can I become stronger?" he asked her, almost pleadingly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malevolence</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 03:20:06</strong>
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				She instantly stepped back, sword to her side, "There will be many, I hope you do better than you have here, Dragonian." <br><br>Erel'shri shook her head, settling her white hair better before she gestured for him to stand, "Up. To your knees. Pledge yourself to me." she pointed to the ground at her feet and stood with a regal bearing that made her seem larger than life, certainly much larger than her small, Drow frame would normally lead you to believe.<br><br>She remained unashamed of her nudity, and her dark eyes watched Gaist intently, her body was still tense and ready to spring into action should he try -anything.- 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 03:33:53</strong>
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				Gaist was instantly relieved when he felt the sword tip leave his neck, though he was a bit disappointed that her foot also left his bulging crotch. <br><br>Slowly he got up onto his knees and looked at his new mistress as she pointed to the ground in front of her. Slowly he got to his feet, and collected his no-dachi, but made no motion to attack her. Instead he gripped it so that&nbsp; the blade protruded downward. <br><br>Falling onto one knee before her, his free hand rested on his other knee. Still holding his sword he plunged it into the ground and bowed his bleeding torso and his head to his new mistress. "I, Gaist Ironstone of the Faithful Dragonian clan, pledge to devote myself and my blades in service to you, for as long as I shall live. My life is yours, Mistress."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malevolence</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 03:38:23</strong>
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				Her smile warmed now, she was no longer the fearsome warrior, but was now a benevolent Mistress as she nodded slightly, "I am Erel'shri of the Drow. You will serve me well, brave Dragonian.."<br><br>She tapped his shoulders with her sword, lightly it touched each before she stepped back, "you will not only serve me martially, but also learn to serve me in bed." She pointed a long, slim finger to a headless Drow, "you not only killed my soldiers, but also my lover..and a female Drow with no man to serve her can be quite...cranky..and you would not want that, would you Gaist?"<br><br>She grinned, and it was a feral grin, certainly enough to send a shock of fear through his spine, afterall..he had seen her fight, what would she be like if she was "cranky?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 04:01:15</strong>
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				Erel'shri, so that was his mistress' name. It would be a name he would carry for the rest of his life.<br><br>Gaist felt the light tap on each of his shoulders, he had heard about this. It was a ceremonial action in other nation's military's to signify ascension to knighthood or something. It was not unusual to him, he went through an formal ceremony of his own when he came of age, though he was not entirely sure of what it signified to the drow.<br><br>His head snapped up to look at her when she informed him that he would also be her lover form now on. His gaze followed her finger to where she pointed, it was one of the drow he had slain by decapitation. One of the very first two he had killed in fact.<br><br>He shivered visibly when she grinned at him, and felt an icy chill run down his spine at the mention of her being cranky. "Uh, no... no Mistress that would not be good would it?"<br><br>Even so, he had not even in his wildest dreams, okay maybe in his wildest dreams but those were far and in between, that he never thought that he would be the chosen lover of such a skilled and powerful drowess. It was not a part of his journey but he had also hoped to find a mate he could bring back with him when he returned to his clan. She certainly filled all the criteria: a warrior, beautiful, skilled, strong, and a perfect candidate to lead his clan. His mother would love her!<br><br>However he kept such thoughts to himself. It was no secret that the drow looked down upon other races and it seemed a dream within a dream that she would even consider abandoning her station amongst her own people for him or his clan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malevolence</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 04:09:02</strong>
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				She turned her back to him and moved off to where her caravan sat waiting. Without a word she ducked inside, parting the curtains in the doorway with a slap of her hand. She did not look over her shoulder to see if he followed, she had confidence he would. <br><br>Inside, the caravan tent was roomy, a thick, soft carpet was laid over the ground. Large, overstuffed pillows sat here and there and a small table with collapsible legs sat in the middle of the tent, spread with food and drink. In the corner was tucked a pile of furs and pillows and silks- her bed. It all looked terrifically inviting and warm and comfortable.<br><br>She drew on a robe before her would have entered and smoothed her messy hair before she took a seat at the table and stretched out her long legs and began to eat ravenously, the exerts thus far today had made her very hungry and from the look in her eyes while she was stroking the Dragonian's cock..hungry in more ways than one. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 04:36:15</strong>
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				Gaist quickly got back on his feet as his mistress turned to leave the battle stained roadside. He collected his other sword and sheathed them both before he ran to catch up with her. He made sure to walk a few paces behind her out of respect. That and he wasn't sure where they were going. He assumed they would be returning to her camp, or whatever she had come from. The path leading into the woods was not an entirely pleasant one, he had to duck a few low branches here and there and step over a few bushes, not really being built for a forest environment.<br><br>Eventually he could smell fire and the other smells of a caravan not too far away in the distance. When the treeline broke he could rows of tents and wagons with supplies loaded on them and other dark elves as they went about their work. One particularly large tent caught his eye, and Erel'shri walked right into it. Not knowing if he was supposed to follow her or not, he took a guess and went in, pushing the curtain aside.<br><br>He had never seen such a lavish tent before. Large expensive looking pillows and a stack of furs and equally expensive silks, but what surprised him the most was the carpet laid out. The best you could ever expect to find in a tent of his tribe was a bunch of old dirty furs, a pile of hay and an old mammoth skin to walk on. Not wanting to ruin his mistress' fine flooring he stepped back outside and reached into his pack to remove some special leather cones for his talons, so that he didn't shred any of the sheets if he stayed at an inn or something.<br><br>With his feet properly guarded he walked back into the tent to find his mistress dressed, her hair smoothed out and sitting at a table eating. Unsure of what to do he simply stood there and took the contents of the tent in some more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malevolence</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 05:01:29</strong>
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				"Sit" she said curtly, "eat..." she tore of a piece of bread and dipped it in a sort of oil in which herbs floated, "you must be famished after the fight.."<br><br>She looked up at him and then down to his taloned feet, "Thank you for that. I appreciate your concern..this will be your home too and I am sure you do not want it messed up anymore than I do." She patted the pillows near her then stretched her hands back behind her and leaned back, her robe gaped open to reveal her exquisite body again, "So tell me about yourself Gaist, where do you come from what brought you here and what do I need to know about you?" <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 18:35:53</strong>
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				"My...home?" he pondered aloud. Home is where the heart is, and his heart was where the battles were. Before he had sworn his life to his Mistress he had no direction, no map of where to find them, but now, under her, he had a straight road to find them. She did say that there would many after all. So in essence his home was with her. "I'm home." he said. The thought brought a smile to his dragonian face and removed his swords from his waist and sat down cross legged on the pillow Erel'shri had patted, his swords laying next to him.<br><br>Gaist <em>was</em> starving! He always had an appetite after a good fight or a training bout, but it didn't help that he had skipped breakfast that day to conserve his food supply. Without any further prompting, he heartily dug in, able to eat most of it one bite. He was not disappointed in the meal, some of the food he had never seen before, some he had but never this good. The bread in particular was to die for. He had eaten bread on occasion, but never this fresh, it had always been a day or two old and by then hard and stale.<br><br>She caught his eye when she leaned back against the pillow, her robe spilling open to reveal her sensuous body again. Catching himself gawking at her, he went back to his meal, thinking thoughtfully before he answered her questions about him. "I hail from the eresian plains far to the east of here, and I am descended from the faithful, following the true path of the warrior and I am one of the sons of it's chieftain.&nbsp; What brought me to you, I am on journey to steel myself. I have trained constantly so that I might become a a warrior worthy of my name, but the time for training is passed. The only thing left for me is to experience war and battle as only they can teach me."<br><br>Reaching for another piece of food from the table and finding nothing, he turned to Erel'shri, "You should know that this will not be enough to fill me." he told her comically. "I am capable of using magic. You must have noticed the two charred bodies of one of your men yes? One was the result of the ofudas given to me when I departed. They are magical paper charms that hold hold a spell and release it at will. The other man I simply breathed fire on." he stopped there and picked up his no-dachi, "This blade is called the Murakumo. It is one of the famous great swords, forged by Muramasa himself, and it bestows great speed upon whoever wields it, as you have seen for yourself."<br><br>Putting the sword down again, he continued, "Most importantly, I have pledged my life to you and I am honor bound to uphold my word, even if it costs me my life. You may d with me as you wish." he said and bowed his head to her in reverence. He also winced as the movement caused the wounds on his abdomen to open up again, trails of blood slowly running down his stomach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malevolence</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 21:18:03</strong>
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				She spots the blood and immediately hops up, "Lay back, I will get your bandages." she moves off to a chest in a corner and opens it. She seems oblivious to her own blood that is soaking through her robe from her own wounds. She turns to walk back to him when she stumbles, the blood loss having caught up with her. Down onto her knees she goes, her dark eyes wide, "I..seem to weakened as well, Dragonian.." she leans forward, holding out the bandages to him, "Perhaps you should bind yourself whilst I see to my own wounds.."<br><br>She goes back on her heels and leans back to the chest to retrieve more bandages. It is clear she is in pain now that the rush of the fight&nbsp; and excitement of the moment is over. She moves with careful, easy movements, taking her time before she at last simply leans on the chest, drawing in slow, easy breaths to steady and fortify herself.<br><br>"Gaist, when you are done, you will see to my own wounds..." she whispers then falls to the side, unconscious, her robe now soaked with blood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 02:00:59</strong>
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				When she had handed Gaist the bandages he immediately started to remove the large red vest that he wore so that she could tend to him properly, surprised that his mistress would treat him so warmly. Never mind that she had only just met him, but he didn't think he would be much more than a slave to her kind. "Yes mistress." he said as he took the bandages from her and started to wrap them around his torso. He stopped just as quickly as he had started when she whispered her instructions to him and passed out over the chest.<br><br>His eyes went wide and shot himself over to her small form, cradling her bloody body, "Mistress! Mistress Erel'shri!" but she didn't respond. Adrenaline raced through him as the ripped laid her down and grabbed another roll of bandages and cleaning alcohol from the chest. He pulled her blood soaked robe off and patted up what he could to identify where she was bleeding from. Hastily he pouring the alcohol over the wounds on her shoulders, fearing for her life if he wasn't fast enough. <br><br>He sat her up against the chest and moved her arms that he could get at the wounds, wrapping the bandages around the wound over and over. When the first was properly covered, he wrapped the bandages around her torso above and underneath her ample bosom, before repeating the process with her other shoulder. When he was satisfied it was enough her tied the end shut and gently laid her down on one of the over sized pillows. Going over to the corner that held the pile of furs and silks he grabbed one of the furs and draped over her unconscious body.<br><br>The only thing he could do now was wait. "Devil take me if she dies." he said out loud as he watched over her. An offer he was going to keep. He didn't see to his own wounds, seeing little point in living if she died now. He would be the laughing stock of his clan, pledging his life to her only to have her die from the wounds he inflicted in the same day. He could never have lived with the shame, and so he only made to wipe up the blood seeping from him with the robe she wore, doubting she would care as it had already been ruined.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malevolence</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 04:15:14</strong>
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				She sighed and muttered about being stupid as she was tended. Through half-closed eyes, she looked up at Gaist, watching his frantic tending to her wounds and she could not help but smile a sort of..motherly smile. But then she realized her predicament, and the fact that this creature had only JUST pledged himself to her, he could also betray her any moment. <br><br>She opened her eyes after he laid her on the furs and watched him clean himself. A tentative hand reached up to touch her bandages as she spoke, "You did well, Dragonian." her tone was strong, but not curt or cold. <br>"Take that robe and burn it, after you bandage yourself. I will sleep now. Tomorrow we will discuss your role with me.."<br><br>She patted the pillows around her bed, "You may sleep here for tonight, until I am recovered, then you will be in my bed, pleasuring me as I see fit. But keep in mind..." she sat up on her elbows and looked at him, "I always sleep with one eye open and on alert. Try anything and you will dead before you hit the ground."<br><br>Then she laid back without another word, closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 05:20:55</strong>
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				Words failed to express how relieved Gaist was when his Mistress spoke to him, praising him even. He had been too focused on bandaging her wounds and stopping the bleeding to notice the smile she gave him, or that she was even awake to witness his treatment. <br><br>"Yes. Yes Mistress. Thank you." he said to her. She sleeps with one eye open? "Does that mean I don't have to stand guard tonight?" he thought to himself as a joke. If she had asked it he would stood guard for her. Not that he would have been much good. He had lost a decent amount of blood himself and was slightly fatigued from the day's happenings. <br><br>After giving himself a final pat down to cleanup the blood on his person, he padded over to the chest and used the cleaning alchohol on his own wounds. Hissing from the sting of the fluid as it cleaned the wounds he started wrapping the bandages around torso again, more calmly and organized this time. once he had finished he did the same for his leg as well, though he wasn't really concerned about it. It was only a minor cut in comparison to the one she had given him.<br><br>When he was properly treated he gathered the furs and laid one down for himself. Despite Erel'shri's warning he decided to take a gamble and laid a fur on top of her. It wouldn't do if she had caught a fever from not properly keeping warm. Finally he laid himself down on the sleeping fur and pulled a pillow over to rest his head and maw against. "It's certainly as soft and as comfortable as it looks." he though to himself as he drifted off to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malevolence</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 19:17:10</strong>
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				The night passed uneventfully, she did indeed sleep with one eye open, on alert, tensed..but she had never needed much sleep in any case. The morning found her feeling better, recovered a bit from her blood loss and she sat up on her elbows, watching the Dragonian sleep beside her by the very meager light of the rising sun that illuminated the tent.<br><br>She quirked her brow. He was an ugly creature, but there was a ruggedness about him that was appealing. His strength was great, his skill greater as evidenced by her dead men rotting outside. She leaned forward to run her hand between his legs. She had gotten a look at a massive bulge there yesterday and now, she tested it while he was sleeping. She smiled then, he was a big one. That will come in handy. Het tongue snaked out to lick at her lips before she sat up fully and crossed her naked legs under herself and sat waiting for him to rise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 22:12:05</strong>
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				Gaist slept soundly next to his Mistress, dreaming of where they would go and who they would fight as they traveled together. He also dreamed about bedding his new mistress as well, a stupid grin adorning his face as he slept.The fur he had pulled over himself was laying at his side, leaving his large form, clad only in his trousers, open for all to see. Especially the bulge at his crotch. His dreams only got more explicit when she reached between his legs to stroke his already swollen cock, chuckling a bit as her hand glided over it's girth.<br><br>Slowly he opened his eyes and was greeted to the sight of his naked Mistress sitting before him, though it took him a minute to clear his blurry vision. "Oh! Mistress!" he said groggily as he sat up onto his knees. "It seems that my first aid was in time. How do you feel? Does it hurt at all?" he asked her, his heavy tail swishing back and forth a bit from the excitement of seeing his Mistress awake.<br><br>His black slitted pupils regarded her naked form with respect and concern. In fact he was so concerned he had completely forgot about the morning wood poking out from his crotch as he regarded her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malevolence</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 23:08:37</strong>
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				"I am well, recovering. My wounds will heal.." she looked downwards, between his legs and smiled before she looked up into his eyes again, "And you Dragonian? Are you well?"<br><br>She sat up then, on her knees then rose gracefully to her feet to look down at him, "I hope you are well. Because your training is about to begin.."<br><br>She padded over to a large wooden chair and sat down before she draped her arms up over the back. She spread her legs wide, revealing her glistening sex, and then one finger hooked slowly, beckoning to him, "Come to me Gaist. Come to your Mistress, bow before her. Kiss her feet. Pledge yourself once more into her service..."<br><br>Her delicate, small feet rose up on the tips of the toes, elongating her legs, her calf muscles tensed enticingly and she smiled a small, bewitching smile as she waited for him to comply..
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 06:49:12</strong>
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				"I am Mistress. It would seem you lost more blood than I did despite my deeper wounds. I am ready for any training you have for me." he informed her, eager to begin whatever she had in mind for his first lesson. A quick glance to the empty table told, and he surmised that he would only be getting breakfast until after he had earned it. He doubted she had eaten as well, she wasn't even dressed yet.<br><br>His brows rose when she beckoned him over to her with a long, slender finger, crawling over to where she sat. Moving onto one knee before her in much the same way he had done the day before, except he held his fist closed and planted on the floor. He bowed his torso and his head to his dark mistress. "I, Gaist Ironstone of the Faithful Dragonian clan, pledge to devote myself and my blades in service to you, for as long as I shall live. My life is yours, Mistress." he swore again to her. <br><br>With his pledge recited to her, he moved onto his hands and knees and lowered his maw to her feet, planting a kiss on her right foot and then her left foot. It would have shamed most any warrior to do such a thing. But Gaist had pledged his life to her, knowing she would look down on him in likelihood and saw little point in trying to fight that. And she was his mistress, in teaching and in service. He was far from being her equal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malevolence</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 02:03:02</strong>
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				Erel'shri looked down at Gaist with her dark, hooded eyes. She watched his every move with an almost clinical gaze, examining him, watching for how he handled her orders. His maw felt..odd..as he kissed her feet and she wondered to herself how sex with with a Dragonian will feel..how sex with a creature of his size and..appearance will feel. He was not her usual sort of bedmate and there would be much adjustment she was sure, but despite his ugliness, she was eager to feel it..feel him...<br><br>But there was time for that. Time for all of that, once he was used to how things would go with her. She slowly pulled her feet back and tucked them under herself on the chair. <br><br>"You seemed surprised at how I have treated you thus far. You must have heard of how we Drow are toward others. I will tell you that are NOT my equal, do not ever think that, but I am not so hard-hearted that I treat my servants as animals. Do you understand this, Dragonian?"<br><br>She looked down at him again and stood up, hovering over him in thought if not actually physically given her stature compared to his. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 04:01:50</strong>
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				Gaist raised himself back up to a kneeling after had kissed her small feet, charcoal feet but he didn't dare raise his head to look at her until she ordered him, or gave him approval to do so. He also kept his gaze lowered and locked to her feet as well in case she was able to see where he was looking. It was hard to tell when you were almost as tall as the person you were kneeling to, even when you kneeled before them.<br><br>He had had a few human lovers before, but none as beautiful as her.He had a fascination with their skin, being so different from his scales. Both felt smooth, but they were each a different kind of smooth. Theirs was more like silk whereas he was told his skin was more like a fine polished leather.<br><br>Gaist had already known where he stood in the relationship when Erel'shri got up and told him he was not her equal. But he was relieved to hear that she did not have the cold and hardened disposition he was told most drow women have when dealing with their men. At least he wouldn't be outright treated like a dog or a slave while serving her. <br><br>"Yes. Yes Mistress I understand. Thank you. Please take good care of me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malevolence</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 15:56:26</strong>
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				I am hungry and there are the bodies of my worthless men for you to deal with. Go clean them up, set them to burn far enough away and downwind so that their weakness does not taint the air in this place and I will set out the food for the morning. After we are fed, we will discuss our journey and where to go next. <br><br>She looked back at Gaist, over her shoulder, "I am a wanderer. Seeking treasure and adventure, Dragonian. I go where the wind takes me or my whims point..now get to your work and be quick about it."<br><br>She padded off to her wardrobe case and opened to pull out a rather skimpy leather ensemble and began to don it, covering her sex and breasts, but leaving little to the imagination.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 16:15:17</strong>
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				"Yes Mistress." he said and rose back up to his feet. It was comical how much he dwarfed the dark elf in size, not only in height but in physique as well. He gathered up his damaged vest and put it on, the tears in the flaps caused it to flutter it he moved too quickly. "I'll have to mend this later on or find something new to wear." he thought to himself as he tied his belt around his waist. <br><br>Gaist the type of Dragonian who always needed to eat breakfast first thing in the morning, so he quickly set out to do what he had to. Once he was out of the tent he removed the leather pads on his talons and took off towards the site of the battle at a run. <br><br>He certainly had his work cut out for him. If he had known he would have to clean up this mess he would have tried to kill them a bit more cleanly. But where was he going to burn them? Erel'shri had told him to do it downwind but he couldn't really feel one...<br><br>Fortunately he spied a large hill not too far away from his location, he'd burn them behind there! Picking up two bodies in each arm he set about his task, making four trips in total. He did need to collect their heads after all and the one he split down the middle. Arranging them into a neat pile on top of each other he said a prayer, reared his head and let loose with his fiery breath. "Rest in peace warriors." he said before turning back to their former camp. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malevolence</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 20:59:11</strong>
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				Erel'shri finished dressing after the Dragonian had moved off to his task and pulled a comb through her white, disheveled hair. She adjusted her leather dress and tied off her long ponytail with a simple beaded leather strap. After she was satisfied with her appearance, she set to putting out the breakfast food. Bread, fruit and some Drow-made cheese was put on the low table and a jug of her second finest mead. <br><br>She turned and straightened out the furs and blankets they had slept on then settled in to wait on Gaist. She stretched out her long, shapely legs and wiggled her toes childishly as her mind wandered to the days...and nights to come. She knew she was desirable, she knew the Dragonian wanted her, but he would wait. She would make him wait, make him wait to see how he handled it. <br><br>At least she heard him approach and she sat up and turned to watch him enter the tent, "Sit, Gaist and you will tell me where you think our journey should take us next..." she pushed a plate toward him and nodded, "eat.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 22:20:21</strong>
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				Gaist quickly put the pads back back on his talons and opened the flaps to the tent, greeted by the intoxicating smell of food. His mistress was fully dressed and sat waiting for his return, her hair combed and fully dressed for a change. Not that it made much difference seeing as you could still see so much of her, and she was still just as intoxicating fully dressed.<br><br>Gaist was beaming with joy as he sat down in a cross legged position. He happily took the plate and began eating, taking small bites of the strange drow cheeses that were on it, as well as the fruits he had never seen before. None of them seemed to taste all that bad but he was still unfamiliar with them which made eating one a surprise in itself.<br><br>He looked puzzled when Erel'shri asked him where he thought they should go next. "Oh Mistress I have no idea! My plan, if you could call it that, was simply to travel westward. I did not have a destination in mind, save for a few vague ideas." he confessed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malevolence</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 19:17:32</strong>
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				Erel'shri settled down at the table with Gaist and stretched her long legs out, "We will go westward then. Wherever the road takes us."<br><br>Just as she spoke, voices were heard outside.."There are my other servants, return from the hunt." she reached out and pet Gaist's head, "You will have meat now, Dragonian..I am sure you will enjoy that." <br><br>She then stood up and headed for the door, tearing at a piece of bread in her hand with her teeth as she stepped outside to greet her returning people.<br><br>"As you can see..." she gestured around, "You comrades are gone .Dead. They were weak and dispatched by a warrior who is now in my service.." she gestured back to the tent, "Gaist. Show yourself. Show yourself to those you will be serving alongside.." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 22:23:51</strong>
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				Gaist was a bit alarmed when he heard voices outside but calmed himself when Erel'shri identified them as her servants. Gaist though it was strange that there were so many tents outside. Surely the men he killed didn't warrant all of them? From what he had heard of the drow it would've been unlikely that each as was given his own tent, unless it was a woman of course. <br><br>The mention of a hunt certainly caught his interest. Hunting means animals, and animals mean meat! The comical manner in which the drowess reached out to pet the over sized brute on his head like a pet was certainly appropriate, given how his golden eyes lit up and his tail swished excitedly behind him. Fresh meat! There was nothing better for an empty stomach! Gaist's only reply to was to lick his lips in anticipation of his meal.<br><br>He finished the last piece of food left on the plate and hastily got up to follow Erel'shri, but stopped when she exited the tent without him. She seemed to tolerate his presence well enough but what about her men? Even if they were second class citizens that still made them better than an outsider and it was more than likely they would take umbrage to an outsider bedding their superior rather than one of her own.<br><br>Bendign down to pick up his swords and replace them in his belt he opened the flap of the tent and stepped out to meet his new "allies". He was certainly as sight to behold, appearing as a giant amongst a throng of toddlers. "Hail and well met, my comrades. My name is Gaist Ironstone. Please take good care of me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malevolence</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 02:28:53</strong>
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				Erel'shri's servants looked..startled..to put it mildly. The Drowess herself stood to the side, arms crossed, which pushed her ample breasts upwards, straining against her leather gown. There were five servants in total, all men, all who seemed cowed by the presence of the Dragonian and confused as to his presence there amongst them..and in their Mistresses tent.<br><br>"This, as he said, is Gaist. He is mine now. I bested him in battle after he dispatched your worthless comrades..including my lover. He will be serving me closely and you will treat him with respect and as one of your own."<br><br>The servants all hesitantly nodded and bowed then moved forward to greet Gaist and introduce themselves. The five men smelled of earth and the forest and hunting, the blood of the prey still dotted their clothing. They all began to instruct Gaist on how their Mistress liked things done, how she expected things to be run and other pertinent, important facts- all set to keep them and him out of trouble. Or did they? There was a look in the male Drow's eyes of malicious mischief as they spoke to the Dragonian..<br><br>"...and she adores feckleberries. They grow wild around here, Gaist. If you REALLY want on her good side, gather some and bake them into her meat pie. They give it a nice tang, an earthy flavor that she goes insane for.." <br><br>The helpful Drow point out the feckleberry bushes and put their fingers to their lips, "We won't say a word, she loves a good surprise..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 18:14:04</strong>
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				Gaist listened intently as the drow filled him on what his duties would be under the dark lady. Since he was the one killed her bodyguards, his main duty would be to guard and protect her in their absence. That and pleasure her whenever she wanted him to. Not that he needed them to tell him that, she had made her intentions toward him quite clear before she fell asleep yesterday. Given the importance of guarding their mistress, his other tasks were few. He would be responsible for the heavy lifting, carrying water, loading supplies, and other such things that required a great deal of muscle. Nothing that he wasn't used to.<br><br>The drow had been very helpful in getting him situated into his new role. Too helpful. He expected them to follow Erel'shri's orders, and they had, but he highly doubted that drow would be so helpful and friendly to an outsider like him. It would be a great source of amusement and and gratification to see him fall under the wrath of their mistress, of that he was sure. He had to be careful of what he digested from them, especially when they gave advice on getting on Erel'shri's good side.<br><br>As he pondered the conundrum of how to deal with the drow and their "advice", he was turning the rest of his breakfast on a spit. A good sized boar had been one of their catches during their hunt, and he loved a well cooked piece of pork. The drow were curign the meat and tending to their other duties, leaving him alone to his imminent meal and his thoughts. "Feckleberries, hmph!" he had once eaten feckleberries and he would never forget the horrors they put his stomach through. Perhpas they simply didn't agree with his anatomy, or perhaps it was only for dragonians, but if it was he certainly didn't see any of them on his Mistress' plate yesterday or this morning!<br><br>He scratched his head thinking about how he could fix things. As it stood, they didn't trust him and he didn't them either. There had to be a way for him to earn their favor though...<br><br>Gaist continued to think about his predicament and before long the meat was cooked to perfection and ready to eat. Grabbing a large plate and a knife and fork he started to carve up the large boar in sections, placing the pieces on the plate. When he was done he picked out the choice pieces and happily started digging in.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malevolence</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 04:27:41</strong>
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				Erel'shri stood in her tent, looking out over the camp through a thin gap in the curtains that covered her doorway. Her eyes slid from her fellow Drow going about their chores and duties to the woods and other equipages that sat nearby to finally come to rest on her newest conquest. She crossed her arms over her ample chest and her fingers drummed lightly on her skin, making almost inaudible tap-taps as she watched him. <br><br>"The Dragonian are curious, ugly creatures.." she thought idly, then tilted her head as her eyes slid over his reptilian-like form. He had an..allure..to him. His body was strong, that appealed to her. His manners were cordial, deferential- now that she had bested him in battle and that too held a sort of appeal. She had never had a Dragonian in her bed and she wondered with a sort of morbid curiosity how it will feel. She had no doubts that she would bed him. Eventually. The time was drawing near. It had been awhile since she had laid with a man- at least a week, and to her that was an eternity. But she had concerns. He was stronger, there was no doubt in this and he was so..large. Was all of him to be that large? She smiled then. A smile that was almost shyly girlish as she imagined how large he will be. But then her better sense kicked in and she wondered if once in that vulnerable of a state, would he break her? Could be turn on her? And more practically..could she be bred by him? That thought sickened her. She would have to take precautions and look to the moons and stars for just the right time. <br><br>She turned to a small book she kept and carefully counted out the days of her cycle with an intense look upon her lovely, pale face. Again that smile dawn on her lips, this time a wickedness tainted it, carried deep in her eyes. The time was perfect. The stars and moons were aligned. She looked to her furs and bedding then parted the curtains to call out, "Gaist! When you are finished with your meal, report to me. I have much for you to do.."<br><br>She let the cloth drop in place again before he answered and made her way to her small, portable desk in the corner of the tent to settle into her chair and wait on the Dragonian to appear...<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 05:05:10</strong>
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				Gaist startled a bit when he heard his mistress call out to him from her tent, thinking perhaps that he had eaten more than she would have liked him to. The plate he had placed the carved up boar on had considerably less on it than when he had started. The total boar was a meal and a half for him but perhaps an entire days worth for her and her men. Possibly more. But surely she already knew that he would eat more; that he had to eat more than the others?<br><br>"Yes Mistress!" he called out after swallowing the piece he had in his mouth. Whatever the reason for his summons he finished what was left on his plate and took a few more pieces from the main plate, although he ate them much more quickly than the rest of his meal. She said to come when he was finished but that didn't mean he had all day to eat. He did that once with his mother and he still remembers the all the bumps on his head for it.<br><br>Licking his clawed fingers clean of any pieces he set the plate down next to the plateful of boar. Getting up he turned to the drow who were still working some ways off, "Have as much as you like my friends! The boar is cooked to perfection!" he called out to them. Even if they didn't like him they did catch and kill the beast, which meant they were more than entitled to join in the feast.<br><br>Walking over to Erel'shri's tent he wiped his vest off and checked to make sure the leather studs were still on his ebony talons before walking in. He was still nervous that he had eaten too much, but his hid that fact as best he could. Warriors never show fear! Besides, she had even said so herself that she wasn't so harsh with her subordinates. He took that to heart and stepped through the flaps of the tent, "How may I serve you Mistress?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malevolence</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 20:26:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She pointed around at the tent as Gaist entered, "I wish the bedding to be air. I want the furs beaten and hung over tree limbs in the sun. I want this done to the carpets as well. I want the cushions plumped and the water bottles filled. The coffers that contain fruits and vegetables must be filled and get the cooks to prepare my special bread. They will know what you mean."<br><br>Erel'shri finally turned to look at the Dragonian, "I want you to fix yourself a pallet in the corner, but most nights you will sleep beside me. I have decided that tonight will be the first where you pleasure me. The moons in my cycle are right."<br><br>She gave Gaist a small smile and turned back to her journals, "Get to work and do it quietly. I have much accounting to do before tonight."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 21:56:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gaist was relieved to see he had not earned his Mistress's ire from his long meal. The tasks she had laid for him, for the most part, were nothing out of the ordinary for a nomad such as he. Furs and mats got dirty no matter who or where they were used and filling food coffers and water bottles was no difficult concept either. He wasn't quite sure how to plump cushions but he figured he could ask his new comrades for help in that matter. And the bread was somebody else's job entirely.<br><br>Gaist was a bit confused at first when she said that the moons were right. "What does the moon have to do with..." he thought to himself. And then it clicked: She was timing it so as not to become heavy with child. He could see why she would be concerned. For a drow to bear the child of a lesser race would be most humiliating and shameful indeed. However her fears were for naught. To successfully mate with him required the help of one of the shamans of his clan, but he would tell her that little fact later. "Yes mistress."<br><br>And with that he took to his task. He rolled up the furs and the carpets and placed them outside the tent. Once they were all out and in a pile he threw them over his shoulder and found a good spot to hang them, in the sun as she had instructed, and turned around to beat them with his heavy tail. After an hour or two he had them all beaten clean and was ready to go on about his other tasks. <br><br>By the time he was done it was almost sunset and he could smell the bread as it baked. All he had left to do was to return the furs and carpets and make a pallet for himself. He was looking forward to bedding Erel'shri. In fact he was almost beaming. Not that you could see it in his face, but by the way his tail swished back and forth excitedly. As the sun began to dip beneath the horizon he was joined by the rest of her subordinates who had brought wood for a fire to cook their dinner.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malevolence</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 03:17:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erel'shri remained in her tent for the day. She had much accounting and journaling to catch up on and as the sun began to set, her servants came in and set her table for her evening meal. She ate heartily, wanting to build up her strength for the evening ahead of her. After her dinner was finished, she bathed. A long, slow bath where she annointed herself with perfumes and oils and brushed out her long, white hair until it crackled and glistened brilliantly. <br><br>Eventually she arranged herself on the furs and blankets. She stretched out wearing a diaphanous gown of sheer, soft, silky fabric and awaited her Dragonian. She was throbbing with anticipation, excited for this unknown experience, but she feigned a careless expression..it would never do to tip her hand. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Dark Elf's Compensation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryujin</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 03:58:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dinner around the fire was rather quite. Not much more than a sentence or two passing between the drow and Gaist. Perhaps it was merely due to his presence, or perhaps the drow simply did not care for small talk. It was worlds apart from what the dragonian was used to. As good as the food was, the silence was very unsettling and he wondered if he should try to initiate a conversation himself. He had made inquiries about the food, how it was prepared, what it was and such but their answers were so short and succinct he decided against it.<br><br>Gaist turned his gaze skyward for a moment, admiring the view of the two moons that hung in the sky, surrounded by the twinkling stars. It was a rather beautiful night with a good breeze. The plains themselves were not much to look at, so the people who chose live on them tended to look at the night sky and Gaist was no exception. The wind changed and he caught a whiff of something sweet and perfumey and remembered Erel'shri had said tonight would be the night he pleasured her.<br><br>Wiping his maw and taking a drink of water to wash his food down he set his plate and silverware down, "Thank you for the meal. I will turn in for the night. Sleep well my comrades." he said and turned towards his mistress' tent. <br><br>To say that Gaist was excited would be an understatement. He had wanted to have a taste of the dark elf's body the moment he laid his eyes upon her naked form and now he would get his chance! He checked to make sure that he still wore the leather pads on his talons and shook the stupid grin off of his face before he entered Erel'shri's tent.<br><br>He pushed the flaps of the tent open and was greeted to the sight of the dark elf in a sheer, see through gown and the sweet smell of a sensual perfume. His maw fell open as he stared at the practically naked woman before him, beckoning for him to come to her without having to lift a finger. His cock was already half erect, and bulging against his trousers, easily seen from her view on the floor.<br><br>Regaining his composure, his closed his maw and stepped fully into their tent. "I take it my Mistress is ready for me?" he asked, already knowing the answer, untying his belt before he even finished the question.
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