Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)
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				Title: <strong>Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 00:50:51</strong>
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				Andariel sat on her throne, deep in the catacombs of the monastery of the Sisterhood of the Sightless Eye.&nbsp; It amused her greatly that she had taken the monastery for her home, given that so many of the sisters, the rogues had plagued her lord and master, Diablo, when he was breaking free in Tristram.&nbsp; When he had finally broken free and passed through the wilderness into the lands of Aranoch.&nbsp; He had charged her, Andariel the Maiden of Anguish, to take the monastery and close the pass that none might follow him.<br><br>And Andariel, granddaughter of Lilith and Mephisto had taken up the task gladly.&nbsp; She had found it easy enough to corrupt the rogues, especially those who had fought in Tristram and among them she found a loyal lieutenant in Blood Raven.&nbsp; Her forces had driven the remnant of the rogues out of their fastness in the Tamoe highlands and down to a ragged encampment in the wilderness.&nbsp; Every now and then, a hero came to aid the rogues but Andariel was confident, for she knew, as the granddaughter of the first succubus, that she could subvert or corrupt any hero.&nbsp; Indeed, she had trained her rogues well, that they too were formidable indeed when playing on the desires of those who ended up in their clutches.<br><br>Indeed, the campaign was going well...
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				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 12:51:20</strong>
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				Zindel Waver, Knight of the Zakarum, hefted his mace uneasily as he gazed into the darkening woods. It'd been a disheartening week, all right; Oh, he'd set off from the East resolutely enough, heartened by his holy mission, all pomp and paegantry. The fat, corrupt old men who'd called themselves the Council had chosen him 'specifically', they'd said. He had 'tremendous native ability', they'd said, and that 'the Light of Order' would be with him...They'd said, again. <br><br>It was meant to be a simple mission, just find out and re-establish communication with the Monastery of the Sightless Eye. Zindel had not, under any circumstances, expected to be walking into a warzone. He'd been forced to deal with spiky, spiny beasts, roving undead, and the ubiqutuous goat-men (All of which, he'd been tremendously satisfied to note, had gone down to several sword-thrusts and the odd shield-bash.), with the only hope of reinforcement being that tiny Encampment of dead-eyed war veterans and uptight nuns. <em>Not</em> his idea of a good time.<br><br>All his own fault, he'd supposed. He'd never been a particularly devout indiviual- Workmanlike, that was the word for him, following orders without any spirit or zeal. He hadn't even had the *build* for a paladin; Muscular, sure, but wiry and gaunt, instead of bulging with strength like the others. In his current situation, he had no way of sending back any messages- Any that would reach in *time*, of course- No chance of a phanlax of his brothers, and having to scrounge supplies as he'd gone along.<br><br>Still, he'd tried his best. He'd stormed into those wretched little Fallen, penned them in their Den, and, basically, exterminated them in several hours of slaughter he couldn't quite forget. That explained the mace he'd retrieved, the patchwork, mismatched helm and armor...Everything, basically. If only those self-righteous, self-important thugs could see him now-<br><br>It was dark, and he was getting lost. Uneasily, Zindel turned and turned again, his blue eyes flitting from tree to tree. He'd heard laughter; Mocking, feminine laughter, echoing from the woods, luring him deeper and deeper, occasionally glimpsing motion at the corner of his vision...But nothing. He'd seen nothing. An unpleasant thought dawned- What *else* was lurking in this foul place? Where *was* he, exactly? The Den was...over there...And he was...over here...<br><br>Uh-oh. Nervous now, the benighted paladin kept walking, acutely aware of how loud his armor was, how each step made him jingle like an entire armory...For all the good it would do, he muttered the Catcheism of Abjuration under his breath- Not that he'd taken it seriously, anyway. Utterly confused, he set off, with only the unwisely chosen light of his glowing shield lighting the way...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 19:04:44</strong>
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				Skourra couldn't help but laugh as she watched the "mighty paladin" slay the mob of Fallen.&nbsp; She heard the tiny demons call out to their lord, Rakanishu, to no avail; evidently the demon lord had better things to do than watch his minions die.&nbsp; Skourra could remember her own quests to rid the land of these tiny fiends that infested the area.&nbsp; With bow and lance she had slain many of them, but that was before.&nbsp; Before the coming of Andariel to the Monastery of the Sightless Eye, before she had fought with her sisters to try and stem the influx of unholy things and before she had been captured and taken before Andariel.<br><br>She still, even now, couldn't remember that night she had spent in Andariel's bed without a tingling warmth at the junction of her thighs.&nbsp; Oh, she had cried hot tears of shame, at first, at what the demoness was doing to her and then later, she had cried out in ecstasy.&nbsp; After that point she had been a willing participant in the night's excesses and, in the morning, had left Andariel's chambers dressed in black leather rather than the red of her former holy calling.&nbsp; She, and other rogues corrupted by Andariel, had fought her sisters and driven them from the monastery.&nbsp; Any sister she caught had been offered the choice: submit to "Andariel's blessing" or die. It was a testament to Skourra's persuasiveness that many of the rogues captured chose not to die and submitted instead.&nbsp; Indeed, Andariel had been pleased with her and trained Skourra in the arts of a succubus, the better that she might corrupt future foes and win them to Andariel's service.<br><br>This paladin, Skourra thought, would be an ideal subject for her newly gained skills.&nbsp; She signalled to five of her squad to engage the champion.&nbsp; As they swiftly bore down in the armoured paladin, she swept a strand of her ebony hair from her eyes and stood, the better to watch, the pale moonlight made her alabaster skin seem to glow and her lips curled into a cruel smile as she watched the battle begin.
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				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 02:12:54</strong>
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				Zindel didn't even hear them coming. <br><br>The first sign- The very first- he had of the attack was a well-placed arrow in the back of his leg. He yelped at the sharp flare of pain, staggering forward, swinging around to behold his attackers...<br><br>-And he was so stunned by what he'd seen, he didn't quite respond fast enough. He was under attack by *Rogues*- The former Sisters of the Sightless Eye. It had to be them; But he barely recognized the women, at first glance; All black leather and glinting steel, their figure-hugging leather armor revealed the signs of their new devotions.&nbsp; Horns, forked tongues, hands curling into taloned claws. Their skin had dulled to a strange, velvety grey- Faded, almost, with an unhealthy pallor.<br><br>Yet the greatest change of all was the atmosphere that surrounded them; In contrast to the well-drilled, disciplined Rogues, there was a disturbing sensuality to these Corrupted Sisters, one that adds a new sway to their step and a glint to the eye. They closed in on him, five of them, armed with short recurve bows and spears, darting from shadow to shadow as Zindel spun, trying to keep them all in his field of vision; Again, mocking feminine laughter resounded, as the paladin stood his ground, swinging his mace in warning swipes, his shield raised...
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				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 22:27:07</strong>
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				Skourra smiled wickedly, as she watched the noble paladin fight the five rogues she had sent against him.&nbsp; She analysed his actions and his strategy and, with the keen sight of an archer, she studied his face.&nbsp; He had responded efficiently to the shock of the attack, only taking the one wound.&nbsp; He fended of the arrows aimed at him with his shield and dealt crushing blows with his mace so deftly that Skourra had to admire his skill.&nbsp; He was mighty, though he did not conform to the normal paladin stereotype.&nbsp; He lacked the impressive musculature and almost radiant zeal that others of his kind displayed.<br><br>Skourra noted, with interest, the way that the paladin watched the last of the party she had sent against him approach.&nbsp; Was that a more than tactical interest he displayed?&nbsp; This was interesting; this was exploitable.&nbsp; The noble paladin was not as noble as he appeared.&nbsp; He could, by degrees, be corrupted, perhaps.&nbsp; And if this was so, then...<br><br>The end of the knight's skirmish with the party interrupted Skourra's train of thought and she issued orders to another ten of her squad to move in and engage him.&nbsp; He was good, yes, but not infallible.&nbsp; The fact he had suffered one wound meant that he could be distracted and there was little more distracting than the particular rogues she had sent against him.&nbsp; They had been among the most enthusiastic- after Skourra herself- in rejecting their former order's monastic regimen.&nbsp; Even in the heat of battle they exuded a primal, dark sexuality.<br><br>If what she suspected was true, the paladin's attention would well and truly be focussed on his attackers.&nbsp; Signalling to the last four of her squad, Skourra slowly and carefully led them to approach the warrior from the rear.&nbsp; With luck, she would be able to knock him out and take him alive.&nbsp; If that happened, then truly things would get most interesting.
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				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 00:23:43</strong>
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				"Courage and honor!" Zindel roared, rushing forward to meet his attackers- Or limping, rather, his own buckled armor hampering his motion. He swung furiously at the nearest Rogue- A dark-eyed, raven-haired beauty, her lithe form curving invitingly against her revealing armor, her soft...<br><br>He shook his head, trying to clear the unworthy thoughts from his mind. He was distracted, certainly, not entirely focused on the fight; The gleam of sweat of glistening flesh, the press of perfect breasts, the...the...<br><br>The Rogue darted back, laughing softly as his blow whistled back. Another volley of arrows darted at him; This time, though, he was ready, and flames flared around him, searing them to nothing. With a surge of motion, Zindel took one, two, three steps forward, slamming into her hard, his shield bashing into the corrupted Sister's ribs, hurling her aside-<br><br>Then there was a sudden flurry of motion, and *more* of them erupted from the treeline, rushing toward him, armed with bucklers and javelins. Zindel swore under his breath, trying to look in every direction at once, turning away from the dazed Sister to face the new threat...<br><br>He should not have looked away. The javelin jabbed shallowly into his shoulder- Just a graze, but enough. Lightning flared, in a leaping, enerverating jolt of power; His limbs locked, body spasming as webs of electric discharge flickered across his form. "Damn it," Zindel gasped, forced the words out as his throat seized up, "To He-"<br><br>Then the soft ground rushed up to meet him, and he was still. 
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				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 00:47:19</strong>
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				Skourra looked down at the fallen paladin and use her foot to turn him over onto his back.&nbsp; He was, to her eye, well made; corrupting him would most definitely be a pleasure.&nbsp; She gave the order and six of her sisters lifted the knight's unconscious body.&nbsp; They carried him to an abandoned cabin nearby and swiftly removed his armour.&nbsp; While this was going on, Skourra light the fire in the grate and set two candles above the bed.&nbsp; Then she sent her sisters out, to stand the perimeter and ensure they would not be disturbed.<br><br>When the knight groggily regained his consciousness, it was to find himself stripped naked and tied at by leather bonds to the cabin's bed by wrist and ankle.&nbsp; The room was dark, unlit save for the glow from the fire and the candles.&nbsp; In there flickering light he could see a dark haired woman leaning over him.&nbsp; Her skin held the pallor of the other rogues and her long hair was as a stark contrast in its blackness.<br><br>He gasped as he saw her, though it was not the sensual beauty of her face that drew the sudden intake of breath.&nbsp; Nor was it the firm swell of her breasts that seemed to be only barely contained by her black leather tunic.&nbsp; No it was the feel of her hands on his skin that had startled the gasp from his lips.&nbsp; For as soon as Skourra saw the knight awaken, she set to work.&nbsp; Saying not a word, she poured some hot oil onto her hands and began to massage the bound warrior's chest.
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				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 13:28:48</strong>
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				The knight shivered, despite the sweat-warmth of the cabin, as the Corrupted Rogue's nimble fingers worked the oil into his flesh; His skin felt curiously raw, exposed, shorn of the armor he wore like a second skin- With a start, he realised he *was* naked, completely naked, his hands and feet lashed to...to...<br><br>Zindel grunted, testing his bonds, straining against the cords that bound him- Then sagged, gasping from the effort. No give. None at all. They'd done their work well, his captors- <br><br>That thought sliced through the aching fog that dulled his mind, like a sword into flesh; Turning to face his enemies. The shocking, enerverating pain of the stunning jolt. Then, oblivion...Shame, tinged with rage, flushed color from his face; They'd caught him. Captured him, for whatever foul purpose crossed their minds. There would be a quick death, if he was fortunate; Or pain, *then* death if he was-<br><br>The paladin gasped again, as strong fingers caressed his chest, stroking and working; He tilted his head back, glimpsing the lithe figure of a Corrupted Rogue, the corpse-pallor of her pale face limned by the jet-black of her long, bound hair...Dimly, he remembered this one, a glimpse of a face through the trees, an echo of a commanding voice shouting orders...So why here? Why now? Almost against his will, Zindel shuddered, as her soft hands continued to touch and massage, cool against his own flesh- His eyes couldn't help but travel to the swelling fullness of her breasts, accentuated by the cut of her leather armor...<br><br>"What-" Zindel began, his voice husky- The heat, he told himself, averting his gaze- "What do you want with me, spawn of Evil?" He tugged again at his bonds, muscles rippling beneath his flesh as he tried to wrench himself free...Again to now avail.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 22:56:14</strong>
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				"Shhh," Skourra whispered, sliding her fingers over his chest and making a special effort to ease the oil around his nipples.&nbsp; She knew, from experience, that the euphoric in the oil was swiftly absorbed by the skin there.&nbsp; Her fingers probed into his muscles, loosening the knots of tension created by his exertions.&nbsp; "Don't strain, pet, you'll just tense up all again."&nbsp; She smiled a knowing smile, to see the way he gazed at her breasts.&nbsp; She eased her hands round and down his flanks to his hips, leaning forwards and gifting him with an eyeful of her cleavage.<br><br>"All I want, pet, is your pleasure," she sighed, her voice soft and full of the promise of pleasures to come.&nbsp; She ran her hands down the outside of his thighs to his knees. Then, she walked around to the end of the bed and knelt on it between his ankles.&nbsp; She pushed her hands up, oiling his inner thighs.&nbsp; As she neared the top of his thighs, she pushed her hands wide and back up his chest to his shoulders, giving him an even better view of what she was offering.&nbsp; She looked up and captured his eyes with hers and once more that lascivious smile.<br><br>"So tell me, Sir Knight, have you ever been with a woman, or does your order prevent you from such delights?"
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				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 01:55:32</strong>
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				<br>Slowly, Zindel felt his body ease into the Rogue's sensual massage, the scented oil sending a pleasant pulse of warmth through his form; Her soft, sultry voice made him shudder, even as her hands slipped lower- Across his hips, then his thighs- Then, suddenly, back to his shoulders again, cool touch flickering across his skin. Her wine-dark lips curved into a knowing smile, those eyes- Like pits into oblivion- boring into his own.<br><br>She knew. She knew what he'd been looking at, and she arched back, almost thrusting her full bosom at him, swelling burstingly against the cut of her leather tunic, the pale flesh rippling magnificently.<br><br>"So tell me, Sir Knight, have you ever been with a woman, or does your order prevent you from such delights?"<br><br>He had. Not officially, of course, for the Order frowned on such things; But he was a young man, not one of the scowling old men of the council, and so...A maid in the scholam, a dusky sorceress eager to thank her heroic rescuer...The paladin felt himself start to stir, shifting uncomfortably against his bonds- The memories were too close at hand. Even now, he could feel his breath quicken, his heart beat faster...Poison, he thought, dimly. That oil-<br><br>"I have-" Zindel murmured, watching the way her form moved, dappled by the firelight; Then, realising what he'd just said, his mouth snapped shut, face hardening into the classic, stern mask of the paladin. He was going to die, but with dignity. He could not...would not...believe in any other outcome, other than the cruel taunts of his captor...<br><br>-Or so he told himself.
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				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 21:32:29</strong>
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				Skourra laughed as she leaned back, to rest kneeling between the paladin's thighs, the fingers raking teasingly down his chest.&nbsp; The sound of it was melodious and thrillingly sinister.&nbsp; She reached out to her right and lifted the oil bottle, pouring some of the fragrant oil into her cupped left hand.<br><br>"So, not so pure after all, Sir Knight," she stated as she returned the bottle to its stand and started the rub both of her hands together so that she could apply the fluid to yet more of his defenceless body.&nbsp; "I know what you're thinking, Sir Knight," she said as she started to work the oil into his inner thighs, her clever fingers seeking the little nerve cluster near the top that acted almost like a switch with most men.<br><br>"You're thinking that you won't leave this cabin alive," she said, "and you may well be right."&nbsp; When she saw that her fingers had indeed triggered the desired response, she slid her oily fingertips up and around the sides of his genitals, careful not to touch them at all, instead rubbing oil into the thatch of hair above them.&nbsp; Then her fingers slid back to his inner thighs and down, beneath.<br><br>"But what might happen doesn't matter, Sir Knight," she crooned.&nbsp; "All that matters is the here and now.&nbsp; All that matters is what is about to happen between you and me."&nbsp; Her oiled fingers slid between his buttocks and then back, sliding up to press on the skin beneath his ball-sac, pushing on his prostate, pressing another switch.&nbsp; "And your body knows that," she said, breathing in to make her chest swell magnificently and looking down at his growing tumescence.&nbsp; "Even if your mind says otherwise."<br><br>"So tell me," she said, withdrawing her hands and sliding them up her own body.&nbsp; "What's so wrong with pleasure?"&nbsp; She deftly undid the fastenings of her corset-like tunic and threw it aside, using the oil to anoint her breasts, moaning a little as she played with herself before him.&nbsp; "We all enjoy pleasure, you know, we always have, right from that first time."&nbsp; He voice was breathy as she undulated before him.<br><br>She rubbed her oily hands around his groin, still avoiding his swelling manhood and she looked him straight in the eye.&nbsp; "I'll not touch that, pet, not unless you ask me to."&nbsp; She licked her lips and laughed again.&nbsp; "It would be too bad if you were to die without getting rid of all of that pent up lust inside you.&nbsp; I can see it there in your eyes."&nbsp; Her hands returned to her own body, one of them playing with her breasts and the other snaking down and into her breeches.&nbsp; "But it's up to you, to accept the pleasure I offer and live or die, frustrated."
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				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 10:40:51</strong>
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				His eyes going wide, Zindel let out an odd sound- Somewhere between a grunt and a moan- as the Rogue teased him, his flesh burning yet cold as the oil worked between his skin. The touch of her fingers sent a chill shock of pleasure through him, and the paladin wrenched against the bonds that held him, shivering as they travelled down, down...<br><br>Then the corrupted Rogue pressed down, *hard*, there and *there, almost but not never touching, and he jerked in a thrill of mingled pleasure and horror, a tight, pulsing force in his groin as, almost despite himself, he started to harden. He tried- *Tried*- to deny it, to slam his eyes shut, and chant the calming mantras of the Order under his breath, to meditate on the Catcheism of Denial from the Books Of Will...But in the end, he couldn't. He wasn't even sure if he *wanted* to.<br><br>When that lithe, perfectly feminine form started to writhe in the firelight, the crismon illumination flickering off the oiled albaster of her skin, Zindel couldn't deny it much longer, his hardness straining painfully against the air, his hips bucking as they drove forward almost of their own will, tantalized beyond restraint by her scent, her *nearness*, just- yet not quite- within reach...<br><br>He couldn't succumb. He just couldn't. It would be a betrayal of all he'd worked for, of all he'd aspired to be, at the hands of this...This vile seductress, this serpent in a woman's skin. Yet Zindel Waver, Paladin and Knight, could not prise his eyes away, as those nimble hands stroked her form- Long, dragging caresses in which nothing was forbidden- as her pink tongue flickered across wine-dark lips, hungry eyes locking on his form. For the first time in a long while, he remembered that maid in the scholam, the feel of her beneath him, the mingling of guilt and pleasure and release as he'd taken her-<br><br>With a tortured, agonized moan of frustration, Zindel drew on that core of focus that was a paladin's heart, knowing that this really was the end. He'd done his best, the Light forgive him, and he would choose a quick death over this...This slow torture.<br><br>He could feel the Rogue's poison words coiling around him, like chains or flames, and drew a deep, rasping breath, ready to speak-<br><br>And stopped. Zindel didn't *want* to die. He'd never dreamed that he would have to, never. And- <em>All things succumb, in time</em>, a tiny, choked-down voice said, gaining strength, urgency. <em>Why fight the inevitable? </em>. Yes, yes, that made perfect sense. He couldn't win, either way- Besdies, there was always later, always later, another chance...<br><br>He swallowed, hard, sweating freely now, yet freezing within. His shaft bobbed like an accusing finger, thick and urgent, with a life of its own. "I," he began, hating (and yet not) each word, burning and poisonous, loathing himself for his weakness, yet already imaging that perfect body in his grasp, in his fevered dreams-<br><br>"I...accept," Zindel murmured, almost too quiet. "I *accept*," he made himself say again, knowing it was more than just her offer of pleasures, knowing that he was placing everything at stake. "*I* accept, damn me!" It came out as a frustrated, yet eager snarl, ripping and wrenching, full of tight, bound hunger. "I ACCEPT!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 13:51:09</strong>
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				Skourra's lips curled in a lascivious smile as she heard the noble knight's acceptance of the dark desires within.&nbsp; She leaned forwards, her dark nipples grazing his chest and laid a single oily finger on his lips to silence him.&nbsp; The oil's aroma would be stronger in his nostrils now and it would, of course, seep past his lips and invade his mouth, spearheading a subsequent invasion of lustful thoughts in his mind.&nbsp; Of course, she thought to herself, those thoughts would not be alone; the paladin's fevered avowal had assured her of that.<br><br>"Shhhh, pet," she crooned, "I doubt that you'll be damned for a night of lust, though I know that you will be very, very satisfied by it."&nbsp; She turned her back to him, her midnight locks cascading down the flawless opalescent skin of her back, and kicked off her boots.&nbsp; Then she turned back to him and shed her breeches, the black leather sliding of her shapely thighs with a soft sussuration of promised delight.&nbsp; She took hold of the oil bottle once more and stood on the bed, towering over him, statuesque in the firelight.&nbsp; A single drop of moisture reflected the firelight from the thatch between her thighs, a jewel begotten by lustful desire.&nbsp; She lifted the bottle to her lips and pulled its stopper with her teeth, spitting the cork away before pouring the rest of the oil onto the hollow her throat.<br><br>The oil flowed down Skourra's nakedness like a tide of molten desire, making her glisten and shine in the ruby light.&nbsp; Her hands followed it, smoothing, smearing and spreading the oil over her.&nbsp; She teased him with this display, her fingers fondling and caressing where his, no doubt, by now yearned to be exploring.&nbsp; Before long, she was completely smothered in the oil and she lifted a surprisingly dainty foot to toy with his swelling manhood.&nbsp; She rubbed it with the sole of her foot and then flowed herself, as liquid as the oil which covered them both to kneel between his thighs once more, smearing the oil over his growing excitement.&nbsp; She pulled at it, smearing the oil upwards and over, covering it and playing with it, her clever fingers touching and pressing ... here... so that before long she had worked the oil over every throbbing part.<br><br>"Now, the edge is off, Sir Knight, and together we shall entwine our bodies with bonds of ecstasy."
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				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 14:35:25</strong>
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				At that first, delicate touch of her oil-slick form, Zindel wrenched with all his might, with a desperate strength, wanted to take her, to *fill* her with himself, aching with desire- But still she teased and taunted, the Rogue's nude form limned by the witchlight that clung to her pallor. Hungrily, his eyes locked on her, a wordless, almost frightening intensity in his gaze...Tormented beyond endurance, he was barely thinking, just responding, veins throbbing beneath his tanned skin as he heaved-<br><br>Then, daintily, the corrupted Rogue flexed her long, sleek leg, her foot gliding along his thigh, up to his aching shaft. The paladin let out a long, wordless moan as, delicately, she worked against him, her toes stroking his erection with a odd grace her fingers could never manage. He could feel her hands, then, working the oil into him; The mere feel of a woman's touch made his hardness pulse alarmingly, a spasm of lust he fought to hold down. Already throbbing in her fingers, the agony of waiting was almost unbearable, his breath rasping harshly in his throat as he endured.<br><br>"Now, the edge is off, Sir Knight, and together we shall entwine our bodies with bonds of ecstasy."<br><br>Her voice again, working into his mind, promising him his desires. With the first, animal surge of lust quelled by the Rogue's effort, Zindel knew-*knew*- he was about to consort with a creature, with a *thing* of Evil...He knew, and wondered, vaguely, why it merely excited him.<br><br>"Yesssss," he hissed, husky with desire, his form tensing in mingled anticipation and lust; Through half-lidded eyes, Zindel watched her every motion, longing for her to begin... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 15:46:33</strong>
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				Skourra was pleased, very pleased with the way that things were going.&nbsp; Who would have thought that the paladin would be so responsive to her touch, so eager for her embraces?&nbsp; She could see that he was already straining at his bonds to get her, to hold her, to return to her the passion-filled caresses that she was inflicting on him, yet she decided to keep him bound yet awhile.&nbsp; It would only increase their pleasure if he remained frustrated for a while.<br><br>She leaned forwards, placing both hands on the bed on each side of his chest and smiled as she felt his throbbing member nestle between her breasts.&nbsp; She rocked back and forth, using her oily globes to stimulate his already fevered desire only to stop when his buttock lifted from the bed in a spasm of pleasure.&nbsp; Not yet, not yet, she told herself.&nbsp; He must work harder for her, she thought, to gain the release he so obviously craved.<br><br>She pushed her self up, pressing her palms against his chest and then slid first one leg and then the other over his thighs.&nbsp; She shuffled forwards and then eased herself backwards, unerringly enveloping the tip of his manhood with her nether lips.&nbsp; She held herself there, waiting until she heard a grunt of impatient desire and then she worked herself down on him with agonising slowness.&nbsp; Once she had him fully enveloped in her moistness, she began to gently rock back and forth, her inner muscles rippling and clenching slightly.&nbsp; She reared up, glistening like an oily succubus above its prey, lifting her hands to her hair as she rode him faster and faster.&nbsp; The room was silent except for the soft slapping of her skin against his and the low feral growl of pleasure that was starting to boil from her throat.&nbsp; She lifted herself up, almost completely off him and then slammed down onto him, impaling herself on his fevered hardness, giving herself over too, to the ancient animal motion of their coupling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 16:34:46</strong>
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				His heart pounding furiously in his ears, Zindel watched in disbelief as the Rogue straddled him, her albaster skin cool against his, shifting her weight slowly, sensually, a soft pressure on his thighs- Was she really? After all that teasing and torture, was she truly about to-<br><br>Then, he felt the moist, slick feel of her slit grinding against the bulbous head of his throbbing, aching shaft, her velvety folds closing around it in a tight grip- And stop. Almost frantic with lust, he tried to force himself up, the bed creaking under his oscillations, a groan of frustrated desire sawing from his throat...<br><br>And slowly, clearly relishing his struggles, the corrupted Rogue let her body sink down, one aching moment at a time, his hardness driving into her, *impaling* her, filling her with himself. "Oh, Gods," Zindel whispered, his head lolling back at the silky feel of her womanhood around his shaft, the soft warmth clenching him like a sheath around a sword. He felt himself parting her, deeper than he'd ever dared before, until their hips met in the slap of oiled flesh on oiled flesh. He groaned, a deep, needy sound, wanting to pound her and pound her, until, until...<br><br>His back arched, whole body tensing as the Rogue started to *move*, slick form sliding up and down, faster and faster, riding him forcefully. Each deep, driving thrust sent a fierce jolt of sensation sizzling right through him, the taut flesh of her body quavering at each impact- His senses reeled, and he felt himself breathing quicker, grunting and straining like a beast, matching the low, feral pants of his corrupted lover, the wet, dirty sounds of their...fluids...mingling as paladin and Rogue coupled. Zindel's entire body rippled in motion, fuelled by a fevered strength, pounding away relentlessly, his hips bucking as he jackknifed upwards, meeting her again and again. The hot, animal smell of sex filled the cabin as they mated, filling the half-light with pants and moans, building and gaining pace.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 18:32:23</strong>
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				Skourra completely lost herself in the heat of their union, for union it was.&nbsp; As she writhed on top of him, she knew that her corruption was, quite literally rubbing off on him.&nbsp; It would not be enough to turn him to their side, but it was a step towards the darkness.&nbsp; She threw her head back and screamed, possessed by her passion, her breasts jiggling in the firelight.&nbsp; With a convulsive thrust, she threw herself forwards and grasped his wrists.&nbsp; At her touch, the bindings fell free and she rocked back, pulling him up and wrapping her arms around him.<br><br>Her fingernails raked his back, as she rocked back and forth against him.&nbsp; Her oiled breasts rubbed against his chest, her nipples poking solidly into his flesh and she teased the skin of his neck with her mouth, nibbling and licking the sensitive skin.&nbsp; Her fevered moans filled his ears and she bucked against him, her upping the pace of her thrusts, the altered angle sending him even deeper into her.<br><br>Her hands rode up to clench his shoulders and she clenched her fingers on them, gripping them as she leaned back, exposing her breasts once more to his eyes.&nbsp; She straightened her legs and wrapped them around him, bucking harder, grinding and clenching, panting and moaning as she rode the wave of sensation higher and higher until, with a broken cry of ecstasy she threw herself against him, shuddering and writhing, to hold him close at last , her breath hot in his ear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 12:17:03</strong>
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				<br>A shriek of mingled agony and ecstasy ripped from the Rogue's throat as Zindel pounded into her, that alabaster form convulsing and juddering in violent motion. He could feel her corruption seeping into him, like oil spreading across pure water- A taint that dulled and enriched, working into his soul like her fingers across his skin...<br><br>With two powerful thrusts he was buried into her to the hilt, grinding against her inner walls, her body clenching tight around him in eager lust; The paladin felt his mind boil as the Rogue stiffened, arching backward in a single whiplash motion, her magnificent throat working as she *screamed*, a raw, animal howl of passion that echoed through the dark. Her body recoiled from the relentless pounding down below, their hips colliding again and again in coitial union. It was so sweet, so hot, like a fevered dream, just their mindless, wordless mating, and that taut pressure building in his loins as he reamed her again and again, white breath steaming from his mouth, pistoning away furiously as violent pulses of pleasure seared into him.<br><br>He had never- *never*- had a woman like this. Drenched in sweat, Zindel couldn't hold back his wordless moans on elation, his eyes rolling back in his head, lips parting, shaping meaningless, profane oaths-<br><br>Suddenly, at a touch, his hands were free, reaching up, pulling the Rogue to him, gouging deeper into her, almost crushing her shapely form against his. Viciously, consciousness and sanity alike ebbing, Zindel thrust again and again, gripping her- holding her- in place as he began to pound deep within her, turning her cries into commands of her own, spurring him ever faster. Her nails raked across his back, hard enough to draw blood- But he never felt it, just the clenching, aching warmth of her around his shaft, squeezing him tighter as her own passion began to mount. Upright now, her legs vicing tight around his waist in a deathgrip, her fingers bit into his shoulders as she flung herself at him, bodies meeting in a solid, slapping impact, the hard, swollen points of her nipples aching against his bare chest. <br><br>He could not stop, gaining a lethal momentum of his own, quenching himself in her, until there was only blind, hungry need, until she began to shudder and shake in a final convulsion, twisting and wrenching- The feeling in his loins built, built, his muscles clenching as the last few shreds of his restraint fell away, his own hands finding her bosom, fingers squeezing them to share the pleasure-pain...<br><br>-Then the Rogue cried out, jerking back, gripping his neck as she came, a long, shivering sound of release ripping the air. That final signal, those last motions, set him off; He grunted as he came within her, a climatic explosion of pent-up lust, thick, ragged pulses of seed spurting within her, into her, on and on, a hot, searing release that left him gasping, sinking gratefully to the bed. <br><br>For an infinite moment, Zindel just *breathed*, chest rising and falling unevenly, the pale, lethal beauty still clasped to him, mouth hot against him. Exhausted, shamed- Yet exhilarated- he luxuriated in the cool feel of her body against his, letting it soothe his fevered flesh.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 13:29:35</strong>
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				Skourra eased the paladin onto his back, blanketing his body with her own.&nbsp; Her nipples still poked solidly into his chest as she lifted herself up onto an elbow to regard his face from inches away.&nbsp; Her dark lips curled into an unreadable smile as her luxuriant black hair fell like an ebony curtain to shroud their faces and hide the shame flaring on the no-longer-so-noble knight's cheeks from an uncaring world.<br><br>She stroked the side of his neck with a slender finger, her touch oddly tender and belying the looks of animal hunger that still flickered in her dark eyes.&nbsp; Now that the first wave of passion was spent, she could fully review just what she had achieved.&nbsp; She had successfully taken him and made him a willing accomplice in their act of lust.&nbsp; She had rubbed some of her corruption of on him and he had enjoyed the process but she was under no illusions that she had *turned* him to her side.&nbsp; No, the best she could hope for was that the memories of this knight would give him pause before he launched another furious assault on her sisters.&nbsp; Or perhaps he would be all to willing to assault them furiously now, just using more enjoyable weaponry than that mace he carried.<br><br>"There, my pet," she whispered huskily to him, "Was that really to be so feared?&nbsp; Was it really so dreadful?"&nbsp; She rolled off him, the sudden cold of the air bringing his skin out in goosebumps.&nbsp; She let her finger languidly trace deviant designs on his still oily skin: spirals and circles and esoteric sigils that were visible only in her mind.&nbsp; She looked down at his flaccid organ and her eyes danced mischievously as she flicked it with a fingernail.<br><br>"Oh, look, you really ought to be cleaned up," she said, her finger rubbing at the mixture of oil, her juices and his seed that covered the still limp organ. She shuffled down the bed, her voice deceptively innocent. "And I don't have a cloth to wipe you with.&nbsp; Just what am I to do with you?"<br><br>Her breath, as she whispered this last question flowed over his manhood, presaging the action of her tongue which began to lap at the intermingled fluids that covered him.&nbsp; Her hand reached down to cup him, a fingertip stroking the sensitive skin behind the sac.&nbsp; Her tongue worked in broad strokes up each side and then along the length of his now growing tumescence.<br><br>"I see you still have some lust left inside, poisoning you, Sir Knight," she murmured, lifting her head to stare into his eyes as her coral tongue made a lascivious circuit of her dark lips.&nbsp; "I should be remiss in my duty as your hostess if I were not to suck it out."&nbsp; And she lowered her head to encompass the tip of his manhood with her lips, the thumb and forefinger of her hand tightening in a circle about its base.&nbsp; She sucked daintily on the tip and then, with glacial slowness lowered her head, the noose of her lips sweeping down him until, at last, they met the circle of her fingers.&nbsp; The wet suction of her mouth was excruciatingly pleasurable as was the moist friction provided by her undulating tongue as she began to slowly bob her head back and forth...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 15:19:50</strong>
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				"There, my pet," the Rogue whispered, her lovely face calm, yet oddly triumphant, delicate fingers caressing his neck with an artist's touch. "Was that *really* to be so feared? Was it *really* so dreadful?" <br><br>Zindel gazed up into the bottomless depths of her eyes, his hands slowly, limply, sliding from her form. Lying on his back, he felt...Felt...Distant, somehow, as if it had been a dream, a fleeting fantasy, not- Not this. He'd entered into congress with a thing of virulent Evil, and he'd shared her...Her *taint*...And yet- Yet he felt no different. There was a soothing ache in his loins, a deep and abiding sense of relief, as if the tension within him had eased, but he was still the same within. Humbled, but still the same...Or so he told himself.<br><br>Maybe his faith *had* sustained him. Maybe, his actions spoke for themselves; He had succumbed, but he wasn't a...servitor. He wasn't! Surely, it didn't, didn't-<br><br>The paladin thought this, his breath catching in his throat as the Rogue glided her exquisite body off him, gaze flitting across his limp shaft, shimmering with their mingled fluids. He shivered as her cool hands *touched* him, held him, the velvety sensation sending a tingling jolt of renewed pleasure- And the guilt, always the guilt- a moment before her tongue flickered from between her lips, teasing it relentlessly, swiping the glistening film from its surface with infinite delicacy.<br><br>"Nnnnnnh," he moaned, knowing his hands were free, knowing that he should fling her off, rush to freedom...Anything except to linger, to let her work her arts. There was a slow, knowing smile in the huntress' eyes, a knowing lilt to her voice as her fingers enclosed his shaft, tightening...The mere sensation of it, the memory of her more...intimate...grasp enough to spur him to full hardness. Zindel gasped, stiffening as her mouth closed around him, gliding down, bathing his shaft in the warmth of first her lips, then tongue and throat as her head sank down, ebony hair caressing his thighs with whisper-soft touches...<br><br>It was almost a relief when she started to move, her head bobbing over his lap, gentle hands toying with his balls- Almost of their own accord, he started to pump againse her movements, filling her mouth, feeling the bulbous, pulsing head of his erection sink into her throat. With a groan of mingled lust and despair, Zindel's fingers gripped the Rogue's hair, cupping the back of her skull in his hand- Fleetingly, he thought to pull her away, to end it, but instead, he tugged, guiding her against his crotch, his shaft scraping the sides of her throat- Somehow, the Rogue drew it down, effortlessly breathing around his shaft, merely gaining momentum with each straining thrust...<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 20:12:22</strong>
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				As she worked her mouth up and down the paladin's straining shaft, Skourra began to gain the inklings of a wicked idea.&nbsp; Of course, so far, there was not much of a stain upon his soul, after all, he had been unable to resist what she had done to him.&nbsp; He was, in the final analysis, a man and as such under the control of that which she held with her lips.&nbsp; Tied down, as he had been, she could have manipulated him to agree to anything.&nbsp; Oh it was corruption all right, but corruption of a weak and insipd type.&nbsp; She would need to work more on him before he was ready to be brought before Blood Raven.<br><br>She lifted her head and blew gently on the swollen head, squeezing with her thumb and forefinger.&nbsp; Then she swallowed him again, moving her head up and down, the ring of her fingers moving in the opposite direction to her head.&nbsp; She knew, from experience with other males that had fallen into her clutches that this was especially devastating and that no man could resist it for long.&nbsp; As her tongue tasted the first salty dribble of precum, she grasped his aknkles and pushed herself up, leaving his engorged member to the air.<br><br>"I'm sorry, I think I heard something," she said, releasing his ankles and stepping back from the bed.&nbsp; Indeed, as he turned to walk to the window, the paladin felt the bonds at his ankles fall free.&nbsp; Skourra's marble skin glistened in the firelight and the curves of her behind were every bit as mesmerising as her beasts had been.&nbsp; More so, perhaps as those smooth curves almost pointed to her long shapely legs.&nbsp; Her body was truly voluptuous, as soft and as curvy as any courtesan's and yet, thanks to her training as a rogue, she had a lithe musculature that no courtesan could hope to match.<br><br>She leaned forwards, resting her elbows on the window-side table, presenting her bewitching behind to him as a challenge.&nbsp; With her legs parted and her body bent forwards, the knight could see everything she had to offer, moist and inviting, waiting for him.&nbsp; She said nothing, she needed to say not a word, for the silence in the room proclaimed her unspoken challenge.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Are you going to stay there, frightened, flee like a coward or come over here and take me like a man?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 03:05:29</strong>
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				As the Rogue's ministrations worked their magic on him, Zindel gasped and writhed, rolling his hips back while watching her, those luscious lips pumping away, meeting her nimble fingers in long, dragging strokes. Engulfed in the delicious warmth of her mouth, he felt the first, glad pulse of his shaft, ready to explode, ready to fill her throat with thick cum, to, to...<br><br>-And abruptly, impossibly, she *stopped*. The lewd, moist sounds of her slurping died away to nothing, and the tingling fire of her fingers released him, with a suddeness that made him gasp. Already on the edge of his climax, his erection aching for attention, head swollen and purple, Zindel let out a betrayed grunt of disbelief, almost gaping as the Rogue rose, striding away, her hips swaying distractingly as she closed with the window, bending over, the firelight catching and flickering across the oiled fullness of her rear, the rounded globes glistening before him with an undeniable invitation-<br><br>He was free. He could leave, put this behind him, lock himself away and pray for atonement. He was searching for his equipment, stalking to the door...<br><br>-He was closing in on the Rogue, covering the distance in one, two, three, eager steps, his legs as strong as ever. Without thought, only need, Zindel's strong hands closed on her bare hips, holding her tight- He thought he heard a trill of laughter as he clenched her, pressing her against the table, his member aching to bury itself in her, to take her again.<br><br>He couldn't resist. He couldn't. In the end, he didn't even want to.<br><br>The pearl-skinned beauty must have smiled as his shaft slapped against her, the swollen tip grinding briefly against her thigh, finding her smoldering slit by the growing warmth alone. Zindel's face tightened, his lips curving in a tight smile as he kept going, his member rising, not toward the velvety softness of her womanhood, but between the rounded fullness of her rear, toward the puckered star of her...Other...entrance...<br><br>With a savage, almost violent thrust, he impaled her, wrenching her body back as he thrust forward, a wordless answer to her unspoken challenge. He felt the Rogue's lithe form tense, fingers working furrows in the table as his member parted her, splitting her clenched behind, gripping him tighter than ever before- Already lubricated from her earlier attentions, the paladin worked his shaft into her ass, gasping at the effort, shifting his grip up to her breasts. Then, clutching her tightly, his hands working between her flesh and the table, Zindel started to thrust, sawing in and out of her, fucking her with a forceful vigor, every motion wrenching another almost-pained gasp from his throat...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 20:08:20</strong>
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				"Oh!" Skourra gasped in delighted surprise.&nbsp; This was almost too good to be hoped for, as not only had he foregone the opportunity of escape but he had done so to take her *there*.&nbsp; She wriggled herself against him, no stranger to the joys of such congress.&nbsp; Indeed, there had been a particular goat-man in what her uncorrupted sisters referred to as the Den of Evil, who had found her behind particularly irresistible.&nbsp; She chuckled to herself remembering, her breasts jiggling against the table in response to the paladin's furious thrusts.&nbsp; He wasn't as forceful as her goat-man yet, but she was certain she could change that.&nbsp; Still it was amusing to think that the knight probably thought that he was the first to do this to her, when in reality, he was merely boldly going where many had gone before.&nbsp; Indeed it was time to make his "going" just that little bit bolder.<br><br>"Oh yes, Sir Knight, that's it," she moaned.&nbsp; "Take me harder.&nbsp; To be honest, I didn't think you would know what to do with this hole.&nbsp; But then I guess I didn't figure upon how <em>intimate </em>the bonds of comradeship must be in your chapter house.&nbsp; I imagine that you're all encouraged to take one for the team."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 12:36:53</strong>
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				As the Rogue's sly comment ate into his mind, past the haze of lust that spurred on each furious thrust, Zindel felt a sharp twinge of insult- They didn't...Didn't...! <br><br>-Then she gripped him tighter, and he sank forward, his chest against the naked marble of her bare back, pressing her down against the table. It creaked under their weight, the aching, hungry lust winning out, making each slam into her plush behind harder than the last, a frantic race to spend his seed within her. His full length ramming into her with each motion, sharp, bestial grunts punctuating each moment, the Rogue's low, sultry laughter rang in his ears, amused as ever, mocking him, mocking him...<br><br>Zindel groaned, his knees buckling, knowing that he couldn't hold himself much longer- The slick coolness of her flesh, the tightness of her inside, the cloying, nauseating fragrance of her body...He felt his loins ache, his swaying balls drawing tight as he pistoned away, dreading the climax, yet not daring to stop, the sounds of sex drowning out all thought...<br><br>With a sound, one that merged a creak with a sigh, he came, a moment of white nothingness blanking out his vision. He felt his body unclench in a single, almost violent motion, driving deep, spending itself in a long, aching burst of release- Beneath him, he felt the Rogue's form writhe and twist in erotic convulsions, almost wrenching him from her. Utterly spent, exhausted and drained in more ways than one, Zindel sank into an uneasy daze- Seeing nothing, thinking nothing, and feeling a new, clammy chill in his bones, driven within him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 20:42:05</strong>
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				Skourra stretched, disengaging herself from him and turning to take his hands.&nbsp; Her dark eyes flickered with a wicked light and she took hold of the dazed night's hands and pulled his unresisting form back to the bed, pushing his down, so that hey sat together on its end.<br><br>"Well, Sir Knight, you have proven yourself to be most skilled in the use of your mighty weapon," she chuckled, lifting an arm, to drape it languidly around his neck.&nbsp; Her face was but a short breath from his and her deep dark eyes stared into his own.&nbsp; Her other hand was not still, however, for it slowly slid across his chest, stroking and caressing, exploring the extent of the musculature of his chest.<br><br>"I did not bring you here to corrupt you, Sir Knight, for any taint which you might have gained from me is small," she whispered intimately to him.&nbsp; "Indeed, you might easily rid yourself of it with a night's flagellation, provided you don't enjoy it of course, which is a fault I've heard rumoured of your order."&nbsp; Her laugh was wicked and mocking, but that arm draped over his shoulders held him firm against her glistening nakedness.&nbsp; "No I brought you here and gifted you with this night of pleasure because I wanted to reward you," she explained.&nbsp; "You see, the cause of evil isn't one big happy family, you know.&nbsp; It suits my sisters and me that you've set yourself to the task of clearing what Kashya no doubt still calls the 'Den of Evil'.&nbsp; Your actions have allowed our sisterhood to take much from the fallen."&nbsp; She leaned closer to him, her breath sweet and spicy.&nbsp; "Should you succeed, in clearing the Den, I think you'll&nbsp; find the reward I'll give you then far more immediate and pleasurable than anything Kashya's likely to offer you."<br><br>And then, as a token of that reward still to come, she let her lips touch his for the first time, her kiss light and surprisingly chaste but all the more enticing and arousing for that.&nbsp; Before he could respond, her arm released him and she pushed him back onto the bed, standing and turning in one fluid motion.&nbsp; She swept from the room, scorning to dress in her leathers, instead merely picking them up and so he was left alone in the cabin with just his thoughts for company.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 09:45:01</strong>
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				Time passed.<br><br>Slowly, life flitted back into Zindel- The man rose, somewhat unsteadily, still feeling the fleeting taste of the Rogue's lips on his own. With careful, economical motions, he gathered his scattered gear, fastening and buckling, the familiar weight of arms and armor settling on his form once again. Finally, his helm nestled onto his head, enclosing it in steel...Hiding the decidedly uneasy look in his eyes, the creeping uncertainity that plagued him...<br><br>He did not look at the bed, or at the table as he moved, lost in thought. The Rogue's words still echoed in his mind- She'd said that his actions had aided their cause. She'd said she would *reward* him...No! (And Zindel's mind shrank back from that thought.) He was still a paladin- Perhaps a bit tarnished, a bit scuffed, but his soul, his will, was still his own. It still was! Almost to himself, he muttered the catcheism, the prayer of Holy Fire- And sighed, awash with relief, as his aura flickered to life, ghostly flames dancing about his limbs.<br><br>The night felt dreamlike, unreal- A fever dream, rather than all-too-real debauchery. Only the smell, the smell and the black, glistening leathers in the corner reminded him, taunted him with his own weakness...Despite the warmth of the day, Zindel shuddered, feeling pinpoints of dull cold in his bones. For a moment, he thought of fleeing back to the Encampment, asking for aid, sending an urgent missive to the Order, begging for absolution and direction-<br><br>No. He would not do that. He was still of purpose- The Light would understand, that a man served according to his capacity. He *would* cleanse the Den of Evil...Complete the task he'd set for himself, for it was his duty. Nothing more. Certainly not for any carnal reward they could, and *would*, eagerly de-<br><br>The paladin's aura flared, and sparks arched around his feet, tumbling onto the dry wood. He strode out, heedless of the searing footsteps he left in his wake, the hungry, arching flames- Not the white of zeal, but a wavering, flickering orange-red- catching, igniting the place behind him. <br><br><em>Let it burn,</em> he thought, oddly ashamed, as if concealing his sin. <em>Let it all burn.</em><br><br>With a deep breath, the paladin went forth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 14:19:49</strong>
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				Skourra set her most skilled rogues to tracking and watching the knight unseen, as he made his progress towards the Den, while she herself went to report to Blood Raven.&nbsp; She wasted not a drop of pity for those who would meet their end as their paths crossed that of the tortured paladin.&nbsp; Her goat-man would be a loss, but then again, not much of a loss.&nbsp; He had been getting a bit too insistent in his attentions and, in any case, the Den would make an excellent secondary base for her and her rogues, should her knight, as she was beginning to think of him, triumph over the zombie lord, Corpsefire, who ruled the place.<br><br>Crossing the Blood Moor and the Cold Plains was little effort to one as skilled as Skourra.&nbsp; She soon reached the Sisters' Burial Grounds in which Blood Raven had made her headquarters.&nbsp; The beginning of the paladin's corruption pleased Skourra's superior and Blood Raven's eyes held a dark burning heat as Skourra related the knight's prowess in the cottage.&nbsp; And then Skourra was dismissed, sent to return to the Blood Moor and to see if the paladin proved himself worthy in the Den.<br><br>And if the not-so-noble knight prevailed, then her task was to whet once more his appetite for corruption, to reward him for his deeds on her behalf and to prepare him for an encounter with Blood Raven.&nbsp; Her reward for this would be command over all the sisters on the Blood Moor and Andariel's favour.&nbsp; It was of course true, that the knight's "attentions" would, of course, prove equally rewarding and Skourra hurried to find out exactly how well her boy was doing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 12:11:38</strong>
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				Sludge.<br><br>Sunlight, weak and dying, filtering down from above.<br><br>Blood.<br><br>Walls of damp obsidian, spine-encrusted, laced with runes and sigils that flexed and coiled with a life of their own.<br><br>Shadows.<br><br>Dank sub-chambers, carved gargoyle gods glaring balefully from stonehewn walls, above writhing altars.<br><br><em>Evil.</em><br><br>Zindel let out a grunt of satisfaction as his mace (chipped and battered now, the field of force flickering in fitful, dying coughs) creased a Fallen shaman's head, caving it in with a single furious swing. The flames that danced about him- Higher now, brighter, a cloak of fire- seared it to ash as it fell away, still twitching, eaten by the scorching heat. <br><br>There was nothing- *nothing* in this world- as satisfying to purge as the Fallen. The crimson imps gibbered and shrieked, rushed in at him in scrabbling packs...And died, just the same, every jab of a notched blade or swing of a crude hatchet met by the precise, curt impact of a spiked maul. The paladin smashed and struck, bashed and disjointed in a frenzy he'd willed as righteous zeal, tainted only by the faintest whiff of sulfur- It felt good doing this, to redeem himself bloodily, in great, shattering blows. It felt *right*.<br><br>He'd been followed, he suspected (<em>knew</em>). He'd charged right into the Den, with far more fury than necessary, literally *detonating* into that wretched little hovel, wanting to stop turning the events of the night over and over in his mind, to stop wondering, to stop...<br><br>-And then his mace slipped from his hand, the head cracked and chipped. Useless. Swearing under his breath, Zindel wrenched the magnificently unwieldy battle-axe from his belt, the gold-chased weapon prised from the grimy paws of a Fallen Chieftan, just in time to meet the sloppy, powerful blows of a zombie, lashing at him with its own dead flesh. There was a terrible strength in this one's blows, though, every impact jarring painfully against his battered shield, the shining finish smeared with unspeakable fluids- Matching it impact for impact, the paladin hacked into it, spilling its entrails in ropy arcs.<br><br>The mindless, undead automation fell, groaning, and Zindel took a step back, uncorking a flask. Swigging the red, soupy liquid. All was quiet, except for the last, scurrying sounds of flight. He'd cleaned them out in one shot, sent them fleeing for the hills- So why was he so discomfited? He wondered, uneasily, at the corrupted Rogue's words, at her half-remembered promises...She was lying, wasn't she? For that was what Evil did- It lied. Except...<br><br>Then the pale-skinned zombie decided it wasn't dead after all, and rose with a roar, Zindel's flame licking harmless off its flesh, bloated corpse seething with fires of its own. With a snarl, the paladin turned back to the fight, axe humming as it hissed through the air, chopping into it like a woodsman gone berserk- All the while feeling the mingled unease and anticipation grow, not knowing exactly how to feel...<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 21:07:04</strong>
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				Skourra slipped in to the Den, noticing the silence with approval.&nbsp; On all of her previous visits to the Den, the place had thrummed with activity filled with the jibber-jabber of the fallen, the hoarse grunts of the goatmen and wendigo and the sepulchral groans of the zombies.&nbsp; The Den had never been a quiet place, filled as it was with the hum of the machinations of evil, but it was quiet now.<br><br>Skourra stepped over the body of a zombie, her mouth puckering with distaste.&nbsp; The things smelled so bad at the best of times but now, it's head staved in by what Skourra imagined was the paladin's mace, the dead thing was decidedly malodorous.&nbsp; Certainly, the place would be better without them and better by far without the fallen.&nbsp; The disgusting little creatures were just far to clingy, as far as Skourra was concerned.&nbsp; The mobbed her whenever the saw her, reaching up to her and touching their filthy little paws on her pristine leather.&nbsp; Worse, they weren't even any good in battle, running away at any reverse.<br><br>And then Skourra heard some sound, the trace of a battle in the distance.&nbsp; She made her way through the deserted caverns, already drawing up plans for her rogues to cleanse the place from the dead and the stink of its previous occupation.&nbsp; She knew that the paladin's last opponent would be the zombie lord, Corpsefire.&nbsp; No doubt it was the strife of that titanic struggle that she was hearing.&nbsp; The sounds were louder now and as she turned a corner, she beheld the fight. <br><br>The paladin and the pale cerulean skinned zombie fought toe to toe.&nbsp; It was plain that the paladin was tiring and that Corpsefire was not.&nbsp; So far, the paladin's superior skill had kept the zombie at bay, but now it seemed that unless the knight finished the undead creature soon, the battle would be Corpsefire's.&nbsp; Then it happened, the paladin swung the great axe he fought with and separated Corpsefire's head from his shoulders.<br><br>"Well done, you are truly worthy to be my knight."&nbsp; As the paladin swayed where he stood, his face pale with a mixture of exhaustion and blood loss, Skourra stepped forward, her face alight with an unwholesome hunger, her voice warm with appreciation.&nbsp; "But you are injured, my knight, come let me heal your wounds and offer you your true reward."&nbsp; She slinked towards the knight, her hips swaying from side to side.&nbsp; "Trust me, it will be every bit as pleasurable as I promised you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 13:32:15</strong>
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				Zindel felt his blood freeze, turn to ice-water in his veins.<br><br><em><strong>Her. </strong> </em> Again.<br><br>Like a shapely, lithe shadow, the Rogue moved toward him with an almost predatory grace, the immeasurable, undefineable *hunger* in her voice. He barely heard her words, but that didn't matter- The tone, the slight sway of her hips, the press of her perfect bosom against her chest...That spoke for themselves. He could remember the events of the night, so close, yet so distant, like a half-remembered dream...<br><br>She was close now, within touching distance. His head hurt, his wounds aching abdominably, the fever-rush of adrenaline throbbing behind his eyes. The paladin almost raised his axe to menace her, almost turned to flee-<br><br>But held by those bewitching, fathomless eyes, feeling his own doubts gnawing at him, his hands shook with an almost palsied tremor, lowering the weapon by fractions. He turned to face her, his breath catching in his throat, struck dumb by the mingled beauty and corruption of the perfect figure closing in on him, the sound of her footsteps the only noise in the cavern...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 20:59:13</strong>
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				Skourra smiled, watching the tip of the paladin's axe waver.&nbsp; She could see the conflict inside him and she smiled, knowing that she need do nothing to sway him.&nbsp; He was weak from his wounds and... Her smile widened; she had softened him up well the previous night.&nbsp; He had been hers then and he would be hers again.<br><br>"Come, my knight," she crooned softly to him, her hand lifting to allow her to gently caress his cheek and neck with her black fingernails.&nbsp; "You are injured and I would have you..." She paused, licking her lips, "...well enough that you might enjoy your reward."&nbsp; She slid her arm around his waist, and her spicy cinnamon scent enveloped him.&nbsp; She pulled him through an arch formed by a pair of stalactites and into a secluded chamber.<br><br>As he stood there looking at the large pool, filled with a viscous red liquid, Skourra stepped behind him, vanishing from his sight for a moment.&nbsp; There was a soft sighing sound, though not that which could be uttered by human lips and then the knight saw her step past him, the red light of the cavern covering her nakedness with an incarnadine glow.&nbsp; Her full hips swayed as she lifted her foot over the pool's edge and stepped into the crimson liquid.&nbsp; She turned to him as she sank down into the viscous fluid, reclining backwards, easing a leg upwards to let rivulets of the dark liquid run down her shapely calves to her thighs.&nbsp; She beckoned to him, her smile wicked and full of the promise of unspeakable pleasures and sank back so that the surface of the fluid almost, but not quite, covered her nipples.<br><br>"Come in, my knight and feel the energies of this pool heal and refresh you," she called to him.&nbsp; "Only leave your armour at the poolside.&nbsp; We don't want you rusting do we?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 12:52:08</strong>
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				<em>Flicker.</em><br><br>Zindel didn't remember lowering his axe. He remembered the Rogue's spicy, alluring scent, the warmth of her breath on his cheek...Then, dimly, the sleek, slender strength of her arm around his waist, guiding him forward, deeper into the darkness-<br><br>And there she was, limned in crimson light, that magnificent body arching backward. The pool rippled, the surface shimmering like silk as she sank into it, a knife parting the waters. A rich, coppery taste- More sensation than smell, oddly familiar- reached into his mind, teasing and caressing, wearing away at him...<br><br>His aura, the leaping, crackling flames, had died. Somehow, the paladin could feel them within him, making his breath quicken, his blood burn; The Rogue smiled, then, wickedly inviting, her black nails glinting like spikes of obsidian as she beckoned to him, fluid shifting sensually about her. Again, dimly, Zindel felt that something was off, something that pulsed in his hindbrain and gibbered- But it faded, was gone.<br><br><em>Flicker.</em><br><br>He remebered shedding his armor, heard it slither to the packed earth with an unmusical note, joined by his axe, then his shield. Then the pool, and the woman within filled his vision; Slowly, stiff from his exertion, he stepped forward...<br><br>Warmth. Vitality. His body barely made a splash as he lowered himself in, sluggish waves lapping against his taut form, soaking into the cuts and bruises he'd sustained in his assault- Tiny pulses, like pricks of thorns, and they were gone His feet touched the bottom, and for a moment, he just drifted, his eyes locking onto the Rogue's, feeling that odd, dreamlike sensation settling again.<br><br>"-And I don't even know your name," Zindel whispered, a small, strange smile tugging at his lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 22:45:37</strong>
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				"No, we don't know each other's names," Skourra said, reaching over to him languidly.&nbsp; Her dark lips curled into a knowing, hungry, smile and she lifted her leg, a flicker of desire tracing her dark eyes with wickedness.&nbsp; Her foot found the inside of his leg and caressed up his calf and thigh.&nbsp; She breathed in, staring into his eyes and her breasts rose from the crimson fluid as her foot rose to the fork of his thighs.&nbsp; She laughed lightly, as her questing toes found his growing arousal and she toyed with it, smirking.&nbsp; "And you prefer it, not knowing my name, judging by what I feel.&nbsp; No name, no commitment.&nbsp; I'm just here for you to use however you want, whenever you want, your wickedly sinful secret."&nbsp; Her toes slid upwards over his shaft and she chuckled wickedly, "Or do you think it's the magic of the pool that's invigorating you, Sir Knight?"<br><br>Skourra pulled her foot away and splashed towards him, circling around him, sending waves of the slightly viscous liquid to lap against his chest.&nbsp; As she swam around him, her hands reached towards him, favouring him with light feathery caresses.&nbsp; His shoulders, his arms, his back, his cheeks, his chest, his hair: all of these were teased and traced with touches before she stopped in front of him and leaned close.&nbsp; Her erect nipples grazed his chest and she leaned in to pull on his lower lip with her teeth.<br><br>"You know," she said, "Since I learned of this pool, I wondered if it's effects might enhance certain experiences."&nbsp; The sudden grasping by her fingers and the pulling on his manhood made it more than obvious what those experiences might be.&nbsp; "Just think of it, Sir Knight, no fatigue, no tiredness, all of your faculties instantly renewed."&nbsp; She released his rection from her grip and kicked back, floating away from him.<br><br>"Well, my knight," she taunted, beckoning to him, "No names, no responsibilities, no tiredness.&nbsp; Just pure pleasure for as long as you want.&nbsp; And you do want it, don't you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 13:43:13</strong>
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				"I do."<br><br>The words were firm, definite, and completely certain, and it was a long, long moment before Zindel realised that he'd spoken. And he knew that he *did* want it, did want the gorgeous, lethal beauty before him, did want the selfish release he could find with her-<br><br>Away from the staid, stifled constraints of the Word, of the prayer and fasting and flagellation. To *be*, to *do*, first for himself. Or for himself, period. The Rogue drifted just out of reach, her eyes hungry, almost taunting as she waited for his response, for his *submission*...<br><br>But not, she would find out, entirely as she wanted it.<br><br>Zindel *moved*, his hands closing on her upper arms, holding her in place. The paladin- for he still thought of himself as one- gripped her firmly but not painfully, muscles cording beneath his skin. The waxy, viscous fluid of the pool began to bubble, ever-so-slowly as it touched him, as if being heated...<br><br>"I do," Zindel almost growled, looking into her eyes. "On *my* terms." And then- Without waiting for her to dart away again, to tease him until he succumbed, he brought his hungry mouth to hers, pressing the sleek coolness of her body against his...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 19:26:41</strong>
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				"Oh!" Skourra exclaimed with delight as her knight took hold of her, eagerly meeting his kiss with passionate lips.&nbsp; She undulated against him, rubbing his chest with her breasts, the viscous fluid of the pool lubricating the passage of her erect nipples against his skin.&nbsp; Her hands stroked down his flanks towards his groin before sliding out to his hips and up to his waist.&nbsp; Skourra threw her head back, breaking the kiss and licking her lips, before she lifted her feet from the pool's bottom to wrap her long legs around the eager knight.<br><br>"I love it when you get so hot and bothered, pet," she moaned, looking down at the bubbling fluid.&nbsp; She bucked her hips and rubbed the heated slit of her sex over the knight's engorged member.&nbsp; "So masterful, so manly," she moaned, all but impaling herself on him.&nbsp; "Yes, take me, my knight, use me and abuse me," she crooned against his lips, flicking them with her tongue.&nbsp; "Yes, do it now, show me you're a real man."&nbsp; She almost casually let the tip of his manhood past her lips into her heat and moaned even more.<br><br>"Oh yes, pet, it feels so good, so vital, such a pure lust.&nbsp; Take me with all that passion and feed my darkness with your own."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>26-10-2008, 17:40:22</strong>
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				Zindel groaned, a sound of mingled pleasure and pain- The sensation, the overwhelming surge as he plunged into her velvery depths lit up his mind with flickering heat. The Rogue's legs snaked around him, offering herself up willingly, taking him in as he thrust into her, their hips meeting in an eager collision. Without thought, on instinct alone, he started to move, setting the pace, driving into her in frantic, graceless thrusts; Her mouth ground against his, wet and hot, a sharp contrast to the marble-coolness of her flesh, the pool rippling and churning with the growing violence of his motions.<br><br>He could feel the heat within him, boiling and searing. He let it fuel him, his hands gliding across her form, the taut, smooth sleekness of her back tensing as her legs viced around him, locking them in an erotic embrace; There was a surreal slowness to the scene, the crimson light of the pool throwing a hellish cast on their mingled forms. Zindel sank into her, finding his pace, his entire body shuddering at the force of each impact. The uneven edges of the pool ground against his back, crimson fluid rippling as he put the Rogue's body to use, his moans mingling with hers as the pace built...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>26-10-2008, 21:28:20</strong>
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				"Oh yes, pet" Skourra gasped passionately into his ear, her fingers raking down the paladin's sides, "Give yourself to me, feed me with your lust."&nbsp; She rubbed herself against him and then kicked against the wall of the pool, propelling them both through the crimson fluid, so that he came to rest upon her as she lay upon the sloping side of the pool.&nbsp; Her legs flew wide and her arms raised above her head in wild ecstasy.<br><br>"Yes," she screamed, "Yes, take me here!"&nbsp; She writhed beneath him, the glossy redness of the liquid acting as an viscid lubricant as she bucked her hips in response to each and every one of the tarnished knight's thrusts.&nbsp; "Yes! That's it," her lips moaned hotly into his ear.&nbsp; "Give yourself up to this baptism of delight."&nbsp; She arched her neck and bit down on his shoulder, breaking the skin and her muscles which sheathed his hardness twitched and contracted in waves over his member.&nbsp; She threw her head back, the red of his blood on her lips indistinguishable from the red fluid within which their bodies coupled.&nbsp; Even as she cried out urging him on, the skin of his shoulder flowed and melted, healing thanks to the pool's unholy energies.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 14:14:30</strong>
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				Half-bowed over the eager Rogue, Zindel thrust away, feeling his thick shaft move with her, stirring her within; One hand on her hips, holding her steady, he started to pull out, then thrust into her again, sinking the throbbing head of his manhood all the way into her depths. Slick with the roiling fluids of the crimson pool, his other hand roamed the fullness of her bosom, squeezing and groping, driven on by the blood boiling in his veins. <br><br>The unholy fount did its own work on him, the dark energies sinking into his flesh; Flesh marked by the rogue's teeth merged and reknit, an odd red sheen spreading slowly beneath his skin, like blood across samite. Barely noticing, Zindel heaved himself against the Rogue, skin-to-skin now, almost pinning her beneath his greater mass. The man's muscles rippled as he fought to keep hold of her increasingly slippery form, striving toward release, her body writhing and bucking beneath his...<br><br>With an almost animal growl, he pistoned away, feeling her moan and gasp to the rhythm of his strokes, her voice merely urging him on; His entire body stiffened with each thrust, aiming itself, a surge of pleasure tensing in his groin, in his loins- He had never felt so alive, never! Low, rumbling noises escaped his mouth as he pushed himself toward the point of no return, quaking from the intensity of the stimulation, wanting to spend himself within her, to sate the raging, growing hunger... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 00:20:01</strong>
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				Skourra undulated beneath the paladin, her foot sliding down his calf encouragingly.&nbsp; Her fingertips traced eldritch sigils on his back, caressing the skin, heightening his pleasure.&nbsp; Yet, the incarnadine tracks of those fingers remained, glistening on the skin of his back, temporary tattoos of her possession of his libido.&nbsp; Her hips kept pace with his as she whispered, moaned and groaned into his ear.<br><br>"Oh yes, my knight, my sweet pet," she crooned, throwing her arms and legs wide.&nbsp; She lay there, making her body a living altar beneath him, and writhed with her body spread open, like a saltire of flesh, her hips bucking uncontrollably.&nbsp; "Give yourself over to your lust, give my Mistress your sacrifice through me, yes, yes, NOW!!!"<br><br>And at that moment, she convulsed beneath him, clenching around him like a moist velvet vice.&nbsp; Her eyes rolled up in their sockets and she screamed in ecstasy, writhing beneath him, giving her own sacrifice to her dark mistress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 14:11:16</strong>
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				As their entwined bodies rocked toward the final climax, Zindel began to pound deep within the Rogue, her cries turning into commands of her own, spurring him faster. Slamming into her now, her body jerking and writhing beneath his assault, the woman's nails struck sparks off the stone she lay on, digging deep ruts into the silt. Each erotic convulsion made him press harder into her, flesh to flesh, his grunts returned as his thumbs found her nipples, working them mercilessly, wanting to share the maelstorm of sensation that wracked his mind...<br><br>Then the Rogue screamed in ecstasy, her limbs flung wide, splayed beneath him as she came; The sigils etched into his back by her cunning talons burned as she arched, bucking and writhing on his engorged organ, trying to feel him as deep within her as possible..."Yes," Zindel gasped, willingly giving of himself- Glimpsing, for a moment, Andariel's hellish beauty, the brimstone scent of her form, the writhing caress of her spider-limbs...For an instant, he burned for her, wanting to take her, to claim the Lesser Evil like the Rogue under him...<br><br>And with a full-throated roar of release, Zindel came. The Rogue's sudden release fuelled his own, her hands gripping his neck, jerking hard as her orgasm filled her; He felt the pressure in his loins burst forth in a torrent, spurting into her explosively- Thick white jets of seed, churning within her eager body...Once, twice, a third time, their mingled juices trickling down the Rogue's taut legs, flashing away to steam. He knew that this release was more than mere physical, feeling the key turning in the lock of his soul; The whirlwind of change surged into him, washed over him, altering and warping- But subtly, binding him to a new force. A new order.<br><br>His breath hissing raggedly from his throat, the former paladin sank to a rest atop his lover, sweat-slick chest rising and falling as the last vestiges of passion burned themselves from him...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 19:22:35</strong>
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				Skourra luxuriated in the afterglow of their coupling, stroking a finger along her paladin's cheek.&nbsp; He was a strong one all right, strong and full of vigour.&nbsp; Her lips curled in a sinister smile and she clenched herself about him.&nbsp; He had sacrificed well and now he needed his reward.&nbsp; As she tightened around him, she breathed in and rolled them over to end up on top of him.&nbsp; She dipped her hand into the pool, cupping her fingers, staring into his eyes all the while.&nbsp; She lifted the hand to her throat and tipped the viscous fluid down over her chest to make her breasts glisten redly.&nbsp; She leaned forwards to cup some more of the fluid in her palm, her muscles pulsing rhythmically about his member as she did so.<br><br>"Well done my pet," she cooed at him, lifting the liquid to his lips, tipping the fluid into his mouth.&nbsp; "Now drink, drink of the pool of our passion, drink and be renewed."&nbsp; She swung one long leg over, levering herself off him to rest at his side.&nbsp; She reached down to grasp his manhood and her shoulder began to bob rhythmically in response to her hand's motion.&nbsp; "Yes, my pet, I have more, much more for you, if you'll do a little task for me."&nbsp; Her hands slid over his manhood and she breathed in his ear, "You do want to please me, don't you?&nbsp; After all, the more you please me, the better it feels for you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 11:04:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Obediently, Zindel let his lips part, let the thick, crimson fluid slide down his throat- It tasted of copper and ashes, of musk and...And...<br><br>The heat of the draught spread through him, burning as it did, a tingling, vitalizing jolt of life that set every muscle singing with power, with a red <em>intensity</em> he'd never felt before- The feel of the Rogue's fingers, of her grasp upon his member, made him shiver despite the warmth. Somehow, he held himself still, even as his mind crooned and murmured to itself. <br><br>"What..." and his voice sounded dulled, almost clotted. He tried to clear it, tried again. "What must I do?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 22:50:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Skourra smiled, stroking his manhood more vigorously.&nbsp; He was developing well, she thought, strong and wiry but not overdone in his muscles.&nbsp; She would enjoy him for quite some time; after all, it was remarkable how responsive he was to her charms.<br><br>"What do you want, my pet?" Her provocative whisper caressed the knight's ears with an implication of future rewards if he just did as she desired.&nbsp; "What reward would you like for being of service?"&nbsp; Her hand slowed and she tightened her thumb and forefinger around his tumescence, then relaxing them while rolling the tightening down its shaft with her other fingers.&nbsp; Once the wave of pressure reached the base she reversed the wave of tightening back up again.&nbsp; Up and down and down and up, as if she were milking him.&nbsp; She watched his reactions closely, her hand's motion faster at times and slower at others.&nbsp; Her sultry whispers and the gentle, sensual, pressure of her other hand on his chest enough to keep his quiescent as her clever fingers brought him to the edge of climax without letting him actually reach it.<br><br>"Does my pet want to spill his seed again?" Skourra crooned, suddenly releasing her hand and standing up, stepping away from him.&nbsp; The pool's fluid flowed down her magnificent body in crimson rivulets as she stood statuesque above him.&nbsp; "It would please me, pet, for you to spill that seed in another.&nbsp; Kashya will no doubt reward you for clearing out this den by giving you the services of a rogue scout.&nbsp; I would be very pleased, my pet, if you would service this scout and introduce her to the delights of the body.&nbsp; And then bring her here to me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 13:08:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes," Zindel whispered, his gaze locking on the corrupted Rogue's fathomless eyes. "Will I see <em>her</em> soon?" the former paladin murmured, almost to himself, his mind already filled with erotic visions of the lovely demoness, of Andariel's many hands caressing and stroking, of that hell-forged body writhing beneath his...For he knew, with a dark certainity, that his destiny lay with the Maiden of Anguish, as her...What? Her conqueror? Her consort?<br><br>He groaned as the huntress's nimble hands found him, stroking his member, sending waves of sinful pleasure roiling through his body. He was damned, and he knew it- But dimly, with a odd clarity, he realised he no longer cared.<br><br>-----------------------<br><br>"It is done. The Den has been...<em>cleansed</em>...of evil."<br><br>Around him, the Rogue's Encampment bustled with life. The sounds of forging, of perpetual toil and readiness, layered with the everpresent smell of smoke and flames; Even here, at its very heart, shielded in Kashya's tent, the stench still reached him. There was a sensation of...desperation in the air, of grimness and solidity, like a sombre draught at a funeral...<br><br>Zindel stood at parade rest, his back ramrod-straight, gazing at nothing as he made his report. He'd been hurried back into the Encampment, a lone figure in battered, mismatched armor- More than a few whispers had been directed in his direction, of course; There was a new shadow in his eyes, a haggardness to his motions- And yet, a fierce, almost nervous energy that he'd never shown before. War changed men, of course, the voices agreed- But even so...<br><br>And his words, his voice- Leaden, dull. Worn, really, filled with the appropriate measured dispassion. "Put to the flames and the cleansing sword. The Fallen are in full flight; Doubtless, with the deaths of their shaman, the tribes will retreat to the hills. Surely, this should turn the tide...For the forces of Order, of course." <br><br>The paladin- former, he reminded himself, in the seething depths of his mind- cradled his helmet in one hand, his thrice-hammered shield in the other, neither bearing the symbols he'd once lovingly etched on their polished surfaces. As his last words came to a clipped halt, the man merely stood, awaiting the answer...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 21:49:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"So, Zindel," Kashya said, circling him as he stood after his report in the centre of the rogue encampment, "You've cleansed the Den of Evil."&nbsp; She glanced at him, the movement of her head sending ripples through the mane of chestnut hare that crowned her head.&nbsp; Zindel couldn't but help to draw comparisons between the leader of the rogue army and the rogue who had taken him and opened up within him his capacity for darkness.&nbsp; Both had the same military bearing, the same statuesque figure with almost heroic curves but there the similarities ended.&nbsp; Kashya's beauty was that of a vibrant living woman.&nbsp; Hardened by the trials she had faced, yes, but nonetheless alive and filled with vitality.&nbsp; It shone from within her, in the ruddy health of her complexion and in the vibrant russet of her hair.<br><br>His rogue- he could think of her no other way, though he doubted perhaps that she was less his than he hers- was like the pallid moonlight compared with Kashya's sun.&nbsp; Her hair fell like glossy shadows over her opalescent skin and- though her skin was almost unhealthily warm to the touch- she seemed as if she were moulded from the moon's cold light.&nbsp; Her touch spoke nothing of vitality but rather of hunger, a hunger that had awoken an equal hunger in him and, Zindel thought, looking at Kashya, he could not imagine the rogue encampment's commander screaming with the abandoned ecstasy that his rogue had while she coupled with him.&nbsp; Indeed, beautiful as she was, Zindel could not imagine his rogue coupling with anyone.<br><br>"Are you listening, Zindel."&nbsp; Kashya's voice cut through his reverie and he looked at her to see she was looking at him curiously.&nbsp; "I <em>had </em>said that I don't normally send one of my scouts into the field with an outsider, but I should like you to take Charya here to reconnoitre the Den so that she can verify your story."&nbsp; Kashya gestured to a young rogue with wheaten hair and clear blue eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 12:35:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"But of course," Zindel started, dragging his thoughts away with an effort- His face firmed, new resolve glinting in his eyes...Resolve for what, though, even he could not say. His eyes went to Charya, taking in the clear blue of her eyes, the flaxen glow of her hair- And perhaps lingering a bit longer than usual on her form than before. <br><br>Still, he brought his fist to his chest with a dull <em>thud</em>, his gauntlet echoing hollowly against his armor in the time-honored salute of the Order. "We should depart immediately, then," the (former) paladin said, directing his words to the younger Rogue, his voice shaded with subtle warmth; It was odd, how quickly the skills of manipulation, of deceit, returned. Troubling...<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>16-12-2008, 00:29:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh yes, Sir Knight," Charya replied, looking at him with doe eyed admiration as she hurried to his side.&nbsp; "I'm yours to command."&nbsp; She stood very close to him, her head tilted towards him deferentially.&nbsp; He was, as far as she could see, the complete hero, the shining knight who had cleansed the den of evil.&nbsp; "It is an honour to serve under you," she said as they left the camp.&nbsp; "You must have great skill and marvellous prowess to have dealt with the evil of the den.&nbsp; I would be very grateful to accept any instruction you might be able to give me."<br><br>Again, as she spoke, Charya gazed at Zindel with an admiration that was almost palpable.&nbsp; Her eyes shone and as she waited for his reply her bosom rose and fell within the leather corset of her rogue's uniform as she breathed.&nbsp; Every now and then, her hand would reach out to him and then pull away, as if she were reaching out to touch him to check if he were really as marvellous a hero as he seemed, as if a simple touch could grant her some of his skill.<br><br>"The moors are quiet, tonight, Sir Knight," she said, smiling at him.&nbsp; "I can only think that news of your great victory has made the unclean beasts flee in terror."&nbsp; She stopped, pausing to look at him closely, her great eyes drinking in every line of his visage.&nbsp; "Soon, perhaps, the local people will be able to reclaim their homes, like that cabin over there."&nbsp; As luck would have it, Charya gestured to the very cabin where Zindel had met his dark rogue for the first time...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 12:47:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zindel felt a brief flicker of portent at Charya's gesture, even as his gaze met the lovely rogue's; He held it for a long, lingering moment, before he broke the contact, following her pointing finger...<br><br>"May that time be soon," he answered, his voice firm and strident- Every inch the hero she expected him to be. Somewhere, a lone howl cut through the darkening night, as a frost-rimmed wind sliced through the moors; It was cold, and getting colder, his breath puffing in clouds of white mist.<br><br>"The forces of Evil have been struck a great blow," the former paladin murmured, sensing the rogue's eyes on him, "Yet worse things lurk within the night, where their forces are strongest." He motioned for her to follow, turning his steps toward the cabin; "Come, Charya- We should not give them the opportunity. We have travelled far, and have yet a long way to go...But there is no need to face their minions wearied and unready. Our journey will continue, come dawn."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 13:51:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, my Lord," Charya assented as she heard the wisdom in the mighty paladin's words and she followed meekly to the cabin.&nbsp; She could not but help admire his noble bearing and the decisiveness with which he moved.&nbsp; She shook her head, briefly, as she reminded herself that she should not look on him like <em>that</em>, with undue admiration.&nbsp; Yes, he was undoubtedly a great hero, noble and handsome, but he was a paladin, beyond such earthly concerns as fleshly desire just as she, as a sister of the Sightless Eye, was supposed to be.<br><br>As she stepped into the cabin, she looked around to take in the surroundings before moving to the hearth.&nbsp; There she bent to set the fire, her pert behind offered to the paladin's gaze.&nbsp; The tight leather of her breeches moulded itself to the sculpted mounds of her rear as it wriggled with her efforts to strike the flint and set light to the fire.&nbsp; Soon the task was done and she straightened and turned to him, her face bright with success.&nbsp; Her eyes skittered away from his as she remembered how the intensity of his gaze had afflicted her earlier with thoughts unbecoming one of the sisters.<br><br>"We should draw up a plan for the watches, my Lord," she said, cursing herself for the slightly breathy emphasis with which she had said the honorific.&nbsp; She must not burden him with even the slightest suspicion that she harboured any thoughts other than those of a well trained warrior.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>25-12-2008, 03:09:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zindel nodded, approvingly- He'd glimpsed the flicker of interest in her eyes, and followed the soft, feminine curves of her body with his gaze; There was an air of tension to this Rogue, the way she glanced away at the last moment, the pleasant discomfort that lent new meaning to her motions...<br><br>"I should take first watch," he suggested, meeting her gaze, holding it; "In four hours, I'll awaken you, and exchange duties...Unless you have other plans, my Lady?" the former paladin kept his tone deceptively mild, allowing her to draw her own meaning from his words; He tipped his head slightly, smiling faintly, letting the comfortable awkwardness of the moment extend- Waiting for her to speak.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>25-12-2008, 21:48:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your lady?" Charya asked, her eyes going wide and her neck and cheeks flushing.&nbsp; "You do me to much honour, my Lord.&nbsp; I am but a sister of the Sightless Eye, barely more than a novice."&nbsp; She turned and stoop, absently smoothing her leathers down over her figure.&nbsp; She met his eyes again, briefly, and then turned away and wandered over to the bed. "It is not my place to suggest anything, my Lord; Kashya was quite clear."&nbsp; She looked dubiously at the bed and then sat down, crossing her legs.<br><br>"I am here, my Lord, as support, to serve under you and to provide assistance whatever comes up."&nbsp; She shook her head.&nbsp; "I am yours to command in this expedition."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>26-12-2008, 11:47:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is that so?" Zindel murmured; Greatly daring, he brought one hand up, slowly, to trace the delicate curve of her strong, elegant jaw, brushing a strand of hair away from her face- This close, leaning toward her, he could feel the little gasp in her throat, the warmth of her breath on his cheek...<br><br>"Such a lovely face; Such modesty." Gently, he let go, though the warmth of her skin still lingered on his fingertips. "Surely you have the confidence to follow? Out here, you are not my underling, but my partner, my comrade; I lead not by words, but by example."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>26-12-2008, 17:41:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charya stifled a gasp as the paladin's finger caressed her jawline and it was only the strength of her training that kept her from trembling.&nbsp; Such contact was frowned upon, forbidden and... Her mind shied away from considering if it was what she secretly wanted- it was simply wrong and, in any case, he was a paladin: there was no possibility that he could want anything other than her loyalty in battle.<br><br>As his finger withdrew from its caress, she wavered where she stood, swaying a little.&nbsp; It was partly the effect of his touch that had so affected her but more it was his words.&nbsp; <em>Such a lovely face</em>.&nbsp; Did he really think so?&nbsp; <em>His partner</em>.&nbsp; She could not take such a role, it would not be proper for one so fresh from the novitiate-one whose promotion to sister would still be years away had Blood Raven not betrayed the sisterhood- to take such a high responsibility. Or had the paladin meant another form of partnership?<br><br>"You lead by example, My Lord?" Charya asked with a voice little louder than a whisper.&nbsp; As she looked up into his eyes, her pupils dilated and her voice became a whisper in truth, her words oddly formal and archaic.&nbsp; "Whither wilt thou lead me, my Lord?&nbsp; I place myself in thy hands."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 07:16:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zindel felt the soft tremor in her voice, the play of her breasts against her leather bustier as Charya looked up into his eyes; Wordlessly, gently, he let his hand slid down, pausing for a moment to feel the Rogue's pulse fluttering beneath his fingers. The former paladin half-knelt, guiding her gaze, so they were on the same level for a long moment...<br><br>Then, ever-so-slowly, he leaned toward her, bringing his mouth toward her trembling lips for a kiss. He sensed more than felt her lips part, a moment before contact, as he twined his fingers in her russet hair, caressing them, guding the Rogue forward...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 22:04:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charya gasped against the paladin's lips as she felt them press against her own.&nbsp; Her eyes widened and she moulded herself against him, giving herself up to the moment and to the masculine presence holding her.&nbsp; Was he not exactly as the heroes she had dreamed of as a child?&nbsp; And out here, who would know...<br><br>"No," she whispered, her voice breathy and trembling.&nbsp; "It is not right, my Lord.&nbsp; To go further would rob you of your sanctity, of the purity of your resolve."&nbsp; She pushed against his chest, to free herself from his grip, her breasts rising and falling with the force of her breathing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 09:46:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The former paladin felt Charya draw closer and pull away at once, her soft, lissome body rippling against his, even as her mouth formed a weak, half-hearted protest; Zindel stifled them, kissing her again, his hands stealing beneath the surface of her tight leather armor, drawing it up and away. Her eyes twisted shut as she gasped softly, his palms rolling against her stiffening nipples, cupping her succulent breasts in his hands.<br><br>With a sigh of relish, he slipped a wandering hand down her silky smooth waist to press against her moistening slit, pinching one of her fat nipples, leaning into muffled her moans- and her thoughts- with a deep tongue-kiss, drawing her deeper into the pleasure of the moment...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 14:30:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charya groaned against the knight's lips, caught between the pleasure of surrendering to his touches and caresses and the guilt of breaking her vows.&nbsp; She trembled in his arms, though even she did not know which of these two emotions caused her muscles to quiver.&nbsp; With a moan that might have been of desire, he pulled her lips from his and began backing away.&nbsp; Her hands, however, betrayed her attempt to preserve her chastity and held on to him, with the effect that she found herself pulling him after her to the bed.<br><br>Charya had forgotten that the bed was behind her and, before she realised it, the edge of the bed was pressing so firmly against her calves that momentum caused her to lose her balance.&nbsp; With a gasp, she toppled backwards on to the mattress, her treacherous fingers gripping enough of the paladin's surcoat to pull him on top of her.<br><br><em>The dark presence, whose influence had seeped insidiously into the paladin when Skourra had seduced him began to exert itself in his mind.&nbsp; It conjured a memory of how good it had felt to give in to the corruption, how good it had felt to receive the taint and it now offered the promise of a further dark reward if he took Charya there and then and passed the taint on to her.&nbsp; It was as if a soft, seductively sweet voice was whispering in the ignoble knight's ear: "Take her virginity and then take her to the den so she can start her journey to corruption and so that you can receive your true reward."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 11:39:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zindel fell atop the lovely Rogue as she pulled him to the bed, his weight balanced on splayed hands; His blood burned at the feel of the soft, nubile body moving beneath his, her half-hearted protests fading to mingled moans as they rocked together. He relished the play of Charya's taut muscles in her thighs, her heaving bosom straining against her tight leather bustier, every breath coming harder and harder-<br><br>The former paladin pinned her beneath his form, his mouth meeting hers again, smothering Charya's gasps and whimpered protestations; His manhood, already rock-hard from the delight of the sweet, virginal flesh pressing against him, half-embracing him, bulged beneath the laces of his trousers, even as his strong hands closed on her close-fitting leather armor, tugging it up and away...<br><br>A low, soft sigh hissed from Zindel's lips, as the girl's breasts were finally revealed, their succulent fullness glistening with a thin sheen of her sweat; His fingers cupped them, stroking the smooth flesh, lavishing attention upon them- *loving* them- as he caressed her, relishing the way her lovely body tensed and unclenched, like putty in his hands.<br><br>"I want you, Charya," he whispered, into the curve of her pale neck, guiding her leather-sheath legs to curl about his waist, pulling his closer; The former knight slowly, tenderly , explored the novice's Rogue's lush body, already dreaming of the reward her would soon receive...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 23:58:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh!" Charya exclaimed, as his hands closed upon the globes of her breasts.&nbsp; Unconsciously, she arched her back, pressing them up into the paladin's fingers.&nbsp; This was wrong, but it felt so compelling.&nbsp; How could something forbidden feel so good?&nbsp; However, while she was trying to think through these bewildering sensations, the not-so-noble night was exposing more of her to his caresses and, eventually, all she could think was, nobody will know, this might by my only chance to feel what it's like.<br><br>"Please," she whispered, "You can't..."&nbsp; She swallowed and added, "Stop..."&nbsp; Suddenly she bucked agaisnt him as the knight's lips closed over a nipple and sucked.&nbsp; Then she spoke again, repeating the words and giving them a whole new meaning.&nbsp; "You can't stop."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 14:05:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"You can't stop."</em><br><br>At the soft, half-whispered invitation, Zindel's hands worked their magic, wandering down the smooth curve of Charya's hips, delving between her silken thighs; Her low, aroused moans spurred him on, even as his lips tugged at the hard bud of her nipple, nipping her ever-so-slightly...He could feel his own lust, his own desire for the lovely Rogue churning in his mind, the little glad tremors of her form pressing her wonderfully against him- In a way, this slow, erotic seduction was better than his own conversion, allowing him to take his time, to guide Charya into her own temptation.<br><br>The Rogue's resistance, already cracking, crumbled entirely as her arms curled around him, his shaft hot and eager against her skin; He grinned inwardly at her growing wetness, sucking eagerly at her erect nipple as his fingers starts to work in and out of her tight slit with rising fierceness. Deeper and deeper he probed, his fingers racing to press against her moist interior, her back arcing as her hips ground against him! The ignoble knight tugged his confining pants out of the way with a violent jerk, a soft groan parting his lips as his manhood bumped against her, aching to force himself in her lovely form...<br><br>Somehow, Zindel held back, teasing her relentlessly, until Charya shuddered in his arms, writhing for release; He wanted her to *want* it as much as he did, to enjoy her own claiming...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Andariel's Minions (Iridum248 and Neroon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 00:11:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The paladin's teasing was more than Charya could bear and she moaned in his arms, desperate for more,&nbsp; How it had come to this, she had no idea, but now that their naked bodies were entwined, she wanted nothing other than to see this through to the end.&nbsp; After all, nobody but them would ever know, nobody would know how she had not just let this man take her but that she had wanted it, had begged for it, had in the end taken him.<br><br>For that is what she did, take him.&nbsp; She slid her hands down to the small of his back, opening her legs wide and, arching her back, she bucked upwards, even as her hands thrust down on the knights back, forcing him into her.&nbsp; There was a moment's resistance at first and then suddenly, miraculously it seemed, he was within her and she writhed beneath him, desperate for the warm friction she had felt as he entered her.&nbsp; Her fingers curled into claws and she pulled them up, raking his back with her nails as shethrew her head back to pant, wantonly, "More, give me more."
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