Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint & Haloriel]
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				Title: <strong>Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>25-12-2011, 14:57:30</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Mesornis.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>A tale most dark is spun on pages intended for a dance of devils - and meant only for true guile.&nbsp; A story of seduction and heated desires, read a spell and stay a while.</em></span></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>25-12-2011, 15:31:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c2/FireQueenB.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span> Queen Regnant of Lesaria, Aelireth Silverdawn.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span> Temple District of Mesornis, Lesaria; Silver Palace; Queen’s Chapel<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span> Year of the Rose, 6549 - Midsummer’s Eve, Nearing the Festival of Fires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Music Inspiration:</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>'Hungarian Dance No. 11 in D Minor(J. Brahms)'</em> - István Bogár, Budapest Symphony Orchestra (http://youtu.be/jf_k1hRYCkQ)</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Sitting through court hearings was something she had never enjoyed, and less so on this day, which had been withering with annoyance beyond compare.&nbsp; They all wanted, or needed something, and days like this, when reports from the front were less clear than other days made it difficult being Queen.&nbsp; It was for&nbsp; that reason she knelt at the altar of the Green Mother - not because she was frightened.&nbsp; It was the eve of midsummer, and the festival of fires, celebrating the rebirth of the world through flame would begin at sunset.&nbsp; Fitting … or, at least it would have been if not for all the trouble of late.<br><br>Or so Aelireth continued to attempt to convince herself.&nbsp; It was imagination that her heart seemed to want to leap from her chest for reasons unexplained, and the very air in the room seemed to strangle her - and the secrets she kept with it.&nbsp; It had been years now that Lesaria was under siege by that blasted Emperor, and recently, it had all simply stopped - the battles - without a word - to a large degree because she continued to disagree with her council.&nbsp; Yet, the city of Mesornis - the shining capital was as beautiful as ever.&nbsp; It was somewhat difficult still to tell that there had been war for as long as had been the case … indeed, it had gone on for longer than she could even recall.&nbsp; Most people did not recall just how long they had been fighting.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Mordovia.</em>&nbsp; The bane of all her days.<br><br><em>“I cannot do this, mother,”</em> Aelireth whispered, tears glistening in her blue-hazel eyes.&nbsp; Her brows were a deep brown - like the colour of richest wood bark that one found deep in the forests that her people tended to avoid - in match to the hair hidden beneath her hat and crown.&nbsp; Her father - King Aerethis II and her mother, the former Queen Consort Silesia would be rolling in their graves from all of this.&nbsp; Her heart burned to see them again, but - one could not speak to the dead without a price - one that the Queen was not willing to pay. <br><br><em>“For the beasts of old roam there, and would devour us whole should we trespass …”</em> the Queen murmured.&nbsp; Her private chapel made things easier - usually on most days save today.&nbsp; From dawn, it seemed that nothing had gone the way she had wanted at all.&nbsp; She was not the tallest of women, being a petite lady with a richly curved form.&nbsp; The gown she wore was dark of hue, like the midnight blue of the sky above at night when all those with wisdom and good souls slept for the tasting of dreams they would never claim nor hope to hold.&nbsp; The warm, sea touched breezes moved through the high, elegant windows of the chapel, and were calming, gentle.&nbsp; It was always warm in Lesaria, due their position so near to the sea and largely composed of the most fertile islands in the world.<br><br>The marbled floor Aelireth knelt upon was swept clean, meeting the stones of the walls that rose high and nigh on forever - both a soft, muted grey in hue that one could see ‘round the tapestries.&nbsp; It was here she’d fled after the meeting of her council, though she knew Baron Andras would find her soon.&nbsp; It was never an easy thing to hide from the man that had served her father before her, and was the culprit in this&nbsp; foul bargain that she ‘must needs agree to post haste’.&nbsp; <br><br>There was one thing above most that the Queen did not prefer, and that was being told what to do as if she were not the Queen both in fact and anointed by the High Priest of the Sun Temple.&nbsp; A shiver moved down her spine as again for the third time that day alone, her flesh seemed to grow over warm to a most uncomfortable degree, and from her hands slid fire in blues and reds, curling down her arms.&nbsp; She hardly managed to bite back a scream as there was a pounding on the Chapel doors.&nbsp; It was a secret that would mean her death if they even saw.&nbsp; Fire magic … was the one single thing that had been outlawed for a thousand years in Lesaria, and not even she had been able to change that.<br><br><em>“Your Majesty, if you please.&nbsp; Baron Andras desires to have speech with you.”</em><br><br><em>“Send him away,”</em> she snarled in reply.&nbsp; <em>“We have no desire to have speech with him.&nbsp; The gentleman in question is lucky to yet retain his head!&nbsp; We … no.&nbsp; I know you are there Andras.&nbsp; I will not surrender Lesaria to anyone.&nbsp; I should rather die first.&nbsp; That you would suggest such a course to us speaks of the traitor’s path.”</em>&nbsp; <br><br>The fact that the Mordovians could probably grant that wish was besides the point, of course.&nbsp; Aelireth leaned her forehead against the marble of the altar, her breathing having come quick and unsteady.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“You can handle this.&nbsp; It is a small thing.&nbsp; They cannot know, Aelireth.&nbsp; Witches’ flame is … the last thing you need right now.”</em>&nbsp; <br><br>For a long moment, she wanted to cry in addition to screaming.&nbsp; All of this … it was simply too much.&nbsp; What she would not give for someone to guide her, she thought briefly.&nbsp; The cynical laugh, so bitter in tone that followed ended on a soft, heavy sigh.<br><br>Like the others - she was certain that Andras was in the pay of the Emperor.&nbsp; Initially, her chief councillor had been loathe to even so much as broker with the Mordovians.&nbsp; Yet, it was strangely after a forced trading of&nbsp; Ambassadors - her council overruled her veto - which was the point of these meetings to restrict her power - another document she had been forced to sign through trickery - that Baron Andras had completely changed his tune.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“… As if he were under an enchantment,”</em> she mused aloud.&nbsp; Of course, that was hardly possible as her councilmen - and two women were masters of magic in their own right - and the highest nobles in the land.&nbsp; The entire nonsense was precisely that - nonsense.&nbsp; Rising to her feet abruptly, Aelireth kicked at a pew to only near land on her backside as a result of smashing her dainty foot into solid stone.<br><br><em>“Blast the heavens.”</em>&nbsp; Striding down the aisle way, she flung the Chapel doors open - her private Chapel in the Silver Palace - and stared down Baron Andras, his secretary, and the two knights standing guard nearest the door way.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“You realise that soulless Emperor only seeks to destroy us.&nbsp; He only wants what is MY birthright.&nbsp; You realise they say he is nothing but a cretin, and a feeble minded wastrel?&nbsp; And those are only the kindest rumours I have chanced to hear.”</em><br><br>She paused, yet not enough to allow Andras to actually speak.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“If I did not know better, I would think you beloved of him than myself, your Queen!”</em>&nbsp; Her blue-hazel eyes flashed a strange, pure gold for moments, causing the Baron to flinch slightly.&nbsp; She was a strange woman, their Queen, yet he dared not question it.&nbsp; The deal that the council and made with the Emperor had to stand instead of that.&nbsp; One did not allow a woman to make war, and this ... had been proof of it, he knew. <br><br><em>“Your Majesty, please.&nbsp; If you would but hear us out in this.&nbsp; It is for the best … you realise, taking a step toward more than the current cease fire would save lives.” </em> <br><br>Andras was a middling tall man, with dark brown hair that had begun to thin on top, yet made him no less handsome for all of it.&nbsp; His eyes were a sharp green as yet, though he’d begun to shift toward middle age.<br><br><em>“You need only meet with him.&nbsp; That is all … truly, my Queen … what harm could it do?”</em><br><br>She watched the Baron raise his brows with folded arms and an irritated, frustrated expression.&nbsp; Her lips, which were to the faintest degree too wide and full for her face, pressed to a thin line.&nbsp; The soft blue lace ruffle at her neck just touched a fine jawline and made her eyes look all the more bright in colour.&nbsp; Sighing, Aelireth stepped forward, the heels of her boots echoing upon the stone floor as she stepped forward - allowing the knights at her back to close the chapel doors simultaneously.<br><br><em>“I believe that he’ll steal everything and anything that matters.&nbsp; That is what harm it could do.&nbsp; Yet I am loathe to ignore my entire council - even if I suspect you’ve all been subverted by those … people.&nbsp; They are not even as civilised as we are!”</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Lesaria had easily a population of a couple of million souls, half of which lived in and around the capital herself.&nbsp; It was a clean place, with little to no pollution marring the stone and marble dwellings - and the entire city was divided in a clever configuration of a circle.&nbsp; The hall the pair walked down in an uneasy truce was elegant, and held a décor in match to the soft grey and silver-white stone of the palace.&nbsp; Tapestries displaying the Silverdawn crest lay upon the customary field of hunter green with a silver stag in the centre positioned beneath a silver sun. <br><br>The knights fell in behind the Queen and her head Councillor, with Andras’ aide falling in line after.&nbsp; Out of the windows one could actually see the city, with the bustling trade district in the south, and a magical quarter of the city in the north which housed the Wizarding Tower.&nbsp; The centre of the city, which held the Queen’s Silver Palace, was the Temple District for good reason.&nbsp; It held among the most beautiful buildings in the city.<br><br>Aelireth snarled again under her breath as Andras continued to try and sway her with chattering and arguments.&nbsp; After several minutes of walking, she halted him upon reaching the council chambers with a gloved hand placed upon the man’s arm.&nbsp; Her blue-hazel eyes bored into his own - direct for one as young as she was.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“Arrange a meeting, and do it quickly before I change my mind.&nbsp; I shall be in the Green Chambers for the afternoon.&nbsp; That will be your only chance.”</em><br><br><em>“My Queen, your people give thank--”</em>&nbsp; The Queen's sharp words cut off Baron Andras' appeasement.<br><br><em>“Save it.&nbsp; I desire not to hear any more of your foolish drivel.”</em><br><br>The door slammed in Andras’ face; Aelireth leaned against the other side, her frustration mounting by the moment, while her Head Councilman secretly hoped this would take the young Queen down a peg.&nbsp; It tore at his pride to have dealt with the woman even this long ... but no more, Andras vowed.<br><br><em>"No more of this,"</em> Aelireth whispered.&nbsp; <em>"I shan't take any more of their games."</em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>30-12-2011, 06:26:12</strong>
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				<strong>Emperor Reynard XII</strong><br><br>He sits reading at the desk in his study, high in the Emperor’s Tower of the Imperial Palace.&nbsp; His office and study is at the highest point in the city of Heidelrich, capital of Mordovia and the Mordovian Empire, as is befitting of an Emperor.&nbsp; Not even the Wizarding tower is so tall, nor the steeples, minarets, bell towers and other vertical structures of the various churches, synagogues, mosques, mandirs, pagodas, meetinghouses, and temples that represent all the various religious of the empire, even the misguided sect that worships the Emperor. <br><br>The view is breathtaking from up here, and encompasses not only the city but virtually all of Mordovia.&nbsp; And it takes but a little imagination to suggest, as some have, that on a clear day one can see the entire empire, stretched out in every direction of one.&nbsp; So it is not entirely surprising, that the Emperor’s mind is turned in that particular direction ... toward the Chedachean Mountains, and Lesaria on the other side.<br><br>Even the Emperor, of course, can not see over the mountains, but he has his eyes on the other side.&nbsp; Goings on in Mesornis, the shining capital of Lesaria, are not unknown to him, not even goings on in the Queen’s council room.&nbsp; Lesaria is, of course of significant interest, as the only country on the continent not yet assimilated into the Mordovian Empire.&nbsp; Given, of course, that he has Lesaria besieged and blockaded, by land and by sea, the Emperor need only raise his hand and the country could be his within days, perhaps even hours.&nbsp; But he has no real need to do so; indeed, his current intention is quite different.&nbsp; So he waits.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/BeowulfWarrior/AvatarPossibilities/Emperor1.jpg)</div>No doubt, the general impression everywhere is that Reynard XII is an impatient man, anxious to complete the Empire’s dominion of the entire continent, the crowning achievement of the Reynardian Dynasty.&nbsp; Certainly his public demeanor would suggest such.&nbsp; He is imposing, adamant, decisive, and tenacious; he moves with a sense of purpose in his every stride.&nbsp; There are few who can look upon his visage for the first time without a bit of trepidation, given his ferociously scarred face and his suit of armor that seems made of flames and stygian darkness.&nbsp; The Emperor gets what he wants, generally when he wants it.&nbsp; <br><br>But, in truth, Emperor Reynard XII is likely the most patient sentient being in the world, though there are those who say that he is more monster than man.&nbsp; He does not deny the charge, of course, nor the one that he uses magics to aid in his victories, and seems to be everywhere at once.&nbsp; A little bit of fear goes a long way in easing the path to conquest, as well as in ruling thereafter.&nbsp; But the Emperor has good reason for his patience, at least to his thinking, which not even the Imperial Senate would gainsay.&nbsp; After all the Empire is vast and prosperous; it’s Citizens are generally well fed, healthy secure, and gainfully employed.&nbsp; That is no mean accomplishment for twelve generations of Reynardian rulers, especially given how it all started.<br><br><br>Mordovia is, in many ways, the crossroads of the continent, but landlocked. Blocked from the sea by Lesaria, and formerly surrounded by hostile powers, all paths of trade and conquest had led across Mordovia.&nbsp; Too often, over past centuries it had been plundered, pacified, Balkanized, or otherwise violated by it’s neighbors, its own monarchy addled by inbreeding and corruption to incapacity ... until the Reynardian coup.<br><br>Nobody (save one) to this day is quite sure of the hereditary background of Raynard I, other than that he had risen in rank within the military, and quietly accumulated a power base, while the Royalty and Nobility of the land weren’t watching and nobody was invading at the time.&nbsp; &nbsp;Most accounts suggest that his background was military intelligence, though none would deny that he became an exceedingly successful General, before deposing and disposing of the entire Royal family, who went to their ignominious ends almost entirely unmourned.&nbsp; For a Tyrant,&nbsp; the first Reynard was an exceptionally good leader.&nbsp; The Mordavian military was built up, the infrastructure began to work again, the borders became semi-secure for the first time in centuries.&nbsp; People went back to work, and built, hopeful of a future as something other than the doormat of the continent.&nbsp; <br><br>There was one matter of discontent, however, which eventually became a public outcry and source of demonstrations.&nbsp; The population did not take readily to being ruled by a Tyrant, as it offended the public sensibilities.&nbsp; So after numerous public demonstrations, and a unanimous act of the Parliament (such as it was) Reynard I, ten years into his reign was declared King and absolute hereditary monarch.&nbsp; Thus began the Reynardian Dynasty, which rules to this day.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>There have always been rumors about the successive Reynards and their families, whispers and suggestions of dark intrigues in the palace that ensured an orderly succession of eminently capable and determined Emperors over the years.&nbsp; That the Reynards have had certain magical powers is a matter not unknown in the land, and even acknowledged by the Wizard’s Tower, which has had good relationships with the Monarchy ever since the unsuccessful and bloody Wizard’s counter coup in the reign of Reynard III.&nbsp; Subsequent to that, the Monarchy, the Wizardry, the civilian government and the Military have been all of one accord, their efforts aimed at making the land prosper, keeping it safe, and expanding it’s influence. <br><br>Mordovia itself, while it has rich croplands on it’s high plateaus and precious metals in the mountains, has always had to rely upon trade for it’s continued existence.&nbsp; So it is not surprising that its previously dominant neighbors began to take notice, and exercising economic squeezes where military ones met with failure.&nbsp; These led to the securitization era under Reynard IV – VI, when Belaria, Mulgrovia, and Tildavia fell under Mordovian influence and then rule.&nbsp; King Reynard VI was the first to be named Emperor, which led to a widespread reaction over the rest of the continent, somewhat too late to contain the expanding military might of the Mordovian Empire.&nbsp; <br><br><br>The Emperor himself became of mythic proportions in the eyes of the public, seemingly able to be in Mordavia one day, and across the continent the next.&nbsp; But the people prospered, the military thrived, the land grew richer, so the Empire expanded under Reynard VII-XII until the inevitable acquiescence last year of the previously neutral Serenia.&nbsp; That left only one country not within the Empire.&nbsp; Emperor Reynard had saved the best victory for last, or so it was widely believed.&nbsp; Though having besieged Lesaria by land and sea, the Emperor now pursues a somewhat different policy, somewhat to the surprise of one and all, in proposing an alliance of sorts, if a very peculiar one.&nbsp; <br><br>Emissaries had been traded for the first time in nearly two centuries, and discussions had ensued.&nbsp; However the Emperor’s overtures have not been well received by the Lesarian Queen, Aelireth Silverdawn, even though they have been cautiously endorsed by her Council.&nbsp; There are few rulers who would dare openly oppose the Emperor, especially with the prospect of oblivion for herself and her country quite imminent on her borders.&nbsp; But Reynard is hardly surprised, for there are few rulers like Queen Aelireth, which is why he is offering the alliance in the first place.&nbsp; <br><br>There are political reasons, of course, for alliance, as well as military and logistical ones, and certainly the Emperor holds a long term perspective.&nbsp; But he knows quite a bit about Queen Aelireth, having even observed her at close hand on more than one occasion, though she knows little enough about him.&nbsp; He knows that she is not a woman to be forced to the bargaining table.&nbsp; ‘She will come willingly, or not at all,’ which quite suits Reynard’s purposes ... for he has an offer for the Queen herself, that she may not be able to refuse, so long as it is by her own choice.&nbsp; So he waits … for the Queen to convince herself … even though she really as little choice.&nbsp; Quite intentionally on his part, her options are extremely limited.&nbsp; But, true to his reputation, he will bargain honestly, and in good faith.&nbsp; <br><br><br>Some time later, there is a knock at the Emperor’s door, actually a bit earlier than expected.&nbsp; He is unsurprised to hear that a meeting has been arranged for this very night, on demonstrably neutral territory, a private meeting for only himself and the Queen.&nbsp; While he may have made his overtures through her Council, the deal he will offer is for her alone: to know, to decide, and to inform others as she chooses.&nbsp; Whatever their respective situations, he will meet her more or less as an equal.&nbsp; He thanks the messenger and dismisses him, then attends to his own appearance, and gathers what he will bring with him.&nbsp; <br><br>Then the Emperor Raynard XII teleports himself to the prepared, protected, and sealed meeting room in the Mordovian Witching Tower.&nbsp; There, he will await Queen Aelireth, who will be teleported there alone from the Lesarian Witching Tower.&nbsp; Once he arrives, Reynard pours two goblets of red wine, taking one to his seat while leaving the other on the table.&nbsp; Then, with a wave of his hand, he extinguishes all the candles in the room, save the one next to the goblet on the table, leaving most of the room in virtual darkness as he awaits the Queen.&nbsp; The only sources of light are the lone candle, and the flame-like glow coming from the Emperor's armor.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>31-12-2011, 22:26:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/FireQueenA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span> Queen Regnant of Lesaria, Aelireth Silverdawn.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span> Temple District of Mesornis, Lesaria; Silver Palace; Green Chambers - then Mordovian Witching Tower<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span> Year of the Rose, 6549 - Midsummer’s Eve, Nearing the Festival of Fires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Music Inspiration:</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>'Hungarian Dance No. 11 in D Minor(J. Brahms)'</em> - István Bogár, Budapest Symphony Orchestra (http://youtu.be/jf_k1hRYCkQ)</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">The green chambers were simple -&nbsp; lacking a true expression of opulence - for Aelireth preferred elegance that was minimal in its mode.&nbsp; For an hour she waited, seated upon a chaise lounge while her councillors likely deliberated as to what to do.&nbsp; She had removed her hat and crown, allowing her hair in its styled curls to flow somewhat free - but only to her shoulders.&nbsp; While she had shown a prideful and regal face to Baron Andras - the truth was that Lesaria was in a difficult mode.&nbsp; The Emperor of Mordovia had them in a precarious position - and could have in truth crushed her country at any moment.<br><br>The Queen stood and walked over to the setting of a game board of Hinds and Hounds that had belonged to her father before her, and as a result previous Kings of the Silverdawn line.&nbsp; The film of dust upon the board had been left from the last time her father had moved a piece upon the board - and the crystalline piece that held within a hand what looked to be a royal sceptre was toppled over on its side.&nbsp; She had not troubled herself to move the pieces since then, though standing in these rooms had her thoughts whirring in rapid form.&nbsp; All of her intelligence received told her that the Emperor generally did not stop in his attempts to get what it was he was after - and it was rare that he did not succeed.&nbsp; <br><br>Turning away from the board that had been abandoned years ago in a better, more idyllic time, Aelireth walked to the tall window framed by gauzy curtains on either side.&nbsp; It was in that moment that the wooden doors some distance behind and to the left of where she stood opened, admitting a tall, lanky gentleman with blonde hair swept back from his angular face.&nbsp; Aelireth turned, and arched a brow.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"So Andras sent you in his stead, I presume?"</em>&nbsp; She eyed the man contemptuously, as this entire difficulty put her in a place as queen that she did not like, and each of her councillors supported the arrangement to meet with the Emperor off of the battlefield rather than on.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"You understand that I would much rather see this out in a fight to the death - than deign to speak to a man that has decided with his lowly lineage that he is worthy of holding everything of worth?&nbsp; Even before the existence of his purported empire, my people never at all troubled the Mordovians!"</em><br><br>The gentleman - whom was the second of the council, and Baron Thanre appealed to Aelireth this time with compassion and plain speech, which had her folding her arms ... and listening.&nbsp; <em>"You would rather we all die, our children and wives raped and sold to whatever noble houses exist in the Mordovian Empire, rather than have speech with a ruler that is like you - firstly a person intent upon protecting their own through what ever means they must, your Majesty?"</em><br><br>Aelireth blinked.&nbsp; <em>"I had not thought about it that way, in truth, Thanre.&nbsp; I only did not wish the Silverdawn legacy destroyed due to the greed of another."</em>&nbsp; Her eyes closed and she leaned against the windowpane, looking around the room with its elegant, beautiful wood-workings.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Surely you can understand that?&nbsp; The common people will not see what you and my council see.&nbsp; They would see a Queen that is weak, and does not stand for her people, but rather the few nobles that squabble at granting soldiers to the army as has always been expected.&nbsp; They instead see the head of their people as a woman, and it troubles them."</em><br><br><em>"My Queen ... we need you to trust us, in this.&nbsp; It is nothing more than a single meeting that involves you attending upon the Wizarding Tower in Mordovia--"</em><br><br>Aelireth snarled low before Baron Thanre could complete his statement, and spoke softly, her words a near whisper for all that they were filled with rage.&nbsp; <em>"You think that I should go and attend on him?&nbsp; Oh, now I believe you have well and truly taken leave of all of your senses!"</em>&nbsp; Her blue-hazel eyes flashed a pure golden hue, giving Thanre pause and blanching his face of all colour.<br><br><em>"No, my Queen.&nbsp; I am but a messenger.&nbsp; The meeting was entirely his suggestion ... and ..."</em>&nbsp; The older man winced a degree.&nbsp; If for nothing else, he noted, the Queen certainly had the Silverdawn temper.<br><br><em>"--And Andras' manoeuvring, I suppose.&nbsp; Is that what you mean to say to me?"</em>&nbsp; Her speech was cold and seemingly beyond consideration, and she paced the room in long strides despite her petite form.<br><br><em>"... Yes, my lady.&nbsp; Our wizards will conduct you to our Tower and through to Mordovia - upon which the Emperor will be ... or rather ... is waiting upon the fact that you would ... ah ... attend."</em><br><br>She halted, and stared daggers at him, and for the second time that day Thanre cursed Andras' existence for placing him in this position.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"You mean to tell me he has already been told that the crown has agreed to this arrangement!?"</em><br><br><em>"I did tell Andras' and the other councillors to speak to you first my lady, but it was beyond--"</em><br><br><em>"Do not speak of a measure being beyond your abilities.&nbsp; I tire of it, and if my mother had not been related to you by blood, Baron Thanre, I would see you dead."</em><br><br>Thanre took a deep breath.&nbsp; <em>"I am honoured that you would spare my meagre life, your majesty.&nbsp; Shall I inform the council of your agreement?"</em><br><br>Aelireth took a moment of silence, and stayed that way for so long that the second Baron of her council began to tremble in his boots.&nbsp; If she took the line that the council had betrayed her - which was technically true - she could indeed see all of them dead or exiled as recompense.&nbsp; Her footfalls in the room were for a time the only sound therein save the soft breaths of her own, and Thanre's fidgeting.&nbsp; After ten minutes passed in that eerie silence, Aelireth turned, laying the full effect of her regal countenance upon her second councillor.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I shall attend ... you might consider informing your co-conspirators that this time, I have chosen to abide by this ruling only due to the fact that I would not desire to see myself, and the council on separate fronts, and have no desire for additional enemies.&nbsp; I shall prepare myself for this meeting forthwith."</em> <br><br>The Queen paused a moment, and then gave a smile that seemed sweet until she spoke again whilst moving toward the doors leading to her private rooms. <em> "I shall deal with the council after my return - and if any of you even so much as think of fleeing - your estates shall be forfeit, and your families my hostages."</em> The slamming of the door was the final statement, causing Thanre to sag against the wall after the Queen's departure.</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">It took only another half hour for her to finish her toilette befitting the audience of another monarch - it being besides the fact that she was not at all in agreement of this meeting, and had allowed herself to be escorted to the Wizarding Tower in a grave reluctance.&nbsp; Her head once more pounded with a headache following each step, pulling her demeanour down a further notch.&nbsp; Her attire was an elegant hunter green with all of the trappings of her house - holding the length of time going back several millennia before Mordovia was even a mere spot in the eye any one of her own ancestors.<br><br>Yet, as it could be said, it mattered not the time that ones line had been in existence if one did not hold the upper hand - and Queen Aelireth of House Silverdawn most assuredly did not.&nbsp; The embroidery upon her cape and gown was a brilliant silver, shaped in the tiny stags of the device of upon the Silverdawn heraldry, and the dual crown of the north and the south lay upon her brow while her deep mahogany hair was swept up in a simple chignon.&nbsp; Fresh water pearls rested upon her ears - an additional statement of the wealth and history of her people.<br><br>So it was that the lady was conducted to the Lesarian Tower with a crowd of the commons following after - even if her councillors did not, the people loved their Queen - and would have fought to the death and beyond in the defence of their lady, and country.&nbsp; Yet it would plainly be politics and greed that would decide the outcome of this war.&nbsp; Aelireth gritted her teeth as the Head Wizard arranged for a portal to be opened to the Mordovia Tower - as her quarrel was not with them.&nbsp; It was with the man on the other side of it that could not keep his nose well enough out of that of her people, and could not be stopped for all of his greed.<br><br>In turning, she managed a smile, then vanished through the portal - of which her men stood guard.<br><br>Yet - upon passing through the portal - she entered a room in near total darkness, save a single candle.&nbsp; It was not at all what she had expected, and cursed roundly this Emperor that though himself worth of so much trouble.&nbsp; Her heeled shoes were an echo in the space, and her gown swept the floors as she looked around for threats.<br><br><em>"It is generally expected that a gentleman - and a royal to boot would not leave a lady of our standing in near complete darkness - be that figurative or literal,"</em> she snapped in rigid, icy tones that belied the flashing gold of her gaze.&nbsp; Aelireth did not move from her place near where the portal still lay, only discernible from the odd stretching of the wall behind her.&nbsp; Folding her arms, she waited - a faint shudder tracing down her spine from the sheer darkness.&nbsp; Spotting the candle upon the table near a single glass of what she presumed had to be wine - she finally took steps toward the table, yet did not deign to even place a finger upon the glass.<br><br><em>"We shall make plain that we have no desire at all to be here.&nbsp; So it is suggested that you state your case with all possible haste."</em>&nbsp; While it would have been far more polite to speak to the man as an equal, Aelireth declined this method, seeing that she had all but been tricked in attending this meeting in the first place.&nbsp; Whether it was the Emperors fault or doing, she truly cared not.&nbsp; As she waited and had drawn closer to the light, that single candle seemed to almost war with the darkness, as if trying to brighten upon its own volition but not entirely succeeding.</span>
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				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>04-01-2012, 10:47:14</strong>
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				<strong>Emperor Reynard XII</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/BeowulfWarrior/AvatarPossibilities/Emperor1.jpg)</div>How long Reynard is kept waiting for the Queen; he does not keep track.&nbsp; He can be very patient, especially when he knows he will be expected to be impatient, after being kept waiting for Queen Aelireth. She has, after all the imperiousness of her father, and little of his tact, from Reynard’s personal observations of them both.&nbsp; But she is young to have come to the throne, and is in a fairly desperate position, so it’s understandable that she is not particularly eager to meet with the one who is the source of half of her headaches.&nbsp; So no doubt she will arrive in high pique, if she deigns to come at all.&nbsp; So, naturally, Reynard’s inclination is to irritate her even further, even though, in truth, he wishes the woman no harm at all.&nbsp; It is quite the contrary.<br><br>He is actually a bit surprised when he senses the portal opening into the his darkened room, having though he would be made to wait even longer than he had seemed to.&nbsp; Given that his eyes are acclimatized to the darkness, he can see she is elegantly dressed in hunter green with silver brocade and heraldic markings.&nbsp; Queen Aelireth is a beautiful woman by any standards, and her form of dress enhances her beauty, though it is a cold beauty she sports with no warmth nor softness in it.&nbsp; Whether she dresses so for him, or for herself, makes little difference.&nbsp; Reynard is impressed either way; indeed, he is impressed that she came at all, even if he does not hasten to convey either of those thoughts to her.&nbsp; He can also hear her mumbling something like curses to herself as she looks around.&nbsp; &nbsp;She is clearly not amused.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><em>"It is generally expected that a gentleman - and a royal to boot would not leave a lady of our standing in near complete darkness - be that figurative or literal."</em><br><br>There is a flare of flame from his armor as he answers her.<br><br>“Ah, good day to you, Your Majesty; thank you for coming.&nbsp; However I was distinctly of the impression that you considered me neither a gentleman nor royal, so I am honored by your words.”<br><br>With a flip of his hand, all of the other candles in the room light at once, giving quite adequate illumination for the shadows to conceal nothing, and certainly not the figure of the Emperor, who is respectfully standing now, though neither bowing to the Queen, nor even nodding.&nbsp; <br><br>“Welcome to Mordovia, Queen Aelireth; I am Reynard and pleased that you have come to chat." <br><br>She is, however, in no mood to bandy pleasantries.<br><br><em>"We shall make plain that we have no desire at all to be here.&nbsp; So it is suggested that you state your case with all possible haste."</em><br><br>He shrugs, eloquently.<br><br>“Ah, then you must pardon my presumption.&nbsp; If you have no desire at all to be here, then I am wasting both of our time, and shall send you back forthwith, with my regrets.”<br><br>He absently flicks his fingers, and the portal to the Lesarian Wizarding Tower opens again.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>“Good day to you, Your Majesty.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 17:55:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/FireQueenA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span> Queen Regnant of Lesaria, Aelireth Silverdawn.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span> Temple District of Mesornis, Lesaria; Silver Palace; Green Chambers - then Mordovian Witching Tower<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span> Year of the Rose, 6549 - Midsummer’s Eve, Nearing the Festival of Fires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Music Inspiration:</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>'Hungarian Dance No. 11 in D Minor(J. Brahms)'</em> - István Bogár, Budapest Symphony Orchestra (http://youtu.be/jf_k1hRYCkQ)</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>The flash of his armour was startling and unexpected - as well as the sudden blooming of candlelight within the room.&nbsp; Her eyes narrowed; the Emperor was taller and held an aura of power she did not foresee.&nbsp; She had in her heart of hearts hoped he would be a bestial ruin, or a bumbling fool, but it seemed she was not to be rewarded upon either front.&nbsp; His manner was polite and neutral - all in all, patient would be the description.&nbsp; That alone had her suspicious, for he did not deign to charm her, merely this Reynard presented what was fact ... as was evident by his sudden reopening of her own portal.<br><br>Aelireth shook her head, slowly.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"No.&nbsp; There will be no departure upon our end until we desire such, and we think you seem not to understand.&nbsp; For you to expect or even desire small chatter when our countries are at war ... and you seek claim to something that is ours by right - is too much."</em>&nbsp; <br><br>The Queen's tone of voice was calm, yet the general warmth around her person had increased almost tenfold - though seemed not to trouble her.&nbsp; The lady began to pace the room, thinking for a time, then the smile she turned upon the Emperor was brittle, and barely hiding her rage.<br><br><em>"You have no idea what we deal with.&nbsp; Our councillors schemed behind our own back to arrange this meeting.&nbsp; Consent was never granted - nay - a royal Queen has been forced to bend by those far lesser than she."</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Aelireth had not intended to explain that, however - her father had always given a man the benefit of positive thoughts, even though this man - in her opinion - deserved such not at all.&nbsp; It was then that she decided to relax the formality of her speech - and afford the man the respect one would give to an equal. <br><br><em>"The purpose of my coming here was not ... to quarrel with you, though I admit your presence on my side of the mountains is not at all wanted."</em>&nbsp; <br><br>She strolled back to the table, and traced her index fingertip over the rim of the wine glass before levelling her gaze upon the man.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I am Aelireth,"</em> she stated simply, with the arrogance of a born monarch in her tone of voice.&nbsp; After a long pause, she lifted the wine glass and quaffed neatly a third of its contents, licking her lower lip to collect a missed drop or three.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Did you not draw me here to this room for a purpose?&nbsp; I will ... listen to what you have to say."</em> <br><br>Caution seemed to rule her now even while the anger in her tone still simmered there, yet had no direction upon him.&nbsp; It was difficult for her to remain silent to discover his next action, yet it seemed important for her to do so - as if her very life rested in the balance between.&nbsp; She would be a fool to trust Emperor Reynard, she suspected - and would try to keep her own cards held to her bosom to the best of her ability.</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 10:29:43</strong>
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				<strong>Emperor Reynard XII</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/BeowulfWarrior/AvatarPossibilities/Emperor1.jpg)</div>Reynard succeeds in surprising her with his use of fire, and perhaps even his appearance surprises.&nbsp; Perhaps she was expecting a monster.&nbsp; He had thought long on how to appear to her, and decided to appear as the he appears to all other humans.&nbsp; But he can assume many forms, some of which are monstrous, and a number that would greatly surprise Queen Aelireth Silverdawn of Lesaria.&nbsp; But, like any wise ruler, he puts great stock in first appearances, as well as in demonstrations of power, though not excessive ones.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Reynard DesMinos, King of Mordovia and Emperor of the Mordovian Empire, is, of course, not a monster … he’s technically an abomination.&nbsp; His birth was the result of the lustful joining Nathan DesMinos, an incubus son of Minos (Lord of the Second Circle of Hell) and a lusty Leanan Sidhe by the name of Lilith.&nbsp; Their fiery mating and mutual draining nearly caused both of them to expire, despite their immortality.&nbsp; As a result, Reynard is a creature of lust and fire, with significant power in the use of both, and the abilities to both inspire those around him and shift shapes.&nbsp; So, even by demonic standards, he is more than a bit dangerous.&nbsp; However, he has no love for the abyss and the constant moans and wails and gnashing of teeth, and even in the Unseely Court he is looked upon with suspicion.&nbsp; So he makes his life among humans, where he passes as a reasonably enlightened, if ambitious ruler … once one gets past the soulless, uncivilized, and lowly lineage parts.&nbsp; <br><br>Queen Aelireth, on the other hand is young and beautiful, volatile, and relatively inexperienced as a ruler, none of which prevent her from being haughty, presumptuous, and dismissive, of course.&nbsp; But she is not a fool, which he knew already, and declines the open portal.<br><br><em>"No. There will be no departure upon our end until we desire such, and we think you seem not to understand. For you to expect or even desire small chatter when our countries are at war ... and you seek claim to something that is ours by right - is too much."</em><br><br>He raises an eyebrow at that.<br><br>“Are we at war then?&nbsp; I had not heard.&nbsp; Have shots been fired, people died, your border violated, or prisoners been taken?&nbsp; &nbsp;But yes, I seek something that is yours by right, so I shall dispense with the small talk if you wish.”<br><br>That the Queen is agitated is relatively clear to Reynard, though she controls it somewhat better now.&nbsp; Reynard does notice however the increase in temperature around her, but when she turns back to him, the direction of her rage surprises him a bit.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"You have no idea what we deal with. Our councillors schemed behind my own back to arrange this meeting. Consent was never granted - nay - a royal Queen has been forced to bend by those far lesser than she."</em><br><br>He nods at the confidence she imparts, looking genuinely sympathetic because he is, though he is tempted to smile at her choice of words.&nbsp; <br><br>“Indeed not; a wise ruler listens, but reserves the choices to oneself; your Councilors are presumptuous, and should be reminded of their places … which is partially why I asked to speak to you alone.”&nbsp; <br><br>There is no mockery in his words, only genuine sincerity.&nbsp; Her Councilors take far too many liberties of their Queen, in his opinion.&nbsp; Whether it is simply her dropping pretenses, or his sympathetic reception of her words, Queen Aelireth is moved to drop the royal we and speak conversationally with him.<br><br><em>"The purpose of my coming here was not ... to quarrel with you, though I admit your presence on my side of the mountains is not at all wanted."</em><br><br>Here he smiles, both at her change of approach and her words.&nbsp; And he agrees with her.<br><br>“Indeed, my presence there would be detrimental to your reign, so it is definitely something we should both aspire to avoid.&nbsp; Thus, it was good of you to come here.”<br><br>She strolls to the table then, toying with the wine glass, before she turns her gaze full on him.<br><br><em>"I am Aelireth,"</em><br><br>Her tone is still haughty, but she gives him leave to call her by name, which is a concession all in itself.&nbsp; And she takes a significant drink of the wine, which is a very brave or trusting thing to do.&nbsp; He smiles as she licks her lips; Aelireth Silverdawn is an inherently sensuous woman, which he senses she does not fully understand.&nbsp; She has the bearing of a Queen, if not the preparation, and she’s intelligent, yet she moves with an unpracticed grace.&nbsp; Undoubtedly, she has had numerous suitors, none of them worthy of her, and all of whom would want what was rightfully hers, without even so much as a conquest.&nbsp; She is everything Reynard expected of her.&nbsp; <br><br>“Well met, Aelireth.”<br><br>But she is very much to the point, now that the preliminary sparring is over, though he suspects that she is no less angry.&nbsp; But there is no overt rancor for him, from her tone, even.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Did you not draw me here to this room for a purpose? I will ... listen to what you have to say."<br><br>He takes a drink of his own wine as he considers her for a moment.<br><br>“That I did, Queen Aelireth, so I shall not try your patience further.<br><br>“I am prepared to offer you an alliance, on terms quite favorable to your reign.&nbsp; The Empire would recognize you as the only rightful ruler of Lesaria, and be prepared to support your reign in every way. <br><br>“The Emperor would never set foot in Lesaria, nor would his troops, and he would only deal with you personally, as the representative of your people, rather than your Council.&nbsp; Lesaria would have free trade with the entire Empire, and Lesaria it’s Queen would stand alone as the only ones not to submit to the empire.”<br><br>“Would such an alliance interest Lesaria’s Queen?”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 05:22:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/FireQueenA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span> Queen Regnant of Lesaria, Aelireth Silverdawn.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span> Temple District of Mesornis, Lesaria; Silver Palace; Green Chambers - then Mordovian Witching Tower<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span> Year of the Rose, 6549 - Midsummer’s Eve, Nearing the Festival of Fires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Music Inspiration:</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>'Hungarian Dance No. 11 in D Minor(J. Brahms)'</em> - István Bogár, Budapest Symphony Orchestra (http://youtu.be/jf_k1hRYCkQ)</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">She gave a thin smile just before taking a deeper drink of the wine.&nbsp; "You have sought what is mine, and you ask me ... a Queen first, and a woman second if we are at war?"&nbsp; Her laughter was sudden, and held a tinge of anger.&nbsp; "Perhaps you have not done enough research to know us Lesarians so well as you might."&nbsp; Her smile widened, and she allowed her even, white teeth to be seen.&nbsp; Though she gave the appearance of being offended, it was more a truth that Aelireth was very amused by the Emperor's reply.&nbsp; It was so very ... male, and in some degree, predictable to her.&nbsp; She stood rigidly, watching Emperor with pursed lips and a wary expression.<br><br>There was something about him that made her not wish to grant trust in any form.&nbsp; Yet the idea that he could send those plentiful troops over the mountains to ravage, and pillage gave her pause from simply refusing and completely declining the offer.&nbsp; It was what she rather would have done, yet the idea that he would resort to trickery, or grant harm was a risk.&nbsp; Her eyes narrowed, and she continued to toy with the glass that was now - only half full of wine.&nbsp; By this point, she had consumed enough so that her departure - when she made it - would not be an insult.&nbsp; Flicking a drop from her lower lip, she placed her hands flat upon the table.<br><br>"Tell me then.&nbsp; Shall I make the presumption that you would simply wrench Lesaria from me should I refuse such a generous offer?&nbsp; I can think of little benefit to this - and I would look a coward among my people."&nbsp; She looked upon him again, and lifted her chin.&nbsp; The thought that she would be forced into a mysterious bargain was frustrating beyond end, but to display that would cause her to lose any possible advantage she might well have continued to hold.&nbsp; <br><br>"If I should take your terms - what is the purpose, and what precisely would you gain of this?&nbsp; What use would you have of dealing solely with me, and not my councillors, or my people?"&nbsp; She did not trust him as far as she could fling him and his admittedly elegant armour into the arms of the rumoured Sea King and the waiting embrace of the Siren and their pet Kraken.<br><br>Slowly Aelireth pushed the glass gently back from the edge of the table, and strode toward the Emperor.&nbsp; "What is it you require of me and mine?&nbsp; Our treasures?&nbsp; My harbour and path to the ocean?"&nbsp; <br><br>Her smile widened.&nbsp; "I am no child, nor servant to be pushed about with secrets and the playing of games I know not the rules to.&nbsp; Would you be willing to allow your own Ambassador speak such words at my court, <em>in public</em>?"&nbsp; It was her thought that he would never agree to such a thing.&nbsp; Sending one's Ambassador to speak in various courts publicly and unguardedly before all was a grave risk few Monarchs would ever take.&nbsp; Unless one was either mad, or had nothing at all to hide - and everyone had secrets.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes narrowed further in thought, and the blue hazel of them seemed to catch the light of the candles.&nbsp; <br><br>"The Midsummer festival approaches, as well you should know if you understand <em>anything</em> of Lesarian culture.&nbsp; Such things matter a great deal to us."&nbsp; She wondered how he might reply, and yet, to herself, she could not deny the allure of open, free trade with the empire -- though there was always a caveat that would make a sweetmeat the most vile things to dine upon.&nbsp; <br><br>Standing a good deal closer - she could see several things that were apparent about the Emperor, one of which was most important in her view.&nbsp; He was a fighter. It made this bargain one of fools and devils - of which the details would matter greatly.&nbsp; Yet, such things had a cost that often was not clear until it was much too late.<br><br><em>What price, power?</em><br><br>"If I do not need to submit to your ... empire - and nor then does my people, what is the purpose?&nbsp; I feel as though you speak in circles 'round me, and I like it not."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>25-01-2012, 16:44:24</strong>
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				<strong>Emperor Reynard XII</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/BeowulfWarrior/AvatarPossibilities/Emperor1.jpg)</div>She takes more of his wine, but quibbles with him.&nbsp; Perhaps she is angry, or perhaps amused; either way she is smugly superior. <br><br><em>"You have sought what is mine, and you ask me ... a Queen first, and a woman second if we are at war? … Perhaps you have not done enough research to know us Lesarians so well as you might."</em><br><br>He takes a sip of his wine, and returns her smile, without the sneer.<br><br>“Perhaps not; it has been several generations since Mordovians were welcome in Lesaria, after all, during which time the only army at the border was Lesarian.<br><br>“But that was not war, of course ... perhaps just protection from our traders?”<br><br>Of course he speaks personally of things that the young queen could not know, other by instruction or rumor.&nbsp; So there is really no point in pursuing the point.&nbsp; After all his army is at her border now.&nbsp; And she tires of the discussion.<br><br><em>"Tell me then. Shall I make the presumption that you would simply wrench Lesaria from me should I refuse such a generous offer? I can think of little benefit to this - and I would look a coward among my people."</em><br><br>He shrugs, conceding that their logic flows in different paths.<br><br>“For a Mordovian, it would be cowardice not to prevent such an outcome if one might.&nbsp; But then, as you say, I do not know Lesarians well.”<br><br>From his perspective, Reynard has offered her what she seemed to want.&nbsp; But she does get more to the point, so perhaps his offer is not so far off target, after all.<br><br><em>"If I should take your terms - what is the purpose, and what precisely would you gain of this? What use would you have of dealing solely with me, and not my councillors, or my people?"</em><br><br>He considers her words. <br><br>“For me personally, there is no gain to dealing with you personally, other than the pleasure of your company, of course.&nbsp; So, if you prefer, I will deal with your Councillors instead.”<br><br>Clearly, she distrusts him, as well she might.&nbsp; But she does finally approach him head on, quite literally so.<br><br><em>"What is it you require of me and mine? Our treasures? My harbour and path to the ocean?"</em><br><br>He laughs.<br><br>“Ah, indeed, I do require something in return, but it is certainly not the harbor and path to the ocean so long denied to Mordovia by your predecessors.&nbsp; As you may have noticed, I have many paths to the sea now.&nbsp; Nor to I covet Lesaria’s treasures … save one …"<br><br>She does not understand , quite yet, though her smile broadens.<br><br><em>"I am no child, nor servant to be pushed about with secrets and the playing of games I know not the rules to. Would you be willing to allow your own Ambassador speak such words at my court, in public?"</em><br><br>Now it is his turn to smile again.<br><br>“I shall gladly allow my own Ambassador to speak such words in your court, should that be your desire ...<br><br>“But before I do, perhaps you might wish to know what it is that I want."<br><br>He takes another sip of his wine, really quite enjoying this.&nbsp; She is everything he hoped that she would be, and more.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"The Midsummer festival approaches, as well you should know if you understand anything of Lesarian culture. Such things matter a great deal to us."</em><br><br>He nods, quite aware of the timing.&nbsp; <br><br>“That would make it a good time to assure your people of peace and prosperity, would it not?” <br><br>She moves closer to him now, and the flames on his armor flicker, at her presence.&nbsp; That surprises him, but in an altogether pleasant way.&nbsp; Certainly there is fire in this woman, perhaps even more than he expected.&nbsp; And more and more he is sure of his course.<br><br><em>"If I do not need to submit to your ... empire - and nor then does my people, what is the purpose? I feel as though you speak in circles 'round me, and I like it not."</em><br><br>Reynard drinks the rest of his cup now, smiling; she is a worthy ruler, if poorly trained and untested.&nbsp; She could indeed be the best ruler of her line, if she allows herself to be.&nbsp; And he finds that he genuinely likes this woman, though he suspects she likes him not.<br><br>“Then I will be direct, Aelireth.”<br><br>“You do not need to submit to my empire, nor do your people.<br><br>“What I want is you, personally."<br><br>He gives her only a moment for that to sink in, before he continues.<br><br>“I would prefer to have you as your are, proud and defiant, and powerful in your own right.&nbsp; Both you and your council underestimate your potential as a ruler.&nbsp; And I have no wish to wrest the rule of Lesaria from you, when it is only you that I want.<br><br>“But I will have you one way or another, though I am prepared to offer you a free choice.&nbsp; <br><br>“If you do not wish to negotiate at all, you will bring unneeded conflict upon your people, and I would be forced to take you in chains as my slave, though that is not what I wish.”<br><br>“If you wish me to negotiate with your council, I will make them an offer that they can’t refuse: an offer of marriage.&nbsp; That would make you Empress, and get you out of their hair so they can rule as they see fit.&nbsp; Make no mistake, you would be a glorious Empress, and I would be proud to have you by my side.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>“Yet, I suspect that might not be so pleasing to you, who were born and raised to rule in your own right.&nbsp; Please do correct me if I misunderstand.”<br><br>His smile is more simple now, and actually quite sincere.<br><br>“Hence my offer to you, personally, Aelireth, if you prefer.<br><br>“I offer you free trade, freedom to rule Lesaria as Queen, as is your destiny, and the full support of the Empire for your reign as an independent allie of the Empire.&nbsp; I will do nothing to interfere with your rule, and my Ambassador will gladly speak to your Councillors of any part of our bargain that you wish conveyed to them.<br><br>“In return I want you, your physical presence here in Mordovia, for let us say two convenient hours each day or night, to be with me as I will.&nbsp; No harm will come to you in doing so, nor diminishment of your stature with your people.&nbsp; I will endeavor to make your visits pleasant. and they can readily be made in secret if you so wish, without even the Wizards involved.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br>“It is your choice, Aelireth.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 01:51:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/FireQueenA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span> Queen Regnant of Lesaria, Aelireth Silverdawn.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span> Temple District of Mesornis, Lesaria; Silver Palace; Green Chambers - then Mordovian Witching Tower<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span> Year of the Rose, 6549 - Midsummer’s Eve, Nearing the Festival of Fires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Music Inspiration:</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>'Hungarian Dance No. 11 in D Minor(J. Brahms)'</em> - István Bogár, Budapest Symphony Orchestra (http://youtu.be/jf_k1hRYCkQ)</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Her eyes narrowed as the Emperor replied; she wondered what sort of game he dared to play.&nbsp; Aelireth did indeed recall a time when Lesaria held the upper hand - that had been long before her, and even her parents and grandparents times as ruling monarchs.&nbsp; It was puzzling why he'd even bothered to mention it.&nbsp; However, he'd seemed to speak without malice and quickly moved on to the next topic of discussion, so she as well said nothing, remaining cautious in her outlook.&nbsp; He spoke of what cowardice meant to a Mordovian, which was nothing like the stern and stiff values of her people - yet - for a moment the Queen felt stifled by her own culture and people.<br><br>Her brows drew downward as he agreed to every demand she made - which - if it had been another woman - Aelireth might well have been worried about that, or even shown some apparent fear of him as a result.&nbsp; This Queen, however, was not one that ever bent easily.&nbsp; A smile played upon her lips lightly.&nbsp; The flames flickering upon his armour snared her attention for moments - and she seemed rather pleased that it was her power his very garb responded to.&nbsp; However, his next words showed her something she did not at all expect.<br><br>"Me.&nbsp; You think to have me, personally.&nbsp; To be with as you will."&nbsp; <br><br>Throaty laughter rolled from her as she turned her face away, and clutched at her the stomacher of her ornate gown.&nbsp; She continued to laugh for a good while, as the very idea was so infuriating, it was that or slap his face for the audacity.&nbsp; Laughter certainly would have seemed rude, though the golden glow of her eyes would have made any of her councillors vacate the room in sheer terror - so of course, none of them had seen what that would shift to, or was the precursor of.&nbsp; Of course, the superiority of the gentleman before her - was not wholly apparent.&nbsp; <br><br>Her laughter halted almost as soon as it had begun, and she stared daggers at him.&nbsp; With a sudden low snarl, flames rose in a brilliance of colour around her form, while she stared him down.&nbsp; It had not been at all the response she'd intended, but - his daring had just made her that angry.&nbsp; The flames did not disturb even the smallest section of her attire - she'd learned that she needed to cast protective spells upon the things she owned, or end up having to explain burned clothing, and bed sheets, desks, papers.&nbsp; "You either dare considerably above yourself, or you've something up that armoured sleeve that I've yet to find!"<br><br>The flames slowly died down, and she still stared at the Emperor, realising what she'd just revealed, and with the flames, her anger as well seemed to fade.&nbsp; Unable to look the man in the eye, she stared at her hands while her lips pressed to a thin line.&nbsp; "Of course, my intent was to refuse you before I decided to hang myself with a single loss of control."&nbsp; Her tone was as dry as sandpaper in the desert.&nbsp; <br><br>Aelireth's eyes glittered with emotion - and something else.&nbsp; "If I do this thing, what do I gain in truth?&nbsp; There are so many other women of your own kingdom that you could take and reduce to one dependant ... upon you.&nbsp; Do not ..." she paused and her voice roughened with a wealth of feeling. <br><br>"I am not a fool, and more over, I am a woman as well as Queen - as ... I have said.&nbsp; You cannot tell me that I would do your bidding, without some promise in return.&nbsp; My very existence is an ironic thing in Lesaria - for the use of fire magic - is forbidden, and always has been.&nbsp; But I know you had to have been aware of that."&nbsp; She raised eyes that had returned to the hazel blue they generally were, and studied the Emperor's face.&nbsp; Without her pride in the way, she studied him quite critically, considering the knowledge she was privy of.&nbsp; Aelireth could indeed manage worse.&nbsp; She sighed softly, and with a snap of her fingers recalled the power she had rather recklessly expended to herself.<br><br>It was then that the full import of what he'd said actually became apparent, and her eyes widened.&nbsp; "An offer of marriage?&nbsp; To my council.&nbsp; I see. You planned to anger me, surprise me, and then completely lay in for a coup from the first moment, I suspect."&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>She blinked twice, pupils dilating beyond what was necessary, signifying true shock, undoubtedly a result of pulling in magic that in part was not wholly her own.&nbsp; "I think I am completely crazed to agree to such a thing - regardless of whom you deal with."&nbsp; Her eyes closed, and she swayed on her feet, starting to crumple slowly to a dead faint; her attire made the movement rather slower than it might have been otherwise.&nbsp; Though, with her last words, she'd done precisely as he wished, not at all realising the space in which she'd placed herself.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 10:44:26</strong>
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				<strong>Emperor Reynard XII</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/BeowulfWarrior/AvatarPossibilities/Emperor1.jpg)</div>Reynard is quite aware that Queen Aelireth is not going to like any of his alternatives.&nbsp; But it is quite interesting to him to see what form her objections take.&nbsp; He has the feeling that she does not take him quite seriously despite the fact that his armies threaten her borders.&nbsp; Indeed, that seems to be an affliction common to members of the hereditary royalty.&nbsp; She does not, of course have the benefit of centuries of perspective, which puts her at a disadvantage.&nbsp; Still, she listens carefully enough, though a certain look of disbelief grows upon her face.&nbsp; And he doubts that his words have much affect on her, at least until he gets to her alternative.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Me. You think to have me, personally. To be with as you will."</em><br><br>He is quite prepared for the mockery of her laughter, and waits calmly for her to finish.&nbsp; He is not at all offended, as he understands her perspective, even if her position is untenable.&nbsp; But he does find himself fascinated by what happens next, as it confirms a suspicion he has long held.&nbsp; The flames that engulf her are quite impressive, and also quite out of control.&nbsp; He is tempted to quench them immediately, which is well within his capability, but finds it suits his purposes better to let her continue.<br><br><em>"You either dare considerably above yourself, or you've something up that armoured sleeve that I've yet to find!"</em><br><br>She still doesn’t quite get it, but Aelireth is touching on the edge of a truth.&nbsp; So he does not yet answer.&nbsp; Rather, he lets her stand and stare at him, as she realizes what she has just done, and her flames begin to flicker and fade.&nbsp; Rather than looking at him, Aelireth is now looking at her hands.&nbsp; In a way, it pains him to see her suddenly so stripped of her veneer of implacable superiority.&nbsp; But the emotion in her eyes intrigues him, when coupled with the practicality of her words.<br><br><em>"If I do this thing, what do I gain in truth? There are so many other women of your own kingdom that you could take and reduce to one dependant ... upon you. Do not ..."</em><br><br>She does&nbsp; not finish whatever she started but rather pauses and begins again in another direction.<br><br><em>"I am not a fool, and more over, I am a woman as well as Queen - as ... I have said. You cannot tell me that I would do your bidding, without some promise in return. My very existence is an ironic thing in Lesaria - for the use of fire magic - is forbidden, and always has been. But I know you had to have been aware of that."</em><br><br>In truth, this turn of events was not quite anticipated by the Emperor, but it does offer him something he had wanted, but was missing: something more tangible to offer in return to her, other than himself.&nbsp; He offers it simply and quietly.<br><br>“I want no other ... and I can teach you to control your magic, Aelireth.”<br><br>She actually looks at him now, with candid appraisal in her eyes. She is seriously considering his offer, it seems.&nbsp; For just a moment, it seems feasible that she will accede ... before her eyes widen again in anger.<br><br><em>"An offer of marriage? To my council. I see. You planned to anger me, surprise me, and then completely lay in for a coup from the first moment, I suspect."</em><br><br>He shakes his head.&nbsp; <br><br>“That would make no sense.&nbsp; If I had planned that, Aelireth, I need not have talked to you at all, much less reveal to you my plans.&nbsp; I have no interest at all in deposing your from your Throne.&nbsp; I rather enjoy you powerful and arrogant, and the idea of you submitting to no one but me personally, and that only in private.”<br><br>Her eyes have grown very wide, and Reynard is not even sure if she has heard any of his answers at all.&nbsp; Aelireth seems quite overwhelmed by it, yet she concedes.<br><br><em>"I think I am completely crazed to agree to such a thing - regardless of whom you deal with."</em><br><br>Then her eyes close, and he moves closer as she starts to sway on her feet.&nbsp; So when she virtually crumples, he is able to simple scoop her up into his arms.&nbsp; And given the lack of a couch or lounge chair upon which to lay her, he simply teleports them both to his own tower, where he lays her on a pillowed lounge.&nbsp; <br><br>Given that she does not immediately revive, he pours a glass of water from a nearby pitcher and also a glass of wine, either to be available when she does.<br><br>And then, in the traditional fashion of reviving Princesses and Queens, he bends over her and softly kisses Aelireth on the lips.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 13:13:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/FireQueenA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span> Queen Regnant of Lesaria, Aelireth Silverdawn.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span> Mordovian Witching Tower to the Emperor's Tower, Imperial Palace, Mordovia.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span> Year of the Rose, 6549 - Midsummer’s Eve, Nearing the Festival of Fires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Music Inspiration:</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>'Hungarian Dance No. 11 in D Minor(J. Brahms)'</em> - István Bogár, Budapest Symphony Orchestra (http://youtu.be/jf_k1hRYCkQ)</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Aelireth had in some part of her mind heard what Reynard spoke before the room began to spin and went entirely black, with no sound, nor warmth to speak of ... no.&nbsp; Save <em>his own</em> - and those damnable words she was always loathe to speak.&nbsp; <em>Do not drive me to hate you, distrust you as so many others have done.&nbsp; I cannot bear any more loss ...</em>&nbsp; She hardly stirred in his arms, the warmth of the blush in her complexion having faded, lacking the vibrancy that was Queen Aelireth.&nbsp; She was to some degree aware of the teleportation; her skin sang with it, and she shifted in his embrace, brown arched brows furrowing slightly.&nbsp; No doubt that if she'd been aware of what had occurred, the Queen would have been torn between contrition and rage.<br><br>Lying so still her face had transformed, and while the elegant lines of her neck and cheekbones were of course apparent, she seemed considerably younger without the hauteur in her expression, the distrust, and everything that came with her office.&nbsp; No, a small, relaxed smile lay upon her her lips as she breathed very slowly, giving the Emperor perhaps a brief reprieve from her contrary mood and accusations.&nbsp; When his lips laid to hers with the goal of waking the lady, Aelireth took a shuddering breath that pressed her mouth to his that much more firmly by design.&nbsp; <br><br>While not by any means the first kiss that had graced her royal lips, it was certainly the first in which she responded purely by manner of instinct and the sheer need of anyone with a soul that enjoyed to be adored, which was a category that Aelireth, while of a long royal line and one quite proud of its existence, was not an exception of.&nbsp; A low, throaty moan was her reply, with the very slight arching of her back.&nbsp; As the Queen lived and breathed, it was plain enough to anyone that she was certainly passionate - but that was often a bit of trouble when faced with someone that out ranked ones personage.&nbsp; Gentlemen tended to have difficulty looking past the fact that she was their liege lady for all what ever greed they might have held.<br><br>Her slender gloved hands slid up around his face without even being truly cognizant of what it was she had begun.&nbsp; Aelireth's fine white teeth tugged hard, and quite insistently upon his lower lip before she'd even managed to open eyes that were again a warm, soft gold, full of lust that initially her expression gave no apology of.&nbsp; Of course, as the seconds ticked by, a burning of a blush again warmed her face - and needing to breathe, she turned her head away.&nbsp; Stubbornly, and yet, lacking a bit of the thorny pride she had begun this meeting with, she refused to meet his eyes, her own veiled by long, golden brown lashes that were paler than her hair.<br><br>"I am not sorry," Aelireth whispered, while her delicate chin firmed with implacable - and very <em>human</em> - resolve.&nbsp; &nbsp;"As I must have fainted, you cannot be at all annoyed that I have finished what you began."&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes flicked toward him, being warm pools of light.&nbsp; Again the air seemed warm around her, that edge she rode just before the last time she'd burst into flames, yet there was something else in her eyes that was more than mere magic of the metaphysical variety, heat resulting purely from his mouth granting a kiss that had been intended merely to rouse her.&nbsp; While she understood she had done the rest, the embarrassment, along with the very odd fact that she wanted to repeat her action initially had her disregarding the change of location.&nbsp; Yet, after a moment of reflection, she looked around with a startled expression that firmed into a guarded attempt at resistance to that was certainly doomed to failure.<br><br>"... Would you perhaps mind explaining where it is you've taken me?"&nbsp; Her tone held a rather dry note there in, as she plucked at her gloves, tugging the silken lengths away with a soft sound that revealed fair, soft, and exceedingly touchable skin, while a dark looping of hair had begun to free itself from her elegant coiffure.&nbsp; The lounger that he'd rested her upon felt sumptuous beneath her form, and was difficult beyond measure to resist lying back to simply enjoy.&nbsp; It was almost half insane, the way she felt as if her inhibitions had been tugged plucked at slowly by the strings of a lute, though he'd seemingly done nothing at all.&nbsp; Her small hands balled into fists, pressing half moons into her palms from carefully buffed, trimmed nails that lay a quarter of an inch free of the nail bed, and were painted the colour of a rose edged toward death.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 01:06:08</strong>
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				<strong>Emperor Reynard XII</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/BeowulfWarrior/AvatarPossibilities/Emperor1.jpg)</div>Her fainting had taken him somewhat by surprise, but he does have some idea of how much energy she might have exerted to achieve the display she had.&nbsp; But to have her suddenly in his arms, warm and pliant, if not yielding, had a considerably greater effect upon him than he had anticipated.&nbsp; Since Queen Aelireth had teleported into the Wizarding tower, nothing in their meeting had gone quite as he had planned.&nbsp; Yet the end effect seems to be what he wanted, perhaps even somewhat more than he had expected.<br><br>She is beautiful, of course, and had been glorious in her pride and anger, and the passion of her words.&nbsp; Part of what terrifies her Council about the young Queen is exactly what attracts Reynard to her.&nbsp; Aelireth is indeed the most exciting woman he has met in longer than he cares to remember.&nbsp; <br><br>That inside the imperious Queen resides a woman who is softer and more vulnerable at the moment, touches something gentler in him.&nbsp; Truly it is a wonder how a soft smile can transform her face.&nbsp; But the surprising wakening kiss she returns to him calls to something in him not so surprising at all.&nbsp; Indeed his own heat matches hers as the kiss continues.&nbsp; Beyond any doubt, he wants this woman, whom he believes is a true kindred spirit.&nbsp; A low throaty moan escapes her lips, and her body arches upward to press to his as their lips both embrace and contest, seeking deeper contact as they do.&nbsp; This the fire that he saw and sought in the Lesarian queen.<br><br>Her hands reach to cup his cheeks, and her teeth tug at his lip, while his tongue in turn runs over her available lips , and presses between.&nbsp; She graces him with her eyes as well, removing any possible doubt that this is something accidental happening between them.&nbsp; There is lust in those eyes, which is fully returned by his own blue orbs.&nbsp; Eventually, however, they both need to breathe, and she turns her eyes away from his.&nbsp; But her words do please him immensely.<br><br><em>"I am not sorry … As I must have fainted, you cannot be at all annoyed that I have finished what you began."</em><br><br>Her look of resolve makes him smile, even as the tenor of her whisper continues to stir.<br><br>“Nor am I sorry, Aelireth that you did, nor that I kissed you in the first place ... though I am not so sure that we are finished.”&nbsp; <br><br>Indeed, Reynard is very much of a mind to kiss her again, thought he cannot resist the look in her eyes, or the shimmering heat that lies just below the surface of her composure.&nbsp; He finds himself reaching a hand to caress her cheek, before the soft vulnerability recedes from her demeanor.<br><br><em>"... Would you perhaps mind explaining where it is you've taken me?"</em>&nbsp; <br><br>He smiles, quite genuinely.<br><br>“Gladly ... I have brought you to the Emperor’s Tower of the Imperial Palace in Heidelrich ... to my home.&nbsp; This is where I will bring you to me, and I’ll be happy to show you around if you wish.&nbsp; Or should you prefer to be less comfortable, I can return us to the Wizarding tower at any time.”<br><br>She removes her gloves as if perhaps she is not in a rush to leave, and his hand is thus encouraged to brush the hair away from before her eyes, and then caress down her cheek to her neck.&nbsp; He can sense her tensing beneath him, though he does nothing to push her.&nbsp; <br><br>They have an agreement now between them, though likely she is no more sure than he just exactly what they have agreed upon, other than in principle.&nbsp; She will give him what he needs from her, or allow him to take it.&nbsp; He will give her what she needs of him in return.&nbsp; At the moment, he is not inclined pursue the details, given what has just transpired between them.&nbsp; But he does want her to understand.<br><br>“You realize, I trust, that I want you just as you are, anger and all, though I’ll admit you are even more beautiful when you smile.”&nbsp; <br><br>Then Reynard kisses her again, more heatedly, and quite unapologetically.&nbsp; There’s an honest hunger in his lips for her, its intent to seduce rather than to force, and his kisses continue across her jaw and then down the side of her neck.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 03:18:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/FireQueenA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span> Queen Regnant of Lesaria, Aelireth Silverdawn.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span> Emperor's Tower, Imperial Palace, Mordovia.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span> Year of the Rose, 6549 - Midsummer’s Eve, Nearing the Festival of Fires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Music Inspiration:</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>'Hungarian Dance No. 11 in D Minor(J. Brahms)'</em> - István Bogár, Budapest Symphony Orchestra (http://youtu.be/jf_k1hRYCkQ)</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Her eyes still remained the soft gold, as if folding away her power in his presence was strangely more difficult.&nbsp; Every touch to her skin was like the licking of a tiny flame, and she shivered, pressing closer unwittingly.&nbsp; Her pulse raced faster.&nbsp; "Not finished?"&nbsp; The words were hardly a breath of air to stir the senses, and Aelireth found herself unable to stop looking at him, as though the Emperor were the only man she'd ever known.&nbsp; Upon hearing that she rested in the Imperial Tower, her interest was peaked.&nbsp; "I've only ever heard rumours of this place for years," she murmured, her speech falling away to a gasp as his fingers ghosted along her cheek.<br><br>She'd come here with resolve of ... something that seemed somewhat less important now than kissing him again.&nbsp; Indeed, if she had not been reclining, she might have fainted from the mere affect of his smile.&nbsp; Aelireth's brow furrowed then.&nbsp; No, there is something more important than this alone!&nbsp; Think ...<br><br>But she could not.&nbsp; There was only the blue of his eyes, and that hand sliding down from her cheek to her neck.&nbsp; Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she watched him.&nbsp; "I feel as though there is something important that I have mislaid yet now, in this moment that it matters not.&nbsp; That I only need ..."<br><br>Her eyelids fluttered closed as the Emperor proceeded to gift her exactly what it was she needed, some part of her decided.&nbsp; With a soft moan, she returned his kiss, unable to think of anything more.&nbsp; There was no apology in the way his lips pressed her her own, and she adored it, though if anyone had asked her why she'd not have had an answer to grant.&nbsp; While he was technically her enemy ... was he not?&nbsp; Or was that just ...<br><br>Aelireth pulled away to breathe.&nbsp; "Your lips are divine," she whispered, with her cheeks flushed brilliantly like the colour of new roses.&nbsp; "Like the sweetest of honey.&nbsp; I've never known the like.&nbsp; I feel ..."&nbsp; She kissed him this time in between her words, each touching of her mouth to his own bringing out some wildness in her, some strange mingling of magics.&nbsp; "I might kiss you forever, and never cease.&nbsp; Is that wrong of me?"&nbsp; The air around her shimmered with warmth, as if her very skin spilled magic.<br><br>"I do not understand this, but neither shall I complain ..."&nbsp; later perhaps when the Queen could think, she might be annoyed, but for now all she could think of was desire - his own, and hers.&nbsp; With her shifting upon the chaise, she managed to annoy herself with the way her headdress pressed upon her brow and the heavy, confined ropes of braided hair that lay at the nape of her neck.&nbsp; "When do your hours of demand upon my ... time begin?&nbsp; Now, or shall we count this as a moment to ... learn each other?"<br><br>Aelireth wriggled her hips against the chaise, and a dainty slipper fell off of her foot with a soft whispering of sound.&nbsp; "I could learn you, for a time if you wish it, sir.&nbsp; Though do not think me complacent.&nbsp; I think ... I think you've some game, and I mean to know what that is.&nbsp; But not now ..."&nbsp; Her eyes slid closed and once more her lips sought his as though they were the most perfect of things to worship with her own.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 02:33:08</strong>
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				<strong>Emperor Reynard XII</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/BeowulfWarrior/AvatarPossibilities/Emperor1.jpg)</div>As much as Reynard knew what it was that he wanted in Aelireth Silverdawn, nothing had quite prepared him for her response.&nbsp; The spirit is still all there, and the fierce resolution that attracted him, but the softness in her eyes is a surprise, and the interest whispered faintly. <br><br><em>"Not finished?"</em><br><br>It is times like this that Reynard regrets the touch of glamour that surrounds him naturally, without any effort on his part.&nbsp; Surely it must be the glamour that she responds to, rather than himself and his offer.&nbsp; Still, he is&nbsp; paragmatic in all things, and her willingness is quite welcome.&nbsp; But he hadn’t expected to be quite so stirred by her in return.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I've only ever heard rumours of this place for years,"</em><br><br>A whisper with a gasp, and a fleeting one, but she does not shrink from his touch.&nbsp; In fact, everything about her says that Aelireth would like to be kissed again, even if she is perhaps not sure why.<br><br>"I feel as though there is something important that I have mislaid yet now, in this moment that it matters not. That I only need ..."&nbsp; <br><br>He gives her what he himself needs, and is gratified that their desires are aligned.&nbsp; Indeed, she returns his kiss with a soft moan.&nbsp; Her cheeks are flushed when she pulls away to breathe.<br><br><em>"Your lips are divine … Like the sweetest of honey. I've never known the like. I feel ... I might kiss you forever, and never cease. Is that wrong of me?"</em><br><br>He can feel the shimmer of the fire in her interacting with the fire in him, merging rather than competing with flames.&nbsp; As much as she is seduced by him and what he is, he is seduced by her and how they react to each other.&nbsp; He could, of course, be smug about finding such a perfect match.&nbsp; But the Emperor Reynard is much to busy enjoying the awe of the interaction.&nbsp; So it would serve no purpose to even consider being cool and distant and imperious.&nbsp; He wants her too badly.&nbsp; <br><br>If he were to step away from their corporeal bodies, and view them at a distance, he would clearly see the merged aura that surrounds them at the moment, but he can feel it nonetheless.&nbsp; So it is a very good thing that the Queen is in no hurry to depart.<br><br><br><em>"I do not understand this, but neither shall I complain ..."</em> <br><br>Given that her complicated headdress is in danger of toppling to the floor, Reynard is quit happy to part it from her glorious hair.&nbsp; And if her hair tumbles down, and her braids start to unravel in the process of removing the pins, well she looks all the more enchanting for it.&nbsp; <br><br><em>When do your hours of demand upon my ... time begin? Now, or shall we count this as a moment to ... learn each other?"</em><br><br>He smiles, and is about to answer when she loses one of her slippers and answers her own question.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I could learn you, for a time if you wish it, sir. Though do not think me complacent. I think ... I think you've some game, and I mean to know what that is. But not now ..."</em><br><br>Again she kisses him, so he doesn’t even bother to answer.&nbsp; Rather he kisses her back quite fervently, and dedicates his fingers to unencumbering&nbsp; the Queen of her weighty formal attire.&nbsp; Reynard has always been one of powerful desires, but this woman is something different indeed, and what she stirs in him is profound.&nbsp; Her soft flesh lastes also very sweet to his lips as it is gradually revealed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>19-02-2012, 18:35:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/FireQueenA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span> Queen Regnant of Lesaria, Aelireth Silverdawn.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span> Emperor's Tower, Imperial Palace, Mordovia.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span> Year of the Rose, 6549 - Midsummer’s Eve, Nearing the Festival of Fires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Music Inspiration:</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>'Hungarian Dance No. 11 in D Minor(J. Brahms)'</em> - István Bogár, Budapest Symphony Orchestra (http://youtu.be/jf_k1hRYCkQ)</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">So much desire.&nbsp; Her mind swam with it, as if there were nothing else to think upon, nothing else to want.&nbsp; Aelireth had never felt this way before, and while it should have perhaps given her pause as to why she was overwhelmed, that was not at all the case.&nbsp; Every lacing, each tugging away of her attire was permitted to this stranger whom she had only just encountered.&nbsp; Each place his lips pressed burned for more, and as he kissed her she returned the exultation with her own sense of urgency, as if she might die if she could not join with him faster than they already seemed to move. <br><br>Conversation mattered not, nor did his likes and dislikes ... all of those things that an ordinary courting couple might consider.&nbsp; The only thing she though of was him, filling her as she had never been so before.&nbsp; While the Queen certainly had other lovers and was no wilting virginal princess - the difference between this man - whom of course was unknown to her that he was rather a bit more than merely human - and every other gentleman had been two fold.&nbsp; First, all others were at the end of the day, her subjects.&nbsp; Second, while she could not understand it, her body simply responded to his own in ways she could not fathom.<br><br>Aelireth would not have been able to see their joining magic, but she could feel its effects, which had her already damp between her thighs from a mere kiss.&nbsp; It was as if he could have given her a look perhaps, and she'd have stripped for him then and there, without hardly a qualm ... she blinked then, wanting to pull away from his kiss but found her own self divided and not at all inclined to listen to her inner wisdom.&nbsp; So further still she opened to him mentally, with all of that fire spilling free of her, and hovering in the room to blend with his own.<br><br>Her hips undulated beneath him upon the chaise, and she laced her fingers into spilling wealth of dark hair upon his head as if she'd known him, this body forever and all of her days.&nbsp; Later, the Queen might think she'd lost her senses and dreamed the most fantastic of all dreams, but for now, there was nothing but this powerful man, and what he had to offer.&nbsp; It was true, on some level - it was simply what he was that she responded to, but Queens were fashioned alike: the loved the taste of power, and often it mattered much less, the appearance of a man, and what he could offer.<br><br>His name was the echoing of a bell in her mind, <em>Reynard ... Reynard</em> ... while everything else meant nothing.&nbsp; She would breathe when he allowed it, take her release when commanded ...<br><br>Aelireth's dark hair was a pooling of beauty that fell down the side of the chaise, long enough to fall into a pile upon the floor.&nbsp; There was something enchanting about loving a man whom seemed to be ones equal and yet, was in truth far above anything that could be imagined.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 07:49:53</strong>
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				<strong>Emperor Reynard XII</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/BeowulfWarrior/AvatarPossibilities/Emperor1.jpg)</div>If he could feel the heat of Aelireth and her emotion before, the heat of them together is practically searing.&nbsp; He has always been a man to retain tight control, but Reynard finds himself excited as he unlaces her clothing, enough so that his fingers occasionally fumble.&nbsp; <br><br>He had not imagined that this would happen so quickly between them, and his armor is suddenly a nuisance, as it flares with their desires.&nbsp; It does no harm to either of them, of course, but it’s both a distraction and an encumbrance, when what he, and apparently she, wants is the touch of flesh upon flesh.&nbsp; Luckily his upper armor removes quickly&nbsp; though he has to rise a moment to shed the lower parts, and that only after he pulls her upright for a moment to pull her dress and corset off of her entirely.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He could, of course, readily compel her to strip for his pleasure.&nbsp; But that is not at all what he wants at the moment, with her so willing.&nbsp; He wants his hands upon her and for her to feel the heat of his breath on her bare neck as he undresses her, not to mention the heat that they create together.&nbsp; He does stop for a moment, though, once he has undressed her down to only her stockings, to simply take her in.&nbsp; <br><br>Aelireth is every inch a queen in both form and beauty, as well as in stature and presence.&nbsp; Reynard finds himself breathing harder just looking at her, and his arousal fully engaged.&nbsp; Her hair has fallen to the floor in glorious disarray, as her bosom heaves quite compellingly.&nbsp; There is a scent of her arousal in his nostrils and a trace of dampness on her inner thighs, as she reaches up her arms for him, and he returns to kissing her heatedly.&nbsp; <br><br>He gladly lets her see the effect she has upon him, right down to the his swollen need which springs forth when he finishes removing his clothes as well.&nbsp; He is in his customary human form, which others have found attractive.&nbsp; And indeed her fingers reach into his hair, as if to pull him more tightly to her.&nbsp; <br><br>There are perhaps many other things they should be thinking of at this moment, like what they are to tell her council.&nbsp; &nbsp;But the only thing that Reynard can think of is his want for her.&nbsp; So it is perhaps not surprising that he does not linger to stoke her to the pinnacle of need for him, but rather moves between her legs immediately and fills her.&nbsp; <br><br>Reynard has wanted this woman since the moment he laid eyes upon her, two years ago, and felt the pull of her heat.&nbsp; So he doesn’t hesitate in taking her now, eyes locked upon hers, lips and hands fully engaged with her flesh as he buries his need deep within her with a single thrust and a moan of intense need, as he makes fierce love to Aelireth, and makes her his own.&nbsp; And if the aura around them bursts into flames as he does, there is nobody but them to notice, and the furniture and drapes are fortunately fireproof.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br>They can always sort out the details later.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 08:47:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/FireQueenA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span> Queen Regnant of Lesaria, Aelireth Silverdawn.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span> Emperor's Tower, Imperial Palace, Mordovia.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span> Year of the Rose, 6549 - Midsummer’s Eve, Nearing the Festival of Fires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Music Inspiration:</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>'Hungarian Dance No. 11 in D Minor(J. Brahms)'</em> - István Bogár, Budapest Symphony Orchestra (http://youtu.be/jf_k1hRYCkQ)</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">She might have thought it previously impossible, but her desire for Reynard - this Emperor that should have remained her enemy - only increased ten fold.&nbsp; Her lips and tongue found his, tangling together with a desperation that would have rocked her off of her feet if Aelireth had spent but a moment in thought of anything more than getting him inside of her, and immediately.&nbsp; She was slicker than she'd ever been for a man, which only excited her that much more.&nbsp; Upon seeing the rigid evidence of his desire, she curled a hand around his girth and stroked slowly even while they kissed and he pressed her back to the chaise.<br><br>The fact that they lay upon something meant more for sitting didn't much phase Aelireth, nor did his quick disposal of her clothing as well as his.&nbsp; She would have stripped for him, and eagerly if he'd asked it - that much she oddly knew - and suddenly had the urge to do that before the last of her attire was swept away with quicker hands than her own.&nbsp; He had hardly touched her before he took what he wanted and just filled her without so much as the slightest request - and she was so slick that it became readily apart that he wouldn't have needed to participate in further readiness.&nbsp; The only difference seemed to be just how very tight she was, so that his entrance caused her to cry out and cling to Reynard that much more and harder.&nbsp; <br><br>Words that she never would have believed would have tumbled from her lips for the benefit of any man shocked her deeply.&nbsp; "Oh ... yes.&nbsp; Please, take all ... that you desire.&nbsp; I am yours.&nbsp; Yours ..."&nbsp; it was but a handful of strokes before she felt the need of building of that first orgasm, staring at Reynard as he filled her repeatedly.&nbsp; Her eyes were almost the golden colour of magic imbued flames as power swirled in the room, serving only to increase how much she wanted him.&nbsp; She might not have understood any of what was happening other than the desire between them, but nor did she choose to fight it.&nbsp; Aelireth's nipples were so hard they felt almost as if they'd gone numb, but even then she didn't care.&nbsp; It was true in that moment that she could have died and been happy, that she might have taken her pleasure until there was nothing of her but ashes.&nbsp; There was nothing save this man, the sound of their flesh meeting and every moan that was matched with a quickly drawn breath.<br><br>The candles in the room that held flames rose to thrice their height - and those that did not caught fire - and of course, the protection spells kept the rest of the room from the magic that seemed to spill from her in an uncontrolled torrent.&nbsp; "Reynard ..." she panted.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please.&nbsp; I shall ... agree to anything you wish.&nbsp; So long ... as you keep me."&nbsp; Later perhaps, the Queen would be puzzled over her willingness to do absolutely anything for the man pleasuring her, but such was the way of magic - or so it did seem.&nbsp; The sweet sound of her cries echoed in the space as she just felt as though she could keep rising to those perfect heights of pleasure for days and days upon end.<br><br>Except - rather than her essence being drained away the woman seemed to brighten with his touch, meeting every thrust he gave with more need and ferocity than she ought to have been able to produce.&nbsp; As he filled her so quickly and deeply, her breasts shifted up and down, and every bit of skin he touched made her want to scream his name.&nbsp; It was one that she'd now never forget and was written upon her mind, her flesh.&nbsp; Aelireth lips found his again if he'd permitted it, and the Fire Queen kissed her Emperor as if she'd would not have another chance to kiss him again - nor feel more alive than she had ever felt.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 09:47:37</strong>
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				<strong>Emperor Reynard XII</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/BeowulfWarrior/AvatarPossibilities/Emperor1.jpg)</div>If the Emperor Reynard is at all disconcerted by the magnitude of Queen Aelireth’s response to his attentions, he give not indication, nor would she notice, he suspects.&nbsp; He had wanted this woman very badly, and had indeed spent a good deal of time and effort into getting her into a position where he might have her.&nbsp; But he cold not have dreamt of how powerfully they would respond to each other.&nbsp; <br><br>True, she is quite affected by the glamours he can’t totally dampen.&nbsp; But that does not come anywhere near explaining the powerful draw of their talents for each other, and the conflagration it ignites … without and within, at least in his own case.&nbsp; He finds himself quite as seduced as the lady is.&nbsp; Whatever comes of all of this, the current moment is one that is totally spontaneous, and thoroughly intoxicating, quite clearly for both of them.&nbsp; He takes her quite impetuously, and quite forcefully as well, most deliciously resisted by her incredible tightness around his, if not by her substantial slickness.&nbsp; Thye queen is much too skilled in the movement of her body to be a virgin, but she still has the delicious feel of one, as she cries out and clings to him ever more tightly … then incites him further with her words..&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Oh ... yes. Please, take all ... that you desire. I am yours. Yours ..."</em><br><br>To declare such words in the presence of so much magic is a dangerous thing of course, unless of course one means them quite sincerely, as there is a feeling of the world somehow subtly changing around them as she does so.&nbsp; It is something that he, of course, will not recall until later, given his current level of distraction in the woman herself and the fact that he has lowered his lips to feast on an engorged nipple while he thrusts into her ever more aggressively.&nbsp; Never in his long centuries, has Reynard had a woman like this, nor has he responded so emphatically to one.&nbsp; So her next panted words find his ears very receptive.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Reynard ... Please. I shall ... agree to anything you wish. So long ... as you keep me."</em><br><br>It is almost as if the world pauses entirely then, around them, though their passionate coupling proceeds quite unabated, waiting for a second shoe to drop.&nbsp; Reynard gladly obliges it, even if it is without a conscious effort to be cooperative with anything beyond this woman that inflames him, so much that his lips release her nipple for him to proclaim.<br><br>“Then keep you I shall; Aelireth Silverdawn, you are mine.”<br><br>The earth seems to move quite perceptably this time, but that could have something to do with the fact that he erupts forcibly deep within the queen, at that very moment.&nbsp; Then, even as he proceeds to fill her with his seed, Reynard hungrily accepts the rough embrace of her lips, and continue to both kiss her and make love to her as if there were no tomorrow.&nbsp; <br><br>Aside from the deliciously romantic aspects of that, it may also have something to do with the fact that their joining seems to be drawing power to them from the very air.&nbsp; Indeed Aelireth grows more vibrant in his arms right before his eyes, though they are to clouded with delicious oblivion to notice the fact right away.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 18:04:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/FireQueenA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span> Queen Regnant of Lesaria, Aelireth Silverdawn.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span> Emperor's Tower, Imperial Palace, Mordovia.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span> Year of the Rose, 6549 - Midsummer’s Eve, Nearing the Festival of Fires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Music Inspiration:</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>'Hungarian Dance No. 11 in D Minor(J. Brahms)'</em> - István Bogár, Budapest Symphony Orchestra (http://youtu.be/jf_k1hRYCkQ)</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">She quite fully agreed then, there was no choice in the matter.&nbsp; In another moment she might have panicked, but with Reynard filling her, there was no possible way to form the word <em>no</em> upon her lips.&nbsp; Aelireth moaned, and seemed wetter and tighter yet.&nbsp; <strong>"Yes, I am yours,"</strong> she murmured, shifting her hips to let him thrust into her that much deeper.&nbsp; Her desire was deep and unending, and he made it so.&nbsp; Again she came, shuddering and half a scream on her lips only to be smothered by his commanding kisses.&nbsp; As he filled her at the last with his seed, her legs curled around his waist, and her nails all but flayed the flesh of his back. <br><br>As her heart rate slowed however, she noted only one single thing: it was not enough.&nbsp; She wanted ... wanted ... so much.&nbsp; Her nipples were so hard that she wondered if they - if she were truly just on fire.&nbsp; With a murmur, she kissed him again - forgetting everything but their loving.&nbsp; If he had not said her name, it was possible she might have forgotten it.&nbsp; <strong>"You cannot stop,"</strong> she panted, watching him with truly desperate eyes that no longer held any trace of the natural blue.&nbsp; Heat shimmered around her, and the flames on the candles in the room burned so high that if one had chanced to fall over in any other place ... it might have been dangerous.<br><br><strong>"I need ... you.&nbsp; There is nothing else but ... but this.&nbsp; I do not understand why, but know for this moment I care not."</strong>&nbsp; She moved her hips and rolled them, while trailing her lips down his neck, then dared to actually bite him on some strange and likely foolish urging.&nbsp; &nbsp; A blush coloured her cheeks then as she realised what she'd done - until the magic around the pair made her forget those instincts she felt that baiting this one might have been less than wise.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"No, I've changed my mind.&nbsp; I demand you further pleasure me.&nbsp; Now."</strong>&nbsp; The next word was something of an after thought.<br><br><strong><em>"Please."</em></strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>13-04-2012, 00:27:04</strong>
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				<strong>Emperor Reynard XII</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/BeowulfWarrior/AvatarPossibilities/Emperor1.jpg)</div><em>"Yes, I am yours,"</em><br><br>That they are fully in concord in that moment, is mort than abundantly clear, so her words are a powerful aftershock to the event.&nbsp; They are inextricably bound together now, but it feels much more a beginning than an ending, even as he fills her with his boiling seed.&nbsp; She joins him quite fully in his oblivion, with her legs quite firmly wrapped about him.&nbsp; That blood drips down his back from the flaying of her nails, makes it all the more delicious, as already he covets the scars she will leave upon him.&nbsp; This is turning out quite other than either of them likely suspected.<br><br><em>"You cannot stop"</em><br><br>There is a desperation in her words that stirs Reynard wildly.&nbsp; None would dare command the Emperor, but she does, even it comes across as a plea.&nbsp; What is happening between them is far beyond even his comprehension, not to mention his plans.&nbsp; But they are both caught up in it fully, and neither of them minded in the least to pull away.&nbsp; There is all but a ball of fire about them as they converse in urgent tones.&nbsp; <br><br>“I will not stop, so long as you want for me, for you are mine ...”<br><br>The logical conclusion to that line of thought is that he might be hers as well by that commitment.&nbsp; But all logic is suspended for the moment before something much more important.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I need ... you. There is nothing else but ... but this. I do not understand why, but know for this moment I care not."</em><br><br>Her hips move and roll against him and her teeth actually bit into him, making a clear claim of her own.&nbsp; But it is his passion she baits, rather than his temper, and even then he begins to swell within her anew.&nbsp; That he has claimed the perfect lover for himself is beyond doubt now.&nbsp; So, when she demands further, of him she gets a lot more than she likely expected.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"No, I've changed my mind. I demand you further pleasure me. Now … Please."</em><br><br>Now Reynard had not become Emperor of most of the known world without having a reckless streak in him.&nbsp; So he gives the lady what she asks for.&nbsp; As quick as the thought is formed in his head, it is executed, and they are teleported … joined intimately as they are … three miles high into the sky over Mordovia,&nbsp; The ball of flame still engulfs then as they reappear above the clouds … with Reynard in mid thrust into her body, despite there being no visible means of support for the action.&nbsp; <br><br>For a moment that seems to last much longer, they seem to simply hang there in the sky intimately entwined, before they start to plummet back toward the ground.&nbsp; It is perhaps a few more moments, before Reynard’s great webbed wings seem to appear out of nowhere, and he extends them to break their fall.&nbsp; All of this he does almost casually while continuing to fulfill Her Majesty’s desire.&nbsp; He speaks quite calmly against her lips.&nbsp; <br><br>“I will take you places you have never been before, my Queen; come fly with me.”<br><br>And he continues calmly having the Queen in mid air as they soar on his extended wings over the city, like a fireball dancing on the air.&nbsp; The Emperor Reynard has never felt quite so joyful as he does in this moment.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 07:07:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/FireQueenA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span> Queen Regnant of Lesaria, Aelireth Silverdawn.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span> Emperor's Tower, Imperial Palace, Mordovia; Airborne.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span> Year of the Rose, 6549 - Midsummer’s Eve, Nearing the Festival of Fires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Music Inspiration:</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>'Hungarian Dance No. 11 in D Minor(J. Brahms)'</em> - István Bogár, Budapest Symphony Orchestra (http://youtu.be/jf_k1hRYCkQ)</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">The next thing that occurred would have ripped a scream from her lips had Aelireth not been well beyond the point of such displays of fear.&nbsp; The Queen clung to her lover - and would be King ... whom was so calm.&nbsp; Of course, the lady could not exactly let go.&nbsp; They had teleported outside, far up in the air and still he filled her repeatedly, working her slick, and still needy body as calmly as one might expect a man to do so.&nbsp; <strong>"You've --"</strong> she said rather obviously after a low moan, unable to stop meeting his thrusts - not when the pleasure made her forget everything, at least - until they began to plummet from that great height, with nothing to catch them.&nbsp; <br><br>It was then that she did scream, and orgasmed as they fell.&nbsp; There was nothing in the world that could describe it, how her heart had very nearly stopped in trying to understand what was happening to her.&nbsp; Her eyes widened as she noticed the blood upon his back as well as that smeared upon her fingers, embedded between her nails.&nbsp; <strong>"I beg ... you, my lord ... my ... my ..."</strong> The words even yet as he could have ended her if he so desired stuck in her throat, as if the rushing wind hadn't drowned her words anyway.The flames of her own magic trailed like a comet's tail above them - the beauty of it certainly a heart breaking thing for any that saw from below.&nbsp; Of course - to those folk that could see - it would have looked precisely like a perfect, falling star from the heavens - and they might pray that it would be a good omen.<br><br><strong>"Reynard ...!"</strong> she breathed - terror upon her lips, tongue and flavouring her desire of him.&nbsp; Her eyes, which had bled to molten amber, took in all the sky around them.&nbsp; She should have wanted to escape him, but did not.&nbsp; Aelireth could not have imagined being anywhere else - and that alone was the thought that was truly scary.&nbsp; So much power and feeling had made her will completely not her own - and she didn't care. <br>&nbsp;<br>The snapping open of his leathery wings was a delight and another fear.&nbsp; She cried out, softly now - voice hoarse as a result.&nbsp; It slowed their fall, but she then realised with shock that this man ... this person was not at all what she believed him to be.&nbsp; The thoughts in her mind did not reconcile, could not as he simply continued to take her and give more pleasure than she'd had in all of her life.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"My King ... I do not know <em>what</em> you are ..."</strong> She could hardly think, another moan cutting off what she was trying to say - for a moment, the remainder of her words a blur, and even if it was possible she had misunderstood - she didn't wish to fall from such a height. <strong>"... But I will keep my vow, Reynard."</strong>&nbsp; It was strange as she spoke those words, feeling as though what he'd given her previously had been a mere prelude.&nbsp; She shuddered in his embrace, one finger cautiously lifting to brush along a wing once it spread to glide them along the beautiful sky following the sheer terror and need she'd felt at once when they'd simply fallen.<br><br>Tentatively then - she tried to press a kiss to his lips, finding that he tasted of sweetness, memory, and honey.&nbsp; <strong>"I do not understand ..."</strong> she murmured, eyes widening as he seemed to pulse that much larger inside of her, and she didn't care it if was real or all in her mind.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh please,"</strong> she finally said, voice humming with both joy and fear.&nbsp; <strong>"I need ... only this.&nbsp; Only you ... take me anywhere you wish ... my lord."</strong>&nbsp; Briefly, she wondered if he was perhaps a god of some sort - but the taste of his mouth made her forget to ask.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 10:00:27</strong>
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				<strong>Emperor Reynard XII</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/BeowulfWarrior/AvatarPossibilities/Emperor1.jpg)</div>Reynard had not intended to reveal his nature to Aelireth quite so quickly.&nbsp; But then there is little about their encounter that has gone as expected.&nbsp; For one whose planning has endured over centuries, it is humbling to have his plans tumbled on their ears by pure serendipity in the form of the amazing affinity the two of them have for each other.&nbsp; The two of them together are embarking on a quite unexpected course, if a glorious one.&nbsp; Already she inspires him to the impossible.&nbsp; But the urge to soar with her, taking her in the process is one filled with overwhelming rightness. .&nbsp; <br><br>She seems fearless, this young queen, to fine her self high in the sky unsupported but by the sheer intensity of their joining.&nbsp; Indeed, for the first time in long centuries, Reynard is not exactly in complete control of the situation.&nbsp; But there is a calmness that belies the blatantly demonstrated urges of his loins within hers.&nbsp; &nbsp;He barely misses a stroke, as impossible as that might seem, and apparently he leaves Aelireth practically speechless..&nbsp; <br><br><em>"You've --"</em><br><br>True enough her moan is quite expressive, as is the fashion in which her hips meet his with every thrust.&nbsp; Certainly he has given her that for which she asked, and she is giving it right back.&nbsp; But for her to scream and find release, just as they plummet back toward the earth in a ball of fire, again catches him by such surprise, that she draws him right in and he fills her with almost violent surges of his seed over the course of over a mile of vertical plummet.&nbsp; <em>Le petit mort</em> has never been quite so descriptive, nor has their appearance as a shooting star.&nbsp; Only then, in the aftermath, does Aelireth’s terror emerge. <br><br><em>"I beg ... you, my lord ... my ... my ..."</em><br><br>As if she had not already made his day perfect, mow she implores him, as if for mercy for mercy.&nbsp; He had not thought to make her beg, yet he takes pleasure in it, though not the perverse kind of pleasure he might have taken from another.&nbsp; Their fall, in fact, is wildly exhilarating.&nbsp; But then, all good things must come to an end … or at least change.<br><br><em>"Reynard ...!"</em><br><br>Even in her terror, he can see the desire in her eyes, and Reynard has never felt more wanted.&nbsp; So it seems a shame when he actually has to engage his wings.&nbsp; She cries out again, more softly now, at the jolt of the abrupt slowing of their descent.&nbsp; But then it could simply be the fact that even after draining himself in her, his body had continued, its need for her unslaked.&nbsp; Indeed there seems no diminution of his ardor for her at all, as their glide downward becomes less steep and then evolves into a&nbsp; great circular glide ... before a single flap of his wings sends them higher again, perhaps as a Phoenix emerged from the flame, whole again.&nbsp; Their mating flight is not finished yet.&nbsp; Terror and passion mix in her eyes before they clear to find the beauty in their surroundings, and perhaps in their joining as well.<br><br><em> "My King ... I do not know what you are ..."</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Her words, again are unexpected.<br><br><em>"... But I will keep my vow, Reynard."</em><br><br>She calms some them, as they soar again, and she reaches out to touch one of his wings, as if to see if they are actually real.&nbsp; She shudders in his embrace, but there is no revulsion in her eyes.&nbsp; If she sees a monster in him, it is not one that terrifies her, but rather one worthy of a kiss, which he returns with the warmth she shared with him.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I do not understand ..."</em><br><br>By that action alone, she has him throbbing within her again, and panting with need of Aelireth.&nbsp; Her whole body seems attuned to him.&nbsp; He can taste her fear on her lips, but there is joy there as well, as she proclaims.<br><br><em>"Oh please … I need ... only this. Only you ... take me anywhere you wish ... my lord.".</em><br><br>Where he takes her is soaring again, higher still,&nbsp; over first Mordovia and then Lesaria as well, too high to be perceived as anything but perhaps a brillaint bird, the color of flame, and a good omen ... for surely it is.&nbsp; And, in time, he finds release&nbsp; in her again, whispering only her name against her lips.<br><br>“Aelireth”<br><br>Then his wings wrap around her in warm embrace, and with but a single thought, they are in the Emperor’s tower, laying upon the Emperor’s bed ... still joined, and still kissing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>22-05-2012, 13:04:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/FireQueenA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span> Queen Regnant of Lesaria, Aelireth Silverdawn.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span> Emperor's Tower, Imperial Palace, Mordovia.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span> Year of the Rose, 6549 - Midsummer’s Eve, Nearing the Festival of Fires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Music Inspiration:</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>'Hungarian Dance No. 11 in D Minor(J. Brahms)'</em> - István Bogár, Budapest Symphony Orchestra (http://youtu.be/jf_k1hRYCkQ)</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>Reynard's Fire Queen</em>.&nbsp; The words sang in her thoughts and flesh as she found herself - and with him yet wrapped about her as well as within.&nbsp; It could have been a dream perhaps, yet the première lady of Lesaria knew better.&nbsp; She was, after all, born of Silverdawn - a once noble house that had been in existence for many a year - having clawed its way slowly to a royal ascendancy so much time ago.&nbsp; Yet - even while she kissed him in return as they returned from their flight ... she wanted to know so many things.<br><br><em>But ah, what price that knowledge?</em>&nbsp; <br><br>In any tale or historical rendering she'd found of her people - there oft was a lesson of sorts entwined within a seeking of power.&nbsp; <em>Entwined ... </em><br><br>Aelireth shuddered, curling a lithe leg around Reynard's waist.&nbsp; It was unbelievable just how much she still wanted him.&nbsp; There was a brief flickering of thought, of her wondering if one could indeed expire from pleasure.&nbsp; Was it such a thing that she desired in arms as his?&nbsp; Her thoughts were largely odd and disconnected - as it was rather a difficulty to focus on much more than each thrust he yet continued to grant her - and she there under him for such a sweet reception.<br><br>If if could have been said - her mind was rather in some degree of shock.&nbsp; Of course - her body was not.&nbsp; Filled as it was with so much passion, it was not so long before the Queen cried out beneath her ... lover again.&nbsp; Her body tensed - back arched in want as well as terror of him.&nbsp; For she knew he'd done something to keep her not wanting to part from him aside from her fright.<br><br><em>Hadn't he?</em>&nbsp; <br><br>The answer was elusive, and all at the same time - Aelireth's lips trailed along his flesh.&nbsp; <strong>"What ... what have you done to me?&nbsp; I demand answers, your majesty."</strong>&nbsp; The words were a command that was only half as convincing as the remainder of her speech previous to him, containing all of her feelings regarding the last stretch of time.&nbsp; It was half a snarl as well - a tremulous bit of questioning that hid little.&nbsp; When she'd agreed to this meeting - to be bedded and all but bound to something ... royal even still - yet plainly had no <em>human</em> ties ...<br><br>That alone was plain enough in the wings still curled around her body - holding her tightly to his own.&nbsp; It felt alien and as though she never wanted to leave.&nbsp; Yet which feelings were her own in truth and what was the result of high magicks beyond her own purview, and understanding?&nbsp; She felt as if she needed to re-evaluate her beliefs.&nbsp; So many cried back home that various things could not possibly exist - so if this man ... did - then what else did she not see in the true picture of things?<br><br><em>Do I truly wish to know this thing?</em>&nbsp; It was a thought that rested suspended in her mind with all the rest - yet held a special degree of prominence ... even as she nuzzled Reynard's neck. <br><br>Aelireth didn't know what to do about it - save not fight her desires.&nbsp; But by the sun she'd have answers - and soon.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>31-05-2012, 08:14:42</strong>
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				<strong>Emperor Reynard XII</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/BeowulfWarrior/AvatarPossibilities/Emperor1.jpg)</div>Even wrapped in his wings, which must seem totally alien to her, his beauriful Aelireth kiss him before she speaks.&nbsp; Her leg curls around his waist, clearly in no rush for his departure from within her, but she shudders, as well.&nbsp; He, of course, continues to move within her, his desire, indeed his need for her, quite unflagged by their mating flight and mutual release.&nbsp; It is quite difficult to tell who is more enthralled with whom.&nbsp; But certainly what has happened is well beyond what either of them had expected.<br><br>In all his centuries, he has never met a woman who can make him feel like this, to make him literally shiver at the continuing sensation of her cocooned in his wings, as their lovemaking lazily continues.&nbsp; It is disconcerting, of course, that his mind refuses to focus on anything but Aelireth, but it is a lovely disconcertion that has been much to long in finding him.&nbsp; And she has a lovely passion to match his own, crying out again in release yet again.&nbsp; He has no idea what she will think of him when her mind clears, But for now her lips are trailing hungrily along his startlingly responsive flesh, even as she finds her voice and some reason.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"What ... what have you done to me? I demand answers, your majesty."</em><br><br>She gifts him with a title not his own, except that if she sees him as her King, he will be that for her, at least here.&nbsp; That she does so with a snarl is quite delicious.&nbsp; But for the moment her words earn her another heated kiss and a few more thrusts within her.<br><br>“Only what your words have asked of me, my Queen; I have made you my own in truth.&nbsp; And in that you have made me yours.&nbsp; The fire between us knows that, and neither of us can deny it … or change it ... even if we wanted to.”<br><br>He continues within her steadily as they talk, and his fingers run over her nipples as well.&nbsp; It’s patently unfair, of course, but he can’t conceal his need for her.&nbsp; She nuzzles his neck in return, apparently not yet in urgent need of an explanation of to whom or what she has bound herself.&nbsp; His thrusts come more rapidly now, and more forceful.&nbsp; <br><br>“And if I am other than you expected, your are that to me as well ...”&nbsp; <br><br>The thought is difficult to resist.<br><br>“We are well mated.”<br><br>This comes with both a groan and an gasp, as he spends himself in her again, and the fire flare up around them again briefly.<br><br>“And I will tell you anything you ask of me.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 06:32:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/FireQueenA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span> Queen Regnant of Lesaria, Aelireth Silverdawn.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span> Emperor's Tower, Imperial Palace, Mordovia.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span> Year of the Rose, 6549 - Midsummer’s Eve, Nearing the Festival of Fires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Music Inspiration:</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>'Hungarian Dance No. 11 in D Minor(J. Brahms)'</em> - London Festival Orchestra (http://grooveshark.com/#!/s/Hungarian+Dance+No+11+In+D+Minor/3tASYU?src=5)</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Aelireth was a Queen in her own right.&nbsp; Her father's bloodline had been Kings of Lesaria for as long as anyone could recall.&nbsp; That it could have been said the lady was had a lack of comfort in the situation was an understatement.&nbsp; Even though she had never spoken the words to many, and her parents had valued greatly her birth - there had always been that feeling of not quite belonging.&nbsp; <br><br>It was stunning then, to feel as though she fit - at least here with this man.&nbsp; One that was a stranger and she knew him not at all and yet her body sang for his as easily as if he might have plucked strings if she had had them as part and parcel of her form.&nbsp; Thus, for some time the royal lady held her silence, resting beneath Reynard in the afterglow of so much desire and magic twinned as sweetly as any flame newly born.<br><br><em>How terribly strange.</em> <br><br><em>This ... man has been kind, and yet - he is not a man.&nbsp; Not as any mortal might see it.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>That alone was a truth that she felt on an instinctual level and could not explain it in words at all.&nbsp; Something about him fel completely different, as though she ought to be careful even though she did not desire that at all.&nbsp; In fact, there was part of her that knew if she allowed it ...<br><br><em>I could die in passionate embrace with this man and I am past caring that I would lose my life.</em><br><br>On some level deep within her was a fluttering of panic and still she twined her body further against his.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Wait.&nbsp; There were questions.&nbsp; Think ... Aelireth.&nbsp; Use your senses.</em><br><br>Slowly, she opened eyes that were much like unto a dead weight, licked lips that remained plush and swollen from being adored quite thoroughly.&nbsp; There was indeed, no complaint here.&nbsp; A chuckle eased from her eventually followed by a soft, contented sigh.&nbsp; <em><strong>"Unexpected ..."</strong></em>&nbsp; Finally, she spoke - her voice roughened from the sheer level of volume that had been given over to expressing her appreciation of the gentleman's ... skill.&nbsp; In short - screaming his name repeatedly, if one wanted to place less refined terms upon it.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong>"Well ... mated.&nbsp; I see."</strong><br><br>She really did not quite see at all, but there was the suspicion that she might, and very soon.&nbsp; There was a long pause.<br><br><strong>"I am not sure precisely if I wish to know why my mind flees from trying to piece all of this together.&nbsp; However - tell me.&nbsp; What is the price for what has been done here?&nbsp; For there is always a price - and I would know it, even while I lay twined with you."</strong><br><br>Aelireth seemed inclined not to speak further until he had given her an answer.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 13:20:38</strong>
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				<strong>Emperor Reynard XII</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Geraint_Emperor_Reynard_Av1.jpg)</div>Things had not gone at all like the Emperor Reynard had planned.&nbsp; In fact, they had quite amazingly gone much better than his plans, or even his hopes, in several different ways.&nbsp; <br><br>He hadn’t really foreseen that their talents would be so totally and formidably compatible.&nbsp; Nor had he expected her to be drawn to him more powerfully than the natural glamours around him would have demanded.&nbsp; He hadn’t expected them to share passion so soon nor so powerfully.&nbsp; Nor had he any plans of revealing himself to her so readily.&nbsp; Most certainly he could not have expected her to be curiously unappalled by his monstrosity. <br><br>That neither one of them seems to care very much what their relationship is to be as far as the rest of the world is concerned is probably the strongest indicaton that this is already a most unusual relationship.&nbsp; There are no questions nor regrets expressed about what has happened between them, and continues to happen even now.&nbsp; There is only the question of what it all means, given what they have done.&nbsp; &nbsp; They are, after all and beyond any doubt, well mated, and both of them more than a little dazed by it all&nbsp; It seems an inescapable conclusion to Reynard that he is going to love her, if indeed he doesn’t love her already, right down to her sensual chuckle beneath him. <br><br>But there are the details to be discussed, after all, important details.<br><br><em>"Well ... mated. I see."</em><br><br><em>"I am not sure precisely if I wish to know why my mind flees from trying to piece all of this together. However - tell me. What is the price for what has been done here? For there is always a price - and I would know it, even while I lay twined with you."</em><br><br>He nods, the action moving his whole body, with relationship to the lovely body still so engagingly entwined with his own.&nbsp; It is fitting, surely that they should be so, as they discuss the consequence.&nbsp; The strength of the attraction between them seems hardly faded. <br><br>“Ah yes, the price.&nbsp; There is always a price.&nbsp; Likely there are many prices, not all of them knowable.&nbsp; But I shall tell you what I know<br><br>“The first price is that you have already been away from your advisors for hours, and they will surely be worried and suspicious.&nbsp; So you will need a credible story for them.&nbsp; But I digress.<br><br>“The greatest price to you is that you are now mated for life to what most people would describe as a monster.&nbsp; I am what I am, but I can change form at will.&nbsp; My wings you have seen and felt.&nbsp; I also have a pointed tail, when I want it.”<br class="clear">&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Geraint_Emperor_Reynard_Av2.jpg)</div> <br>Intentionally he changes form for her, to aid in the discussion, curling his tail enticingly around her body for effect.&nbsp; <br><br>“I am born of fire and lust, the Son and Incubus and a Leanan Sidhe.&nbsp; So technically, I am not a monster, but an abomination.&nbsp; But I am functionally immortal.&nbsp; <br><br>“The next price is that you will not be able to resist coming to me once a day as agreed.&nbsp; You will not be able to resist my desire, as it calls to your own as loudly as my fire calls to yours.&nbsp; Neither of us can control how we attract each other.&nbsp; But never doubt that the attraction is real.&nbsp; No other has ever called out to me the way you do, nor has anyone ever been so wanted as you are by me.<br><br>“There is another price that is quite possible, though you must understand that there is no precedent of knowledge.&nbsp; But given how we draw on each other and become stronger rather than weaker, I think it will likely that you will be functionally immortal as well.<br><br>“Our children, when we choose to have them, will be monsters as well, at least some of them.&nbsp; Certainly an affinity for fire will be likely for all as it is for both of us.<br><br>“But perhaps the largest price is that you will not be able to tell others about what I truly am, not because I forbid it, but because nobody else but us could possibly understand what has drawn us together so powerfully, or how you could do such a thing as bind yourself to such as I.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>21-11-2013, 14:52:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/FireQueenA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span> Queen Regnant of Lesaria, Aelireth Silverdawn.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span> Emperor's Tower, Imperial Palace, Mordovia.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span> Year of the Rose, 6549 - Midsummer’s Eve, Nearing the Festival of Fires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Music Inspiration:</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>'Hungarian Dance No. 11 in D Minor(J. Brahms)'</em> - London Festival Orchestra (http://grooveshark.com/#!/s/Hungarian+Dance+No+11+In+D+Minor/3tASYU?src=5)</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">He changed form - and the little queen let out a shriek that was half paralyzing fear and half desire; they were still curled up together - speaking more or less rationally or no.&nbsp; It was ... the truth of the matter and what he spoke shattered her mind, while her intellect and wisdom attempted to make a picture of the words he'd said.&nbsp; In her foolishness, she'd bound Lesaria to a monster that practically stole her will to even breathe without his permission.&nbsp; The next breath she took as a result was thin and swift, while her eyes were huge in a face that had gone as pale as fine parchment.&nbsp; Her lips parted, but not a word came free, even while her body twitched with overwhelming need, even in the midst of her utter panic. <br><br>It was a mind twist of heroic proportions. Aelireth licked her lips, twice as she quelled the thought and uncontrollable desire to kiss him again. He wasn't even human and she needed him like a pleasure slave of the dark courts in Lesaria's underbelly needed their craft.&nbsp; She couldn't even begin to fathom what it all meant, until he said the word children.&nbsp; That she'd not only given over Lesaria for a bit of a wiggle and a tickle, so to speak - but her bloodline and heritage.&nbsp; They'd not be fully human.&nbsp; They'd be ...<br><br>... Something that makes armies tremble in fear and ... envy. <br><br><em>No.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; Oh, yes.</em><br><br>The Queen shivered and found herself mid-argument with herself trailing kisses along Reynard's jawline, and Midsummer blessings help her, she was still quite ready for him to continue any assault he liked on her body, and very willing even if her mind was in a traitorous bubble of confusion.&nbsp; That was the single thing.&nbsp; He'd shown her how to fly, and it had been glorious - regardless of the uncertainty she still felt, even now.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I want to hate you,"</strong> she replied.&nbsp; <strong>"... But all I would rather do now is allow ... this ... you,"</strong> she replied haltingly.&nbsp; The only thought that did not in fact make her nearly run screaming from the room - or make the very honest attempt was a small thing, perhaps insignificant.&nbsp; He had said that neither of them had choice in the matter.&nbsp; It made her wonder if there were restrictions on his power, or if his kind perhaps mated for the lifetime of the one chosen for that moment.&nbsp; It took a while for her to recall that he'd said as well that she too would be functionally immortal. <br><br><strong>"So once this is finished, I shall have to give my kingdom to one of our offspring.&nbsp; And I ... I am stuck with you?"</strong><br><br>She paused, didn't want to say the word, but her desire and the way he made her feel physically cajoled it from her lips like a pretty song of joy.<br><br><strong><em>"Forever."</em></strong><br><br>It was in some horror that as she found herself of two minds completely on the subject: one half overjoyed with the prospect, and the other, shameful, cautious, angry and rebellious.&nbsp; Aelireth felt more than saw herself lift her hands to her breasts, then offering the nipples that practically burned with the want of his mouth upon them.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I'd rather slap you than do what I am doing presently.&nbsp; But I cannot help myself,"</strong> she said in an airy whisper while her hips moved with a will of their own.<br><br>By this point - she knew well enough not to ask what she really wanted to know.&nbsp; <br><br><em>What will you do with me when Lesaria matters no more?</em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>13-12-2013, 10:33:35</strong>
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				<strong>Emperor Reynard XII</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Geraint_Emperor_Reynard_Av1.jpg)</div>Reynard supposes that Queen Aelireth’s shriek at discovering his most recently revealed aspect could be taken as a negative development, but she really isn’t acting as if it is.&nbsp; She does not shrink from the caress of his tail wrapped around her flesh, though he suspects this is not the time to demonstrate its full range of motion and capabilities.&nbsp; Having found what a true treasure she is, he is not of a mind to frighten, nor alienate her in any way.&nbsp; But that being said, he is being brutally honest in his answers to her, which already hold far too many surprisies for the beautiful and charming queen.&nbsp; <br><br>Strangely enough, he doesn’t actually wish to intimidate her, as he has intimidated the entire rest of the continent.&nbsp; For all of her imperiousness, outrage, and sheer terror, he finds himself quite taken by the queen of Lesaria.&nbsp; And he finds himself effectively courting her instead, even after she has given herself over to him.&nbsp; Despite the paleness of her flesh and the shallowness of her breath, and the look of utter panic that never quite leaves her eyes, she is exactly what he has looked for all of his existence, without even knowing so.&nbsp; He indeed had not been entirely certain why he was so intent on winning her, for it is the woman herself he wished to claim, rather than her kingdom.&nbsp; But he had seen enough of her from a distance, and on occasion from surprisingly close up, that he know that she called to him in a way he couldn’t explain. <br><br>He could not imagine, otherwise, why they continue to make love to each other while they negotiate.&nbsp; It is clear from her actions that she no more wants him to pull away than he wants to do so himself.&nbsp; It will likely take significant restraint on his part to let her go home at all, though he knows he will.&nbsp; One does not make one sided bargains with another who is equally worthy of sitting on a throne by his side, or sharing a blanket with him on a barren mountaintop.&nbsp; But he knows that it is all quite a shock to her.&nbsp; It’s a shock to him as well, but at least he has a context within which to understand.&nbsp; It has to be far more strange to a woman whose greatest previous fear may well have been of starting a fire with her talents in front of one of her subjects.<br><br>Under such circumstances, ambivalence can be expected, and even embraced.&nbsp; He has a long time in which to win the Queen’s love.&nbsp; And given the way she still shivers at his words, he may need it.&nbsp; Still, from the way she continues to trail kisses along his jawline, the Emperor suspects that he’ll enjoy every moment of it.<br><br><em>"I want to hate you … But all I would rather do now is allow ... this ... you."</em><br><br>He nods his head with understanding.<br><br>“It is a terrible thing not to feel in control of one’s destiny, I know, dear lady; apparently even Emperors are not immune to the feeling.&nbsp; And I suspect that our destiny is rather in control of both of us, though I can’t think of a single particularly good reason to protest in my own case."<br><br>Nonetheless, she does have a need to understand what it all means.<br><br><em>"So once this is finished, I shall have to give my kingdom to one of our offspring.&nbsp; And I ... I am stuck with you?"</em><br><br>She speaks with all the weight of fate in her voice, but he nods, softly smiling, nonetheless.<br><br><em>"Forever."</em><br><br>The word comes almost as a sound of wonder from her lips, a surprising development, likely to both of them.&nbsp; Certainly it is something that Reynard has no reason nor desire to gainsay, especially with her hips still moving beneath him, and his hips moving in concert.&nbsp; They have, in truth, barely scratched the surface of the desire he feels for her, or likely of her own either.<br><br><em>"I'd rather slap you than do what I am doing presently.&nbsp; But I cannot help myself,"</em><br><br>His smile deepens this time, rather than broadens, as her words touch something sympathetic within him.&nbsp; <br><br>“You may do both, if you wish.&nbsp; We are, as you say, stuck with each other forever, and I’ll gladly take you however you present yourself to me.&nbsp; I have waited much too long for you to not accept you as the wonder you are.&nbsp; As for children and ruling Lesaria, the choice is yours; you may rule however long you wish … <br><br>“I did not come to conquer Lesaria, Aelirith … I came to win you.”<br><br>At that point their bodies are moving quite nicely together, and quite heatedly, and the Emperor sees no reason to not allow them their desire, given that there is nothing combustible nearby.&nbsp; Certainly there will be no doubt that this deal is being well sealed.<br><br>“Forever.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>22-12-2013, 20:58:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/FireQueenA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span> Queen Regnant of Lesaria, Aelireth Silverdawn.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span> Emperor's Tower, Imperial Palace, Mordovia.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span> Year of the Rose, 6549 - Midsummer’s Eve, Nearing the Festival of Fires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Music Inspiration:</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>'Hungarian Dance No. 11 in D Minor(J. Brahms)'</em> - London Festival Orchestra (http://grooveshark.com/#!/s/Hungarian+Dance+No+11+In+D+Minor/3tASYU?src=5)</span><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">It wasn't easy to have discourse on negotiations between the Emperor and herself particularly while still twined together with him, and her hips responding precisely to each and every shift of movement he gave forth.&nbsp; Aelireth suspected as well that he could have gone to more trouble to frighten her, considering he was technically with all considerations he was an evil abomination (that part, she tried really hard not to allow her mind to stick upon).&nbsp; The thought was that it had to be some measure of grace in the regal man's desire of her that held him ... polite?&nbsp; Was there another word for it, or nay?&nbsp; It could have been said that the Queen was at a loss- even if she would have been more likely to cut off her nose to spite her face than admit it.&nbsp; <br><br>Still, the pleasure spiraling through her body was exquisite, and by the time Reynard had answered her questions as far as she was willing to ask - there were indeed things that she was afraid to know the answers to - such as precisely what he could do with that tail of his.&nbsp; Indeed, as well - she couldn't help but curl one of her legs tight around his waist to help the clearly immortal man along, not realising with every touch, and thrust into her body that even her humanity and its very presence was at risk.&nbsp; She shivered when he echoed her words and the smile the powerful man offered forth was like a chill down her spine.<br><br>Aelireth's eyes closed as her head relaxed and shoulder lost a good bit of the stiffness that was her last remaining resistance against him.&nbsp; Strangeness aside, Reynard was a very direct man and seemed quite capable of just taking what he wanted - so that too as well was something she next spoke of, even though her voice was breathless and nearing the point that speech - even for a royal trained to hold conversation at any point - was impossible. <strong> "So then if I refused - you would find a way to just ... take me as was your will ... but as there seems to be something in you that is slightly bent toward an ironic willingness to ask instead of demand ... and ... and seduce ..."</strong> her words broke off and slid softly to a low, sultry groan that she was unable to suppress.<br><br>It was very, very hard to admit he affected her that much, but the truth was simply that: she <em>didn't</em> want him to stop, and irrationally so.<br><br><strong>"... Seduce me ... then I will do as you wish."</strong>&nbsp; It crushed pieces of her to say the words, yet while other parts of her psyche practically rejoiced.&nbsp; This agreement she gave was indeed far more binding than the previous - as it had been offered while she was fully under her own power - and she understood somewhat what she was getting into.<br><br>Bed with a monster that made her especially slick between the thighs.<br><br><strong>"I would suggest you take as much time as you are able ... to pleasure us both.&nbsp; Business of the realm still is ... a first ... ah ... concern."</strong><br><br>It was the last thing the Queen said sensibly before quickening the return thrust of her hips.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>27-12-2013, 14:49:55</strong>
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				<strong>Emperor Reynard XII</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Geraint_Emperor_Reynard_Av2.jpg)</div>That the conversation going on between them is occurring in an entirely different fashion between their bodies than between their minds and voices, does not particularly concern the Emperor.&nbsp; He is immensely enjoying Queen Aelireth in both fashions, more than ha had ever expected.&nbsp; For one as he, who has lived so many normal human lifetimes as he, the finding of&nbsp; a true mate had simply never occurred, yet it is for all intents and purposes occurring now.&nbsp; So in addition to all of the practical and political considerstions, not to mention the fervent physical negotiations still ongoing, he is absolutely jubilant as well.<br><br>If the Queen is more reserved in her reaction, he can hardly blame her, given that she has mated herself to a monster, and seems to be quite enjoying the results, despite her better judgment.&nbsp; This is quite new for her, after all, especially the part about his not being within the realm of what might normally be considered human.&nbsp; And, in truth it is a wonder to him that she has not run off screaming, nor even tried to disengage the hips that continue to work very much in concert with his own.<br><br>That she likely fears him was inevitable, but her fear is not so great as to cause her to disengage.&nbsp; Indeed, she wraps her leg around his hips in a manner that seems almost possessive, though she shivers as she cleave unto him.&nbsp; And her mind still twists and turns with questions …which he is honor bound to answer.&nbsp; She is much to important to him personally already for him to want to deceive her in any way, which comes as a startling realization to the Emperor.&nbsp; If he has caught the Queen in his gentle trap, he has quite caught himself.&nbsp; He is quite besotted with Alerith, not that it troubles him at all that it is so.&nbsp; So her next question comes at an opportune moment, given that he has just discovered an answer.<br><br>"So then if I refused - you would find a way to just ... take me as was your will ... but as there seems to be something in you that is slightly bent toward an ironic willingness to ask instead of demand ... and ... and seduce ..."<br><br>He smiles at her, with the kind of irony of a man realizing that what he would have done, and what he would do now if confronted anew with the same situation but with what he now knows, are somewhat different things.&nbsp; <br><br>"It is difficult, my dear Queen to be precise, given that your acquiescence and it's consequences have substantially altered my view.&nbsp; I think that it is correct to say that had you refused, I would have found a way to take you as was my will.&nbsp; But there was definitely something in me that was bent to ask instead of demand and seduce, since even then I sensed that there was more to you than I expected.&nbsp; So the answer would have been yes.&nbsp; <br><br>"But by acquiescing and allowing yourself to be seduced, you changed my view to fit the new reality that I was sensing between us.&nbsp; Before I wished to possess you … to make you mine. Now that you have freely given yourself to me, I find myself with unexpected feelings, and would court your heart as well, which I know I could never have forced.&nbsp; You must understand that I have searched for centuries for a true mate, a fire to blaze in union with mine, and never found even the possibility of one until now."<br><br>By this point however, any conversation at all is becoming somewhat rhetorical.&nbsp; The fact is that their bodies are quite avidly coupling again, with no sign of tiring of the pursuit.&nbsp; So it may well be a discussion best to continue later.<br><br>"... Seduce me ... then I will do as you wish." <br><br>It sounds a bit sad, hearing it from her lips.&nbsp; But then they'll both have a long time to get used to it.&nbsp; It would appear that then want each other quite badly.<br><br>"I would suggest you take as much time as you are able ... to pleasure us both.&nbsp; Business of the realm still is ... a first ... ah ... concern."<br><br>He smiles warmly, quite adoring the Queen's sense of humor … as well as her priorities.&nbsp; But after that, it all becomes a most delicious blur.&nbsp; And for the first time ever, the Emperor loses himself completely in another.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 19:48:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/FireQueenA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span> Queen Regnant of Lesaria, Aelireth Silverdawn.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span> Emperor's Tower, Imperial Palace, Mordovia.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span> Year of the Rose, 6549 - Midsummer’s Eve, Nearing the Festival of Fires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Music Inspiration:</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>'Hungarian Dance No. 11 in D Minor(J. Brahms)'</em> - London Festival Orchestra (http://grooveshark.com/#!/s/Hungarian+Dance+No+11+In+D+Minor/3tASYU?src=5)</span><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">The Queen did not allow what could have been to trouble her - she was royalty after all, and her pride was far beneath that, or at least that was what she told herself.&nbsp; Rather than further questions - she allowed herself to focus on the man atop her, and inside of her - eyes settled on his.&nbsp; Soon enough it was only pleasure she was thinking of and she adjusted herself against him and upon the bed to better complete the thrust she wanted; hard and deep and seemingly unending.&nbsp; <br><br>Her fingers coiled in Reynard's hair while she sought out his lips and brushed a fine, and delicate kiss against them - as if trying to learn him rather than completely losing herself in him - of which she wasn't far off.&nbsp; It took considerable effort to focus on why he aroused her so much, and even here no answer came to her mind, other than the fact that she wanted him to keep going.&nbsp; Aelireth raised her hips to meet his finally - finishing the movement so that the intensity easily doubled.&nbsp; Just in touching him she felt more alive than ever - with no understanding of the fact that just in coupling with him she truly became more vibrant to the point truly so that intercourse with him wouldn't kill her.<br><br>That small bit probably would have driven the woman right out of the door had she sense beyond her desire, which perhaps it was thankful for them both that she did not - so that such knowledge later when understood would impact their relationship little, if even at all.&nbsp; Her eyelids fluttered closed as she put more of herself into her lovemaking and that kiss that after several minutes she didn't seem to need air, so she just kept on with it.&nbsp; <br><br>It was during some part of this that while her mind still failed to comprehend, that her body began to understand that sensual pleasure was what Reynard was, and this, this <em>was</em> how she would learn him.&nbsp; It was with that thought that another orgasm ripped through her body - and with eyes closed she didn't see herself softly gain an otherworldly glow for several moments as she absorbed more of this man that was not at all human.&nbsp; The perfection of it seemed to go on and on until there was a moment her very scream would have turned her body to ash beneath him and should have - and instead - just took greater pieces of what he was rather than snuffing out her life.<br><br><em>Frightening stuff indeed for a mortal.</em><br><br>Something in their coupling, and she felt it more than saw anything - seemed to calm the flames raging deep within her.&nbsp; For the first time Aelireth since her power had grown, the Queen felt calmed - and steady as if she needed nothing but this man.&nbsp; Nothing else would do.&nbsp; And thus began his seduction of her in which it may have become apparent he needed to do nothing but be what he was.&nbsp; It was only briefly she pulled away from the Emperor's mouth with great effort on her part, as if everything he was wouldn't allow her to act on her doubts - just pleasure, and shoving all else aside.<br><br><strong>"I want you everywhere.&nbsp; I ... I cannot help ... its like fire, the <em>most beautiful</em> fire,"</strong> she hissed, and claimed his mouth again.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>08-01-2014, 19:33:17</strong>
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				<strong>Emperor Reynard XII</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Geraint_Emperor_Reynard_Av2.jpg)</div>Queen Aelirith is decidedly a most remarkable woman, with an undeniable gift for passion.&nbsp; So while it is undeniably the strangest conversation the Emperor has ever hand it is also the most gratifying.&nbsp; To have her behold him as he is, and still respond with desire … perhaps even greater desire … is remarkable.&nbsp; To carry on a serious conversation in the midst of it is quite extraordinary, even if it's a bit of a distracted conversation.&nbsp; So he gives her candor, and she accepts it, which is not exactly the norm among royalty.&nbsp; But then, neither of them is particularly normal.<br><br>If her kisses are inquisitive, they are not unaffectionate, and the movement of her hips against his is emphatic.&nbsp; It is actually quite blissful.&nbsp; He is aware, of course that it is his nature to inspire such reactions, but he also chooses to believe that Queen Aelirith is quite willing to be inspired.&nbsp; So he has to wonder if she has perhaps been as lonely as he.&nbsp; It seems quite clear that they do no harm to each other in the midst of passion, and it seems quite likely to him that they enhance one another.&nbsp; That in itself is a thought of formidable import.&nbsp; But in truth, the moment is so blissfully passionate that he is really not inclined to think too much at all.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Her fingers in his hair are stirring, as are her lips on his.&nbsp; Her response to their coupling is intense and multiple, as she takes on a glow that makes her even lovelier than before.&nbsp; Her screams are particularly inspiring enough so that he redoubles his efforts, and there seem to be several minutes when neither of them breathes.&nbsp; When remembered later, that will be a heady thought even for him.<br><br>In the midst of such a passionate response from the Queen, Reynard is incredibly stirred himself.&nbsp; Indeed each time she reaches climax, Aelirith's body all but demands a response.&nbsp; And as he erupts in side her again he realizes that he has quite lost count of their mutual orgasms.&nbsp; Were it not for his very nature, she would have easily drained him dry.&nbsp; But as it is, their intermingled spend and secretions quite overflow from her with his every thrust and drip down between her shapely buttocks, leaving her quite slick.&nbsp; So her next demand is not only delicious, but quite facilitated.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><em>"I want you everywhere.&nbsp; I ... I cannot help ... its like fire, the most beautiful fire,"</em><br><br>It is a bold request, deserving of a bold response, though he is not quite sure if the Queen realizes just how capable he is of fulfilling it in a contemporaneous fashion.&nbsp; So he thinks it might be best for him to begin a bit more conventionally … by freeing a hand to slide beneath one of her thighs, gather up some of the nectars of passion, and then start rubbing them around and into the delicate puckered rosebud at the base of her spine before slipping within it to caress and stretch.<br><br>Meanwhile, while they continue to hungrily kiss, he allows the somewhat prehensile tip of his tail to replace the relocated hand, in caressing one of her nipples.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>17-05-2014, 07:29:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/FireQueenA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span> Queen Regnant of Lesaria, Aelireth Silverdawn.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span> Emperor's Tower, Imperial Palace, Mordovia.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span> Year of the Rose, 6549 - Midsummer’s Eve, Nearing the Festival of Fires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Music Inspiration:</strong></span>&nbsp; 'Hungarian Dance No. 11 in D Minor(J. Brahms)'[/i] - Budapest Symphony Orchestra</span> (https://youtu.be/jf_k1hRYCkQ[i)<br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Once more, delight as well as a keen edge of terror and confusion were her emotive response to the Emperor Reynard's willingness to give her exactly what she had requested.&nbsp; Firstly it was clear that the Queen did not fully understand what it was that she wished for, and that in and of itself denied a care that was often advised for wishes of any type.&nbsp; Still with her uncertainty, passion did not abate.&nbsp; What the man ... <em>no</em>.&nbsp; What this creature of magic and abomination twined with beauty stirred in her was further still desire.&nbsp; She could not explain it as what should have been true was that she'd flee the chamber - if, one assumed she knew how to do that very thing.&nbsp; Instead, Aelireth moved upon Reynard as if she would never have such lovemaking again for the remainder of her days.&nbsp; As she felt him stretch her nether end, the royal woman whimpered and begged without words for more of the same.&nbsp; Her lips clung to his until she could not truly know where her own ended and if they were instead now his due to the strange attachment that had come upon her.&nbsp; <em>This dance offers a steady fire inside me that I do not entirely fear, but instead I want it so.&nbsp; I have not a word to describe it</em>, she thought with complete puzzlement.<br><br>Her fingers tugged on the locks of his dark hair, while thought became for the moment a thing completely lost and gone save for the need for more pleasure.&nbsp; If she had been a star in the unknown skies, by now without this magic, she knew it would have spelled her end somehow.&nbsp; This consideration, while frightening, did not make her pull away from Reynard even in that moment, nay.&nbsp; Instead she only needed him more.&nbsp; It was difficult even mid-coitus to accept that he was not at all anything that he seemed at rumour and first glimpse, this Emperor, and she had given over everything possibly of value that she could to him.&nbsp; In another moment, it might have driven her mad - if she had not already been spiralling down such an end due her lack of control over her fire magic.&nbsp; Her assessment of him from the start had been so very wrong, though for the moment she did not much care.&nbsp; When she finally orgasmed for a final time - during the endless seeming moment was like a dream, while afterward she thought she could perhaps fly away with the odd joy coursing through her psyche.&nbsp; <br><br>Being right where she was - that was all that Aelireth needed.&nbsp; She had writhed atop the Emperor until time was no longer very apparent to her, and sweat ran like tiny rivers from her now beyond perfect skin.&nbsp; The additional beautiful quality of her person was a fact she noticed simply due the lack of the scarring on the inside of her arm - which was a gift of falling from a tree as a child.&nbsp; Now, it and other tell tale markings were gone as if they had never been.&nbsp; Most importantly, the Queen did not feel exhausted - instead she felt as though she had gained something yet could not entirely put her fingertips on what. Gently Aelireth brushed her cheek and then lips over Reynard's shoulder and along his neck before she sighed softly, choosing to lie still and silent.&nbsp; Eyes open, she watched him, while her fingers toyed with the lengths of dark hair he possessed for several minutes until she was able to even consider speaking.<br><br>Instead, she laughed quietly.&nbsp; <strong>"My poor counselors will be besides themselves that I have yet to return ..."</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>02-06-2014, 07:10:19</strong>
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				<strong>Emperor Reynard XII</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Geraint_Emperor_Reynard_Av1.jpg)</div>By any reasonable measure of compatibility, the Queen and the Emperor make a remarkable pairing.&nbsp; They are both powerful and uncontested within their domains, each o them seems to it the definition of an enlightened ruler.&nbsp; Their reigns have been marked by peace and prosperity … well other than the matter of his armies on her border, or course who are really not acting disagreeable in any way.&nbsp; They are both attractive in their own ways, and they certainly attract each other both are most conversant with their own governments.&nbsp; <br><br>Beneath the surface the compatibility increases.&nbsp; Their libidos are exceptionally well matched, in power, scope, and even relative level depravity.&nbsp; Each is able to transfix the other with the look of a heated eye, yet they speak to each other as do equals, if totally besotted ones.&nbsp; Neither of them is what they seem, of course,&nbsp; He is a monster or an abomination, depending on one's theology, and she has monstrous traits as well.&nbsp; But their powers and auras are compatible, and they've3 managed to make remarkably explosive passion, without so much as singeing a curtain in his tower.&nbsp; <br><br>Whether this is truly a union of spirits on the cosmic level or just the pairing of remarkable powers and libidos, they nonetheless give the impression of being resolved to some form of union ... which is fortunate, given the promises she has made.&nbsp; But of course, nobody is watching them yet so they can both be what they may.&nbsp; <br><br>While it is true that she had given him everything already, it is of equal veracity that he has offered her the world … literally in any form she cared to grasp it.&nbsp; Whatever men and nations might thing what the emperor wants is merely the woman who is so gloriously riding his cock.&nbsp; The details will be made what ever she perceives to be suitable, and hopefully quite enough for her to maintain her own grip upon power.&nbsp; He has no wish to diminish her, but rather to make her more secure … for she is a mate truly worthy of an emperor … the only one he has ever found.&nbsp; And she is magnificent in her release, and he in joining her therein.<br><br>In that moment she brushes her lips over his flesh and smiles at him with what might just be affection.&nbsp; The two of them casually stroke one another as if lovers of long standing.&nbsp; He knows that she can sense already what else he brings to this union.&nbsp; Her energy is heightened rather than diminished, and she has better control of her flame.&nbsp; He himself is strangely invigorated as well.&nbsp; Those things are outright gifts to each other, which required no negotiations at all.&nbsp; But now, both of them sated for the moment, there are more mundane things with which to deal.<br><br><em>"My poor counselors will be besides themselves that I have yet to return ..."</em><br><br>He smiles, quite sure that will be the case,&nbsp; but also in a position to help her placate them.<br><br>"Indeed, my lady, so you must bring them a great victory from hard fought negotiations, something that will bode well for the kingdom, and also reassert your personal rule.&nbsp; There will be those who hope that you might fail so that the could rescue you, however foolish that might be.&nbsp; <br><br>"So what would you demand of me my lady to secure an alliance.&nbsp; <br><br>"Do you wish to be Empress of the mightiest Empire ever known?<br><br>"Or might you better humble the emperor and accept him as your consort, while you become his, married yet ruling separately and independently.<br><br>"Or might you not accept the Emperors offer of marriage at all, and instead negotiate an alliance of equals&nbsp; with free trade and mutual respect of borders.&nbsp; &nbsp;The world need not know, after all, how we spend our nights.<br><br>"Or perhaps you have another counter offer, that will reinforce your own power.&nbsp; It takes a mighty Queen to humble an Emperor, after all..<br><br>"You have completely broken down my defenses milady; you need now only tell me which victory you would bring home for your advisors to quibble over but eventually bless.<br><br>"What would you have of me, my lady?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>01-06-2015, 00:54:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/FireQueenA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span> Queen Regnant of Lesaria, Aelireth Silverdawn.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span> Emperor's Tower, Imperial Palace, Mordovia.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span> Year of the Rose, 6549 - Midsummer’s Eve, Nearing the Festival of Fires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Music Inspiration:</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>'Hungarian Dance No. 11 in D Minor(J. Brahms)'</em> - Budapest Symphony Orchestra (https://youtu.be/jf_k1hRYCkQ)</span><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">The Queen lay unabashed while entwined with her lover, this ... Emperor.&nbsp; While in one respect the fact that she had known him for less than an hour before going to his bed would normally have caused her considerable alarm, at this point she was aware that his allure was something not remotely human at all.&nbsp; The thought made her pulse race a little in both fear as well as anticipation, as did the fact that she did not want to actually move from this spot.&nbsp; She should have, truly not have even been here.&nbsp; But all the same Aelireth found the comfort of her magic strangely settled in a way it had not been since the first blooming of the flames deeply comforting.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her pale eyes slid half closed while the fingers of her right hand splayed upon Reynard's chest, gliding with soft strokes.&nbsp; Entirely replete for the time being, she laid her head against his shoulder.<br><br><strong>"I am of two minds, Reynard,"</strong> she whispered softly, and even while her voice held the expectation of command, it was shockingly gentle, even to her.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I would like to know if it is possible that I may be your Empress-Consort, while here in Mordovia, but when I am within my own borders, you are my King-Consort.&nbsp; That way, neither one of us has precedence over the other within our respective nations.&nbsp; If I am here, I am ... <em>I am yours</em>; when you are there, <em>you are mine</em>,"</strong> she continued, and those words, that last declaration, pulled a strange shiver down her spine, not of desire, but one of intent, as if somehow in speaking it she had managed with a single word to bind herself tighter to this ... otherworldly man.<br><br>It was known there was not <em>only</em> power in action, but thought, and emotion for those that were still alive not to fear magic.<br><br>Her brows furrowed.&nbsp; <strong>"I do not wish to bend you over to my council and allow them to crow as though the idea were their own.&nbsp; I want ... I would be free, as much as that means, and in the same turn, I have no desire to humble you, not even in a public view.&nbsp; I feel that ... my people would be more likely to accept the arrangement if I were to treat you ... with respect of your station, rather than be of concern with what has transpired between our nations previously."</strong><br><br>The soft murmur of her voice continued against Reynard's neck, paired with the faint brush of her lips.&nbsp; "My father would have expected me to deal with any political situation with my wisdom, rather than the Silverdawn temper than my line is known for, and nor can I move forth and not forget the regal grace of my late mother."<br><br>A soft sigh stirred from her after a short silence.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Lastly ... as you say I have broken your defenses, so too have you defeated my own,"</strong> she admitted freely, at the last.<br><br><strong>"I believe it is your turn to speak ..."</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>05-06-2015, 11:40:13</strong>
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				<strong>Emperor Reynard XII</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Geraint_Emperor_Reynard_Av1.jpg)</div>The transition between decadent passion and thoughtful discussion is one that both of them seem to navigate without enormous difficulty.&nbsp; The Emperor is tempted to attribute this to the fact that they are both sated, or would be … if he thought that they actually were sated.&nbsp; It was an enormously powerful combination for each of them to give the other what they most needed, made quite explosive by it happening in the midst of passion. Still, it is even more surprising that they are treating each other not only with want, but also evident affection.&nbsp; And that they are already on a first name basis bodes well.&nbsp; <br><br><em><strong>"I am of two minds, Reynard,"</strong></em>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>… and speaking softly, as well.<br><br><strong><em>"I would like to know if it is possible that I may be your Empress-Consort, while here in Mordovia, but when I am within my own borders, you are my King-Consort.&nbsp; That way, neither one of us has precedence over the other within our respective nations.&nbsp; If I am here, I am ... I am yours; when you are there, you are mine,"</em></strong><br><br>He would answer her then and there, but quite frankly does not want to interrupt her chain of thought.&nbsp; Whether she knows it or not, he has a great admiration for the mind that is carefully molding an agreement they can both live with.&nbsp; And it gets more fascinating by the moment.<br><br><em><strong>"I do not wish to bend you over to my council and allow them to crow as though the idea were their own.&nbsp; I want ... I would be free, as much as that means, and in the same turn, I have no desire to humble you, not even in a public view.&nbsp; I feel that ... my people would be more likely to accept the arrangement if I were to treat you ... with respect of your station, rather than be of concern with what has transpired between our nations previously."</strong></em><br><br>That he is impressed is very evident on his face, an intimacy itself that he has so far allowed only her.&nbsp; Now that he has found her he rather likes not having her debase herself or grovel and indeed the thought of treating her with respect to her station as well.&nbsp; While it suits the both of them extraordinarily well, it has the added benefit that it will keep the rest of the Empire, and indeed the rest of the world wondering.&nbsp; And the best part is that it is softly murmured against his neck, accompanied by the brush of her lips.&nbsp; <br><br><strong><em>"Lastly ... as you say I have broken your defenses, so too have you defeated my own," <br><br>"I believe it is your turn to speak ..."</em></strong><br><br>He smiles at that last part, as he does indeed take his turn.<br><br>"My Dear Aelireth, I find that perfectly acceptable in every detail.&nbsp; But I should mention for the sake of candor between us, that you are actually mine everywhere, though I am also yours everywhere, though our people need not know that at all.&nbsp; I like your solution very much ..."<br><br>His voice trails off a bit as he thinks.<br><br>"Of course there will be need to be two weddings and two coronations, one of each here and there.&nbsp; And we shall have to address the issue of our children and which is to rule what.&nbsp; &nbsp;No matter that we will likely change it later; your advisors will want it made clear.&nbsp; We can give them a <em>fait accompli</em>, of course, or give them something to occupy their argumentative. natures, while essentially making clear that the issue of marriage is already decided.&nbsp; I am also quite flexible as we can both rule as long as we like, though children can be quite rewarding.<br><br>"Do you like children, my dear?&nbsp; I think we might produce fascinating ones."<br><br>Reynard is a bit puzzled about the warm and fuzzy feelings in himself for Aelireth already; he's really never had such things before.&nbsp; But then that is much of what he had been searching for, and he is rather enjoying them, however premature they may be.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>14-06-2015, 02:26:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/FireQueenA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span> Queen Regnant of Lesaria, Aelireth Silverdawn.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span> Emperor's Tower, Imperial Palace, Mordovia.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span> Year of the Rose, 6549 - Midsummer’s Eve, Nearing the Festival of Fires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Music Inspiration:</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>'Hungarian Dance No. 11 in D Minor(J. Brahms)'</em> - Budapest Symphony Orchestra (https://youtu.be/jf_k1hRYCkQ)</span><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Her brows furrowed.&nbsp; <strong>"Yours everywhere and you are mine.&nbsp; I suppose that does suit well,"</strong> she replied while sliding her hand along the King's torso while pulling herself to sitting.&nbsp; <br><br>It took effort, and Aelireth realised that she was rather tired.&nbsp; She blinked slowly while letting free a quiet laugh.&nbsp; To herself she mulled over the remainder of his response before actually speaking aloud.&nbsp; Her head spun from the difference in the balance of power, so she closed her eyes and while trying to inch away from Reynard, she found that her body practically rebelled against her will.&nbsp; Alarm began to slowly flicker through her thoughts, but it was very dull under the passion and desire that drowned out her concern.<br><br><strong>"Two weddings.&nbsp; I do not mind that.&nbsp; We cannot expect each of our respective people to be able and willing to travel to and fro.&nbsp; But to appease my council, I imagine this will do well enough."</strong><br><br>Aelireth went quiet again, still seated atop Reynard, while it began to occur to her how wanton she had been.&nbsp; A blush brightened her cheeks and had the effect as well of softening her expression.&nbsp; She swept her hands down his chest once, and then was utterly <em>compelled</em> to do so again.&nbsp; Once more, fear curled through her face yet was so blended with her enjoyment of him not only as a man but as <em>other</em> that it was impossible to separate the two reactions.<br><br><strong>"I have no idea how I would feel about children.&nbsp; But I have always expected it would be a duty."</strong><br><br>Briefly, she wondered then just how different, just with this that her magic would be.&nbsp; It felt different.&nbsp; She felt different, so without further consideration, she allowed a bright flame, blue in colour to slide along her hands while she touched him, deeply curious to see both how immune he was, and to gauge her own control.&nbsp; The affect of course was startling as the fire was lesser than she expected but at the same time more powerful and brilliant.<br><br><strong>"May I stay a few days?&nbsp; It will shock them, frighten them even.&nbsp; But that is not why I wish to stay."</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>26-06-2015, 08:55:55</strong>
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				<strong>Emperor Reynard XII</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Geraint_Emperor_Reynard_Av1.jpg)</div>Getting down to details proves elusive for both of them, and Reynard proves to have just as much difficulty focusing as Queen Aelireth does, though they do make progress … in between caresses.&nbsp; In all of that, the Emperor could not be more pleased.&nbsp; He had known that she was an extraordinary woman, of course, quite worthy of his extraordinary pursuit.&nbsp; But that the attraction between them was so complete was quite unexpected.&nbsp; <br><br>It almost made him wish that he could turn off his own glamours and the compulsion upon her just to see how natural the attraction really was.&nbsp; But the Queen is mostly aware of all of the forces in play and is not complaining.&nbsp; He suspects that she has a bit of compulsion of her own, when it comes to her flame.&nbsp; And he is not at all immune to her natural charms, which is perhaps the most fascinating part for him.&nbsp; So he is of no mind to tamper with the delicious balance they are creating … nor apparently is she …<br><br><em>"Yours everywhere and you are mine.&nbsp; I suppose that does suit well,"</em><br><br>The flesh of his belly ripples with tremor as she runs he hand across it.&nbsp; He's perfectly capable of stilling that, but not at all inclined.&nbsp; He's quite happy for Queen Aelireth to know how markedly she affects him, even if she is still perhaps a bit unsettled about how he affects her.&nbsp; She seems quite hesitant about pulling away from him, though perhaps it might be more accurate to say that she finds cause for hesitation.&nbsp; How much of that is from him and how much from herself, he has no way of knowing, but it matters little, given that the force of attraction is real, and the fire of passion still burns brightly in her eyes.<br><br><em>"Two weddings.&nbsp; I do not mind that.&nbsp; We cannot expect each of our respective people to be able and willing to travel to and fro.&nbsp; But to appease my council, I imagine this will do well enough."</em><br><br>Appeasing her council seems not high on her current list of priorities, but there are concerns of rule that neither of them can quite forget, even is neither of them shows signs of being ready for a parting of company.&nbsp; That his Empress to be blushes merely from touching him is a quite compelling reason for not moving an inch.&nbsp; That she does this to him in his monstrous form, and indeed seems attracted to it, is an unexpected wonder.&nbsp; His plans had not envisioned an early disclosure of his true nature.&nbsp; But that things are going other than as planned is decidedly a serendipity.&nbsp; And the Emperor has long known both the virtue and the strategic advantages of embracing the unexpected.&nbsp; &nbsp;The conquest here, though, is quite mutual.<br><br><em>"I have no idea how I would feel about children.&nbsp; But I have always expected it would be a duty."</em><br><br>That she gives him candor is not only quite refreshing, but it also stirs the warm feeling in him for Aelireth.&nbsp; Candor is not a thing one necessarily expects in a marriage, especially one as blatantly political as theirs would appear to be.&nbsp; But appearances change practically with their every exchange of words, and she seems to already be exploring the possibilities of their union.<br><br>He can feel it immediately, when she calls flame to her hand.&nbsp; But he also senses it as she draws thoe power to do so.&nbsp; Already the nature of her flame has matured into something greater than it was, both in power and color.&nbsp; He could actively resist her of course, but Reynard is fascinated by her experiment, and quite happy to let his body respond as it wishes to her heated touch.&nbsp; At first there is nothing but the tingle of energy against his skin.&nbsp; Despite the heat of her flame, his flesh takes no burn,&nbsp; Rather it feels more an embrace of her power.<br><br>Gradually, a flame of his own rises, not to contest but to augment.&nbsp; It is perhaps a telling moment for both of them when his flame embraces hers, traveling with it and her hand.&nbsp; At first it is all reds and oranges, giving a kind of rainbow effect with her blue.&nbsp; But almost as his body warmed to her touch his own flame warms as well, with shades of yellow appearing nearest hers.&nbsp; But even as his flame seems to enclose hers, both flames seem to alter, so that the small fall of fire she moves eventually becomes a pristine white at its core, surrounded by a growing band of shades of purple.&nbsp; But it is still the queen who controls it, which is perhaps a bit of allegory for their growing relationship.<br><br><em>"May I stay a few days?&nbsp; It will shock them, frighten them even.&nbsp; But that is not why I wish to stay."</em><br><br>As much is Reynard is fascinated by her question and curious of it's reason, he lets their still mingled flame guide his answer.&nbsp; <br><br>"Nothing would give me greater pleasure, my dear, than for you to linger longer with me.&nbsp; I shall gladly yield to your judgment on the merits and advantages of shocking and frightening your council.&nbsp; For whatever reason you wish to stay, you are welcome … though I suspect we shall both need sustenance soon, given how brightly your flame burns now."&nbsp; <br><br>And even as the flame brightens the Emperor can feel himself becoming aroused yet again.<br><br>"You are quite magnificent, you know?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>03-07-2015, 13:32:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/FireQueenA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span> Queen Regnant of Lesaria, Aelireth Silverdawn.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span> Emperor's Tower, Imperial Palace, Mordovia.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span> Year of the Rose, 6549 - Midsummer’s Eve, Nearing the Festival of Fires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Music Inspiration:</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>'Hungarian Dance No. 11 in D Minor(J. Brahms)'</em> - Budapest Symphony Orchestra (https://youtu.be/jf_k1hRYCkQ)</span><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">It was the way he reacted that held Aelireth's attention most firmly; that focus upon her and her words.&nbsp; She had been not used to it, not that way.&nbsp; Her councilors <em>tolerated</em> her being above them, while they constantly - or at least it did seem so to the Queen - machinated plans to supplant her or remove some scraps of influence that the the barons themselves might take it in hand.&nbsp; <br><br>Thus of course, while the very man that Reynard was made it nearly impossible to resist him, all the same, the subtleties caused the lady to question everything much less.&nbsp; One could neither falsify being alone and seeking something quite specific, as equally as it was unlikely to be able to feign the way they aligned so neatly, or at the least it was what she presumed was a possible truth.&nbsp; Her lips parted and further more she gazed at him for a time while her breathing strangely quickened.&nbsp; Leaning forward without much regard of the manner that she remained straddling Reynard's hips, Aelireth closed her eyes while sliding her cheek along his, then brushed her forehead to the man's as well.&nbsp; <br><br>The warmth he seemed to have for her, blooming slowly even through their difficult beginning was intriguing to the Queen, particularly having kept her gaze on the flames produced from Reynard's body and her hands.&nbsp; Half a dozen questions or more flew through Aelireth's expression, all concerns that she did not know precisely how to ask of, due the potential intimate nature.&nbsp; A small smile turned her lips upward while she was suddenly aware of the difference in power, as well as how her flames reacted to Reynard, and further curiosity, no doubt that which spelled the woman's eventually doom gleamed in the woman's expression.&nbsp; The smile edged away to a simple parting of the lips as the flames continued to augment themselves.<br><br>After a time, she allowed the magic to slowly come to an end while she took a moment to release the softest of sighs.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I would stay for that reason in small part ..."</strong> the Queen paused dared to and continue, <strong>"my King,"</strong> she said, trying out the title further in a more intimate fashion.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I feel more in control of my magic than I have since it began to grow in my youth, and it seems that if we are to learn one another, that I should not depart immediately?"</strong> <br><br>Aelireth trailed her hand once more down Reynard's chest.&nbsp; <strong>"It seems most sensible that we send for attire for at least a pair of days for me, if you would have it so."</strong>&nbsp; Bending near to the man, she stared down into his eyes.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Do you wish it so,"</strong> she murmured softly, having noticed that his sensual interest in her had just begun to return.&nbsp; <strong>"Shall I stay with you, my lord?"</strong><br><br>The more Aelireth stared, her excitement and interest grew further, and she couldn't help but ask one more question, and likely a dangerous one.&nbsp; <strong>"Is that even your true name, Reynard?&nbsp; Or is it only part of what you are, along with the human appearance you may hold at will?"</strong> </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>12-07-2015, 08:46:47</strong>
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				<strong>Emperor Reynard XII</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Geraint_Emperor_Reynard_Av1.jpg)</div>Queen Aelireth is altogether a wonder to Emperor Reynard.&nbsp; He is quite powerful enough to have his way with her in virtually every way, but that is not what he wishes to do, even though he is fully comfortable with the trappings of power and its uses.&nbsp; Yet, what he does not demand from her, she offers him freely.&nbsp; Yes, it likely was the glamours at first, and certainly she is tied to him by her own agreement.&nbsp; But given that fact, things seem more and more the kind of arrangement that has give and take for both of them, and he finds himself encouraging her in every way to make it a relationship of equals.<br><br>So it is at the moment that it is he subject to her desires, a situation that he quite enjoys.&nbsp; It would seem that her want for him is as fierce as his for her, and their fascination with each other is equal as well.&nbsp; It had not occurred to him, before Aelireth, that there could be genuine warmth in a dynastic arrangement, that they would seek to continue in each other's company for the simple enjoyment of it, and that they would share for the sake of the sharing and each other.&nbsp; It's unprecedented and unexpected, and surely she is the most fascinating woman he's ever met.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>The byplay of their flames is instinctive and natural, requiring no effort nor guidance on his part.&nbsp; But still it captures his eyes as well as hers, though the greater enthrallment on his part is with the woman herself.&nbsp; She seems as eager to learn from him as she is to subject herself to his desires.&nbsp; Perhaps fluidity would be a better description of the unspoken relationship between them, it being whatever the two of them want at the moment, accomplished readily in harmony.&nbsp; <br><br>That more than flame burns between them is increasingly obvious and the queen is still smiling, if more carefully so, and eventually both flames fade away, with a sigh from Aelireth's lips as they return to the subject of arrangements <br><br><em>"I would stay for that reason in small part ... my King,"</em> <br><br>He smiles at the words that not another soul could utter to him without consequences.&nbsp; Already, she is trying out her wings, so to speak.<br><br>"I feel more in control of my magic than I have since it began to grow in my youth, and it seems that if we are to learn one another, that I should not depart immediately?" <br><br>He had not particularly wished to part, but was generally not in the habit of indulging his own wants excessively.&nbsp; Indulging her wants, however is an entirely different thing, and he finds himself quite permissive on the issue.<br><br>"That seems quite logical to me, my Queen.&nbsp; The more comfortable we are in each other, the more formidable we become to those who might wish to thwart either of us.&nbsp; <br><br>"Plus, there are of course other advantages that might be accrued from learning each other quite thoroughly."<br><br>She trails her hand down his chest, which would be quite persuasive were he not already in full accord.&nbsp; But then he finds it perfectly plausible that rather than seeking to persuade that she is simply indulging both of them under the excuse of persuasion, given that she seems quite aware of his renewed arousal, and is staring down into his eyes.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"It seems most sensible that we send for attire for at least a pair of days for me, if you would have it so."</em>&nbsp; <br><br>His smile broadens at that, simply because he's not entirely convinced that she will spend much time actually dressed if she stays.&nbsp; But then there are appearances to be maintained, after all.&nbsp; And she does invoke her wiles upon him in the most delicious of ways.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Do you wish it so … Shall I stay with you, my lord?"</em><br><br>Her voice is a soft murmur as she looks down into his eyes. The question is all but rhetorical, so he answers her with a hungry kiss pulling her body tight to his long enough for her to feel the heat in him for her.&nbsp; But he does indulge her subsequent question.<br><br><em>"Is that even your true name, Reynard?&nbsp; Or is it only part of what you are, along with the human appearance you may hold at will?"</em><br><br>He does not hesitate to answer.<br><br>"It is my name indeed, my Empress.&nbsp; Surely it's not a name I would have given myself.&nbsp; And being a half-breed, I was denied a true Demon name, which I find quite convenient, given that I can't be summoned, unless by someone I wish to have that that power.&nbsp; Nor am I accepted as one of the Sidhe, not even the Unseelie; Rather I am among the Outsiders.&nbsp; Thus I am free to rule the Empire without direct interference from higher or lower powers.&nbsp; I am, in truth the perfect outcast ... none wants me but you, my dear, though many want what I represent.<br><br>"But then, there may be more to me than even I know … that you are destined to discover and draw out.&nbsp; Only you will have the power to do so."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>03-10-2015, 13:25:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/FireQueenA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span> Queen Regnant of Lesaria, Aelireth Silverdawn.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span> Emperor's Tower, Imperial Palace, Mordovia.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span> Year of the Rose, 6549 - Midsummer’s Eve, Nearing the Festival of Fires.<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Music Inspiration:</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>'Hungarian Dance No. 11 in D Minor(J. Brahms)'</em> - Budapest Symphony Orchestra (https://youtu.be/jf_k1hRYCkQ)</span><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">She understood further more that it was what he was, and who Reynard was that drew her to him.&nbsp; Yet now her mind lay silent to the fact that if not for his immense magic, the chance was high they would not be here and the negotiations would have fallen apart due to her frustrations with her <em>own</em> people, not his.&nbsp; It was a fact that Baron Andras, and his heavy hand had denied her and the common people much.&nbsp; A situation she intended to repair as soon as was sensible.&nbsp; <br><br>Yet, Aelireth decided to take a lesson from her bargains made with her soon to be ... husband and consort; the Queen pulled her lower lip into her mouth, noting it was still somewhat swollen and reddened from their kissing.&nbsp; 'Twas with that thought she felt it, that odd, yet terribly warm liquid pull from the man himself.&nbsp; She stared intently, fighting to get the words she desired to say in order.&nbsp; There was much more to be negotiated, yet, once more all that she most desired had naught to do with talking.<br><br>Aelireth shook her head and rolled her hips against his, while her hands again brushed along the muscles of the Emperor's arms.<br><br><strong>"There is a distinct part of me that enjoys the idea of being further comfortable with you.&nbsp; You speak of advantages, however.&nbsp; Was there a specific desire you had in that regard?"</strong> Her voice was very soft and all the while she didn't seem to quite notice that she had shifted to practically nuzzling his cheek with the fine edge of her nose, while those lips of hers followed directly after.&nbsp; <br><br>Her pulse quickened just in asking such personal questions, the action near causing a certain giddiness. <strong>"Is there something you have a need of, personally, that is unfulfilled?&nbsp; I speak <em>not</em> of matters of state,"</strong> she whispered and a gentle shiver raced along the Queen's spine.&nbsp; She enjoyed the idea of helping him.<br><br>Indeed, he had only just kissed her but moments before and it was ever so strange that the more that was granted, the more she felt as though there needed to be further unravelling between them.&nbsp; That he wanted her to stay was the most lovely feeling; almost a dizzy presence. Yet, there were further difficulties to be worked through.&nbsp; <strong>"Fire magic ... and others of its ilk are considered an ... offense worthy of exile, or even death.&nbsp; I would request that we impress perhaps upon my council to rescind this ruling."</strong>&nbsp; Dark, elegantly arched brows drew downward with a soft, yet grave concern.<br><br><strong>"It is <em>not</em> for myself that I speak purely, but for those of your lands that would travel across the borders.&nbsp; It makes no sense to have either people misunderstand various laws we have that are different.&nbsp; I believe as well it would make a situation like that of any ... children less worrisome."</strong>&nbsp; Her head rested then against his shoulder once she ceased speaking, the weight of her words and the effect it had upon her, as well as those that had suffered for it nearly a physical draining.<br><br><strong>"Outcast,"</strong> she said contemplatively.&nbsp; <strong>"Your existence sounds so solitary."</strong>&nbsp; Her gaze once more met his, and this time her eyes were again that pure, molten gold.&nbsp; While Aelireth's mortal eyes were not capable of seeing it, already she had managed to twine the magic she had absorbed from with her own, creating something entirely different.&nbsp; To her presence, that flame aura she possessed was something soft and warm. If the question had once been asked if fire could be pure and the answer had once been <em>no</em> - it was now quite the opposite.<br><br><em>"Never again,"</em> the royal lady murmured.<br><br>Bonds that had been unexpected tightened upon her, yet rather than protest, Aelireth murmured her delight against Reynard's neck, unable to keep the deeply sensual notes from her voice.&nbsp; How could it offer harm after all, when the very thought of pulling away from him and dressing seemed the most horrible sin?&nbsp; A commanding presence slid through her face before she buried it again against her King's neck.&nbsp; <em>Yes, hers.</em><br><br><em>"I must convince the people to love you."</em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Hinds and Hounds: A Deviant Seduction [Geraint &amp; Haloriel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>12-10-2015, 00:12:48</strong>
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				<strong>Emperor Reynard XII</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Geraint_Emperor_Reynard_Av2.jpg)</div>Reynard is fascinated by his new Empress-to-be, and indeed becoming quite attached to her in more than the physical sense.&nbsp; He has had many women over the years … Empresses and liberated slave women, and everything in between.&nbsp; None of them had affected him like Aelireth does, nor has any been so perceptive of the unique advantages that he could offer.&nbsp; But, at the same time, from none has he felt the same personal warmth that he feels from her.&nbsp; <br><br>The attraction between them, as with their fires, is very strong already, and his cock swells a bit more within her as she rolls her hips.&nbsp; Reynard finds himself full of all sorts of wants for this Queen of his, especially once she speaks of her inclination to indulge his desires.<br><br>"There is a distinct part of me that enjoys the idea of being further comfortable with you.&nbsp; You speak of advantages, however.&nbsp; Was there a specific desire you had in that regard?" <br><br>Her nuzzling and her lips are both affectionate and stirring, and he finds himself full all sorts of specific desires, though he still wonders if she knows what it is she offers to him.&nbsp; <br><em><br>"Is there something you have a need of, personally, that is unfulfilled?&nbsp; I speak not of matters of state,"</em><br><br>His lips make a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl, for she offers him a most exquisite indulgence.&nbsp; His tail instinctively seeks out the heat between Aelireth's thighs, even while she is so mounted upon him.&nbsp; The tip of it seeks out the nub of her desire to caress with both great facility and finesse, as they continue their conversation.<br><em><br>"Fire magic ... and others of its ilk are considered an ... offense worthy of exile, or even death.&nbsp; I would request that we impress perhaps upon my council to rescind this ruling."</em>&nbsp; <br><br>He smiles, liking the directions of her thoughts as well as her libido.<br><br>"I think, my dear that that would be a worthy goal, for which I could readily offer myself and free trade with the Empire as the reason, rather than revealing her your more personal reasons."&nbsp; <br><br>She continues readily, as his tail furthers it's intimate explorations, offering the gathered nectar of the Aelireth's passion to her lips, in between her points of discussion.<br><br><em>"It is not for myself that I speak purely, but for those of your lands that would travel across the borders.&nbsp; It makes no sense to have either people misunderstand various laws we have that are different.&nbsp; I believe as well it would make a situation like that of any ... children less worrisome."</em><br><br>Once it's task, his tail caresses its way down her body in a most intimately caressing way, but eventurally moving to her backside to stir where his fingers have remained, and demonstrate it's utility there by rimming her with it's tip, as he speaks.<br><br>"After all free transit could increase trade considerably and be of much financial benefit to your kingdom, which perhaps could be designated a major port of entry for trade with the Empire."<br><br>Aelireth remains thoughtful, and his own actions remain tease for now, or promise for the near future as may be.<br><em><br>"Outcast … Your existence sounds so solitary."</em>&nbsp; <br><br>He smiles.<br><br>"No more than your own I think, my dear."<br><br>At that her lips offer a murmured declaration.<br><br><em>"Never again,"</em><br><br>Whether she speaks to the issue of fir, or his loneliness or hers, or even to all of those things, is not specified, nor need it be, given her throaty voice and the renewed search for further intimacy between them.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I must convince the people to love you."</em><br><br>He smiles at the thought, and his smile broadens at the logical answer.<br><br>"That might best be accomplished, my dear, it we give your people clear evidence that we love one another."<br><br>It is not unthinkable, given how their entire beings seem to crave one another ever more intently.&nbsp; Indeed, they seem both well on their way to it's accomplishment … with more than a bit of passion along the way.<br><br>"If you would still have me everywhere, my lovely queen, I would gladly indulge you with my tail where my fingers now reside ... but perhaps …"&nbsp; <br><br>She definitely inspires contemplation of love, but she also stirs the perversions integral to his basic nature.<br><br>"If you wish to indulge my personal needs first …&nbsp; you might take my member within your mouth to renew it's turgor, and even drain it again if you wish, while I demonstrate how versatile and stirring my tail can be within the folds of your most intimate flesh." <br>
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