The Hidden Village (Ravenchild and TheGoldenTouch)
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				Title: <strong>The Hidden Village (Ravenchild and TheGoldenTouch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 22:40:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs40/f/2009/011/6/3/elf_by_Himmlich.jpg)</div>The dimly glowing faerie lights bobbed in place from the corners of the room, leaving it a slightly ethereal feeling.&nbsp; The walls curving and disappearing into the fathomless shadows above, and seemed to vaguely echo the trunk of a tree. Other than a few chairs, a table built for one a bed dominated one corner of the room. A lone male form was spread across the bed, his limbs circled firmly with rope and bound down to keep him immobile should he rise from his healing sleep too soon. The small door opened, and a woman stepped through it. She balanced a tray on one long fingered hand. Her skin seemed to glow in the dim lights of the room, the paleness the same as the glow of the moon. Her hair was cropped short, hugging her head in a straight mass of teal colored tresses that framed her delicate cat eyes the color of sapphires. The barest tips of her pointed ears peeked from the short locks, silver jewelry decorating the delicate lobes. Her legs and body seemed to go on forever as she crossed the room to the bedside. Relinquishing the tray to sit on the table, she swept the long train of her light Priestess robe aside and sank onto the soft mattress next to him- sitting sideways as she brought a damp cloth to his fever-tainted skin. <br><br>This man had been found just inside the borders of Alionna wounded and bleeding out. He was an outsider but with the coming of the full moon and the celebration imminent, she had forced her hand and he had been brought further into their hidden realm. His death on their hands would taint the joyous holiday. She had been saddled with his care, but she had to admit she would have volunteered as was her duty.&nbsp; She gritted her teeth in frustration, lightly dabbing at the edges of the wounds that refused to clot and heal on their own. Humans... They were a troublesome lot that required much more than her kind to heal without prayer. It was necessary to invoke something far more powerful should she hope to keep him alive. She tucked her hair behind her ears and moved to straddle him, her robes flaring around her thighs that hugged his hips. The flimsy half-see through fabric showing the smooth span of her belly and her upper chest and shoulders above her breasts. <br><br>Priestess magic was something that took as much as it gave, and she dropped her hands to his bared flesh- feeling the difference between the smoothness of an elf and that of a human. She traced runes on his skin, her voice soft and melodic as it chanted the names of the marks, invoking her Goddess' power to heal him, <em>"Koinathdosu Om Roikath."</em> Leaning down, she pressed her body gently to his her blood heating at the pull of the magic that was required. Her hands moved over his skin still, her lips dropping to his mouth gently to breathe the life back into him, coaxing him back from the precipice of Death. She pressed her lips to his ear, murmured her pleas to the Goddess with his cooler skin touching the heated warmth of her body pressed against him from hip to chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Village (Ravenchild and TheGoldenTouch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LaCroix</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 23:29:10</strong>
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				(http://th00.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2009/348/6/0/Pirate_by_anstellos.jpg) <br>Alexander LaCroix lay in the soft bed beneath the gorgeous, beautiful, lush frame of the exotic Elven Priestess. His masculine frame riddled with old scars and newer fresh wounds on complete display. His skin was tanned and weathered from a lifetime of living on the run, a life time of ill gotten gains and crimes that had led him to this point. As the elven priestess ran her hands across his broad chest she would not notice the strange symbols branded into his skin. Human markings, the markings of a man that had seen the inside of the Imperial Prisons at one point in his life. The branding was fresh, merely weeks, perhaps a month old. That was how he had come to find himself in this strange land.<br><br>Hours before there had been an intense and frightening battle on the borders of the ancient and strange elven forests. Explosions had rocked and scarred the landscape as Alexander's band of brigands and highwaymen had assaulted the Imperial caravan that was transporting to the blocks for execution. It had been a terrible battle, steel clashing against steel, terrifying magic unleashed as his men rushed the caravan and broke him free. It, however, had all gone wrong. The Imperial troops had proved to much, they had been to well armed and Alexander had become separated and driven into the woods. His white cotton shirt hanging around his body in tatters, an arrow lodged deep into his shoulder. He had fled blindly deeper and deeper into the cursed Elven woodlands, leaving a trail of his own blood behind behind until he had collapsed and slumped against an ancient tree where the world had gone dark.<br><br>Now, here he was. He felt something strange, not the hard ground the forest beneath him, but the soft caress of a feather stuffed mattress. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized that was naked and felt the soft, sensual, lush curves of something distinctly feminine pressing down across his thighs. He could feel the stirring of his arousal, his thick, meaty, human manhood stirred to life pressing against the soft, moist folds of the Elven Priestess as she leaned over him and soft, large mounds of sensual flesh caressed his own flesh as a strange voice cooed into his ear and willed him back from the darkness. Slowly his strong and calloused hands lifted to press against her shapely hips guiding her hips to squirm down more firmly against his burgeoning, turgid erection. <br><br>"Ohhhhhhnn..Lola.." He whispered the name in a sensual utterance as he moved to pressed his face into her soft bosom, letting her feel the rough stubble lining his jawline as he nuzzled his face into her deep cleavage gently. "..You're such a saucy serving wench, you always know just what I like, don't you.." He whispered up to her lost somewhere between a dream and awakening as the Priestess worked her strange healing rites on him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Village (Ravenchild and TheGoldenTouch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 23:51:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs40/f/2009/011/6/3/elf_by_Himmlich.jpg)</div> She felt him begin to stir beneath her, his muscles tensing as life filled them again. The Priestess reached for his bindings, check them to make sure they were secure enough in the off chance he was strong enough to escape and hurt her, or her people, harm. Her prayers continued, sensing that they were indeed working as his body responded to her. She bit her full bottom lip, realizing the differences in a male of her species and one of his were much like night and day. His naked shaft was thick, protruding against her body between her spread thighs and she fed the healing spell with the ache that started with their bodies all but joined. <br><br>She almost jumped away in surprise and a small part of revulsion when his hands landed on her hips, but her duty to keep him alive let him move her more fully against his cock. With the full moon close, her body was begging for the stimulation he offered. It was a dangerous thing to be alone in this state, though her own partial nudity did not bother her. It was the time frame in which he had come to them. He was dangerous for all the females in this place. She had to get him out of here soon...<br><br>Seizing the opportunity to heal him further, she continued her prayers in earnest- the full curves of her body fitting against him. His scruff rubbed against her soft, sensitive skin and she made a small growl at the electric feeling. He was talking, and she only vaguely heard the human name he uttered. Her fingers went it his cheek, bringing his head to bear so she could breathe another kiss across his delirious mouth. <em>"Lle ier varna, human... Be at peace,"</em> She whispered softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Village (Ravenchild and TheGoldenTouch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LaCroix</strong> on <strong>09-06-2013, 03:55:39</strong>
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				Alexander groaned as the lush female form astride him pushed more firmly against him. He could feel the shape of his throbbing, thick erection rubbing up and down along the folds of her pussy, He felt the head of his cock rubbing into her clit, smearing it with his heated pre-cum as she writhed and rubbed her barely clothed breasts up and down his chest. "Mmn..don't tease, you know I'm good for the cost of the gold.." He murmured hotly as his thick, strong fingers dug into the fleshy cheeks of her rounded, thick bottom and shifted her hips back until he felt the head of his big, hard, heated manhood probing between the swollen, sodden folds of her sex. He gasped as he felt the thick head pushing in against her tight, slippery wet hole. The fat crown threatening to stretch her open and slip inside with one hard thrust.<br><br>He began to rouse when he felt the energy returning to his body, life returning to his frame and gasped loudly. Breath returned to his lungs and his hips surged upward in a reflexive movement that made the wide helmet topping that thick erection push up and stretch that tight hole until pushed past into the warm, silken, velvety heat of her inner core. "Goddess!" He cried out suddenly as his eyes snapped open and he stared up into the beautiful face of the strange, buxom, curvy elven creature sitting astride him whispering prayers in some strange, divine sounding chant. "I..what..where?!" He breathed the words out in a panic as he looked around the strange, dark cabin and bit back a low, lustful moan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Hidden Village (Ravenchild and TheGoldenTouch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 01:54:58</strong>
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				Her body fed off his lust, turning the connection of their bodies into a never-ending cycle that continued to bring him back from the edge of darkness. She shook her head, refusing to claim his body as her own ached to sheath him deeply between her thighs. The Priestess probed the newly healed wounds, the flesh starting to fade from the angry red and was pink with newly formed skin. Her inspection proved that he would at least not die on them should he be returned to his own kind. Pleased, she started to release the magic, letting it flow back to the powers that be, relaxing just a bit when he woke completely.<br><br>It was a bit terrifying, his body convulsing as his lungs remembered their task in life and expanded. His hips driving up to force his thick shaft into her wet but exceedingly tight body. She gasped, her wide and full of a touch of fear as they landed on his when she caught herself on his chest from falling forward completely. Swallowing hard, she tried to pry her body upward and away from his throbbing shaft, biting back a hiss. Using a commonplace tongue made her rusty but she attempted to sooth him, "You are safe. We found you bleeding out and sought to keep you alive..."
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