A Sorceress's Service (IrishWolf & CopperLily)
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				Title: <strong>A Sorceress's Service (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>17-10-2015, 21:33:45</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://irishrainphotography.com/irishrain/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/wild-field-in-mountains-ireland-landscape-irish-april-2013.jpg)</div>The high summer was ended, as the sun arched towards it peak, bathing the rolling hills in golden hues and warmth. Soft breezes caressed the fields of tall grain, stirring the ripening crops and making the green leaves of the trees to dance, rustling gentling in chorus with the song of birds. It was a fine time to be alive, the battles between the tribes and small kingdoms of the great island, were coming to a stop, as the men were needed to return to their hearths, in order to bring in the harvest. Soon the grain pits would be full and the faeries would be out, for the festivals.<br><br>However, as peaceful as all seemed, there was danger in the air as well. The Fianna were out, freed from their service to lords and kings. These somewhat wild bands of landless young warriors, were making their way back to the lands, where they would winter, carrying plunder and pay from the battles they had fought. Their blood was still up, flushed with victory or needing to ease the pain of defeat and whatever village they came across, outside of the lands they would lived in during the snows, was fair game. A little extra plunder, a few more heads or a herd of cattle to run off and bring as gifts to whichever lord would be quartering them. <br><br>One such fian came down from the mountains, which they had crossed, so that they could travel to the lands of their leader’s father. The grass of the unclaimed land, tickled the bellies of their tall, shaggy ponies, which they sat upon bareback, with bags slung across shoulders or flanks. They numbered thirty and four, mostly humans and the wolven people, although four of the fox folk rode among them and near the rear of band was a elk stag. Among them, were the third and fourth grandsons, of a king, the rest the sons of lesser nobles or well off craftsmen. Sunlight glinted off metal, gold or silver torcs and armbands, the bronze of sword hilts and the bosses of shields or the steel heads of spears, javelins or axes. <br><br>At the head of this waring band rode, rode it’s leader, Dáire Ó hAonghusa (http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll83/Spikytom/Fanmade%20Anime%20Girls/AnthroWolf.jpg), a tall, muscular wolf, with pitch black fur and golden eyes. A braided silver torc rested around his neck and knot worked silver bands wrapped around his biceps. A simple green cloak rested about his shoulders, pinned with a bronze brooch, set with an emerald. He wore no tunic, letting the breeze tease his fur, especially the thick ruff of his chest, although he did wear green and black checkered trousers, held up by a sword belt of gold rings. He needed no boots and wore none. A longsword (http://casiberia.com/img/prod/lp0073.jpg) was sheathed at his right hip, an oval shield was slung on his back and he carried a handful of javelins. <br><br>As the fian crested one of the larger hills, talking and laughing, the wild glasses suddenly gave way to barley and wheat. Looking down over several more, if smaller kills, they could see a village. Not one of note but it look to boast a dozen head of cattle and at least double that of sheep, which he could run off. Fierce, terrible grins split the faces of the warriors, as they looked down. They had come upon a village unaware, this would be an easy raid. Touching heels to flanks, they picked up speed, riding down towards the unsuspecting settlement, loosening swords in scabbards, hungry for a little more plunder. <br><div align="center">(http://www.timetrips.co.uk/celt-farm.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sorceress's Service (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>19-10-2015, 09:15:09</strong>
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				The ending of a season was always a dangerous time. Raiders would return at the end of Summer, looking to cement their reputation with a few last minute spoils. When the Fall came, an early frost could kill the crops before they came in, or a wet storm could cause them to rot in the granary. The end of Winter, which always carried such joy and celebrating, could also be deadly. A late blizzard could doom war parties setting out on the first raids, or kill newly birthed calves. And the end of Spring...well, the end of the sowing season and the ending of the rains brought with them raiders, and all that entailed.<br><br>Transitions were dangerous. And she was about to embark on one.<br><br>A half-dozen auguries had come to her as the season progressed, each one stronger, and more specific. Two skeins, intersecting. A village that had to be protected. And a warlord who had to be guided. Both would be needed in the coming age. And the burden of both fell on her shoulders.<br><br>But transitions were dangerous. Which is why she found herself standing out here in the middle of the road, clad only in a loincloth that left very little to the imagination. Deep-blue swirls of paint marked her skin, the markings of an offering, a sacrifice. But in a very real way she was a single, nearly-naked young woman facing down a pack of raiders on horseback, intent on loot. Perhaps they would accept her offer. Perhaps they would not. Even she didn't truly know what she would do if they refused, yet took her captive. And if they simply ran her through with a spear?<br><br>She dismissed those thoughts as they crested the hill, and she raised her arm, both in greeting and to show she was unarmed, while their horses, which should have been speeding toward a vulnerable, poorly defended village instead began to balk, and shy away from their course.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sorceress's Service (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>19-10-2015, 21:59:02</strong>
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				The fian plunge down, keeping to the simple road, the villagers use to reach the far ends of their fields, losing sight of the village, as they crossed the dip between the hills. They would have begun to fan out, as they crested the next hill but before they could, the ponies came to a sudden halt. Laughter turned to shouts of alarm, as several of the warband were thrown from their mounts and sprawled into the dirt or were tossed into nearly ripe grain. Those were were not thrown, just barely managed to avoid the embarrassment, with many left clutching the necks of their ponies, weapons and shields dropped to the ground. <br><br>Dáire himself, was the only one in the front ranks, to remain mounted, even though his pony had reared wildly, refusing to carry him forwards. The clank of coins, ringing out from the bags that slipped off the beast’s flanks, were drowned out by a whinny of pain, as the big wolf had grabbed his pony’s mane in powerful hands, to keep from falling. He kept his grip, until his mount had dropped back to all four hooves and began pawing the ground, trying to turn away from the road. However, the big wolf had stopped paying attention to his pony, as he was the first to spot the girl on the road. <br><br>For a long moment, he looked down the hill, his golden eyes focused on the nearly naked young woman, before he simply leaped from the back of the pony. Leaving his company to sort itself out, he walked down the hill, right towards her, until he was standing in front of her. He was a head and shoulders taller than she, so that if she looked right ahead and did not meet his eyes, she would have been left staring at his chest. For a long moment, he said nothing but just looked down, studying the girl and ignoring the shouts that had started rising from his band. <br><br>&nbsp;Something was odd about this. Seeing a lone figure, should not have stopped the fian from riding down to the village. If anything, she should have been ridden down or snatched by one of the warriors as they rode by. But just as interesting, as her attire or rather her lack of attire and the patterns painted on her lovely form.<br><br>Dáire, a prince in his own right, had made sacrifices before for the druids. Animals, all painted in the same swirls as the human woman was. Only once before in his life, had he seen those patterns traced on a person and that was when he had been but a cub. It had been a very bad year for the crops and there was starvation in the land. The old mystics claimed the Gods were angry and would only be satisfied with a sacrifice of blood. They had picked beautiful young men and women, painted them like she was and then slit their throats on the altars. The next harvests had been bountiful, so, the Gods must have been pleased. <br><br>Was she the village’s sacrifice to his band of raiders? <br><br>“Whats your name lass” the black furred wolf finally said, lifting one big hand and pinching her nipple lightly, “Are you suppose to appease us? Your elders should have sent more girls, we’re near to two score in number.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sorceress's Service (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>20-10-2015, 07:23:15</strong>
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				The painted girl watched him approach, though she did not raise her head to meet his eyes, keeping her head instead respectfully bound, though she let out a soft gasp when he pinched her nipple, the movement brazen, sure of himself, and his position in the world. She wondered if he would be able to see past it.<br><br>"I am called Deirdre, and I am no one's to give." At that, she tilted her head up to look at him, a narrow, knowing smile on her face. "And yet I am an offering for you, Dáire Ó hAonghusa, if you have the will to see it." The wind shifted slightly, running through his fur, and the moonlight seemed to glimmer in her eyes.<br><br>"And yes, if you simply view me as a means to sate your lusts, and those of your men, I am an inadequate offering. As merely a vessel to be filled, I would doubtless succumb to exhaustion far sooner than my purpose would be at an end." She reached put, her smaller frame putting her fingers on the hilt of his sword, dancing over it but making no attempt to draw.<br><br>"Yet assuming I am some girl to be passed around your camp fire is as assuming this is meant to spread butter. And you are not a foolish man, are you my Lord?"
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>20-10-2015, 22:44:11</strong>
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				There was a smile on the muzzle of the black wolf, as the painted girl gasped, ever so softly, at his touch. He was already wondering what over sounds she would make, when he was taking his pleasure from her and about to lift his other hand to her chest, when she spoke. Her name she gave, as he had asked but his eyes narrowed slightly, when she said no one could give her but that she was an offering to him. There was a slight tilted to his head, when she said his name, his full name. There should be none here, to know who he was, they were yet a few weeks from his home and more than a few weeks from the battles, where his band had been gaining fame. The knowing smile she give him and suddenly change in the breeze, stole his own grin from his lips, as he looked down at her, wondering just what was going on. <br><br>There was a sharpening in his gaze, when she reached out and caressed the hilt of his sword. A tenseness ran through his muscled frame, ready to counter any attempt of her to draw the steel, which she did not, she only continued to talk. There was a comparison between his blade and a knife, to her and a camp girl. So this Deirdre, was claiming to be more than just a woman. Was she a chieftain’s daughter? Was this a marriage proposal? Not every coupling between humans and wolves created children, which could be a problem when such a union required heirs but it was just as likely to bear fruit, as any other interracial mating.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’ve yet to be the fool” said Dáire, watching the girl, his free hand resting on his hip but keeping the fingers on her nipple, where they were, still lightly pinching, “So I would then ask, what are you Deirdre and what comes from my accepting of this offer you make?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sorceress's Service (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>24-10-2015, 00:59:19</strong>
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				She watched his eyes narrow, his suspicion - and curiosity - growing as she hinted that she knew things that she should not know, watching the smug grin vanish from his face, though his hand didn't move from her breast as she spoke, keeping that intimate, and almost possessive contact.<br><br>Inclining her head at the direct question, she knew she couldn't refuse to answer it, not without undoing the fragile bond she had built with him. And she knew here, in this moment, she was at the point of no return. What she was about to do could not be undone. Not, at least, without a great deal of blood and sorrow.<br><br>"I am a sorceress. A witch. Whatever other name you might wish to give my kind." She looked up to meet his gaze. "I offer you my service, in whatever form you choose." While he could, of course, decide to take her as a wife, or simply retain her as an adviser, she knew what she had likely just done was volunteer for her own enslavement. After all, what man would give her more than he had to? "My powers, my loyalty, and...my body, all would be yours."<br><br>She looked back at the village. "My price is the village. Take me, and spare it."
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>24-10-2015, 04:08:12</strong>
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				Sorceress<br><br>The word rung in Dáire’s ears, as his golden eyes widened in surprise. Sorceress, witch, wizard, all meaning the same, a rare individual of enormous power. If the tales were true, she could have struck them all down with lightning from a cloudless sky or hurl fire from her hands or any number of impossible things to drive them away. They could heal, curse and protect any they chose to, unrestricted by kings or laws. It took the mightiest of heroes to bring one down, should they seek power. <br><br>And yet, here was one, offering her power and body to him, if he would but turn aside. One part of him, wanted to snatch his hand away from her breast, as if her nipple was a hot coal. But another part stayed him, keeping that physical connection. Surely, she was dangerous but the power she offer was attractive and besides, who of his peers, could claim they had taken a sorceress into their bed? Who among his rivals could say a witch had come before them, painted for sacrifice and offered themselves up for any servitude, from vessel to slave? This was not an opportunity to miss. <br><br>But why was a sorceress willing to give herself completely over to him, for some village, instead of merely blasting the whole of the fian into the realm of the dead? Could this be some trick of the villagers? Instead of sending out one of their young women to try to pacify the warband with her body, what if they tried to trick him by making her looks like a much worthier prize? Her being a sorceress could explain the odd behavior of the ponies and who she knew his name but could not some plant make the ponies act strange and that the villages knew of the young lordlings about the lands nearby? They were on the way back to his father’s lands. <br><br>“I would be the fool” the black furred wolf said, after a few seconds, “Not to take such a bargain. I would be twice the fool, to take your pact and find out on the morrow, you were but a woman, Deirdre and I would be very angry at that. Make a demonstration of your powers and I will take your oath of loyalty. Fail and your village will suffer for this ruse.”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sorceress's Service (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>28-10-2015, 00:27:09</strong>
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				She saw the change in his expression, the slight way his fur pricked up, and she could tell he had his attention. That his mind was now on the potential of her offer, and the risk and power she held - that he was now idly pinching the nipple of someone who might simply be able to curse him. It was in some ways like holding a snake.<br><br>But there was still skepticism in his eyes - in fairness, she would have been disappointed if there hadn't been. She was binding herself to him, offering him her service as a slave, giving up her own future for one chained at his feet. She had no desire to do that for a man who might simply accept any promise of power he was given without thought or consideration. She smiled softly.<br><br>"Perhaps, though consider the consequences - you would have lost what, a days travel? Could you not simply return here? And what of the girl, too clever for her own good, who tricked you. Would she not still be in your hands? And presumably suffering greatly..."<br><br>She wanted him to understand the risk she was taking as well, the faith she was putting in him.<br><br>"But you wish a demonstration, and so it will be..."<br><br>The first thing he might notice is her nipple growing somewhat harder beneath his touch, her naked body responding to a sudden drop in temperature far faster than his furred figure would. It was local, confined to just the two of them, but his breath came out in a cloud, and frost locked his sword in it's scabbard, ice crystals forming where her fingers touched the pommel.<br><br>And then it was over, the air nothing more than a late-summer's chill.<br><br>"Satisfied, my lord, that I am not some clever little doxy sent to save a village with a bit of bitter weed and the hope you'll kill me swiftly when you find out?"
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>08-11-2015, 03:47:41</strong>
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				There was a slight smile, on the black furred, wolven face, to match the soft one of the human girl, as she countered his point about being tricked. He was about to answer, when he felt the nipple between his fingers harder, even more so than when he had first pinched. Glancing down, he noticed that her untouched nipple was tightening as well, before his breath came out in a white cloud. His eyes widened in surprise, as the cold seeped through his fur, which was still in his summer coat. Out of the corner of his vision, he could see the spreading white frost, across the pommel of his blade, starting with the sport she had touched. Even as the kiss of winter she had conjured, faded into the lingering memories of the summer’s warmth, his eyes flicked to his fingers, wondering if there would be frost there too. <br><br>“Satisfied” Dáire mused, after taking a deep breath, the frost on his hilt turning to a thin sheen of water, “I am convinced of your claim to the title of Sorceress and so I would hope you to be clever. All that ability without a mind, would be a waste. As for little, well you would need to grow some before I would allow you to say you weren’t little.” <br><br>There was a grin on his lips and a chuckle in his throat, as the proud warrior looked the mysterious magic welder in the eyes. Before a long moment, he held the gaze, before he pulled back slightly. At last, his fingers left the nipple he had held throughout their conversation but not without a last, hard pinch. Crossing his powerful arms over his chest, he looked the girl up and down once more, taking in everything about her. His blood grew hot, as he drank in her full figured form, painted for sacrifice to him.<br><br>“I Dáire” said the wolf, his voice formal and firm, “Grandson of Aonghusa, King of the Blani, upon your oath of fealty, take you into my service. For every day and night of faithful obedience, your village shall be under my protection, to defend or avenge. Should you break with me, not only shall your life be forfeit, but so shall all those who live in this place.”&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 21:28:30</strong>
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				Her eyes were on him as she countered his point about being tricked, and he could see evaluation behind him, as if the skyclad girl was evaluating him as much as he was evaluating her. Her expression remained a neutral, carefully constructed mask of faint amusement, though internally she was pleased. There were a number of men who would not appreciate a verbal barb from a woman, or even an attempt of one of her kind to match wits with him. Thankfully, he did not seem to be among them.<br><br>She inclined her head when he said he was satisfied, and the spell dissipated quickly, no longer fed by her will and power. She shook her head slightly though, her eyes sad. "My ability, absent a mind, is rarely wasted. Much to the misfortune of those without the gift." She allowed herself a genuine laugh at his comment about her stature. "That, I will concede." She watched him as he pulled back, parting with a last pluck against her flesh, drawing another hiss from the woman as he stood before her, inspecting her truly for the first time.<br><br>When he was finished, she knelt before him, her head bowed. "And I, Deirdre, Daughter of Brina, give onto you my life, my service and my obedience, to use as you see fit, from now until the day I die, or you no longer find use of it. With that, I seal your oath, and may the gods show no pity on they who would break it."<br><br>The oath sealed in power, she looked up, though she remained kneeling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sorceress's Service (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>11-11-2015, 02:56:02</strong>
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				The fur covering Dáire’s shoulder blades and the back of his neck prickled and stood up, as the strange feeling washed over him. It felt like there was a growing thunderstorm, the air crackling with unreleased energy, as the girl knelt before him and swore her life to his. This was a binding stronger than honor, as if the Gods themselves were hammering their souls together in the forge of fate. His chest swelled, as the muscles in his arm tightened and his hands flexed, as if he was ready to fight but his eyes reminded on the Sorceress, looking down at her, as she gazed up at him. <br><br>Forcing himself to relax, he considered his the next words to speak. The first thing to come to mind, as he looked down at the nearly naked girl, was to order her to pull out his excited cock and service him but his warriors were waiting and there was daylight left enough to ride on. If they weren’t going to pillage, they should travel. Besides he had always divided fairly with his men, he could he claim his new prize, without having women and mead for them? <br><br>“Rise and follow” he said softly, before turning and striding back to mass of still mounted men. They looked upon him with unspoken questions, plainly waiting to know what had happened and who was the girl that walked in his wake. But he said nothing and simply collected his javelins, from where they lay scattered on the ground. Handing them to his younger brother, he then picked up the fallen bags and tossed them across the back of his pony. Leaping atop the beast, he grabbed a handful of mane in one hand and offer the other to the girl. <br><br>When she took his hand, he pulled her up, settling her naked formed in front of him. Her back was pressed to his bare chest and her rump nestled against his groin, so that she could feel his growing arousal. When she was comfortable, he placed his free hand on her thigh, to hold her against him and tapped his heels against the pony’s flank, starting the beast trotting down the road, towards the village. Not in a wild charge but at the easy to keep pace of a man with many miles to go. <br><br>“We ride on” he called back, glancing at the warriors, “The village is not to be touched.” <br><br>Many raised a protest but none looked to disobey. They knew, if any were to challenge their leader, they would die. Dáire’s swordsmanship had yet to be matched on or off the field. Instead, those still hungry for plunder looked with hungry eyes at the villagers, as those folk came out from their houses, to watch the band pass through. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sorceress's Service (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>17-11-2015, 07:38:05</strong>
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				She could feel Dáire’s tension as her oath was sanctified, and she was glad of it. She wanted him to remember this - and the feeling of power that ran between them, for a very long time. As capable as he was, and as ably as he passed her tests, she suspected in the future he might come to take her presence for granted, to forget that he was obligated to the young woman kneeling at his feet as much as he was bound to him. That feeling would serve to remind him.<br><br>She rose when he bid her to, and watched him mount the horse, taking his hand when offered, glad to not be walking. She grunted softly as she was settled against the beast, her back to him, her taut rear end pressed to his crotch, fully able to feel his intent for his new possession beneath his coverings, a hand possessively on her thigh. She did what she could to adjust to the pony's pace, though she knew she would likely be sore by the end of the ride, and that her new Master would likely not care.<br><br>Passing through the town was a curious thing, and would likely raise more questions than they answered - while none of the villagers dared throw a rock at the woman, or spit in her direction, several made signs of warding, and regarded her with suspicion. More than one pair of lips silently mouthed <em>whore</em> or <em>slut</em>, seeing her ride nearly naked with the raiders, though they seemed to understand that this was the reason the hungry-eyed raiders, gripping the shafts of their javelins tightly, were not currently looting and burning their small community. A few townsmen, bearing what arms and armor they would manage, watched them pass warily, but if Dáire’ still suspected this was a ruse, a girl sent out to placate the raiders for a time, their passage through the village would call that into question - they clearly had no particular love for the sorceress who had lived among them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sorceress's Service (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>19-11-2015, 00:52:43</strong>
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				Riding through the little village was an experience and that was to be sure. The big wolf noticed the looks and wards as they rode on and at first, he thought it was because of him. After all, he was carrying away their sorceress&nbsp; and he may or may not keep to the bargain made. However, when he caught one of the villagers wordlessly whispering whore, his golden eyes dropped down to the mostly naked girl, where she was riding with him, that lovely rump pressed his hard manhood. Were the looks and signs against evil for her? Did the people here about hate the girl, who just sold herself for them? If so, how binding was her oath, if she didn’t care for them in return? So many things to consider. <br><br>However, Dáire’s mind left those thoughts, when they passed what few men and arms the village could muster. A wicked grin spread across his muzzle, as he looked down at him, a gleam in his eye, as he lifted his hand from the girl’s thigh, to rest it on the pummel of his sword. His eyes dared them to step forwards. Battlelust sung in his blood, almost as hot and consuming as his desire for the girl. Yet, none of them seemed willing to offer combat, seeming to think themselves brave by just standing there, weapons in hand, as tested and true warriors passed them by. <br><br>Soon enough, the fian had passed the cluster of houses and animal pens, trotted down the road until they had gone by the fields on the other side of the village and found themselves once again trampling a path through tall, wild grasses. Their leader’s arm moved, so that he was reaching across Deirdre’ chest, his left hand ildly cupping her right breast. For a while, they rode like that, with him groping her but it wasn’t mindless pawing. No, his tough was much more a lover’s, his fingers caressing and lightly kneading, as if he was seeking her pleasure in his touch. At the same time, the rolling gait of the pony, rubbing his hard shaft against her.<br><br>“Deirdre” said the black furred wolf, his voice soft, for just her, “I don't think they liked you. So tell me, why offer yourself to me for them? Why risk having your throat slit, for people ready to call you a whore and from the looks of thing, hurl stones and worse at you?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sorceress's Service (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>20-11-2015, 01:51:42</strong>
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				The militia watched closely as they rode through town, both sides knowing they'd do little, but both sides also knowing that they had to be out. Had to look as if this village might put up a fight if another group of raiders came through with less peaceful intentions. They wouldn't defeat a band like Dáire's, but if properly armed they could make for an unpalatable target, driving the raiders towards someone else's unguarded flock. If Deirdre minded the stares and subtle curses, she showed no sign of it, her expression placid as they moved into the grasses of the fields beyond, leaning back against him as he cupped her breast, holding her almost gently to him, communicating desire and intent without forcing her.<br><br>"My aid is not conditional upon my fondness for them."<br><br>She chuckled softly. "Some of them hate me for legitimate reasons. They fear a pretty girl with no husband, who other women's husbands speculate about from time to time. One who does not abide their customs, and as such might not refuse their advances."<br><br>"Others simply fear me, and fear unacted upon turns to hate."<br><br>She sighed softly. "First, because I judged you a man who would not slit an unarmed girl's throat idly." She pressed back against him, musing. "There is a girl in town, the miller's daughter. Pretty thing. Sandy-blonde hair, full breasts. The type of woman...one of your band would go in for. She is pregnant, but not yet so heavy with child as to...dissuade their advances. This evening, as your men ride into town, one of them would try to take her. Her father would come to her aid, as a father would, and he would die in the process. She would run to him in her grief, pulling free, and one of your javelins would strike her, granting her a long, lingering but inevitable death. Her and the child both."<br><br>From the sound of her voice, the woman could picture it. "Her son is of purpose. That fate must be averted, and in doing so, other's born. A small price, my service and life, for such a thing."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Sorceress's Service (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>20-11-2015, 21:30:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dáire listened closely, as the sorceress spoke. Of course, anyone who wasn’t a fool would listen closer when one of her power spoke but that was besides the point, she was answering his questions, which could decide their intertwined fate. He chuckled with her, when she explained why some of the women in the village wouldn’t see her in a favorable light and he couldn’t find fault with that. After all, his first thoughts upon seeing her, was how much he wanted her hear her cry out in pleasure, as he plowed her. it was the second part, the way of her offer of fealty, which caught his attention. Although he did notice the way she willingly leaned back against him, pressing her back against his chest, as he continued to idly grope her&nbsp; and it caused a small smile to spread across his muzzle.<br><br>For the fate of a pregnant girl, she was willing to give up everything. She said the child in her belly, a son, was to be a man of purpose and must be protected. Several thoughts came to him then. Perhaps he should return in a decade, if he still lived and take the boy into his service. if he was to be a great man, should he not be the service of a great warrior king? The black wolf had his own plans for greatness after all. but what if the boy’s purpose was to the slay him and his heirs? Maybe he should turn back and kill the girl anyways. No, he had given his word and if that meant he had to guard a serpent, which was to slay him, he would do so. He would have to see about keeping the boy and his family indebted to him. <br><br>“You can see the future” the warrior asked, “Can you see mine? Can you see your own?” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Sorceress's Service (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>25-11-2015, 01:16:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She could feel his reactions to her explanation through her body, first the amusement at the agreement that some women might legitimately fear her as the source of their husband's wandering eye, and then the tension as she told him the real reason for her sacrifice, her intervention on the village's behalf. She knew there were ideas running through his mind, though she could not know what they were, though she could guess.<br><br>"The boy poses no threat to you." She said simply.<br><br>She nodded. "I can see...parts of it. It is not a precise art. I cannot tell you if it will rain next week, or what color a guard's shield will be. But I can see the wider arcs of fate, where the future may be steered, where two paths intersect and a choice is made. And I can follow the thread of a life, to see the moments that define a person. Though that is not without risk."<br><br>She shook her head at his last question. "And I can never see my own. That is why this is a risk - I have no idea of what offering myself to you will lead to. We might reach the next village, and you sell me off as a whore. Or give me to your men. Or lock me in a cell. Or make me your queen."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Sorceress's Service (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>18-12-2015, 23:48:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a bemused smile of the muzzle of the big wolf, when his sorceress answered his unvoiced questions about the boy, she had sold herself to protect. No threat to him or at least thats what she claimed but could she be trusted to say anything that might damn the boy? He would have to find some way to insure himself, that she spoke the truth to him. Perhaps he could use her own powers to do that but he would need to think more upon that, as they journeyed to his grandfather hill fort.<br><br>However, Dáire listened carefully, as the nearly naked woman explained how her ability to see the future. So even such a powerful being as one who could wield magic, could not see the future perfectly. He could admire that sort of courage, to willing throw one’s self to the mercy of others, because of the possible destiny of another. It was near to that of a warrior, charging in, hoping to the turn the tide of battle or believe that he could by skill of arms. Was not Deirdre charging into the future?<br><br>“My Queen” mused the big warrior, leaning forwards slightly, pressing his still erect manhood harder against the girl’s rump, his other hand lifting from the pony’s mane and rising to cup her free breast, “Would I not need to be a King, to have a Queen? Is that a possibility, you have seen?” <br><br>“What have you seen of me?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Sorceress's Service (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>03-01-2016, 23:42:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She rode in front of him, feeling his body move against her bare back, the pressure against her rear end as they rose, listening to his questions, answering what she could as he cupped a breast, clearly coming to view her as his property, something he could fondle at will. It was an interesting feeling, that sense of being owned, combined with him musing about a Queen.<br><br>"It would indeed."<br><br>She allowed herself an enigmatic smile, and took a long moment to admire the scenery that passed them by as they worked their way toward the hill fort.<br><br>"It is a path you might take. What I have seen of you is that you are important. That each thread of your life ends with meaning - good or bad, you are not meant to live a small life. I thought perhaps I might serve in providing what advice I can for that. And bearing witness to it."<br><br>And, the unspoken knowledge between them - she had given her body to him as well, and it would take a strong man indeed not to take advantage of such privileges. Though how he did so - what she became to him - would be interesting in its own right.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Sorceress's Service (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>04-01-2016, 04:18:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Hmmm” mused the wolven prince, giving the full breasts in his hands a squeeze, before sliding one down, to run over the belly of the human girl, “If I am to be King and you my Queen, you will be bearing more than just witness.” <br><br>An almost feral, lusty smile crossed Dáire’s muzzle, as his hand went back to grasp the mane of the pony. The party rode on, the fields and meadows giving way to an old forests, the edge thick with undergrowth but once they were beneath the boughs, the tangle of brush and scrub faded away to a carpet of dead leaves, some still dry enough to crush beneath the hooves of the ponies and other rotting away, transforming into the loam. Tall, mighty trees tower over them, their branches wide and thick, each forming an overlapping dome of leaves, blocking out most of the light, save for rare beams into the gloom. <br><br>As they rode throughout the afternoon, the proud Wolf’s erection, rose and relaxed, as their bodies rubbed against one another. At many points, he was solid as a rock and ready to take the human girl and at others, he was merely aroused, his cock thickened but flexible. Never was he less than a few caresses away from readiness, a fact which was making him uncomfortable, by the time the light began to fade and the party halted for the night, to ready their fires and blankets, before starting the cooking. <br><br>Dáire brought his pony to a stop and gathered Deirdre in his arms. Lifting her up, he set the nearly naked girl down on her feet, besides his mount, before lightly hopping off the beast’s back himself. Turning from her, he went to grab a rope, so that he could hobble the pony, only to notice a handful of his warriors approaching, lead by the Elk stag, all of whom looked unhappy. He had been expecting this. They had been denied a chance to loot and rape and the only visible boon the band had gained in return for not indulging in based desires, was their leader gaining a whore. <br><br>“So” demanded the stag, “Do we get turns? Or are you the only one getting to plow the girl?” <br><br>“She’s mine” said Dáire, reaching back and pulling Deirdre to his side, “And I dont think you could handle this prize.” <br><br>“HA” snorted the Elk, stepping closer, looking like he was ready to challenge the wolf for leadership, “Its the girl who couldn’t handle me!”<br><br>“Oh” mused the black wolf, his hand coming up to fondle the sorceress, “Please Deirdre, show us your worth.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Sorceress's Service (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>12-01-2016, 20:30:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl let out a groan, not quite pleasure but also not pain as he squeezed her breasts, arching her back slightly when he stroked her taut stomach.<br><br>"I had assumed, Queen or not, that I would be bearing that." There was certainty in her statement, but if she felt genuine desire, that was for the moment hidden. She had presented herself, naked, to a raider, and pledged herself to him. The girl must have known that that would entail her body being used in one way or another, so she had at least resigned herself to that aspect of her fate. The witch clearly had an odd view of sexuality, at least among her people, but for the moment, her thoughts were kept to herself.<br><br>She watched the scenery changes as they rode farther away, feeling his desire wax and wane against her rear end, and she knew that even if he hadn't been planning on doing to, a day of such frustration would likely land her on her back with her legs parted. But not before he dealt with the more pressing matter of his men, watching them quietly from the wolf's side as they bantered about their intentions for her, not yet fighting, but with an edge to their words.<br><br>The bowed her head as he fondled her, stepping forward. "As you wish."<br><br>Closing her eyes for a moment, she reached out, and the roots of the old forest that surrounded them began to pull their way up and out of the ground, wrapping around the Elk's legs, spiraling up until he was bound in place, rooted quite literally to the floor of the forest. She regarded him for a moment, her head turned to the side.<br><br>"I am his. That was my oath. I may be given, if he wishes it so, but try to take what is not yours and you will suffer for it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Sorceress's Service (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>13-01-2016, 21:37:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Elk Stag had frowned, looking at the girl like she was crazed, when she held her hand out towards him, when commanded to show her worth. The big Cervidaian warrior had been about to step forward and pull the axe from his belt, when something touched his hooved feet. Looking down, his eyes bulged with shock and fear, as the very roots of the forest, seemed to slither out of the ground and wrap around his legs. A brave and hearty fighter, the stag was none the less, his mind unable to come to grips with this, unable to move and unable to speak. <br><br>Dáire, grinned broadly, squeezing his sorceress’s breast, his fingers finding her nipple again and gently pinching, rolling the pleasure bud between them, as she worked her magic. He hadn’t been sure what to expect. She had made his early request for a demonstration with ice and if she had done so again, it would have been just as effective. However, this time she reached out to the forest, not only showing the rest of his men her powers but revealing she had more tricks than the ability to call forth the bitter winds of winter and her claims to see the future. <br><br>All around them, there was stillness and silence, as the young warriors looked on, some in awe and some in horror. This was the moment, which might make or break the fian, as more then one looked like they would flee before the strange unnaturalness of the girl. Before any could make the choice to run, their leader began to turn, so that he could meet each of his thirty-three follower’s eyes, bringing the sorceress with him, his arm still around her and his hand upon her breast, letting each one see he was unafraid to touch her. <br><br>“Yes” said Dáire, his voice commanding and ringing through the forest, “I took one girl, a witch, in exchange for the village. My Tame Witch!”<br><br>Well, they had seen that she was witch, now to show them she was tame to his hand.<br><br>“Now my sorceress” he said softly, so that she alone could hear him, “Release that fool and kneel before me. I think it’s time you sucked my cock.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Sorceress's Service (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>31-01-2016, 11:20:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped as he pinched her nipple, and for a moment the roots tightened before she was able to refocus on what she was doing, but she understood the effect of his actions - she was an object of power, one of fear. While she could not overpower the entire warband - if she could have, she would have done so - it was likely any man there, and maybe more than one, could die at her hand before they reached her.<br><br>She had power.<br><br>Which, by extension, meant the man pawing her like a common whore had power.<br><br>She blushed as he finally took that last step, claiming her as his own, and obediently released his warrior, before turning and sliding down to her knees, taking his cock in her hands, wrapping her lips almost reverently around him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Sorceress's Service (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>10-02-2016, 22:56:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a difference between having something and using it. Even though all day, he had held the power of the sorceress, he had finally unleashed it upon someone and now knew he could wield such commands. Until this moment, the winds of change and destiny had swirled around him but now, Dáire could feel his future transform from desire, to possibility and even probability. He could feel her power flowing into him, strengthening him, giving him the ability to grasp his dreams. <br><br>He looked down upon Deirdre, a smile spreading across his muzzle, as his black fur began to blend in with the deepening night. The vision before him, a kneeling beautiful girl, nearly naked and painted for sacrifice, with a look of what he could only call reverence, as she took his cock between her lips, made him feel like a God. He drew in a deep breath, as the first ripples of pleasure flowed through his length and two paths opened before him. <br><br>At first, nearly drunk with power, he almost reached out, to grasp her head with his mighty hands. There was a nearly overwhelming to use that power now, to show off to his men, that he could do anything to this sorceress. To hold her still as his plaything, as he forced his manhood deep into her throat, to make her choke and gag, to hold her down on his length and cut off her air with his size. Any man who could do that to a witch, was surely worthy of respect and warriors would flock to him. <br><br>But was that, the true test of his power over Deirdre? Surely that was only a sign of what she would put up with? Would a worthier man not be worshiped by a woman sworn to him? Shouldn't her devotion mean she would be willing to force herself to take all of his cock, to hold herself with his full length down her throat, looking up at him until he gave her permission to pull back and take another breath before returning to her proper place? <br><br>Then did&nbsp; the big wolf move, one of his hands resting on the pommel of his sword, the other on his hip, as he looked down at her, his eyes commanding wordlessly for her worship. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Sorceress's Service (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>02-03-2016, 00:11:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite the power involved in her decision to seek out his service, and the displays of her gift that had been required to secure her place and his, on her knees kneeling before him, the event seemed somewhat less momentous. Perhaps she had just had more time to come to terms with the idea that she a was giving herself to a raider - and what such a man would probably do with an attractive woman who offered herself up to be used as he willed.<br><br>Wrapping her lips around him, her tongue dancing across the base of his shaft, she drew his length inside her as he took hold of her head, feeling his powerful grip at his side. She paused for a moment, waiting to see if he did what he was thinking about - simply taking command of the situation, reducing her participation to simply that of a limp plaything. She looked up at him for a moment, and he might have seen her smile when he returned his hands to his side, and she began to bob her head more directly, wet gurgles of effort escaping her throat as, true to her musings, she began to move deeper, eventually capturing all of him in her mouth, her lips spread taut and her mouth filled, pressing herself down as he entered her throat, her gaze attentively fixed on him.
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