The High Priestess' Sinful Snake ( A tale of infidelity by Datawych & Dhi )
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				Title: <strong>The High Priestess' Sinful Snake ( A tale of infidelity by Datawych &amp; Dhi )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>03-03-2013, 21:34:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs38/f/2008/333/f/8/Smile_of_Overia_by_redjuice999.jpg)</div>"It's going to be alright, my love." The petite blonde was fussing over the church uniform of a holy priestess, smoothing the elegant red-and-white fabric down slender limbs and helping to inch the delicate lace out from the sleeves. The collar had to stand just right, and the cross, it had to be centered. "No matter what happens in your meeting with this horrid creature, I will be here waiting for you." The jewel of an engagement ring sparkled on a petite hand as it held one cheek, and pink lips pressed to the other. The soft giggle of a young thing still in the earliest throes of love escaped Hannah.<br><br>Even beside Saskia, her lover, she was small. On their wedding day it would be Hannah all in white, with a veil to be lifted for the marital kiss. And she would be as pure then as she was today, with big eyes so full of joy that it was a sin to ever make her frown. Neatly braided hair streamed like spun silk down her face, so tidy and clean. There was a gentle tremble in her hands when they rest upon Saskia, that sensual creature who intimidated Hannah's tender heart. "And we can try again tonight, if you like. I will stay with you for as long as it takes...to...um..." Her shoulders drew up toward her blushing cheeks, and she could not finish. Her cheek went to her lover's chest, and her ear was tickled by the cool metal of the cross as she listened to the woman's heart beat. "It's not your fault. It's mine. I'm going to work on it. I'll wear something very s-sexy for you." It was difficult for her to even say the word, <em>sexy. </em>It had been forbidden from her vocabulary.<br><br>Her head rest there against Saskia's chest, her lean arms wrapped around the woman she was to spend the rest of her blissful life with, and she rocked gently for what felt like minutes. But she had to let Saskia go. She had to let the High Priestess perform her duty, even if it was unpleasant. Neither of them could shy from their duty- not Saskia as moral leader of this little community, and not Hannah as her future wife. Hannah's hand fluffed lightly at the priestess' dress. She hoped it was too light to wake what lay beneath, but then, it was quite easily woken these days. Hannah could not seem to satisfy it, no matter how she put her heart to it. Her girlish pleasures were just a tease, and she remained a virgin, for her tightly-wound hips could not bear such a beast without pain, not with all the oil or butter they could find. They approached that oneness of futa and wife slowly. "I pray you have a good day," she cooed, and released Saskia.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2c/Dark_naga.png)</div>"These polished floors are <em>dreadful," </em>the naga complained. As her long body slithered through the hallowed halls of the church, wriggling through passageways assembled by monks and blessed by archbishops, they hated her. They all hated her. And judging by the wicked glow of the ghastly crystal atop her sinister scepter, that hatred gave her power. "This must change. I could slip and fall on these stones. There must be something for a tail to grasp, like cobblestone, or carpeting." From one plum-colored cheek to the other, a little grin spread at the power- the terrible authority- that she held as emissary of the Dread Empress.<br><br><em>"Right this way," </em>a priestess in navy cassock urged her. The naga stopped at the threshold, and regarded the woman coldly. The dark clothes that the creature chose to clothe her nudity, the ash gray with stripes of regal orchid, luxurious aurumvorax fur lining and silvery lace trim, rose up as the snake arched a little higher than the holy woman. She waited, with slit eyes, to be addressed by title. <em>"Lady Saturnine, Your Eminence," </em>the priestess nervously corrected. "Very good," Saturnine said, and allowed herself to be led on. Such a maze of vaulted passageways and intertwining rooms intrigued the naga. Her senses were filled with the scent of myrrh and teak, of old tomes and incense. The support pillars reminded her of the basalt columns she used to climb as a girl in the underdark, but Saturnine was a grown woman now. A grown, dignified sorceress. She was not to go snaking up pillars anymore.<br><br>A gilded tea set was prepared in the private meeting room where she was to meet with the High Priestess. There were elegant chairs at her disposal, but Saturnine was more comfortable within a coil of her tail. She looked around at the lovely antiques and the emboss on the walls, the artisanal treatment of wood, such a rare and exotic resource for one who lived underground. It was a surprise when her escort turned to leave her alone. Saturnine rolled her eyes. <em>Really? </em>Were they really going to leave her alone with the tea? Even up here they must have heard the rumors that the Dread Empress' court was full of poisoners.<br><br>She shook a teensy white tablet from her sleeve, and dropped it discreetly into the pitcher- just a little recreational drug, to make the negotiations more comfortable. And with a tip back of her noble chin, she spritzed her slender throat with a pump of perfume. It was an illegal scent, a scent found to elicit real behavioral response in the human species. A little edge, perhaps, a dirty little edge, but Saturnine played dirty. She tightened the laces under her breasts, and unzipped the collar so that just a tease of cleavage could be spied. Her hands returned to her sides as she heard the latch of the door click and prepare to open. This must be the High Priestess. Saturnine smiled, and mentally prepared herself to exert her dominance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High Priestess' Sinful Snake ( A tale of infidelity by Datawych &amp; Dhi )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Datawych</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 04:56:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img210.imageshack.us/img210/5082/ragnarokonlineguccigirlkl7.jpg)<br></div><br>Saskia had spent most of her morning in front of a mirror, with Hannah fussing about every little detail of her ceremonial dress. She only wore it on special occasions, but after enough 'special occasions' the robes eventually became just another outfit to her. But not to Hannah and not to the rest of the town. Seeing the high priestess in ceremonial dress had a rather profound impact on most of the citizens, so Saskia figured it was better to let Hannah fuss over the outfit and make sure everything was perfect. Hannah fussed over everything; she always wanted to make sure things were perfect. It was part of what made her so endearing, knowing that she tried her absolute hardest, regardless of the venture. Additionally, letting Hannah be in charge of her robes gave Saskia more time to rehearse how she would act and what she would say at the impending meeting.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167325.msg7818020#msg7818020">Quote from: Dhi on 03-03-2013, 21:34:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"And we can try again tonight, if you like. I will stay with you for as long as it takes...to...um..."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Saskia's train of thought was immediately derailed as Hannah broached the subject of their sex life. Sexual frustration went hand-in-hand with being a futa, and Saskia had been more or less coping with it. But when the ritual to determine her life-mate was concluded - with Hannah being the one selected - things got much more complicated. Hannah fell madly in love with Saskia, and, never being one to do something half-assed, Hannah seemed hell-bent on performing her wifely duties and relieving Saskia of her sexual frustrations.<br><br>However, Hannah was <em>barely</em> blossoming into womanhood when she was chosen, and it showed. Her shy, fumbling attempts to gratify Saskia had the opposite effect, and Saskia only got more and more sexually frustrated, to the point where she could barely stand it anymore. She knew Hannah meant well, but for some reason the poor girl just couldn't seem to get it right, and there had been times - when Saskia was at her darkest - that she briefly considered holding Hannah down and forcing the matter. But Saskia could never bring herself to do it; hurting Hannah was just out of the question.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167325.msg7818020#msg7818020">Quote from: Dhi on 03-03-2013, 21:34:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It's not your fault. It's mine. I'm going to work on it. I'll wear something very s-sexy for you."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Hannah may have fumbled over the word, but the fact that she managed to say it was all it took to set Saskia off. The priestess felt that unmistakable swelling beneath her robes, and suddenly Saskia felt her eyes being drawn toward Hannah's lips, her chest, her stomach, and her hips. Her mind started to drift off to precisely what that "something sexy" was. But there was no time to get Hannah to do anything about it even if she could, and masturbation was strictly forbidden for someone of Saskia's position.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167325.msg7818020#msg7818020">Quote from: Dhi on 03-03-2013, 21:34:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I pray you have a good day"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"As do I, love. As do I."<br><br>Taking Hannah by the hips, Saskia pressed her lips against the petite blonde's, kissing her deeply. Then, after giving her one last resigned smile, Saskia leaves to meet with the representative of the underdark.<br><hr>Saskia addressed Saturnine before she was even completely through the door.<br><br>"Good day, your Eminence. I apologize if I kept you waiting long. I trust you were made welcome?"<br><br>Having already had a rather "frustrating" morning, it didn't take much to get Saskia going. The moment the scent hit her nostrils, she began to feel a powerful ache in her loins. Saskia gave herself a split second to deal with the wave of sexual desire, and then proceeded to sit down across from the naga. The way Saturnine's clothing presented her chest was not doing much to help matters, either. The naga already had the upper hand and she hadn't even uttered a single word.<br><br>Saskia gestured to the pitcher of tea as she sat down, a slight quiver detectable in her voice. "Some tea, perhaps?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High Priestess' Sinful Snake ( A tale of infidelity by Datawych &amp; Dhi )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>06-03-2013, 07:06:04</strong>
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				The serpentine woman didn't ask for tea, instead gesturing to an empty cup with long and elegant fingers, wordlessly prompting the High Priestess to fill it. This set the tone for how Saturnine expected things to be: she would tell, and Saskia would listen. And when Saturnine listened, it would not be out of interest, but to lead the priestess down the winding paths of verbal traps measured to tease out church secrets. It wasn't for her loveliness that the naga was chosen to act in this capacity- though she did have that nearness to humanity that the bipedals found alluring, and the sensual glide of motion that attracted ape eyes. Saturnine was emissary to the Dread Empress because she was ruthless.<br><br>"I did not come anticipating a warm welcome. You see us as invaders, I'm sure. And it's true, there have been some incidents- it is necessary to test the military strength of our neighbors. After all, we have enemies beyond your borders, and we must know you are strong enough to repel them." Her senses were attuned to Saskia, though her amethyst eyes had the cool disregard of a noblewoman addressing a peon. Ears sensitive to vibrations were picking up the thump of the High Priestess' heart within her chest, the reaction to the pheromone. It was not known, precisely, what effect it had on the apes- as catnip seemed to make cats happy, the scent seemed to make humans <em>anxious </em>somehow. But where she had expected nervousness, a crumble of Saskia's resolve, the response instead seemed to be arousal. How very interesting.<br><br>The quirk of a fine brow could scarcely be seen through the low-hanging veil of her bangs, but it was strongly implied. "Feeling a little warm, High Priestess?" If it was the scent or the sight of her cleavage, she did not know, but Saturnine pressed her advantage. A plum-colored palm settled on the fine table, and her body leaned forward, giving fullness and roundness to the soft globes trapped within her top, casting the scent at her throat forward across the tea as she reached to claim a poured cup for herself. She hung there, a small jiggle to her softness as a slender arm bargained for space against the tightly packed shelf of her bosom. It took longer than was really necessary to grasp the cup. When she retreated back to her side of the table, the warmth wafting from the kettle had drawn a single bead of perspiration to her throat. It trickled down, meandering a slow and tantalizing rivulet, disappearing into her curves.<br><br>Saturnine was not immune to the drug in the tea. She was confident in her ability to handle it as she tipped the cup primly to the deceptive softness of her lips and imbibed without a sound. A little tea, just to lubricate the firm voice she used to address Saskia. "Since your defenses are found wanting, all of this territory you claim could be seized by the first enemy strong enough- the Sultanate, perhaps, or the Wildlings- and this becomes a foothold for them which we cannot allow." Her tail was moving, under the table. It hovered in the peripheral vision, coming so very close to touching Saskia's legs, but never quite following through. Teasing with the possibility of touch, seething just on the edge of touch. "What we propose is underdark forces to supplement your own. They will operate from a keep here on the surface, which will be built and funded by you. And of course, they must be able to move freely throughout your lands- in order to function as defenders."<br><br>The very tip of Saturnine's long and coiling tail waggled stiffly, like an excitable puppy. This felt like her moment. She wanted to make the High Priestess <em>squirm. </em>
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