Winged Shadow
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				Title: <strong>Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium147</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 11:52:26</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/168/2/3/23743051a58e96c46094beeba9aa917c-d53tvzm.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: justify;">The land glided past beneath him; he could see the trees shoot past, clad in the morning dew and fog. Conifers, birch, beech, oak… they all looked like tiny toothpicks from this altitude as the wind shot up under his wings and carried him ever higher. To the east he saw the forest clear out and turn into green pastures and gentle rolling hills, a stream making its way along them. With the wind blowing in his face he turned eastward and started to descend. A small herd of sheep was bleating out its merry existence and the winged creature envied their blissful ignorance. Would he not be happier as a sheep? White and fuzzy? Then again sheep were exposed to all sorts of dangers: wolves, diseases, jackals, mountain cats, other monsters of the scaled variety, and of course that one universal enemy he too had been ‘domesticated’ by… man.<br><br>One member of said species was sitting on a rock, blowing a long stick. He remembered they called it a flute. Yet a great rage took hold of the winged shadow and he let out a tremendous roar, the taste of smoke hit his tongue. Extending his claws and opening his mouth he soared downward toward the shepherd with a clear intention. He almost could taste the taste of meat in his fanged mouth, mixing with the brimstone-like flavour of himself. Just a hundred more meters: it mattered not that his prey was running. Forty more meters. Drool had coated his throat. Ten more meters. <em>NO!</em><br><br>He cringed as the voice rang in his head, again and again; repeating mercilessly. <em>NO! STOP! NO! NO!</em> It was a command he could not deny, though he tried. He always tried. Struggled mightily against that usurper of his will. The horror. That captor and tormentor, that tyrant who had chased him out of his den and put mental chains and collar on him. He screamed out in pain as his master let knives of ice penetrate his skull. They weren’t real of course, but the pain was. He crashed. <em>No, Kuldrax.</em> The sweet voice in his head concluded. Dirt covered his golden laced scales as he got up on all fours, flapping his wings and crying out his dismay and torment. A jet of fire lit up the morning sky, bathing the hillside in an orange light uncommon for this time of day.<br><br>O, how he hated that man. It was so unfair. How could one man be so powerful? What warranted that? Why was it he that had to suffer because of it?<br><br>But Kuldrax wasn’t the only one who suffered. No, great power always had to be paid for, one way or another. <br><br>Leagues to the west of where the dragon had violently landed stood the great city of Eleran, or Eleran-at-the-Sea as it was referred to in prose and poetic speech. Tiled roofs of blue and red and green stretched out across the shore of the bay. Some of the white walled houses had small towers protruding from them, indicating it was a home of the prosperous and wealthy. Though walled, the absence of threat had caused the city to burst out of its walls: slums spread out across the outskirts and one could clearly see that though the slums were smaller in surface, they were far more densely populated. On the north side of the city, land rose up and stretched out into the ocean, protecting it from the sea’s power. And just like the rocky underground, the fortress on top of the stretch of land served the purpose of protecting the harbour and city from danger.<br><br>However, over the past centuries, the fortress had become less of a stronghold and more of a palace as the borders of the kingdom kept shifting, moving further away from the capital. It looked both ominous and opulent, resting like a lazy lion on top of a hill.<br><br>It was in that fortress where Amrek shot upright in his bed, covered in sweat and breathing fast. He had trouble orientating himself and his fingers dug into the wood of the bed. Moments ago he had been soaring over the lands, until Kuldrax tried to eat that shepherd. He had been just in time. But only just. A weight like a mountain seemed to be pressing on his mind as he threw the thin sheets back. Still panting he sat up straight, his feet on the soft carpet. The mental battle with his dragon had exerted him already, this early in the morning. The farther Kuldrax got from him, the harder it was to keep the soulbond intact. He called him back to the capital. Back to the Dragonpit; a domed structure with an open ceiling.<br><br>His head hurt and beads of sweat were running down his brow. Amrek aep Mandros got up and discovered his legs were shaking a little bit. Cursing he opened up a window, feeling the cool ocean breeze caress his sweat covered skin and hair. Nobody understood what it was like, he thought as memories of his life flooded from his brain and played their unwanted tune for him.<br><br>“I need water,” he whispered.<br><br>From the corner of the room a small figure limped forward, careful like a furtive cat. “Get me water!” Amrek said, turning round and staring down at the small creature in chequered clothing. The contrast between the two of them could not have been greater: Amrek was tall, dark, rugged and in the prime of his life, while the other was tiny, disfigured, pale and retarded. On top of that, the latter had a hunchback and a dragging sulky mouth. “Yes, master! Your Dohn will obey, your Dohn will get water for the master,” the tiny wretch said, hands up in a warding manner.<br><br>It was hard to believe Dohn was human at all. No, Dohn <em>had</em> been human, now he was just Dohn. Amrek’s Dohn, yes. He knew, he remembered. <em>I’m Dohn</em>, he kept telling himself. That’s all he knew as there seemed to be an impenetrable wall locked around his mind, which kept Dohn out of his own thoughts.<br>Amrek’s fool rushed outside of the room, cartwheeling through the hallway past servants and guardsmen. The jester’s master fell back down on the bed.<br><br>He expected her to arrive soon. She would have felt his mind and body rearing throughout his nightmare-torturing night. She would have felt his yearning for her company.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 13:10:05</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i.picresize.com/images/2012/07/10/RlxQS.jpg)</div><br><hr><br>Tiaslye awoke to the wash of strain radiating through her body, stretching out naked against the silk sheets of her room, the sorceress sighed. It was becoming nearly impossible to get any sleep, her master, loath as she was to call him that was becoming increasingly restless and that meant that things were infinitely more difficult for her. Many envied the beautiful blonde and if she had to hear her slavery proclaimed ‘good fortune’ one more time she thought she might actually lose the plot altogether. Even from up here, the tower she was relegated to, spoiled for anything she could wish for, possessions, silks, clothes. It wasn’t for her and she knew that all too well, if she was perceived as lavished upon and infinitely exulted then it reflected well upon her master. For why else would Amrek treat her so well, Tia was not a person free, she was an extension of him and his power. A thing that belonged – but that was the way it was and the way it had been as far back as she could remember. <br><br>By the time her bare feet padded across the stone floor, the veils in front of the balcony door blowing in the early morning breeze she had already felt out Amrek’s mood and it was not good. Dressing swiftly she sat in front of her enormous tier of mirrors and sighed. Make-up, hair, clothes – they were her shackles. Never could she be seen without the symbols of her servitude present on her person. Never could she look anything other than the subservient sorceress, bowing irrevocably to the will and force of his power. <br><br>She had tried, her young had been a patchwork quilt stitched together of her rebellion, against him and the hand which life had dealt her. Never would her path be her own to choose, her power was immense, everybody had told her, her parents had told her. Right up until they waved her off to the care of the Seers who, once her power manifested properly at puberty, informed her of her fate.<br><br>If she had thought herself strong he soon proved that wrong, her power was great but next to his. Tia shook the thought off, it was how it was written, men had the power and with the power came the complete disregard for other lives. He hadn’t asked if she wanted to be his, if she wanted to spend her life at his whim and every fancy. It was true that after the binding she felt a surge in her abilities she had never known, his surge, but they were also restricted now. Gone was the endless capabilities and freedom and everything she knew and felt now was capped with his knowledge and control. <br><br>Pressing the two small diamonds to her face with glue, beneath her eyes almost on her cheekbones she sighed. They weren’t simple diamonds, they were chains, she had left them off before and received beatings that would curb even the most intent of rebellions. <br><br>When she was done she swept down the twisting stone stairs of her tower, a place that was her prison as much as it was her salvation and ignored every guard in her wake. None looked at her, none dared, but it was not her they feared in the slightest. For a female she was beautiful, she deduced this herself by comparison to other girls, but she wasn’t regarded as a female or in any more consideration than a horse or a dragon would be. She was the Prince’s pet and everything about her, from power to body was his to control.<br><br>Tiaslye hated it; she even hated the title she held, Draiguer, dragon slave.<br><br>If it wasn’t so derogatory it might be more bearable, people often mistook it thinking that Dragons were her masters. The truth was that it was a kinship, dragons were slaves to Wizards as were sorceresses. But it was natural for Dragon’s to be bound, acceptable, for the complete submission of a woman a pretty title clearly made it more palatable. <br><br>When she swept into his room, neither knocking nor bowing she simply strode in fully clothed in her marks of state. A black boned corset top with off the shoulder sleeves, etched with veins of silver thread onto the midnight fabric. At her hips there was a belt of silver, bedded with gems that would fund a small nation, yet more shackles that bound her. You see magic was always more potent when it was bound to natural objects, stones would work but where would the bittersweet irony be if she was swathed in rags and rocks. The same effect, she would be locked to him, but there would be none of the cruelty in it. After all, it wouldn’t do well to have the most powerful female in the Kingdom looking like a slave. From the ornate belt which draped across her slim hips cascaded long flowing fabric, two slits at the front right up to the hilt of the belt allowed her to move freely, a panel fell between her legs for modesty and a single, thick panel circles the back, flowing out against the stones as she walked. The horned headdress she wore was in place, weaved of silks and delicate slivers of gold, but save for that she was plain. No jewels adorned her throat for he had not permitted accessories today; no gold lined her fingers, nothing on her wrists. <br><br>“Come now Amrek, you let Kuldrax continue to test you like this and people will start questioning your age.” The blonde’s tone was laced with mockery, pushing him was the only pleasure she had left and even that came at a cost. He was young as far as Sorcerers went, but the declining health of his father was doing a lot to demonstrate the mortality of the powerful family. Those that had been revered as immortal a century ago were starting to be seen as mere men, powerful men, but men none the less. <br><br>Standing at the foot of his bed, Tia watched as the hunchback jester shuffled back in brandishing water, the girl didn’t speak then for rules dictated that when in the presence of others she needed her Master’s permission to speak. Often she broke this rule, often she pushed her luck, but his nightmares had kept her restless all night too and in her bad mood she wasn’t inclined to mock the horrible limping creature, at least not at the risk to herself.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Visuals for Tia</div><div class="spoiler_body">This is as close to her dress as I could find. In case I described it badly.<br>(http://www.all-hd-wallpapers.com/wallpapers/abstract/mici/371584.jpg)<br><br>The horns (I know how you love them /sarcasm), I'm sort of drawing a lot of her ideals from Maleficent/Adel-slash-Ultimcia (final fantasy eight, gotta love it) and wanted the horns because of that. However the actual horns of Maleficent are far too old and subdued for Tia. So how're these?<br>(http://data.whicdn.com/images/20741646/il_570xN.290790149_large.jpg)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium147</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 14:12:27</strong>
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				<br>Amrek was naked as the day he was born, literally then. Figuratively speaking there were few who saw him naked. And none knew fully what went on behind his hard blue eyes.&nbsp; Instead, there were three who caught glimpses of the deep hallways that was his mind. Tia, connected to him through sorcery and lust, Dohn, subjugated fully often displayed his true mood when Amrek himself remained stoic, and Kuldrax. Kuldrax the defiant, the strong... the shackled.<br><br>Though he knew Tia’s heart well and her feelings of disdain for her station, he still enjoyed her presence. She was sharp, beautiful and strong-willed and when she entered the room, he felt a wave of bliss come over him. As if a wound was treated with a balm. Sometimes it pained him she thought of herself as just an extension of his will, when she compared herself to Kuldrax or even Dohn. True, there were similarities, but she was bred for this. Unlike the dragon or the fool. The Prince sighed and got up to march over to the bowl of water that Dohn had carefully brought into the room. It had rested on his head, so he could hold the flagon of drinking water in his small, fat hands.<br><br>He splashed his face with the petalled water and leaned on the ebony table, the muscles on his arm were twitching still from the spasms he had during the night. He shivered as he watched the droplets fall back into the bowl. “Kuldrax has always been difficult,” Amrek said, trying to distillate the true meaning of Tia’s words. She liked to tease him, and she knew her limits, so he allowed it.<br><br>Turning around he locked his eyes with hers. He liked her colour: her pupils were greyish, pale blue, like an overcast sky on the sea. He could take her there and then if he wanted to, he could even take her in front of the entire court and nobody would dare to intervene. And he knew a part of her liked it. Amrek was sure she felt it as well, the soulbond was too strong for her to keep secrets from him.<br><br>However, there was one question he dared not seek an answer to. Not yet in any case. The question was if Tiaslye loved him. He could find out in a moment, just take a peek in her heart. If she didn’t, he could make her love him. But for some reason, a reason he couldn’t quite put his finger on, he hadn’t.<br><br>He gritted his teeth as Dohn offered him the water. It was cool and refreshing. The Prince drank as if he were an unquenchably thirsty man from across the Great Desert. He had half a mind to ask for wine but decided against it. This early in the day drinking wine was not a good thing.<br>“My age?” He asked, cocking one sable eyebrow. Dohn giggled like a silly girl. Amrek folded his arms in front of his chest, the ring of scales around his right forearm clearly visible. It was the mark of the Eleran dynasty, an indication of being a scion of the house of Rarmon. Every male born of the dragonseed wore it. As such it was purely logic which prompted the Rarmoni to adopt the dragon as their sigil.<br><br>“I am sixty-six,” he nodded as his eyes turned inward. His face was still youthful but some dignified wrinkles heralded aging. “Old in mortal years, but young as a warlock and dragonlord.” They both knew he would live for at least another century. Maedros, Amrek’s father was over two hundred years old. Sixty-six would translate to late twenties or early thirties for a normal human, he calculated. But still, the years did not flow faster nor slower. The memories he had suppressed before Tia had entered the room battered down the gates again. He had killed, celebrated, danced, flown and sailed. He had ridden, experienced passion, lust and power. He had loved.. and he had mourned... and he had burned. All <em>before</em> Tia and Dohn’s binding to him. In fact, Dohn played a very important part in Amrek’s ‘<em>before</em>’-history. Well, <em>before</em> Dohn had become Dohn.<br><br>“I am sorry that I kept you from sleeping well.” He tried to shield Tia from most of his dreams, but there were many occasions where the two of them shared the same dreams. They did not always recognise each other, but they often met. Sometimes they were husband and wife, father and daughter or king and queen. Other times they were opposing generals or ancient gods of war and love. Sometimes they were nothing.<br><br>“I fear the rumours from the east hold a core of truth.” Amrek was talking about this supposed half-brother of his that was trying to rally support to take the throne. “I feel him... I feel something, though I can’t tell if we share the same blood. Not yet.” What he could tell was that if that man’s magic resonated all the way to the capital, he was strong. Though how strong remained to be seen. Amrek cursed his father just in case he had sired that bastard. For above all, Amrek desired power.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Amrek</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://greenobles.com/data_images/edgar-ramirez/edgar-ramirez-01.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 19:01:35</strong>
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				The blonde sighed and turned to face the taller man, she knew very well the worries that had be plaguing his mind, the unrest that the threat from the East brought. He talked about it constantly; she hadn’t mentioned her opinions for she suspected he did not truly wish to hear them. The Prince was fixated on the possibility of a blood claim, but Tia had an inkling that brother or no it was power that would take the city. If he was powerful enough then it wouldn’t matter, deep down, if he was bound to the throne by blood. Stepping towards him and running her almost ethereally long fingers up his biceps <br><br>“You need to relax” she sighed, “you are strong too and the Seers are all undecided over whether it will even come to pass. Do not lose sleep over things that might not happen.” Tia didn’t speak of anything else though, the conversation was dangerous and it was treason to even whisper of an uprising between sons, even bastard sons, when the King was still alive. If Amrek wanted to risk his neck that was one thing, but she liked her neck exactly where it was. That is to say entirely attached to both her torso and her head.<br><br>Personal space was not something that existed between them; it was hard to remember to not touch, to respect personal rules when you were so used to inhabiting the same space. The same power and occasionally the same mind, his emotions and to a degree his thoughts were such a part of her own mind now that she wouldn’t know how to exist without it being there. At first the invasion of her mind had felt like the most heinous rape of her person, it had been a violation and something she had abhorred. But now? Now it just was and she couldn’t remember ever being fully alone inside her head.<br><br>“Perhaps I could distract you?” Her voice was smooth, leading as she stepped around him, fingers kneading the muscles of his shoulder and moving down his back smoothing down the defined lines of sinew. “Your body at least if not your mind.” As her fingers dropped lower, they didn’t dip passed his waist but they did linger at his hips for a moment before she stepped away. The blonde paid no attention to the presence of Dohn, he was of as much consequence to her as any of the objects of furniture around the room. The thing that had stilled her hands was the distant look in his eyes, it worried her because it always lead to long, boring conversations.<br><br>What bothered her the most was that she’d felt this unrest before and the conversation it had preceded was something she would rather not repeat, mere the idea was an atrocity and more than a little slight on her position. It had been months ago but her ego and pride were still smarting. <br><br>Tiaslye had a notoriously thin temper, which was more than likely a direct consequence of her master, a volatile and hot-tempered man the emotions had to filter down from somewhere. Even without those small insinuations in her mind, living at the mercy of his changeable mind and his violent mood swings was enough to fray anybody’s nerves. Before she had met him though she had been hard to control, power had a way of distorting the mind. After he ‘tamed’ her the more explosive traits of her personality mellowed but were more than compensated for by a growing sense of possessiveness. <br><br>“Would you like me to contact the Seers again? To enquire as to the East?” She clucked after a while, sitting on the end of the bed, posture perfect as she had been reared. Everything about her was picture perfect, her poise, her stature, her posture, the way she spoke. Trained to her position well, including the utter disdain for anybody that was not likewise inclined. It was dangerous for her to even ask with the clear decline of their dying sovereign. There were few alive, if any, that did not remember his reign, and at the tender age of twenty-one it seemed impossible to Tia that anybody could be that old. <br><br>Amrek was old but he did not look it, she had often imagined what he had been like in his proper youth. He had been there through most of her life, claiming her young he had known she was to be his before even she had. Every step of her life had been overseen but there was so much about him that she didn’t know, that he didn’t see fit to tell her. There was nothing they kept from each other, there was little point when she was seen as merely an extension of him. But every time she had enquired he had very deftly changed the subject.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium147</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 21:17:48</strong>
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				She smelled sweet, like blue flowers covered in dew. The touch of her hair caused goosebumbs to appear on his chest. Her hands were soft like satin and skilled like a lover’s. Then again, she was his lover, his Tia. Amrek’s breathing stopped briefly as her fingertips seemed to shoot torrents of want through his nerves, the promise of pleasure and ecstasy drawing a hue over his weary mind.<br><br>When she had first left her secluded residence under the tutelage of the Seers, he had felt she was a very libidous creature. Who wouldn’t be curious about what happened between a man and a woman. The carnal deed was a separate form of magic, some people claimed. As such, when two people wielding phenomenal powers engaged in it, it shook their very foundations, their very core.<br><br>He remembered clearly the first time he laid eyes upon her. She had been barely six years old, but already he could see the flower she would grow into. Over the next few years he had visited her frequently, as a Prince of blood he had to adhere to the traditions of the realm and bind a sorceress to him if he ever wanted to take the throne. Tiaslye would suit that purpose extremely well, like a glove. A glove of satin covering an elegant hand with claws.<br><br>Amrek was aware his character and mood rubbed off on the ones he had bound. Though it differed greatly to what happened. Dohn simply acted out the moods, as if he was the channel, the window through which Amrek could show some of his true thoughts. Tia on the other hand, she did something else completely. She mimicked his mood perhaps, but in her own way.<br><br>The offer of ‘distraction’ was tempting… very tempting indeed. And the way she was sitting there on his bed was so… bad. So deliciously alluring and perfect it became pure seduction. Amrek could swear Tia had perfected the art of playing the cords necessary for his arousal. And he prayed by the gods she didn’t know that. After all, his body could betray him as well, even though he shielded large portions of his mind from her. In this case, his cock was standing up proudly and defiant like the statue of the old Dragon Kings of old in the Centre Square.<br><br>“I…”<em> - want to lay you on your stomach and sheath my throbbing pole in your greedy needy cunt? - want to screw you till your eyes roll back and you scream out your pleasure, till your mind is an incoherent mess? - want to sink my teeth in your neck and shoulderblades, leaving my mark on your physical body?</em><br>All of those were true, but he didn’t say it, despite the craving after her scrumptious curves and velvet folds. The tribulations and the growing shadow in the East drew his attention… demanded it even. “You remember our talk from months ago?” he asked, forcing his blood to calm down. However, he found it hard to focus with such a raging erection going on. The Prince knew she did, not a day went by or he felt her thinking about it.<br>“I want you to contact the seers again, but you will not like the task I will be bestowing on you…” He felt her mind sending out waves of alarm, which he tried to soothe by extending his own mind toward hers. Like a soft comforting hand being placed on her cheek. “Find me another woman of great power.” Her anger started to pour.<br><br>Dohn was standing in the corner, his posture strong as he tried to look regal despite his physical shortcomings. The strange thing about Dohn was, or rather one of the strangest things about Dohn was, that the eyes of the fool were identical to Amrek’s. They always were identical and right now they were smouldering like brimstone.<br><br>Amrek watched his sorceress intently, his brow furrowed slightly. "You already know the reasons, my dear," it was usually a good sign when he called her that. He would need all the strength he could get for the coming storm. Already the vultures were circling the soon-to-be corpse of King Maedros, second of his name. He needed a display of power and virility. Binding two sorceress, a 'man' <em>and</em> a dragon was just that. If he wasn't Amrek aep Maedros of House Rarmon, he would have said sorry, apologised. But he had been born a prince and a warlock, and he saw himself destined for great things. That Amrek didn't apologise to women.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>11-07-2012, 14:56:11</strong>
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				Tia knew what she should do, it was obvious. Amrek’s body had always been easier to distract than his mind and it was obvious that this was the case now. How easily it would have been for her to walk over to him and manipulate that fact, to let her hands grip his length and watch as his attention shifted, to drop to her knees and use her mouth in much more productive ways than talking. It would have bought her time, time and pleasure and enough to get a handle on her reply. But that was not who she was, in the face of his works her reaction was as predictable and inevitable as it ever was.<br><br>She exploded.<br><br>Her voice raised, near hysterical she insulted him, swore at him, cursed him, everything she could possibly think of. The things she said to him, the torrent of disrespect, the sheer audacity of her statements were born of an anger that boiled inside her. Skirting close to her wounded pride.<br><br>Did he know how much it hurt that he wanted somebody else? It didn’t matter that it was a show of strength, to him it was a display of prowess, power, for her it was a signal to the world that she wasn’t good enough. He wanted her to go to the seers and find him a new toy. A new girl. The last thing she wanted to do was share him, slavery was one thing, being in his thrall was part of that, a part she had gladly accepted. But to share him? To have to take a step back from the intimacy they had shared for her entire adult life, it was a betrayal and he was cruel to mention it.<br><br>Tears threatened to fall, angry wet tears from her pale and intense stare but she wouldn’t let them, instead she let venom fall from her lips as she flew at him. All thoughts of desire and seduction gone, all pity for his nightmares, extinguished in a second by his words. Had they not moved passed this? Had she not already won this fight?<br><br>“I will <em>not </em>help you find my replacement” she snapped after the screaming had stopped and a dangerous silence fell over the room, “I will <em>never </em>help you find her. There is nobody that can replace me Amrek, nobody. The Seers know this, you don’t, if you want proof then ask them yourself.” It was laced with spite; she knew very well that the Seers only talked to females. It was part of their cult, sorceresses had to be raised by them and they would only talk with their own. In part it was tradition and in part it was preserving the ancient protection of the Draiguer. For as long as their gift of sight, their carefully mediated but often distorted omniscience was the woman’s protection for without her their knowledge and gifts would be lost to the monarchy.<br><br>It also meant that nobody outside of the royals could take advantage of their sight. <br><br>Without Tia he would not be able to talk to them and she was never going to ask them, well not again. In fact when he had first mentioned it she had sobbed to one of the old crones and begged her to assuage her fears. Unfortunately deception was not an art they practiced and they had mentioned a girl, power beyond her own and it had terrified her. For so long she had been the most powerful, it was her pride that Amrek had chosen her because she was above other sorceresses, a power exulted. <br><br>The introduction of some pathetic, untried girl into their carefully sculpted relationship was not something she wanted to entertain. Tiaslye would not share him, she would not step aside and let him shame her by binding himself to another; did he not see there was more to what they had than a parade and a show? Of course not. He was Prince and she knew that nothing beyond that mattered. The memories they had shared, the life, was merely a result of their bond. She was his and he loved her as a mirror of how he loved himself, that was okay, she had deduced that early on. But the only thing that preserved her sanity was that reflection of love and he was trying to shatter it.<br><br>Walking towards the doors with every intent of walking out without being dismissed or even saying goodbye, Tia’s heart was hammering in her chest from anger and fear. Surely without the Seers aid, her aid, there would be no way for him to link his fate with the dark haired girl from the visions; not when she had done everything in her power to shield that knowledge in her mind, away from his reach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium147</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 13:30:42</strong>
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				Amrek had felt her stomach tighten and anger rising: he felt and saw it explode right there in front of him. The Prince listened to the bound sorceress, <em>his</em> bound sorceress. He even understood. It was hard to shield himself from her words, for like arrows they found their mark. After all, partly she was right. Her anger and sense of injustice burned strongly, like a pyre in the night. If he would try, he might get burned even.<br><br>However, he had to steel his heart and mind against her caustic coated spite, and let her combustible nature flow for a moment. But only for a moment. Fortunately they were nowhere public, for then Amrek would have been forced to take action, despite him not wanting to. “You forget your place, Tia,” he said, his voice angry in turn, rising up from his nightstand when she had finished and turned her back on him. That slender back. He would rather not treat it to more lashings. Even mad she still managed to sway her hips like a coquette. <br><br>Dohn was clenching and un-clenching his fists, his knuckles white while he gritted his teeth. The fool had a look that could kill on his face, as if his eyeballs could shoot sparks of lightning. His ugly face was red and several veins could be seen violently pulsing on his forehead and in the nape of Dohn’s neck. It was if he would start to foam in the corners of his mouth soon.<br><br>Amrek took two steps forward and cleaved the air in front of him with his right hand; a clear gesture of <em>‘no’. </em>The doors flew shut and in the lock. He made her stop dead in her tracks; effortless thanks to the magically infused stones and gems she wore. “You will do this for me, Tiaslye.” His voice was calm, but she would hear it in her head with such force it would eclipse any other thought or perception from the world. The implications of her disobedience were running through his brain. He couldn’t let this go unanswered. First Kuldrax tested his patience and now Tia did, but in a way far more intense than Kuldrax ever could. Enough.<br><br>The Prince increased his presence in Tia’s mind, and started to send her telepathic messages. Hopefully she would back down, if not then he would be forced to send her to the Vault. He could force her to the floor, torment her with images of horror and hurt, make her go insane and put thoughts in her head, strip away memories or replace them. He could hurt her physically, strip her from her own mind; all things worse than death. Amrek gave her a glimpse of the things he had spared her from ever since she had left the Vault. The Vault. Surely she would remember her time there, no? Surely she would remember the masked handlers and cruel devices and regime.<br><br>He remembered it clear enough. She had been seventeen, perhaps a bit younger. Nothing but a girl on the verge of womanhood. The Vault was ancient, a cold stone prison of iron and bitter salt. It was where they brought sorceresses after they had left the Seers tutelage. There they were broken and reassembled, destroyed and reforged. Amrek had been the one in charge of Tia’s training. Unlike dragons who were subjugated, sorceresses were made.<br>The Vault was a dark pit of sorrow and despair, and Amrek had made sure he had been the light in Tia’s misery and agony. The things that were done for power...<br><br>“I was not asking, my sweet sweet Tia,” he continued and closed the gap between them. “To disobey your Prince. Have you lost your mind?” He knew she hadn’t, but he said it to put his finger on the wound. Now he was standing behind her. “You wouldn’t turn your back on me, would you?” His voice was treacherously tender as he whispered in her ear, his hands resting on her delicate shoulders. “Not my Tia,” his breath hot in her neck as his lips touched her earlobe, but only just. “You will find this girl for me.” He kissed her neck just under her jawline as his well-chiselled torso pressed into her back. “Will you not?” Amrek asked again, sending a final mental image of a gate inlaid with rusty statues whose faces were distorted in horror and sorrow. There was an inscription above the gate in ancient runes which said “abandon all hope, ye who enter here”. Words that were found in a classic scroll from ages past.<br><br>Though Amrek was being gentle, Dohn was still seething. The jester seemed to be sizzling like a piece of meat being fried and let out short clucking sounds of dismay and fury. He even growled once.<br><br>“Say it with me, love,” the Prince cooed as he kissed her neck again and took in her scent. “You will find the girl and bring her before me.” He waited till she had repeated the command, his fingers digging into her shoulders as he rested his forehead on her. “In chains or silk I do not care,” Amrek added, “just bring her to me.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 15:05:04</strong>
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				Tiaslye felt his tender caresses on her body, she felt him consume her mind and she knew even before the mention of the Vault that she was finished. If he was prepared to go to such lengths for her obedience in this then all hope was lost, he had decided and the crushing agony felt a little like what heartbreak must feel like. Tia didn’t know, she had never had her heart broken, her heart had never been hers to break. The mention of the vault, the images destroyed her further and though the pain was too tangible to think through hot tears streamed down her face. There was no sobbing, her breathing barely changed but the tears were there as he violated her innermost thoughts.<br><br>The vault had been her nightmare, at times she wished it had been a nightmare and no an ever-present place. Never before had he threatened to send her there, no matter how many times she had pushed him. This was new and she recognised it with a strange sense of foreboding. <br><br>His lips on her skin, his will in her head, surpassing all independent thoughts she couldn’t think and she knew he wanted it that way. He didn’t want her to form thoughts, didn’t want her to object, he’d said it himself, he was not asking. If she refused to help there would be The Vault, he couldn’t make her talk to the Seers but he could destroy her in every way that possibly mattered. Tia nodded but it wasn’t enough,<br><br>“Say it with me, love,”<br><br>And she did. Even as his fingers dug into her flesh her body responded to the kiss on her neck, even as she betrayed herself and whispered her choked consent. There was always a chance the girl would die in the vault, but in thinking of that when he was so inside her head she didn’t doubt that he would see the image of the girl that the Seers had painted for her there months before. It was an impression, not an image and yet it was proof that she had known of her existence, chasing the thought away, forcing it as far from her thought process as she could, Tia waited for him to release her.<br><br>“I will find her” she said after a moment of long silence “but you have to let me go in order to do this.” It was dangerous, to push him further, it always was. She always did, and it always ended like this. But to give up, to not even try would be a worse fate than the fault, she wouldn’t lose herself, she couldn’t. Though she could make sure the second girl did, perhaps if she was clever she could destroy her before they even made it back to the capital.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7130/7555597506_6a4dfbe34e.jpg)</div><br>Deep in the lost jungles a brunette girl was on her knees, though she wasn’t lost in prayer as so many of the other women in the monastery were, no, she was crying. Because the dreams she’d been having for months now had finally solidified to a point that she knew they would no longer pass her by without coming to pass. The same dream, the same haunting face of a man repeated over and over. <br><br>There was no recollection of life outside the impossibly tall walls, the trees beyond, Lisirra had been reborn here after she had been abandoned and the nuns and silent life where all she had known. The Order of Phaethenu was a particularly strict order, sisters were required to wear masks constantly as the gift of sight was considered a sin that you must atone for. Most of the women in the place wore a lace mask over their eyes permanently, the only ones who did not where the old crones who’s eyes had become milky and blind through disuse.<br><br>Lisirra however was young, and the blue eyes behind the lace worked perfectly except without the external world to focus on they instead had to retreat into her mind. The eighteen year old had always been obedient, quiet and given herself freely to the order. Even when it became clear that there was the magic running through her veins, potent and untapped. It was a sin to indulge in the magic and so she had little opportunity to cultivate or use it.<br><br>Still occasionally if there was a sister wilting from age, Lisirra’s innate ability would comfort and ease the transition from life to death. No matter how harsh the winter or dry the summer, the monastery’s crops and fruit had flourished, never once had they suffered through starvation like they had so often before. Except as much as she was loved they feared her, younger girls than her were allowed to make the long walk into town to collect donations or preach their forgiving, blind deity. Lisirra was never permitted to make the trip, her gift of foresight was considered a curse and so she was locked away, the most sheltered of all the nuns.<br><br>It was because of this that she could not express the apprehension fuelling within her, the need to run from a veiled blonde who heralded only trials and harshness. Instead, with the bright sunlight doing little to light the darkness behind the blindfold she continued to dig at the dirt in front of her. Gardening was a tireless chore when one couldn’t even appreciate the bloom of the flower or the bright lilt of the sky above.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Lisirra’s Visual</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Her Dress, NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">This is the usual wear for inside the convent, when leaving the monastery the girls are swathed in cloaks but eyesight is considered a much greater sin that exposing ones breasts – which are in effect only mammary glands and nothing sinful – don’t you just love religion? ;)<br><br>(http://www.fashionisingpictures.net/photoshoots/AlisaMirinBlush6.jpg)<br></div></div><br>The lace eyemask, because I dig it.<br><br>(http://data.whicdn.com/images/22858229/083616e4ed6d78c45d3d02f8fb9d167a_large.jpg)<br><br>The Monastary<br><br>(http://ipdp.gmu.edu/images/montenegro/moraca_monastery_waterfall001.jpg)<br><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium147</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 17:56:54</strong>
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				The power of the soulbond between them would allow Amrek to keep in touch mentally, though the farther she got the more he had to concentrate. However, the bond was far stronger than the one with Kuldrax and Dohn. Far different in nature as well. Kuldrax was kept in control, overpowered while Dohn was just tied into his mind, and Amrek to his. Tia on the other hand, well it was a little bit of both. She was a part of him and he of her, he had chosen for it to be that way. He already had one blubbering mindless idiot of a fool, he didn’t need another. No, the Prince rather had an intelligent counter-part to converse with and Tia was nothing if intelligent. Personality. He knew, he <em>saw</em> it.<br><br>“I’m aware,” he said after hearing her say that he had to let her go. “But not yet.” They still had time, in spite of what was at stake, in spite of the growing storm in the East. He picked her up as if she weighed next to nothing, even in his arms she was graceful. Like a piece of silk carefully draped around his body, her pale skin contrasting to his deep colour; another trademark of the men of the line of Rarmon the Dragon.<br>The Prince carried the sorceress to his bed, gingerly laying her down on his tangled sheets and started to peel off garment after garment, strap after strap, only leaving the few pieces of silver and jewellery. The horned headdress he threw and Dohn, who caught it and put it on his head before starting the stroll around the room pretending to be a lady.<br>Amrek and Tia lost themselves in passionate embrace and the joining of their hungry mouths. Her body trembled from the previous anger and frustration spiced with the prospect of ardently blissful release. <br><br>Their union was fast, strong and intensely pulsating; like a volcano in labour. Primitive he should say actually. They needed it. Amrek’s blood felt as if it was a thick boiling syrup, setting his body afire. He practically roared out in pleasure as the bucking of their hips moved in unison, faster and faster, harder and deeper. Their minds intertwined in that final moment, when they came in unison, their gasps growing high yet heavy; Tia’s claws scraping his back. He cared not if she drew blood. <br>They exploded simultaneously, like two stars impacting into one another. Amrek whispered in her ear “You’re mine...utterly...” as he felt the wine of his orgasm drip along his shaft and Tia’s inner thigh. The tall dark haired man rolled off of her, one arm under his head, looking at the canvas above his bed. “Now go,” he said, dismissing her like a common harlot. It was part of her punishment.<br><br>Dohn was staring at Tia with nothing but open lust in his eyes, though remarkably there was no trace of sexual arousal. Amrek knew they had taken Dohn’s manhood from him. The fool was a copy of Amrek’s feelings; he had had Tia once and he wanted more. But not now... not today.<br><br>She would clean herself up, change clothes and then make her way to wherever they had hidden that girl he had caught inklings of in her thoughts. He had noticed she was trying to hide something from him, but he hadn’t asked her about it. Instead, Amrek had opted to wait for her to tell him, but she hadn’t. She felt threatened, and he was angry because of it. The Prince was angry because a lot of things in fact. Tia’s behaviour just one of them. There was still the issue of his father’s future demise. The insanely frustrating court of Eleran-by-the-Sea consisting of vultures waiting to strike down on Maedros’ near-corpse.<br><br>Amrek reached out and found Tia’s presence in an instant. She had changed and was ascending the stairs to the drum tower which was built on the rocky outcropping over the bay. The Dragon tower had held dragons and eggs for centuries, yet now only the old living carcass of Maedros’ beast was present, and a multitude of coloured eggs that had turned to stone over the ages. Dragons weren’t bred any longer, they could only be found in the wild. The sorceress sent him an image of the wretch, chained and torn with illness. The smell had been revolting.<br><br>“Do not fail me.” He said to her over their link, he hated to be disappointed... especially by her. As she took off on her pet hippogrif (http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110314181812/hogwartsrpg/images/d/d8/Hippogriff_drawing.jpg), clad in some piece of hooded clothing with long black clasped boots for riding, Amrek finally got up for the day.<br><br>Dohn assembled his outfit: something simple, that left his arms and partially his chest bare. Dohn himself would wear something similar, only for the fool the clothes would be a costume. It was tradition for the Prince and his jester to be clad similarly, yet there was never a chance to mistake them. And woe he who tried to insult in that fashion. Tradition was the cornerstone of the nation of Eleran and its monarchy, it kept society together. Tia and Amrek had often discussed the ups and downs of tradition; its importance and folly. They agreed that Eleran was coming dangerously close to become rusted, fixed in its ways. However, those talks were made in secret, the only attendant being Dohn, and even he was not always present.<br><br>The Prince ran his finger along the scaled ring across his forearm, a habit he had developed as a child and still cherished. He wondered what the origin of the mark was, but always ended up attributing it to the relationship his bloodline had with dragons and their relatives. He sighed, straightened his shoulders and back and finally exited his quarters. Today he would face one of his troubles: the sickening court life.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I hate religion, but I could come around just for this one. Good sketching of a mysterious female order. Nice touch with the black heart :P.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 20:24:18</strong>
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				“What do you mean I can’t come in?”<br><br>“This is a closed monastery; there are no visitors, no matter whom you might be.”<br><br>Tiaslye was seething, it had not been an easy or a short trip and she was in a bad enough mood without having it be for absolutely nothing. It had taken all of her persuasion and position to get within the domed halls of the crumbling old building. Glancing around as the women brushed through on occasion going about their business; there she had been made to wait for hours. Her dress was much the same as before, except this time she had on her veil, a mandatory accessory for when she was not traveling with Amrek. Memories of his treatment of her were still winding her up the wrong way and in truth she was relieved when the Seer’s had told her the ancient building was in the mountains some days journey from Eleran. <br><br>Her riding cloak remained on her beast which she had been forced to leave in the care of the villagers at the foot of the mountain. The terrain was steep and the trees to thick for anybody but a small statured woman to walk through. The sound of the waterfall beneath them rung in her ears. Tia wasn’t sure if it was her imagination that felt the floor vibrating from the thrum of the water, or whether that was the cause of the obvious damage to the structure. <br><br>On the bright side there had been very little of pretty girls that she had seen, they were all old crones, the few young girls she had seen were plain and uninspiring things. Hopefully the Seers were wrong and one of these miserable humble looking girls would be the gift she had to return. The look on her master’s face when his new toy turned out to be some plain-faced slack breasted girl would be one she would never forget. How pleasing it would be to her should that be the case.<br><br>“I am not a visitor” she snapped, with all the authority she was used to commanding. “I am Draiguer.”<br><br>“Even so, you have no jurisdiction here.”<br><br>“I have jurisdiction everywhere” she snapped and the building rumbled for real, this time it was her magic laced with her temper. Under normal circumstances such outbursts would do little other than annoy Amrek, however here in the middle of nowhere in an already ancient structure the very walls shook with her mood. The old woman looked unimpressed, regarding her with filmy unseeing eyes it made Tia shudder. <br><br>Really, Amrek, you should do your own dirty work. <br><br>The thought would span the space between them easily enough but she would have no way of knowing his reaction unless he chose to give it to her. Like so many things it was still he that was in control, she was but an extension. As would this new girl be.<br><br>“I will see her” a voice came from the back and Tia looked up and her hope fell. Stood in front of her was the girl from her vision, flawless and pretty as the watery impression had been. Thick black fabric cascaded from her waist, her feet were entirely lost in the extensive dark folds, but from the waist up the rest of the dress was sheer. Though it had a high neck and the sleeves came down to the wrists it was entirely transparent like the others. Only unlike the others beneath that fabric her skin was taut, her breasts firm and bigger than Tia’s own. Supressing the jealous trepidation she continued her appraisal of the girl. Her skin was pale, almost like fine bone china, her face young and innocent. She could not see her eyes because they were hidden behind a black mask of lace, but the fringe of her hair fell mostly over that obscuring it. <br><br>The rest of her dark hair was hidden by a black and white habit that extended down her back to her waist.<br><br>“Yes” Tia snapped, “you will.”<br><br>The old crone paused for a moment but then nodded and shuffled out of the room.<br><br>“Come with me” the brunette instructed but Tia was annoyed, insulted and practically devastated over the beauty of the girl. As such she was in no mood to tolerate orders, even Amrek’s orders were met with hostility but unfortunately she didn’t have the benefit of standing her ground with him. With everybody else she was in charge, she out-ranked this naïve little girl and she was damn well going to make it known.<br><br>“No. I am not in the habit of being told what to do.”<br><br>“I was not telling” the girls face tipped to stare unseeingly at the space where Tia was stood, “I am sorry that your reception was ill-received. They don’t really like our privacy being interrupted; they say it hinders our connection with the Goddess.”<br><br>She was nice too? Tia’s blood was boiling more at the sudden change in attitude than she was originally.<br><br>“I’ve know you were coming for a while” the brunette confessed and Tia’s eyes narrowed. “But I do not know your name.”<br><br>“I am Draiguer.”<br><br>“That is not a name, it is a position.”<br><br>“Tiaslye, I am Tiaslye.” <br><br>The brunette smiled warmly and Tia had to bite back a snarl, stupid innocent girl, she had expected her and she had not run? Tia loved Amrek with a more consuming love than should be possible but if she’d have had the chance to run when she was free then she would have. This silly girl had known what was going to happen and stayed? Naïve and stupid. Which was about when she wondered for the first time how the girl had known she was coming. Precognition? That was surely an exclusive gift to the Seers.<br><br>“I am Lisirra of Phaethenu.”<br><br>“I did not ask. I have come to bring you to-“<br><br>“Eleran-by-the-Sea, I know, I’m not coming.”<br><br>Tia’s eyes snapped up in that moment and she frowned, but before she could speak Lisirra continued “I know why you are here, but I have free will here and I am telling you that I will not come. I have little knowledge of life outside this monastery but I know that I have no wish to face the fate which destiny seems to have laid for me. I have no wish save to remain here and serve the Goddess. I am sorry that you have travelled so far for an answer you clearly do not want. But now you have it, from my own lips, I ask that you go and respect my decision.”<br><br>The blonde’s mouth opened and closed a few times unsure what to say; perhaps this girl wasn’t such a threat after all? If she wouldn’t come there wasn’t much she could do about it and so with a slightly more hopeful disposition she left the monastery and made her way back down the mountain. Relayed the girl’s message, word for word straight into Amrek’s head. Normally she would have transferred the memory directly however the last thing she wanted to do was show him how pretty the girl was. No, he could force Tia but unbound there wasn’t much else he could do if the girl wouldn’t consent.<br><br>Maybe she wasn’t as dumb as she looked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium147</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 22:40:43</strong>
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				His days had been filled with menial mediocrity and obstinate boredom. Amrek had spent his time talking to this baron and that count, with distant relation to another nobleman with lands hence and there. He could recite any house’s name, seat and sigil if he put his mind to it. In truth it was his own obstinacy that prevented him to come across amicably to most courtiers. He needed them, he need their wealth and their sworn swords, as much as he despised it. And it frustrated him, for with all his might and power, he could force a single noble without angering all others. King Maedros had been a lax king and had allowed the individual lords and lordlings to increase their powerbases and influence. He cursed his father’s name for being content with squandering money, leaving the exchequer nearly depleted. Was that going to be his inheritance?!<br><br>Amrek was pacing the hallway overlooking a courtyard where some of the royal guard were exercising and practising swordplay. The air was filled with the clanging of metal on wood and the scent of lavender from the nearby gardens where maidens -whores in expensive clothing, he should say- were enjoying a day in the sun, accompanied by pompous bards and their lutes or harps. Before the day was through, all of them would engage in decadent escapades of the carnal variety. In the past, he had joined them more oft than not, but now with the worries and troubles weighing heavy on his mind he refused to be distracted by them.<br><br>A single phrase entered his mind, like a cord strung on one of those seductive harps in the gardens. <em>Really, Amrek, you should do your own dirty work.</em> It caused the Prince to smirk wickedly. He sent a concept back as an answer; a vague feeling of amusement because of her comment blended with a reminder of why she was the one dispatched.<br><br>Tia’s absence fell him heavy, and Kuldrax was growing restless in the Dragon Pit. Without a release anytime soon his anger would get the better of him and someone would feel the brunt of it. Dohn would make a good candidate, but in truth he had done nothing wrong. Amrek liked to think there was still some justice left in him and he was more than just another spoiled arbitrary man.<br><br>Then came Tiaslye’s report on her mission.<br><br>He had not expected this. Who were they to refuse him?! Who was she to refuse him?! Amrek opened up the psychic line of communication to his beloved sorceress. “Are you losing your touch, Tia dear?” He said, his eyes turned inward to his own mind as he kept the mind-link in place. “Are you failing your Prince?” Now he knew where the girl was and, per extension, the nature of her existence as well. “I am disappointed,” he added before closing his mind from her.<br><br><em>Kuldrax.</em> He called out as he felt the dragon cringe under his command. In the distance a tremendous roar could be heard over the city as the huge reptilian creature took to flight. The sound cascaded over the roofs and streets like a downpour. Before the morrow he would be at the monastery to deal with this... obstruction.<br><br>-------<br><br>Dohn was paddling through the corridors and overheard all sorts of conversations. Part of the ‘charm’ of being a fool was that nobody paid any attention to him as he did his usual rounds now that Amrek had taken off to the south. It seemed that in the Princely absence the assembled courtiers grew ever more bold, like unwatched children who saw the cookie jar ripe for the taking. Some were even so bold as to wish for a speedy demise of King Maedros.... However, they were all unaware of the nature of Dohn’s connection to Amrek, for the jester reported everything he heard and saw directly to his master’s brain. Thus, at night Dohn couldn’t catch any sleep because of the rumbling pool of anger bubbling into his little head and body. Like a cauldron overflowing to a smaller vessel.<br><br>------<br>Amrek had arrived at the village on the foot of the mountain by dragonback. He had been careful to land far enough from the small assembly of what were supposed to be human residences. The townsfolk were friendly enough, though he eyed this tall dark stranger with the mandatory suspicion. It was all to be expected from the lowborn, Amrek said to himself. Though he could not help but feel slighted by the fact they did not know their future liege and king. Things would change when he ascended to the throne.<br><br>The centre of the village was paved, which he had not expected, with a modest well on the south side. Next to it stood the largest of the village buildings, and the only one with a tiled roof. This was the inn, which went by the name of the Belching Brigand. Amrek snorted, fitting.<br><br>Extending his mental tendrils, he detected that Tia was indeed residing there and he learned she had hired the most expensive room and service available after talking to the fat but apparently jolly innkeeper. Actually he hadn’t need ask, Tia never had settled for second best, and he wasn’t seeing her doing it in the near future either.<br><br>Only as he marched onto the stairs did he make his presence known to her, his heavy black elk leather boots thumping the planked floor. The lock turned easily enough after a simple incantation. And he urged the door to open. Stepping inside he removed the hood from his face and spoke with a low voice. Tiaslye was sitting in front of the mirror, her back to him. “Do I have to do <em>everything</em> myself?” He was clearly <em>not </em>pleased, at all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 12:49:25</strong>
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				She spent the day in nervous apprehension, after the wave of angry disappointment she had felt nothing. It was the ultimate punishment, closing himself off from her entirely. Still she dared to hope that it would be enough to put this whole escapade behind them. Maybe, just maybe he would concede that some things could not be forced and this brief dance with insanity would end and he would be once more content with just her. After all he had no need of another sorceress; it was simply a means to prove his power. Though however anybody could interpret the binding of a meek little nun as a show of power she did not know. <br><br>It was still un-nerving though, not hearing absolutely anything, not feeling anything, no rush of anger, annoyance, control. She had braced herself for his anger, for the brunt of his temper which she was used to bearing. This silence was somehow more dangerous and she had stayed in her room for the day, passing the time and refusing to venture out amongst the poor and diseased peasants of the town. It’s beauty was lost on her, she was so far above it that even this room, the supposed best in the place, was dreary and musty.<br><br>Still she daren’t leave until Amrek commanded it and so she had remained enjoying and hating the strange freedom that came with having her mind to herself. That is until the presence invaded her mind once more, so suddenly that her mind objected instantly, however in vain, to the sudden flush of consciousness that wasn’t her own. Flying from the bed and to the mirror, the proximity of that mind sent her blood cold with unbridled terror as the memories and threat of the vault ached through her unbridled.<br><br>“Do I have to do everything myself?”<br><br>He hadn’t knocked, why ever had she expected him too? Despite her fear she looked at him archly, rather she looked at his reflection in the mirror, refusing to turn around to face him.<br><br>“I am sorry” she stated firmly, routinely, she wasn’t sorry at all, “free will is still not something I can circumvent. Unfortunately there is no reason for her to co-operate to your wishes. Perhaps the notion of being completely bound to you does not appeal to those who are not born to it.” The comment was spiteful, the brunette girl was beneath her station and to exalt her to the position he wanted was an insult. There had never been two Draiguer, it was obscene and she hated the notion that her relationship with Amrek would be eclipsed in history by him having two. That’s all that would be remembered and it wounded her ego mortally.<br><br>Now she did turn on her stool and walk towards him, her fear had made her words a little careless and she wondered if he would notice that there was no way Lissira should have known the blonde’s intentions in going there. There was something she was not telling him, whether he noticed or not she could but speculate. Instead, now standing she drank in the appearance of him. How strange to have him in all his elegant, powerful grandeur stood in such a hovel of a room. A glorified barn.<br><br>“I tried Master” she breathed, the last word was more an attempt to lessen whatever punishment and anger he had towards it. She used the word sparsely, it grated too much on her pride, but the fact that he had come here himself made her realise how desperate she had mis-interpreted his reaction.<br><br>Of course he would come, nobody said no to the Prince, if her pride was taut his was rigid and unyielding. <br><br>How could he do anything but come, the nun had likely unwittingly brought more of his attention upon herself by denying him. Tia could kick herself, why had she relayed the girl’s response word for word? Had she not known Amrek long enough that she might have invented a rejection of her own wording, one that would not have sparked his indignation? If he saw the girl, then all hope was lost. The innocence and naivety that radiated from her, he would devour it, feed on it; the unyielding obedience would appeal to his ego in a way that Tia never could. <br><br>Submission; it was the one thing he had demanded of her since she could remember. It was the one thing she never entirely gave him. <br><br>“Let me try again” she offered, pulling him close to her and inhaling the scent that was as natural to her as air, “I shall return tomorrow and try and bring her around. They will only let women in the monastery but we can plan now you’re here, you can better advise me on what to say. How to persuade her.” It was grossly pandering to his ego but Tia was determined that he couldn’t be allowed to meet the girl. <br><br>If he did then she might as well surrender all hope of this being over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium147</strong> on <strong>16-07-2012, 14:14:54</strong>
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				He squinted his blue eyes as she turned round to face him. Tia was one head smaller than him so when she rested her head against him, it was lying gently against his upper chest. The words she had spoken were laced with spite and bitterness. A part of Amrek relished the jealousy his recent decision was summoning with the noble sorceress-slave. <br><br>Her arms wrapped around his waist as she nuzzled in and called him ‘Master’. The Prince recognised it as an attempt to diminish his anger and temper his disappointment. For all her wit and intellect she was all too transparent to him, he didn’t need to peer into her head for that most of the time. Amrek had chosen to give her a large amount of autonomy after her time in the Vault, believing she would benefit from it. However, now he was pondering if he hadn’t had been too gentle with her. It was clear some aspects of her had yet to be fully tamed, unfortunately he liked her spirit and personality. So he had postponed the decision and kept on doing it.<br><br>Amrek aep Maedros took a deep breath, his broad chest filling with air, making Tia’s head rise as he in turn answered her embrace. He petted the back of her head, gently caressing her hair there and in spite of his dissatisfaction felt a frail sentiment of comfort in her touch and scent. His other big hand rested on her lower back, just above her curvy backside. He had missed her, her physical form and her proximity. “You might not be able to, but I am.” He said in regard to her objection about free will. “She has spent her entire life in this... nunnery. And has no intention of leaving...”. The Prince was assessing the situation he, to his mind, had neglected. <br><br>If he couldn’t outsource things to Tia even, then it meant he was truly alone. Whilst holding her against him, Amrek allowed Tia to flood into his mind again, but she would not like what she was about to find for he was thinking that she was useless to him if she could not carry out his orders. She was supposed to be his extension, his appendix and if she was not, she would have to be amputated... Naturally he kept it locked up in the back of his head that he wouldn’t be able to do that unless he was forced to make that decision. And who could force a Prince?<br><br>He pondered his options as he picked her up and flattered her down on the bed. It creaked under his weight and the fabric covering it felt rough but clean. “Either we use a ruse, and steal away with her in the night... or,” he said, as he kissed her plump lips, “we gratefully use the entire monastery as leverage. Now I know her and her love for this backwater I can use the nuns as hostages.” Before his eyes he already saw Kuldrax destroying the remote location, feasting on the flesh of women, novices and old hags alike, turning everything to ash and cinders. The ones who lived would suffer a worse fate than death: slavery. Not the glorified temperate slavery of Tia as a Draiguer, no. The kind of slavery which would shorten their lifespan significantly and would break their backs.<br><br>The only other time when he had unleashed Kuldrax like that was thirty years ago, from before Tiaslye’s time. From before she was even born he realised. He sighed as the memory washed over him, as he was again confronted with the image of the woman he had loved and lost. It seemed the more the events unfold, the more he was haunted by his past.<br><br>The Prince laid on his side, an arm around the blonde as he used his hand to frolic at the straps of her corset. She would not try again. “Tomorrow, we will venture up the mountain. I wish to see her for myself.” Tia’s body and mind bucked as he spoke those words, but he pressed her back down into the sheets as the cords of her chest-piece gave way. Amrek slipped a hand inside to cup a firm taut breast, gently kneading it as he appreciated its form.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 15:38:48</strong>
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				As he pawed at her body, her clothes, so her mind was working rapidly trying to redeem the situation; his disappointment was not an easy cross to bear and even now she hated knowing that he felt that he could not trust her. The situation was delicate and so she let him distract himself, wondering if this was merely a consequence of their separation or whether his attentions were more malicious. This girl was a threat, Tia hadn’t recognised her as anything else but if there was one thing she was excellent at it was reading people. <br><br>Amrek was simple, for all the power he had he tenacity was what kept her so well elevated. She knew well that he could have stripped her of it if he chose, and a part of her suspected he enjoyed that there were parts of her that he could not tame. When his influence and supremacy where rarely in question, it was probably strangely refreshing to have opposition. It was an illusion, a game, she was no freer than Kuldrax as horrible as a notion that was. Still it wasn’t impossible to believe that there was something between them other than the bond which he had forced upon them.<br><br>The Prince got bored when he conquered things, his attention span was as changeable as his mood, Tia was an ever changing force and it kept him on his toes. This was why she reasoned that he had not cast her aside, or worked to break her will. Nevertheless they both knew where she stood, where she always stood, and that was unquestionably behind him. She might push her luck, tease the boundaries but she would never cross them. Tia’s own comfort and safety was of the utmost importance to her. Even if it meant backing down to save herself angering him too much.<br><br>A gasp escaped her lips as his fingers grazed against the sensitive skin of her breast, her nipples hardening at the touch instantly. Her body was not used to the deprivation of these touches, whether he used her for his pleasure, used pleasure as a punishment or simply used her as a tool to void his anger she was used to him touching her. Days without had left her obscenely wanton.<br><br>Placing a hand on his arm she effortless rolling him backwards and slid herself so that she was straddling his stomach. Opening his shirt her lips pressed against the hot skin, starting at his collar bone and moving down as she parted the fabric revealing more and more skin, lips, tongue and hair brushing against the taut skin. The trail of kisses stopped at his naval and moving back up to claim his lips,&nbsp; <br><br>“You do not need force” she breathed, unfastening the ties at his waist and letting her fingers trail along the line of hair that moved downwards from his belly button. “She is a nun, she is naïve. With no experience of the outside world” she pressed her lips to his again, topless and on top of him she knew that she wasn’t in control. Not really. But if she was going to gain his trust again she was damn well going to do it in a way that would nullify his interest in the girls. The brunette would be an obedient tool. Likely in that she would lose his interest quickly, he would use her, and then grow tired of her agreeable temperament.<br><br>“With no experience of the lies of me, you are blessed with a silver tongue, try your charm before you use force and I imagine it will work better. If I thought force would have worked to our advantage I would have pressed it” she lied, “but do you want her anger? Her indignation? Or her submission. If she truly is just a show of your power then would it not mean more that she came willingly? Besides with a potential war on the horizon would you truly wish to make enemies of the deities?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium147</strong> on <strong>19-07-2012, 11:35:35</strong>
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				As his affections were being answered, he felt Tia’s mind murmuring. Something she always did was think, until that last inevitable moment where their two personas simply touched and momentarily merged into one. Only then she stopped thinking, pondering, halted the turning wheels inside her head. Sometimes he listened in and when he did a lot of the weight he carried on his shoulders seemed to slip off him, like water from a rock.<br><br>He knew what he put her through, and he knew she had figured him out mostly. A part of him was scorned because she had managed to, Amrek enjoyed being the mysterious one. A wind ever turning. But another, equally sized, part was proud of her for understanding him. Even his own father didn’t know him as well as she did. And the Prince wasn’t an easy enigma to solve. Despite what was expected of him, he wasn’t perfect. Tia discerned this in the first year they had been together, after the Vault.<br><br>Amrek was a storm, a current and Tia was someone who went with the waves, only swimming against the current once in a while. It kept him on his toes, it kept him down to earth. For all his power, he was human and he needed to be reminded of that. Tia was both his anchor and compass for there were days when he was just bellowing around in no direction at all.<br><br>The Prince had let the sorceress get too close, and now it was too late.<br><br>As she was kissing along the length of his body a glimpse of her plans shone through, and for some reason he felt like he didn’t belong there, in her head. Which was a ridiculous notion. Amrek’s breathing intensified as Tia’s lips brushed over his tingling skin, he wanted to use his hands but that meant Tia were to stop what she was doing... and he was quite enjoying what she was doing.<br><br>Meanwhile she was speaking, pouring forth words to plant suggestions, ideas in his head. He grinned as he acknowledged what she was trying to do. It was a delighted, boyish grin. The Prince squinted his eyes at her afterwards, his lips parted slightly as cold air tickled the wet marks her kisses had left on his chest and stomach. His blood was boiling with anticipation.<br><br>Tiaslye spoke true, though. He indeed did not need force, but it was the easiest way to get what you wanted... and it was so <em>fun</em>. Additionally, the questions she asked hit their marks. In truth, Amrek hadn’t thought about what he wanted from the girl. Not exactly any way. He was not going to think about it yet either, not with Tia’s deliciously perky breasts spilling forth in front of him and her legs straddling him. Amrek placed his hands just above her scrumptious backside, at her hips. Lately another thought had been breaking through like a ray of sunlight on a cloudy day. The thought included Tia’s hips, but for the hundredth time he pushed it away.<br><br>Her last argument was a null one, she knew he didn’t believe in the gods. They had talked about it one day, she had teased him with it; pushed him to spill out why until he had lashed out at her. Because unknowingly, she had torn open an old wound which he had thought mended. Now he knew better. Amrek had screamed and thrown her off him. “There are no real gods! I’ve already been through hell... we make our own gods. Mine are power, lust and sorrow...” They hadn’t spoken for a week.<br><br>But that was all in the past, now they were here. In this sleazy town, in this sleazy inn, on this bed with Tia on top of him. Amrek simply nodded as he flipped her over once more, her legs around him as he buried his face in her buxom bosom. He kissed her there as he pulled her arms up, put her wrists over eachother and locked them in with his left hand. “A silver tongue,” he repeated chuckling, said silver muscle twirling around one of her aureoles, within heartbeats her nipple was standing taut. Amrek gave it a playful nibble and repeated the action on her other tit.<br><br>Next he let his tongue wander down, circling her bellybutton as he used his right, free, hand to tug harshly at her clothing. Amrek wanted to taste her again. Her clothing however, did not cooperate and when he discovered his opponents were buttons, he simply tore the fabric. One needed two hands to unclip buttons. The Prince’s pulse had been rising rapidly, he wanted to be sated.<br><br>Amrek bit the insides of Tia’s thighs before he hovered his face above her pussy, his hot breath caressing her nether-lips. “Is this what you had in mind when you said I should use my silver tongue?” The man cast a swift glance at Tia’s flustered face, between her heaving tits and let go of her arms. He knew he was talking too much. Just talking in general was to be considered ‘too much’. Then his tongue licked across the length of her velvety cunt, she was already dripping wet and he wasted no time in finding her pleasure bud while his hands locked around her hips, occasionally moving up to scratch along her stomach and ribcage.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">some eye-candy to go with the mood -no idea why, felt like it-</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://soundhealingifc.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/kissing-passion-couple.jpg)(http://passionunlimited.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/alchemy-of-ecstasy1.jpg)(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs15/f/2007/009/b/c/Passion_by_josemanchado.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>19-07-2012, 15:02:13</strong>
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				It was a loaded question, his ‘silver’ tongue moved against her and her body responded to his touch as it always did. Her body had belonged to him even before she had been able to understand the full extent of that. Sometimes when she was feeling pensive she would wonder whether she had been made for him, whether the fates had designed her with the sole purpose of belonging to the man that was currently lapping between her legs. The moan that escaped her lips first was soft, his last sentence had served to stoke her jealousy again. Even when he was about to pleasure her, he worked to push her buttons.<br><br>Yes that was exactly how she wanted him to use his tongue.<br><br>But only on her.<br><br>If he used it like this on the other girl she might well claw her eyes out, which would mean at least she wouldn’t have to worry about a mask.<br><br>Chasing the thoughts away she enjoyed the sensations for a while longer, letting him bring her as close to orgasm as she dared for the moment. When Tia came it was impossible to keep her thoughts from him, in those seconds of delirium he had unrestricted access to every thought, feeling, memory, deception; the curtain came away and it was a vulnerability she could not allow unless he was equally as incapacitated. Lacing her hand through his hair she tugged his head up before meeting his lips. Tasting herself, it was familiar, his lips were hot and wet with her juices and she revelled in that fact.<br><br>She revelled in it the entire time she was pressing him backwards against the bed. Entirely naked now there was nothing but his clothes between them, Tia didn’t bother with taking his clothes off, nor teasing touches this time, instead her hand moved beneath the thin luxurious fabric of his pants and gripped his pulsing length. Her mouth followed suit as her other hand pulled the fabric down, moving so that she was nestled in-between his legs, the ghost touch of her lips along the hot flesh, from the base to the tip.<br><br>Once her mouth had completed the trek however she let her practised tongue swirl around the velvety soft head before forcing her gag reflex into submission and swallowing his cock in a long movement. Tiaslye was truly the perfect toy, he had trained her well. She felt his cock press against her tonsils and moved further still letting him invade her throat as her mouth worked the rest of him. Her tongue flexed out against his balls she found the base but she pulled back quickly, taking a breath before repeating. Deep throating had been something she had learnt to do, even as well-endowed as he was, endurance had paid off. Well, endurance and a frequent, rather heavy-handed teaching technique from Amrek. <br><br>After a minute or so, when her jaw started aching, she let her hand encircle the base of his cock, mouth and hand working in a steady rhythm. By the time she pulled back to look up at him her cheeks were flushed and his hardness was slick with saliva, she kissed the head tenderly for a moment with her swollen plump lips before her eyes met his, hand still pumping up and down.<br><br>She was waiting for a command, whether he wanted her to continue this to completion or whether he had other things in mind. Occasionally she would beg for a particular train of action but more often than anything when it came to sex she was as willing and pliant as a rag-doll. If Tia could she would keep him in bed all the time, he had often joked that she was insatiable and she wouldn’t like. But it was more about the equality she felt when they were here, she held his attention fact and that level of attention was especially addictive.<br><br>Tia didn’t want to share that with another woman.<br><br>Everything else she could share but this, she let her tongue lap at the head, pressing into the slit at the end gently before trailing her tongue along the distended vein underneath and letting her tongue press over his balls, this was hers. Hadn’t she earned it? Tia didn’t know if he slept with other woman, she assumed not, she was after all privy to most of his thoughts and he was generous enough to her needs, she hoped not. It was easier to at least delude herself that this was personal, that this was something only she got. Anything else would be too painful and it was not something she would be able to change if it happened.<br><br>Briefly she wondered what he would do it she allowed another man to claim her like this.<br><br>Pushing the thoughts back she moved her mouth up his cock, pressing hot wet kisses against his sex.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">I can totally do 'mood' setting photo's too Mister!</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyoxdt0XVZ1r3w115o1_500.gif)<br><br>(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/11400000/hot-kiss-rafael-nadal-11486249-1024-1263.jpg)<br><br>(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6cqt4ABYi1rnx27zo1_500.gif)<br><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium147</strong> on <strong>20-07-2012, 13:19:45</strong>
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				Tia was being a good girl. A <em>very</em> good girl, even. Amrek’s back arched a little as she got to work on his cock. Her hands, tongue and lips were so excellently trained and skilled that he felt his muscles ripple from delight. Then she took him in entirely and one of his hands shot down to grab a fist full of her blonde hair. The Prince rummaged through it, pulled it, as she returned the pleasure, making him gasp for air.<br><br>Life wasn’t regular for magic wielders. Everything was more intense, accentuated. Scents were sharper and stronger, colours seemed more full and radiant, feelings were all the more passionate... And every last sorcerer or sorceress was cursed, or blessed, with a raging brimming libido. It could even be considered their weakness. Some didn’t know they had one until it was unbridled for the first time.<br><br>Amrek had had different partners; the depraved noblewoman with daddy issues, the trained sex slave from the Free Cities, the farmer’s daughter taken in by his wealth and station, the obedient service maid... But over the years he had lost interest in them. They were conquered and won too easily. And they lacked imagination, personality. They had bored him all after the first week. Lady Amaranthine after the second. Amrek knew it wasn’t ‘right’ to say it, but then again... did he care? Not as long as he had Tia. He shuddered as she let her plump lips trail along his shaft and blew hot air against his now spit-coated rod.<br><br>Part of the soulbond’s strength came from the emotional commitment. The fact the draiguer worshipped her lord intensified the magic between them. “I want to be inside you.” He said, articulating every word thoroughly before biting his tongue gently. His eyes were burning with desire and lust. Amrek always considered entering her as a statement of claiming her, over and over.<br><br>Grabbing the back of her head he pulled her up to him, devouring her mouth with his, letting his tongue caress her glowing lips before biting her lower one and pulling slightly. She felt like a sizzling flame in his hands, her skin was that hot. Tia grinded her hips against him before he gently eased himself into her. He couldn’t help but stretch his neck as he felt his manhood being enveloped by her wet cunt. She attacked his now exposed neck and he chuckled as he slowly got settled within her. Amrek felt a small shudder go through her body as she took him in to the base.<br><br>“No,” he said in a hushed whisper in her ear. He pulled out again and threw her off of him. She looked at him with a non-understanding look, but his mind was sending out comforting waves as he felt her searching for some information about his current mood. He placed her hands on the head of the bed while kissing her neck and shoulderblades. By now she was aware of how he wanted her so she leaned forward a bit, pressing her butt back as Amrek positioned himself behind her.<br><br>Her pussy was soaked and his cock still coated in spit and her juices so he easily slid inside for a second time that day. Amrek grunted, her cunt felt even hotter than before. One of his hands slid around to cup one of her breasts and play with it, while the other reached round and was placed on her throat, the thumb below her cheek bone. She momentarily suckled on his index before he turned her head around and kissed her whilst starting to move in and out of her from behind. He loved the way her back looked when she arched it like this, and he loved how her ass looked as he bucked into it, jiggling a little while pistoning his pole in and out. He felt her moving into him, fucking him back and he bit down on her shoulder. She tasted sweet and salty the same time.<br><br>Meanwhile the hand fondling and teasing her nipple had taken over the position from the other hand over her throat so he could pull her hair, making her arch her neck and her back even more. Amrek was panting as he felt her womanhood taking him in hungrily and he quickened his pace. For a moment, all thoughts of the war and the troublesome nun vanished from his mind as he rode Tiaslye.<br><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NjTo7X3S590/SuYODAlyoJI/AAAAAAAAGnw/DMrqmk_PZVk/s400/doggy+style+3.jpg)<br><br>(http://www.thedildoconnoisseur.com/wp-content/uploads/thedildoconnoisseur/2011/03/bedtime-doggy-style.jpg)<br><br>(http://media.picfor.me/001A91F2/sex-sexy--hot--romantic--sex--Couple--erotic--sensual--embrace--Doggy-Style--ttt--lovers--111--kanadig--arty-sexy--Hot-Couples-!!--lela--b-w--arena--Couples--xxx--b&amp;w--NaughtyKitty--erotic-couple--pic-1--sexy1--amore--?*?*?--Tag:-Chlo%C3%AB-des-Lysses--hot-bw_large.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 09:56:10</strong>
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				There was no degradation in the position, and the submission was only feigned , even with a hand against her throat, even as he pulled her hand back with his fist and she hissed in a breath through her teeth Tia wasn’t submitting. The blonde was enjoying, his rough treatment of her had become something of an addiction. On occasion she would push him just to feel the way he would pull her around, taking out his anger and frustration on her body as she keened and mewled against his touch. Especially now as she felt his hips thrust himself inside her, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with her whimpers and gasps every time he pushed in fully. The head of his length kissing her cervix.<br><br>Tiaslye had never known another lover, her body was his in training and in position and she prided herself on her ability to keep his interest. The blonde wasn’t stupid; she had asked about his past, keeping herself just beyond the reach of his total submission had served to keep him in a perpetual state of attempt. The blonde wouldn’t survive if she lost his interest, not in the sense that he wouldn’t let her, but she didn’t know how to survive without this.<br><br>It was possible her libido excelled his, often she had wondered why the two of them did anything but this. But he had other worries, worries of Kingdom and state and she simply had him. It was a closeted existence, his will was hers as much as she pushed against it, that would not change. Perhaps she had disappointed him but in this she would never do so, Tia was his toy and she thrived on being it. There was no emotion in their sex, there were no delusions of love. Acts of tenderness were not uncommon from him but they were never achieved during the pulsing, driven need of their passions.<br><br>Sex was for release, an intense show of dominance laced with inexplicable pleasure that she knew exactly how to milk from him and he her. <br><br>Tia yelped as he pounded against her, one of her hands moved from the bed where she had been holding her position; he was doing that well enough for the moment. Her hand gripped the arm of the hand that was at her throat her fingers digging into the muscular flesh, nails too as the pleasure increased and she was holding onto him for support as his weight pressed her further against the too soft mattress with every thrust. Not that she cared, she could have been face down on concrete and she still wouldn’t care as long as what he was doing felt that amazing.<br><br>It was then that she realised she had been too close to cumming before, she wasn’t going to last much longer and he was fast bringing her to a razor’s edge of which she was sure to fall. The blonde didn’t want to fall alone and so exercising her pelvic floor muscles to their full, strangling capacity she tightened herself around him every time he engulfed himself inside of her impressing into his mind how close she was. If there was any chance he had not already noticed from the slight tremble in her limbs. <br><br>Occasionally she wondered what sex would be like without the mental connection, how would you know what to do and when to do it? As it stood all she had ever known was the culmination of body and mind that he offered her. Naturally she suppressed her curiosity from his reach but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there. To give herself to somebody sans obligation seemed like a strange notion. One with which the curiosity had never risen enough to urge her to try. No, she enjoyed being Amrek’s too much and whilst she suspected he was his only then she would keep the position proudly. <br><br>The man behind her tightened his grip on her hair as hers tightened on his hand, not realising that her nails had dug in quite so much she slackened her grip but he didn’t return the favour. Her back was arched so much now that her breasts were free of the bed and bouncing with every impaling. Aided by the rapid and desperately ragged rises and falls of her chest as she gasped for breath. The mix of pleasure and pain was intoxicating, the dominance he exerted was entirely unquestioned in this fashion. The only reason she every contested it sexually was when she craved his brutality; a fact which occasionally disturbed even herself. 
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				Post by: <strong>Delirium147</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 12:05:55</strong>
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				When they came together their minds locked, like always, into one roaring tempest of pleasure, ecstasy and relief. It was all so paradoxal; their hunger and lust for each other could only be assuaged by said craving. It seemed as if the room was filled with a hot and heavy mist, as if the air itself was electrified. Amrek sunk his teeth in her shoulder while he felt his seed spewing out inside of her. Her lower muscles seemed to milk him for it even and he loved every bit of it. The hand around her throat closed firmly, obstructing her breathing. He had never asked if she liked it, not directly, but all the signs indicated she did.<br><br>The Prince rolled off of her, the clothes he was still wearing clung to his frame as he tried to cool off a bit. Their joinings were always intense and passionate. He felt relieved now. Less frustrated. Licking his lips he tasted the residue of her juices, saliva and some sweat. The moment of relishing and respite was over. “Do you think this cesspit has bathtubs?” he asked, feeling dusted from the road and plain filthy from the local populace and surrounding.<br><br>It was a young tavern wench who responded to the call. She blushed starkly and averted her eyes from the entangled lovers. On top of filthy and unlettered this place was also prudish? It was to be expected after living under the shadow of Nun Mountain. Amrek chuckled as the lass scurried out the door to wash their clothes and bring them food and soap and water to wash themselves with.<br><br>The food was simple but nourishing: freshly baked bread with thick butter spread on it and a dark stew filled with meat of lamb, mushrooms, carrots and onion. The wine that accompanied the dish was thin and almost tasteless but they had to make do. They spent the rest of the day fucking.<br><br>-------<br><br>Morning broke quick and early here and looking out across the assembly of shoddy houses and the town square it was clear that before the sun reached its highest point it would be hot and dusty outside. The simpletons were already up and about, carrying wood, tools and goods from one place to another like busy bees. Wouldn’t life be so much simpler as a commoner? <br>In spite of the nightly exertions, Amrek felt refreshed. For the first time in a long time he had slept without being tormented with nightmares or the feeling that someone or something was chasing him. It was a welcome change.<br><br>They took their breakfast in the common room, which was empty save for three merchants at the other side. Eggs, bacon, sausages and beans were something Amrek wasn’t used to in the mornings, but after the various rounds of sex he could eat an entire horse, just like Kuldrax. Some light frothy cider washed it all away. Tia and he talked about everything and nothing, the idle conversation weaving an illusion that nothing was wrong and they hadn’t a care in the world.<br><br>However, once they started their track up the mountainside that changed. In the shadow of Nun Mountain, Tia’s mood worsened again; he could see and feel it. He refused to give in though and pressed on, making her follow his tireless pace. If one wanted to be a strong caster and sorcerer, one had to be strong of mind, heart and body. Those were the few lessons his father had taught him when he was growing up, for it was his uncle who had truly taught Amrek to wield his potential and forge it into the power he commanded today. Maedros was still alive, he sensed after tasting the air. Amrek couldn’t think of a better word than ‘tasting’ to describe what he did. Magic was as much feeling as it was harnessing; natural and artificial.<br><br>Finally they arrived at the small plateau that gave access to the monastery. Amrek vaguely remembered some history of this place. Ages ago a female of his line had hidden here from the wrath of her brother. Or was it her cousin? Regardless, this place was of little import other than it held, what Amrek believed to be, the key to his victory. According to Dohn, several nobles had left court over the night. A worrying tiding, he thought. An arch stood in front of them, with carved figures in it of blindfolded maidens, women and crones. Incarnations of the deity they worshipped here. The vines wrapping around the monument showed the monastery had probably fallen on hard times. Knowledge Amrek tucked away in his mind for use when he saw the girl. Tia had counselled coercion and prudence. Behind it were stairs leading up to the actual entrance of the ancient temple.<br><br><div align="center">(http://cdn.tradebit.org/usr/stock-photos/pub/9002/984068.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>25-07-2012, 13:05:40</strong>
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				From the moment the sun first peeked its glowing face over the mountains, Lisirra had been on her knees in the gardens. The night had been filled with frightful visions for her, dreams bordering from the unlikely to the obscene. As sleep engulfed her body so her mind had been wretched from vision to vision to a point where she had not known what was real or fake. When she had first fallen asleep she had been sitting on the edge of the very fountain she was kneeling before now, the voice of her long dead mother whispering in her ears. It wasn’t imagination though, Lisirra didn’t remember her mother but she knew in a way that she couldn’t explain that the voice in the dream wasn’t her own. It never was, so she could only conclude that it was her mother trying to get through to her. <br><br>The brunette teenager did not question it, it was something she had just known, nor did she speak of it to others. Sometimes the long dead visited her dreams and whispered to her, who would think that as anything but hideous devil play? Still as much as she knew it would be perceived as such, she never once identified as evil. There was no harmful intent of the whispers, sometimes they just wanted to talk, somebody who was willing to listen but mostly it was warnings. Whispers of the future.<br><br>That was a part of her talent, a part which she had not told people about, for how could she claim to know secrets that were dead and buried?<br><br>The second part had been where her dream switched from a casual conversation about the coming years harvest to something that had confused her. Precognition was not new to her either though it was rather more un-nerving and unpredictable than her other talents. The scene had faded away, as had the gentle lilt of her mother’s voice and instead she had been standing in a room. <br><br><em>There was nothing of her simple room; this was an ornate, curtained palace with the scent of the ocean sweeping through the large arched doorway leading outside. Lisirra did not need to look to the window to know they were high up, nor did she need to squint at the two figures on the bed to know what they were doing as their flesh moved against each other.<br><br>The room smelt of sweat and passion and her senses reeled at the tangibility of the scene, somewhere in the back of her mind she told herself this wasn’t real. Spent and exhausted the man on top rolled off the slender body beneath and onto his back next to her. The muscles rippled and the light shone from outside to light up more of the scene than Lisirra was content to look at. Yet she couldn’t turn away, her head was fixed, now she could see the blonde and she recognised her as the woman who had come to claim her.<br><br>The woman was her future apparently.<br><br>Blue eyes rolled in irritation, why was her mind still showing her this? She would not go. The man who had been rutting against her was face down in the pillows now, faceless, nameless, but he wasn’t the focus in this scene. Even now as the blonde’s eyes were closed and her breathing slow, Lisirra’s eyes were drawn to the line of her sternum which was moving of its own accord. Trying to take a step forward she looked down when her feet would not move and frowned again when she saw that instead of standing on the floor her feet were encased in the stone.<br><br>Trapped.<br><br>Panic would have been more forefront in her mind, even as she told herself this was a dream so her eyes were drawn once more to where the blonde’s sternum was ripping open with a sickening crack. Lisirra tried to scream but she couldn’t make a sound, instead she grabbed the throat which wasn’t making the noise it should. Out from the body of the other girl emerged a serpent and this time Liserra did scream, as the snake pulled from the blood and gristle of the girl’s body and fixed it’s yellow eyes on the nun. As her screams echoed in the room, the serpent moved towards her, the sound must have roused the sleeping man because once more he moved across to take advantage of the blonde’s sleeping and ravaged body. Lisirra would have felt sick if it wasn’t for all of those teeth flying at her.<br><br>When she had woken up in her own bed she had dressed quickly and wasted no time before going to pray. Except when she had arrived down in the courtyard of the monastery the entire floor had been littered with snakes and as the steps beneath her bare feet started to move so she was swallowed up in a mass of seething, pulsating serpents.</em><br><br>Then she had awoken properly and checked the window, reaching out her senses to feel the warmth through the glass-less gap, knowing that sleep would not return and not wanting to get back into a bed that was drenched with sweat she washed, dressed and headed downstairs to meditate on her dreams. It was the first time she had been tempted to remove her blindfold to check for snakes, but instead she did not touch it. It was a strange thing, she had not seen with her eyes in many years and yet in her dreams her sight was always there with perfect clarity. <br><br>Sleep was not a restful state for the girl; her mind was never her own when she slept, and so mediation was how she regained her composure. By the time she had started her prayers she had been almost sure of the interpretation, the blonde was coming back and this time would not be alone.<br><br>It was confirmed when another of the girls knelt beside her the rustle of her skirts betraying her presence,<br><br>“There are people climbing the steps again” she had whispered in the conspiratorial way of young girls relaying classified inspiration “I heard the matrons talking.”<br><br>“Then we must pray their motives are to our utility and not our detriment.”<br><br>The girl pouted but went back to her prayers, Sister Lisirra was one of the youngest members of the order and yet talking to her was as dull as chatting with any of the senior Sister’s. She couldn’t know that inside the brunette was eaten up with fear, the dream and now the appearance of strangers <em>(who she half suspected she knew the identity of)</em> could not be a coincidence. For Lisirra coincidences did not exist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium147</strong> on <strong>26-07-2012, 11:03:21</strong>
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				“Are you content with digging around the dirt the rest of your life?” Amrek asked. They had bypassed the old crone Tia had met the day before. The old hag had looked at them with her blind eyes and Amrek had been careful to shield his mind from her. They said these nuns had special powers, powers that weren’t sufficiently known in the capital. In fact, their entire order was more of a myth than it was a reality.<br><br>He was tempted to take care of the old crone who had defied his will, after all that was what Tia was: an extension of his will. However, something told him that the old ugly wench was just that, an old ugly wench. The woman was simply concerned with the novices she had under her care. In essence, she had done nothing wrong. Outsiders were always treated with suspicion, Amrek thought.<br><br>A novice had gasped when he had taken her by the shoulder and demanded to know where this Lisirra of Phaethenu was. The girl had stuttered that she was in the gardens. His pace was heavy, he was used to people making way for him as he claimed the hallways or rooms. He was also used to people bowing before him, yet that was out of the question here. He doubted even a third of the women here knew who or what they were.<br><br>Before them sat the small brunette, clad in thin clothing of a see-through fabric. The youth’s eyes were obscured by a black lace mask. This far up the mountain, the sun held more strength than in the valley. Already Amrek could feel its rays burn in his neck, however, he did not break a sweat.<br><br>The Prince’s voice was mellifluous. “That is no place for a flower like you, to be tucked away on some distant mountaintop, without anyone there to admire your beauty.” He had yet to meet the woman who was resistant to flattery. Amrek made a mental note to later ask her why she was here in the first place. “Why chose a life of withering away in the dark,” he continued on an inquisitive tone, “if you have the option of seeing the world and experience <em>life</em>?”<br><br>Exchanging a look with Tia he crouched beside Lisirra, studied her masked features. The girl was stunning. This is why you didn’t want me to meet her. You feel threatened. His blue eyes were resting on his draiguer and saw he was right, though Tia was making all sorts of denials and objections. “You have met Tiaslye,” he said, shutting off Tia’s thoughts of protest. “Do you know who I am?” he asked, placing a big hand on the centre of his broad chest.<br><br>He asked because he didn’t think reciting all of his titles and names would impress this girl, though he did extend a single finger and touched Lis’ on her forehead. She would hear a voice whispering ‘<em>do not be afraid</em>’, followed by the experience of a little shock as the concept of what Amrek thought to be his identity would be laid open to her mind’s eye.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>26-07-2012, 20:00:13</strong>
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				Lisirra heard the commotion before she heard the stranger’s voice, her head tipped automatically towards the sound of the male voice. It was the first male she had ever met having been locked within these walls for so long her imagination couldn’t help but flare at the same time the residual fear from her dream clutched at her stomach afresh. Strange, she listened to his words and her brow furrowed beneath the lace; she smiled. Was this the danger of men? For so long she had heard whispers of how girls’ heads could be so easily turned and she wondered now whether that was yet another thing she would be immune to.<br><br>“I am hardly a flower Your Majesty” she breathed, her voice soft and quiet and barely audible over the running water of the fountain “nor am I ‘tucked’ away. I am here utilising other talents than beauty, which I am told fades whether it is admired or not.” It might have been considered rude, perhaps even dangerous to rebuff such a compliment from such a powerful man but Lisirra didn’t mean it to be pertinent. It was simply an observation of what she had learnt, it was partly why they were denied sight, beauty was deceptive and could corrupt. True beauty was visualised beyond what you could see.<br><br>Tia clucked her tongue and rolled her eyes, her head was awash with annoyance. They were here and the girl was spouting off nonsense, it was a game and if the little nun thought for a second that she was going to buy into her masquerade she was mistaken. Beauty was important and only a girl that knew she was beautiful would brush it off so idly.<br><br><em>She isn’t particularly special,</em> she thought in Amrek’s direction spitefully, <em>unless you like the pale, mousy look.<br></em><br>It was a lie, Tia had noted her beauty from the first moment she had seen her but there wasn’t a chance she was going to confess to her.&nbsp; Her master could and likely would form his own opinions, the girl was a decoration, that was what she was intended as and it was how she would stay. Or at least that was the only hope the blonde had left. Amrek spoke of showing her the world and Tia had more than enough, she ambled off towards where the outer wall was crumbing away and brushed her long fingers along the dusty, ragged stones. Beneath their feet the waterfall spewed from the mountain and thundered down the dizzyingly steep cliff-face to a pool below. Tia had never liked water, but she suspected it was because she had never learnt to swim.<br><br>Homesick, annoyed and trying to ignore the conversation going on behind her back it was difficult when his mind was filled with the image of the girl. But the Draiguer bit her tongue and focused on the scenery.<br><br>“I have seen enough of the world, the more I see the less I like” the brunette answered. Her eyes were on him, unseeingly but with the aid of his voice her gaze remained on him. Seeing through him, rather than seeing him she already knew what he looked like strangely before he even touched her. When he did the thoughts invaded her mind which fought reflexively against the intrusion. Pain exploded behind her eyes and her fingers shot to her temples, she understood vaguely but whatever lay in her head beyond her thoughts certainly didn’t like the invasion and it protested violently. Swallowing back the agony she pushed the query away and tried not to let the adverse effects show.<br><br>“The effort was unnecessary. I knew who you were before Sire.” Her voice was still quiet but there was an edge of thoughtfulness in it now. She remained on her knees because she wasn’t at all sure whether she was allowed to stand or not, dealing with the monarchy wasn’t something she had ever learnt to do though a voice somewhere inside her was whispering to stay down until he permitted her to rise. If Lisirra questioned the voice she didn’t do it consciously.<br><br>“You wish me to come with you, as your” what? Wife? Queen? Pet? “Sorceress has already informed me. Am I to assume that you have come to try and achieve what she could not? Which leads me to wonder whether I have a choice in this. Tell me, if I say no what would your next move be to persuade me. Perhaps then we will know my answer when I am aware of how little choice I have.”<br><br>Tiaslye turned around then, her eyes falling on the girl in an instant. Maybe she wasn’t as stupid as she had originally thought which took this to another level, she had assumed that she would have given the Prince the same answer that she had given Tia but instead she had seemingly pre-empted them entirely. What’s more was she had the audacity to call Amrek on it, her eyes narrowed slightly and she shot a triumphant thought to her Master.<br><br><em>I told you she was difficult.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium147</strong> on <strong>27-07-2012, 20:41:21</strong>
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				Amrek squinted his eyes and grinned a wolfish grin. She was impudent and challenging. This amused him for it was only Tia who openly defied him thusly. The Prince caught himself thinking about how he would deal with this when the time came. “Allow me to doubt that statement. After all, you’re not able to tell the taste of a cup of wine just by looking at it.” He picked up some of the dry dirt and let it slip through his fingers. “I will show you marble instead of dirt, silk instead of crude fabric and life instead of… whatever it is you have now.”<br><br>He stood up, straightened out his back and loosened his shoulders. It was an old habit of his, as if he was putting on the cloak of royalty. Amrek’s shadow was cast over the raven haired teenager. Tia’s jealousy seemed to burn hotter than the sun, as if they had lit a fire behind his back. His heart went out to her, but he could not let it show.<br><br>In spite of her isolation, this… whelp of a woman showed she possessed intellect. Good, he thought. “As you wish, Lissira. First I would plead you to come with me. You see, I need you, I need your gifts. Afterwards, I would promise to fund this monastery, become its patron. If this would not suffice I would plead again for you to come voluntarily.”<br><br>Amrek looked at Tia, though he didn’t really need to. He could taste her adversity and discontent. But she held her tongue, at least audibly. “Finally, if everything else fails I would be forced to take drastic measures… Let’s just say I need you, not the rest of your sisters of the faith.” His amusement was entirely gone now as he looked down at her, his mouth a stern line. In the distance they could hear Kuldrax’ roar. Lissira wouldn’t know that name, but she would recognise a dragon’s cry.<br><br>He was a clear as a mountain stream: either come with or I slaughter your loved ones. It wasn’t the best tricks of seduction, but she had forced him to lay out his cards on the table. Amrek wasn’t heartless and he didn’t consider himself unnecessarily cruel. To him it was choosing between the death of thousands or less than a hundred.<br><br>“The illusion of choice is something you will get to know,” he whispered mesmerising, “but if the illusion is strong enough, it becomes reality.” To him it made sense, though he didn’t really know if it did to the novice priestess. He heard Tia chuckle in the back of his head, calling him an amateur philosopher.<br><br>High above them they could hear Kuldrax sing his song again as he twirled around a lonely swiftly evaporating cloud.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 17:40:59</strong>
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				&nbsp;The brunette frowned for a moment, watching the Prince in her own unseeing way before she nodded her head shortly and dropped her face towards the floor. “Then I will come since I have little choice, naturally I would never willingly sanction the execution of everything I hold dear. But please do not have the pretence of doing be good will, I have no wish to know the life beyond these walls and I have no will other than the goddess that I serve. I come to do a greater will to Phaethenu, for my removal is no great loss when compared with the destruction of her temple.” The screeches of the dragon above her had emphasised his meaning well and she would not jeopardise her sisters. Besides had her fate not already been sealed.<br><br>“As for my choice, I have no time for illusion or clever words Your Majesty. I come under duress, but still I shall come and I will serve you as best I can or until you release me of my duty. Now with permission I would go and collect my things, I assume you will want to leave quickly?” Tia had now cleared the distance between herself and the other two, trailing her fingers down his bicep intimately she clucked her tongue.<br><br>“Run and pack your things” she instructed, knowing, feeling that Amrek was not impressed that she had stepped in and taken the choice away from him. But she wished to talk and she would rather do it without the blistering presence of the whelp of a girl. As the brunette rose and swept away, the heavy black fabric dragging along the dusty and broken flagstones en route to her room. The blonde turned to face her master, her expression pained.<br><br>“Do you truly mean to take her back to the city, to embarrass me by parading your new find in front of everybody? To show the kingdom that I’m what? Not good enough? Not enough for you.” Her eyes were wet with angry tears but she steeled her expression before they fell, they didn’t need to, he would feel her embarrassment and distraught rage bubbling within her like liquid fire threatening to spill over. This wasn’t discussing it, this wasn’t even looking into it, he had her acquiescence and it was suddenly very, very real. “Please Amrek” she swallowed thickly, pulling his hand and pressing it against her chest where her heart was thundering beneath her ribcage, “don’t do this.” So far she had kicked, screamed and hated this but she hadn’t begged before and this was the closest to it she had ever genuinely come.<br><br>It honestly felt like he was breaking her heart, white-hot betrayal because it was. She had loved him in so many ways but the baseline love was raw and it was genuine, as much as she hated him at times he quite literally was her entire life. Yes he had spoiled her with his attention, she knew well that his interest did not usually last and yet she had been his lover since she was old enough to become it. That attention she had sustained until now and though she knew she could not change his odd deviance the thought of having to share him with a girl that she had to see, that held her position and more importantly her public claim over the prince. <br><br>The absolute pain made her nauseous. <br><br>He might not admit it but everybody knew that Amrek was his, she might simply be his Draiguer but she held all the power of a crowned queen. Save for him nobody dared cross her, he expected absolute obedience but in his indulgence he had raised her higher than any of her forbearers and in doing so had given her much further to fall. Now he threatened to do the same to a stranger, to make a mockery of everything she was and held dear.<br><br>Asking her to share him, publically and intimately.<br><br>Yes, her heart was breaking but she couldn’t tell him any of this, she couldn’t find the words, he would easily be able to pull it from her head but she wondered for the first time whether he actually cared at all. If she had to beg she would, Tia would do anything to keep him from taking Lisirra with them.<br><br>Meanwhile in the depths of the monastery Lisirra was packing her few things, whilst explaining to the excited nuns what the Prince was doing here. Word had spread but it was also contaminated with fear over the presence of the enormous beast circling in the skies. Dragons brought fear, it was natural, but they were not stupid enough to doubt that this was the Prince’s dragon and that was even more frightening because the legends of his ruthless brutality had even reached the peaks of the mountains.<br><br>“Will you be back?”<br><br>“I don’t know.”<br><br>“What will he have you do?”<br><br>“I don’t know.”<br><br>“Will you be okay?”<br><br>“I do not know” Lisirra answered the questions with the same controlled patience she answered everything, they were scared and confused and she understood. She was scared too, the last thing she wanted to do was leave the castle. The brunette teenager had never left these walls, the world beyond was a terrifying prospect dangled in front of her face and all she wanted to do was hide beneath her blankets and stay with the people she loved. Her family. Instead she had to swallow these fears, she couldn’t risk the sisters putting up an argument to keep her here. She would not be able to leave them if they tried to detain her and she knew instinctively that Prince Amrek would destroy them all.<br><br>So Lisirra drew on all her untried strength and made her way from her room and to the doors of the monastery to wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium147</strong> on <strong>29-07-2012, 11:39:38</strong>
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				He watched her get up, his eyes lingering a moment on her taut breasts. The Prince caught himself comparing them to Tia’s. As such, he almost twitched at her touch like a boy caught doing something inappropriate. Instead, he grinned. However, that grin evaporated soon enough as Tiaslye turned toward her and pleaded not to go through with the plan. For a moment his eyes turned sad as he felt her disappointment, fear and pain. Amrek was growing increasingly certain of Tia’s love, why else would she act like this? She didn’t fear for her position is society. He felt her beating heart.<br><br>The brunette had left them in the quiet of the garden and he took Tia by hand to move toward the edge of the fountain. The duo sat down on the rocks. For a moment they sat there, sharing the silence between them. “It’s more complicated than that, you know it is.” He finally said, followed by a sigh. Inside however, his entire being wanted to scream out that she was. It tugged and tore at him, he wanted to let the world, and most importantly Tia, know, but he couldn’t. He shouldn’t and he wouldn’t.<br><br>Amrek ran a hand across the surface of the water which suddenly seemed to still. After he ran his hand over it again one could see a bedridden figure and old sick dragon. “My father is dying,” he stated with a grain of remorse. He didn’t like the man, he never had. Maedros had often beaten his son, though now they would both agree it had made him stronger. But for what? <br><br>He ran his hand over the crystal clear surface again and a land appeared, complete with forests, rivers, mountains and more. “In the East I have a presumed half-brother, courtesy of Maedros, who gathers men and horses to him. Additionally traitors flock to him like flies to manure.” Or so was the word in the capital, words Dohn the Fool picked up on.<br><br>He drew a finger over the water-sculpted images after which they vanished. “I need something to show that I can ascend and keep the throne...” Amrek let a finger trail along Tia’s cheek as his other hand rested on her upper leg. “Taking this girl, with such a strong and potent gift of precognition might very well give me the edge over my enemies. You know the court, Tia, not all enemies are as visible as others.” Even the dragon was wise to mind the snakes crawling around his feet. The only other alternative was something Tia had made abundantly clear she didn’t like from the start.<br><br>“I shall not bind her to me,” he said as he looked at her. “At least, not like you are bound to me. Not unless there is no other way.” His station did not permit him to say it out loud... But his eyes could speak where his mouth could not. He hoped she would read his compassion and love in it, the fact he respected her, craved her. <br><br>She was the thing most dear to him in this world, ever since that dreadful day years and years ago. Tiaslye probably didn’t know it, it was forbidden to speak of it all in front of the Prince, but Amrek had had another Draiguer before her. And he had made the same mistakes over and over again. His father had often laughed at him for having too big a heart, letting his sorcerer-slaves get too close to him made him weak. The dying King had an entire dead city to argue with him about Amrek’s so called weakness, in the afterlife.<br><br>Maedros had never loved, only desired.<br><br>“There is another way,” he suggested, his thumb running along Tia’s plump lips. “But we will speak of this later, now is not the time.” He stood up and straightened his shoulders again, as was his custom. His eyes were steeled now, and he had put the moment of tenderness behind him. He had a kingdom to claim and a girl to teach. Tia would understand, he thought. Amrek turned slightly again to the sitting blonde of his life. She looked devastated, he had not seen her this vulnerable since her training. He extended a hand to her; an offering.<br><br>“Let’s go home.”<br><br><br>-----------------------<br><br><div align="center">(http://s3-media3.ak.yelpcdn.com/bphoto/JzaMqt0FlSKCvwuWG6J3Jw/l.jpg)</div><br>Meanwhile, half a world away, the air was filled with screaming, neighing and dust. Tents extended to the horizon, row on row. In between them men, and women, went about their daily lives. It was a cloth city, with its own streets, bakers, baths, bars and brothels. A massive crimson tent as large as a palace was the centre of it all, it’s posts and poles decorated with a roaring dragon’s head.<br><br>Inside one was sheltered from the noise of the encampment, it was muffled by the fabric and the carpets covering the floor. The smell of incense and rosewater permeated the air, near the entrance stood four guards with bronze masks on. Slave soldiers from the east, completely brainwashed but deadly. Mindless obedience was something the man on the simple field chair desired most of all.<br><br>He was peculiar, or perhaps the word was more ‘unique’ instead of peculiar. His naked chest was broad and the girth of his arms could be likened to that of trees. The muscles rippled under his oiled skin, even his neck seemed extremely strong. It connected his broad shoulders to a head which was cast in shadow. Though it was clear he had no hair whatsoever on his body. However, that was not the most defining characteristic.<br><br>When the bull-sized man looked at you from the shadows, one could only shake from the emotion the two dark blood-red jewels conjured up in lesser men. They seemed to pulsate and glisten, even in broad daylight. For now, though, the eyes were shut. For the man was concentrating. Maintaining a connection over such a vast time and space was difficult and challenging, but he had been trained from a very young age. Honed by the eccentrics of the east.<br><br>“Rassor,” a voice called out from where the entrance was. It broke his concentration. Perhaps the claim his eyes were the most defining characteristic was wrong. Perhaps it was his proverbial, trademark calm. Nothing ever seemed to have broken Ras’ cool.<br><br>“Yes?” The voice was soft, usually everyone else in the room quieted down to hear him speak. It was a voice that commanded respect and... fear.<br><br>“We must speak,”<br><br>“Enter,” Ras’ replied, waving over an ebony skinned slave servant to pour a goblet. “Water for me,” he added as a man with a curved blade sat down in front of the pale, burly giant.<br><br>“You promised us gold,” the man started out, eyeing the one he had called Rassor suspiciously and with a hint of anger. “women, gold and plunder.”<br><br>“And you shall have your plunder, good Emir,” Ras said, seemingly hissing as he drank his water. “In due time. I keep my promises.” He threw away the goblet to a slave who limberly caught it. Ras placed his elbows on his knees and leaned in to look down at the Emir sitting on a single pillow. “We have went over this before, have we not? Or should I refer you to your predecessor?”<br>The Emir’s predecessor was, unfortunately, incapacitated. For his head was parted from his body. Rassor placed the heads of deserters and unobedients on spikes in front of the large pavilion. This man ruled with an iron fist covered in a silk glove.<br><br>“The men, they...”<br><br>“I am aware of what the men say. If there is lack of discipline, the fault lies with their commander.” Rassor interjected.<br><br>“I see... I am sorry to have wasted your time, Rassor Khan” The brown-skinned man said, he ran a hand through his oiled beard as he stood up and made a bow.<br><br>“So. Am. I. Goodbye, good Emir.”<br><br>Once the man with the curved blade had left, Ras closed his blood-red eyes once more and whispered some words. Words in the shadows.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.grete-david.co.uk/mediac/400_0/media/DIR_155469/Nomad~camp~Iran.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>30-07-2012, 16:49:49</strong>
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				The journey home was uneventful and swift; Tiaslye was almost pleased that they arrived back under the cover of darkness. Amrek swept off long ago to attend to business, Lisirra a silent and ever-present hot on the heels of the blondes footsteps as she swept through the castle. Doors were opened for her without her even looking up but she found the pleasure that she usually derived from her power in the castle nullified with every curious glance to the girl trailing behind her, face downcast. Tia paid no attention, a few times she snapped at the girl to keep up as she made her way upwards through the stone behemoth towards her rooms. Though not quite sure what Amrek intended to do with the girl it was obvious she needed to take her out of sight. At least for now, else every hot blooded male in the castle would be upon her until her claimant became clear. Tia smiled to herself; he had promised he would not claim her. At least not in the way he claimed her, Tia would still be his only and this girl would remain as a show of strength. If she was obedient, and if the girl knew what was best for her obedience would not be something she was lacking. The blonde would make certain of that.<br><br>Lisirra was terrified; she followed the unique sounds of the Draiguer’s footsteps as she moved rapidly but found herself at almost a run to keep up with the other woman’s strides. Tia was certainly not afraid of losing the teenager, but Lis was terribly frightened to lose her. The Prince had disappeared and so the brunette was clinging to the other woman as her only lifeline in an entirely new world. It was lucky she was blinded, for no doubt the sheer size of the place that she walked would send her heart racing. Almost stumbling up the stairs as a hand grabbed her arm Lisirra was panting before long. They were walking up a winding staircase that seemed to stretch forever and even the notion of that was dizzying without being able to see. The stone was freezing beneath her bare feet.<br><br>Finally the steps gave away and her legs were like jelly, she almost stumbled when she ran out of steps and for a horrible moment thought she might fall until she righted herself. A tutting sound to her left made her glance and she felt the blindfold snatched from her face, her eyes were totally unaccustomed to even the dim flicker of the flames lighting the small corridor No, not a corridor, the top of the stairs ended before an enormous vaulted door. Blinking rapidly she could barely keep her eyes open and Tia sighed.<br><br>“You’ll have no need for that stupid thing anymore. Why willingly make yourself less than capable.” There were no guards in Tia’s tower and the sorceress was not quite sure whether it was because they were unneeded or whether Amrek did not trust her with men around her. It wasn’t as if it were a problem, nobody would even look twice at her unless they had a death-wish. Which was the more likely reason she was alone, why place guards where nobody in their right mind would be brave enough to go.<br><br>Tiaslye was dangerous in her own right and she lacked the self-control of her master, her magic was not to be scoffed at in the slightest and she was more likely to flay people in a bad mood than anybody. It hadn’t always been so bad but the backlash of Amrek’s volatile temper had affected her already fiery moods ten-fold. The blonde was beautiful but she was spiteful, petulant and was usually above punishment. More than one person had run to their prince to bemoan their treatment at the hands of the Draiguer. Luckily unless it directly pushed his temper further the punishments he extracted upon her were delicious. Many times her screams had echoed through the castle marking his control, but they both knew it was more for recreation than punishment.<br><br>When he really wanted to punish her he knew of far more effective ways.<br><br>It was out of courtesy that she did not light the torches in the room straight away; instead the only light came from the moonlight which shone in through the gilded, intricately etched glass doors. Lisirra was still blinking rapidly, her eyes had not been used in nearly seventeen years and it was a shock. <br><br>“Stay” Tia’s firm voice rung out as she circled the brunette, with every moment she managed to hold her eyes open for a few more seconds so after a minute she regarded the blonde, holding her gaze for the first time. Tia shone even in the moonlight; the jewels on her person caught even the faintest light and glimmered. She had seen the girl in her dreams but she had never been this awestruck. Tia was equally awed and horrified for upon inspection the girl’s bright blue eyes were not only unused but they were impossible. Flecks of pigment in the almost too-luminous blue gave the illusion of stars.<br><br>The girl had stars in her eyes. Literally.<br><br>Suddenly there wasn’t a single part of her that didn’t wish she’d left the blindfold on, hoping against hope it was simply a freak accident and nothing to do with the precognition and visions that had been mentioned too her. Lisirra was staring right back into Tia’s eyes and the blonde didn’t like it, the eyes looked right through her, she shuddered and brushed the cloak from the other girls shoulders. <br><br>“You will need to change.”<br><br>Lisirra lowered her eyes then as Tia ran a finger down her sternum right the way between her visible breasts and to her navel. Letting it sit on the edge of the sheer fabric to where it cascaded down into beautiful velvets and satins she shook her head. “That cannot be comfortable. Plus you must be careful how you dress around court. You’re not locked away anymore.” Blue, starry eyes snapped up at that,<br><br>“I will not change who I am or what I believe, I have come, I have no shame in my body.”<br><br>“Fine” Tia snapped, eyes burning in reaction to the sudden influence, she was behind the other girl in a second and ripping through the buttons the dress pooled at the brunette’s feet as Tia dropped onto her bed stewing in her own fury. “Have it your way.” Lisirra swallowed thickly and looked down at the floor suddenly wishing upon wish that she had refused to come. Any fate had to be better than this humiliation, being treated like nothing by a woman she did not know in a castle in which she had no friends. By the time she found the courage to look for the other girl again Tia was brushing out her long blonde hair in front of the mirror. The silence stretched between them and eventually Tiaslye caved with a sigh, “you will freeze if you do not get into bed.”<br><br>“We are to share?” Horror renewed.<br><br>“I do not know, I have not asked. I imagine arrangements will be made when the Prince has time. If he has time. The bed is big enough, don’t look so horrified waif. I should be the one to fear. You don’t have lice do you?” She swivelled to look at the girl, her lip curled with the sudden notion.<br><br>“No I-“<br><br>“Good.”<br><br>“You sleep here?” Tia paused for a moment before placing the dragon-bone brush back down onto her vanity table along with her jewels. The intimation was clear and for a moment, a fleeting and soon to be repressed moment she felt a slight pity for the girl. If she assumed that Tia’s life was at all more than it actually was then the Draiguer was about to repress it. Strangely she was even a slight bit ashamed; the teen probably thought that Tia shared a room with Amrek. It would have been amusing if it wasn’t so poignantly unattainable. <br><br>“I stay here, until I am required not to. Non autre volonté que la sienne; no other Will but his. You will learn. Now sleep and pray that when the time comes for you to learn he is easy on you.”<br><br>“Was he easy on you?” There was a trepid curiosity in the voice as the lithe young girl climbed beneath the heavy furs and silks of the enormous bed. <br><br>“We are not the same.” Was the only answer she received and if the girl was hoping there would be more solace, or bonding then she was sorely disappointed. “Now hush. I am tired.”<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Tia's Bedroom</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.castle-forsale.com/images/master_bedroom/master_bedroom_2.jpg)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium147</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 13:39:34</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Amrek’s return to the capital was hailed with surprise and consternation. Only few were happy to see him. Though many accused the Prince of leaving his father like that was irresponsible and insulting, none dared say it openly, only behind his back. They feared him, but few loved him. There was a time when all that had been different, but Amrek had become a difficult person to get along with.<br><br>He had left Kuldrax back in the confines of the Dragon Pit, for once the beast seemed relatively calm after the recent exercise. Subsequently, he had bathed and enjoyed a late meal in his personal quarters, with Dohn staring at him the entire time. The groom that had brought him the platter said the old King was getting worse and that the physicians only gave him another week to live. Amrek knew it would be longer, if there was one thing he and his father shared it was their obstinate tenacity. The morbid Ferryman would have to fight if they wanted Maedros’ kingly soul.<br><br>Breakfast consisted of eggs, steamed fruit and salty pancakes with butter on them. Picking a tightly fitting dark blue tunic with tapered sleeves and sable trimming with a white collar for the day, he felt a weariness become him. It seemed to drape over him like a light blanket. Dohn wore a similar attire, but in his own distorted size.<br><br>“Your Grace,” a giggly high-pitched voice called for him as Amrek was making his way to the Council room in the North wing. “We had not expected you to be back so soon, nor in such delicious company? I can’t help but wonder, wherever you’ve found such a treat. Somewhere on top of some remote mountain no doubt.”<br><br>Turning round he discerned a corpulent figure dressed in something that could easily pass for a houppelande. A sudden onset of sweet fragrances attacked his nostrils as Henrik floated closer on a cloud of perfume and silk. The knowledge this fat toad was related to him filled Amrek with abhorrence. <em>Does he know?</em><br><br>Henrik -or Henri- might be fat, but he wasn’t stupid. The fat ones always knew, was an unwritten rule Amrek had picked up over the years. The pile of blubber was of a lesser branch of the Rarmon-line, their blood diluted, like wine that had been watered down too much. As such his magical properties were very limited; he looked like a conjurer on carnival compared to his Prince.<br><br>“Cousin,” Amrek replied as a manner of greeting. The term ‘cousin’ was something Henri wasn’t really entitled to, but the fact he owned extensive vineyards and commanded a great deal of personal wealth had prompted the Prince calling his distant relative thusly. Ironically, Henri was also the royal cupbearer. “I imagine you’ve had your fun.” While the cat is away...<br><br>Henri giggled. There were many rumours circulating concerning the cupbearer and Amrek had kept tabs on his dealings and whereabouts for over ten years. He knew all about his perverse nature and pretentious character. He also knew all about his... unorthodox sexual preferences. The latter wasn’t hard to discover given the fact Henri liked to surround himself with little boys. Though he never seemed to have the same boys with him...<br><br>“I always have fun, your Grace,” Henri answered, his tongue flashing over his thin lips like a effervescent pink animal. Henri padded Dohn on the head. The jester growled in return and bit at his hand. “Whether your light shines on us or not. However... there are others.”<br><br>Amrek decided to play dumb. “Others?” He even managed to bring up one eyebrow slightly and adjusted his strides to the smaller man.<br><br>Henri snapped his fingers and ran his arm through Amrek’s, locking elbows. It was a parody. The touch repulsed the Prince, but he had gone through far worse. Henrik the Bloated would get what was coming to him in due time. “Ah yes, my Prince... The Duke of Alan, Earl of Greytee and their supporters, these are powerful men and have made it blatantly obvious they have taken a dislike to your Grace.”<br><br>None of this was new to Amrek, Dohn had kept him in the loop about what happened at court. “I see. Do you have proof of these allegations And, dear Henri, why do you tell me this?” The two of them had had some fall-outs previously.<br><br>His escort looked up at him with his little beady eyes buried in that puffed up face of his and smiled like a little predator. A petty magician perhaps, but a dangerous player. “Unfortunately I don’t,” he seemed genuinely disappointed because of it. “I’m just looking out after my own interests. You might think I’m a vile, vile man. But I know what is at stake.” Henri squeezed the Prince’s arm lightly.<br><br>Of course I know what is at stake! You’ll support me because if these claims about my half-brother are true, and they seem to be, he’ll root out every last member of my line. Henri included. Amrek pursed his lips as they walked on, knee-high boots next to slippers. Clearly Henri was gauging Amrek’s... resolve? Would that be it? In any case, the man was looking to save his fat hide from skinning.<br><br>Two guards were standing to attention as Amrek arrived at the door giving access to the council room; a spacious and richly decorated room, looking out across the ocean. The armoured men bowed and opened up the ebony wooden door for the Prince, muttering “Your Grace.”<br><br>“I take my leave now, as I am not important enough a man to attend. I trust in your resilience, my Prince. Adieu.” A ruffling of silk and Henri had turned a corner, leaving Amrek to ponder things and discuss tedious matters of state with people he didn’t like. Amrek wanted to rule and lead, not count coppers and draft laws.<br><br>- - - - - - - - - -<br><br>Dohn frolicked through the hallways of the castle. For a while he had followed the mountain of jiggling flesh, poking at him with his toy sword. But then he had to dedicate his time to his duties. The kitchen maids knew him well enough, they often fed him pieces of chocolates or sweets because they either took pity on him or found him funny. If they’d know the true nature of Dohn’s mind and being, it was doubtful they’d keep doing it.<br><br>The fool collected a large silver tray, almost as big as his own body, but Dohn was as strong as grown man so he managed to pick it up. It was laden with pieces of fruit, a fresh pot of tea and sugar and honey to go with it, two plates of pancakes coated in molten butter and powdery sugar and some slices of bread with raisins in it.<br><br>In spite of taking one step back for every three steps he took forward, he arrived at Tialye’s door in time so the pancakes were still warm. Placing down the platter he turned round again and knocked at the door, standing on the tips of his toes.<br><br>Once opened he caprioled inside before remembering he was supposed to bring the breakfast inside. The jester dashed back out again and picked up the heavy silver tray. Twirling around with it, as if dancing with a lady. It seemed for a moment that the pot of tea would be flung across the room. But it didn’t. Dohn deposited the entire thing on the table and made a deep bow, his nose touching the floor of Tia’s room. “Master says: <em>good morning</em>.” The second part of the sentence was spoken in Amrek’s voice, something which had put off more than one person in the past.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 15:26:33</strong>
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				Lisirra had been dressing in the bathroom when the door had opened, skin fresh and sweet smelling from the amount of oils Tia had poured into the tub full of hot water, the brunette had never known anything quite so exquisite as the feeling of sinking into the enormous, frothy bath. In the monastery hot water had been a rarity and their bathing was usually done in cold to save time and resources. Tia had simply muttered a few words to the water and it began steaming, it was power that she had never seen before and as domesticated and tame as the blonde knew it to be to Liss it was <em>incredible</em>. The brunette’s hair was brushed straight and fell down to her bottom without the wimple over her head, it glistened quite unlike she had ever seen it do so before. This was a deliciously sinful place if the sheer amount of effort indulged upon bathing was any indication.<br><br>When she left the room, drawn out by the opening of the door she had expected to see the blonde but was surprised when she did not. Today she wore white, it was not her own outfit but the blonde had lain it out for her and she wondered if this was yet another measure of control. For all the other woman’s cold words and hard stares she had been nothing but considerate. It didn’t cross Liss’ mind that the consideration may well have been born from her master than any actual genteelness towards the newcomer. <br><br>As she swept bare-foot across the stone flags of the floor towards the small man her white skirts fluttered against the still damp skin of her legs in the light morning breeze that swept in through the open balcony doors. Her entire torso was exposed, fleshy and almost impossibly white, the flawless expanse marred only by a triangle of small freckles sitting above her right hip-bone. Over her breasts and shoulders she wore a white sheer top, that drew in just below her breasts but hid nothing behind the translucent, shimmering fabric; the fabric came all the way down to her wrists encasing her arms fully. The skirt was not at all translucent however, the thick cotton was the softest she had ever felt and it was tied across the flare of her hips with a cord of silver fabric. <br><br>“Good morning” she replied, her eyes taking in the small unfortunate creature for a moment as he hovered in front of the food. It was a nice surprise to have somebody that neither looked malicious nor intimidating arrive, “master? <em>Oh </em>you mean the Prince. Well that’s very kind of him.” Her tone was light, friendly, the night of rest had not done a lot to assuage her fears but here in this tower she was at least coming to terms with her surroundings. Perhaps it would not be so bad if she could remain in here with nothing but the sharpness of the other woman’s tongue to insight fear. “I <em>am </em>starving” she confessed “but I don’t think I could possibly eat all of this myself and Tia left before the sun rose. Will you be eating?” If anybody else was put off by Dohn’s appearance, Liss was not at all. <br><br>For a girl whom sight was still an alien thing she had no experience in prejudicing people based on their appearance, all that she knew was that the small man appeared clumsy, delightfully forgetful and not at all threatening. Except in her friendliness she had forgotten Tia’s insistence for her to cover her absence. Nobody was supposed to know that the blonde wasn’t here, but then she imagined that it was the Prince who was not supposed to know. What harm for this small little man to know that the Draiguer was off seeing to her own devices?<br><br>“Oh how rude of me” she smiled sweetly, holding out her hand by way of introduction, “I’m Lisirra.”<br><br><hr><br>“You <em>always </em>tell me” a voice echoed down the enormous, echoing corridors, “I’m one of you, you raised me. You can’t just cut me off now, I <em><strong>order</strong></em> you to tell me.&nbsp; <br><br>“We cannot tell you Tiaslye, because we cannot see.”<br><br>“You see everything, don’t lie to me, you think I cannot tell that you are keeping something to yourselves” the blonde was desperate now, her anger masking her betrayal of the fact the women that raised her would not speak to her honestly. She continued to grow further from them with every passing year. “I’ve heard the whispers, about his supposed brother, I just want to know what to tell <em>him </em>when he asks.”<br><br>“And yet <em>he </em>doesn’t know you’re here.”<br><br>“<em>No</em>.”<br><br>“You sneak away whilst the castle is still sleeping, <em>if </em>this was for your master then you would not engage in such subterfuge in rousing us from our beds.”<br><br>“<em>Fine</em>. I am here for my own means, I need to know what is coming. I need to know why none of you will keep my gaze. Please. <em>Mother</em>.” The term was only engaged when the blonde was feeling particularly manipulative; the old Seer in front of her had indeed been the only mother figure she’d ever known. The woman had raised her, groomed her powers, moulded her on behalf of Amrek and through that teaching it would have been impossible for no affection to develop. At least on the woman’s part, Tia had none for the woman or for this place beyond what they could do for her. In her heart the blonde was every bit as cold and detached from them as her master had likely intended. <br><br>After all, they had not headed her pleas when she was dragged off the the Vault.<br><br>Still, she was one of them, she had been raised within these old walls towering above Eleran, the entire city at their feet and the castle looming on the horizon glorious and grand. <br><br>“Get off your knees child and follow me.” The older woman, Nessa, led the blonde into the audience chamber. There was nothing normal about these rooms, the walls and floors were uneven and it was entirely disorientating if you were not used to it. Instead of chairs they had cushions on the floor, large ornate dome’s hanging from the ceiling, suspected as seats, tables which hovered above pools of swimming fish and barred holes in the floor which showed beneath to the ground far, far beneath them. Enchanted so that you could not fall through but strange all the same. Physics seemed to have no place here. The audience chamber seemed to stretch upwards as far as you could see, a circular staircase encircling the room all the way up into the shadows, like a lighthouse of old expect instead of light at the top there was darkness. Impossible darkness. <em>Unnatural darkness</em>. Tia shook it off and brought her gaze back to Nessa who was now reclined against some cushions and watching her.<br><br>The Draiguer looked more alien every time she returned, less their creature and more his. Today she wore a leather corset of red and black which buckled up the front, a black velvet dragon stitched onto the left breast, both of which were pressed up deliciously accentuating the balcony of her ample cleavage. Around her waist there was a heavy black sash, a strip of thick black satin fell to the front, and to the back. The gaps at the side giving ample glimpses of her long supple legs and the hints of the near perfect globes of her bottom, even the bottom half of the leather tunic which kept her modesty. Naturally her ceremonial shackles were all perfectly in place, they always were. Today her hair fell in golden ringlets around her shoulders, the hue of her hair looking golden and pale even in the dark room.<br><br>“We cannot tell you Tia, because we cannot see you. Your future beyond the immediate becomes shaded, obscured by another entirely. It has never happened before, we do not know what to make of it.”<br><br>“Obscured” Tia repeated, dropping into one of the suspended chairs and feeling it rock beneath her weight, the notion was sickening. Tia didn’t even need to ask who she was obscured by, though she had not thought it possible for another to cloak one’s identity completely. “I am in danger?”<br><br>“No. You are most definitely in the future, we have tried many a time, you know you are very close to our hearts, but you are simply cloaked by something greater. <em>Much </em>greater. None of our visions can see beyond the shadow.”<br><br>Was the brunette really hiding that much power? Tia closed her eyes and leaned back into the chair, crossing her legs in front of her. It was one thing to suspect that she was going to be usurped in Amrek’s immediate attention by the pretty newcomer, it was quite another to hear that said usurpation was going to result in the entire obliteration of her identity. <br><br>"I should go" she announced after a long period of reflection, the sun had risen a while ago and she had not intended for her excursion to be discovered. It wouldn't do well for Amrek to wonder where she had been. "I would thank you but you have been of no use."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">A sort of idea on the outfits...</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.babetales.com/galleries/baremaidens/elsy_see-through-dress/see-through-dress-03.jpg)<br><br>(https://d1ij7zv8zivhs3.cloudfront.net/assets/269873/lightbox/51c092552f27b352f563ae36a1870c8d.jpg?1276940393)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium147</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 14:21:13</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Dohn</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://cinemaforever.com/films/img/Hunchback_Notre_Dame_3.jpg)</div></div></div><br><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Dohn looked at her with trite, bland eyes. Without Amrek to pour his feelings into the vessel that was the jester, Dohn’s face looked as blank as a slate. However, this time there was a strange look to him, as if he was looking at Lisirra from through a distant tunnel. The moment passed quickly though as Dohn adopted a position and exterior of that of an incredulous man. He didn’t understand.<br><br>The fool shook his head, “Where is the other one?” he asked. He had brought a breakfast for two only to find just one of them attending. However, as he looked at the hand the brunette extended, he bend the knee and took the delicate hand in his own stumpy big ones to place a thick sloppy kiss on it. “Dohn.”<br><br>He did a backwards summersault and landed on his feet again, wobbling a bit though. Dohn wasn’t the youngest of fools anymore. Nobody really knew how old he was, but most estimated he was well beyond fifty. Very old for a mismatched hunchbacked dwarf like he.<br><br>- - - - - - - - - -<br><br>Meanwhile Amrek was locked in a fiery discussion with the Lord Exchequer. There was no more money. Tensions were rising quickly in the Privy Council room and some of the member present were nervously grinding their hats in their hands.<br><br>“What do you mean no more money?” The Prince gritted through his teeth.<br><br>The Lord Exchequer shook his head; he had a goatee. “No, your Grace. The Eastern Baronies have refused to pay their tithes, and this has given a precedence to other regions to withhold their payments to the throne.”<br><br>Amrek squinted his eyes at him, gnawing his bottom lip. He remembered this man had grown up at the eastern border, there were all problems seemed to be coming from these days. “Then send our army, make them pay their dues.”<br><br>General Xantos, the old Ironside as he was oft called, placed his hand on the table to request parole. Amrek nodded in his direction. In his father’s stead, he had assumed the function as assembly chairman. “I’m afraid the troops will refuse to do so. They demand being paid. I can order some units to go, but those who are willing on courage and faith alone are few... The royal guard, city watch and maybe a legion or two... Soldiers do not march on empty stomachs.”<br><br>Amrek knew it was true. It irked him. He couldn’t even blame the troops and would commend the general for the courage to stand up for the demands of the army. But at the end of the day, this put him in an even more fragile position. Amrek needed the army. Especially with the storm coming. <br><br>“Your Grace, if we pay the troops it will use our last reserves. May I remind you we still owe the banks and several nobles a tremendous amount of coin? They all demand their refund, spearheaded by Duke Alan...”<br><br>Something about the way the Lord Exchequer’s mouth twitched when he talked bothered Amrek. The man obviously had secrets, everyone at court had those. With the exception of that weird female creature in Tia’s room. Dohn might very well be the key to her trust, he thought. The Prince would explore and elaborate on that option later when he had more time.<br>“The army refuses to move till they get paid, in spite of it being their duty.” Amrek started to conclude, “while we don’t have the money to pay them. That money is sitting in the keeps of our eastern barons who have forsaken their oaths of fealty.” He hit the table with his fist, knocking over an inkwell. The ink spilled over a map of the kingdom, oddly enough it seemed to radiate outward from the east. Thick get tendrils reaching and groping, like an ominous prophesy.<br>“Meanwhile I have a would-be usurper encroaching on my doorstep.” Undoubtedly The Duke of Alan would have joined him by now. The Prince’s mouth was distorted in a sneer. “What other options do we have?”<br><br>“We can always lend more?”<br><br>“No more lending. The pile of debts is too high as it is.”<br><br>“Then... your Grace, I’m afraid we’ll have to find another means of getting money. Raise taxes? Confiscation of goods?”<br><br>“Selling of property?” The seneschal proposed.<br><br>Other proposals were heard and shared, followed by some idle bickering. Amrek listened, but nothing of what he heard seemed to strike him as an agreeable alternative. This was his father’s council, not his. He made a mental note to find someone to check up on the Lord Exchequer and the books. Amrek wasn’t a person who enjoyed counting coppers, but that’s why there were diligent clerks.<br><br>“Thank you, my lords. I will take everything into account. For now, this meeting is adjourned. I will see you gentlemen tomorrow.” He waved as to urge everyone to leave the room. “General, stay.”<br><br>The man was little wrinkled, but every hair on his head was the colour of spun silver. A big moustache, under a powerful nose adorned his face. Ironside bowed his head slightly and remained behind, exchanging a look with the Lord Exchequer. Amrek was a good judge of character and people, there was no amity in that look the General treated Goatee to.<br><br>“Your Grace.”<br><br>“It gives me joy to still see you in good health, old friend.” Xantos had been captain of the royal guard for years and had taught the Prince to use a sword, starting to showing him what end to hold. His lessons had been hard but endearing. “How many loyal men can you muster who would be willing to fight if it came down to it?”<br><br>The Ironside frowned his silver brows and made a mental head-count. “Just over seven thousand, your Grace. Only a few of us remain who served under you all those years ago. The others... either dead or retired.” While Xantos had aged, his brown hair turning to grey and later silver, Amrek had just grown up and maintained the looks of a man in his thirties. The blood of Rarmon the Dragon blessed the scions of the pure line with long lives and youth, while lesser men aged and withered.<br><br>In the end, it mattered not. Amrek was not immortal, nor was his father. Old age and illness had finally gotten to him.<br><br>“Too few.” The Prince replied.<br><br>Old Xantos nodded. “Too few,” he affirmed.<br><br>A short talk of minor pleasantries, including the subject of Xantos’ daughter, Xantia, later saw the Prince making his way back to Tiaslye’s room. He was tired and irritated. Standing in front of the staircase leading up to the Draiguer’s chambers he ceased. Amrek knew Dohn was up there and he had already seen enough of the past in the old grey eyes of the Ironside for today.<br><br>He would meet them in the baths under the keep instead.<br><br>The thermal baths were a collection of heated pools, alcoves, steam chambers and saunas. Centuries ago the caves had been hewn out as there were natural hot springs warming the innards of the royal palace. The springs and streams were turned into a refuge for weary souls and bodies. They used to be private but had been opened to the rest of the court later. However, the monarch still enjoyed all privileges here; perhaps even more so than in the rest of the realm. It was were many members of the court came to seek refuge and relaxation, however a quick entry of a herald announcing the Prince would come to enjoy peace and respite emptied the columned hall.<br><br>Amrek felt quiet and peace of mind overcome him as he entered the hot area. Some steam curled up from the water surface, lapping at the temperate air. Tia would know her and Lis’s presence was required through the magical bond that connected them.<br><br>Oils were often poured into some of the water basins to enrich the fluids with healing properties. It was in such a basin that Amrek started his cure, followed by a soaking in icy water. He wanted to be re-invigorated, refreshed. He wanted to forget about the worries of the Realm for a few stolen hours, in spite of his better judgement.<br></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Baths...mmm</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://www.myenglandtravel.com/images/bath/RomanBath.jpg)(http://www.old-picture.com/europe/pictures/Circular-Abbey.jpg)(http://www.ayushveda.com/womens-magazine/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/steambath.jpg)(http://nola7.com/dl7/1.CORPORATE_SEKTOR/5.Obekti_Nola_Corporate/Bulgaria/Borovetc%20Hills/BOROVEC%20HILLS_steam%20bath.jpg)</div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 12:16:58</strong>
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				Tia felt the call of her master before she had set foot back on castle grounds, perhaps she should have been worried immediately but she was not at all for she felt no anger in the summons and Amrek was not in a habit of mollifying her fears through pretence. She would come whether he was angry or not, that was her tether, she had no choice. As she swept up her stairs she pushed the call to the back of her mind for now, it was not immediate and she had to collect the girl first anyway. Naturally it would be her job to relay messages, but it was a small price to pay for him withholding the binding. There was no subtlety in the way that she opened the large doors, Tia had never mastered the art and when she saw the girl giggling and smiling at the loathsome thrall the blonde’s eyes widened in horror.<br><br>“Get out” she snapped to the thrall, ignoring the tray on the floor “go back to your shadows and out of my rooms.” He scampered away and the full brunt of her fear and anger fixed on Lisirra. But she did not speak until she slammed the doors behind the thrall. “You were supposed to stay silent” she snapped finally, taking in the sight of the brunette as she did so. <br><br>“I did not tell him where you went” Liss bit back, however quietly there was annoyance there, “what harm of it, he was just fetching breakfast.”<br><br>Tiaslye laughed, it was a cold and dry sound.<br><br>“No harm at all in the thing” she explained, stepping behind the other girl and trailing her hands along her shoulders, “but like all else in this place he is not all he seems. Did you explain my absence?”<br><br>“No. And Dohn didn’t even ask.” That was a lie but she could sense that the blonde’s temper was not to be taken lightly this morning. Liss herself didn’t know where she had gone but clearly wherever it had been the trip had not been a successful one. <br><br>“That” Tia paused but then shook of the sentence as if it did not matter in the slightest. “You need to be more careful. The very walls have eyes here and those eyes reside in Dohn” his name was a hiss; Tia really had no problems with the thrall. No more than she had with any other servants, but she knew that Amrek could infect his head with much more clarity than he could infect hers and that was terrifying. At least she had not been silly enough to tell Liss where she was going, this way she could pass it off as a minor excursion if the Prince even thought to wonder.<br><br>It was doubtful. <br><br>She had after all timed her escape to coincide with a state meeting, knowing full well he would be too preoccupied. Tia had her own spies in the castle, enough to know that the funds were dry and the Kingdom struggling. It would do no good for her to not know things like this, especially when there were so many men at court that would use her as a tool to judge the Prince’s mood. If anybody knew him they knew well enough that it was impossible, but for a price Tia had before been persuaded to appeal particular wishes, Amrek was never really susceptible to hearing things he did not wish to hear, but occasionally when he was in a content enough mood he would hear her opinion. <br><br>After all, behind those green eyes lay the mind of a sorceress every bit as cunning and ruthless as the man that had broken her in. Luckily politics bored her; otherwise there would be no end to her master’s headaches.<br><br>“We must go anyway, have you eaten?” Lisirra nodded gently and Tia swept from the room, Liss wondered absently if the other woman did everything so dramatically. If what she had learnt of this lifestyle so far was anything to judge it on then it was more than likely. When they moved through the castle Lisirra held her head downwards, but it was startling, there were many people and so much to see. Her senses were not yet entirely used to the gift of sight and as her unusual eyes swept nervous around she had to run to keep up with the older woman on occasion.<br><br>Everybody was staring at her.<br><br>“You’re a new toy” Tia explained swiftly as if reading her mind “you’ll become ignored enough soon.” Though deep down the Draiguer had her doubts as the words of the seers echoed through her mind. <br><br>“Where are we going?”<br><br>“To the baths.”<br><br>They didn’t speak anymore as Tia guided them down to the cavernous, wet expanses beneath the castle proper. They were guarded well but there wasn’t a guard around that would prevent the appearance of Tia unless Amrek had expressly permitted it. He had only done that once, he much preferred to dismiss her himself. Where was the fun if he couldn’t see the hurt indignation in her eyes?<br><br>They found him bathing and Lisirra dropped into a deep bow, glancing warily around as Tia perched on the edge of a pool and dipped her legs into the cool water. The brunette found herself envying how easily Tia seemed to belong everywhere she stood, it was likely to do with confidence more than anything but Lisirra had spent her life searching for the poised grace that the blonde possessed intuitively. The brunette remained very decidedly away from any of the water surrounding her, avoiding even the puddles.<br><br>“I do not think you will melt” Tia smirked, of course she would hone immediately in on the trepidation. “It’s only water.”<br><br>Lisirra however didn’t reply, water was one of her more irrational fears, normally she only dreamt it as she could not see it’s insidious reflections. Without sight the only time she had ever removed her blindfold was to bathe and wash her face, and every time she had glanced into the water and caught her rippling reflection there she had been met with the most obscene and horrifying red eyes watching her.<br><br>They turned her stomach and now she found that even the thought of glancing into the water made her blood run cold.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium147</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 22:18:43</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Amrek had been thoroughly soaped up and soaked by the time the two women got there. He had half a mind to reprimand them for their tardiness, as Dohn had left their quarters a long enough time to go. He didn’t like not having eyes on Tiaslye, and increasingly on Lissira. They were his.<br><br>The girl had displayed peculiar behaviour with the dwarf, and the Prince was still trying to place it all in the grander image he was forming of the newest addition. Was he building a harem like the courts in the east? Surely not. Tia was enough, he thought. Though a tiny voice in the back of his head added ‘for now’. That surprised him.<br><br>He was sitting in a half round heated tub, inlaid with tiles. His big arms were draped along the edges of the small steaming pool. Amrek’s hair was combed to the back, the strands gleaming as if they were oiled up. They probably were, because of the oils many of the baths contained. The water felt blissful and most of the words and frustrations of the most recent council meeting seemed to wash off of him. Amrek sighed.<br><br>The two women entered the baths; Tia graceful and commanding as ever, cocky even and Lis some steps behind her. The brunette was eyeing everything with admiration and wariness, causing Amrek to grin. His draiguer dropped into the pool with carefully calculated, sensual movements, the water seeming to want to drape itself around her delectable frame. Amrek watched with great approval. <br><br>Lisirra seemed to be extremely apprehensive, but he attributed that to her being in an entirely new surrounding and the fact she had just regained sight. Musn’t forget she had been practically blind until now.<br><br>He motioned for Tia to come to him, flatter her soft body against his; he longed to feel her, touch her. The Prince was in one of his calmer moods, when his proverbial obstinacy slowly ebbed away till only a mild stubborn-streak remained. “How are my busy little bees doing?”<br><br>The Prince was still a man, so that meant, in spite of his wishes, he wasn’t omniscient. Though he had his suspicions and quirks. Amrek liked to play with people, and he liked to play with Tia more than anyone else. Long before her he had learned how to say things a certain way so that they could mean a whole number of things; various possible interpretations.<br><br>Once Tia was next to him he wrapped an arm around her and whispered in her ear. “Wherever did you go?” He grinned though, so it would not be alarming at the least. “What mischief have you caused now,” he added before playfully pinching her.<br><br>After having heard her explanation he turned to the brunette, meanwhile caressing Tia’s torso and hair. As ever, her scent soothed him. “And you. I want to know about your gift. When did it manifest? How does it work? When does it work? How good is your control?” He paused for a moment cherishing Tia’s face next to him and giving her a full kiss on her lips. “Tell. Me. Everything. Little bird.”<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 10:20:26</strong>
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				Tia was wearing very little now, the dress had been shed before entering the heady, damp bath rooms and so whereas she was still showing less than Tia, she was also wearing little more than the short, silken petticoat that she wore beneath her corset and dress. It left little to the imagination, luckily she wasn’t particularly phased by this when they were alone and as soon as Amrek’s fingertips touched her skin even the last vestige of shyness around the new girl subsided.<br><br>His comment about her being busy made her heart stop, but only for a moment because it was obvious in both his presence and in the way he felt that he was not angry. So being exceptionally careful to keep every hint of worry from her features, she let him insinuate and ply at the intimation that he knew more than he should. If he really did know, then she would already be facing his displeasure and so as it stood her reaction would probably be important.<br><br>“Entertaining myself through the agony of your absence” Tia answered gently, eyes holding his for a moment playfully as his hands toyed with her. Lisirra watched somewhat dubiously, trying desperately not to watch the couple in the water lest she blush. But when the Prince address her, her eyes snapped up in time to watch him kiss the blonde full on the lips.<br><br>In turn the lithe young woman slid across his lap, the water disguising everything, thankfully, from mid-way down their bodies. The brunette watched him with starry eyes, entirely unsure how she could explain her talents when she herself wasn’t sure of them. If she had suspected before that they were the reason he had sought her out then this had confirmed it. <br><br>“I cannot control it much” she confessed, shifting her gaze as Tia began placing eager kisses along Amrek’s neck, downwards and over the curve of his shoulder. “I see things when I sleep, I get told things. Delivery and accuracy change but the interpretation is where I struggle. I often don’t understand until afterwards, not properly.” Glancing dubiously down into the water with the sole purpose of not watching the flash of teeth as Tia grazed them against sinew and flesh, she saw the same, glowing scarlet orbs that she always did.<br><br>Hypnotised for a moment she shook off the gaze and stepped back from the water.<br><br>In the water however, Tia was doing everything in her power to distract him from the brunette’s words and curves. Her hot eager mouth worked his neck, jaw, lips, but it was beneath the water were her hands were teasing the insides of his thighs and her hips rocking against his stomach, ass grinding against his crotch that most of her focus was pooled. Amrek would know she wanted him, she always wanted him, but she wondered whether he would pick out the strength that Lisirra’s presence stoked within her. A part of her wanted to claim him, to show the other what she might well covet soon but would never possess.<br><br>The prince was hers, no matter how many others touched him, not matter how free he sought to make himself appear, he would always be hers.<br><br>“You see faces” Tia spoke against Amrek’s lips now, before her teeth pinched his bottom lip, tongue teasing the trapped flesh before letting go “you recognised me when you saw me. Easily. How is that understanding.”<br><br>“I see faces. I talk to people. I have talked with you in my dreams; or rather you have talked with me.” For some reason there was a large part of her mind urging her not to mention that the dead talked with her, somehow, perhaps survival instinct, she knew intuitively that mentioning that somebody spoke with her inside her head would be a bad idea. Potentially a fatal one.<br><br>Tia was not focused on her reply however, she had fixed Amrek with a rather wolfish expression and sliding off his lap, kissing down his chest wantonly, she smirked just before she hit the water line. Taking a deep breath her blonde head disappeared and her mouth and tongue teased at his length beneath the surface and out of sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium147</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 17:25:11</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Amrek bit his lower lip as Tia broke off from kissing, his hair stood on end when she dragged her teeth across his bronze skin. Even though the draiguer’s words were directed at the brunette, it was her Prince she spoke to. He found it intriguing that Tiaslye was capable to do such a thing.<br><br>He felt she was threatened, jealous and bound to show Lisirra that she owned the Prince. To her it was a way to prove herself. To him it was a perverse parody on their true relationship as it was Amrek who owned her; completely utterly. There was the soulbond to prove it, but it was more than that. However, he enjoyed this frustrated side of Tia extremely, as one of the core foundations on which their relationship was built was frustration. Love and hate were meant to flow into one another until one could no longer discern one from the other.<br><br>He could feel her body moving on him, grinding her abdomen on his. For a moment his eyed fluttered before he brought himself back. He had questions to ask the girl, and explanations to hear from her.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>As distracted as he might have been, Amrek still noticed Lis’s strange response to the water, as if she were afraid to drown in it. Tia was doing her best to keep his mind occupied with truly important things right now: her. Nevertheless he listened to the youth’s explanation and heard there was more to it than she was telling them. Either she didn’t know how to put it under words, which was often the case when magic was involved, or she didn’t want to for whatever reason. Assessing the new supposedly boon to his cause, he attributed it to fear and wariness.<br><br>She saw faces and talked to people? Was that it? He had been told this girl possessed the gift of foresight, that she could prophesise and peer into the future. Amrek had expected to have given a crystal ball he could use to kill this pretender and take control of the crumbling Kingdom. The Seers had again only told him what they had wanted to tell him.<br>Instead of a crystal ball, he had gotten a rock he was to mould for himself, by himself. And though this meant pleasures to be had, he was still irked by the fact he had to pour in time and resources. Was he the only one who saw what was at stake?!<br><br>Fortunately for his temper, Tia’s lips were wandering across his body, nipping at his flesh, kissing and nibbling their way down as her hand had slipped between his legs to further arouse his manhood. She played his body like an instrument, like he had taught her.<br><br>Before he knew it she had given him a voracious wicked grin and dipped her head under the water level, her blonde hair pooling at the surface for a moment. Then he felt her lips around his cock and he couldn’t help but lean his head back against the heated stone, sighing of pure relief and pleasure.<br><br>“You see faces,” he repeated the words to buy himself some time while Tia pleasured his throbbing rod, her tongue running along his shaft sent shivers up his spine. His voice sounded entirely relaxed for some reason. “You... talk to people,” the Prince finished and brought his head back up so he could eye the brunette, a grin on his face.<br><br>“So, basically... you’re telling me that you dream?” He had to gasp for a little air as Tia went about her business under water. He could see that Lis was highly uncomfortable, getting flustered and blushing. This only aggravated Amrek’s lust though, it was... hot the youth was thrown off by their rampant display of affection and lust. It was a means to get passed her defences and he pondered how the brunette would do at giving head.<br><br>Amrek chastised himself mentally for thinking that, it wasn’t fair to Tiaslye, but then again; he was Prince and heir-apparent. He could do as he liked. However, over the years she had been his draiguer, he had stayed loyal to her in his own fashion. “Are there triggers?”<br><br>It would have been so much easier if he just invaded her mind with his, but that would mean he would have to bond with her as well. And he had given Tia his promise. If he got inside Lisirra’s head, he could just see what she saw, and perhaps channel the gift. Another shiver ran through him and he began to wonder how long she could keep sucking him like that, without coming up for air. Not that he minded...<br><br>In the past she had often pleasured him orally for hours, happily zoning out doing it.<br><br>Again his mind was digressing, in spite of his wish to keep focussed. Tia knew this, she knew him better than anyone else in fact. She knew how to get under his skin, how to please and spite him. How to suck his cock. Amrek growled under his breath.<br><br>Nobody could focus like this.<br><br>Once he would have heard the girls response to his latest, distracted, questions he would dismiss her. He had to take Tia first now. Her incessant teasing had seen to that. O how he loved her stubbornness.<br><br>“Enjoy the baths... I will...” breathing was getting difficult as Tia’s divine tongue persisted in running along his shaft, her lips around the base of his cock, the head pressing at the back of her throat. “call... for you when we are done.” Amrek's eyes were closed in pure enjoyment as he gestured Lis to go wherever she wanted for the time being, as long as she stayed in the baths. He was practically purring.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 10:01:31</strong>
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				It was blatantly obvious that the brunette was struggling, she didn’t know where to look, for a moment she had wondered what Tia was doing under the water but her blush had increased substantially when it clicked that she wasn’t <em>just </em>playing some obscure game. For a long moment her eyes were transfixed on the Prince’s lap, hidden by water and swirling golden locks, between the subtle shifts in his hips and clenching of his abdominal muscles she was amazed at how similar the reactions to pleasure were to ones of pain. This was a private moment between the two and she felt like she was trespassing, except she <em>wasn’t</em>, Tiaslye had orchestrated this entire little scene to prove something; Lisirra just wasn’t sure exactly what. <br><br>The brunette had no designs on the Prince, in fact the only thing she felt in his presence was nervousness and pressure. Granted he had been nice to her on the occasion that they had talked, but there was a vast difference between the Amrek that came with Tia and the Amrek that came without. The blonde intimidated her most of all, so surely it was natural that she would rather speak to the man alone? She shook it off, no, it was <em>entirely </em>normal, it was impossible to talk to somebody when his breathing kept spiking and his eyes kept going unfocused. <br><br>Liss was a curious thing by nature, she couldn’t help wonder what skills Tia possessed to override his majesty like this. But she found herself trying anyway, much to her own horror, she found herself picturing that arrogant, sharp tongue playing along the Prince’ phallus, long fingers dancing along his balls, the plump lips with the perfect cupid’s bow; as always commanding every bit of attention be it with words or <em>other </em>skills. Starry eyes pulled away from the rippling water as soon as she realised how perversely inappropriate the thoughts were. Sex was a mystery to her, she had heard the whispered, graphic stories of some of the other girls at the monastery but no particular heed had been played. Suddenly there was a display going on with her in the very room and though she knew she absolutely shouldn’t, a part of her wondered if the blonde was going to slide herself onto the Prince with Liss standing right there.<br><br>Amrek spoke and she forced her eyes back down from the ceiling, momentarily, she shifted her weight between her feet too. <br><br>“Not so much triggers, I can focus on people and <em>what </em>I want to see. But the harder I focus the more distorted the visions get. The most clarity comes from the dreams that I do not try for. It doesn’t mean that the ones I attempt to see aren’t accurate; they’re just plagued with opinion and emotions which distort everything and take time to pick out.” She wasn’t quite sure what else to add, she had answered his question simply and to the best of her ability but still there was something closing her off. The teenager would <em>never </em>lie, it wasn’t in her nature, but it was hard to ignore almost an inbuilt survival technique so she was relieved when she could answer the question simply.<br><br>When he dismissed her, she didn’t hesitate to flee from the room, the white of her skirts brushing along the damp tiles as she left the couple to whatever it was they were going to do. <em>As if she didn’t know. </em>Rounding a corner, there was water everywhere, no escape, and the humidity was bringing her skin out in a fine, glistening perspiration that was making the material of her top stick to her skin exposing even more of her breasts. It was hot but her nipples were still standing out like bullets and she sunk against a wall and buried her face against her knees in utter shame and embarrassment. This lifestyle was going to break her, she absolutely knew it, never in her life had she felt the burning need of arousal and now it was unwelcome and dismaying, perverted more so by the fact that it was not even her arousal but stolen from another couple. <br><br>Long ago she had foregone this kind of life, <em>temptation</em>, she had never known anything but the confines of a simple, temptation free life, and now she had been thrust into probably one of the most complicated and seductive environments on the planet. <br><br>Liss wanted to go home.<br><br><hr><br>The trick to underwater blowjobs, the knack to <em>really </em>getting it right, was remembering not to gag, no matter how much you might enjoy it. That would just end the whole experience with spluttering and sudden and probably <em>complete </em>mood kill. Which was why her hands remained on Amrek’s hips, holding them firmly as she bobbed her mouth up and down on his length. The water helped lubrication wonderfully, and whilst she was concentrating on not breathing, so the head of his cock was repeatedly hitting the back of her throat. Tia continued until her lungs were burning, alternating between speed, suction and technique to make damn sure she didn’t accidently push him over the edge.<br><br>In her experience the blonde could keep him on the brink, hard and stimulated for a long, long time. It was a farce of power but it was still one of the only she possessed over him. He would cum when <em>she </em>said so, as long as he didn’t decide to take matters into his own hands, in which case the illusion was shattered albeit deliciously so. <br><br>By the time she genuinely needed to breathe again she broke away from his cock, her hand clasped around the shaft almost within the same breath, squeezing just <em>so </em>before she pushed up from the water, pushing her wet hair back from her face with her free hand before moving up his body again. Her hand doing the job of her mouth formally, her teeth found one of his nipples and she sucked and nipped gently, then <em>not </em>so gently, before moving up to his lips. Her mouth tasted of oiled water, her lips slick and glistening.<br><br>“You sent her away?” She panted, more than a little breathless from having held her breath for so long. “Shame” she smiled wilfully, “she might have enjoyed the show.” Tia wouldn’t have cared if the brunette had watched, in fairness when it came to Amrek she was single minded enough to not care who watched. Sex was not something that embarrassed or shamed her, it was an integral part of her world and it had been since the binding. Perhaps even before, though not in the literal sense, she had <em>always </em>wanted Amrek, as much he had embodied everything that would trap her he had also embodied her future, her life. The attraction had been a crush at first, a defiant acknowledgement that if she had to be bound to him then at least she would enjoy him.<br><br>Never quite having expected to love him, <em>that </em>had come as a surprise at first. Now it was just a part of life and anything that accentuated that she was his, she was all for. <br><br>“Do you plan on sending me away also?” She asked, teeth grazing against his lips.
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				Post by: <strong>Delirium147</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 23:21:30</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Liss answered obediently and tried to be to the point. The look on her face, the blushing was extremely... adorable. Arousing even, he discovered. This girl had never tasted the sinful sweetness of sex, never felt a cock locked deep inside of her, throbbing, never screamed out in ecstasy... Amrek grinned as he watched her walk away to some remote corner of the baths.<br><br>She was embarrassed. Embarrassed by her own inexperience and naiveté. And she was wet because of it.<br><br>Tia came up from under the water like a lucid dream, her lips parted slightly as the water ran down her. He felt her teeth and lips drag across his chest, biting him there as more water ran down them. In response he placed a hand on her ass and grabbed a firm hold of her plump buttocks.<br><br>He brushed her long blonde throngs out of her face as well, even though she had done so herself, so he could admire the beauty and flustered look on it. He just liked to touch her. His cock was rigid under her stroking, pumping hand; his toes practically curling with pleasure. Amrek’s eyes peered into her, half-shut in his enjoyment. The oils in the water made her appear with a crystal hue, as if she were some sort of spirit. A horny, fuckable spirit...<br><br>“Oh she enjoyed the show... but we must careful not to shock her too much with the things I will do to you.” Amrek said in a low raucous voice, his lips moving slowly as they now touched with her yet not kissing, simply touching. Their breaths intermingled and he noticed they were in tune: his pulse and her pulse going equally as fast.<br><br>She spoke against his lips, the sensation driving him wild with mating lust; her had was still working his rock hard manhood. He felt her cunt resting against his flesh, it was far hotter than the surrounding water, and she was gently rubbing herself against his upper leg muscle. He let her as they engaged a kiss, their tongues trying to devour one another. Amrek even moved his hand on her ass a little to enhance the rhythm in which she teased herself; his fingers digging into the soft flesh, urging her to grind him.<br><br>“Never,” he muttered taking some deep breaths, their rampant kissing had stolen some of his air. The whisper got out before he realised. His dark eyes flared open, he hadn’t meant to say that. “You’re mine...” he added, his hands trailing up and down her frame now, lingering at the back of her head or her nipples. The oily water made her feel even more smooth than already was the case.<br><br>“Completely,” he said as he let go of her nipples who were by now very taut and hard and probably more than a little sore from his pulling and biting. The Prince grabbed hold of her under her backside, firmly grabbing where thigh turned into delicious ass-cheek and lifted her up from his lap and onto the tiled edge of the bath. The water ran of her body like a velvet blanket, pooling around her.<br><br>His cock wanted nothing more to be buried in Tia’s soft soaked cunt, but Amrek kept control. He always kept control, in everything. He traced his index finger along the lips that had offered him pleasure under water, parting the pink soft flesh slightly to see a hint of her tongue flicking between the marvellous set of teeth.<br><br>He bared his own teeth, looking up at her with a predatory glitter in his eyes as the kiss he placed on the inside of her thigh turned into a bite. He wanted to leave his mark there so she could feel his teeth burning all day close to her pussy. Amrek knew he was always on her mind, but this way he could be a physical presence when they weren’t in close vicinity, something more than the bond they shared. When he retreated, he saw the red teeth marks appear and smiled. There.<br><br>Amrek licked his lips, pursed them afterwards as he studied her expression. She was biting her lower lip, something that always made his blood rush faster. He pushed her down, his hand between her tits so she would put both her arms behind her as to prevent that she fall. This provided him with easy access for his mouth to her aching pussy. But he ran his lips along her mound first before trailing his tongue downward... ever so slowly.<br><br>She tasted of oil and sweat and sex.<br><br>One lick. One. Along the length of it and resting at her clit, the tip of his tongue trembling a little. Tia always tasted and smelled divine and he felt his cock throbbing and twitching because of it. The Prince let out a chuckle, his hot breath hitting her moist slit. He loved to hear her whimper, jagged breathing. He loved to tease her until every rational thought in her head was obliterated by wanton desire and lust. He wanted to make her surrender over and over, not only to him but also to pleasure. He was pleasure.<br><br>Teasing her clit with his thumb, he ran his fingers along her breasts and abdomen, nails trailing along her skin as he watched her chest heaving and her hips wriggle. He kissed the inside of her thighs again while his other hand violently twisted her nipple. A minor infliction of pain she was more than used to and one rewarded by his tongue slithering its way in between her pink swollen pussy lips. Gods she was wet... and tasty. Amrek enjoyed eating her out, her moans, her whimpers, the taste of her juices on his lips and diligent tongue.<br><br>After lapping at her juicy cunt and playing with it with his fingers, he got out of the bath. The water cascaded down his skin under which his muscles rippled. Tia was still sitting back, using her hands to keep her in balance as she felt some clarity return to her. Amrek didn’t wait though, simply putting his leg over her parted smooth legs so she was under him; his cock and balls directly in front of her face. He felt her panting breathing on his wet skin. Some water dripped from his sack on her tits. His Princely phallus stood proud and erect as he grabbed hold of the back of her head and simply pressed her face into his crotch while he stroked his shaft, his voice rumbling a low moan. She would know what to do, he thought assured, as he rubbed his cock over her face, slapping her cheeks every now and then with the head of his hard sex, her nose at the base of his shaft.<br><br>Only for a moment was he thinking what Lissira was doing, but then Tia’s lips and tongue moved and the Prince was lost again in the heat and passion.<br><br></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://eclecticaerotica.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/tumblr_kuaw3clJLV1qzoaedo1_500.jpg)</div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 21:34:37</strong>
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				The blonde had been quite content, grinding herself slowly against the firmness of his leg whilst kissing him. His hot, hard flesh pressed against her and and the knowledge that at least for now she was <em>all</em> that was on his mind. It wasn’t arrogance; she was adept enough at scoping gently at his thoughts to know this for a fact. Granted she wasn’t truly focused, but she did put out the ever so occasional probe. It wouldn’t do to have him thinking about mundane things whilst she was intent upon making herself foremost in his mind. A talent she had honed well, a student in all that was Amrek once, she was fast approaching master status. Even if he did take another to his bed then she was confident that they would never please him like she did.<br><br>Unfortunately it seemed that the entire thing was mutual, because no sooner was she thinking about sliding herself onto his thick sex, he was moving her. The ease at which he lifted up her lithe frame was effortless, the cool air hit her wet skin and the pale expanse of flesh goosebumped immediately, she shivered but it was nothing to do with the change in temperature. What was it about him that even his words could make her stomach knot and her heard thunder in an insistent attempt to break free of her ribcage? For every way she knew to drive him to single-mindedness he countered, the only difference was that her need for him was absolute. Tia always wanted Amrek, her life belonged to him, her soul and unfortunately her heart, were bound to the Prince. He? Well she was just a part of his blood inheritance and she suspected that when he did gain the crown she would lose even more of him.<br><br>For him there had been others, would likely be others, for her there was only him.<br><br><em>And then there was Lisirra.</em><br><br>Tia pushed that thought from her mind. Amrek’s fingers pressed against her lips and before he could do anything her mouth closed around the digit, drawing it into the hot wetness of her mouth, dragging her teeth against the skin before swirling her well-trained tongue around it and sucking gently. But it was released as his teeth pressed into the flesh of her inner thigh, she gasped, even more so as she watched him watch the skin redden. The look in his eyes was intoxicating.<br><br><em>“Tease”</em> she breathed, but it was a compliment, God how she wanted him. Wasn’t he supposed to be the one driven to the brink? The tables were so often turned that it didn’t seem to matter anymore. What else mattered when he was touching her like this? He pushed her back firmly, her hands fell behind her, splayed against the wet tiles, they were slippery and for a moment she was worried that she might slide backwards anyway. Then his tongue grazed against her mons and her fingers tensed, she <strong>would</strong> remain upright by sheer force of will, gravity be damned. He was moving and she was chewing her lip to keep from begging him to get on with it. If he fully knew <em>how</em> crazy he was driving her he’d probably drag it out for hours.<br><br>The languid lick made her whimper even through her attempts not to, pain then, followed by amazement. Her head fell backwards as his mouth began its torture in earnest and she might have noticed the intricately pretty ceiling if her eyes weren’t so glazed and unseeing. There were few pleasures that she ranked highly but the Prince’s tongue lapping greedily at her cunt was one of them. Every time his tongue touched her clit, her hips bucked slightly and she slid a little more towards his mouth and her hands slid a little further back. If he wasn’t careful she would end up on the back, arching up to try and keep her still hot skin off the cold tiles.<br><br>She <em>almost</em> came, which was terribly careless of her, but he thankfully stopped and even though there was a sharp hiss of protest a larger part of her was appreciative. There was no way she wanted him able to probe around in her mind when she was obliviously lost in ecstasy. Breathing heavily she pushed herself upwards as he climbed from the bath but then he was in front of her and she wasted no time thinking. Amrek moaned and Tia smiled, then her mouth was on his balls, licking off the water with an insistent tenderness, tongue swirling around each individually. Lapping him from scrotum, then along the underside of his cock to the tip, then back again. Able to sit up properly without her hands for support now, she slid her hands up the back of his legs, pressing her fingernails into his ass, pushing his crotch towards her eager mouth even more. The musky scent of sex was mixed with the oils and water, Tia made a noise that was sort of like a growl before her mouth engulfed his cock again. Fingernails still pressing into the flesh of his ass, hard enough that they would probably leave a smattering of half-moon shapes in his flesh. <em>Suck.</em> Then once the water was entirely replaced with her saliva so she let his cock slide from her mouth with a wet pop and moved her mouth to she side, placing a kiss on the left side of the base of his shaft, before trailing wet kisses to the side, then teeth as she pressed her pearly whites into the flesh just above his hip. <br><br>If he was going to get bitey, then she was going to reciprocate. Her mouth moved back to his length, another suck before she repeated the motions on the other hip. Then with two sets of identical teeth marks symmetrical on either side of his abdomen she grinned and swallowed his cock again, smoothly so that in one easy movement her lips met the base and the head hit the back of her throat. She gagged, then looked up at him with watery green eyes, holding her mouth perfectly still with him flush against the back of her throat even though every part of her was struggling to hold back from gagging again. It would have been easy enough to train her gag reflex, but she enjoyed it far too much and with every pulsing almost-reflex her neglected pussy throbbed between her legs.<br><br>Her eyes were full of challenge. <br><br>Tiaslye could tease too, even if she was torturing herself just as much, but only because a part of her wanted to know how long he could stand there before a hand knotted in her hair and he thrust himself against her with every bit of force and desperation that she was hoping to ignite within him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium147</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 12:18:52</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">He hissed as she left her marks on him. Amrek’s breath was quick, short and hot. Tia gagged on his cock, so he looked down only to see her looking up at him with her big emerald eyes. They were watery, lending them a magnificent reflection and shine. It made him throb. The Prince’s hands shot down to where Tia’s head had been dutifully bobbing up and down along his cock. Locking her head by digging his fingers in her scalp and grabbing some blonde hair, he started to move his pelvis. Slowly moving his manhood in and out of her mouth, her lips shut tightly around it.<br><br>“Stick your tongue out.”<br><br>He felt her tongue lick and stick along his underside, her spit travelling along the length towards his balls that were hitting her chin. Amrek quickened his pace with a low grunt, his fingers digging in harder, keeping her head and mouth in place as he started to push in and out faster; fucking her mouth thoroughly. His cockhead reaching all the way to her throat as she kept staring up at him, gagging occasionally.<br><br>Extending the tendrils of his mind to her, he invaded her head to completely overwhelm and suffocate her with his presence. A show of his total dominance and the power he held over her. The goal was to stimulate her mental pleasure zones as he retracted his now spit-covered cock and pushed her down on the moist warm stones. Amrek placed his raging member against her sex, feeling the heat and eagerness radiating outward. She wanted him. She was ready for him. Yet he did not indulge, not yet. Instead, he slid his cock along Tia’s wet slit, occasionally sliding in. After he had enjoyed her whimpers and pleading eyes, he plunged himself down, forcing himself all the way inside her.<br><br>For some brief moments they remained as such, exchanging lust-filled looks and ferocious hungry kisses. Then he started stirring inside of her as the sorceress joined in with moving her hips. Amrek placed his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into the soft, smooth flesh so he could balance himself while penetrating her. His mouth rested on her skin somewhere as he started to lose himself in the splendidly blissful sensation of feeling connected. It was impossible, but for some reason it did feel as if they were even closer connected than normally was the case.<br><br>Knowing it would get her off, he allowed her access to his immediate thoughts so she would know how good it felt to be inside of her. How delicious, how safe, how conquering. Amrek liked to conquer her over and over; physically and mentally. Part of why he kept Tia’s reins relatively loose for a woman of her nature. The Prince bit; teeth sinking into the draiguer’s skin and leaving their marks. <em>Mmm, fuck.</em><br><br>He pushed himself upright, his arms next to her shoulders, muscles rippling under his bronzed skin whilst peering into her green captivating eyes. He knew exactly what was going on in there as he moved his hips to increase the thrusting rhythm with which he was sliding in and out of her soaking wet cunt. A wicked grin displayed on his face as he leaned on his left arm so his right hand could violently twist and pull her nipple before settling around her throat; thumb and fingers touching the ground on either side of Tiaslye’s slender neck, locking her into place. In that empowering position, Prince Amrek started to thrust rapidly, wildly. He was angry, frustrated and horny and he wanted to take it out on his sorceress. Sex always helped to calm him down and let everything out.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winged Shadow</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Effeari</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 11:08:02</strong>
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				It was escape and not defiance that drove Lisirra from the echoing, damp, water infested bath houses and into the castle proper once again. The sense of claustrophobia had been intense and almost crippling, the sounds of grunted pleasure echoing through the caverns had been the last straw, her sanity down there already felt like it was being drained by outside forces and it wasn’t until she was outside with the sun on her skin again, that she could breathe. In her right mind the dark-haired teenager might have considered what a mistake she was making, not only was she defying an express instruction of the prince, she was also venturing out into a strange and alien environment. The sun was bright enough that she was beginning to get a headache, her vision still adjusting to being allowed free reign once more, glancing around nervously she did not think this was the way Tia had brought her. Had there truly been so much space, she was standing in a courtyard now, arches that seemed so far away her untrained eyes had to squint to see them adorning the opposite palace wall. It was beautiful and enormous and even with the various people milling around her, she felt tiny and insignificant. <br><br>Every so often somebody would glance at her, but she ignored it, the nun half considered leaving altogether, striding from the palace and seeing if she could find her way home. This was a place of brutal decadence of which she wanted no part, would her willpower be enough to keep her soul clean, and she very much wanted to go home. Her entire life had been about self-denial and deprivation, purity and cleanliness. Yet she knew that home was not somewhere she could go, if she fled then he would destroy her home, likely even so if she did not return there. Leaving was the only thing she wanted to do, yet it was the only option she must not take.<br><br>“You look lost.”<br><br>“I <em>am </em>lost” her star-filled eyes snapped to the large stranger who was now standing next to her. She tipped her head downwards in a short bow of a greeting, she was not used to talking with men but it was more favourable than standing out here utterly alone. Conversation was much safer than her thoughts right now; there was a pull in her gut that did not belong to this place. She had always felt it, even at the monastery, but it had been an easily overlooked niggle there, here it was poignant and sickening. <br><br>“You came yesterday with the Draiguer, did you not?”<br><br>“I did.” Lisirra wondered for the first time what conclusions had been drawn about her presence, whether the Prince had justified her arrival, whether he <em>needed </em>to justify <em>anything </em>to <em>anybody</em>. She nodded to emphasise the answer when the man did not speak in due time, he was busy appraising her curves, the movement of her head brought his attention back to their conversation and he smiled after wetting his lips. <br><br>“And where is she now?”<br><br>Lisirra wasn’t sure why she blushed then; her cheeks flushed crimson though, burning obviously against her pale skin. It could have been the memories of the other woman’s frantic yelps, the sound of her gags echoing through the tiled rooms, the grunts of the prince, the sounds of flesh against flesh; it could have been anything. More likely it was the flush of unaccustomed desire within herself that had instigated the crippling mortification; how could such a display of wantonness arouse a girl that had never felt desire that keenly before. They were taught to shrug off need, pleasure was to come from communion and purity, not from such selfish and needless copulations. <br><br>“She is detained.”<br><br>There was a dry chuckle and Liss chanced a look at his expression, he was staring at her raptly but there was a knowing look in his watery eyes. <br><br>“Yes. His Majesty keeps her busy enough.”<br><br>Silly of her to assume then that this display was anything other than their normal entertainment, unless he had mistakenly thought that Lisirra was hinting at a more professional detainment. The latter was more likely, after all, surely they couldn't do <em>that </em>all the time. “Come, I will show you around whilst you wait if you like. Stand here too long and I think you may well tempt a few of the onlookers beyond levels at which they could behave themselves.” <br><br>The stranger offered her his arm and with a frown she took it, however tentatively, her fingers barely touching his hot flesh. “Now, where would you like to see first?”<br><br><hr><br>How cliché that Tia lived for these moments, to feel him inside of her, the scant periods of time when she was the only thing inside his head. Amrek was not a man that gave his thoughts over easily, so often she knew that their conversations were laced with his being elsewhere. Thinking about other things, but like this, even if it was only superficially, it was her that was locked inside his thoughts. It was perhaps that very reason that the thought of him with another made her feel murderous, because the thought of him being this lost inside somebody else was more than she could bear.<br><br>Tia was thinking too much, but it was inconsequential, because the foremost of her thoughts belonged to her master. Her body was on fire, at least it felt like it, her heart was thundering against her rib-cage and her breathing was coming in ragged gasps as her body adjusted to the feeling of being invaded by the only man who ever had. The pain made her give a choked cry as he twisted her nipple, her back arched off the floor in a bid to lessen the tug, but no sooner as he had let go than she felt his hand press firmly around her neck.<br><br>One of the hands that had been digging against his back flew to the hand at her neck, fingers pressing uselessly against his as her breathing became even more restricted. It should panic her, not being able to breathe properly, not being able to move, pinned beneath his hand and subject to the merciless thrusting of his hips.<br><br><em>It didn’t.</em><br><br>Her screams and moans were echoing off the tiles, every wet thrust audible because she was sodden with her need of him. Her feet hooked around his arse as she lifted her own off the tiles, tipping her hips to allow him easier access, mostly because she was about to cum and from this angle he would hit exactly the right spot to turn her to jelly. Experience was an excellent tool, it also meant that he was getting as deep as he could which would drive him to the edge too.<br><br>Surrendering the thoughts of her pleasure to him, she could have told him that she was close, but it made more sense to let him feel it. To bombard him with her pleasure as well as his own. See how good you feel inside me. Fingers pressed into the fingers at her throat as his grip tightened for a second, it hurt and she had a feeling her neck would be decorated with bruises later on. With that realisation, and too close to her orgasm to really care, she dug her fingernails into his back in a poor retaliation; she felt the skin break and wondered for a second if she had pressed too hard.<br><br>It wasn’t as if she could even apologise with his hand around her throat. Though there was little doubt he would be able to read the surprise and perhaps even contrition in her thoughts, clouded with lust and desperation as they were.
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