The Sorceress' Mistake (rabidrainbow/Stairc)
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				Title: <strong>The Sorceress' Mistake (rabidrainbow/Stairc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rabidrainbow</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 23:18:59</strong>
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				Theia clutched the spellbook to her chest, feeling her stomach flutter with both excitement and a tinge of fear as she gazed at the clearing. The stones, arranged just so in a circle, were illuminated by the light of the full moon and seemed to glow with an unearthly light. With a deep breath, Theia stepped forward from the darkness of the forest and surveyed the site, confident that not a stone was out of place as she began to&nbsp; flip through the book, hands trembling with excitement. After all the work she had done, from researching, to stealing the materials she needed, to memorizing the spells, to drugging her mentors to allow an easier escape...now her greatest wish would come true. <br><br>She reached the spell she needed, eyes reading the introduction out of pure habit. Whoever managed to summon him and subdue him would have unlimited power beyond their wildest dreams. Theia's heart fluttered again at the prospect. Unlimited power...She hardly dared to imagine all that she could do, all that she could control. Sure she was still young, but she knew she was powerful, and she was confident that she could subdue him.<br><br>But daydreaming could wait for later. It was almost midnight and she needed to work fast. Setting the book down on a stump intending for such a purpose, Theia reached under her cloak for the bag at her hip that carried the necessary ingredients: finely chopped mandrake root, crushed sapphires, dried mint, and ground rowan wood, all mixed together. She took pinches of the mixture and scattered it in the circle in the shape of a five pointed star, with each tip touching the circle of stones, muttering the beginning of the spell as she did so. She then returned to her book, excitement mixed with fear making her breath short. Theia took a deep breath to calm herself, closing her green eyes and pulling her shoulder length brown hair back as she did so. It was finally time.<br><br>She picked up the book and began reciting the rest of the spell, feeling the magic begin to swirl in the air as the church clock in the nearby town begin to faintly toll the hour. The rocks began to glow even more fiercely and the ground began to shimmer and lightning started to flash as the portal began to appear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sorceress' Mistake (rabidrainbow/Stairc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 23:54:52</strong>
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				Ortheos lay on his back in the lush green field, a smile perking his angular features as the sun played along his perfect form... Far more perfect than any mortal, and many immortals, could hope to attain. His eyes were of sea and storm, his hair like strands of sunlight, and the court-garb he wore the color of mischief - spun from the dreams of maidens who pined for him still.<br><br>And then a call floated, thin and weak, across the field.<br><br>Ortheos' ears twitched. A call? But no... He could feel the tingle of the magic now. It was so faint he hadn't noticed it at first.<br><br>A summons.<br><br>A sparkle of interest entered his impossible eyes.<br><br>A new game was about to begin.<br><br>His bell-like laugh rang out in the empty field. A summons? A summons to him? Truly... From one whose call he could barely hear? No one had dared summon him in... Well, it was hard to measure time. Perhaps a few years, or a few decades. It was difficult to tell.<br><br>The call sounded again and his endless curiosity was infected by it.<br><br>Who had dared summon him?<br><br>He had to see.<br><br>Once he decided that, there was nothing left. He let himself drift away to the call, appearing moments later in forest of some sort - fenced in bya magic circle.<br><br>A girl stood before him. A girl! Youngish, and that was a short time indeed for mortals, and passing fair. By human standards she was likely quite beautiful, she might even have passed for a wood nymph at a court ball.<br><br>A smile electrified his features as his eyes locked on hers. "You called?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sorceress' Mistake (rabidrainbow/Stairc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rabidrainbow</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 00:11:40</strong>
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				Theia stood there, breathless with near disbelief. It had worked! The spell had worked! She stood there for a moment, speechless with excitement as she stared at him. She knew he was supposed to be handsome, hypnotically so, but he was more beautiful than she had even imagined. In fact, "beautiful" did not even seem adequate enough to describe him.<br><br>With a small shake of her head, Theia broke her train of thought and regained control of herself. Closing the book and laying it aside, she said "My name is Theia and I am from the sorceress' citadel." A smirk gradually grew on her face. "I have summoned you, Ortheos, to the mortal world," she said, using her magic on the stone circle to intensify its power and keep the immortal trapped, "for you to do my bidding." Theia put all of her energy into securing the circle, certain that it was powerful enough to keep him trapped and thus subdue him. Her smile grew greater as she imagined all that she would be able to do with his power.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sorceress' Mistake (rabidrainbow/Stairc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 00:18:20</strong>
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				Ortheos laughed again, a peal of summer thunder. These mortals were adorable... Putting so much weight on their petty cares. And it was refreshing, so refreshing to be called by a young girl rather than the stodgy old archmages who often attempted his presence. They bored him so much… He usually lost interest in a day or less, killing them and moving on.<br><br>But the girl before him was much more intriguing… And it brought back to him memories of nights spent laughing in the arms of maids a few scant centuries ago, like it was yesterday.<br><br>Mortals were the freshest flowers.<br><br>"Foolish as ever." He chuckled to himself, the Prince stepping to the edge of the circle. "Why care you girl, enough to risk my presence. Vengeance or love?" He was fast growing bored of this little game, confined in this circle.<br><br>"And what did you imagine my aid for?"
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				Post by: <strong>rabidrainbow</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 00:30:04</strong>
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				Theia instinctively took on step back when he stepped closer. She was not afraid of him (well, maybe she was a little) but she knew better than to stay within close range. Some immortals had tricks to catch unsuspecting mages and she fancied herself to smart to fall for something like that.<br><br>"Neither, spirit," she replied. "And don't call me foolish. You are to serve me not insult me," she said, her voice taking on a commanding tone. "I require your power to further my own agenda and if I deem it necessary I will tell you the full extent of my plans." <em>With his power I can do anything,</em> she thought greedily. <em>All will bow before me, I who was powerful enough to command the Prince of Summer!</em> Those old biddies at the citadel would be no match for her. She'd show them power and magic! <br><br>As she gleefully began to revisit her daydreams, she unknowingly let her magic falter just a little, weakening the stone prison.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sorceress' Mistake (rabidrainbow/Stairc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 00:33:24</strong>
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				He could hardly believe it, the girl thought she was in control?!? And was taking him for a footman, to answer at her whim?! But no... Play a little longer.<br><br>"I require a price for my attentions." His eyes inspected her once more. He enjoyed her supreme hubris in summoning him, so he wouldn't kill her... At least not yet. Perhaps he could make his time here worth while. "Perhaps your eyes... Yes, I think your eyes would do nicely. Or your smile. I could take that."
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				Post by: <strong>rabidrainbow</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 00:37:59</strong>
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				Theia eyed the faerie, feeling tendrils of fear start to crawl up from her stomach. The spellbook had said nothing about a price. Firmly, she squashed her apprehension. She was in control here, not him. Glaring at him, with her smile gone from her face, Theia increased her magic again.<br><br>"I think not spirit," she said hotly. "In case you haven't notice, I have trapped you in the circle. You are in no position to make deals."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sorceress' Mistake (rabidrainbow/Stairc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 00:39:23</strong>
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				Ortheos sighed. "Attempting to bargain me down." He shook his head. "How tiresome."<br><br>And then his will clashed against hers, pushing against the restraints of the circle. It was an idle brush for him, but with a girl of her comparatively meager abilities, and all seemed meager to the Prince of the Summer Court, it would surely feel like a tidal wave crashing against the shore.
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				Post by: <strong>rabidrainbow</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 00:44:52</strong>
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				To Theia, it felt as if she had been hit by a ton of rocks. The impact broke her concentration and she stumbled and fell to the ground in shock, the magical circle of stones broken. She lay disoriented on the ground for a moment, then unsteadily got to her feet and throwing off her cloak, green eyes flashing in anger, ready to face him. "You will regret that spirit!" she hissed with an authority that she did not truly feel.
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				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 00:50:41</strong>
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				Ortheos' will flicked forward, shattering the bonds in a burst that tore at the air, ignoring her petty concerns with the indifference they deserved.<br><br>The Prince of Summer strode from the circle, his storm-cloud eyes dancing in merriment. "You poor child." He laughed. "You actually sought to bind me?" He stepped closer to her, lightning dancing on his fingertips. "Perhaps I'll take my prize by force."<br><br>He silently whispered to the trees to close their ears, blocking all sounds from the surrounding area, and refusing to let anyone see into it - magically or otherwise.<br><br>"There's a reason why I am rarely summoned." His fingers drifted closer to her face.
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				Post by: <strong>rabidrainbow</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 00:56:43</strong>
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				Fear danced in her eyes and for the first time Theia realized that this might not have been the smartest idea. Terrified, she began backing away, only to roughly trip over the stump and her book. She fell on her back and for a moment saw stars as her head struck the ground, but she quickly began to try and scramble away frantically. Her breathing increased with fear and panic as she contemplated running into the forest, where the shadows could offer her a better hiding place.
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				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 01:13:06</strong>
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				"True." A smile curved his angular features. The girl's beauty seemed to intensify when she was afraid. Delightful.<br><br>"Do you wish to plead?" Her hissed as he stood over her, and she had nowhere else to run... Her terrified and lovely face staring up at him. Perhaps he wouldn't take her eyes after all, as lovely a prize as that would be. There might be more fun to be had first.
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				Post by: <strong>rabidrainbow</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 01:33:36</strong>
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				Theia stopped crawling backwards for a moment, drawing herself up as best she could. This encounter was not going at all the way she planned but she was not going to lose her dignity as well! Glaring, she spat out a short "No!" Quickly she managed to get on her feet and duck around him, aiming to run into the woods on the other side of the clearing.
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				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 01:35:25</strong>
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				"Such odd creatures, you mortals." He laughed, his arm flashing out, pulling her against him, her back pressed into his chest. "But so delicious." He pressed a kiss to her neck, drinking in her scent.<br><br>The faerie lord smiled. "I enjoy your taste." He whispered, his hand sliding along her dress, teasing her gently. He sent a flutter of confused desires into the inexperienced girl, bringing her into a delicious conflict between her chilling terror, abject wonder and now-simmering needs.<br><br>He loved to watch mortals squirm.
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				Post by: <strong>rabidrainbow</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 01:48:23</strong>
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				A frightened shriek escaped her lips as she felt herself being pulled back against his chest. <em>No no no no no no!</em> she thought terrified, wishing she was safely asleep back in her bed and had never tampered with this at all. Theia tried to struggle, tried to kick him, but it was a futile effort. But, upon feeling his lips on her neck, her blood ran cold and she froze at his words. A new terror began to well up in her as she felt his hand begin to caress her body and she renewed her struggle with more force.<br><br>And then suddenly, a flash of heat dove down from her stomach to between her legs and with a cry she involuntarily she arched her back against him, new feelings and desires overtaking her senses like a tidal wave. Her breathing became shaky as she tried to register both her complete terror of the spirit and her current situation and her sudden desire and need for his hand to continue caressing her. A sudden desire and need for a man. <br><br>"Please stop!" she begged, trying to keep her voice steady, all pretense at keeping her dignity gone. "Please, whatever it is, stop!"
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				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 02:23:30</strong>
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				"Saying please... How polite."&nbsp; He drew her closer, eyes staring down her collar. "Ample breasts." His eyes sparkled, approval shining in them. "And hardly used. Commendable." A feathery kiss played across her lips. "You might make a decent toy in my palace." He squeezed her breast through the cloth, testing the feel, while his other glided down, slipping between her legs, feeling her dampening slit.<br><br>"A virgin?" His eyes sparkled with mischief. Some very potent magic could be worked with virgin mortals. "Exquisite."<br><br>&nbsp;A finger slid inside her.
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				Post by: <strong>rabidrainbow</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 02:35:55</strong>
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				Theia could just make out his words through the haze of feeling that seemed to envelope her mind. <em>Toy?</em> she thought frantically. <em>As in...slave?</em> Horror filled her, cutting through her sudden desire. She only knew what he meant by slave and she would die before she let that happen. Her magic would be gone, or reduced to simple parlor tricks if he took her! She opened her mouth, to protest, to scream, anything to make him stop, only to have her words die on her lips as a hand squeezed her breast and the other made it's way down to her most private area. The touch was heavenly, much as she hated to admit, and involuntarily she shivered as she felt an ache start to build inside her. Theia closed her eyes and let out a shuddery moan as another haze of pleasure inflamed her sense.<br><br>But then she suddenly felt his finger begin to intrude into her and her eyes flew open, a new wave of terror washing over her. Her muscles clenched, trying to expel it, and she began flailing around in panicked fear. "No! Stop it! You can't do this!" she screamed, flinging her arms and kicking her legs as much as possible, trying to catch some part of him and escape with her virginity intact.
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				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 03:07:02</strong>
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				He wrestled playfully with her as his lips pressed into a melting kiss. Then his expression jolted, an iron certainty taking root in the fickle faerie's eyes.<br><br>"I've decided to bed you." He murmured, "You may thank me later." Green and orange sparkles lit the floor and suddenly a thick press of moss grew out from the wet grass, carpeting the forest floor in a soft bed of green.<br><br>He smiled wickedly as he felt her tightness. This could be delectable. He pulled his finger from her. "As your lord, I take your body." He whispered, as his hands moving over her - the dress melting into mist beneath them. "Be honored to serve Summer's Prince." The faint whispers of magic trailed along her, tiny, heatless flames licking at her flesh.
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				Post by: <strong>rabidrainbow</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 03:21:40</strong>
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				Theia heard his words and her struggles increased to a panicked frenzy. Even though his lips captured hers in a searing kiss, momentarily distracting her, she continued to beat at his chest, tears running down her face as she shrieked wordlessly, trying in vain to catch someone, anyone's attention. Oh how she regretted dabbling in things much more powerful than she!<br><br>She suddenly felt herself on a bed of soft moss and realized with fear that he intended to take her now. But before she had much time to digest this information, she felt cool air hit her skin and a fresh wave of horror consumed her. Theia tried frantically to cover herself while ignoring the faint but slightly pleasurable tickling whisper that the magic left on her skin. Terrified, she stared up at him, her eyes pleading with him to stop. "Please!" she cried. "Please don't do this! My magic..." Theia found herself unable to continue, too horrified by the circumstances to properly voice it.<br><br>Instead, she tried to focus her fear and promptly turned over and once again attempted to run into the forest.
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				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>14-06-2010, 20:57:42</strong>
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				“Saying please... How polite .” He chuckled, his laughter a bubbling brook as his firm, warm hands flowed over her curves, pulling her tight against him despite all her adorable struggles. His fingers slid inside her, careful to keep her maidenhead intact, as his other hand teased her breast… Lips trailing warm, wet kisses down her neck.<br><br>“Kneel before your Master.”
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