To the Crown Enchanted [Neroon and Lady Ayame]
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				Title: <strong>To the Crown Enchanted [Neroon and Lady Ayame]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 19:07:02</strong>
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				The battle with the wyvern had been a hard one.&nbsp; Such beasts, the lesser kin of the dragon, were difficult indeed to kill.&nbsp; Like their larger relatives, wyverns possessed scaly hides that even blades of dwarven-make had a hard time piercing.&nbsp; They flew on large batlike wings and, if they lacked the dragons' ability to breath fire, they still spat acid enough to cause serous burns and possessed the hypnotic gaze of their draconic cousins.<br><br>That was all part of the challenge, thought Prince Galain of the House of Ebour, as he pulled his blade from the beast's carcass.&nbsp; He carefully wiped the blade on the blackened grass by the body.&nbsp; He straightened and pulled off heis helmet and his right gauntlet and tried to wipe the grime of battle from his face.&nbsp; His eyes shone bright blue in his dirty face and he sheathed his sword and walked around the carcass to enter the beast's lair.<br><br>He was, if the truth be told, the flower of chivalry, the perfect fruit of noble blood.&nbsp; He was tall, handsome and fearless, the very model of the knightly heroic ideal: strong of arm, square of jaw and apparently short of brain. All in all he was the perfect knight, and he as he stepped into the wyvern's cave, he hoped that he had arrived in time and that there was still an undevoured damsel in distress for him to rescue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To the Crown Enchanted [Neroon and Lady Ayame]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Ayame</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 01:07:48</strong>
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				There was a young maiden in the center of what appeared to be a sacrificial platform. She was in a flimsy white dress stained with tears, hugging her body with a thin, tissue like material. The Maiden was strung up by her wrists, her toes barely touching the floor as she wept miserably at the fate that she thought would befall her. Her golden hair hung beautifully around her shoulders, dark brown eyes and rosy lips and cheeks accented her pretty face. <br><br>The Maiden looked up just in time to see Prince Galain prancing towards her, covered in sweat, fresh from the fight. Immediately her tears of distress turned to tears of joy. “Prince Galian!” she cried out “Please, unlock these shackles… there is a key, beside the altar somewhere, Hurry my arms grow weak.” Her voice was gentle and sweet, like music to the ear, a perfect maiden for a shining night in armor. The key, was underneath a wooden bowl of blood to the left of the altar. Not only did it unlock the shackles to her wrist, but the chastity belt that held her sweet nether flower. <br><br>What Galain thought, was that he was rescuing Odette Lancester, the beautiful daughter of a wealthy tradesman from a nearby town. But what Galain didn’t know was that it was actually the sorceress Ophelia in disguise. Ophelia was known for her evil plots, <br><br>schemes and tricks to try to seize the throne and rule the land. She had been bested several times, foiled and outwitted. But this time, she knew she would be victorious. How could she not see it before? A man would do anything for his lover. So she stole the young girl in the middle of the night, keeping her locked away in her vast fortress of evil somewhere in the frozen north, only so that she may use her hair in a potion to assume her identity…<br><br>Odette struggled against the chains, her body moving helplessly, swaying back and fourth at inertia’s mercy. She looked exquisite in the light, the thin material of her dress barely covered the shade of her nipples or the outline of the chastity belt that she wore. <br><br>“Please my prince, Please hurry” she begged once more. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 01:33:52</strong>
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				Galain was startled by the melodious nature of the maiden's voice.&nbsp; If she were able to sound this good after goodness knows what horrors she must have faced in the wyvern's clutches, he could not wait to find out what she sounded- or looked like, he realised, as he caught a better view of her beauty- when in better surroundings and not so ill treated.<br><br>He hurried forwards, not even thinking how what was essentially a large scaly reptile had chained the damsel up against the wall.&nbsp; Fumbling by the altar, he found the key.&nbsp; As he reached up to unlock her manacles, he became aware of the sweet scent of her perfume and the soft curves of her body.<br><br>He closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them to complete the unlocking of her manacles.&nbsp; She all but fell into his arms as the manacles opened and he held her close, looking down into her flawless eyes.&nbsp; He swallowed, unsure as to the proprieties of the situation, not having rescued a damsel in distress before.<br><br>"Odette Lancester, I presume?" Galain asked.&nbsp; "I've come to take you away from all this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: To the Crown Enchanted [Neroon and Lady Ayame]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Ayame</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 05:08:42</strong>
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				"Thank you my prince" She said as she flug her arms around his neck, her chocolate eyes reflecting the light perfectly. "I was taken from my bed in the night, cultists brought me here as a sacrifice to the beast, hoping that the monster would bestow them with luck and power" Her voice trembled slightly as she recalled the tale, her slim frame shivered against his armor. <br><br>By now the young damsel's dress had become loose in her freedom, the straps hung lazily off her shoulders, framing the exquisite skin on her back and the rising swell of her breast. The round pink nipples of her mounds began to protrude though the material as she pressed her body against his. <br><br>She stood upon her tiptoes as she whispered in her ear. "Take me away, my knight" One would presume that she was speaking of the prince taking her away from the awful cave, but Her voice was dripping with honey, and when she lifted up her skirt to reveal the leather chastity belt she wore, her meaning became perfectly clear. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To the Crown Enchanted [Neroon and Lady Ayame]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 16:32:49</strong>
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				Galain had heard of things like this happening though such circumstances were generally alluded to only through euphemisms.&nbsp; So this was the "knight's true reward" was it?&nbsp; Well, this Odette Lancester was certainly more attractive than the peasant girl whom he enjoyed a frequent romp in the castle stables.&nbsp; <br><br>Despite her ordeal, Odette was as tempting a morsel as one could ever hope to meet.&nbsp; Her dark bown eyes were deep pools into which he felt he could drown; her lips looked as soft and succulent as any he had fantasized about kissing and her breasts were ripe and full and inviting. He groaned as her arms surrounded him, partly in pleasure but mainly with frustration.<br><br>"But your chastity belt.&nbsp; What is to be done about that?"
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