Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)
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				Title: <strong>Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 03:26:39</strong>
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				Pregnant clouds hung low over a horizon dominated by a vast bay of once-pristine water, now decorated with a fleet of ships quickly brought to harbor before the storm. Set in a valley, the city of Idiago was well known as a gateway to the West, a conduit of trade and culture such as rarely existed in a world threatened by war and demonic powers. Predominantly constructed from wood around the bay and stone further away, the city had been built with a sailor’s heart in mind, and a sailor’s fear. Fire towers darted the city in regular intervals. Here, unlike the rest of the world, there were standing fire brigades. <br><br>Standing on an emerald hill overlooking the sprawling human city, the Innocent cursed. Lightning punctuated his statement; purple and crawling, the tines of the virulent stuff triggered the clouds’ opening. A wash of oily ran upended on the city. On the city, but nowhere else. <br><br><strong>“Mother Fucking Cock Sucking Sour Balled Doo-Doo Heads,” </strong>The Innocent spewed and began walking down the hill. <br><br>Little more than a boy, perhaps five foot four, the Innocent could have been mistaken for an angel. Creamy white skin, flawless and smooth, with solid-blue eyes framed in platinum blond hair, above pink, flush lips. He wore a sack cloth around his shoulders, one that didn’t fit his form – it made him look like a wayward urchin, and was barefoot. He didn’t seem to feel the twigs and rocks that he stepped across to make his way.<br><br>Near the edge of the city a swirling portal of energy vomited a towering chitin-covered four armed demon. Half insect, half man, the twenty foot tall thing loomed in contrast to the modest-built homes it had appeared among. Mandibles stretched taut with fleshy veins twitched and a spark of eldritch green fire shot out in a line, catching the water that fell from the sky.<br><br>The world went white-hot in a flash and the city…oh Gods…the city…it exploded in a conflagration of hellfire. <br><br>Thankfully, there was little time to scream. The fire was hot enough to burn the oxygen away. Children passed out immediately, as did the infirm or those in ill health. Waves of catching, prying, clinging, fire wove up the docks, over the wooden houses, supernaturally incinerating everything they touched. <br><br>In a fairy tale, the Innocent would have saved those people, would have stopped the demon in its tracks, would have known about the other two, smaller – but equally deadly – demons on the far side of the town who had aided the attack. But this is no fairy tale and the Innocent, while powerful beyond words, had an equal number of limits. <br><br>Sexless pelvis tilted forward in a bold run, careless of his health and safety, the Innocent charged toward the town with supernatural speed, his every step catching momentum. An aura of blue shimmered around his skin, protecting him from the still-falling rain. In the distance, his voice easily carried throughout the valley,<br><br><strong>“You motherfucking cock smoking pole filtchers! I’m going to screw your assholes out!” </strong><br><br>Yeah. He’s the Innocent. Wait till the Corruptor shows up.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 04:09:42</strong>
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				She had taken her time thus far... Sat out and waited, watched. The city was being destroyed, and while she could've helped out to do what she may've, her aim was not to save the people. Damn the people to Hell, they were just gossip rats and she hated to even claim 3 quarters of their blood in her veins. She hid herself, just outside the city, preparing as she huddled under a turned over merchant cart with a long stolen duster scattering the rain without letting it sink in and get to her. <br><br>She had finished up her power setting, choosing which Crystals to put down for her base power. She carried on her side a small satchel of a few small gemstones and crystals, each of a different shape or size, some matching in this. Most were different colors. And upon her hands, three rings to each hand, lay white gold bands with would-be empty casings, for which she fit her custom made magi crystals into them. The rings were one of a few ways she utilized the rare magic power, but they were also her favorite. On her left hand she had Lightning, Water, and Fire. On her right, she wore Force, Strength, and Speed. Her body was naturally trained and without her rings, she would've been a tough opponent, but each Crystal adorned a special little thing about it that did not give her the ultimate strength of that ability, but heightened her in the sense of said abilities. Without her rings, she could still use some Black Magic, but it would be greatly hindered by her predominant non-Magi human blood. <br><br>When the city burst, she watched, sheltering her warm honey-colored hues that could be compared to a full moon hanging low in the summer's prime from the light. The foremost demon was intensely savage, but the other two were flitting around all the same, and she was going to take out the wingmen before she took down the boss.<br><br>Coming up, Aster poked out from beneath the fallen cart in the grass, and tossed aside the duster. Beneath, Aster adorned a firm, lean body of 5'7 height, with a nice even tan touching on her already naturally olive skintone. Her trained figure was draped in a pair of long dark brown leather pants that hugged the curve of her hips and slope of her rear, as well as the firm shape of her thighs and calves, before loosening over a pair of 3-inch heeled Tuscan red leather boots, while her upper figure was held impossibly well by a criss-crossing chocolate leather wrap that criss-crossed her breasts and then looped around her once more above her navel, tying on the side. The top part of the leather wrap formed something like a halter top, but instead shifted wider in fabric to allow for a hood to exist. Without it pulled up, her hair hung down, lower in the back than in the front, though the front still managed to be shoulder-length. Her hair was smooth and fine, carrying some subtle waves in its unique shade of midnight blue (appearing black with perhaps a darker blue shine), and now only bore two small braids that parted back from the sides and tied together over the rest in the back. Her face perhaps was the greatest of all her features though. Elegant, almond shaped eyes, with long dark midnight lashes that gave it more of a flowing look, all surrounding those luminous hues. High cheek bones, a refined and normal nose with a the tiniest round touch to the tip, and lips that could seduce any man who neared them. Full, and shaped like a heavenly archer's bow, upper lip protruding a little more than the lower, lush and draped in a fruit oil that Aster used to keep them soft and make them shine for her habit of gnawing those fine lips in her anxious moments. <br><br>Without hesitance, she began off, racing against the warm air towards the scene, crossing the fields of green and empty, abandoned cargo. As she found herself there, amongst the ashen bodies and pummeled rubble of what used to be a fine growing city, she could smell the demon in the air, stirring with the thick smoke and still burning flames. She closed her eyes and inhaled; the aroma faint and unsure, like catching a breath of wind that reminds you of a memory. Deeper and deeper she went though, into the broken city, where only blood remains and mischief existed. <br><br>"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." Aster purred with a semi-exotic tone to her voice, her voice itself a richer, deeper thing of an alto nature. "I can smell you on the wind..." She then whispered.<br><br><strong>"As I smell you, little girl."</strong> A demon soon beckoned, this one approaching with a wild, wide grin baring a mouthful of sharp teeth. Almost every demon looked different, Aster had learned. Some looked human, some looked like the Kraken, others had no better description than 'none of the above'. This one however was about six and a half feet tall, bearing charcoal gray skin with wild crimson hues and a build like a pro wrestler. He wore only a loin cloth and a double strap over his chest that led to two fire and brimstone forged scimitars that were half the length of Aster's body alone.<br><br>"Well, a man who's packing, you're already on my good side." Aster said.<br><br><strong>"A brave, big mouth, for a human girl. Mind me, where are your weapons? I see no swords, crossbow or arrows, or even a throwing dagger on that... revealing figure of yours... What do you think you can do? Woo me into submission?"</strong><br><br>"Heh, if you only knew, that's how I handle all of my men." Aster grinned, darkly so, as she raised her hands up, crossing her palms over her head. The rings gave off a sudden glow, a flickering light that could be seen almost like a flare in the distance seeing as she was calling upon all six rings' power right now. <br><br><strong>"Mmm, I see..."</strong> The demon's voice grew lower, as he bent his knees and drew his blades, the scraping of metal like the sound of a guillotine being wound up. But as he lurched forward and prepared to strike, the fight had been engaged.<br><br>Aster dipped down and ducked from his attack, twisting her hand and slamming her right palm into his chest. The Force stone- a clear crystal tinted with a tiny touch of violet, seemed to react, and the demon gasped as he was sent back two or three steps- better than what any human could normally dare against someone his size. When he came again, he swept his scimitar down, and Aster leaned back, pressing her hands behind her and lifting her legs up, spreading them so that the scimitar's tip barely crossed between her legs without cutting a slit into the crotch of her leather pants. Just as quickly as she had brought herself back, she continued until she was on her feet, kneeling with both hands held out to her sides.<br><br>"I hope you're ready for me." Aster said, holding out her left hand and preparing to dance with the wicked spawn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 08:02:49</strong>
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				Fire and ash and rain poured ruin into the city, a cyclone of abomination that rent at the Innocent’s heart. It wasn’t an emotion as simple as helplessness that caught him as he moved toward the outer, stone-based, buildings; no, he did not feel sorrow for the lives lost, or as though he could have done more, in fact, he knew better. Rather, he felt ashamed that he hadn’t found the demons and murdered them sooner. In an odd way, he did feel responsible for people losing their lives, but in a distant, emotionless sort of numbers game kind of way. <br><br>A building exploded as he passed, sending debris flying. Quick, faster than most humans but not quite supernaturally so, the Innocent flung up his arm, wrist outward, in a precise block. Wood struck his arm, penetrated flesh, drew green blood and left a smearing bruise. A mortal’s arm would have been shattered; still, the injury looked severe. Blood oozed everywhere, both quick-flowing like water and syrupy simultaneously. The Innocent batted the wood away, steadied himself, and continued on, leaving the trail of blood behind.<br><br>He had no time for this, no time to bleed, as he’d heard one macho man say once in a similar battle.<br>&nbsp;<br>The scent of the Innocent’s blood was an aphrodisiac and attractant to demons of all sorts. By the time the Innocent had rounded the building to face the towering four-armed insect giant, the thing had a hard on the size of a mage tower and twice as thick, with dangly bits below roughly approximating the sex organs of a female baboon’s ass. Well, no one said demons were pretty. <br><br>Seeing the Innocent shift into view, the creature tilted its head to the side and made a curious high-pitched grunting sound. It might have been cute coming from something a little smaller and a little less like a rape-prone gorilla. <br><br>Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, the Innocent darted forward fast, the sheen of blue flaring around him even more brightly now. The creature extended an arm, missed by whiskers, then kicked a pillar-like foot, smashing the Innocent in the face and torso, sending him flying as well as any baseball. He landed on the roof of a nearby burning building, thudding three times in the process. <br><br><strong>“I don’t know whether to fuck you or eat you, boy,”</strong> the demon called in its rasping, almost metallic voice. <br><br>Rolling onto his stomach, the Innocent spat up teeth and blood. He made it to his feet quickly enough though, showing no signs that he felt the damage done to his body. More blood, green and bright, covered his beatific features. <br><br><strong>“Fuck you, mother fucking goat ass,” </strong>the Innocent murmured as he drew a Symbol in the air. He didn’t have access to many, but he didn’t need many, either. The elaborate whirling architecture swirled together in a motif of cold and distant spaces. Reaching out, the Innocent wrapped his hands in the somehow-solid symbol and raced across the roof. The stunned and probably amused Demon watched as the little boy launched himself like a blue-glowing rocket.<br><br>It reached out to bat the child-looking thing down, only to misjudge the Innocent’s flexibility; he rolled his legs up ahead of the spike-covered gauntlet on the demon’s lower left arm and extended his glowing fingers into straight lines. His impact with the creature’s flabby, chitin-covered gut produced a rupturing, popping sound roughly akin to the disgusting popping sound of a really big pimple exploding…multiplied a thousand times over. <br><br>The Innocent, half buried (head first) in the creature’s gut flailed around. His little legs kicked and kicked and the stunned creature seemed unable to react. In one moment, it screamed in pain as icy growths began spreading through its entrails, and in the other it was grabbing at the Innocent’s kicking legs. The little booger (the Innocent) managed to kick the demon’s fingers away three times before the fumbling, rapidly numbing, hands got a hold of him and wrenched him free. The frozen plague immediately stopped its spread throughout the creature’s torso, but much of the damage had been done – the creature was a web work of ice and flesh and armor and each patter of falling rain seemed to dig into that ice, to literally melt chunks of the creature away.<br><br>Still, it was alive. Cursing, drawing on infernal power, the Demon smashed the innocent, more or less head first into a nearby building, crushing the already weakened wall, spreading fire across the Innocent’s face and skin, but also across the Demon’s chilled hand. Without the ephemeral protection it had enjoyed – protection the ice had removed, the Demon howled in pain, reeled back and….tossed the Innocent like a bloody, flailing, football.<br><br>Screaming, the Innocent careened across the city. In the distance, through his one working eye (the other hung by the nerve ending across his cheek), the Innocent thought he could see another demon fighting some odd looking woman.<br><br>Grinning fiercely, the Innocent attempted to angle his body to intercept the Demon’s head-back area (though, he admitted to himself, he’d settle for the ass/scrotum area), and called out, <strong>“Fuck you fucking fuckers who fuck fucks!”</strong> Yeah, well, so he wasn’t that inventive, and his toothless mouth mostly blubbered, but it was the thought that counted, right?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 08:40:39</strong>
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				The demon began to spin his scimitars wildly, coming after her. As she saw him part the blades off to the sides, she saw her entrance. Aster dipped down and came up, balling up her left fist. Electric energy began to arc around her fist before she released it, slamming her hand palm-open against the large demon's stomach. The lightning vented, dancing over his callous dark gray skin until the energy was fully released. The demon stepped back and clutched his gut, dipping his head and groaning as steam rolled up from his body. He sharpened his sights back on the woman, and she wasted no time. When his crimson hellion hues found hers, she had the heel of her boot coming at his face with intoxicating speed, the square-ended three-inch heel plummeted into the demon's cheek. The beast's head snapped to the side and his body toppled over, his large hand catching the ground and keeping him from completely hitting the cobblestone. He turned his head up and growled, his other hand gripping his jaw and snapping his neck back into shape.<br><br>It was about this time that a smell penetrated and permeated the air. It was one unlike anything Aster had ever taken a breath of before. The little bit of demon in her caught onto it, and held onto it, like it was the most tantalizing thing to the body and she needed it. The human part of her outweighed the demon, but she only found herself barely resisting whatever urge it was bringing on...<br><br>"It's a..." She turned her head up, and the groan of the demon was now a rich, thrumming purr from the chest, a deep and devastating noise. The loin cloth was beginning to raise...<br><br>"Oh fuck me... not... literally... sheesh..." She couldn't deny as the scent was spreading and getting stronger, she was getting aroused herself. The woman watched the demon rip away his loin cloth and unveil the thick, throbbing callous member that made Aster's eyes widen as she scoffed in disgust.<br><br>"Jeez, it looks like a shellfish farm growing on your-"<br><br><strong>"Cram it."</strong> The demon purred, dropping its blades. She prepared her left hand and gathered up a fistful of fire, and plunged it forward. The demon crossed his arms and withheld the magic, before leaping forward and tackling her down. Her back hit the cobblestone and she gasped, her air knocked from her lungs before she made the sudden noise to refill her aching chest. She felt the demon rubbing his member against the inside of her thigh, and snickered quietly. <br><br>"You want to play games? You might be bigger and badder than me, but you can't <em>handle</em> a woman like me."<br><br>She reached down then with her right hand, wrapping her fingers around the hilt of the demon's cock and giving it a gentle squeeze. It's head raised up and it moaned out a little, throbbing as the smell of the Innocent's blood filled both of their senses.<br><br><strong>"I think I can."</strong><br><br>"Think again." <br><br>Just as she began to apply Force, the demon's eyes widened. To him it would feel like a tightening vortex around his member, quickly losing air and tightening to the point that it was making his cock almost- literally- explode. Just then, something fell into the back of the demon and the demon was dislodged from Aster's body. She did not release the penis however, but instead just gave the demon something to be <em>really</em> sore about. The demon howled out in pain as his callous shape was now riddled with a few cuts from her fingernails. She took in a long breath, and leaned up, jumping to her feet sooner than later. Then she saw him, the Innocent.<br><br>Her eyes closed and almost rolled back into her head, her fingertips on the ground. She filled her lungs with the smell of that boy's blood, and her body quivered. Her nipples grew firm and her womb tingled with excitement, but she tried her best to maintain control, letting out a quieted purr just as the demon had, a deep rumble from within her chest. <br><br>"You look like shit, but you smell delicious." Aster said, looking over at the demon. "Time to finish this." She came to a stand and faced him, and brought both hands together. At first, it looked like she was holding an invisible bow with her right hand. Force formed that invisible bow, and she drew the string of clear energy back. Then in her right hand, she created an electric bolt of energy in the form of an arrow. Crackling, snapping, and wild with energy. Releasing it, after having drawn it back as far as possible, the bolt struck the demon with the non-elemental strength behind it, sending the electricity into its depths and frying its multichambered heart. <br><br>Turning, she looked up at the other demon, and knew there was one more around.<br><br>"Hey kid, did I tell you you smell really damn good?" She scoffed, and covered her nose, but to no avail. Releasing her hand from her face, she knelt down next to the Innocent and poked him, resisting heavily the urge to lick his blood from her finger.<br><br>"Good God..." She shuddered, before looking at the kid. "You better be able to do something nice, like heal or play dead or at least make your blood run like a damn human's or demons, something a little less... potent. You're giving everything in a mile radius with a touch of evil in it a boner hard enough to crack coconuts." <br><br>She was losing her mind kneeling next to him, her lunar eyes were focused on him, and she was baring her teeth and speaking through their clenched nature at the end of her words. Standing up, she saw the other demon coming, another one like the one she'd battled, except human height and leaner, with a bald head and red eyes, pairing its arms with daggers, while its sweeping tail had a blade on it of its own nature. <br><br>"Damn it all to Hell and back..." Aster muttered, holding up her hands again and sliding her legs into a fighting position. That demon too, held a boner pressing against the black leather of his pants. Soon the lights flickered on her rings, and she readied lightning in one hand and a clenched fist simply empowered with Force on her right side. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 09:26:44</strong>
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				The Innocent collided with bare demonic asshole in what must have been the most ignoble landing ever. Seriously. He could feel part of his cheek wedge between the creature’s crusty backside-bum-covers. Thankfully, the sensation was incredibly brief as he and the creature tumbled away from the icky-looking human-ring-wearing woman. Crap, she had a lot of rings. Didn’t humans wear those when they mated men for life? Wow, she had a lot of lives on her fingers.<br><br>He counted in a burbling mess as she leaned to check on him, <strong>“One extra life…two extra lives…seven…eight….fuck lady, you own men like I own demon brains!”</strong> Delirious from the loss of blood, the Innocent managed to find his feet after a few sordid seconds. Reeling, back peddling, swaying left, then right, the boy’s dangling blue eye whirled around, clearly making him dizzy as he spluttered like a drunken…well…kid, <strong>“Does that mean you fucked all those guys too? Sheesh. Surrounded by stupid horny humans and stupid horny demons…”</strong><br><br>And with that, the boy collapsed, face first, on the corpse of the heart-exploded demon. <br><br>Meanwhile, the knife-wielding, erection-bearing demon, continued sauntering forward, slavering over the scent of the Innocent but looking straight at Aster. Maybe the demon wasn’t into screwing little boys and wanted something that would grip him good?<br><br>Oh, if only he knew about Aster’s rings of force. <br><br>As the demon moved to engage the remaining visible threat, the Innocent did the absolutely most disgusting thing that he could do in the situation. Using only his broken, torn, barely connected, jaw, he edged himself forward on the fallen demon’s corpse and…fuck…he began eating. Literally, gnawing with gummy lips, swallowing chunks of whole demon flesh, because his teeth didn’t really work. With one unbroken hand he reached up and tore into the creature’s stomach, eating entrails, acids, everything. <br><br>Unfortunately, the acids of a demon don’t really do well inside a child’s stomach. It began eating through him, visibly. As the sun pours through ice, so did the acid of the demon’s bile in the Innocent’s body. Still, he did not scream, did not show pain, as the bottom of his taut little boy stomach literally exploded outward and he began melting across the demon’s corpse. <br><br>In heartbeats, the hungry Innocent and the corpse of the fallen Demon literally vanished beneath a roiling clump of bubbling bile and acid, leaving Aster alone to deal with an all-too aroused demon. <br><br>No worries. Shit was about to get weird. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 09:38:15</strong>
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				As the demon came on closer, she only heard the rambling of this kid- which eagerly reminded Aster why she traveled around and preferred no company. Finally when the kid got quiet, she preferred to answer, after having dodged a few swings of the daggers and swiping tail of the demon before her. The midnight-haired vixen did not care to turn around, but instead only focused her eyes on the demon before her, though it was casting odd glares in the direction behind her...<br><br>"Hey kid, I'm not married to tons of men. I'd explain to you my magic, but you already have proven to be too-" She ducked from an incoming swipe and brought a hard side kick up to the demon's chest, only so it could grab her leg and jerk her towards him, ending in her thrusting a hard hand into him with an invisible burst of energy that sent him toppling down a few feet away. "-Ignorant to understand. Trust me, I don't deal in the likes of men, I can barely put up with the testosterone long enough to put this beast's lights out." She growled, still semi-aroused from the boy's blood. <br><br>Finally she came in, and the demon was- oddly enough- distracted, allowing her to bring her knee up to the almost rock-hard erection before bringing that same knee down and up into its chest. She prepared to send her knee a third time upward, jabbing her hard joint into its jaw, but it grabbed her and spun her so she could see what was going on. Lifting her off of her feet, the demon bound her hands with one of his own and wrapped his tail around her leg so that the bladed tip was pressing against her navel and dipping just a bit as if to slowly scissor away her pants. But of course, now that she knew why the delicious boy was no longer speaking, she was too appalled to be concerned with the demon who would've been stripping and fucking her had he not too been baring witness to the hideous sight before them.<br><br>"Kid? Ugh..." She shut her eyes and opened her hands against the demon's lower abdomen, readying her rings to just burst a bit of raw power against him, though she felt her limit coming. Her right hand was beginning to hurt, Force was hard to control and having a strength and speed boost venting into her body via those rings was rough on her right hand. She felt like she'd punched a hundred brick walls with that hand, and she knew if she kept using the rings on that hand, she'd fracture her wrist- a wound that would disable the use of her right handed rings for a day or so. Which was far too long to be half-defensed in the business of hunting demons.<br><br><strong>"Well, ready to die?"</strong><br><br>"Yeah, go on and try me, tell me how I <em>taste</em>." Aster then mocked the demon, trying to focus not on the toiling mess of... stuff, where the demon and boy were, and instead on the demon itself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 09:59:56</strong>
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				The Innocent’s feast summoned the Others in an inward flash of release intangible to the world around him. In his death, the construct’s corridors of thought opened. White light surrounded the Innocent, outlining the sealed doors along the corridor. Behind the final door, barely in view, sealed with bars and runes of power vast enough to fill a planet, a soft murmur eschewed.<br><strong>“Boy, you bled enough to empty our reserves. You know who you’ve set free.”</strong><br>And in the moment of clarity – the moment of death – the Innocent <em>did </em>know and hated it, hated it worse than anything else, hated it with the purity of a white hot sun. His hatred was not enough to still his feet though. Down the hall he walked, past doors with names above them, names he could not see, could not read, until he finally came to the one door he knew. Above it, limned in lurid purple, were two words: “<strong>The Corrupter</strong>.” <br><strong>“The Demon might get away. It might kill her. Stop holding back,”</strong> The voice from the end of the hall came again, serene in its calmness. <em>That</em> one never got out, not ever. How the Innocent knew, he could not say, but he was certain.<br>Lifting one hand, the Innocent reached out and gingerly traced the smooth not-wood of the white door. Through it, he could sense the Corrupter, could feel his urgent, world-devouring greed, his incessant hunger, his demonic nature. For a moment, that nature touched him, and in that moment the Innocent became a man not just in rough-shape, but in spirit as well. Desire gripped him…desire held him…desire ate him away.<br>A door closed. Inscribed above it, “<strong>The Innocent.</strong>” A door opened, and the other came forth.<br>&nbsp;A soft hiss oozed from the combined mush of the Innocent and the Demon. Flesh bubbled gently as though too hot, bubbled and flowed like wax. What little smooth flesh there remained gave way to bone and where bone was revealed, it gave way to white syrup. The remaining eye, so blue and innocent, popped in its socket and oozed down a bloody cheek as smooth as milk. Disintegrating, the Innocent’s corpse pulled the demon with him, pulled him into a single pile of pink viscera. <br>All this happened while the remaining Demon fought and watched and hesitated.&nbsp; <br>At first, the residue remained quiescent, still as in death. Then, rallying against unconsciousness, against formlessness, the Corrupter came forth. Blue-white magic, the power of the Innocent, flared, expanded, transformed, became red and black and silver and within the structure, the lattice of that power, flesh once again flowed, though this skin was a taut amber, a deep golden brown. Muscle and bone followed, though the muscle and bone that inflated the skin was not the same as before, for its properties were unique in and of themselves. <br>&nbsp;<br>Tall, well over six feet, the Corrupter came into the world as a nude God. Bronzed, carved from hard marbleized flesh, the rippling power of his ineffable musculature was without second. Red-black hair sprung from a bald pate, flowing to frame aquiline features and a perfectly pert European nose that held its own above sensuously promising lips. Sunset eyes flickered open, hypnotic and infinite in their range, giving way to the first, ultimately sensual sigh of rebirth. At his feet, between his sculpted thighs and perfect calves, the remaining flesh of the Innocent, the totality of a single aspect of power burst into dark light and swarmed up across the Corruptor’s body. Sheathing him in black silks, embroidered with silver and red dragons that hugged the perfect lines of his muscular, yet lithe body. <br>Standing, nonplussed by his arrival, the Corrupter oozed an aura of desire, a whispering hint of soft moans, of nails against flesh, or climactic struggles ending in renewed bouts of pleasure. Looking at the Demon and the woman in his embrace, the thing that had been the Innocent frowned. <br><strong>“Holding a woman like that in my presence is…unbecoming.”</strong> As he said the words to the stunned Demon, the Corruptor ran a long nailed finger across a tiny symbol woven in his clothes. A pattern of white-hot heat settled across the Demon’s head, blinding it. The Corrupter shifted his gaze to the woman, looked her up and down, as though intrigued, then arched a delicate brow as if to say, “Well, he’s your demon. Finish him.” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 10:13:49</strong>
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				The two were lost as they watched, but she was tearing her eyes away and sucking every ounce of power she could summon into her hands. Feeling it coursing in her veins, under her skin, flooding her muscles and almost oozing out of her fingerprints. She found her focus strong, even though what came of the pile where the Innocent once bubbled into remains was now a handsome man, one who reminded her much of tales of the Incubi. The same thing resurfaced, that instantaneous arousal by nature, he was what her demon side wanted and she knew it when she inhaled his essence. Her nose was going to get her either laid, killed, or both one of these days. But she had to give it to the morphing man/men/things. They knew how to attract demons.<br><br><em>Perhaps they can lead me to Leviathon and lend me aid.<br><br>Noo, I would go mad in my primal heat around that loud-mouthed brat and this... seductive gentleman? Ugh....</em><br><br>As the demon was blinded, she acted quickly. The tail cut across her abdomen, let the smooth rich red blood come to the surface though the cut was not deep enough for her to worry of. She felt her feet hit the ground and she turned around quickly, pivoting on her foot and aiming her left hand back. Lighting crackled in her palm, an orb that grew larger and large, then immediately shrank into a compact and concentrated sphere in her hand. She shoved her fist forward, grabbing the demon's jaw with her finger and thumb, digging her nails into its flesh as she forced her fingernails and fingertips between the demon's jaw bone through his cheeks, forcing his mouth wide open. And from her palm, a crack of thunder came to be, as the lightning was immediately thrust from her stronghold of power and into the demon's throat, zapping to him and venting in the manner of thick arcs of blue that cut through the demon's pants and seared the earth as they met the ground. <br><br>Releasing the demon, the body fell, steam rolling off of it and the smell of fried demon meat in the air. She pulled her hands together and rubbed them, before turning and looking at the man. Her arched brow raised and she pursed her lips in a position of curiosity.<br><br>"I've got a lot of questions, and something tells me I'm just better off to not even ask." Aster purred. "Thank you for the help." She continued then, before moving down to the demon. She checked its person, for anything. Crystals, jewels, stones, something. But nothing. The other one would've been a waste to check- he had gotten naked before he died, she knew nothing was on him. And the other one? Abolished, checking for little leftovers worth saving was useless now.<br><br>"Where were you when that kid was bleeding aphrodisiac on the streets?" <em>Eh, not like he's any better, smelling of pheromones that could make any red-blooded woman collapse before him in his will.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 10:49:27</strong>
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				(http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTGbly18pRDE-b4aULAB9Q1zobdRQJm7_K0qReIkRDQ7XltF0Xjdg)<br><br>The Corrupter’s sunset hued eyes, infinite and symphonic, met the woman’s query with an even sort of predatory hunger. Looking around at the debris, at the burned city, at the carnage, he frowned sourly, then responded in that melodious voice of his, “I was not here until he was gone. That is all I know.”<br><br>Moving forward – and holy hell – he moved like liquid sex, all boneless motion with just enough of a sway to hint at a not-quite splitting manhood, he reached down and ran his fingers across some remnants of the Innocent’s blood. Frowning, a look that clouded his too handsome features, he hissed, “A cheap knock off. His blood is bait, not the real ambrosia of its sort.” He glanced up at the woman but did not qualify his statement.<br><br>“I’m sure the Innocent brought me here chasing some Demon. It is his life’s goal to kill them all.” Sour-looking, he sighed, “It won’t do him or me any good to stay in this city. The demons’ death curses will spread through the town and kill anyone without enough magic or demonic blood to resist. We’d best go and find some place to talk, or rest, or whatever you need.” <br><br>He looked at her evenly, waiting to see what she would decide. His eyes slipped down her toned, tantalizing body, across the trickle of blood on her abdomen. Hissing disapprovingly, he commented, “Perfection need not be flawed. I am no fighter – but I can heal your kind.” It was an offer, though the details…well, by the look in his eyes, it was clear that he’d get some sort of pleasure out of the process. <br><br>(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTiQnehXj6hCjPgGegQD9slIH5YQKfU2Y67TWfJNVeODJYYL98XRg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 17:23:20</strong>
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				Watching this man move, these strange names, and his intoxicating voice- it all was enough to make her want to crouch into a pouncing stance before jumping on that man and clawing his clothes off with her bare hands to have her way with him. Resist, she thought. Aster took in a long, slow breath, eyes obviously watching his hips as he moved forward, his chest as he breathed, his hair in the ashen breezes swept up by the heat of the fires. She did not hide that she was reveling the man's figure and existence, but she did also care to show on that expression the stubborn nature it was of her not to indulge in the sexual pleasures. She'd only had herself one man, and after that was when her brother was taken from her. She currently had a lot to do, a full task list, and until she found her little brother, she didn't plan on making any stupid stops, starting addictions, or enticing her desires. Her desire was to slay Leviathon, one of the most famed demons of the Underworld, and use the Soul Crystal to restore her younger brother to life once more.<br><br>But holy damn, the Corrupter was absolutely gorgeous to a fault, and had she not been on this quest, she would've been riding him so hard-<br><br>"I..." Her mind was slow to react as she drew her eyes to gaze fearlessly into his, trying to collect her now scattered thought and hide any signs of her arousal started by the Innocent's blood. "I will take you up on your offer, since it is rare for me to find anyone who can heal, and even with my magic, I cannot heal myself." Aster began to move towards the Corrupter, coming next to his body and looking up at him with a wild look in her eyes, those smooth brilliant eyes like full moons, reflecting bits of the burning city. "Let's leave then. Your choice. To the hills to take shelter in the dipping meadow near the estuary, or to the seashore down east of the city, near where the cliffs cast caverns and alcoves overhead?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 02:37:42</strong>
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				Standing there like some sort of blazing bonfire of addictive qualities, ones that coaxed not only lust but every lurid fantasy, no matter how dark, out of the most forbidden bounds of the psyche, the man watched Aster approach with a wry, hungry glint in his eyes. Flourishing his hand, a rippling motion that activated one of the tiny symbols woven in his robe, he managed to make a fluted bottle appear.<br><br>Blue, woven through with delicate highlights and dancing, elven, energies, he drew the thin-throated bottle to his mouth and, as she watched, extended his serpentine – forked – pierced, tongue into the bottle. There were three…no four small studs bisecting that tongue, barely fitting past the open mouth. Tilting the bottle back, he swallowed deeply, then released it. As it fell, it vanished and his clothes flourished, hinting that they were able to contain the object. He might not have been a warrior, but the Corrupter had his uses.<br><br>Thirst quenched, he moved closer, warmth like a bonfire spreading across her pelvis. Leaning down with a muscular agility that belied his apparent human nature, he allowed that velvet, absolutely smooth tongue to crawl across her skin, over the small cut – inches above her pelvis. His breath…oh gods…his breath…it sank into her, sank through her, sang to her in inappropriate and horrific ways and, suddenly, the injury flashed closed. Leaning back, the Corrupter licked his lips and glanced out to the harbor. “They came across the sea, these three. I can taste their desire in the air. Perhaps we should take a boat, if you are a sailor, or perhaps…” his thought trailed off as he looked down into the debris of the dying city.<br><br>A few people, hearty survivors who had taken refuge, were attempting to free themselves from the rubble. Scowling, the Corrupter took an involuntary step forward, cursing beneath his breath eloquently. Reaching down, toward the remains of the second demon, he quickly traced several symbols. The corpse of the demon twitched, skin flowing into a more pleasant, human-like shape, and stood. Jerkily at first, like a puppet controlled by an unskilled master, then more lithely, it moved away to help the survivors. After it left, the Corrupter sagged, drained, but apparently relieved.<br><br>He explained, voice low, “I am…compelled…to help the innocent. Even when it costs me vital power,” he glanced down. His silken, black, garb had streaks of gray through it. Almost indiscernibly, that gray faded back to black, but it was a slow, slow process. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 02:51:54</strong>
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				The Corrupter came forward, ready to aid her wounds. But the closer he got to her, the more her predator and instincts began to jolt through her. He was seductive, and it wasn't just the way he moved or spoke, it was <em>him</em>. When he leaned down and traced that serpent tongue over her flesh though, Gods be with her, because had she not her resolve she would've beckoned him to move lower with the dark demanding trait inscribed into her very soul. But Aster refrained. She instead pushed her fingernails into his hair, gripping two handfuls of his long beautiful locks and leaning her head back. She bit her lower lip between her teeth and refrained from a moan or a shudder as his tongue seemed to make her walls clench, and his breath gave a warmth to her core that only made her wet. <br><br>But when he removed himself, she released his hair. While that fine silk of his mane felt perfect locked between her fingers, she had only gripped his hair so gently so that should he make a move she didn't want, she'd fry him with her power. As he then continued, she never once took her hues from him. Her body was tense, and her thighs trembling just the tiniest amount, but she forced herself calm once more as he stepped a good bit away from her. <br><br>The construct he'd then made was astonishing, and she pondered his magic abilities, though she even more so pondered other things of him that she wish her mind and body would both get over. Aster listened to his then following words, having only taken her eyes off of him to watch the humanoid thing walk away to help the survivors. Oh, such a good man. Ugh. He was almost as bad as the loud-mouthed child, but if he got close to her again, he'd probably rank up worse than that kid.<br><br>"If they came across the sea, then we shall go. The port here still has some cargo ships in tact that already have supplies for travel on them. It's just a matter of going and getting one." She looked at the Collector again, and took a long, slow breath. "Let's go then, and track the demons down. I'm hunting one specifically that I feel like all these little ones will lead me to in the long-run."<br><br>As she turned away from him, pressing her hand to her navel and caressing the spot where his tongue had flowed, she finally gave her name.<br><br>"My name is Aster Lore, a pleasure to meet you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 03:16:37</strong>
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				The Corrupter considered the girl’s offered hand for a moment. There was only one acceptable response: capturing her fingers, he brought them to his lush, soft lips and kissed, lightly. He stood back up, smiling that frightful knowing smile, as though he knew precisely what she felt and what her inner most forbidden hungers were, then gestured to the docks.<br><br>“To you, M’lady, I can be dearest, beloved, Master or your desires, or Darius, depending on your mood.” Somehow, he managed to deliver that line without cracking a smile. Somehow, he made it sound reasonable, even romantic. The fucker. <br><br>He released her hand and moved with her down, deeper into the town, to the aforementioned docks. In truth, almost all of the ships further away from the city had survived, but their crew had taken a huge hit. The third demon, the one with the knives, had been there from the beginning. There were no visible survivors – blood coated every surface but the bodies…they were simply gone. After a few minutes of surveying the area, the roughly human-looking construct he’d created came jogging down the wood toward them. Somewhere, the sexless thing had managed to find bright pink pants and a cape. Hairless, shirtless, it looked ridiculous. The Corrupter smirked at it, then turned to look at his companion.<br><br>“My construct can help with a ship – if we find a small, fast one, we should be okay.” He looked back, deeper into the town and frowned. “I need to feed, but this isn’t an appropriate day, or place.” He gestured to Aster’s hands and her extremely long swords, “If we travel alone together, I need to know you won’t kill me for looking at you.” He smiled disarmingly, not explaining his nature – he felt it was clear enough.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 03:27:52</strong>
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				As he spoke, she listened. As he kissed her hand, she had to yet again scrounge up all of her will to not shudder and take him where he stood. Damn this creature, she wanted the kid back.<br><br>When he offered his names though, she knew his nature immediately. She had thought she knew it, and now she was definitely sure of it. Aster knew what the Corrupter was, and she knew she'd have to protect her sanity with a ten foot halberd aimed at his throat. Thus when his later comment about knowing she wouldn't kill him made her burst out in one sharp, short laugh. <br><br>"Not kill you? I'll cut you a deal." She began. "I won't kill you by any means. But if you get too close to me, if I have to or feel the need to, I will use force to make space. And if you persuade me not for space, whatever consequence comes from it you will be left to deal with. I will fight you should I feel that need, but I won't kill you. And I'll try not to hurt you <em>too</em> much."<br><br>She began to walk then, heading for the docks. "And a small boat will be fine, I could care less as long as we get there..." Aster paused, looking at the... unique, sexless construct, before peering over her shoulder at the Corrupter and trying to keep some distance between that fine piece of man and herself. She could smell him in every breath, and on her tongue when she parted those full lips. "As far as names, I'll be calling you Stranger til I trust you." <br><br><div align="center">~XXX~</div><br><br>As they reached the docks, she continued endlessly on her long, eager strides, until she could reach a small traveling boat. She grabbed the rope tied to the dock and pulled the boat in, the Strength crystal giving a bit to her overall strength. As the boat bumped the wood, she untied the rope and ushered the other two to get in.<br><br>"If you know where they came from, you can direct us, and your puppet can steer us on." Aster said, getting into the boat lastly and drawing the rope in, before she began to set the sail. When the boat was ready, and moving, she then took her seat...<br><br>Across the boat from Stranger while shooting him glares every few seconds as if to burn the seductive air about him with the metaphorical lasers she would've been producing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 03:40:28</strong>
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				The Corrupter, oddly enough, seemed comfortable with her knowing his nature; he neither denied her glances, nor complied with her suspicions. In all honesty, with a lesser female – the average bar maid, or eager teenage farmer’s daughter, he would have concealed his true identity and, well, done what he did. With a woman of power, particularly a woman with demonic blood in her, even the smallest sensations of her lust fed him immensely. It was as though the two were made for one another – she to feed him, him to tease her.<br><br>Despite the distant feeding’s effectiveness though, it was nothing like the real thing, nothing like what he needed to restore the stores that the Innocent had all but emptied. His subsequent symbol use hadn’t helped either, and the construct was a constant drain on him. The Corrupter was a master of manipulating emotion, desire, and could make&nbsp; illusions and shift his shape, but his access to other spells was extremely costly. Draining, even.<br><br>As his pet moved to the rear of the boat to begin its obedient tasks – drawing on skills from the demon’s consumption of the sailor’s souls – probably those who had piloted this very boat, Darius moved to stand near the helm, as far away from his companion as possible. Only then did he allow his hunger free.<br><br>Wave after wave of onion-like power flowed around him, an attractant and aphrodisiac without par, without limit – that of a full fledged Incubus writ large, larger than could be comprehended without experience. The furthest of his auras, of which there were six, extended thirty feet away from him and each subsequent one overlapped a few feet inward. It was dangerous to approach him now; however, he felt confident that if his companion knew his nature, she’d find his need for isolation reason enough to avoid him. He was being cautious for both of them.<br><br>If he could, he’d have just suppressed his nature and hunger indefinitely. Unfortunately, that was not possible. Even if could not feed…he had to be him at some point. He would let Aster take the helm as he pointed out the way, “Toward Iswald, two hundred miles to the East.” A week journey, if the winds held true. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 03:52:11</strong>
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				Aster watched him, and felt like the first few minutes of them parting from the docks was taking an eternity. It took all of her effort to suppress the thick purr in her chest, keeping it from existing. After a few minutes though, he moved to the opposite end of the boat, and began to expand some... Aura that was like a lotus blossoming around his body. Her crystals glowed, he was a well of ability and if she could stand to be around that aura, she could take a crystal and file some of that seductive energy into a stone, create a ring purely to enhance her sexual attractiveness to draw demons in like flies to her. She now could not withstand it, as she moved to the pronged wheel to steer. The purr formed, that rumble that most humans didn't do because it took training and an instinct, and she had it when she drank Leviathon's blood and became part demon under his spell. It rolled through her breasts, a warm vibration that made her at least feel a little better about dealing with the impossible to resist arousal that was radiating off of the Corrupter. <br><br>She steered off to the east, and the sail turned, and the boat took course. A week's journey, she thought, damn what a horrible trip it would be. Gods, help her, she needed to resist the feel of that man, or his kiss and touch, the warmth of his sweet seed that was probably just as much of a drug as the Innocent's blood. <br><br>"So Stranger," she called back to him, "is that the point of your existence? To seduce, and allure? Does it make you stronger to feed off of someone's energy?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 04:19:43</strong>
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				The Corrupter shifted at the front of the ship, still pointing the way tirelessly, arm extended forward like an iron bar until he was certain that she was on track, then, finally, lowered it and simply held on to the ship’s bow, keeping himself firmly in place. When he saw her shift closer, he braced himself for the effort it would take to suppress his power and was thankful that she went to the helm instead of closer to him. <br><br>He responded to her question, voice carrying easily in the soft wind blowing away from the burning city, “I exist to feed. And feed. And feed until I am full to bursting. That is my only function, my only desire. As for why that is…you’d have to ask whoever gave me birth.” He shrugged, looking oddly helpless despite his assertive, predatory nature. <br><br>Tilting his head to the side, sending a cascade of that velvet, rippling hair across his cheek and lips, he asked back, “Why do you hunt this demon? I was made to do so, forced to do what I do. What draws you along this dangerous path?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 04:32:33</strong>
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				He was made? Constructed like that puppet, by someone else? The magic involving these two, the Stranger and the Kid, were curious things indeed. Aster pondered what made him, and what he meant by feed til he was full. For someone like him, did there exist a meaning to "full", or did he just feed to satisfy the emptiness that came of <em>not</em> feeding? And if he were full, did the kid come back? Were there other personas locked in the mystery that shrouded him and the kid? Her mind was buzzing with questions, but she just faced the direction needed, steering the boat as the Corrupter gazed outward with the silken locks cascading around him like a curtain of allure.<br><br>"Me?" She said, "I have something to take back. A very powerful demon did two things to me. He took something from me, and gave something to me thinking it would lure me to follow and serve him. What he was wrong about was thinking he could either kill me or make me his personal slave to his desires, for I took what he gave me and it made me stronger, if not more willed to destroy him. I hunt demons, in all truth, in the name of my Brother." She watched the puppet come and let it take the wheel seeing as how it was now a straight path to take. <br><br>Aster faced the man then, and studied his glorious features. He was... so...<br><br>"Well then, this is going to be oodles of fun." Aster whispered, turning away from him and sliding back further from his body and avoiding his aura as best as she could. When she settled, she took out a small pouch of gemstones and began working the stones out of her rings, and heaving out a sigh as the power escaped her body and she was left only with the basic Mage abilities to a light enough standard of barely being non-offensive.<br><br>As she drew those stones into the pouch, she pulled out six more crystals to replace into her rings, to account for six abilities when she needed them. But she picked some out of the six, and traded them for others in the mix, unsure of what abilities to take on for the upcoming battles when they reached the shore- or even before should a demon spot them at sea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 04:53:47</strong>
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				Looking back at the woman, the Corrupter frowned, feeling something stir within him, some distant memory twitch into place. He spoke warily, “Love is a dream. A child’s toy to be crushed – all crystal and glass and falsehoods. Lust, desire, those are things you can count on. Why does a woman need a man to father her children? To be a provider and a protector – under the guise of love. Easier to call it a transaction. That would be more honest.” <br><br>When and if she looked up, she’d see the man’s sunset eyes hues of purple, somber and lost in memories; his face was surprisingly slack, unguarded. “And why does a man want a woman? For her mouth, to feel like a real man – otherwise he is empty, pointless, without someone to protect. These are feelings that come from our bodies, not our hearts.” He dropped his gaze down to his chest and reached up, feeling the dense musculature within his shirt as though covering up the beat of his heart.<br><br>“Do you know how many women have tried to fill this vessel up? A succubus came close, once. She, I think, loved me as purely as one can love. She called me insatiable,” he laughed, a hard, black sound. “Me? The Corrupter, called insatiable by a succubus?” His words trailed off and he looked back out to the sea.<br><br>“When I woke up, she was dead. I found a few stands of blond hair in her fist and knew the story. I traced her back though, traced her magic until I found her other lovers and their plan to use me.” His face went bland, harder than stone and his auras of desire grew, if anything, more palpable, almost visible. “I am empty, but my void is far more honest than anything any human can feel.” With that, he went quiet and contemplated the ocean. It was one thing to be him, and another to say the words to confirm it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 05:12:01</strong>
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				The Corrupter spoke, about love being empty, about all the needs and urges being real, while love was just a disguise. Ha! What foolishness. Love was no disguise or fake thing to shelter and rename what we "needed". Love was just rare. Rarer than most people. She believed infatuation made humans mad over each other, made people wed one another, she was infatuated once. Though she thoroughly believed she had never loved a man. The first and only man who'd ever had Aster instilled in her the feelings of primal hatred, the disgust towards her own race, and the standby emptiness that let her watch a city of people be destroyed without shedding a tear or a care alike. What he did, that foolish mortal, would always make her chase demons. After Leviathon, she'd have her brother til he was able to be alone, and join those filthy breeding mongrels, and she would take her own life or lead the rest of it out alone, a fable to be hunted by demons when her time was to come. <br><br>Her mind snapped back to attention. <br><br><em>Love does exist though, just not in this day, in this age, with all the greed and stupidity that fills the human mind like a virus.</em><br><br>"You speak a lot, have been through a lot. I will test you one day, as you are already testing me. Lust? Desire? Those things are true you say, but they are not. What is true, is resistance. I do not give in to what I feel I want, or need, I live by a goal and I chase it with everything, without sidetracking or distractions. But I feel those things, only to ignore them. Just as I feel them for you. I lust for you, as it is your nature to attract and I've become nothing more than a beast in a mortal form, I want you in the primal sense of a woman wanting a man's body, to seek the desire and passion I have left unkindled and uncared for since the only mortal man I shared my bed with proved to me that nothing is worth giving into those urges if you will never forget what you did or what became of it. Everything leaves a scar, so I avoid making scars.&nbsp; Scars are reminders, just as real as love is. But scars are more common, and love is but a distant memory, and I acknowledge that in all my life, I have never felt love, but only <em>possibly</em> for my younger brother to whom I swore a greater life than my own without the track of Leviathon hunting down our family. I lied, but I can undo lies, his life is not over yet. Though his body is buried and his vessel is rot, unable to be revived, I captured his soul, and with his soul I can save him." <br><br>Aster paused, realizing she too had gone on something of a rant. "Do not believe in only the urges because those are all you have felt, or all you acknowledge of yourself. If you believe not in love, then you will live a life without ever recognizing it when it came to you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 05:26:09</strong>
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				Darius looked at the woman, listened to her words, the hollowness of her life, the pointlessness of her existence – she lived to kill and to perform a duty and nothing more. In a way, her life was as hollow, if not more so, than his own. He exited to feed. She existed to fill a need. If she’d been a succubus, she could have been the emotional twin of the Demoness he’d ruined. He smirked over at her callously, not out of respect or desire – but something cold and empty. She was his mirror. Appropriate that they should be together on this voyage.<br><br>“I don’t sleep. Feel free to rest and eat. I’ll need to be alone for most of the time until I find a food source a little less scrappy.” He shrugged dismissively toward her and turned away, as though his revelations from moments ago had not happened, as though memories that should not have been there…still were not. <br><br>He did not want her to see the look in his eyes as he watched the daylight fade and the shard that was his soul cackle in glee at his desperate pain.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 05:47:43</strong>
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				As he spoke and turned away, Aster narrowed her eyes at him and shrugged it off, not caring really about any of it all. He was going to take her to where she wanted to go, and then she'd be away from his wicked persuasion that made her want to kneel at his feet and taste his flesh- every single delicious inch. She shook it off again, and continued to focus on getting her crystals set out. While her rings were empty and held no stone, she reached over the side of the boat and leaned outward, running the cool sea water against her hands. When she drew them back into the boat, her hands felt better, the water soothing the soft ache in her hands.<br><br>Sitting, she began to finally put the crystals into place. On her left hand she used three crystals composing of the same element of Lightning, while her other hand was Force, Healing, and Strength. <br><br>After having set the stones into her rings, she laid down on a bench-like crossboard on the back of the boat, opposite of the Corrupter. Her eyes fell shut and she let one last statement fall into the air in a whisper.<br><br>"If I have to rise the seas, and delve the Hells, I'm coming for you Leviathon." <br><br>And with that, she drifted into a light sleep...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 07:08:22</strong>
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				The Corrupter felt his hunger as keenly as a blade, his vast emptiness as surely as the ocean itself. It was his nature to be so, for whenever he was full…he…inevitably went away. He hadn’t thought of it in those terms; being complete meant that he became someone else. Being whole meant that he was able to empower something, or someone, to be more than he was. It was not the nature of the Corrupter to think deeply about anything more than the next kiss, the next caress, the next longing sigh, and it bothered him. <br><br>Vaguely, desperately, he searched inward for some relief, some sign that whatever power had made him had created another persona, another body, another anything, to give his extravagant torment an escape. His exigency was without respite; however. There was no one else to bear his burden, no other force to assuage his emotional pain. What had triggered this, what had the girl said or done to make him so utterly unable to breathe and think?<br><br>Finally, another boat began drawing near in the night. Illuminated by a few dim magical lanterns, the ship ran low in the water and her deck was filthy – even in the distance, Darius could see that. Could see it, and could sense its nature. What other ship would haul cargo at night, low in the water, to a major shipping city? A slaver. <br><br>He could practically *feel* the pussy waiting for him. Wordlessly, he commanded his construct – the one still draining his reserves – to angle them toward the bigger boat. With any luck, his companion would remain asleep while he freed…and fed…on the slaver’s cargo.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 07:33:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font">If you want me dead, then you cannot sit by and wait for it. Kill me.<br><strong>Slay me Leviathon!</strong></span></span></div><br><em>The demon did just as she asked. Standing tall over her young body, he gripped her by the throat and raised her up til she dangled like a ragdoll. Her fight was not over, she squirmed and pushed against him, digging her nails into his wrists. But her Crystal magic, she was still so weak. She only bore one crystal on each hand, and even then, it was too much. Her wrists were broken and bruises lined the insides of her arms and palms, her fingers marked with spidery black veins. Writhing did nothing though. She was waiting, finally, as she dropped her hands and stopped her assault.<br><br>Leviathon looked upon her, his eyes were as piercing black when you looked to them, but when they looked to you... When his eyes met hers, the irises lit like a thousand hellish fires, and she was sucked in. It was as if he were devouring her soul with those eyes. Cold began to sink in from her skin, headed towards her bones. First her extremities, then trailing to her core. Aster felt as though she were being petrified. But no, not yet.<br><br><strong>"I will spare you of this wretched corpse your soul remains stuck to. Resistant, and pathetic, but you have a will unlike any other. You just won't take death easily, and I admire that. Even now, with darkness strangling your fragile beating heart, you somehow survive. So I will grant you something... better..."</strong><br><br>He plunged his free hand into her gut then, her shirt already torn to the point that her navel was availed. His claws dug into her skin, then her insides. His callous fingers were twisting her innards, stirring her organs and poisoning her blood. Screams burst from her lips and she could cry no tears for the pain dried them with the fire that flooded her veins. His hand dug deeper, still, until his wrist was pushed right into the tight grip of her now dying body. Suddenly, he found what he wanted, and ripped his arm back. <br><br>The perfect grip of her lungs, he tore them with his nails. His thumb carved her heart, and his palm had cupped as to sweep down and crush everything together on its way out. A bloody mess became of that young girl, as she collapsed to the floor, the inside of her body from the gaping hole Leviathon left filled with crimson blood and black poison.<br><br><strong>"Now, prepare to rise under me, my beautiful doll."</strong><br><br>He reached up to his tongue, piercing the very center of his serpent like muscle with his fingernail. Before the blood could even flow, he'd dropped to his knee and hooked his arm under the human girl, bringing her up and pressing his lips to hers. His tongue swept between her lips, and went deeper into her body than she could've imagined.<br><br>The blood, he'd sent it straight to her heart. Used his tongue to set the seed within her, that seed which would turn her into a part demon herself, one that would crave him and want him- or so he thought. When he broke the deadly kiss and was done giving the pomegranate to his Persephone, he released her, and disappeared, garnishing the Soul Crystal in his palm as he faded into the smoke.<br><br>There she lay, bleeding, boiling, burning. Fire, pain, ice, emptiness, raw, suffocation, dead, but so alive... Her eyes finally fell shut, and began the year of sleep... As she closed her eyes, her soul sank into the deepest pit of her body, and the world went black.<br><br></em><div align="center">Brother, I'll save you...<br>...But I have to save myself first...</div><br><br>The memories of her semi-rebirth into what she was now haunted her nightmares, and she was quivering in the cold night air. Her fingers curled into her palm, recalling the wake she had from that sleep, waking up as someone she hadn't been before. The dark haired teenage Crystal Mage woke into a blue-haired demon hunter, meant to be Leviathon's pet, but warped with the hatred that toiled inside of her that 12 months of soul hibernation as her body slowly healed.<br><br>Lurching up sharply, Aster gasped, eyes wide and bright as she stared at her lap, stared at her hands and the rings. Dear God, what a horrible memory, what a horrid scar on her mind. She took a long breath, and exhaled slowly, looking up at the construct... But where was... the Corrupter?<br><br>Turning her head she saw the slave ship next to them, and she felt her eyes widen. What was going on?! Her eyes fell upon the puppet Stranger had made, and then the ship again.<br><br><em>Is he FEEDING?!</em> She felt the words send her stomach almost into her throat, what was she going to do? She had to stop him, how far off course had they gone! <br><br>"Dammit." Aster said, preparing to sneak onto the slave ship and scold the Corrupter for leaving and get him away from his jollies.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 07:58:35</strong>
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				The sixth and furthest aura was the aura of smell, at least right now. When the little slip they had commandeered gently came abreast of the much larger and poorly manned cruiser, Darius allowed his aura to shift forward; instead of extending into a thirty foot sphere, it pushed again, all sixty feet meshing with the boards of the ship now adjacent to their own. <br><br>Within the hold human women moaned out in desperate and sudden desire as the Corrupter’s intoxicating aroma invaded them, inspired them as surely as his hand on their bodies would have. Each aura related to a different sense, but each was, more or less, equally capable of corrupting others. <br><br>The few sailors who were awake were extremely alert, but the sounds of wanton moaning below turned their attention away from their posts. One spoke up, “Look ‘ere lads, the ‘ores want third and fourths. Why don’t we give ‘em what for?” Minus the man assigned to head the helm, the remaining five crew who were awake began bustling downstairs to the all-too-willing women.<br><br>Darius could feel the violations that had been done to the women through his aura, could feel how they’d been raped, no matter how innocent, no matter how young and his geas clenched around his heart as tightly as a vice. Hating what he had to do, he rolled his fingers across his clothes, further draining his vestiges of power. Energy, magical might, flowed through his aura and to the women it was designed to affect most forcefully.<br><br>In the hold, women found themselves filled with demonic lust. Rope eyebolts that had been secured strongly enough for half-starved, nearly raped-to-death women split like cheese cloth as they turned on their captors – redhot, sharp nails and teeth cutting through the surprised men like butter. Darius, the Corruptor, the man who fed on lust and desire and not carnage, expended his power to shift lust, to empower the violated, to kill evil men.<br><br>Even if, deep down, he was just as evil as they.<br><br>Shifting closer to the other ship, Darius rolled his fingers across a rune on his shirt and flipped up onto the deck in time to see the women – now armed with short swords, carving up the captain and remainder of the crew in short order. Flashing tight young tits and bloody hellfire faces distracted the men, young and old, from the women’s garish work. <br><br>When they were finally done, the women came on deck and surrounded Darius, pushed forward, eager for him…but he was disgusted. Easing his aura, centering it back around him, he recalled the power he’d pushed into the women, refueling himself very slightly and the gaggle of mostly naked victims collapsed around him like rag dolls.<br><br>Some were…so very innocent. Only by their violation, through their rape, had his powers found purchase. Normally, the Corrupter could only influence people who had lust in their soul, who had desires, who had felt the touch of another. Virgins and the totally pure of heart were safe from his auras. These women, by virtue of the sailors they had massacred, had been made open to him and he wept for his desire to take them and wept for his inability to do so.<br><br>The geas warred with his nature and won.<br><br>Slumping down to his knees, the Corrupter spread his tears across each woman, touching them on their thighs, foreheads and yes, even between their legs. And where his tears marked them…they healed, memories faded, and skin closed taut. He sealed them from him and was hard enough to split his pants as he did it.<br><br>Fuck fate. Why couldn’t one of these women have been a legitimate lusty devil?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 08:14:05</strong>
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				She heard it then. The cries of men, the screams and moans and smell of blood in the sea breeze. The night was rich with excitement, wasn't it? Her eyes narrowed and her midnight arched brows knit together as her hands became fists. <br><br>"You're <em>fucking</em> kidding me, he's ravaging a boatful of women, when we should be on our way to ISWALD." Anger flared through her, wretched and hot, and she did not refrain from going after him now. The silence began to calm as she had finally reached the slave ship, having swung the rope out and found herself able to climb across boats without having to dip into the icy ocean. <br><br>As Aster arrived, she saw slaughtered men with the marks of female nails on their faces and crescent punctures in their throats from said fingernails as well. What on <em>Earth!</em>?<br><br>Racing to the front of the boat, she saw the open deck and Stranger centered in a pool of women all lain out, mostly naked and she watched. He touched one last woman's thighs, and she felt her anger about to boil over. Moving across the ship, she came up behind him and reached out, without giving his aura time to even afflict her. <br><br>Her hand pressed to his shoulder, and the instant it did, she threw her head back and curled her fingers in his robe, nails sharp and holding the cloth tightly. Her calf muscles tightened, thighs clenched, and her pussy was so quickly moistened with the sweet, and aromatic, juices of pleasure that she couldn't truly grasp his effect on her. Her hands trembled, her lips quivered, and she salivated. Her body wanted his taste, wanted him inside of her that instant and she wanted nothing less than that. Her eyes fell shut, and she wanted to drop and give in, but she stood there. Horribly still. Resisting, fighting the war of lust and passion inside of her and trying to subside it all. She finally swallowed, her throat growing dry as her chest trembled, nipples hard enough to be seen pressing firmly against the leather wrap covering her full breasts. Her clit was throbbing, and every throb of that little pearl of pleasure made her legs want to snap from underneath her that much more. Her pussy clenched and gave way, repetitively as if she were dreaming a vivid dream of a man piercing into her body and ravaging her unspoken desire. <br><br>"You..." She growled, through tightly clenched teeth, still trembling with her body tense. "You come... back... to the ship... right... now... And... tell me... what you d-di..." She choked for a second, rolling her eyes forward and refusing to admit that by now she was so wet that she was almost dripping. "Did.... Now... Let's... go..." <br><br>She stared down at him, and wanted to moan. Wanted to beg him, to rip off her clothes and lock her lips so tightly with his that she would engrave the feel of her kiss straight upon his soul when she did so. But she finally let go. Uncurled her sharpened fingers just barely so that she could shift her arm away, before she staggered back, and took the final step that brought her out of his aura.<br><br>Aster collapsed to her knees, gasped a loud, sharp gasp, and hugged her chest with her arms, focusing on the floorboards. She thought of Leviathon, of her brother, of death, of her past. Slowly, but surely, she began to regain control. But it did not stop her body from shuddering like an addict without a drug. Finally she stood, and made way back to the smaller ship, wordlessly awaiting the explanation when she got onboard.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 08:48:41</strong>
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				The sixth aura was the aura of scent. She had crushed through it without being able to feel it, but its affects would linger, and linger – not because she had been so quick, but because she had touched him. The scent of his arousal filled her, of the mint-not-quite-chocolate perfection of his hidden seed. And she would know, deep down inside her depths, as explicitly as if she’d been told – that was what his seed would smell like. His sweet, sandalwood and peaches musk was a perfume, exotic and invasive, a toe-curling mixture of man and foreign, alien and improbable prowess, the perfect aphrodisiac. <br><br>The fifth aura was the aura of sound. Her own cries broke across her ears, the sound of her own voice pitched high, begging, demanding, pleading and his measured responses punctuated by the moist slap of flesh on flesh. It was her flesh, the fifth aura said, it was her flesh and his flesh and that was the way things were meant to be.<br><br>The fourth aura was the aura of taste; it reinforced the sixth, brought it to bare again, reinforced the delicious nature of his body by hinting at the confectious ripple of his skin. There was a redolence about him, an insufferable perfect grace that invited the entire mouth, teeth and tongue and lips all in tandem. It promised that his kisses were an ambrosia of an entirely unique flavor, similar to the joy contained within his manhood.<br><br>The third aura was the aura of sight; images flashed, flickered, crashed through her mind just below her perceptions – them, together, her own most lurid fantasies combined with him taking over, taking her, challenging her to prove she is worthy to be with him and her responses; the exchange of power, the intoxicating perfection of finding a man willing to devour every inch of her…and give her the same in return. <br><br>The second aura was of touch. She did not touch him. He touched hers and his touch was, indeed, a drug. He knew how to handle her, how to time his thrusts with the roll of her hips and the coaxing of his tongue and the gentle movement of a finger here and another finger there – he played her like an instrument…only he was not touching her.<br><br>The final aura, the aura that she voluntarily submitted to by touching him for so long, it went deeper. Went into her core, went to the part of her that needed to be touched, to the part of her that needed a pristine, perfect desire, the perfect partner, the most amorous lover…and suddenly twisted like a snake, darting toward the demonic blood inside her. Unwillingly, unknown to him or her, his power reached for the seed of the demon in her and caressed it like an infection.<br><br>Within every demon…there is the chance for the succubus to be ignited. His final aura brushed across that chance, wrapped around the core of her forbidden, infernal, strength, strength that he, at full strength, could command from even those full blooded creatures from hell…<br><br>And then she withdrew her hand. <br><br>Standing alone, shaken by the knowledge that the woman had demonic essence within her, the Corrupter looked down at the innocent women and commanded his construct to see them safely home.<br><br>He rejoined her on the ship, auras suppressed now…suppressed easily, for he had fed more than he had anticipated from a single touch and moved to the wheel of the ship, angling it back on course without a word of explanation. Once the innocent girls were taken to the port town, the construct would unravel and allow Darius that last bit of power back once more. <br><br>A fitting gift for the women he had not truly had.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 09:01:39</strong>
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				As he got on the ship, he said absolutely nothing. And it pissed Aster off horribly, but she couldn't tell which she wanted more. Silence in which to bask her soaked sex and inability (in will) to let herself give in to him, or ask him for an answer only to hear his voice, and maybe even tales of how he penetrated those women or caressed them, only to wish for his caress herself. Suddenly the silence was broken, by a loud and miserable groan coming from the woman as she moved completely opposite of the boat. She climbed up onto the tip edge of the back of the boat, wrapping her legs around the board and putting her hands on it. She was literally as far as she could be away from him without having jumped into the ocean. Aster was suffering, suffering horribly.<br><br>Her heartbeat had not settled, but instead thundered like a war drum behind her tingling breasts. Her clit was aching, and having spread her legs and sat on this board did nothing at first but make her squirm in the sensation of her pants caressing it and fulfilling the tiny, desperate longing for a touch. Her nails dug into the wood, found the vertical grain and gripped it, sharpening her nails like an angry cat. Her lips pursed into a foul line, and her eyes stayed open as long as she could without blinking, until she couldn't help it. Every blink, it gave her in. Blinking created the dark canvass on which she fantasized about the Corrupter, that black paint on which their sangria passion was spelled out in strokes of lost wishes. Her lungs and nose betrayed her. Every breath was as if she were hovering an inch over his perfect skin, so close that when she closed her eyes and inhaled at the same time, her lips parted and her tongue begged to leap forth from the cage of flesh to see if it would meet the taste of his flesh should it adventure beyond her lips. She was so wet that sitting only made it more obvious, feeling her nether lips slightly swollen and the juices absolutely flooding her slit like dew the morning after a tidal rain.<br><br>"What happened to those women back there? What did you do while I was sleeping?" Aster finally whispered, turning her head slightly to see if he'd hear her. Lifting her hands from her new scratching post which was the thick protruding board of the 'V' end of the boat, she undid her two braids and began to comb her fingers into her hair as if to relax her. But of course, it did nothing, but slightly distract her. The urges to take him, or to at the very least play with herself right there on the other side of the boat, still existed with the strength to knock out a militia of the finest warriors around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 09:25:02</strong>
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				It came from a place inside her, the sibilant voice, a place inside her but <em>it was not her.</em> The deliberateness, the willfulness, with which she’d touched the Corrupter had made one thing absolutely certain; no good-intended deed goes unpunished.<br><br><strong>“He fucked them all,”</strong> the voice whispered, lustily.<strong> “Do you want to see?”</strong> it added, flashing images of the Corrupter buried hilt deep in one after the other after the other, each climaxing to the point of passing out after a single stroke. How else would he have taken them all in so little time?<br><br>And the last woman…the last woman to give in after a single stroke? It was…her.<br><br><strong>“You are too weak for him, you know. Your flesh too pliant, your body too flat. But…”</strong> and the voice caressed the inside of her skin with all the loving smoothness of a nail over an inner thigh, <strong>“You need not be. Open yourself to me and I will make you able to challenge him.”</strong><br><br>The cage within which she’d locked her demon shivered in a type of unique terror as the corruption squeezing it, the corruption from the man she’d touched tried to worm its way inside, to change her, to…in truth…Corrupt her. <br><br>Somehow, Darius heard her, though he clearly had no idea about what was happening inside her. He’d never touched someone with a demonic taint before, never met a woman who could resist after touching him for so very long.<br><br>“I saved them. Freed them from their rapists and healed their minds and bodies the only way I knew how. I had no choice.” His voice carried, melodic and haunting and oddly vivacious, as though he was enlivened by the recent events, despite his lack of fulfillment. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 09:38:52</strong>
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				The voice within her put images in her mind, swayed her, and made her feel ill because of her denial. She audibly groaned again from the back of the boat, the groan one of misery once more. She pressed her hand to her head, barely able to understand the Corrupter's words through her own mind's speaking. God those words, those images. She bared her teeth sharply and came to a stand, on the edge of the boat, and wavered for a moment before gathering her footing.<br><br>"I AM NOT WEAK!" She screamed out, curling up her fists, and raising her left hand. "Do not lie to me Stranger, you fucked them all, I <em>know</em>!" She unfurled her left hand to the sky and let out a loud cry, something of defiance swirled with longing, pleasure swelling into her throat. Lightning gathered in her fist in a well of strength, the three crystal together giving her a strength of lightning unlike most would expect from someone mostly human. Suddenly the bolt danced up to the sky, and struck the clouds. Thunder echoed over the sea, and lightning arced in the night clouds above, dancing visibly between the clouds with a light that outshined the stars. The energy vented from her body, and she was immediately tired from the storm like burst of lightning. Her hand trembled, but she did more so.<br><br>"What your touch has done to me..." She then whispered, as if insanity was wrapping around her. She, while facing away from him, reached behind her neck.<br><br>Aster undid the back of her hooded leather wrap, and then tossed it into the boat as soon as her breasts were free to the cool air. Then she undid the ties on the front of her pants, and pushed them down. Her body without clothes was even more of something to behold. A few scars- though scarce- were deep and rich like stories that begged to be told. Her curves were that of a grade of woman that even two of the most beautiful and endowed people could not produce in fornication. She had an ass that was a perfect swell, a tiny ounce larger than most but only because her hips were wide and her thighs were thick and strong, leading into long, fighter's legs. Her waistline drew in, before drifting out, her back an architectural structure that could be famed for all to behold, regardless of the scar that ran along it diagonally. An artist's mistake with a story, no less. Her midnight blue hair appeared more blue than black under the flickering moonlight which drew out her eyes, a it fell in waves along her back and a little over her shoulders. <br><br>"We need to stop. We stopped for you, now we stop for me." Aster said for him to hear. As she turned to the side, the stars cast silhouette and shadow upon her, shaping out her breasts, erect nipples, gleaming thighs and taut navel... When she turned away, she jumped into the water.<br><br><br><em>Thank the Gods for the ocean...</em>, Aster thought, feeling the icy water hit her and instantly soothe the heat she was going to burn in otherwise. The water washed between her legs and caressed her aching nether lips, sweeping over her thighs with a touch of salt that drew away the sweat. Bobbing up to the surface, she gasped, and gave out a relieving sigh.<br><br>"Soooo much better..." She whispered, looking up at the boat and whistling. "Okay Stranger, throw me a rope. I just needed to cool off a bit..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 09:46:35</strong>
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				Her venting of power suddenly and inexorably silenced the voice within her mind…somehow. The power of her will, of her magic, the power that was augmented by the demon within her dimmed with her use of it and so too did the voice, the pestering, persistent urge. The stronger her magic, the stronger her demon, the stronger the corruption – like poison through a strong heart, pumped too fast to the extremities.<br><br>Standing on the deck, Darius watched the girl go a little crazy – spreading lightning and getting deliciously naked and then jumping into the water, it was all a little mind boggling. He felt great; she’d fed him and though he wasn’t nearly full, he would soon have all of his lingering power back from the construct and he wasn’t…so empty. Something about feeding from her reminded him of the one he’d lost. The one who had called him insatiable. Despite himself, he wanted to make Aster feel more like that, deep down, he wanted to taste more of her, until he found out why her flavor hinted at a richer context from which all pleasure might spring.<br><br>His interest stirred the goals of the thing within Aster now. His growing focus and clarity on what he wanted very briefly made it clench around the cage of her demon core as surely as a woman would around an invading cock. Then, she called for him and disturbed his need.<br><br>Appearing on the side of the boat, he tossed a line down and moved away. It was one thing to want to fuck her; it was another to want to…know her. This was beginning to get dangerous, and not just for her sanity but for his very soul. He had memories now that he’d never had before and needs now that he’d never contemplated before. Covered in shadow, he worked diligently to suppress an aura of desire that he no longer wished to control. <br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 09:55:18</strong>
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				As the rope was thrown, Aster swam up to it and latched on. She pulled herself up into the boat with a rather agile nature, and looked upon the distance Corrupter. She stood now in the boat naked, water rolling off of her almost evenly tanned form, all the while glinting in the light cast down from the nightly sky. For a moment she just stood, bare for him to gaze upon. From her full C (almost D) cup breasts to the taut, firm nipples of a smooth dusty sienna mauve, to the slope of her hips and legs, and inward to her luscious thighs and that tiny strip of midnight blue curls that was neatly kempt and hinted to the delights just a few inches further. <br><br>Turning away, she sat onto one of the cross-boards again, the sea breeze brushing over her damp skin and soothing her further. The cold was never welcome as it was right now. Washing that sexual heat away, cleansing her of it... Licking her lips, she curled herself up, resting her back against the edge of the boat while spreading her legs and leaning into it. She placed one hand slightly cupped over her womanhood though, and then draped her arm over her erect nipples. Hanging her head back, she took in a long breath of the air and sighed.<br><br>"You and I are going to torture each other. Six more days til we reach Iswald." Aster sighed, but parted her eyes only to look at him through a weary, half-lidded gaze.<br><br>"I'm so tired..." She whispered. "And I apologize, for accusing you of having fornicated those girls..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 09:59:59</strong>
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				Sitting there, watching her as she came up on the ship like some sea-born goddess, Darius could not help his response. Could not stop himself any more than he could have held back the tides of time. His booted feet were loud on the surface of the deck, as loud as the thunder she’d summoned earlier, or so it felt. His auras shifted out of him, but he held them away, behind him, away from her as he settled nearby, settled just inches away from her and sat facing away.<br><br>His hair swam with highlights that reflected the night sky – meteorites and falling stars played within that infinite silk and his broad, powerful back was ripe for the caress, ripe for a touch. His auras danced visibly in rainbow hues ahead of him, at their maximum distance out of her reach as he sighed, exhaling. It was both relaxing and tormenting, all at once, being so close.<br><br>Finally, he whispered, so softly that she might have missed it, “But…it feels so perfect.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 10:06:51</strong>
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				As he came closer, she looked up but had not the energy to resist. Instead, she just watched with her lunar eyes as he took a seat near her. As close as he could be, without truly affecting her. She knew it too, she could feel his energies pushed away from her. Corrupter didn't want to afflict her for some reason, or feed from her since he possibly didn't feed from those other girls... <br><br>Aster gazed upon his form, upon his hair and upon his back. The desire to touch him sprouted in her gut, and she could not resist. But at the same time, she soothed both her wanting to touch him and her refusal to do so. Though she would not feel his touch against her fingertips, she would do as best as she could without creating a physical touch.<br><br>Raising her right hand, her Force crystal flickered ever so lightly, gleaming a bit. She shaped invisible force into something like a ghostly hand. She tilted her hand forward, as if the Force was to exactly mimic her gestures. Then she saw it, the reaction. A touch to Corrupter's hair, a dimple in his robe. She was caressing him so lightly with the deadly offensive ring she used for fighting and crafting. She twisted her hand, and suddenly the invisible shape swept his hair aside, unveiling his throat. Curling her fingers, she moved her hand in the empty air as if to run the backs of her fingers against his throat ever so gently.<br><br>Her hand began to throb, containing and over-exerting certain energies or powers took a quick toll. Even in this, not even fighting, but just trying to touch him and bend the rules as to not suffer the consequences... <br><br>The energy diluted and she rested her hand back over her sex, leaning her head against the board of the boat.<br><br>"I shall try for sleep again, and though you cannot sleep yourself, I should suggest you try not to over-think things. It'll get you in a lot of trouble, trust me, I know first hand." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 10:18:22</strong>
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				“Come here. Rest in his arms, child. Don’t they look strong? So very strong. You could sleep with him inside you, you know? His healing would be a balm to all of you, if you just let it. Only you can please him entirely, can sate him, can keep up with him…but only if you let me inside you…” The voice whispered in the dark as she found sleep, whispered and coaxed and cajoled.<br><br>Sleep was no refuge, not to someone who had willingly touched the Corrupter and lived without sampling his flesh. The antidote of his skin was simple enough and just as poisonous, but this was far, far deeper. <br><br>An image blossomed within her, a black cage, pulsing, hated – a replaying of the events, of those terrible events – of Leviathan reaching within her, polluting her. She was polluted, corrupt, unclean!<br><br>“You don’t have to be unclean,” the voice promised. The presence appeared around the cage, a different sort of darkness, a darkness that had an edgy flavor…a minty flavor attached to it. “The Leviathan touched your core and made you into his offspring. You cannot fight him, not with this seed inside you, not in his presence. He will incapacitate you regardless of your will. I can change that.” The voice’s promise were sing-song and pure, with a note of honesty and a note of something held back all at once.<br><br>Shifting where he sat next to his sleeping companion, Darius felt something happening within her but still did not know what; it was not within his powers to penetrate such depths. He could feel her caress on him, feel the alien force she’d used to…<br><br>Touch. His. Skin. <br><br>She’d done it again, this time out of compassion, but that did not lessen what happened. The gem adorning that finger swirled with a lightning flash as the power matrix maintaining it collapsed inward and became greenish black and so very, very pretty. The taint of Darius’ Corruption filled the gem precisely as she had thought it might and seemed, for now, entirely contained – wrapping in and around her Force.&nbsp; <br><br>He was the Corrupter; such was his dominion. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 10:27:17</strong>
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				Sleep befell her, and in it, she gained no escape. Words, a voice, a longing stronger than the ones before. Desire, lust, passion, wanting. She envisioned herself on her knees, weak, and unstable, crying. Beneath her was glass, in which she could stare down and see the Corrupter. She touched the glass, clawed at it, but she couldn't break it and reach him. Her skin was blackening, darkening, covered in toxic blotches of poison. Antidote, antidote. He was the remedy she wanted. Touch, feel, taste and enjoy. The voices were killing her. She just... she just wanted it... wanted him... so badly...<br><br>The morning came, creeping over her. For the first night in so long she had no nightmares of Leviathon... But now, she was lost in dreams of the Corrupter... Her eyes rose and met the sky, and her naked body was dry and warmed beneath the rising sun's grace. Her body had shifted, laying on its side on the board and draping that one arm over her breasts still. Her yawn penetrated the sound of the sea rocking the boat and the creaking boards. The water splashed against the boat's bottom, and she took in a long breath. <br><br>"Stranger?" She said, leaning up and facing the back of the boat. She was horny again, but it was easier to not think about now that she was awake and seemingly in control of her emotions and thoughts. She strolled to where her clothes lay, and she slid into the leather once more, finally clothed with her hair thickly waved now dry from the seawater.<br><br>"Are you up yet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 10:38:37</strong>
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				Darius was terrified of her in her sleep, terrified that she might roll over and touch him and break the sixth barrier again – each caress, he knew, was more and more addictive and damning. No woman had touched him and simply said no; but this woman was as iron, her will strong enough to stop a greater demon from making her its whore. Still, the sense he had from inside her had initiated when she had touched him and he did not want to force something on her that she honestly did not want. <br><br>During the night, he patrolled the ship, tightening moorings, keeping the angle right and, finally, inexplicably, went to her clothes. They were her size, after all. Okay, so there was one other trick the Corrupter had and damn, wasn’t it useful: He ran his hands across her clothes, gleaning them – his touch cleaned the material, knitted the nicks and scratches effortlessly. Then, moving away from her clothes, he lowered a bucket into the water and brought ocean spray up to the deck.<br><br>She’d fed him enough that this next part was easy – he touched a symbol – his garments now entirely black again, since they no longer sustained the golem – meaning the women had arrived at the destroyed port in time to…well, start repopulating – and reached into the water. <br><br>When he drew his hands out, he lifted forth a brilliant starshine dress – cut like a gypsy, with a synch around the waist and enough corseting to cleave to and lift generous breasts. The fabric rippled, uncertain of what color it should be, before settling into a brilliant yellow. Grinning, he repeated the process three more times before the bucket was empty – going so far as to create a pair of lacy hip-and-ass hugging blue panties and a matching bra. He folded those up and set them next to her normal clothes, then moved to steer the ship for the rest of the morning.<br><br>Which was where she’d find him when she finally awoke. <br><br>In all reality, it was a miracle that his touch hadn’t corrupted more of her. This woman was…amazing. The powers inside the Corrupter, the nascent but ever-aware forces, were in awe – respectfully so.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 11:03:11</strong>
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				As she turned, she saw him standing at the front of the boat, steering. Aster saw him, and just watched for a moment, before turning around again. She readied to put on her boots and saw the ... dress and things ... What? Who on earth made or bought that, and what crazed force made the maker or buyer think that Aster was a dresses kind of woman? She rolled her eyes, though slightly admired the fabric, before lifting it and tucking it into a traveling satchel tucked under one of the seating boards. <br><br>Turning, she stayed about half the small ship's length away from Stranger, before settling a bit. <br><br>"We need to get there faster..." Aster said softly, before looking down at her hands. It was then she noticed her Force crystal was... oddly colored, to say something. She'd never seen or made a crystal quite like that. She raised her hand, holding it towards Corrupter... Something wanted to use it, to see what it did, and if she could do what she did last night a second time. Train herself to touch him without the actual physical delight.<br><br>Aster wondered about ways to get there faster, and then something came to her, as she picked up her small pouch of crystals. <br><br>"Do you think, <em>Darius</em>, that with stronger winds we'd travel the distance faster?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 11:20:00</strong>
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				Darius looked over at her and huffed visibly when she didn’t try on the cute things he’d provided for her, but shrugged. At least she kept them for later, maybe? Grinning impishly, a look that made him look charmingly boyish, he nodded with an eager little bob. “Wind would help substantially. Might cut the time in half, even.” He studied her as she stood there, clothed in the now-clean and mended garments.<br><br>He’d seen her eye the crystal of one of her rings and arched a brow at the color swirling inside of it. He recognized it immediately for what it was – the spoor of his unspent Corruption. Opening his mouth, he almost told her how dangerous it was – it wasn’t simply the nature of lust, but of taking something with a slight flaw and…changing it, manipulating it toward the ends of desire, of refocusing something into a lens of want and need and, just perhaps, something else. The refocusing process could, like in the case of the women he’d freed, bring amazing new strength, new reserves, new focus, and – in some rare cases, even new abilities and powers; but it was a fundamental change in a thing too. <br><br>Using his own power – power channeled through her device – on him could have had catastrophic ramifications, good or bad. When she lowered her hand, his teeth clicked closed and he turned to focus back on the task at hand.<br><br>Part of him, he admitted, wanted to know what it would feel like, even if it might kill him.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 14:41:16</strong>
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				"Good wind," Aster began, "is something I can do." She popped out the Lightning Crystals and carefully replaced them with Wind Crystals. She'd have to change them back when the Iswald shoreline came into view, simply because changing crystals was not something to do on the verge of battle or mid-travel. She was careful, so very careful about it all...<br><br><em>So careful, but what happened to that one stone I can't remove? It... It makes me think of him... Did I craft his energy into a crystal? But then, what is the power if mixed with Force? I've never crafted <span class="bbc_u">over</span> an already crafted crystal...</em><br><br>She tore her mind away as Aster raised her left hand. Without anything visible coming to be, a few rich, hefty breezes whipped around the ship for a moment before she dipped her hand down into her lap, using some good little reservoir of focus. <br><br>"Then let us get where we are going, as fast as possible." She said. And the wind all gathered behind the boat, and thrust forward, a continuous fluster of air that doubled- if not tripled- their traveling speed...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 02:14:42</strong>
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				The wind buffeted the ship and pushed them forward, but there was only so much the mast could handle and there were dangers inherit with using her power for long periods of time – he’d seen her drain herself to the point of slumping several times over their short journey together and Darius was quite cognizant of that. On the third day, less than thirty miles away from their destination, they hit a sudden and inexplicable squall. Storms at sea…they are dangerous.<br><br>This one was worse than even those.<br><br>Pregnant clouds didn’t simply swim into presence over the horizon, they bled through the air, forced into play by some malignant effort. The two of them had killed three demons, he had desecrated a corpse, not to mention the fact that some regular survivors might see the two of them as potentially culpable for the events of the days before – it was quite possible that men had sent the storm.<br><br>Then, tines of black-red lightning struck through the clouds and the first of the acid rain began falling. Wind whipped through their two-mast boat and fat oily acid ate through the tarp. Slowly – the spell was covering a massive region – but fast enough that it would be a problem. On top of this, the water swell was massive, shifting and surging about them, quick to maneuver them off course. Time after time the boat nearly flipped over, only to settle – and this was just the beginning. <br><br>A master of illusion and human manipulation, the Corrupter had little to add other than his staunch presence at the helm, despite the flecks of rain sizzling against his clothes and skin. Thankfully, so far, he seemed utterly immune. But if anyone was going to save the day from a Storm of the Century – it certainly was not him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 02:56:48</strong>
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				The travel went well, and using her powers seemed to quench a little at the hunger inside of her. Or perhaps it just distracted what she wanted- busied her and left her too tired to think of Corrupter in ways she had deemed herself to think of no man. As suddenly as they saw the shore though, indeed a storm had struck. The acid rain falling was something that immediately irritated Aster, as she ducked into the side of the boat as Corrupter never stopped steering the rocking ship along. They were close, but this was bad. What could Aster do? Well, she could try to save them. <br><br>She had not used so much of the energy within her today, seeing as how a lighter wind made it easier on her as they came close to Iswald. Aster knew that she had to be prepared for battle- though the storm was surely a surprise. While the rain fell, she immediately popped out the stones on her left hand and replaced the Wind with Water crystals. In about five minutes, she was ready. But no, not yet, it wasn't strong enough. She popped out the Strength and Healing stones on the other hand, and replaced them with Water as well, and left the toxic Force ring where it was... <br><br><em>The crystal won't seem to release... I wonder if I can even remove that ring...</em><br><br>Aster came to a stand on the ship, and she heft her hands up. She would have to call on all of her raw energy, stir it with the Water element, and then mix it with that Force stained by the Corrupter. She had no choice, if she was going to get them to shore without being drowned or flesh-less. <br><br>Throwing both hands up very suddenly, Aster let out a cry of battle. Water gushed up around the boat very suddenly, wrapping over it but not falling in. For a few minutes, the boat only swayed back and forth in this orb of water, dim lit from the thick sea water washing around it. Aster stared up into the wall of water overhead and felt the power around her. Ah, the element was so much easier to use in great force like this when she was surrounded by it. It made an unbelievable difference to elemental use if the element was present in a great enough force to be called upon. And thankfully, an ocean qualified as a great enough force. Swirling however, in the seawater around them, was a little mist of greenish black, shifting as it coaxed back and forth. <br><br><em>I wonder what it does, but I feel... almost... like it's empowering me further...</em><br><br>"Steering will be useless!" Aster then called to Stranger over the rushing sounds of water in their safehold. "Take cover, I'm going to take us in as best as I can. When the walls drop around us, be my eyes..."<br><br>As soon as she spoke, the orb burst outward, and expanded greatly. One hand remained facing the sky, and a thin dome of ocean water remained upward to catch the acid rain and send it trickling off and into the ocean. No water fell into the boat. Her other hand faced forward, easing back and then sloping forward, and the boat rocked as if her hand were nuzzling the bottom and cradling it towards the shore.<br><br><em>This is amazing, I've never been able to apply this sense of Force or touch to anything before, much less to an element, I can <span class="bbc_u">feel</span> the bottom boards of the boat against my palm... It's... amazing...</em><br><br>She pushed the boat onward, and soon they began to feel sand, and she knew she'd be needing her last large bout of Water magic here to get her inward that last bit. The water dome that thinly kept the rain away shrunk and Aster raised her right hand up. A tsunami of a wave formed under them, and riding at its top in the little globe of air surrounded by water, was Aster and Corrupter. Soon, the wave crashed and the boat was sent rushing into the shore, softly so until the bottom engraved its shape into the sand. Stilled, Aster quickly held the water dome as she popped her right handed rings out and replaced Strength and Healing, before pocketing the crystals away into her tight pocket and slinging the satchel under the board over her shoulder. She then jumped out of the boat and gestured for Corrupter.<br><br>"Let's get somewhere safe, and fast. Do you want to try taking to the city, or slipping along the cliffline and caverns and wait until nightfall to take our traveling further?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 03:20:36</strong>
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				Darius watched the woman perform a feat of magic every bit as impressive, if not vastly more so, then anything he could have managed in his current form. Inspire an orgy, empower raped women? Sure. Stop a Storm of the Ages in its tracks while they are at sea and the waves are taller than the tallest towers…not so much. He swallowed and stared, unable to comprehend the Goddess that he was traveling with. Surely, he had noticed how her crystals seemed nearly inexhaustible, but he’d seen her tire while dealing with the demon. A demon might use blades, might have raw supernatural strength and perhaps some fey enchantments upon it – but this…this was holding back metric tons of water, hundreds, thousands of them, <em>without any effort at all</em>.<br><br>The ocean she held away could have destroyed a city, washed away an army, cracked through the shell of a scale of a Great Dragon, had it been focused in a single point – and she did so effortlessly.<br><br>At what cost? Darius had to ask himself, at what cost did her power come. He suspected, deep down, that tapping into the power her demonic portion gave her was a long term risk, something that spread the infection – slowly – gradually – over time, the more she came to rely on it, but could not be certain. It was his power that Corrupted, a derivative of a demonic seed, to be sure, but one that had been brought under his command. He could not know the ramifications of transforming a human woman into a force of nature. <br><br>Then, he saw the swirling green in the storm. Wait. What? His eyes widened, narrowed. She was using…oh fuck. She was using the ring. Force mixed with something designed to re-focus, to narrow, to empower, to drive mad with desire, to Corrupt. His power, mixed with her force. His seed, spent, impregnating – through her efforts, the Storm of Ages above. <br><br>When the boat finally ran aground – a feat that caused him to tremble in near terror of this woman. He knew nothing of elemental magic, that wasn’t his nature – but simply forcing the ship to slice through reluctant waters in a globe of power while simultaneously holding back water and magic…it was incomprehensible to him. With that power she could have killed all three demons back in the city, saved the entire town by herself, couldn’t she?<br><br>Jumping off the boat, Darius ran a few hundred yards into the shore and turned to watch the sky. Turbulent clouds, now laced with virulent hints of green and black – energy that sang to Darius, continued to hover above. Some intelligence, somewhere, was taking count of the power it had been given – the fact that it had been <em>single handedly</em> pushed aside as a child might swat a fly – and was calculating a response.<br><br>Sighing, the Corrupter knew he had not fed enough to empower another form. Then again, in the good news, he had a goddess on his side. Why worry? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 03:29:47</strong>
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				As they moved inward, she just decided to do as he was, running from the storm itself. To the outskirts of the city of Iswald, they found themselves nearing a few homes, and being sheltered from the acid rain simply by distance from the ocean storm now. But it did not take any true thought to realize that something was happening in the sky, and that they would have to be wary. <br><br><em>I won't be able to call upon that kind of power again, not if we go inland unless... Earth is too hazardous to use, and while the supply would be feasible for battle, it would also destroy the landscape, and it leaves a giant mark of where I've been... I... I've got to be careful...</em><br><br>As they finally came under the alcove of an Iswald Inn, she looked over at Darius, who was both close enough to affect her, and far away enough to keep her from losing her mind. Sadly the distance was only a feet. <br><br>"The sky has eyes," Aster then said quietly. "I think we should get inside and take shelter for a short while, and create a plan..." Her eyes set on the Corrupter, and she gazed right into his eyes. "Care to get a room, and discuss our next move? I am not as familiar with the land here on the Outer Continent."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 03:47:41</strong>
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				Running with her into the covering, Darius kept his distance from the woman for more than fear of his own desire - now. Unless he was at nearly full capacity, he had no reason to trust what this woman was capable of. While he might not know each personality – each form – that his power could manifest as, transforming him in the process – he did know the aftermath. One, perhaps two, of the times he’d woken up had left him in situations similar to the ones that this woman had just manhandled.<br><br>He would have been drained dry, near death, to accomplish it – fully powered, and in a form designed specifically to address the situation – to do what she did. Part of him might be inside her, but it gave him no insight, nor did he recognize it for what it was – clinging to the demon that empowered her to epic proportions. <br><br>For once in his life, the Corrupter did not want to mate with a woman nearly as much as he wanted to run away, screaming for his life. Still, it was not in his nature to show fear. He determined that he would feed – regardless of the consequences – once they got to a bigger city and he felt his geas agree. If this woman went rogue, became a demon’s consort – of if this was some trick by the Leviathan to produce a bride worthy of him, he suspected such a plan would come to fruition quickly. Everything he knew about demons told him that she couldn’t fight a demon by giving in and using, channeling that power, even to bolster existing skills. It just didn’t work that way.<br><br>Yet she was free. Darius knew little, almost nothing, about the truth behind her creation – he was no mind reader, but the scenario was clear enough. He was treading in dangerous, murky waters.&nbsp; <br><br>As she mentioned not knowing the lay of the land, the Corrupter grudgingly nodded and reached down, keeping his distance, to draw an outline in the sandy beach turf. The bottom portion of an island. <br><br>“Iswald is a fortified island city that once belonged to pirates that were cleared out by a Knight a few hundred years ago. It specializes in training sword masters and has many deep mines where they ferret out gold to trade for food and distant commodities. It also guards the entry to many of the far continent’s most vulnerable cities and acts as an unofficial training ground for young nobles who wish to learn to use the sword but be safely away from monsters.”<br><br>Young nobles, he did not mention, who would have attractive concubines with them. Yes, he needed to feed soon. Needed to be at full capacity…now, not later.&nbsp; <br><br>Not adding any more details to his little map, he held an arm up to shield his face from the….regular rain. It was no longer acidic – and began waking toward the distant parapets that were barely visible through the deluge. <br><br>Iswald was an iron town, surrounded by massive walled fortifications, training grounds, and a well stocked garrison. What’s the worst that could happen here? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 04:02:30</strong>
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				&nbsp;Deep beneath the ocean, far beneath the bedrock from which gold and gems were drawn by the working men and dwarves and other species who inhabited Iswald, the first drops of poison rain spread. Directed, guided by the mind behind the storm, the droplets sank into the murky bottom of the ocean and ate through the stone itself, boring cracked little holes through the substrate – not unlike sperm seeking the ovum. Through ancient barriers and wicked retreats, the corrupted seed pushed until, at last, it oozed through a barrier of force designed to keep the stone roof and endless ocean at bay. <br><br>Black skinned creatures – elves grown twisted to the service of some dark Goddess thousands of years ago, lived and worked in these underground areas. Central to the caves was a sphere dome of power – an ancient artifact that helped maintain the cave systems; a tear of their Goddess. The evil spoor worked down, fell onto an ochre city, rolled over a roof and splashed across the toes of a black skinned, white-haired woman. <br><br>Her eyes flashed violet and green and she smiled wide. Turning from her course, she made her way toward the Tear of her Goddess and intoned in a booming voice – one that could not have belonged to her, “It is time. The way above will be opened again. Let’s teach these surface dwellers what it means to tramp near the ground of the Drow…”<br><br>And the creature’s voice rang out with the power – not only of corruption, but with pure, raw, unassailable Force, enough Force to rival – if only for a short period of time – a Goddess, backed by the will of whatever creature, or creatures, had sent the Storm in the first place. <br><br>Had the Corrupter known about this turn of events, he’d have tucked his balls up into his asshole and ran. Thankfully, well, he didn’t – and, hopefully, it would take the underground inhabitants a few days to drill through the rock.<br><br>Standing among the drow, dressed in the skin of one, a demon smirked. The Leviathan’s plan was working. She had come.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 04:54:33</strong>
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				Aster's eyes studied Corrupter, and she realized something. Something had changed between their meeting at the battle of the three demons, and now. Had the ocean given his respect to her? Or was it something else? Probably, she thought, her ability to resist him. Which she was sure no woman had ever shown him much resistance at all. Though it definitely was something she suffered for when she was filled with her own abilities... She knew that bad things were going to happen if they didn't part one day, hell, that might even be today... But she wanted to do something to him, something that she had done all her life to build up her strength to what it was now. She found a weakness, and she learned to withstand it. <br><br>Aster wanted to be near Corrupter, and resist him. It would be hard, but she wanted to try it... She had had a few days to recover from that night, after the slaver ship went by...<br><br>"Come..." She said then. Aster turned, and shifted her satchel a bit, moving onward towards the Iswald Inn along the outskirts. By the look of it, it was privately owned, and only had a few rooms in the form of a long flat inn instead of a stacked home with several floors, much like a motel. <br><br>Creeping into the doorway, she looked at the young man behind the counter, who looked over them warily though his eyes fixated on Aster quite strongly.<br><br>"U-um, can I help you both?" <br><br>"Yes, I want a room, preferably the farthest one down." She said brazenly. The man's eyes widened and his cheeks flushed red as he looked over to the Corrupter, almost jealously. "How much for it?" She said. <br><br>"Um, seventy copper." He spoke softly. She nodded and looked back at the Corrupter, before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a handful.<br><br>"I don't have enough, but I <em>promise</em>, I'll have the rest to you come the morning... Please, please believe me. I'm an honest woman, just trying to get in from the rain... It's cold out there, especially without much on..." She reached up and ran her hands over her abdomen, brushing the rainy mist off of her taut shape. <br><br>"O...Ok-ay... I um... Here's the k-key..." The boy stammered, handing her a key before letting both of his hands fall criss-crossed over his lap, as if to hide his manhood from the prestigious woman. <br><br>"Thank you, you're a doll." <br><br>Aster shifted out from the small inn lobby and stepped outside under the alcove, walking on an ironed plate towards the far most room on the right side. There she put the key in the lock and pushed open the door. A one bedroom room, only about ten by twelve feet, with a bathing room beyond it with a basin for cleaning.<br><br>"Perfect." Aster said, shifting close to Corrupter to shut the door and lock it. She could feel him, feel his energy right against her skin, sinking into her pores. Moving away, she sat on the bed's edge and looked up to him.<br><br>"Tell me what you did to my ring. What is your power capable of, and why can't I get rid of it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 05:09:34</strong>
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				Darius watched the woman tease the boy with a small smirk and shook his head. The desire of men could (though he would not easily admit this) feed him, albeit in a lesser and not quite as satisfying way as that of females. He tasted youth and want and found himself mildly invigorated – like a cup of tea, compared to the jolt of coffee from a woman – of a redbull from simple proximity to Astra; that is, when she was feeling the desire so keenly.<br><br>He was all too aware of her working on a process to suppress her desire, to grow cold to him and was shocked to find it working. It had been days since he had felt the energy inside her; perhaps it was her nature to destroy it – to overcome something that could not be overcome, the very essence of what he did? He did not know. The way she teased the boy gave him pause though. Could it be that something was still there, deep down, at work inside her? <br><br>Perhaps he would find out sooner than later. <br><br>Suppressing his auras was more difficult, much more difficult, after three days at sea with a woman who had apparently learned how to not want him. Being in close proximity with her in a room made him grit his teeth from withheld need. He wasn’t hard – he didn’t seem aroused at all, but his hunger made his irises large and colorful, hypnotic patterns that flourished through his impossible starry-night hair and over the barely hidden sharp tips of his ears.<br><br>Sharp tips of his ears? When had that happened? He hadn’t noticed. <br><br>He looked down at her as she sequestered them in the room and growled out, “We can’t talk. Not now. I can’t explain in my current state. I’ll be back in a few hours.” He turned and moved to the door, grabbing the handle to leave, giving her the perfect view of his V-shaped, broad back, that slender waist and the flaring, powerful thighs and grippable ass below. <br><br>There was a sense there, an odd sort of hint, of terror, still. Like he was fleeing; as though he did not want to find himself confronted by something he understood so little. As though, deep down, he wanted one of the Others to come out, to take over, and save him from this confusion. One pointed ear...shivered, grew sharper. Barely, but it would have been noticeable to someone staring at his ear. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 05:26:32</strong>
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				"Hmph." Aster said coldly, watching him leave as her eyes scavenged his body for all the treasures he had that she desired... What a man indeed. But as he shut the door, she hissed quietly and stood up, angry. She threw her right hand up, as if to use her Force ring to swing the door open and jerk him back into her room. Her teeth clenched, and the door rattled just barely, but standing there with that ring aglow, she felt something penetrating her soul. Swirling like a serpent in her gut and latching its fangs into her womb. Poison made her want him, and just using the ring in a manner to bring him to her was perhaps the most dangerous thing she could've done. Even the <em>desire</em> to make the Corrupter come to her using his own power merged with her own made her shudder and tilt her head, eyes falling shut.<br><br><em>I will overcome you, I will not be slave to your desires... or... or my own... but...</em><br><br>Deep down though, Aster knew one thing. She would utilize the time alone. She needed to be away from him, to relieve herself of the tension he'd placed upon her without his eyes to gaze. She had not touched herself in so long, but today was the day for it.<br><br>Bringing her hand down, she sat onto the bed, and laid back slowly. Aster stared at the ceiling for about fifteen minutes, before she felt his effect on her. Thoughts of the Corrupter... She ran her hands over her body, from her chest over her full breasts, and now erect nipples, down to her stomach, then over the curve of her thighs and drawing over the warm leather that covered her hot sex. She created heat between her legs, at her core, as if a furnace had been brought to life, stoked by the Corrupter. Her scent filled the air without her having even yet touched herself at his thought, the sweet musk bearing a spicy touch, something that made her part her lips and taste for it in the air, sensing something much like warm honeysuckles and the tiniest touch of raw cinnamon. <br><br>Her fingers slid into her pants, while her other hand grasped a palmful of her soft breast, cupping it and releasing it, before running her thumb over the leather-hidden nipple that begged for attention. Soon her other hand drew out of her tight pants, as she had only run her nails over her flesh, pushed them through the thin blue curls. She undid the ties, and slid them down just the tiniest bit.<br><br>Aster rolled her eyes back as she thought of him, and became awash in fiery desire, passion filling her as if to make her a phoenix in the ashes of her vessel. She ran her finger down her pussy, feeling the hot juices swimming around that digit as she caressed the slit and then drew back to the clit. Coming over it once, her back arched like a dancer, and her head leaned back, lips parting as a moan filled the room quietly. Again, she stroked her clit, and with her right hand and that Force ring, began to play with herself, rubbing her clit and tensing her body, arching and moaning.<br><br><em>Mmm, it has been so long, I do not remember my own play being so... powerful...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 05:45:44</strong>
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				He left the room, entirely unaware of what was happening behind him. He could no longer feel her desire when he was around – she seemed able to utterly suppress it. She offered him no sustenance, nothing that he needed – only intimidation. As the door closed behind he thought he felt, or almost felt, the hint of his power inside her flicker, flicker and reach for him, but…then it vanished. He didn’t even consider that it might be the ring. Smiling secretively, he wondered just how that little devilish temptation would re-emerge even as he sauntered down the stairs of the tavern, gathering himself as he went. <br><br>The man who strode into the tavern was not the man who had withheld so much of himself for more than three days on a boat with a beautiful woman; no, this was the Corruptor in full force. <br><br>Tall, well over six feet, the man radiated an alluring aura of possession, of ownership, so palpable that the men who were settled in the tavern swallowed – hard. Swordsmen, experienced and masterful alike turned away from the masculine deliciousness that was the Corrupter. Several desired to be him, and more than half to be with him; smiling a sweet moue of a smile, Darius drank their need in despite its sour flavor. Long black hair coiled across his clavicle, in front of his forehead and across his ears, tempting fingers to brush it back, adding to the intense mystery of the man as he looked around for signs of possible companionship. <br><br>A blonde woman, buxom and taut, dawdling on the knee of a handsome-enough looking youth caught his eye. Blue-eyed, she met his gaze evenly before the flush of impending climax rolled through her like a storm. Such was the power of the Corrupter unleashed. Seeing his prey, he unraveled his auras, flooding the room with his scent, his taste, the sounds, the feeling…..so much of him that most men who were not bi or gay stood and left the room awkwardly. A few stayed, leered and seemed on the edge of begging. Darius strode to the girl and her sick-looking lord and extended a velvet mocha hand in her direction. <br><br>She took it. <br><br>Darius looked at her young lord and murmured something, some promise, that made the squeamish fellow nod curtly and pass Darius a key. Key and prey in hand, Darius made his way back up the stairs.<br><br>Ironically, the room in question was adjacent to the one Darius and his companion were sharing – but far larger, a grand suite for a lord, with a four post bed. Clicking the door closed and locked behind them, Darius grabbed the girl by the back of her neck and slammed her, face first, over the bed, into the comforter. His hand swam down the backs of her thighs, gripped her sex with enough force to make her climax instantly, and his voice, low, rich, hungry, purred into her ear, “You are my slut…now…”<br><br>Soon enough, the sounds of knocking and moans – not just moans, but incredible screams of pleasure began echoing through the walls of the tavern. Interestingly enough, those men who had wandered back in, or who had remained, found the backlash of Darius’ presence quite nice, as the remaining women were more than a little eager.<br><br>And somewhere around a demonic cage, whatever hint of his taint remained, stirred inside Aster’s flesh.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 06:05:23</strong>
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				She continued, and after about ten minutes, she felt an orgasm nearing. But oddly, without even having to truly push harder or anything, something suddenly swept over her- devoured her. Something sent her sexual passion bursting like a supernova. <br><br>"Ahhh!!!" Aster cried out, louder than before, as her body shuddered fiercely and her pussy clenched intensely, her juices being produced even more so now that she had had a very sudden... surprising... orgasm. Her world went black as her body pressed and pushed into the sheets, her breathing and moaning the sounds echoing off the walls as her eyes fluttered shut. But she couldn't stop. Usually once was enough when she wanted a little relief, and she could get right on back to business. But something was in her, under her skin. She almost felt like there were hands invisibly caressing the sides of her thighs, and her legs spread widely. She kicked off her boots and wiggled on out of her pants, while her finger danced over her clit repeatedly, the smell of her arousal now thick and fragrant, addictive to breathe even by her own breath. <br><br>Her hips arched up suddenly and she could no longer foresee what she was doing. Her finger plunged into her tight, burning wet depths, swimming through the alluring honey as her muscles gripped her digit so very snugly. She bit her lower lip, moaned out again, and bucked her hips up again, fucking herself with that one finger, her middle finger, bearing the Force ring upon it. <br><br>Even more suddenly, without her foreseeing the power coming, she- or the ring- acted.<br><br>The force ring shaped something inside of her, doubled her finger's size in width and length by the feel of it, though it was not her finger but instead the power. Not quite as large as a fairly well endowed male phallus, it was still something that rocked her hard and fast. She pushed this shape into her, hearing the sounds of the bed creak under her single-handed pleasure. She dipped her finger deeper, to the hilt, feeling the Force go deeper inside of her. <br><br>Moans spilled across the room like warm dark chocolate from her alto tone, rich and creamy, velvety and rare. No woman could quite accomplish cries of pleasure like Aster- singsong sounds from her throat that almost seemed to take birth in her womb and then blossom forward into that melodic sound that could turn any man on. Her pussy was soaked, and she neared her second orgasm. How long had she been laying there, playing with herself? She had lost track of time, but it felt like a good while. <br><br>Pressing her digit deeper once more, her hips arched and she buried that finger into herself as deep as she could. Moaning sharply, she felt sweat beading and rolling over her skin.<br><br>"Mmmm..." She gnawed at her lower lip as an orgasm quickly encroached. <br><br><em>Corrupter!</em> Her mind screamed, as she bucked her hips again and cried out, only inches away from her second, and more powerful, orgasm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 06:31:20</strong>
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				Tearing at the dress the blonde woman wore, Darius effortlessly bore her body to him. He might not be superhuman in terms of strength, but a little cloth wasn’t going to stop him, not now. The girl had climaxed once, just from his demanding touch. He wanted more. Gesturing to the bed and pressing a symbol on his clothes – cloth rolled down, wrapped around the blonde’s prone arms and stretched her out, forcing her to remain in place for him. Likewise, more cloth inched up her feet and around her ankles, tying her to the bed.<br><br>As she writhed, begging, Darius slipped his fingers across his shirt and it simply melted away, revealing the hairless expanse of sumptuous skin beneath. His little peach colored nipples were firm, an odd contrast with the deep tan of the rest of him, and his six-pack rippling abdomen was not interrupted by a belly button; he hadn’t been born. His pants soon followed, revealing more hairless muscled skin. He fit together well, with articulation that was not – quite – human; for all his muscle, he seemed graceful, lithe, flexible. And yes…his manhood. As the poor blonde watched, he reached down and caressed her inner thigh with a nail, drawing a pink trail in its wake.<br><br>Simply touching her told his body what she could handle. The blonde was experienced – his manhood, fat, covered with veins thick enough to emulate the most delicious sex toy, grew hard and improbably thick and long. He arched a brow at her, as though amused by just how much she could take. The sight of him seemed to draw the girl insane; she writhed, nearly climaxing from the combination of his touch and the sheer magnificence of his form.<br><br>Her moaning pleas scattered through the walls, echoing through the adjacent rooms, clearly audible even in the room that Darius shared with Aster. Not that he cared.<br><br>Reaching down, he gripped the base of his mammoth need and lowered it, letting it settle atop the writhing little girl’s hot slit and erect clit. She came again, screaming, writhing, intoxicated by his corrupting and invasive touch. The feel of her desire fueling him aroused Darius as well, eliciting a soft moan and a tiny dollop of white milky Joy from the head of his plumb-sized velvet cock. <br><br>Angling his pelvis, he began sawing himself across her slit, his balls rebounding across the girl’s taut – but obviously also well used – ass. Through the walls he could feel a surge of desire – a mixing. Something of him in the room, a release of powerful need, so much so that he was empowered by it *through the walls*. Suddenly, he was feasting upon not one woman, but two. <br><br>Glorious day. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 06:47:08</strong>
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				She continued, switching hands last moment as she suddenly heard a cry of pleasure coming from another room. She could hear the Corrupter fucking another girl. And for some reason, it stoked the jealous demon inside of her, that little portion of her Leviathon had made. She did not stop though. Suddenly her desires fluxed with aggression, anger, need, jealousy, passion, longing. She ran her finger over her clit roughly, her right hand reaching back and clutching the wall. Her nails dug into the wood and suddenly her release hit. And for that second, she was not herself.<br><br>Her mind went blank, her body burned in an oblivion so deep, hot, and sweet with white heat that she was lost. She had never been to this place before, and it only lasted the tiniest flicker of a split second. And it had Darius' name written all over it. The body shook, but not just that. Raw mage energy burst from Aster's body. The hand against the wall was the vent of her energy, as suddenly a crack ran up the wall and the room was shaken, the wooden night stand next to the bed toppling over in the small quake. Her last cry of pleasure was long, sharp, and penetrated the walls as well, until she finally collapsed in the bed. Her finger remained draped in the sweet juices of her warm sex as she breathed heavily, heart about to burst out of her chest with the rich thundering pulse she'd gathered up. She removed her hand, and leaned up from the bed so weakly, so feebly, that she thought she would collapse. <br><br><em>I hate you,</em> Something spoke inside of her, but it was not the demon, perhaps this was the part of herself she hid, <em>this is why I want to resist you, because I cannot stand the thought of you upon another woman. If I cannot have you all to myself- and by your nature I know I won't- then I will not have you at all.</em><br><br>She pressed her hands on the wall and undid her leather wrap, moving into the bathroom. She took her satchel with her, and drew out the pair of lacy things Corrupter had made for her. She called forth water of her own element and then moved into the large wooden basin that was the handcrafted and smooth (elegant even) bathtub. Resting in its bottom, the lukewarm water swished around her and warmed her core, but yet was cooling when compared to the heat she had whipped up in the room. Her clothes strewn about, and her scent still thick, she knew she had done something she might've been better off to avoid... And still she heard that idiotic bimbo crying out as Darius fucked her. Jealousy made her bare her teeth, until the sounds were too much.<br><br>Laying completely flat in the wide, long wooden basin, she placed her left hand atop of her firm stomach. The Water rings glistened, and the bathwater- as well as a little more created when she used them- began to swirl into a capsule over her body, creating an arching top to the tub much like a coffin of water, but still leaving a few inches that her body rested in at the bottom.<br><br>Staring up into the mixing rush of water above her- the sound of which blocked out the sound of the moaning and the security of it keeping outside noises out as well, Aster thought. The rushing tendrils of water was making her hand throb just barely, but not bad enough. It was a simple form to create a dome top or capsule, though harder on her because she did not have the ocean in sight, and instead formed clean elemental water. <br><br><em>I am straying from my path, aren't I brother? What should I do? This desire... I have never felt it before... Will it devour me? I feel I am lost to the demon in me, and I don't want to be... What is happening to me?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 07:01:18</strong>
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				The voice replied to her question, tiny and small, but fanned by her feeding it – not one, not twice, but thrice. <br><br><strong>“He can want you. Can devote himself to you. All you have to do is give in. Let me in,</strong>” the voice whispered, as gently cruel as the moans nearby were loud and nearly impossible to keep out. The coiling sensation against her demon pressed inward, clenched as her cunt had, clenched around the fuel – the poisoned seed of the Leviathan…then went abruptly quiet. <br><br>Moments later, the Corrupter sauntered into the room, dressed and looking as fresh as a man who had not just fucked a woman into submission until she had – literally – passed out. He hated when quickies did that. An hour of fucking shouldn’t ruin a woman like that. <br><br>Smirking, he moved to sit next to the bed, aware of Aster’s presence in the nearby room, but having no interest in stirring things up. He’d fed because he had no choice; she’d given him none. Now, he was nearly full. Full enough to do what must be done, certainly – and that was all that mattered. <br><br>That he had not physically been pleased enough by the blonde to climax was of little importance to him; no woman had earned that since the Succubus. Human women just…lacked real stamina. Probably because they were trained to be lazy, he surmised. A man pushed it in, climaxes in a few pumps and is done – leads to the creation of a whole way of life centered around finishing, not indulging. <br><br>Oh well, maybe one day he’d settle down and train a woman proper. Until then, work, work, and more work. Glowing, he settled off in his thoughts, as close to sleep as he could come.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 07:16:07</strong>
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				"That's just it..." Aster responded to the inner voice, talking now to herself, as insane as it may've sounded should anyone have been listening. "If I give in, let you in, what will become of <em>me</em>?" Aster sounded weak in that split second, and closed her eyes. The water over her collapsed, as suddenly as power could've released. She felt the water splash against her face and then her body, bobbing her head up a bit. She then bathed, cleaning herself up with the soap and hair wash the inn provided in their washrooms, and dressed only in the panties and bra Corrupter had made for her. <br><br>Aster then emptied the basin. She took a long few minutes to just stand alone in the bathroom in only the little bit of clothing he had prepared for her... She was, sadly for herself, still unquenched. The fierce orgasms, after having been washed away, only left her in the same spot. Wanting, aching, wishing. Longing. Need. She felt desperate, but never wanted to desperately want anything but her mission's completion. <br><br><em>Why can't that kid come back? At the very least, I could smell his blood and molest him a little... Perhaps I will indulge... Just... Just a little... I need it... want it... answers... answers, and that passion... <br>I can't believe I've been infected with his disease, at only the slightest touch...</em><br><br>It was in that second something came over her, something strong, and she turned and faced the washroom door. She gazed at its wooden structure and knew Darius was outside, there in the room, having fed from some woman while she was still suffering horribly...<br><br><em>God dammit, I can't... I can't take this anymore...</em> <br><br>Raising her right hand, the door opened without a touch to it, and she looked upon Darius, in only her smooth form and the lacy panties and bra which hugged her lean form perfectly, and only were accentuated by long tendrils of damp midnight hair that clung to her throat and shoulders. Her lips parted, and she finally spoke, a demanding essence to her voice as she twisted her hands so that her palms faced the man. <br><br>"You're going to answer my questions, and answer them now. Lock the door, you're not leaving again until I say so. Even if it means I have to force you to stay in here with me. I'm not going to let you drive me insane like this. What have you done to me Corrupter? What is this power, and this need? Why can't I stop it?" Her voice grew tough, harsh and rasped almost as her anger was showing, her anger over her lack of total control over everything. Her hands remained facing him as she stood, tall and powerful. One leg slightly in front of the other, chest out, back straight and shoulders back, eyes set on him without even the slightest hint of a wavering gaze. <br><br><em>Tell me everything, just tell me the truth. Why must you do this to me?! What is happening?!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 07:55:26</strong>
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				Darius opened his mouth to reply…when it happened. Again. This time, the transformation was not keyed by hunger, but (unbeknownst to the two of them) the encroaching danger far below. Fed, fed to the point that he did not realize just how bloated he was, the Corrupter had no choice, no chance, when it was time for the Other to surface. His silken robes shimmered, every single rune blossoming into orange-hued light, near blinding. The Corrupter’s mind vanished into that light. <br><br>It was a hallway, limned in white. Doors on either side and one at the end that would never be open. Cursing his luck, cursing with all of his foul-mouthed desire, the Corrupter demanded, “Send me back. I want her. I want to have her, she feels like….”<br><br>A soothing voice pressed through the sealed door, <strong>“She feels like Aramanthine, yes. You should not remember her. That was not from your life at all. This is…unforeseen. As much as we would like you to stay and feed, you may not. Danger nears. Sooner than you think.” </strong><br><br>Spitting, cursing, the Corrupter shifted forward, stopping in front of the door he recognized as belonging to the Innocent. He reached out, prepared to do what must be done – belatedly admitting to himself that part of him was looking forward to the relief…when…<br><br><strong>“No,” </strong>the voice said, hard. <br><br>The Corrupter flicked his gaze to the unopened door. “No? Who, then?”<br><br><strong>“There are no demons, which leaves us with few choices. You have not fed enough for more than the King.”</strong><br><br>Flickering dark eyes to another door, a door that literally bulged inward as though the inhabitant behind it could warp the very fabric of Darius’ mind and soul, the Corrupter winced. “Not him. He’s…”<br><br><strong>“It does not matter. He must be the one, for now. You will be released when he finishes, should we survive the onslaught.” </strong><br><br>And so it was. Compelled, the Corrupter found himself face to face with the door marked simply, “Ash.” Reaching out, he touched the smooth surface and…<br><br>--<br>Light froze in place, solidified, went out. In the space that the Corrupter had occupied was an entirely new form. Human, though out of proportion – seven feet tall, perhaps taller, the muscular man was pale, not tan. Almond shaped eyes and slightly pointed ears framed an angular, predatory face as the giant mount of muscle shifted in place. Whereas the Corrupter was a harmony of precision, of indulgence and decadence, this man was built for one thing: War. <br><br>That’s not to say that Ash was not attractive in an over sized, muscle-bound, alien way – to the right woman, he would be stunningly so. Naked, his daunting girth dangling just above his knee in an almost hilarious posture, Ash extended an over-sized hand and…wrapped his fingers in the remnants of the light hanging in the air. The light pulsed, once, the flooded inward, pushing into the flesh of his chest and out his back in the form of a silvery-gray robe. A mantle that flourished behind him, flickering like some cat’s tail. It flailed about on its own, covering his pelvis out of some sense of modesty – though the man clearly did not notice. <br><br>Sharp teeth appeared behind thin lips as he smiled to the girl in the lacy underwear. The look was…not quite…a sneer. “Ah. A demon-concubine with the taint of my Other on her. How charming. I trust you’ve finished your mating and are prepared to discuss serious business?”<br><br>His tone was dismissive; he had no real knowledge of what the Corrupter had done. Still, this foreign, predator’s slitted eyes seemed to peer inside the girl, to see things the Corrupter had not seen; to recognize more of her truth than the other could have. <br><br>In a way, she had gotten her wish and Darius had his; he’d escaped, and she might find some answers. <br><br>Whatever ties and desires the Corrupter had bound her with did not simply vanish in his absence, unfortunately. Ash was of a different shape and physical desire…well, who knew – maybe Aster would go for that sort of guy – but the connection, it remained. <br><br>Somewhere, deep down, there was something that connected all three people – The Innocent, The Corrupter, and now, The King. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 08:08:23</strong>
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				As a change became, she felt herself somewhat in shock and awe. And what became of Corrupter left her rather surprised and tense. She slid her leg back and held her hands in the position she would went demon hunting. Water swirled around her hands as she gazed at this man, but seeing him fully robed, she dropped her magic and decided he had no wicked intent- at least not yet. <br><br>"I have not felt the scourge of his touch within me, so no, I have not mated the Corrupter." <br><br>She felt something from him still. Perhaps not as strong, but damn, it was still there. A slight attraction, her desire still without being quenched was left to fester like a sickness. Aster stepped forward though, not minding her lack of wardrobe (put nicely). <br><br>"But I am ready to discuss some serious matters, as it seemed feeding kept Corrupter from telling me himself." She said, a slight agitated tone to her voice. "I want to know what Corrupter did to me that night I touched his shoulder and resisted his allure, and I want to know what called you here... " 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 08:19:25</strong>
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				Ash sniffed. His nostrils were delicate, European, but they flared surprisingly wide as he inhaled the scents of the room. “Why does it smell like a female in heat in here if he did not mate? It is his nature to do so.” He frowned, shrugged those massively muscular shoulders, a motion that brought his insane clavicle into stark attention, then relaxed. <br><br>Studying her for a moment, he replied, voice low, “In my experience, the Corrupter’s touch briefly influences those who are weak to him. Only…there is something more when like calls to like. His,” he paused hand rolling generally, “scent is a flavor similar to that of a type of demon called an Incubus.” He pointed at her chest, “Your scent is similar, but extremely different, too. He might be called “blue” while you might be called “red” for example. It is the nature of his power to…change, to infect, to Corrupt.”<br><br>He paused, considering, “I am no mage. One of those could answer your questions better. I suspect his touch has latched onto the blood inside you and is trying to transform you – a process which involves combat, conflict, desire. And…power. Lots, and lots, of power.” He smiled broadly, “Power we can use.”<br><br>Impulsively, he moved away from her and toward the wall, extending his hand against the wood surface, “I sense…evil coming. Miles below the surface. They will be here in a day, perhaps two, at their current rate.” His mantle twitched eagerly and he spun to face her again, eyes alight. “This will be glorious!” <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 08:30:35</strong>
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				At the words about power and infection, Aster groaned. First one demon tainted her, and made her more than human. And now him, whatever <em>he</em> was. These multiple personalities all shuffled together. This <em>golem</em> of men. She shook her head. Was Corrupter going to change her too? Make her forget who she was and leave her that much more determined to find a solid goal that reconnects her to her old and quickly fading humanity? Was she going to change, and become something so wicked and lustful that she would become his opposite? She was already a small part demon, but then to become part human, demon, and Succubus? <br><br>Aster felt like she was drowning within herself, and even then, she was still unquenched in desire. At least this new one, this King, had not the will to look upon her and see her, to inflict his desires upon her, the way Corrupter did. She didn't know if it felt better though. Resisting someone who wanted you and you wanted them back, or resisting someone who could care less. <br><br>Another inward groan formed in her mind as she suppressed thoughts of sex, lots and lots of wild, dominating passion that would cure her of this illness... <br><br>"Evil?" She took a long breath. "There's been so much evil lurking around lately... Well, I am glad you can sense it, and warn me. Would you come with me to the Iswald city's market, I think I could find a few things to help me prepare." Aster said. "If not, you can always stay here and rue in the scent of my single-handed ache." A sarcastic tone bit at the air a bit, but Aster just shrugged it off and continued, picking up her leather things and dressing again, ready to gather a few new items regardless. <br><br>"Though I will need to pickpocket someone for cash first..." She whispered to herself, before turning her bright hues upon the King, staring up at him fearlessly as she walked only inches before him, hand on her bare hips. "So, are you coming or staying?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 08:48:22</strong>
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				The man looked down into her eyes. No, he was not a man, not a human anyway – there was something foreign in him, even more foreign than in the Corrupter. This man’s face did not reflect desire, but as the woman shifted forward to face him, he smiled and reached out, hooking one massive hand around her hip. His touch was warm and hard…but it was just skin that touched her, just flesh. Wrapping around her ass cheek, his fingers squeezed the bunch of thick, hard muscle, drawing her close, letting her press against his mantle.<br><br>It felt like a combination of velvet and skin, almost like the flesh covering a man’s cock, though nothing quite as lewd – still, it felt alive, responsive. The cloth wound around her muscular thighs and tugged her closer, letting her feel the sheer proportional girth of this inhuman creature, this King. Bending down, he exhaled across her lips before he kissed her hard, impulsively.<br><br>His lips weren’t as soft as Darius’ would have been, but there was utter honesty there. He was kissing her, not drinking from her, not trying to infect her. And more, he was entirely present, not worried about protecting her – no, this man knew a woman and knew precisely what to do with an equal. His tongue tip, slippery and soft, flashed across her upper lip as he broke the kiss, still holding onto her. <br><br>Pausing, he spoke softly, “Not all three, young lady. If you let his poison into you, it would add to the demon, transform it. Change the type of power inside you. Permanently make you into something else…as easily as letting the original taint consume you. Perhaps, while the two desires war, you will find a way to balance things – to make them fight one another, with you in control?” He smiled and leaned down, kissing her again. <br><br>Against her lips, he whispered, “I have not known a woman who felt as strong as you in three hundred years.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 09:16:56</strong>
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				Ash had just put her clothes on when this man, or more-than-man, hooked his arm around her and drew her close. Without the intimidating essence of Corrupter making her feel wary of what would become of things, she found herself creating that purr within her chest once more. This was it, giving in and not giving up. Perfect. But the swell of her desires was rushing onward, did King know what he was getting into, unlocking from her? It felt like a tidal wave to wash away the world was coming, unlocked by his lips. His kiss was fierce, but what he put into it she returned ten fold. Longing resolved. Need to be quenched. Here was the answer. Indeed, King was right. It was time for some answers.<br><br>Reaching up, her arms wrapped around his neck, her nails gliding over that pale skin as her fingertips memorized the smoothness. Her eyes fell shut and she locked lips with him again, regardless of his words. Her lips only parted this time to capture his lower lip between her teeth in a somewhat dominating nip, tugging that lower lip while her body began to arouse all over again, so quickly with all that remained from her previous session. It was as if she had not touched herself in a hundred years. Her left hand crawled up his smooth skin along the back of his neck and then to the back of his head. Her other hand slid over his shoulder and caressed his chest before sweeping around his ass and gripping it with her nails. Breaking the kiss, her head lolled back and she parted her lips, a dark, wicked purr coming from within her throat before she rolled her eyes forward and locked them onto Ash's. <br><br>"I didn't know this was your idea for preparation of war." Aster grinned darkly, as she felt her legs spread, pressing her body into his as if they would meld together. Her heat was forming, against her skin as her navel pressed to his body. Her arms were tight, like snakes squeezing him closer to her. Ash's lips were the antidote for now, the closest remedy she'd find...<br><br>Locking lips once more, she unleashed yet another passionate kiss from her unending well of fire, her tongue snaking into his own mouth to do sweet, warm battle with his own. She lifted her right hand off of his body and thought hard, concentrated while kissing him to make her power work. Slowly, and almost a little haphazardly, her leather garments were loosened, the ties of her pants undone just a hair and her top undone so that the leather halted around her figure and finally shifted without touch as to fall to the floor. Her erect nipples pressed into his robes, grinding against his skin and sending static waves of pleasure into her body. Her leg raised and wrapped around him, though he was much taller. She kept her leg at his side, her thigh caressing him and her calf promising no leeway to his body as she drew her heeled boot along his own leg. The heat from her sex was radiating like Hell's pit, warm and scented like honeysuckle candle. She was wet from the kiss alone, and her nails were already tracing patterns of possession over Ash. <br><br>Leaning her head back she gasped, lost to what she wanted to do to this giant of a man. She pressed her right hand to his chest, and summoned both her Strength and her Force. <br><br>"How about we make a little move." She grinned wildly, taking a step to the side and gesturing to the dresser, where her hips would be perfectly even with his as their kissing, and who knows all what else, would most definitely would ensue. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 09:29:01</strong>
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				Ash’s hard flesh met hers, taut and dense with unassailable muscle that gave way only slightly. His mantle, that stretching robe that flowed and flickered around him, felt more like a human’s skin than his did, though both were smooth and utterly hairless. As she worked her hand around his neck, across his bald head, she could feel the hint of where the mantle connected, a ridge of upraised skin just across the back of his shoulders. Quite literally, Ash and his mantle were one. <br><br>Her caress on his neck had an odd affect on the massive muscular man – his irises narrowed to the point of nearly vanishing and he gasped in a moan of ecstatic pleasure that allowed her tongue past his lips. He returned the favor expertly. To be honest, the Corrupter would have had better technique but far less passion. Ash found her ass cheeks, gripped her as tightly as was safe and pushed her back against the nearby shelf as effortlessly as lifting a feather. That her clothes jumped out of the way was a happy coincidence. <br><br>Like some sort of prehensile appendage, Ash’s cloak fluttered up and wound around Aster’s clothes, tugging the loose things off. Then, Ash did something only his kind could do: His mantle literally flowed between them and supported Aster’s hips while his hands moved away. What an oddly useful tool…<br><br>His hands were large enough to more than cover her large C-breasts and his touch was amazingly delicate, rolling across her skin, exploring the peaks and valleys. Leaning down, reluctantly breaking the kiss, Ash pressed his mouth to one of her upturned nipples, rolling his tongue across the pert offering – then paused – and exhaled, warming the moisture he’d left behind. His teeth grazed the sensitized flesh before he bit down and tugged, firmly, contrasting the gentle tease of his earlier motions. <br><br>Looking up, into her eyes, he watched for her reaction as his near foot of fuckmeat rolled across her entrance and ass, the plumb-sized head pulsing with life as he teased her. Kissed her. Then arched, just hard enough to force-feed her body the first inch of his cock, spreading her labia around him in a lewd, delicious motion that was both wet, and hot, and mildly painful. <br><br>Ash looked down, studying her – studying the sweat already forming between her breasts, her taut abdomen, and her teased, indulged, cunt and murmured, “Now that is one of the most beautiful things I have seen in generations..” And he meant it too. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 09:43:10</strong>
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				The move to the dresser went well. She almost wished he had resisted, so she could've tested her might on this man, but damn she liked where it was going and it was going there quickly. His robe seemed to be a thing much like Corrupter's construct- a tool that aided him greatly. Aster spread her legs for him widely, as wide as she could (which was surprisingly well suited to the lean and acrobatic nature of her toned fighter's body). Her head dipped back as his head bent, and his lips and tongue went to work upon her nipple. The little bud sent sonic pulses of satisfaction through her, only for the sensation to suddenly be pressed when his teeth nipped down a bit, making her fingers curling into his shoulders before one hand returned to the back of his neck. <br><br>As he moved, she felt the thick, lengthy cock caressing her, and she reached down with her two fingers to spread the flushed pink petals of her pussy, only for him to force himself into her. She felt his cock pushing her body back until she pressed into it, causing that first thick inch to spread her walls and give her the most amazing taste of firm, thick, throbbing pleasure- regardless of the mild sting that it caused. She knew she'd adjust quickly, simply because of the demon in her that allowed her body to do things most humans' couldn't at times. Taking a massive throbbing member like Ash's was perhaps one of those things, regardless it had been almost thirty years since the day Aster had been reborn and given her new form. Thirty years, without sex or a man's touch. She was tight like a virgin, but she had the mentality of a sex scholar, the body of a sex goddess, and the skill and desire of a damn good professional. Without needing him to move, she showed him her desire, in arching her body up on his. She trusted Ash to hold her hips while her nails drew over the back of his neck, her other hand locked on his shoulder. She raised her hips and pressed him deeper into her, taking a good five or six inches tightly into her soaking wet, throbbing pussy. <br><br>A stammered moan broke into the room as her head fell back. For a split second, her walls contracted, squeezing Ash's phallus to the point of form-fitting his shape to the fitting of his pores. She relaxed just as quickly though, spreading her legs a little further again and arching her hips, working to have him slide out of her wet velvet sheath, until only the head remained again. Her walls collapsed when he left, tight and firm, but ready for the stretch again as her body hungered for more. Raising her hips again, she let out a fierce cry of pleasure that was a warrior song of passion and aggression, heaven to any red-blooded man's ears. Her aching womanhood gobbled up his cock almost to the hilt, and she had to stop for fear of her legs giving out at such a length without first adjusting. But that one stroke was the last she'd need. Practice was over. Time for the real thing. <br><br>Her eyes met his and she drew her lips to his, hungrily and passionately, as she tightened her thighs and moaned into his kiss, raising her hips once more- and a little more fiercely, as if to take him all on her own. Aster was definitely not the kind of woman to just lay and "take it" or be "fucked". She had too much fight in her for such silly antics. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 10:00:46</strong>
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				<br><br>Ash reached out and gripped the edge of the dresser as he adjusted himself to her sudden return fucking. The wood cracked beneath his light grasp, shattering. He cursed, grumbling about things not made to last and sufficed to hook his hand around her neck, bending her to him, bending her to his hungry mouth. Moving close, moving up, he kissed her as he arched inward, driving him into her hungry depths.<br><br>It was a very, very, good thing that she was far more powerful than any normal woman. Ash was strong enough to, quite literally, punch through a steel wall without feeling the resistance. He pushed into her in a single thrust, deeply and hard enough that his fat head nearly ripped past her cervix, though not quite. He withheld, uncertain just how much her body could handle; sensing her power was one thing, knowing her physical limits another. <br><br>He was molten hot inside her, a living foot-or-more bar of throbbing thick-veined heat, the upraised edges of him rolling across her g-spot, rubbing, stroking, squirming against her insides as though it, too was alive. His mantle flowed across her backside, the odd substance tickling her tighter, more forbidden hole and taint, caressing her rosebud as he penetrated her, adding more stimulation – as he moaned to her hand along his shoulders. <br><br>Apparently, the place where his mantle connected to his skin was his most sensitive space. Odd though it was. As she arched, bucked, moved and writhed against him, his mammoth need began easing out what felt like pre-cum. Scent-free and liquid, it eased his passage only slightly, but settled into her womb, remaining behind with each thrust, adding more sensation to his passage.<br><br>In a woman of Ash’s own race, this would have guaranteed pregnancy. They were a horny, procreative lot. <br><br>Looking into her eyes, Ash whispered, voice low, “Is that the best you’ve fucking got?” He withdrew, almost entirely, and arched forward hard enough to slam her into the dresser, knocking it over. Careless, he held her in mid air long enough to adjust the two of them against the wall, his mantle still supporting her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 10:13:20</strong>
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				As he thrust into her, slamming into her body, he halted just enough that his plum-sized tip was snug against her cervix. But her body adjusted immediately. Her pussy lengthened, as most women's did to the normal human phallus, hers had the extra length given to her by her demon side. She had known this a long time ago, felt it, because Leviathon had wanted her to be ready for <em>his</em> length. When he then returned to slam into her enough to break the dresser, she threw her head back and screamed out in pleasure, the more they fucked the easier and far more pleasant it became. Suddenly taking him to the hilt was possible, and yet her body felt full as if she could take no more. She probably couldn't, Leviathon could surely be no larger than this, if not by just a little bit. <br><br>She felt his mantle saving her, caressing her in so many places at once. Could Corrupter do this? She couldn't care. Aster wrapped her legs firmly around his hips, her hands around his neck and her fingers dipping down to move over where his mantle met his skin drawing gentle feather-like caresses against it. She rocked her hips forward, taking him as he pinned her to the wall.<br><br>"Not at all..." Aster growled as she leaned her head into the crook of his neck. She rocked her body into his, fucking him and taking him in every inch, feeling a repercussion of stings every now and then, but feeling the ease of it all the more they went at it. Her legs tightened and released him, using his boy as the pillar on which she gained her strength. Her lips traced over his neck, at first along his shoulder at the mantle, then along the edge where she let her tongue caress the two fleshes before luring her kiss up to his earlobe. She nipped and bit, licked and suckled on the flesh while moaning out, her body being filled with the thickest man she'd ever heard of. Pleasure spun through her like a web of lava, and he was making her crazed with the sensation. <br><br>"Is that... all you've got?" Aster finally retorted then, as she caught his earlobe perfectly with her canine, the sharp but human-ish tip puncturing it just barely as she rocked herself up, and then down right into him from an angle that sent her hips clashing into his with both gravity and her own strength on her side. Then she felt her power forming. A trickle of icy cold water formed in the air, and caressed the back of his neck, ran in a slow trained fashion down his back, greatly challenging the heat of their bodies as it trekked the valley of his spine and then returned, only to disappear. But at the same time, she also felt her force ring beginning to charge, readying to be strong and powerful, to release her power as they wildly fucked in that room meant for her and the Stranger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 10:22:20</strong>
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				Ash grabbed her hips and pinned her tightly against the wall, eyes flashing with her comment, “All I’ve got eh?” He withdrew, leaving only the head inside as his mantle pressed inward, gently exploring her ass, entering slowly at first, but adding even more sensation as he suddenly bucked forward, hard enough to slam her into and through the wall. The two of them exploded through one room and into the next. Laying, spent, dazed, on the bed, the buxom blonde blinked and tried to scream but, apparently, was so drained that she couldn’t even do that. <br><br>Smirking up at her, Ash lifted his body enough that the fake little whore could watch his fourteen inch cock pull out of Aster’s body…saw her gawk, before he slammed back inside, careless of showing off. The impact jerked the two of them against the floor hard enough to crack wood and Ash moaned. Her caresses against his Node were what were really driving him wild though – as he entered her again, this time, he shoved hard enough for the tip of his dick to spear her cervix.<br><br>And he came. One massive, womb-filling blast of cream directly side her. Arching, shuddering, moaning, screaming, he remained still as he emptied his heavy balls inside of her. As he remained still, however, his mantle dove in and out of her ass, fucking her through his climax. <br><br>Shuddering, he began to withdraw, but his cock…it got no softer. His race was made for this, to procreate as often and as fast as possible. Not for pleasure, but to maintain themselves. Looking down into her face, he rolled onto his back, pulling her atop him and commented, voice wry, “Let’s show the whore how it’s done.”<br><br>Ash could smell the Corrupter’s stink in the air. Somehow, it made him even more interested in fucking Aster senseless, aroused his sensibilities. Who knew, he was…kind of…competing with himself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 10:34:20</strong>
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				As he thrust into her the next time, they both went through the wall. His thrusts so deep that her moans began but never ended- instead they were halted sharply as he thrust so hard and so perfectly that the oxygen in her lungs rushed out too fast to become anything but a sharp exhale. The two hit the floor and she saw his eyes look up as he almost completely withdrew, his cock glistening with her juice before he plunged back into her again. He was rough, and she loved it. Though she had always thought she'd be more of a passionate sex kind of person, aggressive sex was working out well for her two. But then he pierced her, so deep and hard that she felt her cervix spread around his crown. Her legs tensed and she winced, lips parting as the pain was easily washed away by the feel of his cum like a warm salve, creamy and covering her, filling her. But it was not over.<br><br>Ash's next words influenced her, inspired her. He rolled onto his back and she mounted his cock immediately. She slid down and rocked her hips like a dance over him, causing pressure to be applied not just to her but to his cock with every sway of her hips as she gobbled him up to the hilt again and again. Her nails dug into the chest of his mantle and she had already realized that the seam of where the mantle and he met was his sensitive spot. Her body was sore, but her will to go on was unending. She could drive herself literally to death in this kind of heat. She leaned forward a bit, slamming her weight onto his cock and using the force suddenly. Her body hit his hard, pressing him into the floor and slapping their skin together, creating more of her sharp moans. Her fingers slide up and around his neck, she began to draw her nails. Sharply, along that spot he was so sensitive, before lightly nurturing the gesture with her smooth fingertips. Her pussy gripped his cock, and all the juices within her coated her entirely, and made it so that she could thoroughly fuck him now even easier than before. <br><br>"Mmm, let's." She groaned lowly, his seed making her tingle along her inner walls, as she played with his unique mantle and rode him harder than she had ever attempted to ride any man before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 10:42:26</strong>
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				Ash’s seed was unlike a normal man’s on many levels – it was incredibly potent for one, and full of power for another; it wasn’t as though he was giving away anything of himself though; cumming did not diminish him as it might the Corrupter, nor did it bond him to her as it would the Corrupter – Ash did not feel love in the way a human did; he knew great sex, he knew reproduction, but he really wasn’t built to have relationships in the same way other races were. <br><br>Now, here’s where the twisty part comes in: The Corrupter’s essence (theoretically a very small sliver of it) was inside her, and able to focus, refuel, re-tool, refine, corrupt and generally horny-ify just about anything. A demon infected with the Corrupter might become more powerful, for example, but also transform into a Succubus in the process. The combination of the two presences; massive amounts of fuel and the Corrupter’s hungry taint probably wouldn’t amount to anything, given that the taint was busy clinging to Aster’s demon blood, but it was interesting food for thought – possibly explosive, too.<br><br>In either event, Ash could not make her pregnant, it was literally impossible for him in this form. Instead, his seed had an odd sort of potential healing effect that enhanced her demonic ones. It would allow him to fuck a human woman without killing her. <br><br>All that aside, Ash reached down, gripped her hips, and arched hard enough to split most women in half. Her cunt filled, her ass fucked, he filled her to the brim even as she continued to tease him (which made him ooze more of that odd pre-cum like substance) and demanded, voice a low growl, “Cum around me. Release. I want it all….” And he did too.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 23:06:59</strong>
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				She caressed those spots that made him weak, touched him repeatedly and arched her body every crushing blow he made into her fiery womb. She moaned, cried out, sweet melodic coos of ecstasy. Finally her hands gripped him just as his latched onto her hips. Her orgasm was encroaching. In her mind, in the pit, she thought of Corrupter, of what he did to her without even having to touch her... And it happened.<br><br>Explosive, rocking her body and his alike. Her walls suckled his cock as if to milk of it life itself. His seed stirred with her joy, mixing as her juices excreted around his phallus. Her body felt as though she'd been struck by lightning. Aster leaned back, moaning, dropping her hands out to her sides. As she rocked her hips in small tremors against his cock, riding him into her deepest depth and feeling her pussy throb and clench around him stronger than before, her power burst from her body. Water wove itself around the room, spiraling around them like a hurricane that they sat in the eye of. The other girl barely managed a shriek as she lifted herself weakly off the bed and fled, the wall of spiraling water creating a tornado of motion, expanding and tightening, the sounds of a waterfall right near their ears. <br><br>As her orgasm- tingling her skin and almost making her heart stall- began to loosen, and came to an end, the power began to slow. The water stopped spiraling, and expanded in the room in the form of thick floating drops, before she felt her eyes fall shut.<br><br><em>Release.</em><br><br>The droplets of water sucked inward at the speed of light and disappeared only an inch or so away from her skin, all that power being drawn right back into her body as- while Ash's manhood was still plunged deeply in her tight sheath- Aster fell forward. Her hands collapsed against the wooden boards and she caught herself just over him, her heated pants rolling over his mantle before she rested her head there. Her hair was scattered about in damp tendrils of shimmering blue-ish black, and her lips and throat were dry from moaning, though the inhale of power from the water moisturized her body from the dehydration of vigorous and somewhat war-ish sex. <br><br>She panted, her pussy spasming around his cock in tremors of clenching and loosening, her juices soaking into his pores and draping him in a coat of liquid heat. She knew when she raised herself off, she would have two loads of his cum as well as her own abundance of juices to drain from her wet, fulfilled womanhood.<br><br>"The... the pressure... the power, it's subsided... You've healed me..." She whispered, letting her lips trace over his chest as she found not the strength just yet to raise herself off of his thick member. For now, she could only lay atop of his body, trembling with unforeseen satisfaction and pleasure, trying to gather herself again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 02:50:38</strong>
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				Ash’s inhuman muscularity folded around her like a glove; combined with the sensuous, alien sensation of his velvet mantle and her weave of power – and they were alone in a world of sensations, of healing and release. The sensations moving through the King’s body were neigh indescribable – velvet greed and force and pleasure all combined with a woman who could handle his (albeit restrained) strength. It was, as far as Ash had known and could know, the perfect bonding of man and woman. <br><br>But he did not cling. Did not hold onto her too tightly or make promises that he did not know how to keep. His fingers slid up and down her back and hips, soothing, stroking out the sensitive exhaustion, the timorous need for contact without sex, that he felt inside of her. Knowing that she’d thought about the Corrupter during sex with him wouldn’t have bothered him one bit – he was an utter pragmatist. <br><br>The musky scent of their coupling filled the room, sweet but also over-cooked, like noodles left on the stove just a little too long. Lifting her, keeping her utterly flush with his chest, he carried her from the broken remains of the whore’s bed and back to their room. Wrapping himself around her, mantle literally cupping her like a blanket, he settled down with her into an impromptu hazy sleep.<br><br>It didn’t even occur to him how odd it was that he needed sleep. <br><br>---X X ---<br><br>Clad in midnight armor, articulated chitin plates folding over links of chainmail, the Drow high priestess absently flicked her multi-headed snake whip at the back of a massive ogre. The fifteen foot tall, wart-covered green and brown creature wore Lamalar and chain himself, along with a cup the size of a cart cradling oversized sex organs. <br><br>Heaving, straining, at purple-limned chains that had sunk ten feet deep in stone embankments the Ogre, and the six others nearby, were busy quarrying rock with brute force combined with magic. It made the work of months take hours. Already the tunnel leading to the mines of Iswald was half way complete; the walls reinforced by the power of the Goddess’ tear, making any sot of fortification redundant. Behind the excavation a wall of armored Drow warriors – replete with magical gear and poisoned arrows, crossbow bolts, sword blades and everything else they could manage – waited tirelessly. <br><br>---X X ---<br><br>In the slumber that he should not have needed, Ash moaned softly and arched, manhood slipping across Aster’s sex. But it was not sexual arousal that stirred him. No, it was the unconscious promise of battle. And soon.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 03:20:10</strong>
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				Against his chest, his mantle wrapped around her, and she was unsure of the motions they took. But all she knew is the tired Crystal Mage was worn out. She felt a bed, and was encased in Ash's unique garment, where she soon fell asleep...<br><br><br><div align="center">~XXX~</div><br><br><em>Ashleigh opened her eyes, touched her stomach and felt no scar. But she felt different. Her body was a year older, nineteen now, but firm. How could she have fallen asleep for one night and grown stronger? Her eyes lifted to scan the room, and she realized something. Her house was ingrown, vines pushing into the cracks of the floor and along the walls, the dust littered over the tabletops and broken boards of counters and cabinets. Blood of the battle on the floor was now dried like a brown pain stain into the floor, flaky and cracked. The room smelled of death and honeysuckles, and she was unsure of it all.<br><br>"How long... have I rested?" Ashleigh Teran reached back, readying to brush her fingers through her smooth and long black waves, but felt something different. Hair a little silkier, finer, and an unusual off black color. She wondered if her blue eyes remained then, as she breathed again and caught every smell in the room. "What... has happened to me?"<br><br>Memories of Leviathon returned, as she stood up. Her clothes were hardened, oddly (and somehow perhaps by magic) thin and petrified. Upon standing, Ashleigh's clothes crumbled into thin pebbles and stone dust, leaving her nude in her new body. Staring down, she ran her hands over her body and felt her natural mage powers enhanced.<br><br>"Leviathon, you have tried and failed... It is finally my turn..." She whispered, heading towards the door and disappearing out into the wilderness outside of her abandoned home.</em><br><br><br><div align="center">~XXX~</div><br><br>Slowly rising from her sleep, Aster began to writhe nudely in the bed, opening her eyes to see him. She slipped away from his mantle and strolled nudely to the washroom, using her rings to fill it with cool water. She dipped into it, and bathed slowly, washing away the sweat and ache in her muscles of sex. Sliding one finger within her, she felt where Ash's cum had spilled onto her thigh and was still draining from her body little by little. Even then though, she noticed she was still fairly tight, recovering from the sex to maintain her firmness in bed. <br><br>Cleaned up, she slid on the dress that the Corrupter had made for her simply because it was clean and she needed to get out and get some things.<br><br>"Ash," She said simply, moving to her small pouch of crystals. She pulled out Lightning crystals again, settling them where her water was, before she moved to the door. "I am going to go gather supplies, care to come with me? We should leave this room as soon as possible considering it is not paid for in full and we've... destroyed... a lot of property..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 03:44:53</strong>
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				<em>They had killed his son. His son. The violation had been worsened by how it had happened, the tainted corruption that had been used to transform his brilliant and powerful boy into a monster capable of things that were unimaginable. Thinking of it, remembering it, made Ash shiver in a cold sweat, his borrowed body suffering weaknesses that his original, true form, never would have. He could still see the once pure features of his half-human boy, regal, unbowed, superimposed over the black cancer that had overtaken him, eating through his special type of power. Power that had used crystals. <br></em><br>Crystals. Connection. <br><br>Skipping forward. <br><em><br>The Gods had allowed his son to be captured, tainted, murdered. Weak, feeble, unwilling to do what must be done, Ash raged against them, against the walls of the world that protected them, against their secret abode in the outer limits of human consciousness. He could feel the bubble of their world, feel their tenuous connection to their human supplicants and, through that connection, he squeezed, pushed himself, forced his righteous hatred. He could sense the God’s fear, fear for their lives.</em><br><br>Fear. Connection.<br><br>Skipping forward.<br><br><em>“You’re asking for a piece of my soul in order to do what? To create what?” Ash shook his head, his mantle flowing around him as he hovered in the blackness between worlds, in the utter echo hollow of outer space. The figure before him is a white outline, an unknown, but the figure’s response is calm, cool, understanding. Finally, Ash agrees and reaches down, tearing a small sliver – perhaps a hundredth or less, of his mantle – a sliver that heals instantly – and passes it to the other man. It was time for Ash to die again, anyway. Why not invest in another protector for the world?</em><br><br>Soul. Connection. <br><br>-----<br>Ash woke in a white hot heat, his enormous body shivering momentarily as realization, as a connection that should not have happened, shot through his psyche. He looked over at Aster, luminous slitted eyes narrowing at the sight of her crystal rings. Those were the key, ironically enough; without those rings, he would not have remembered his dead son. Almost, he sobbed, but nothing showed on his face. <br><br>“Your crystals. I know where to find others. Different ones.” He knew more about what he was now, Ash did. Reaching through the debris, he found a slip of parchment and rolled ink across it, letting his flowing mantle spread the color around, creating a textured diagram of some foreign location, some lost vista. He offered the tarp to her off-handedly, then acknowledged her words. “Supplies will be good. The under-worlders will be here in hours. We should tell the local troops.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 03:57:46</strong>
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				As Ash woke, he gave her a random string of information that made her quirk a brow but smile indeed. More Crystals? Crystal itself was fairly easy to fine, mine, and eventually refine. And Aster had used her own power to craft them to create all the power crystals she currently had. But more was never a bad thing, seeing as how she hadn't crafted any new ones in the past year and could use a few new abilities.<br><br>"I'll take it, and I think we should leave then. First to a tavern, I need to make some quick cash." Aster grinned devilishly, thinking then to earn a bit of money...<br><br><br><div align="center">~XXX~</div><br><br>Aster had come to the center of Iswald, to a tavern called the Ore Fountain, where mostly human miners from the city came to take a load off. Poking in, Aster slipped on by. The dress hugged her curves perfectly and made her look even more foreign than she already did. Peeking around, she took a seat in the corner and crossed her long legs, smiling as she saw a few eyes come to her. <br><br>Finally, without much time wasted, one man came to her.<br><br>"You lookin' fer some company miss?" He grinned a broad, toothy grin. <br><br>"Indeed I am. Do you think you would be company enough?" <br><br>A cackle of chuckles and coaxes for the man to dare himself to her came from behind him, and he nodded.<br><br>"I could show'ye a thing 'er two." He grinned, reaching out. She took his broad, callous hand as he led her then to the back of the tavern. There she pointed to his pants and for him to get to stripping, and he quickly began to fondle with his leather belt. It was then that she uppercut him and thrust her hand into his chest, shocking him and knocking him unconscious. Reaching into his pockets, and taking from the pouches on his belt, Aster collected about three hundred coin- plenty to get what she needed. <br><br>As she slipped away out of the back of the tavern, she cycled around and joined Ash, and gestured towards the Market.<br><br>"When we are done with the market, I'm going to change into whatever I purchase, then we can head to the outskirts to prepare. I'm sure the attack will be faced to Iswald as they should be expecting us here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 06:07:08</strong>
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				Ash was not quiescent while his companion went to collect money; nor did he show any interest in learning how she did so. If she’d told him she was going to whore herself out, he’d have raised a brow and shrugged and, just maybe, offered to help or just kill everyone in the bar and *take* their coin, but that would have been the extent of it. The Corrupter…on the other hand. Deep down inside, she might be able to feel that the other version of this man would have been incredibly jealous, as odd as that was.<br><br>Moving through the town, his mantle flowing around his pelvis, Ash found a blacksmith busily pounding out a sword. The dwarf glanced up at Ash, gawked a bit and came to a stopping place in his work – sword cooling in oil, then water, then on the shelf, and asked, “What can I do for you?”<br><br>Gesturing with one over-sized hand at the forge and utensils around, Ash murmured, “I will forge you two swords and show you the technique I use, if you give me the use of your shop and any materials that I can find.” <br><br>Smirking, the Dwarf picked a sword off his rack and tossed it to Ash, who caught it. “If you can show me how to make something better than this Masterwork beastie, you’re on.” Ash glanced at the sword and, as the Dwarf watched, reached up and quite casually broke the tip off. With his bare hand. <br><br>The Dwarf was too shocked to be enraged, and backed away to watch Ash work. Ash was no true smith, but he knew what needed to be done to re-forge his sword. Moving like a creature possessed, he allowed his mantle to flow through the smith, collecting rare components – hard blue silvery steel, gemstones that the Dwarf might have used for the pieces of a pommel, and still others – finding the most valuable components wherever this master craftsman had hidden them. Once they were collected, Ash laid them out on the ground and…<br><br>Simply wrapped his mantle around them and dipped them in the hot coals. The mantle didn’t change color as Ash roused the flame, drawing it hotter and hotter and hotter – until the insides of his mantle were white hot. Then, invisibly, he used the power of his robe to do what needed to be done. <br><br>A few minutes after he’d started, he had two objects: A sword of similar, but far superior construction to the one he’d damaged and something…entirely different. He gave the Dwarf the new, now cool, sword and explained, “It will cut through nearly anything. The trick was to mesh the components together. At once.”<br><br>With a flourish of his robe around his new weapon, Ash left the gawking Dwarf alone, speeding through the town to meet his partner. When he arrived, he nodded at her suggestion, adding, “I think we should alert the people. They should know what is coming.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 06:41:18</strong>
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				Aster made quick work of her own business as soon as he made way to the blacksmith. She on the other hand, had ran on to the leather armory, and cloth goods, and had picked up some new clothes. The shop had just her kind of thing, and she had at first bought a new messenger travel bag to put her wares into. Then she spent a good hundred and twenty coin on clothing alone, filling the bag. Leaving the shop, she dressed out back, and met Ash as he came around from the blacksmith...<br><br>Her current outfit was a bit testy, but leather was her comfort spot and she pulled it off damn well. The leather outfit (http://images2.seductionextreme.com/EM-L4136-L5105.jpg) consisted of a black cami top and matching tie-up skirt, over a black thong with a silver side ring just above her left leg. Along her wrists and forearms she adorned black leather bracers (http://maskworld.scene7.com/is/image/maskworld/103658-abenteurer-armschienen-schwarz-leder-adventurer-bracers-black-leather?$fullsize$), which matched well to the somewhat worn but wax-washed ankle boots (http://s10.thisnext.com/media/largest_dimension/667134B7.jpg) (like those but a little more worn and traditional in style of sole). She had found a band to use to draw her long midnight hair back in a braid and tie it, leaving a few tendrils to fall along her cheeks. The woman looked over Ash and saw the blade in his hand, grinning.<br><br>"I see you've prepared as well." She said softly, looking over it. She needed to soon get a weapon herself, but she would have to think on it seeing as how she so favored her rings, and she'd prefer a demonic weapon to wield seeing as she could without repercussion. Ash pulled the bag over her shoulder and turned to another market table, moving to it. She purchased then some dried meat, berries, salted fish, potatoes, and raw spinach leaves. Wrapping the lot of it in three small brown paper rolls and tying it with white ribbon, she purchased it and slid it into her bag, knowing it'd be good to have food at their side. Aster finally turned and gave her attention fully to Ash. <br><br>"Then let's warn them." She then said, looking to the people. "But how do you plan on being heard? You could perhaps call their attention better than I, Ash." <br><br>Aster looked over the people in the market, and slipped past him, finally seeing something she thought was worth purchasing. <br><br><em>Hm...</em><br><br>"Can I purchase that?" She called to a jeweler, and he nodded, pulling out a crafted silver form choker with an empty slot for a jewel in the center. <br><br>"It's not complete-" <br><br>"I know, I have a jewel I'd like to put into it myself." He shrugged at her last words, and sold it to her, as Aster immediately hooked it around her neck, the silvery bronze choker bearing that empty slot. She knew she had at least one stone to fit it, preferably her Strength stone. Putting it at her chest and throat though, that would allow it a better flow into her form... <br><br>Turning, she redirected her attention to Ash. <br><br>"Any plans?" She said, prying the Strength stone out of her ring and pushing it into the choker at her throat, feeling it flicker and empower her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 06:58:07</strong>
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				Ash kept his hands away from the weapon he’s forged – kept it hidden within the confines of his mantle, literally indiscernible, other than the fact that it was there. When Aster assumed that he was carrying a sword, he arched a brow at her and smiled wryly in amusement, making no commentary. He stood there, watching as she wandered around, outfitting herself with a new trinket of power. Memory of the gems he’d suggested for her was fading back from where it had come from, but he had distinct knowledge that she would like them, for whatever reason.<br><br>And he liked watching her. Her clothes were evocative – had he been another man, perhaps a more sexual creature, he would have wanted to take her in the market; he had no feelings about social propriety and certainly did not fear any of the humans or dwarves around them – but he was fairly satisfied with their morning quick-romp, and did not push the matter. <br><br>When she finally returned to him, he looked at her, mildly amused. “I suspect that the Corrupter would not have allowed you to leave the room so easily.” Turning on heel, he strode deeper into the town and gestured with one hand; not a magical symbol, but something that looked vaguely formal.<br><br>His voice rose, a whisper in the ears of everyone within a three mile radius, above the ground, easily filling those in the city. “People of this city, a monstrous force approaches from below ground. It will be here within the day. Prepare for an incursion the likes of which you have never faced.”<br><br>His tone rang with an authority that was…supernatural to behold; his tone was that of a man who had been King for hundreds, perhaps thousands of years – pitched just right to be almost conversational so everyone would listen, but with enough steel that they would obey as well. The town trained for onslaughts and, to their credit, they did not panic. In a rather orderly fashion, the market began cleaning their goods up and moving away, clearing space for the forthcoming war. <br><br>Ash turned back to his companion and wiggled his brows suggestively; a playful look, really. “Sure I can’t interest you in a sword? You’d make quite the warrior goddess.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 07:11:14</strong>
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				He spoke, and she watched, and listened, but her mind was elsewhere. Aster thought of what he said, about Corrupter. About him not letting her leave the room, should he have been there.<br><br><em>Should it have been him, then I would've given resistance. And if we had had sex...</em><br><br>She felt her almost unending appetite starting to boil to the surface, but she ignored it. How could she be hungry for sex at merely thoughts, again? She inwardly groaned, and noted when the announcement was over. <br><br>"A sword, eh?" Aster chuckled darkly. "A little overrated no? I feel more like a ... whip, or lance kind of woman." She laughed again, and waved her hand. "As for a weapon, I've yet to create a conclusion on what I would use. I'm not totally set on anything just yet, but with time I will be forced to progress to something beyond just my magic to help me succeed."<br><br>As the town was warned, she heft the bag up on her shoulder a bit more and looked over him with an arched and curious brow.<br><br>"So, where to now? Perhaps the outskirts to plot their arrival and a tactic? Or would you like to hold fort here in Iswald, with the humans while taking up another inn residence for the night?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 08:10:08</strong>
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				Ash looked around and, unexpectedly, yawned. Just a bit, not an earth shattering motion, but a hint of fatigue. He frowned, glanced down at his trailing mantle and considered for a moment. “I cannot maintain this shape forever, not and use my abilities. They drain…the core essence of what I was made to be. They will force the corrupter back sooner than later.”<br><br>He turned, looking at his companion as she asked him what they should do. “I need a way to recharge a little before they come, some means of giving my spirit the energy to empower my flesh. Do you know of any such way?” He did not sound desperate, just…determined to find a way to overcome his limitations.<br><br>Such was Ash.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 08:15:51</strong>
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				Aster was taken a bit by surprise by Ash yet again. This one, this King, he was full of surprises, wasn't he? She pondered ways to refuel his energy, to keep him around long enough for the battle at hand... Hm... Aster looked him over once and thought of what she could do, then remembered her Healing Crystal. She wondered, because the crystal did serve the purpose of healing, not just the body but the well of power, the mind, and ailment. She could never heal someone more than just at the top or peak of their normal power levels, but she could try to at least return Ash to that.<br><br>"I can try to heal you, that's the best I've got, it will replenish your power a little, hopefully enough." She gestured towards an iron shingled roof in the distance in which the sign was barely visible. "Why don't we take a room here, and I'll try my best, and if not, I'll set out around Iswald to see if I can find a proper method." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 11:40:22</strong>
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				Ash had no clue whether or not magical healing would, in essence, replenish the vitality he’d spent re-forging his age’s old weapon – albeit a lesser version – in this form, nor did he know how her abilities worked per-se. His nature was to identify and overcome, not comprehend; subtle differences, true, but they were there. One muscular hand absently clenched as he held back a new yawn. This body was failing, and fast. The last time he’d been brought out, he’d remained for…12 minutes. He’d been aware this time for significantly longer. Hell, he’d had time for a nap. <br><br>Following Aster, Ash seemed eager to discover whether or not her power would work. He estimated that he had minutes left, at most. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 23:57:23</strong>
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				Aster moved quickly towards the Iswald's center inn, approaching through the doors with a strength to her step as she reached the counter. <br><br>"One room. Right now. How much?" <br><br>"Eighty c-"<br><br>Aster did not wait. She pulled out a handful and slammed it down onto the counter, eying it and counting it mentally faster than perhaps the best calculator. She watched him take it, and then shifted, taking the key and moving with Ash down the hall. She jammed the key into the door and jiggled it, thinking so many things all at once.<br><br><em>What if he changes back? I need Ash for this war, Corrupter will do nothing but make me, and all the swarms of enemies, horny as hell... I... I need to be focused...</em><br><br>Pushing the door open, she ushered Ash in then shut it, turning to face him. Approaching, she moved for him to sit to the bed and reached out, pressing her hand open against his chest.<br><br><em>Heal him, heal him.</em><br><br>It was going to be difficult, seeing as how Aster had only used her Healing ring once in her entirety of forty-nine years, and the power felt weak coming forth from her fingertips into his mantle. She needed more, and she need to practice with this...<br><br><em>Ugh! Stop thinking, focus...</em><br><br>"I'm trying Ash, I really... am... I'm not used to it though..."<br><br>She pushed her fingertips into his mantle, and the energy began to fill her fingerprints, the lines of her palm. <br><br><em>Focus... focus on healing him...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 03:37:59</strong>
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				At first, nothing. There was a vast space where Ash should be, a place where there was no injury, no pain, nothing to heal. Then, Ash reached out and adjusted Aster’s hand, placing it on the velvet flesh of his mantle. When she renewed her concentration this time…it was as though her power, not her healing, was being directly absorbed. <br><br>Like ice taking in heat, Ash’s mantle rippled and flowed around him, absorbing the potency of her ring, if not its particular form of power. Ash’s eyes lit up. “It still works! Switch rings and be careful – don’t touch the mantle directly. Just apply power to it. I should be able, with enough patience, to absorb some of the force behind your abilities and restore myself.” He sounded like an eager child.<br><br>In his other form, his true form, this would have worked differently. But here, as some strange sort of hybrid, it felt like it was…waking him up, making him more substantial. It wasn’t a permanent fix, but damn if it didn’t work.<br><br>Reaching out, Ash wrapped his large hands around her hips, holding her steady, an almost sexual glow in his eyes. He chuckled throatily, “Touching my mantle is akin to touching my cock, in some ways. Well, a cock that drags the ground when I walk, but…you get the idea. Very intimate.” For a moment the ancient man seemed almost boyish, buoyed by her power.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 03:45:44</strong>
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				Aster removed her hand, taking it where he pleased and trying now to just vent her power into him, not necessarily trying to heal him. The effort was odd, but she put it through. Tried to shove her innermost ability out through her hands, using the rings as amplifiers instead of distinguishing filters. He said it was working, so Aster did not stop. She focused, and heard his comment, trying not to laugh too much.<br><br>"Touching your cock aye?" She grinned wildly. "I'll remember that should I ever try to tame you or rouse you into a more pleasant state." That was something she could have fun with, if his entire form- or well, most of it- was covered in something as erogenous as his most sensitive area. Oh, she would have lots of fun with that. But that was not the point.<br><br>After a few minutes, she began to feel tired herself, dipping her head and feeling sluggish. She slowed her power down to a minimal, and looked up at him.<br><br>"Tell me... when you are full, the power you are gaining is coming from my center chakra, and it's wearing me down quickly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 04:08:00</strong>
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				Aster had held back a tidal wave through the creative use of her power, and Ash wasn’t exactly himself. When she spoke about being drained, he reached out and gently removed her hand. “I’m a little better off than when I arrived. Probably at about the maximum the Corrupter could have sustained without becoming someone else regardless of his will.” Yes, Ash recognized some of what was going on now. He had the memory. But it was only him, at least so it seemed. <br><br>He reached out and combed his hand through Aster’s hair gently, soothing. It was not the gesture of a lover, but of a companion – of a friend to another friend and was as close to romantic as Ash was capable. He did not understand affection and warmth and love and passion in the way that his body’s other forms might. Tugging Aster down against his warm body, he whispered, voice soft. “Rest. The enemy comes. You need to be at full strength as well.”<br><br>Using his mantle to put the strange weapon he’d crafted beneath the room’s small bed, he lay back and gently, but firmly, urged her with him. <br><br>X X<br><br>Below them, the last amounts of rock between the Drow caverns and the furthest mines had been excavated. Thankfully, the city had been alerted in time for miners to have prepared the first of a series of alchemical and magical cave-ins. The Drow would have to widen and clear the space before their Ogres could get in and now, that widening would include buttresses and supports; even a Goddess’ magic could only reach so far.<br><br>They still had time, but not much. The first drow assassins might arrive well within the 12 hours Ash had predicted, and he would not sense those in the same way he had the Ogres. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 04:17:29</strong>
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				Finally Ash pulled her against him and she felt the sensation of laying down again. Aster thought so much sleep wouldn't be good for her, seeing as how she had trained herself to sleep about five hours a night with an hour nap in the day time to suffice her through her travels. Her eyes fell shut though, and she thought with one last smirk before she slept, about how sensitive his mantle was. And before she drifted off completely, she trailed her fingertips and nails over the mantle wrapped around her and sighed, drifting away...<br><br><br><div align="center">~XXX~</div><br><br>Night had come, and she was unsure how many hours she had slept in that odd embrace, that warmth. It had been a long time since Aster had laid and slept with warmth around her. It was a unique situation, and unusually comforting, but it didn't come off too weirdly. Aster finally woke and pressed her fingers against Ash's shoulder, her hand rolling over his upper arm and then down to his wrist, where her fingers wrapped around the shape slowly.<br><br>"Mmmm..."&nbsp; She yawned, stretching slowly. "How much longer until the attack?" Aster whispered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 04:28:31</strong>
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				Ash’s wrist flexed in response to her touch and he whispered, voice barely audible, “Now.”<br>--<br><br>The team of elite drow assassins – a core group of six – armed with poisoned crossbow handguns, swords, and blackened steel-leather armor magically enhanced for silence, had crept up the tunnels, through spaces too small for any body to fit without assistance, far ahead of the excavation attempts behind. <br><br>Lumbering ogres equipped with enchanted chains made quick work of hollowing out spaces, but there was a city above, and the sorts of embrasures required to ensure the whole tunnel didn’t collapse on them were more than a little complicated; technology and magic, along with no small amount of divine power, was wielded by Drow mages (all men), Priestesses (all women) and dark skinned Dwarves whose eyes shone like burnished copper. <br><br>Surprisingly enough, united against a common foe, they worked with incredible harmony. A close look, a deep inspection, would have revealed greenish flashes in their otherwise normal eyes. Back, deep in the space behind them, acrid water flowed in a regular trickle down from the ceiling and into the cisterns and wells that provided water to the entire city, spreading the Corrupter’s taint – but also carrying with it the power of whomever had raised the Storm of Ages against them. The Drow, for whatever reason, were either unaware of its influence or simply did not care; the call to war against the top-side foe, the empowering lusty feelings with it – those were things that did not go contrary to Drow nature. <br><br>Hell, they embraced it. <br><br>A few of the drow, perhaps two dozen, recognized the folly for what it was; mind control. Having shared the Underdark with Illithids for centuries, they were not willing to assist in a mindless quest against men without more forethought and they, subsequently, escaped. At least one assassin of higher rank, fled as well. <br><br>In the meantime, as politics and the Drow war machine began churning forward, the assassins had penetrated the upper layers of the mine shaft. Using rings of invisibility, they skirted patrols, traps, and even places designed to make the invisible visible – such as dust storms setup to cling to bodies. These assassins were, quite literally, armed and enchanted to the teeth (and balls). <br><br>Slinking through the town, this quad had only one target: Aster. One below had sent orders for her capture, not death. Why, how – the mechanics of the mission – were unimportant. Two slunk up the stairs of the inn, having shadow jumped through the walls and past the inn keeper. The remaining four waited on the roof, preparing to make their way into the couple’s sleeping chamber in other ways. <br><br>Almost, too late, Aster had woken up, triggering a sense in Ash as well. <br><br>Fuck, it was time.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 05:57:08</strong>
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				As she heard his word, her eyes grew wide, and she slipped out of the bed as quietly as she could, her heels touching the floor lightly. Still, she knew it was too loud. She listened, turned and looked. The window on the side, through the washroom, was unsafe. The door was shut, but not locked. The key, where had she put it down? That was foolish, no key or lock could keep them out. She had only encountered Drow kind a few scarce times, and they were tough.<br><br>"Then let's go, I think we have an audience." Aster said, raising her hand. Well, if you're going to go out. Go out with a <em>BOOM</em>. Her hand mimicked her thought and smirk perfectly on time as she raised her hand, a thin burst of lightning flying from her hand and sending the door splintering outward, enough so to injure anyone near the exploding wooden shape. She stepped forward, but didn't dare to journey out just yet. Tilting her head, she waved her other hand for him to join her. She moved to the corner, keeping her left hand up, and grabbing her bag. She strapped it to her boy and laid one crystal into her empty ring slot where she had moved her strength stone to her throat.<br><br><em>Speed.</em><br><br>Aster then smiled.<br><br>"All right, let's see what they can do. I'm rather excited. Are you coming, m'Lord Ash?" She grinned wickedly, moving one more step towards the door with the soft hum of electric arcs around her fingertips as she prepared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 07:03:35</strong>
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				Her blast of concussive force forced the Drow to draw upon their powers, the magic around them, deeply enough for Ash to feel them. He gestured, “Two in the hallway, stunned. Yours. Three on the roof. I’ll take two, we can divide the last one up evenly.” Mantle rippling as he spoke, the bundle of his weapon flashed into view and unwrapped itself as it did.<br><br>Apparently crafted of hundreds of sharp dagger-tips, the sword-like thing was a twisted nightmare of points – more like a blender than a traditional sword, but it did have a long hilt. Extending the five foot blade straight up to into the roof, he sliced through the material like butter, igniting multi-hued gems at the base of his blade. Sweeping the sword down lightning fast, one Drow screamed in profound agony while another cursed. The third stepped to the side and leapt down the wall, moving toward the front of the building.<br><br>Ash looked over at Aster and commented, just before leaping up through the hole he’d made in the roof, “I just want you to know…women who know how to fight…they turn me on so much more.” His lips quirked in a grin oddly reminiscent of the Corrupters as he practically flew through the roof, disappearing in a hail of debris.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 08:26:17</strong>
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				Aster stepped out of the door to take on those two Ash had directed her too, and saw them Drow immediately. As they came forward, the nimble dark-skinned creatures jumped for her. One lurched at her from a low sweeping blow, and another had bent his knees up to his chest and was preparing to fire an arrow into her chest. <br><br>She threw her hand up, and a sharp little bolt of lightning crashed into the chest of the forward jumping Drow, sending it flying backwards into the ground. The other one she leaped over at the same time, swinging her heel forward and slamming its head into the wall. It bounded off and came to a stunned stance, drawing a curved dagger blade at its side. Aster slid forward though, ducking down and twisting, throwing her elbow into his gut before twisting back around and bringing her leg up in a wild crescent kick that sent the Drow's head too far, his eyes falling shut as blood sputtered from his parted lips before he fell. Turning, Aster heard Ash's words and smirked.<br><br>"I'm sure you even more love a femme fatale in a leather skirt." Aster chuckled, slipping back into the room to see him, her body powered up and ready. "Let's head outside and finish some trouble."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 08:35:38</strong>
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				Ash neither saw nor heard Aster’s combat or comments; the glamorous bastard was standing on the roof, legs spread, enjoying a sparring match with two drow – each wielding longswords in one hand and daggers in the other. Awkward for most, but not with magic-empowered, old, drow. Even bleeding out enough to make his eyes flutter, one of the assassins maintained amazing focus. His wound was healing quickly – he’d expended a powerful spell to reattach it after Ash had separated it from his body. <br><br>The whole “reattaching your limb” and then healing thing mildly perturbed the King. He thought of it as being a little unfair. Then again, he was pulling on thousands of years of combat experience and these two drow, combined, might have a few decades if they were lucky. <br><br>Ash’s mantle flourished, deflecting enchanted blades effortlessly as he drew his odd sword against their blades, striking spikes…again and again, with no clear intent to penetrate their guards. Aggressive, but unable to penetrate his defenses, the Drow seemed willing to wear the stranger down. <br><br>*Click!*<br><br>The enchantments surrounding one blade finally gave up beneath Ash’s pummeling – the exotic weapon shattered, sending shrapnel flying away from the point of impact and a few shards at Ash – ones that rebounded off his mantle, while the remaining – fueled by broken theurgy – splashed across Drow eyes, making them scream and flinch for a tenth of a second. It was more than enough; Ash was no mage, but he did weapons play very well. <br><br>Snick, Snick – like wet cloth being torn, both drow fell, headless. Kicking one of the long swords into the air, Ash called back to Aster when he heard her mutter something through the debris, “I call heads on the last one…unless he’s dead before you get there!”<br><br>Grinning, Ash stepped to the edge of the building and flipped forward, carelessly falling the eighteen or so feet to the ground. He landed with a graceful roll that was all skill and power and no supernatural heebie-jeebie magic craziness. A sword in each hand, he looked around for the last drow, eyes penetrating the shadows as easily as those native to them. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 08:52:11</strong>
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				Aster heard his words and nodded, shifting out of the inn hall and escaping the writhing Drow. The woman slid through the emptied tavern and then burst out of the front door, seeing Ash nearby the side, and stepped forward. She drew her hand outward to the shadows, and lightning began to crackle in her hand, creating a white spur of flickering light that just barely unveiled the shadows. As they did so, she saw the light reflect off of obsidian skin, and shot the burst forward, but it dodged it, dipping down and letting the lightning hit the wall and explode the now-splintered and singed wood. <br><br>She watched it whip out something thin and silver and whip its arm forward. Aster ducked down but the little flying dagger slid over her shoulder, making the thinnest cut. Aster hissed as she came up and raised her hand, lightning crackling again. She shot a tiny burst outward then, but this time not at the Drow. Instead she hit the ground below his feet, and caused the ground to rattle under him and soil burst out in a cloud of smoke, and she called out.<br><br>"Attack him!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 12:05:31</strong>
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				Ash sped across the ground, mantle whipping around him as he sprinted toward the source of the explosion. He shifted course as he moved past the drow, veering just out of the range of the assassin’s poisoned dagger as he swung haphazardly at his side. Ash’s odd looking sword tore the man’s stomach apart, wrenching through his spine, spraying viscera and gore in a showering arc across the ground. <br><br>Pausing after, Ash looked back over at Aster and nodded, “Good job. You know your stuff.” For a moment it looked as though Ash might yawn, but he clenched his jaw and fought it back. <br><br>Looking forward the center of town, to the mines, Ash’s brow furrowed. “They are coming from below, do you think one of your earth rings, combined with a little weakening of some of their fortifications or the magic supporting the tunnels might allow you to bring it down?” He paused, considering her, “You seem to have some elemental control – this is an island. What about causing the water of the ocean to push into their underground caverns, if we can locate them?” He was throwing out ideas, quick and dirty – but if they could stop the invasion in its tracks, the battle might be over sooner than later. <br><br>He shifted his stance and lifted his sword, pointing to the ground and back to the ocean, “That is their line of travel. I suspect the main force will be clear…within an hour or two.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 19:25:49</strong>
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				The attack he made was swift and bloody, but it put the Drow out of commission once and for all. His next ideas though seemed to singe the edge of Aster's thoughts. Instead of battling, using her power to, basically, flush out the enemy beforehand. They were on an island, and using an element in abundance was easier than creating it from scratch. The only difference is using <em>that</em> much power wouldn't be easy. Calling a little ocean to guide them to shore wasn't <em>that</em> hard. Summoning the ocean within a one hundred mile radius and directing it under the island... That would take her every ounce of ability.<br><br>"I can try, and if I fail, I'll at least delay them a bit." She said. Aster reached into her messenger bag and grabbed the tiny pouch of crystals, pulling out her Healing and Speed, and replacing them with water. "But..." Her voice gained a wary, unsure tone. "I will need you next to me, to support me. I'll be drawing that power from deeper within me than I have in a long time. I'll have to use the water as my eyes to find the entry points of the cavern, and it could take me a while, and I doubt I'll be able to support my body to stand upright the entire time. I'll need that of you, but I can try... So, where shall we go? Preferably somewhere higher in the city, where I can overlook the island and see the water."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 19:32:13</strong>
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				Ash looked at her thoughtfully for a moment; he, of course, did not know there was literally the power of a Goddess guarding the source of the Drow incursion – however, despite that, her reach stopped a decent way away from the island. There was a lot of room for hit and miss here. At her request he nodded, despite his desire to go down into the tunnels and wreak havoc – even he knew there were times when strategy was more reliable than tactics. <br>Moving with her, Ash’s face was a cloud of thoughtfulness. He had some of his real form’s memories – it felt like more and more of them were pouring through every second. There was a danger in staying Ash, he realized, and not one of the other personas. Ash was overpowering, even more dominant than time itself, or so he seemed. He’d taken on Gods and spit in their faces; but this body was made for a far more complex task. Allowing Ash’s soul to grow and subsume the whole could not be allowed, even with Ash’s mind he knew that. Even if she somehow destroyed all the drow and he used none of his power, he would have to let go, to relax and let the next form step forward. Despite how much he enjoyed being…”alive.”<br><br>Softly, voice gentle and low, Ash murmured, "You will not fail because <em>we</em> will not fail. You do your part and I will do mine and we'll meet somewhere in the middle." He sounded oddly...proud of her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 19:48:42</strong>
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				The Iswald guards at the center watch spire had been taken out by the assassin Drow so they could slip by to the inn unseen. So that was where they headed, upwards and into the open faced spire, staring over the island. Aster enjoyed it oddly enough, letting the breeze caress her skin and soothe her worries, as she wrapped her hands around the bar. She needed to do one last thing, one thing that would not be the greatest idea, but for this, she needed it. She needed to even her power...<br><br>She looked down upon her ring, tainted by Corrupter, and dug her nails into the sides of the bracket. She clenched her teeth and used all of her strength, and finally the stone gave. When it did, something inside of her body and soul cried out, ache and nostalgia, the stone was somehow apart of her, a drug needle she needed to feel to inject the poison that killed her slowly but peacefully instead of giving her the insanity she was going to go through without it. Quickly, wincing, she fumbled with the Strength stone in her choker and replaced it with the Force stone, tucking the Strength stone away and using her last Water Crystal to fill the empty ring. Six crystals of water, three to each hand. Now she had enough power... But her neck... her chest...<br><br>The feeling was like Corrupter seeping into her veins, the Corrupted Crystal, she thought. The power of it sank into her being and clouded her blood with desire. Aster dipped her head almost sorrowfully, trying to enjoy the simple sea breeze again.<br><br><em>I am... I am ready...</em><br><br>She raised both hands and faced them to the Heavens after a slow crescent uprising. And with them, the waves grew thick. Crashing against the shore, slamming into the sand, rough lovers to the earth. The waves tossed and turned, but one would also notice that they were growing larger and larger with time. Soon, the island was surrounded by a tsunami that echoed back and forth, washing into the island and back to the shore before it could reach the town. She was trying to protect Iswald from her wrath to come, at least to the best of her abilities. Soon enough, the ocean was nuzzling the sky like a sorrowful goodbye.<br><br>Aster felt the world beneath, tried to use the water in the ground's deposits to feel where the cavern tunnels lay. And soon, she felt Corrupter's taint in the earth, leading her there... Without hesitation, as soon as she found the three openings- two still just barely blocked by rocks (nothing she couldn't erode with the oncoming wet slaughter)- she began.<br><br>The water dived for the island, like a hungry torrent ready to devour everything. Crashing against the land the world boomed, quaking lightly as it rushed up the earth, three thick swirls of water that raced against the isle and swam in a thick circle, headed towards each individual location...<br><br><em>F... fo.... cus....</em><br><br>Aster's body swayed and her eyes remained shut, an exhale taking to her as she felt her body dip back. But she believed Ash to be there, catching her as her arms remained out at her sides, her rings aglow with the blue of the purest water.<br><br>The three spiraling torrents found their destinations. The open tunnel was met with a thick stream of rushing water that traveled perhaps at 200 mph, and gushed into the underground in an unforgiving swell. The other two moved just as quickly, bursting through the rock and gushing into the cavernous web underneath. She then used the last of her energy, focusing on swimming those waters into every single inch.<br><br><em>St... ay.... fo... cuse..d...</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 20:00:13</strong>
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				Underneath the ground, the Drow in the tunnel realized what was happening too late. Water flooded the tunnel, flushing those that weren’t already almost all the way into Iswald back toward the Drow city – an inaccessible Drow city. The Goddess’ magic had sealed it off to protect it instantly; the ones in the tube, Ogres included, were bashed around like pinballs. Those that survived the tumble, the thick skinned, the brutes, the magically armored, drowned in minutes as the water shoved the air from their lungs. <br>That didn’t mean it was over, not entirely. A few, perhaps a hundred, of the thousand-Drow and Ogre army had managed to slip to the high ground and were ejected from the tunnels by the force of the air and water pressure beneath them. Even with so few men, the Drow were able to re-orient, summon magics, and engage the troops above with vicious efficiency.&nbsp; <br>Ash listened to it all, watched it all and, unlike Darius, seemed to have expected such a feat from her. For a man with the memory of fighting Gods this was…well, pretty much par for the course. As she swayed, he reached out, holding her, supporting her, but his gaze was elsewhere. Iswald might have a strong garrison of well-trained troops, but they were little match for the most elite of the Drow shock troops. <br>Growling, Ash whispered in Aster’s ear, “I must go aid them. Will you be safe if I leave you here by yourself? There are…perhaps eighty or so Drow left now, but these soldiers are not resistant enough to magic to survive a concentrated onslaught.” Indeed, a rain of meteorites washed through the air, crushing an entire building filled with archers as he spoke. <br>Fuck, who needed an army when you had Drow?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 20:05:17</strong>
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				She barely heard his whisper in her ear, and she nodded. <br><br>"Go..." Aster's voice was weak, she'd need time to lay in the watching spire's nest to gather herself. Her hand throbbed and her body felt beaten. "I shall stay here and be fine. Should they come, I will fight. Only one can enter at a time as well, through the ladder. So I should be safe..."<br><br>Aster laid down in the bottom of the nest and pressed her back unto the wall, leaning her head back. She saw the sky, the mist of water like a sparkling fog on the outskirts of Iswald. Her eyes spun back and she breathed heavily, before trying to focus her vision again. The woman took a few more breaths, and rubbed her hands together.<br><br><em>It's a beautiful sight... the sparkling mist in the sunset... War... I have diminished it... How much left? How many... Ash, be careful, I'd join you but I've done all I can for the time being... I've pushed myself to my limits... I cannot do more for the time... being...</em><br><br>And though Aster had sworn she'd stay awake and be okay, her eyes fell shut and she curled her arms into her chest, hidden from the world as her body compactly laid into the side of the spire wall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 20:15:23</strong>
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				Ash took a step away from Aster and paused, feeling…something. Through the connection of his memories, he was able to discern something addressing him from within – something angry and seething with jealousy.<br><em>“Don’t leave her douche bag. I may not remember this when I’m in our body, but I know you fucked her. You have to protect her. She’s worth it. Do both if you have to” </em><br>“I cannot…” Ash replied, uncertain. What the Corrupter was asking was more dangerous than he knew. <br><em>“You can. We know you can. Do it. I’ll take the price on my shoulders. I’ll feed until we’re all plump, just don’t leave her alone.” </em>The Corrupter’s voice was desperate, laced with pain and longing. <br>It was a tone that made Ash consider the other man’s words. If it meant that much to him… He looked back at Aster’s hiding place, remembering the swirling stone she’d put to her throat. Had she somehow bonded with the Corrupter? Taken his seed into her, as it were? There were too many moving pieces and not enough time. It was a good thing Ash was reasonable well stocked.<br>Invisible from where Aster was, Ash simply….split in two. His mantle was half as long, half as potent, but he was in two precise places at once; even his sword divided entirely. One of him vanished into the shadows near the tower, the other blurred, taking a single step and reappearing in the center of town. <br>The aftermath of his sudden appearance was spectacular – even divided in two, he scythed through Drow as though he was made for death, as though their magics could not affect him. But the cost, the cost was unimaginable. Every second his mantle shrunk, along with his defenses, along with his ability to summon new abilities. And every second more Drow replaced the one’s he’d killed. <br>In the end, it came down to the guards of Iswald. Ash finished most of the Drow, including a lone ogre, before he collapsed and simply vanished. The soldiers rallied and did what had to be done. Elsewhere, the other Ash’s mantle grew back, but only slightly. He was wavering. His time was all but up, and sooner than he’d expected. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 20:27:32</strong>
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				<em>The voice in her dreams was recognizable, though she at times wished she could forget it. But this time, this was no dream. This was a state of subconscious withdrawel, where her power had sucked all of her into the deepest pit of her chakra to recover. Her body was curled up like a baby deer and she formed this fetal ball and seemed to be barely alive. Her skin paled, her breathing became shallow, and her eyes made not a slight move behind her lids. She almost appeared lifeless,&nbsp; but she was regenerating her power lost. <br><br><strong>"I gave you the greatest of gifts, and look how you use it, you ungrateful progeny."</strong><br><br>It was not a dream, she'd never heard Leviathon speak those words. He was there, touching her subconscious, reaching out to the back of his mind. In the physical world, he couldn't have been too far, perhaps a few hundred miles, less than, she was unsure.<br><br><strong>"Playing with Incubi, fucking an Ancient, and all the while never once giving thought to your new Maker. I should kill you, as I plan to do, when you come to me. Fall into my lap little puppet, I'm going to show you what it is like to feel true pain..."</strong></em><br><br>Aster shuddered, and her skin began to regain its tone, her breathing deepening a little bit at a time. Her eyes began to scan beneath her lids, and she was on the verge now of waking, at least with a quarter of her power seeping back into her body.<br><br><em>Leviathon you fool, you think you've got a trap for me. But I have the trap, and you are not going to resist your demonic nature when I come to you. I will slay you with my bare hands.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 20:34:37</strong>
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				The remaining drow Assassins crept onto the refuge with the goal of capturing Aster. They found Ash waiting, but dazed. Two were all that was left, and he finished the first – barely, and ran into the second, impaling himself on the last Drow’s sword, using his own body to weigh it down as he reached up, snapping the creature’s neck. Dead, the drow fell away and Ash simply fell forward, covering his body, the Drow’s body and the other fallen Drow all at once with a mixture of mantle and flesh and sword. His sword, was still tight in his hand when the transformation hit.<br><br>&nbsp;Hard, fast, Ash willingly retreated, murmuring to the Corrupter as he passed, “I did as you asked. Feed deeply. I do not need to return for some time. I come…too strongly into the world.”<br>Darius didn’t understand what Ash was saying, not really, but the meaning behind it was clear: Ash could not be summoned lightly again. There were others, of course – the Innocent being the easiest, but only available around demons. And it wasn’t like Darius – as the Corrupter – willingly summoned these other shapes. They came out when they were triggered. Still, he nodded to Ash as they switched places.<br>Body flowing like wax, Darius absorbed the life force of both near-dead grow and re-shaped himself as he had done with the Innocent none too long ago. Standing, tall, proud, resplendent in an aura of unavoidable lust – his hunger too great to suppress it, the Incubus-creature turned, looking around, wondering what he was in for, having no memory of recent events at all. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 20:48:06</strong>
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				Aster finally woke. Her eyes opened and she blinked, breathed, and tried to stand. Her body ached and swayed, but as she came to a stand, she looked down and saw the Corrupter.<br><br><em>Oh fuck. I've got to tame this stallion of an urge again...</em><br><br>The woman moved for the ladder and slowly let herself down, getting almost all of the way there when she had to stop and hang for a moment, before continuing those last few steps. Aster turned and leaned against the ladder, almost too tired to walk, and saw the Corrupter. Her eyes were half-lidded, and more tendrils of long midnight hair cradled her face as they had come undone from her braid. <br><br>"Hey Stranger." She called out weakly. "It's been a while." <br><br>She then saw several Iswald citizens and soldiers peeking out at her.<br><br>"Are you the witch that tamed the ocean and drew out the enemy unprepared?" Aster took it in for a moment, the question one of the soldier's had proposed to her. <br><br>"I am." <br><br>"Where is the knight who fought with us?"<br><br>"He is gone, but he would respect your battle prowess were he here." Aster said. The man nodded, and reached out, handing her a pouch of coin.<br><br>"Take this gift, the tavern keeper will surely let you stay free for as long as you like. I wish you the best on your travels."<br><br>Aster nodded feebly and reached out for the soldier, hugging her arms around his.<br><br>"Wait, and forgive me." Her words stunned the soldier and he turned, looking down at her. He reached around her waist and held the barely clad warrioress against him. <br><br>"Where is your room m'Lady, I shall escort you back."<br><br>"The inn down the street, conjoined with the tavern... Corrupter..." She turned her head and waggled her finger at him weakly. "Come, you need to see where our room is for when you decide to return." She knew he was going to disappear, fuck a few war-startled women and gain his energy back...<br><br><br><div align="center">~XXX~</div><br><br>Arriving at the room, the soldier helped Aster into one of the two beds in the luxurious suite-like expansion that they had been moved into thanks to the tavern keeper. She groaned quietly, her body still feeling bruised as she gazed up at the soldier and waved him off.<br><br>"Thank you kind sir, shall you take your coin back for payment of the deed of escorting a weary fighter to her residence?"<br><br>"No, that's fine. Keep it, Iswald owes you much."<br><br>With that, he left, and Aster laid on her back. Her skirt was brushed up a bit, her thighs shown and her navel firm, her long legs spread over the dark burgundy comforter of satin that made her figure and the leather look like a goddess waiting to be taken. But she was tired, and her energy was returning slowly.<br><br>"Corrupter..." She called, as if he would hear her. <br><br><em>He's probably gone already...</em><br><br>"Have you... enjoyed your rest? And... how long before you must leave to feed?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:00:21</strong>
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				The world was framed in terms of hunger. In the eyes of the first soldiers who climbed the hill, Darius saw a desire for his wife. The Corrupter reached out and drew upon that tiny hint of lust, enflamed it. Limp and exhausted from combat, the soldier’s stance straightened even as his prick did; had he no need to address the island’s saviors, he would have, no doubt, run home to his wife. Several times. <br><br>Darius proceeded to do much the same to the remainder of the crowd – all men, touching off their desire, feeding on what little there was naturally available. Once they had finished addressing Aster and Darius had figured out more of what happened he turned to address the soldiers.<br><br>His auras spread across the men like a gentle rain, enervating them; they were far too tired for their prejudice against men to let Darius’ particular version of desire disgust them. That, and they saw him with the town’s savior. She had, after all, single-handedly killed hundreds of Drow and Ogres, a feat even Ash could not have replicated. <br><br>“Every living Drow – bind them and bring them here. I will try to find out what happened,” Darius said.<br><br>“But, sir, how can we bind them?” one soldier asked. <br><br>Running a hand across his robes, Darius produced a thin sheet of threads which he split into filament-like twine. He passed the threads to the most bright-eyed soldier of the lot, “Use this and be quick. I’ll need the survivors soon.” <br><br>With that, Darius followed Aster back to the inn and to their new spacious room. He remembered something, remembered growing close to her in a room nearby, before his transformation and felt more than a little disappointed over it all. There was a connection between the two of them, something beyond anything he’d ever felt. Had he not been a creature of desire, he would have called it love. <br><br>Seeing her sprawled out, legs and thighs available, the Corrupter groaned in desire but made no move to touch or taste…yes…to taste. How he wanted! It was his nature to want, and he was hungrier than sanity would allow, but he had sampled the soldiers. His greatest hunger was whetted. He sat on the edge of the bed, close enough for his auras to brush her skin, each one hinting at a multifaceted desire – as complex as a symphony.<br><br>“I need to question those Drow. I will feed from them…in a different way. They will not survive,” He didn’t elaborate. Incubi and Succubae were notorious for being able to feed on souls as well as desire; perhaps he had something of that ability? <br><br>“I will return shortly.” He reached out and pressed a hand to her cloth-covered thigh, careful not to make direct contact. His voice was a bare whisper as he admitted, “I am glad you had the other. I don’t know what happened, but I wouldn’t have been any help. It sounds as though you were very brave.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 04:54:52</strong>
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				Aster listened to Darius' requests and quirked a brow in the bed, before feeling the warmth of his hand over the leather of her thigh. His aura so close, his body so near, and yet the only hint of desire she felt was the small flare of her womb warming for him regardless of her will. That, she was used to around the Corrupter now. But his hand's warmth through the leather was comforting, the kind of warmth that tired and power-drained Aster could nuzzle in her last moments before another life-restoring hibernation nap. But she did not, instead, she let him move away from her.<br><br>Last minute, Aster raised her hand tiredly, black and violet lines of bruising veins obvious now on the underside of her arms, tracing up her palms and spearing down her fingers before blurring away. Her fingers twitched, and she reached out for Darius, but she was too late, her hand collapsing onto the bed.<br><br>"Ha, bravery?" Aster said in a whisper, feeling as if she were sinking into the bed's warmth. "I would not call it brave, but stupid. While I saved so many of Iswald, and became acclaimed as the heroine witch, I still did a lot of damage to myself... I would've been smarter to have fought them one by one. I don't know why... why I did that, made it easy, and saved those people..."<br><br>Aster looked up at him, her opalescent hues like pearls looking upon him shamelessly and pure, without a hint of secret desires or physical lusting. She was weakened, and looking upon him now, he could only see her hint of sarcastic humor trying to dig its way back to the surface, and overall just a smoother, creamier gateway to what she was, what she hid.<br><br>"Enjoy yourself, I don't think I'll be going anywhere, heh."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 05:13:32</strong>
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				Darius had no way to gage just how much power his companion had used, or what the toll was on her. From his perspective, she used her magic with near infinite reserves. A drop of demon blood had given her God-like power. Then again, if Leviathan was one of the greater devils, he would have been on par with the Gods, so – in retrospect – it made sense that his would-be consort would be imbued with near divine power. A lot of sense, really. <br><br>Moving his hand away from her, sensing her fatigue, Darius nodded solemnly and made his way out of the room. He sealed the door with a symbol – for her protection – and quietly tromped down and through the tired, decimated city. Most of the buildings still stood – those that did not were utterly destroyed, it was as simple as that. As he wandered through the buildings, a Dwarf approached him, covered in soot..<br><br>“Are you Darius?” the Dwarf asked.<br>Surprised, the Corrupter froze in place and nodded. Reaching out, the Dwarf placed a wrapped bundle in Darius’ hands. “The robed one told me to give you this when he saved me during the battle in the city.” <br><br>Looking down, Darius extracted a crystalline braid from the cloth – a wrist band wrought with gemstone patterns. Uncertain, Darius put the braid on and thanked the Dwarf.<br><br>“He’s a hero, you know. That man. He saved the people inside the city,” the Dwarf said.<br>Darius frowned, “A hero? Him? Yes. That title suits him.” He didn’t like being reminded that he was the bad guy, the Corrupter, the waster of lives. Somehow, his relationship with Aster and his renewed memories had brought that to a very specific point. <br><br>“What did the Drow do, once they got into the city?” Darius asked.<br>The Dwarf told him. “Murder. No torture, but the poison they used was…horrifying. Men broke their own spines, arching as they did. Children died in collapsed houses, screaming, burned alive.” <br><br>Suddenly, Darius felt less like the bad guy. It wasn’t in his nature to ruin lives, after all. He brought focus, pleasure, and fantasy to people. Hell, he almost certainly would help revitalize the town’s population after the war. That was a good thing, right?<br><br>After he said his goodbyes to the Dwarf, Darius made his way up the hill and to the surviving Drow. Surprisingly, over half of the survivors were female – most were missing body parts vital to prayer and spell casting – someone had cut out their tongues and lopped off their fingers, but several were nearly intact, with the cords he’d provided to neutralize them and their magic. <br><br>Out of the twenty-one, fifteen were female, and of that fifteen six were fully functional. Not that function mattered for what he intended. <br><br>He dismissed the two young men guarding the captives, “Run,” he said, “run fast. I will deal with these.” And the tired young men did precisely that. <br><br>Alone, with no worry about harming someone, without having to feel like he was becoming the bad guy…the Corrupter let loose. <br><br>From within the city, the sight of his blossoming auras was magnificent and frightening, expanding halfway up the sky like an explosive plume of heatless blue-white flame. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 05:33:53</strong>
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				Aster laid in the room for a while, and sighed after about a half hour of laying there. She was tired, but she couldn't tell what was worse right now. Being tired, or being alone. She'd thought she'd be used to it- to being alone... But she wasn't. Having Ash and Corrupter around a lot, left her feeling a little confused... <br><br>Soon she heard a knock on the door, one that wrenched her from her thoughts and had her swing her weary form over the bed's edge. She was standing in a primal stance of battle, ready with her hand forward. She had no idea that Corrupter had glyphed the door to protect her. But the knock came again, then a simple human male voice came to aid her quickly swelling worries.<br><br>"M'lady, I've brought you a fresh and full meal from the tavern kitchen."<br><br>Aster rolled her shoulders a bit and then moved to the door. Letting him in, he brought a tray and sat it onto a small round dining table in the corner, with two chairs around it. She nodded him off, and thanked him, and he disappeared. Turning, she inhaled, the smell of roasted meat and protein something that stirred her a little. Sitting at the table, Aster poured herself a mug of water from the pitcher, and a glass of wine from the bottle. Then she prepared her plate from the large topped platter, the smoke-grilled steak steaming on her plate and paired perfectly with fire-roasted potatoes and thyme, with a small bowl of fresh romaine and cherry tomatoes for a salad beneath a rum vinaigrette. <br><br>"Wow, they outdid themselves." Aster chuckled, slicing a piece of the steak and slowly eating, feeling her stomach growl as she ate and felt her energy refueling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 07:12:54</strong>
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				Darius strode down from the hill, once more able to control his auras. His handsome features were sleek, darker than before, as though some hint of the Drow’s coloration tinted his skin. Large, normally sunset hued, eyes were darker, more intensely black and his teeth – when they peeked behind his lips, a little too white, a little too sharp. Still, he seemed the same old cocky Corrupter as before. <br><br>Two guardsmen approached hesitantly as he made his way back, deeper into the town, “What should we do with the prisoners now, sir?” one asked.<br><br>Darius blinked at the boy oddly, “What prisoners?”<br><br>Shaken, guard blinked and hurried up the hill to see what Darius had done. The Corrupter smirked to himself, rolled a shoulder, and ambled through the town to the tavern. When he saw the seal on the door was broken he growled, backed up, then rushed forward, bursting through the door…<br><br>Only to see Aster eating. He blinked at her, boyish and charming despite his sleek demeanor, “Oh. You got hungry.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 07:22:08</strong>
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				She had just about finished her steak, and her stomach was happy. Aster had just picked up her knife when suddenly the door burst open, making her jump in her seat and grip her knife, hauling it back tightly and readying to throw it. But when she saw Corrupter, she sighed, staying still until she heard the tiny sound in the silence of a drop of hot steak juice dripping off of the knife and onto the floor. She drew the serrated blade down and ate her last bite of steak, before turning her eyes up at the man.<br><br>"Lock the door, and yeah. The food is doing me some good, I had not eaten in... a while... too long even. Because of the demon in me, and my persistence, I can usually travel a few days without food. But I am still human, even if it's just in physical vessel. And you are lucky I didn't sling a greasy blade into your gut with the way you burst in here. Foolish move, Darius, I thought feasting for yourself would leave you calm and collected."<br><br>Aster grinned, and lifted the glass of wine, swirling it around the glass and taking another sip. It was her second glass by now, and it had definitely eased her mind a bit though she did not reach the point of losing her&nbsp; balanced abilities or being drunk.<br><br>"How are you Corrupter? It has been a while."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 07:34:42</strong>
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				Darius blinked at her, gawking, mouth working, eyes as wide as an Owl's. He casually closed the door, locking it behind him, then moved to settle on the foot of the over-sized bed. Something was different about Aster, something that he simply could not place. He tilted his head to the side, sniffing. Frowned. "You smell like you got laid." His eyes took on a darker, more insidious cast. "Did you fuck one of the villagers while I was gone? I bet the other guy let you, didn't he? The people outside said it was Ash. That little amoral prick let you run off and shag a guard, or maybe a Dwarf, or a noble eh?"<br><br>Ironically, he sounded...more than a little jealous. Then again, judging by how taut his pants were, it was equally arousing. Odd man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 07:54:04</strong>
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				"Accusing me of mating with those lowlifes?!" Aster spat. "I do not do as you do, and fuck anything that bears the proper parts." Her words suddenly stung, jealous battle being born between them as she slowly came to a stand, gazing at him in her leather wear (heels removed though). How did he sense it? Smell it on her body? She didn't like the invasion, the only reason she had sex in the first place was because of him filling her with stiff tension and longing that she feared to take out on him himself. <br><br>"If you really wanted to know... I had sex with Ash." Aster said, lifting her head up and letting a scowl follow her lips. Her fists curled and she made a low growl, before sneering a bit.<br><br>"Now, what of that? Why do you care?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 08:11:16</strong>
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				Darius’ mouth opened, then closed. Opened, then closed again. His eyes narrowed into dark pits of hungry anger, of jealousy that was as deep as the hole Aster had carved into the ocean floor. And then…the screams from outside. Darius ignored them.<br><br>“Water! It comes up from the mines! The island will sink!” Someone was screaming. <br><br>Oh, yeah. She’d collapsed a tunnel beneath the ocean floor. All that water had to go…somewhere.<br><br>Regardless of whether or not he could do anything about it – and, to be honest, given what he’s said he can do, he can do nothing, Darius folded his muscular arms across his broad chest and simply looked at Aster, seething. His voice was low, as cold and empty as that of the Drow assassins that had been sent to capture her. “You used the lust <strong><span class="bbc_u">I</span></strong> inspired…on that thing? He feels nothing. Cannot feel. And you wasted it…on…him?” Darius looked pensive, like a caged lion, careless of the sudden quaking beneath their feet as the island took on more and more water weight.<br><br>Yeah. Fuck the world. <span class="bbc_u">She’d screwed another man</span>. No matter that it was technically still <em>him</em>. Sort of.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 08:21:27</strong>
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				Aster heard the cries, and ignored the gentle rumble in the heart of the island. No, she could only gaze at Darius, returning his dark stare with as much as she could in her state of rejuvenation. She stepped closer, but not within range of his aura, not yet. She already felt the hints of lust and desire forming in her just from seeing him, anything else would be consuming her resistance that she needed to savor.<br><br>"Had you not concocted that illness inside of me, I could've gone without. And how dare you, I care not if he was emotionless, I was just as cruel if we based upon emotion. I bore myself roughly upon his body in ache of needing to cure your poison, and I rarely, if at all, thought of him. My mind when blank was a canvass on which your disease painted itself. Don't ridicule me. And what right have you?"<br><br>The tanned warrioress stepped forward again, hands still curled into fists at her sides, her body tight and legs tensed for battle or resistance, fight or flight. And beneath them the earth rumbled again. Groaning, she could hear the iron walls of Iswald's barriers sinking into the softened moist soil. But her gaze did not waver, her tendrils of midnight hair still framing her stern expression and full, pursed lips.<br><br>"You went into the inn in which we stayed, and found yourself a broad, took her to a room near my own, and fucked her so that I could hear. I cannot even fulfill myself without you, could not escape you, and only felt anger and hatred as I pleasured myself that last inch as you plunged your seed into the womb of a wench. Do you really think you can contrast with me? She is the equivalent of Ash- no- <span class="bbc_u"><em>worse</em></span>! For she did not even know your name, she only wanted you for your body. Ash at least wanted me for more than that, he used me in aid of war, as his companion in battle, cradled me in sleep like a lost friend. Your wenches, do they accomplish any of those things? Or do they just coo, and waggle their hips under your driving impulsion, getting themselves off without worry or a shit given about you!?"<br><br>Aster seethed, her rant leaving her a bit winded as she gasped, heart pounding. She had recalled it, all of it. Her finger tucked into her sheath as she heard that bimbo screaming in pleasure she denied of him, and the arms and mantle of Ash as she slept, a warm comfort she hadn't had since she was a little girl who had wrapped her arms around her little brother and a blanket around the two of them together.<br><br>"What have you to say now, Darius?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 08:33:58</strong>
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				Darius looked at her, studying her posture, her pose, her exposition and leaned closer, pushing his auras deliberately against her skin, shoving the shock of<br><br>His moans<br>His touch<br>His velvet flavor<br>His infectious want<br>His sandalwood and spiced scent<br>His deliciously rippling muscular visage wrapped around her body, taking of her flesh in ways no other man could…<br><br>Into her mind without a care in the world. His auras were pluripotent, shifting along the shield of her defenses against him, crawling into her core, seeking out whatever poison remained from her willing touch, calling to it to awaken, cajoling it for having fallen asleep. Sensuous lips twisting into a wry little smile, Darius finally spoke.<br><br>“Fine. We’re even. One for one. I didn’t climax for the blonde though, I just fed. I bet you came for Ash, in which case, you owe me.” He smirked, sharp teeth appearing behind those savory lips, as though he knew a secret. “You thought of nothing did you? I see the lies behind your eyes. Hear them in your voice.”<br><br>Turning on heel, his auras sweeping across her like a slap, he commented, “I was with you, in your core. He was just a dick, every bit as used as the blonde.” Now, he sounded…pleased. What the fuck was up with this man?<br><br>His broad back, so deliciously available for clawing and grabbing, vanished out of the building as he moved outside to see precisely what was going on. Feeling as though he’d won. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 08:47:51</strong>
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				Suddenly he used his power against her. Flushed against her skin with his auras. She could see and feel, smell even, every detail about him. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her lips parted. She was weak, though gaining her strength, too weak for this. Aster then felt his words etch deep into her mind, settling there like eggs to a nest, soon to hatch an even deeper infection- one of thought instead of just physical desire. Her eyes narrowed at him, and she felt her legs tremble, only for her to tighten her muscles and prepare even more to lurch at him to beat him to death. But then he turned, and left.<br><br>A wave of his feeling, of his everything, it drowned her. Hit her like a tsunami to the face, almost threw her from her feet. She clutched herself below her navel, both arms, feeling his taint inside of her. She doubled over, gasped, and felt her body rock forward then back. Her hand swung out, clutching the table as the door hung open in his wake.<br><br><em>I hate you Corrupter, you only bring me this ruin, and you do it on purpose no less!</em><br><br>Aster growled to herself, coming to a stand when he had left. Though she was wet and her pussy ached for him, her heart thundering hard in his name, she readied herself to leave. Propped her bag upon her waist after having slid the strap over her arm, and then slid on her shoes. She then set out after him...<br><br><br>Outside, the town was in chaos, people running to the docks to get boats to the inland. Screams, cries, and people stealing things and hefting heavy bags, boxes, baskets and carts around. Aster felt like a sudden weight was upon her, besides the one Darius put into place within her soul. She looked upon Corrupter and hissed quietly, looking towards the far end of town where only a few small boats and canoes remained.<br><br>"You have not won, and will never win Corrupter. You did not bear your length into my depths, did not feel my corridor love-locked around you, and you have not- and <em>will</em> not- ever feel the embrace of me as a lover to you in the aftermath. Corrupter, you have lost..."<br><br>She then raised her hand and pointed to the boat. <br><br>"I'm leaving, with or without you. Remember how pathetic you are on your own, so I'd suggest you tag along if you want to live."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 09:02:01</strong>
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				Darius took in the woman’s words, not turning, not looking back, though he did pause. “How strong of you, to flee and leave these people to suffer. Perhaps Leviathan was right to choose you, for you will falter and fail. Cowards always do.” Back stiff, the Corrupter heeded his geas, moved toward the source of the water, toward the tunnels in the center of town. Water had not yet breached the surface, but the whole area seemed determined to collapse.<br><br>What could he do? One man, a power-sieve for the rest of his soul – do against such odds? He was no near-God, nowhere near as powerful as Aster, yet he seemed unalloyed, unbending, unwilling to give in to dismay while she ran away, fled her true nature, fled the very essence of what would give her strength against the man who would own her – and, somehow, Darius did not seem to care.<br><br>He wanted a strong woman at his side, not a coward.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 09:18:58</strong>
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				"Coward?" Aster whispered. Perhaps now Corrupter had hit her in one of her most sacred places. He had not just hurt her, her body, her mind. Now he had finished her off, taken that last thing she had to claim. It was like daring a daredevil. He'd hurt her pride now. Aster turned sharply to face him, and followed him. She felt her strength being born, her power coming to the surface. That well was being tapped into out of anger, out of pain, hurt, longing, and confusion. <br><br>Following him, she finally made a stop in the center of town. Every step left a footprint that had sparkling moisture in it. The water was abundant.<br><br>"Stop!" She called out loudly, so loud her throat ached. The people heard her and stopped, some whispering that she was behind it all, the fall of the people. "Go to high ground. I will... <em>save</em>... you all. Trust me or don't, I could not care." Her eyes were glued to Corrupter, as she raised out her hands.<br><br>"You called me a coward Darius... If it costs me... everything... I will prove you wrong... You are so <em>wrong</em> about me!" Her voice elevated, as suddenly water began to rise out of the soil, at first in droplets then in little streams. It rose to the sky, and headed off of the island. She felt the water, felt it deep under the island, in the island, and prepared to move it. Her hands reached up to the sky, and her head tilted back, and she let out a cry of... yes, pain.<br><br>Water rushed out of the tunnels, rushed into the ocean and up to the sky where it became rain on the shores. Then another thing, the Force at her throat... She began to move the rocks in the tunnels, shifting the heavy boulders to upright the cavernous systems... <br><br>Black veins formed on her wrists, then spread into her fingertips, then inward of her arms. Her skin began to yellow, then turned purple along her hands and arms, bruises brushing up to the surface along the lines of blood flow. Her eyes disappeared beneath her squeezed shut lids, and the power stopped. Water was gone, though the beaches sank into the ocean and the island overall sank about a foot, clearing off the water almost up to the Iswald walls and killing the fishing docks and smaller huts on the outskirts... but the city was safe.<br><br>Aster felt like death, as she collapsed to her knees, covered in thin black lines like spiderwebs just under her skin. <br><br>"Y-you... are... wrong... I s-saved... the ... damn p-people..." She then gripped the rings on her fingers and pulled them off, piling them onto the ground. No one but someone trained to use them such as herself could use them, but it made no difference. Aster's trembling fingers pulled them into her palm and she pocketed them into her bag. Her body felt weak, and it was obvious. Her entire arms were nothing but bruised and lined with black ink-lik threads, and her body was pale with weakness.<br><br>"G-get... me... out of here... and then... I'll... be g-gone... Just get m-me away..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 09:31:29</strong>
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				<em>She’d fallen for his ploy.</em><br><br>She had done what he could not do, given into the temptation to prove him wrong. A small, velvet smile flitted across the Corrupter’s lips and he gestured to the nearest townspeople. “Guard her. I will be gone for the rest of the day.” He ran his fingers across a symbol on his robe and a goblet of steaming black liquid appeared. He sat it down nearby. “If she begins to die, give her this. Only a few drops. It is pure corruption, but it may save her life.” The roiling black liquid smelled delicious, even from feet away – but was clearly the absence of choice, the essence of blackness, of corruption nestled in an innocent enough silvery goblet.<br><br>Then, he turned and left her there. It took him minutes to find the deep tunnels, now dry and wrenched open thanks to the Drow and the water. Jumping, he relied on his clothes to slow his fall straight down the deepest mine shaft. His tumbling fall slowed when the hall angled, but he continued to hover, sleek as a bird, until he came to the landslide she’d created, the barrier she’d haphazardly shoved in the way with Force. Reaching out, the Corrupter pressed his hand against the stone and stroked his fingers across one symbol, then another. Extending his senses, he felt for the other edge of the rock barrier, felt the outline of what Aster had created.<br><br>She’d re-established the entire fucking floorboard of the ocean with her Godlike power. Precisely what he’d expected. Precisely what he’d cajoled her into doing. With a murmured Word, one of the few the Corrupter was allowed to have, he became a shadow, a darkness, and flitted through stone and walls of force. Wherever there was shadow nearby, he could be. He reappeared on the other side of her barrier, near the Goddess’ protection for her people. There was no water now, thanks to Aster – no crushing force to kill him. Which was why he’d manipulated her so in the first place. <br><br>The glistening barrier of the Drow goddess remained up, luminescent and purple in the space of the cave. No Drow were nearby, none were stupid enough to do anything but bolster the will of their Goddess with prayer and sacrifice. Reaching out, drawing on the forbidden power he’d harnessed from the Goddess’ people, Darius…attuned himself to their wavelengths, their thoughts, their souls…<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Their connection to their fucking goddess.</span><br><br>And touched her Tear’s power.<br><br>And he <em>Corrupted </em>it. <br><br>Silently, head bowed, he whispered to himself, “<em>Thank you, Aster.</em>”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 09:45:52</strong>
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				The illness was taking her. One's body was but a tool for power. She used outer sources to magnify, dilute, or dignify her power, but it made no mind this time. Her entire form was rebelling against her because of that magnitude of power use before a proper healing. The guards rushed to her, and Darius left. His words met her ears, and were soon gone as the guards and soldiers huddled around her, staring down at her. Clouding her view of the sky. <br><br>"Did... he leave... me?" She said weakly, eyes rolling about in her head as her blurred world focused on one nodding head. <br><br>"Yes." <br><br>Aster felt something like tears swell in her eyes. Her body felt crushed, and now she was alone. Would Ash have done the same? Ushered her into doing what he wanted or didn't believe she could only to turn his back on her? A tear rolled down her&nbsp; face and as weak as she was, she was still too proud to let the soldiers see it. Aster turned her head and pressed her cheek to the dirt, letting the tear become absorbed.<br><br>"He gave us this, to give you in case-" They began.<br><br>"Don't!" Aster shouted, but the shouting did nothing to help her. She instantly coughed, before her stomach's contents rolled up her throat and onto the earth itself. Her body hurled over a bit so that she could clear her passageways, breathe through this torture. <br><br>"M'lady, should we take you somewhere?" <br><br>"Anywhere... but here..." Aster whispered, falling back onto her back and staring up at the darkening sky. She felt the hands of men grip her sides, many hands and arms, before she lost her focus and the world went black...<br><br><div align="center"><strong><em>Why did you leave me alone? <br>You made me weaker than ever before.<br>And... And you left...</em></strong>[/i]]</div><br><br>Her eyes opened and she was back in that same large, marvelous inn room. Men huddled around her bed, soldiers paying respect to her, and women sat on her bed edge, caressing her forehead with wet clothes and rubbing in tender moisturizing salves into her bruised arms. A doctor felt along her arms, her hips, along her thighs and legs for breaks in bone. Aster groaned, hating the attention. She would've rather died and sank into the soil than be the point of everyone's curiosity and care. She didn't <em>need</em> all those people...<br><br>"Ugh, leave... me..." Aster groaned, and the people looked around as if to question what she'd said.<br><br>"But m'lady-"<br><br>"Please, I'm all right." <br><br>They stood and left, even the maidens, and she was alone. She could hear soldiers guarding her door, and wondered- what now? She had no reason to believe Corrupter would ever come back, she was just apart of his game. Aster shifted sorely in the bed, groaning, before pulling a wool blanket they'd brought over her body.<br><br><em>I'm so cold...</em> She thought, staring hazily at the walls. <em>Why, Lady Fate, have you set me upon this course? Am I destined to rue in this agony for an eternity?</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 10:01:39</strong>
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				Of course, Darius had said nothing of his internal thoughts and intentions; he had simply told the townspeople to guard her and see for her while he was absent. His motivations were entirely his own, his thoughts closed down on this particular ploy. He wanted her to have no way of knowing, not yet anyway. <br><br>Reaching through the wall, through the sheer force of magic more comparable to what Aster used than what he was capable of, Darius poured his power, emptying the very stores he’d just filled with the souls of the Goddess’ people. Tines of blackness, of virulent emerald and eldritch purple shot through the stone where the Goddess’ touch resided, crawled through the cavern, spreading faster, and faster, and faster. <br><br>One of the Drow, a high priestess, noticed what was happening and led a small battalion of warriors down the tunnel, angry, furious – and halted at the sight of Darius, hand outstretched, eyes closed in concentration. <br><br>He needed this. Needed to do this. It had been a ploy, a gambit, a game – a wager, yes. But, in order to rival the power of the Goddess at his side, to be truly useful, he had to grow, to take risks, to dare fate. To fight wills with an artifact left behind by a Goddess. He did not appear to hear the priestess draw near.<br><br>Snarling, but uncertain, the Priestess gestured her elite warriors forward. As one, they crept up to the barrier and fired their arrows. The bolts vanished as they passed through the wall of force, consumed by their Goddess’ own protective power. Experimentally, one reached out, touching the wall…and fell to the ground in a pile of limp orgiastic death, a smile on his face. The pace of the plague spreading through the walls in the immediate vicinity increased, rippling through the floor now. Another drow fell…and then another…as the pace of the infection was expedited with each soul Darius’ Corruption made direct contact with.<br><br>He was attuned to the Drow, now – tapped into their Goddess, at least on this end of the tunnel. He manipulated her energies with his own and fed on her warriors and, before the Priestess could finish the incantation to teleport away, her as well. That one was particularly satisfying. The plague spread.<br><br>In the distance inquisitive Drow fell in rows. Minutes later the entire remainder of the Drow civilization, save those who had fled, were dead. An equal number with the army they’d sent after Iswald; a fitting balance – him and Aster, at last. And then, his Corruption spread through the Tear of the Goddess, filling her intent with his. <br><br>X-X <br><br>He walked through the town light on his feet, making his way to the tavern. He had no auras now, no physical manifestation of desire whatsoever. His sunset eyes were back, a warm, soothing balm and his broad smile even, concerned as he found out Aster was okay. Okay, but she had not drank of the cup.<br><br>She’d survived the impossible, as he’d known she would. She was invulnerable, it seemed. Invulnerable, and as powerful as a Goddess.<br><br>Perhaps she’d make the perfect queen?<br><br>Rounding a corner, he appeared in her doorway, a feint aura around him – vaguely otherworldly, but nothing like his lust had been. In fact, there was no scent of desire about him at all; he seemed patient, calm, controlled, concerned.<br><br>“I asked them to guard you. I had to go and deal with the remainder of the drow – blocking the water ways back up would have given them access to Iswald again. I’m sure you understand.”<br><br>And, of course, he was right. He’d never told her a lie.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 19:06:59</strong>
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				Aster had stared at the walls until late in the night. She could only think, not sleep. Her body ached too much to sleep. Sadly now she wanted to be unconscious, and yet her mind gave her no freedom from the crippling pain throughout her. But soon a voice came, and she turned upon hearing the door shut and seeing Corrupter in the doorway. Her eyes set on him and she furrowed her brows angrily, and yet he spoke. Something was ... different about him.<br><br>"I don't care anymore." Aster finally whispered, turning her head back to face the wall. She'd telepathically spilled her innermost feelings to that one beige wall. At least she'd had someone to tell, to thoughtfully run off to and cry to. Aster hated her sense of being stronger than everyone and everything else. She wasn't. Power didn't make strength. Cold persevering did. And here she was, too worn out to keep going yet not giving up. She was, as one might say, on her last limb. <br><br>"I've... never been... this weak before... Because of you, I have..." Aster paused to wince, one hand numbly falling over her bare stomach, "experienced a lot of... pain, and trivial swaying of the mind... And... I-" She felt as though to throw up again, but just heaved for her stomach had nothing in it now. The nice and delicious meal from earlier was now somewhere outside on the ground and she was starved now.<br><br>"Darius..." The sound of his name falling from her lips was something like a song of sorrow in one beautiful word. A perfect whisper, delightfully elegant, weak, lonely, and upset. In that one word she filled out how she currently felt. A mixture of abandoned, confused, and ache. So much dreadful ache in every muscle in her body. In her skin and organs, everything felt beaten...<br><br>Aster turned her head away, and now stared upon the ceiling, her fingers sore and stiff as she blindly fumbled to grab the blanket and pull it up over her chest, pushing her arms beneath it before she turned onto her side with a whimper and stared at the wall once more.<br><br>"I either don't... know what... to say, or I have nothing at a-... all... to be said... I can't tell which r-right now." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 07:47:12</strong>
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				Darius strode into the room, as graceful and self-possessed as always, and moved to stand over her on the big, spacious bed. His hair fell across his brow, hiding those infinite-hued eyes, framing his sensuous mouth in terms of falling stars and swirling vortices of endless skies. He reached out and placed his hand over her fingers on the blanket, as gentle as a feather.<br><br>Nothing happened. No infection, no new corruption, no amazing wash of desire; it was as though he was just…a man. <br><br>“I slept with her because I could not avoid it. And you did not want me. I am sorry that I caused you pain.” He paused, “And I left because I had to. I had no choice. Even my geas agreed that you were safe and that the Drow had to be attended to.”<br><br>He sat down on the edge of the bed, firm ass brushing her hidden thigh, hip nuzzling her hip. “Only you were strong enough to do what had to be done. I could not have. If the island had sank, it would have granted the Drow a massive advantage over this region, one that humanity could not have turned back easily. They were in league with Demons, Aster…” He searched for the words, then reached into a pocket and unfolded a small piece of cloth. Red, covered in twisted, wicked, runes.<br><br>“One of the dead drow had this on him. Demonic markings – a message from someone to capture you. An agreement. These Drow had to be stopped, and I couldn’t use my power without you doing what you did.” He squeezed her hand gently. “You are a hero. And I am sorry if you felt used – by me, or this island, or anyone else.”<br><br>His eyes radiated honesty, fidelity and concern. Of course, he was the Corrupter and lies were his meat and drink; who could discern truth behind that too-handsome visage? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 07:56:59</strong>
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				As Darius came to sit with Aster, she felt the need to edge away. But his hand fell on her hand and she gasped, before realizing... there was no magical effect. No toxic aura. But it was then she realized something different. Still in her, at his touch, she found fascination and desire. Not as strong, but it twisted like a beautiful ritual dance in the deepest part of her soul... <br><br><em>H-he's... warm...</em><br><br>He sat next to her, and apologized, but his apology barely met her ears. His hip against hers made her feel his warmth, tugging the blanket aside just a bit. Aster, like a curious child, leaned inward. Turning her body, she let her bare outer thigh brush against his, and felt his skin. Her tired eyes scanned the connection of skin and she parted her lips to breathe slowly. Her hands rose and her fingers caressed his side.<br><br>"Y-you... your aura... I can... touch you..." His skin was smooth and she loved it, and she wanted to memorize his every inch in this rare moment she could. Her hand trailed down his side, her fingers like feathers so light and gentle lowering down to his waist, over his thigh where she finally withdrew her hand before reaching up, combing into his hair with her nails. Aster was astonished, amazed, captivated and taken over by it. Aster stared at him, stared at his body so near.<br><br>"I don't think I heard what you said earlier... I d-don't..." She winced for a moment, before continuing, "really care anymore..." Her voice dimmed. Aster then caressed the top of his leg again, before planting her bare palm over his upper leg and spreading her fingers over his shape.<br><br>"Mmm, you're warm..." Aster said, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling radiating into her hand that either was his heat, or what she imagined from him to be heat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 08:33:02</strong>
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				Darius smiled down at her, allowing her to comb her fingers across his delicate, silken skin and long hair, allowed her to feel the outline of his glorious maleness through his pants, pressed against his thigh. Reaching out, he mirrored her movements, smoothing her hair across her face, around her jaw and over her throat. His eyes were on her – glowing – so very brilliant – as they took her in. Finally, he drew his hand away.<br><br>“It will return. I spent all of it, threw my corruption away as you through your magic energies into your stones. It was not what defined me – but it was my feeding mechanism and, as such, is part of me. It will, no doubt, regenerate. But I do not know when.” He shrugged, a small motion. He’d given away his ability to seduce, to feed – part of what he was, and he seemed entirely nonchalant about it. Nonchalant and meshed in her gaze, eager to spend time with her. His only free time in the world.<br><br>Leaning down, careful, he allowed sweet breath to brush across her forehead, followed by a gentle kiss. His lips were firm, pliant, soft – delicate but intense all at once. He exhaled over her skin, whispering, “Staying in contact is not safe. Not for any length of time.” <br><br>He sounded…sad.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 08:44:50</strong>
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				Aster heard his words, after having closed her eyes and getting the feel of his kiss etched into her forehead. She wanted more, more of that simplicity, more of that in her time of weakness and illness. As he told her staying in contact was not safe, for these few minutes, she did not care. Aster leaned up, and limply laid her head upon his shoulder, her arms curled against her chest as she drew her knees up and braced her body against his.<br><br>"Just shut up." Aster spat coldly, though the weak tone made it almost sound cute. She ran her cheek over his smooth shoulder, admired the feel, the warmth, the one and only chance she'd have at touching Corrupter. "I despise you so much, and yet you- and all of your personalities- you are all I have... And what you do to me, each one of you. It makes me hate you, but this hate, is not like the hate I feel for demons or Leviathon, or people... I..." <br><br>She didn't like trying to explain the depth of the aggression, spite, and anger she felt for him. Aster loosened her arms and wrapped her arms around him, caressing the valley down his back where his spine lay, drew them up and hugged weakly on his shoulders. Her chest pressed against his and a loose, simple moan of non-sexual satisfaction fell from her lips.<br><br>"You are a cruel creature, the Gods made you to destroy me. I used to think Leviathon was my end, my fate, and then I m-..." she exhaled and sighed, "I met you..." <br><br>Aster turned her head to let her other cheek feel his warmth, but her lips brushed against his skin.<br><br>"We'll leave in the morning, when I'm... strong enough to go..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 08:51:51</strong>
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				Darius smiled gingerly at her words, a barely visible curving of those inviting lips. “It sucks living for something more than what you were forged for, doesn’t it? I know the feeling…all too well.” He was, after all, a crafted creature, a fuckdoll used to empower heroes. Out of all of them, he was the villain, the bad guy, the scapegoat. Hell, he’d created just as many problems (albeit on a different scale) as many of the creatures his other selves had dealt with and defeated. <br><br>He was abomination, made for the greater good. A walking irony.<br><br>Shifting back on the bed, Darius lay back, sighing. “I never sleep..” but he yawned. Wrapping an arm around her blanketed torso, he murmured, “No skin on skin contact. It just won’t be safe. But…I’ve never just held a woman before..” And, oddly enough, the Corrupter passed out. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 08:58:35</strong>
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				As he laid back, she drew the blanket thinly between them, and then laid next to him. She pushed her leg over his own, wrapped her arm over his chest, and only had that thin piece of fabric to separate them. Though the blanket was long and wide enough to protect her from Darius as well as cover her entire body at the same time, the most of the warmth came from Corrupter. She watched him breathe, listened to his chest, found his lips parting as he shifted...<br><br>And soon, she too, was asleep...<br><br><br><div align="center">~XXX~</div><br><br>Aster woke with her body wrapped around Darius, the blanket barely parting them. Her bruises were now only yellowed, and the true sore ache of her muscles was now set into her. But her organs had healed up a bit, and her woozy state was now settled. Her eyes fluttered open and her hair had come undone to the point that smooth, thick waves of midnight curtained over her shoulders and onto Corrupter's chest. Had they had sex?<br><br>...<br><br>No... They... hadn't, had they? No, they'd just... snuggled, or something like it. <br><br>Aster was a little astounded, but she hugged her body to his and sighed.<br><br>"It's morning..." She whispered, knowing Darius did not sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 09:08:36</strong>
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				Darius slept and in his sleep, his soul awoke. <br><br>Turbulent clouds, massive roiling black plinths, blocked his view of the woman’s face but he knew it was a woman. Their outline, the way the swirls rolled over one another – there, that could have been a hip and there, a breast, and there a face limned in lightning and anger.<br><br>“What have you done to my tear, golem?” The voice was the world, shook Darius to his core, yet did not touch him. He could not feel it, despite its threat to destroy him. <br><br>Glancing down, Darius looked at the fist-sized gem in his hand, a glimmering rainbow-hued diamond barely large enough to compare with one of the giant cloud’s smallest swirls. Extending his hand, Darius thrust the gemstone toward the heart of the storm and its colorful center swirled with corruption, black and green.<br><br>He did not answer the towering Goddess.<br><br>Enraged, she struck out. Lightning slammed through the clouds, poured out and into the gem. The stone grew brighter with the captured lightning, lightning that immediately swirled with purple veined vileness. Darius flicked the gem from side to side and one of those bolts flew out, piercing a cloudy thigh, transforming it into something else. Something that reeked of lust. <br><br>The dream-Goddess screamed in outrage. “You cannot do this! The realm of nightmares is mine!” <br><br>Balefully, Darius held the gemstone up again, rattling it threateningly, - and the clouds vanished. <br><br>Darius woke seconds after Aster did, gasping for breath, body shivering from the effects of the internal confrontation and he could feel…sense the desire returning, like the warning call from an owl. Aster was on top of him though, wrapped around him…he murmured, voice hard, desperate. “Get up. Get back, now…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 09:17:13</strong>
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				Aster looked up at him with confused, knit brows. <br><br><em>Of course he responds this way.</em><br><br>Placing her hand on his chest, she unraveled her leg from his thighs, pushing back and off. She groaned, wincing, her muscles sore and crying out to her when she did so much as to push herself off. But she rolled over the bed and groaned, whimpering as her body throbbed in pain. Aster hissed, but finally raised her eyes to him and gestured for him to get back.<br><br>"I c-can't move any more right now... I... ugh, it hurts... I'm s-sore..." Her eyes squeezed shut and she reached out, trying to push herself as to lay on her back, and her fingers grazed over his hip over the blanket. She drew her hand away in the dim lit room and gazed coolly at Darius.<br><br>"So what is it now? Have you magically bec-come inclined to... thrust lust into my core again?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 09:24:54</strong>
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				Darius choked as his power returned, stifling any movement or response he could have made. Not six concentric layers of power – just one – burst from him like a bomb, an explosion of desire, of contact, of need, so primal that it penetrated the tavern and expanded outward further, extending well beyond its previous limits. Sounds of instant lust, groans and grunts of passion met the wave as it crested somewhere in the main tavern hall. A few anxious squeals of pain rose up soon after; poor serving lads being taken for a spin – and, no doubt – enjoying it despite whatever proclivities they had. <br><br>The aura gave no leeway regardless of species or gender. All of the weaker minds immediately fell beneath its predatory hunger. But the aura…lessened near Aster. It still swept through the area next to Darius, not doubt, but the pull seemed restrained. Eyes half shut in concentration, Darius grit his teeth, fighting to hold back, to keep his need at bay…<br><br>His manhood stretched out, brushed the sheets her hand had just dislodged and he expelled his held wind, moaning at how sensitive he was…and his control vanished. Reaching out toward her, the only sensation, the only emotion, in the Corrupter’s eyes was pure lust.<br><br>Pure lust backed by the potency of a Goddess Tear. <br><br>So much for a girl's hopes for quickies...like...ever. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 09:35:04</strong>
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				Aster felt the sudden pressure of his aura, and knew he was suffering. She saw him writhing even, focusing. But it hit her, softly, then a little more roughly, making her pain sting though her attraction and desire flared up. Aster pushed further, especially after seeing his manhood rising up under the sheets. It was then, then that she realized he was reaching out for her.<br><br>"No, no, no Darius!" She said, voice escalating. It was then she moved to hold her hand out at him that their touches connected. She had raised her hand and spread her fingers, realizing only then she was without her rings. No gate to vent her power. Just raw energy she refused to expel. Her skin against his made her moan, the sweetest moan, as her body arched. A groan tore out of her lips as soon as she did so though, her body hurting as she curled her toes. She tried to pull back, but this was it- her weakest- the perfect time to be struck without the physical capability to back her will to resist. She drew her hand away, by some magical force unknown to her, and gasped, whimpering.<br><br>"Darius, c-control yourself!" She moaned again, her pussy starting to moisten at the deep urges and desires forming in her core. "Please!" She cried out in a moan, ecstasy filling her voice and stirring with pain. "G-get out of the bed!" The woman barely clad in leather said in a broken whisper, pushing her head into her pillow as her abdomen tautly strained forward, back a perfect arc, legs a ballet stretch as the palms of her feet dug into the bed. "Ohhh make... ahhh!! Make it... stop..." She said, the pain and pleasure creating a mixture of tense sensation she couldn't deny or handle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 09:43:56</strong>
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				It was not Darius who acted; it was the desire. With strength far beyond what he should have been capable of, Darius wrenched the sheets aside and coiled down toward the foot of the bed, his body shedding his clothes as a snake might a skin – the midnight folds simply melting off of him to reveal the rippling musculature beneath. The lines on the sides of his abdomen flexed taut as he made his way toward her fixed ankles. Without warning he reached out, grabbing her leather skirt, wrenching it off and tossing it to the side. He growled at the fabric as it vanished, but wasted no time assaulting her.<br><br>In, he dove. His face collided with her moist sex and his reptilian, multi-pierced tongue whipped past his lips and directly into her recently fucked core, burrowing into her in a sensuous path that knew its course; each bump of his piercings collided with her g-spot, rippled across and through it, and deeper into her, growing longer and longer, playing her insides with skill no finger or cock could have. His lip crushed to her clit, teeth brushing it simultaneously, somehow.<br><br>And his saliva infected her body, shoving his power into her as surely as a snake’s venom. Healing power. The power to fuck, and fuck, and fuck, forever. It flushed across her skin, saturating her, crawled like oil across her lacerations and began burrowing inward as surely as his tongue. Seeking to cure her body. It felt like a moist, warm, towel being laid across her skin, soothing her aches, a balm…to contrast with the sheer unmetered pleasure of his mouth. <br><br>A strange, almost minty, scent rose from beneath Darius’ body as he devoured her. And inside, in the spiritual core of her body, where his taint had been dying – repelled and consumed by the demon in her and her use of magics…a fire ignited and burned brightly, determined to consume, to transform, to corrupt, the essence of the creature inside her. <br><br>Healing. Sexual assault – rape with his mouth. And spiritual cannibalism, all at once. <br><br><br>Goddess, it felt glorious. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 09:57:43</strong>
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				"N-no, Darius!" She cried, as he ripped the sheets away and his clothes melted away. Her eyes portrayed helplessness. She had taken off her rings, and she hadn't used her raw power since her fight with Leviathon that led to her rebirth. She watched his head dive, spreading her thighs, and she shrieked, trying to push her way up the bed to escape. But her strength was instantly drawn out of her when his tongue dipped into her core. Aster's body crashed into the bed, her hips lifting to his mouth. His lips, his pierced tongue, it all pushed into her and burrowed deeply into her. Resistance flared in her mind. She screamed internally, cried out in a thousand sharp voices to make him leave, but all that came from her lips were toxic moans and luscious lures of heavenly breaths. <br><br>Aster lifted her hips, stronger, and pushed into his face, wanting more as her fingers curled into his hair. Her arms were... oddly colored right now, and the ache nothing more now than something much like getting slapped and feeling the after sting. But then she felt that too fade. Her walls clutched his tongue, G-spot throbbing and toes about to snap off if they curled any tighter. She was swimming in a lake of fire with this devil's kiss upon her sacred garden of spices. <br><br>"Ah!" She cried out, and slowly the denial in her mind began to clear out, as she felt her raw power thrumming in her veins. "C-Corrupter!" She moaned out, tightening her fingers in his smooth hair and pulling until his scalp might've felt a bit of tension. <br><br>Gods be with her, she didn't want to give in to Darius, but at the same time... at the same time, it was only a spoonful of the feast she so badly wanted to indulge in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 10:05:34</strong>
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				Darius’ tongue did not fill her in the same way a cock would, not by any means, but it offered sensations impossible for any other man to achieve – any man other than an incubus. As pleasured moans roared through the tavern below, the Corrupter’s aura fed, growing more potent but narrowing its focus, growing smaller, more compact – centered, inch by inch, on a single source of his willful desire. On Aster. <br><br>His tongue slithered back out of her core and into his mouth, giving him her flavor, which he drank eagerly. His lips, so soft, so firm, wound around her little nub of pleasure and the forks on his tongue drifted up and down, flicking fast…faster…so goddamn blurringly fast, like a horrible tease mixed with moisture and pressure all at once across her core. One of his hands shifted from her ankle and to her core, finger tip dancing across her taint, rolling in little firm circles across her forbidden, tighter, bud, teasing – dancing, nearly in time with his tongue.<br><br>And more of his venom pressed inward. The might of a goddess’ lust – combined with his own slammed against Leviathan’s might inside Aster’s body, sending up raw sparks of amazing power – fuel for the fight for Aster’s soul, heart, and body. In this way, Aster and Darius were puppets for these great forces. <br><br>And, in this way, those great forces were puppets to Aster and Darius; for it was their genuine desire that had made the moment possible.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 10:18:23</strong>
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				As his tongue slipped out, the piercings acted much like the hooks on a cat's tongue, taking with it the creamy, addictive juices and returning them to his mouth. Her pussy was soaked, her muscles clenching tightly together as she drove her hips into his kiss, her clit into his lips. His tongue flitted over her so quickly, it did not summon from her a moan. Instead, the sound was a hissing inhale that was almost endless as her lungs almost burst from being so full. Her hips arched, her head lulled back, lips parted. And as soon as her hissing breath inward halted, that split second, it broke into an almost earth-shattering moan of proportional lengths. Her nails scraped his scalp and bound his hair, and her thighs trembled to the point of vibration along his shoulders. <br><br>"Mmmm..." Her eyes rolled back and she bit her lower lip, her orgasm now visible in the nearing distance.<br><br><em>Darius... God Darius...</em><br><br>Her power was raw, untamed, with only his crystal upon her throat. It was then that her power vented in one little way, one tiny breakthrough of her thoughts echoing tinily into his mind.<br><br><em><strong>Don't stop, I'm so close, your tongue... Oh Corrupter... I... I can barely breathe...</strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 10:24:08</strong>
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				Reaching out, fearless, Darius wrapped a hand around Aster’s throat, his palm meeting the crystal – that essence of him merged with her. Squeezing gently, not quite controlling her breath, he renewed his assault of her. His finger tip swam with her juices and pressed slowly but inexorably into her rosebud ass. His teeth brushed her clit as he suckled at her now, hard, then soft, his piercings rippling across her clit in a symphony of collusive movement. <br><br>And through the combined power – the mixture of him and her in the gym – the Goddess’ tear that he’d tainted, and Aster’s sheer vulnerability, the Corrupter sank inside her, squirmed around against her soul like some invading member, eager to crack open the cage of her demonic infestation, to replace it with him. To make her his. <br><br>Yet that core was strong. Not because of the Leviathan, but because of her. Deep down, her memories, her pain, her focus…they kept his lust out, rebounded it into her flesh, soaking his desire up well enough, but not allowing him to change who she fundamentally was. Not yet, anyway. <br><br>It made him want her more. The minty scent rose from beneath him in a perfume of sweetly delicious longing and he doubled his efforts, growing more and more rough about taking from her. Feeding on her desire.<br><br><strong>Come for me. Give it to me. All of it. Be mine.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 10:35:16</strong>
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				He grew rougher, his fingertip wetting upon her juices before playing around her ass, making her attempt to steady her hips. Aster thrust her hips against his tongue and lips, and she yelped out a delicious moan. Harmonious, she cooed to his lapping tongue and lips, to his thought. Deep down, she didn't want to orgasm, she didn't want to feel that release with him that would forever bind her to a memory of completion and successful satisfaction with Darius. But she couldn't help it. His lips held her clit, his tongue and mouth suckling and flickering upon it. Her moans grew deeper, and more stretched apart. Soon, she did not moan at all.<br><br>There was total silence, like the silent wave just before a sonic boom hits. Her hips bucked up suddenly and she tossed her head back roughly, squeezing her eyes shut. Her mouth opened and she clenched his hair so tightly her knuckles whitened. And her body shook, her shape frozen in the arc against his kiss, her breath halted. <br><br>Hot. Liquid. Darkness and light. Touched, in a small part of her, where she locked away everything innermost and sacred- safe from humanity, safe from others. He barely tipped his fingerprint there, kissing a tiny glass wall around the edge. Her orgasm almost lasted forever, her heart racing and thundering. Her lungs were still frozen, and barely did she start to shallowly tremble with breath.<br><br><strong>Corrupter, have you healed me?</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 10:40:39</strong>
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				Darius allowed her to settle before swarming over her body, pressing his oversized meat to her entrance. His skin warped, moved of its own accord across her slit, re-sizing itself to fit her perfectly based on a single touch – knowing precisely how large to become to not quite cause too much pain. He lay there, chest against her chest, eyes on her face, not quite as enflamed by desire, not quite as overwhelmed. Some of him was back. His voice low, gentle as a breeze, as though he hadn’t just eaten her out for the last half hour, he asked, “Seconds?”<br><br>As though they’d just had a little stroll in the park and cake afterward. <br><br>His auras collapsed around them, wrapping around her, pressing through her flesh, into her as though her climax had, in fact, bound her to him, opened up her physical resistance much like illness can invite more death. Only much, much, more pleasant. His breath coiled across her mouth and a single drop of pure liquid Joy oozed from the plumb-sized head of his cock, rolling down, across her clit, wrapping around her skin. Impregnating it with a tidal wave of pure, ambrosial, pleasure. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 10:56:38</strong>
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				When she began to come down, his body was over her. Resistance tried to spur forth again, but he was doing something to keep her from denial. His chest fell on her own, and his breath caressed her throat. Her eyes focused on his. This was what she was afraid of. She was letting this man in, and she didn't want to. With Ash, it was cold, complete, and physically fulfilling. With Darius, with Corrupter- it was ... different. And Aster was terrified to death...<br><br>As she felt his thick cock's head brushing through her slit, she tried to inch up the bed a bit, so totally overwhelmed that she couldn't resist him the way she wanted to, or was now losing the desire to want to. As he felt upon her, she wanted to both push him away, take him immediately, and then savor the moment...<br><br>"W-wait, D-darius... Pl-l-ease..." She stammered, her hands reaching up and gripping his shoulders. She could barely think straight, how she was resisting him was impossible to her. Hell, she hadn't had enough time to recover from the powerful orgasm. She could even feel a little tint of his seed flushing through her like venom that numbed the pain.<br><br>"D-don't... pene-tr-rate me... Wait..." Aster reached up, a trembling hand combing over his cheek. "I don't want... to give... in to you... I... Not..." Her words were running into each other, and though her mind still tried to make sense of it, her hips were still rocking back and forth, causing his cock to rub against her slit and douse itself in her juices.<br><br><strong>It's more than sex with you, not like Ash at all, and I'm... I'm frightened... What will become of me, if I give in to the poison you've injected into my soul? I'm... scared... I've already given in too much...</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 11:07:20</strong>
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				Darius pulled back, just a bit, in order to make room for a massive final thrust, one that would complete her and corrupt her from the inside out totally…he’d already done it, after all? His seed had touched her need, his saliva her cunt and ass, his skin her skin. He was in her now, as addictive as heroine. Why not complete her?<br><br>But he held, considering her face. “Fine, I will not penetrate you in that way.” He reached down and shifted himself, letting the head of his need adjust and apply pressure to her smaller, more delicate, entrance. Looking into her eyes, he murmured, “This one, instead?” It was an offer, a negotiation. His lips danced in a knowing smile as he waited for her reply, poised against her, every second inuring her with more and more of his essence.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 11:17:43</strong>
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				His desire swam over her, and she began to&nbsp; be blinded, but a piece of her still riveted inside, like a fish in shallow water within a small flat bowl. Flailing, aching, panicking. He lowered his cock down to her anus, and she hissed, audibly denying him as she felt her body arch to meet him, though she jerked herself underneath him to withdraw. Her raw power, she'd need it to stop this. But did she have it in her? To unleash a burst of power just to get him across the room and off of her? It wouldn't get any better with him on top of her.<br><br><strong>You don't get it, do you?!</strong> Her voice boomed from within, as she gripped him so that her nails dug into his flesh deeply, a snarl forming on her lips. <br><br>"No, not there, you empty vessel of lust." She spat, dipping her hips and grinding them into the bed so that her pussy was now the aim of his cock. She would not take him elsewhere, she was trying not to take him there, but what would a fight do her. If she used her raw force, she could either expel him off of her body... or equal chances of explosion of the man atop of her. <br><br>Her hips thrust up, and she felt his tip pushing into her tight, clenching wet walls.<br><br><strong>You've doomed me, haven't you? I can't deny I want you, I want you so badly... But... not like this, I don't want you like this. It makes no matter, you'll fuck me regardless, won't you? And because of what you are, no matter my fear, I will just be forced to like it because of what you are!</strong><br><br>Her mind shouted into his. He'd... He'd not even kissed her. He had a goal. Ash had kissed her, caressed her, cradled her. Darius was... Darius was what her soul craved, the companion and meaning she wanted. But she wondered, how much greatly she'd be better off without him...<br><br>Her hips arched again, taking him into her until his tip was almost completely encased in her tight, hot depths. And Aster snarled, closing her eyes and sinking into that physical, spiritual, and mental ecstasy Darius was bringing about. <br><br><em>You win, you voice in my mind. You demon taking me over. I'll give in, and I'll lose what I am, who I am, and my focus. Forgive me brother, this might just be the end of your second chance...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 11:38:57</strong>
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				Darius took her undulations and her movements in, feeling her writhe and react beneath his negotiated offer and considered the senses of her. He was in her now, could feel her revulsion and her deeper needs, just as he could feel his own lust. Rolling over onto his side, letting his width press across her hip, he leaned close and kissed her. Suddenly, but gently. His hand found hers and guided it down to his shaft, then slid up her arm to cup her face, caressing her cheek as he kissed her, cupping her, drawing her closer to him, enveloping her with warmth and need far deeper than the lust he’d vented on the whore – or the empty pleasure she’d shared with Ash. These two, Darius and Aster, were sharing something so much more – injuries and pleasure, along with power.<br><br>His swollen need jerked across her thigh, oozing green-white highlights of pre-cum, the fluid sinking into her flesh like a drug. But it wasn’t doing so inside her core; the most dangerous of impregnations, the most violating of Corruptions. <br><br>He was no rapist. Not in this way.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 11:58:58</strong>
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				She was ready, and not ready. Aster was so wet, her pussy was already hoping to be filled by him. Should he thrust into her, he would glide into her tight sex, squeezed by her hungry walls and suckled by her liquid heat for his cum to be planted within her. And she was not ready, because... because something in her saw Darius in a unique way. She didn't want to see him as this foolish man simply ran by the ideas of sex. Though many times she soothed herself with those lies, right now she wanted to believe otherwise. <br><br>Why was it so different? Ash, and Darius? What was the catastrophic parallel? <br><br>Aster then was left in total surprise, as Darius moved off of her and moved her hand to his cock. She took her hand away at first, and swept her fingers through her juices before placing her palm against him and wrapping her fingers around his shaft. Without hesitation, Aster began to pump her hand in a slight twisting rotation up and down his full size. Gladly too, seeing as how he had openly accepted her desire to not move so quickly...<br><br>And... And he... kissed her...<br><br>His lips were delightful, vanilla skies and mint heaven, rose petals of texture against her own. Soft, sweet, a dessert to taste. Her eyes fell shut, and his tasted bled into her. Soon she felt his warm seed spill over her thigh a bit, and sink in, making his kiss even more delightful. Her tongue slipped over his lower lip and she let out a soft moan, pleasuring him and feeling a slight relaxation fall over her.<br><br>"Thank you." She whispered against his lips, unable to resist his kiss any longer as she immediately returned her passionate embrace of lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 08:17:59</strong>
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				Darius surged in her hand and reached down, finger tips playing across her glistening, greedy need knowingly as she stroked across his erection. That fat, pulsing, addiction urged her on even as he kissed her, exhaled past her lips, blowing the perfume of his perfect breath into her mouth. <br><br>He broke the kiss and leaned down, teeth and lips caressing the column of her throat, hair caressing the tops of her breasts – offering more and more sensation in tandem with the rolling circular motion of his fingers across the petals of her flower; just caressing her gently in time with her stroking motions – adding little teasing flourishes as she reciprocated. <br><br>Leaning back up, smiling, eyes dancing, he murmured, voice warm, “I’m sated. Between the people below and…most importantly…you, I’m fine. We can go on, now.” He didn’t stop, nor did he pull away. But his need to refuel was adequately met, for now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 08:34:33</strong>
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				Something felt more secure with Aster when it came to simply making out and caressing Darius. He was not fucking her, he was feeding though. But, something just... made more sense, felt safer, without him buried inside of her. It made Aster feel like she still had something of herself left. When Darius spoke, his words only made her feel safer, the caress, the touch, the kiss- it was the slow start she wanted with him, to feel as if she were not giving that demonic side of her total possession. <br><br>"No, not yet." Aster whispered against his lips. "I do not want you fully, cannot just... freely allow what's left of me to slip away or fall into hands not my own... But I want to return the favor of healing me... By healing you even more."<br><br>Aster shifted up, putting one hand on his chest and pushing him gently into the bed, but with enough force to demand it of him. She straddled his lap and began to inch down the bed, placing kisses down his chest, then his navel. Her lips drew abstract patterns over his waist, along his thighs where she nipped and suckled. Without having yet touched his cock, she let her breath pour over the reddening spots where her lips had pursed and sucked on his flesh or where her teeth had gingerly captured his skin between them in playful little bits. <br><br>She let a long tender moan pour hotly over his skin there, falling over the hilt of his cock as she looked up at him. But it was obvious in the fiery way she gazed upon him. Aster was a tease, and she wanted to draw this out, to give him enough pleasure to revive him from a dying state. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 08:55:55</strong>
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				Darius tugged a pillow beneath his head and crossed his hands across his chest as casually as if he were about to receive a massage, or watch a passing entertainment. The man was…glorious, doing even that. His abdomen tensed as she drew close, making the stark lines of his six-pack stand out, the glorious swell of his muscular chest as appetizing as anything else about him, all confectionary velvet-mocha skin that tasted of savory, addictive, flavors. A feast of sin waiting to happen.<br><br>His thighs grew taut as she moved lower, anticipating her touch and his over-sized need throbbed heat and need that was palpable as she teased him. The off-green-creamy hint of minty-pre Joy crested the top of his plumb-sized cockhead, just hanging there resolutely, clinging to his skin like some treasured reward for a persistent lover. The scent of it was…otherworldly. To call it mint was an injustice – mint was a shadow of this wonderfully natural, sweet musk. And it was more dangerous than any poison. <br><br>An Incubus’ joy could make a mortal woman pregnant with a single drop, producing another of his kind, one that would devour the soul of its birth mother in the process. Tasting a single drop could drive a person mad with want in an instant. Backed with the power of a Goddess, who knew what Darius’ was capable of? Then again, the fact that he was *<em>not</em>* an incubus and not designed to kill/impregnate/drive people insane with his dick was fairly evident. He hadn’t left a trail of Golem kids in his wake, crawling across the globe in search of the perfect teat to suckle on, after all. <br><br>Sunset eyes watched Aster’s face as she attempted to tease him and a small smile rolled across his lips. He could feel his essence in her reacting to her desire to make him want her. In a way, her need to make him feel lust…was a deeper vulnerability than simply giving in.<br><br>And he liked her vulnerable. He wanted her to be <strong>his</strong>, after all. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 09:11:41</strong>
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				Her eyes slipped away from him, and the scent of his pre-cum lured her in deeper. Her forefinger and thumb reached up, wrapped around the base of his cock while her other hand moved to hold onto his hip, fingernails taunting his skin. She rose on her knees, on all fours better said, and lowered herself down, until her lips were only a half inch from his full velvet cockhead. She let her tongue slip out from her lips, the flat hot bed caressing him from the bottom of his tip upward. She licked him, one smooth sweep of her wet tongue that both covered his entire crown as well as take in that thick bead of fantasy's dew. A taste unlike any other. One that she could feel electrifying her taste buds, and could be felt going down her throat, like a delicious tingling that flourished into her chest like a butterfly blossoming its wings within her.<br><br>She lowered her head, and her lips pressed onto his tip, letting Darius' size push her lips open as she closed her eyes and slowly savored the taste of just his crown. Her mouth salivated quickly, his wide girth able to fill her mouth no problem, though should he have been larger she would've ached at the jaw for it. He fit into her mouth though, rested against the pillow of her tongue and felt the brush of her soft cheeks against the sides. She moaned against it, the taste of his very skin a delight. Her hand squeezed his hip, as her tongue flicked agonizingly slowly over his shape. And when she prepared to draw away for a breath away from his narcotic skin, she gave a suck that made her cheeks pull inward just enough to hug his tip, her tongue fitting against the ridge and giving no space for air before her lips tightly drew over him before being removed.<br><br>Aster gasped quietly, breathing deeply, and dipping her head to try and remain in control. He was... delicious... and fulfilling him felt... amazing... Aster could not wait. She leaned in and began to trace her tongue along the underside of his shaft, before beginning to lace kisses against that thick rod, and finally suckling on the sides and underside as to bring about sensitive hickeys before she finally engorged his length into her mouth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 09:25:01</strong>
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				The man’s shaft was textured with thick, firm veins – not unlike a warm, living, sex toy that was infinitely more responsive. Her suckling drew more hints of moisture, but no additional Joy – only the sense of its incumbent presence. Nourishing and healing beyond the scope of all things, his Joy could rejuvenate lost limbs (and wombs, should he transform into a creature with a cock big enough to destroy them, one drop of Joy would revive all but the most corpse-like of bodies). Scars would vanish; hell, in enough volume, the Joy would soften bad memories into a dream-like lull. It was all part of the Corrupting, focusing, fulfilling, addicting part of him.<br><br>And, in most women, after a drop, perhaps two, they would view him with a fond, dream-like reminiscence and never think on him again, other than to be thankful for their entirely renewed bodies. The fountain of youth had nothing on this pluripotent stuff; yet Aster was something different, someone different, and her partially demonic nature would, no doubt, ward her from the dream-inducing effects. <br><br>Reaching down, Darius rolled his fingers through her hair and his nails across her scalp. Nothing about his breathing indicated an inclement orgasm, though his entire body was tense enough for a man well into the tease. “I think I may have to keep you,” he said conversationally, “Even if you’re not letting me return the favor.” He grinned, recognizing Aster’s need to be in sexual control and happily allowed it, for now.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 09:40:49</strong>
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				Aster heard his words, his easy tone, and continued to kiss and suck on his cock's shaft. Finally raising up to his tip again. Readying herself, Aster parted her lips and took in his tip, pushing him into her throat. She managed about seven inches of his length into her throat, swallowing against him to make her throat close around his shape and to as well drink down his taste. Her eyes squeezed shut and she drew back, sucking on him as that hand along his hilt now rose up, squeezing and motioning her hand behind her lips, twisting her wrist and assuring him every sensation as his thick girth and tasty veins crossed her lips and fingers alike. When only his head remained, she lapped at it again before dipping down and sucking on the way back, creating a rhythm.<br><br>She moved slowly at first, intensely slow. She gripped his hip harder, moaning against him so loudly that her tongue vibrated against his skin. She ran her tongue across the ridge of his crown every time she neared it, memorized his cock's shape with her taste and tongue, with the intensity of her throat. Aster curled her toes, wet all over again, pussy hungry but satisfied at once. Her skin burned and tingled, like ice and fire- or something completely different. Every breath of his musk was menthol to her lungs, and she couldn't help but devour him faster, suck harder on the now pronounced little hickeys forming a strip along the underside of his fat phallus. <br><br><em>Darius, I want to savor your taste forever, for I've never tasted a man so sweet... Is it your power, or ... or is it just you?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 10:03:55</strong>
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				Darius’ hand ran through her hair, not demanding, not forcing, simply enjoying what she was doing to herself, how bent she seemed on their growing addiction and her desire to milk him. Oh, how her craving fed him. Finally, he released a soft moan and a minty-creamy spurt of liquid pushed past his cock, impacting the back of her throat. Not Joy, but not a normal man’s cum either – something inbetween. And not a lot of it. His manhood became, if anything, harder as the slightly oily substance lubricated her throat, easing the process. <br><br>Growling, he murmured, “Ride my fucking cock. Earn my cum with your body.” He tugged, briefly, at her hair, before resuming his stroking. “You think you can take my fucking dick with your mouth and not your cunt? I’m going to bend you over and fuck you into a creamy pile of submission…” He accentuated the words, arching to fill more of her throat, the motion drawing his pelvis closer against her chin and nose. His hands tightened on the sheets as he fought back his desire to test her cunt, to fuck her into true submission. To addict her even more deeply.<br><br>He was the Corrupter, after all.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 10:15:48</strong>
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				Soon she pushed him into her throat and his cock swelled, his delicious seed spilling into her throat like an injection of heated icing coating her with a sweet sugar rush. Her eyes rolled back as she felt him tug her hair, her mouth taking him even more before she drew back completely. She let her lips part from his cock and she gasped, breathing heavily after having swallowed down the entire load. She drew her gaze up from his cock unto his eyes, snarling quietly with that purr-like rumble in her chest. She placed her hands on his hips, pushing him into the bed as she leaned up and stared down at him. She spread her legs over his waistline so that his phallus was on the outside of her leather skirt, and her rich, creamy thighs were pressed against his own. His skin was so addictive, his taste even more so, but something in her resisted him like a bull trying to buck its rider no matter the hold that rider had on the bull.<br><br>"You want me to fuck you Darius?" She whispered, grabbing his cock and slowly caressing the wet, throbbing member. "Bend me over, right?" Her voice was deeper, darker, and tinted with a strange and alluring accent. Just tasting his cum and his Joy, together, was summoning out that other side of her, that darkness, that other being. That piece of her that both wanted to give in and wanted control, but also gave her the ability to resist him and overrode the human in her that was unable to at all provide self-made decisions under his influence.<br><br>She wanted to fight him, he wanted her so bad, deny him, deny him again. <br><br>"I thought you said you were full. We should leave if you've had your fill of feeding. I believe I have places to go..." Aster said in a teasing, demented tone, running her nails up his chest with one hand while she rubbed his cock with more vigorous desire, thumb lolling over his crown. "We've spent more than enough time in this bed already. And we're even, last I checked."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 10:24:26</strong>
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				Darius looked up at her and smirked, “That wasn’t a climax. That was my body producing lube so the orifice attempting to milk me wouldn’t be ripped when I take control…” He reached out and down, hands finding the perfect grips around her hips, finger tips brushing the tops of her ass cheeks as he jerked her forward hard enough for his cock to push past the flap of her skirt and brush a line of fire across her velvet entrance, teasing it with proximity and heat and moisture, but forcing nothing more. “However, if you feel we need to go, I suppose you can owe me one a bit later. Perhaps after we decide where to go next?” He tilted his head to the side and arched just a bit, letting his head press her labia aside to nuzzle her entrance directly. <br><br>His toes curled at the sensation, but the man had astonishing control. He didn’t thrust.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 10:39:43</strong>
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				When he grabbed her and jerked her forward, she gasped sharply. Aster's hands jumped for his wrists, clutching them tightly as her thighs trembled and his cock brushed through her slit- now placed perfectly to burrow into her. She felt like she was choking, dying, and he could give her everything she wanted. A thousand whispers were in her ears, begging her to just take him in as deep as he would go, and just ride him. Abandon her brother, and make herself a slave to his desires. Her body began to shudder, and she was getting wetter, the juices flowing down onto his cockhead the longer she sat upright.<br><br>"I..." She swallowed hard, wanting and trying hard to resist. He taunted her, but she still so firmly believed fucking Darius meant giving up who she was, the last bit of control and sanity she had left. She felt her hips loosen and drop a bit, but her hands slammed against his stomach and she gasped again, using her arms to level her body so he didn't penetrate her so much as he just pressed against her hole a little tighter. <br><br><em>Close one.</em><br><br>"We'll... go..." She didn't want to, she wanted so much to fuck him, in control like this. Above him, where she could run the show, but no. She knew what he could do to her, and she didn't want that poison to change who she was, or <em>what</em> she was. Aster swung her leg over and slipped back just a bit. It was in that second that she stumbled off of the bed and clutched her chest, collapsing into a weak, aching and moaning pile on the floor.<br><br><em>Finally, I can't feel him. He... oh Gods, he was... so soft, warm, delicious. More... More! No!!! Stop! Control, Aster, it's over now...</em><br><br>Aster panted, rubbing her head before she steadied her shaking legs to stand, looking at Darius as she backed away like a wary predator of another challenger, until her back hit the wall. <br><br>"You're grounded. No coming near me until I say so." She panted, sweat beaded on her skin. "I've already indulged too much in you Darius..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 11:19:20</strong>
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				His chuckle was a dreamy dark wave of amusement as she rolled away from him. Shifting down, briefly, he rolled his fingers across his need – somehow the motion forced the fluid in and around his manhood to simply…vanish inside the flesh. Including the moisture from her need. As he shrugged at her words his clothes poured from the air, wrapping around him, synching tight despite his position on the bed, as though the cloth ignored the presence of other matter entirely.<br><br>Rolling out of bed, still somewhat aroused, Darius nodded to her amiably, sending a black curtain around his amused, dusky, flesh. “Fine. Though I’ll expect attention reasonably often if you don’t want me poking around for food.” His boyish grin was infectious as he moved across the room and took a stance over a round dining table. Rolling his fingers across the symbols on his robe produced a thin sheet of light that scrawled across the table – a map of the land as he knew it. He looked over at her and asked, “So, where to? We know demons and drow were here, and we were headed for the mainland…but the leads could go anywhere at this point. I’m game for your call, now.”<br><br>Hey, he could follow just as well as lead.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 01:17:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She stood straight, breathed, and found her way across the room to gather up her things. Aster gestured with her hand to the door, before gazing down Darius' body. <br><br>"We'll... head north. From there, to the next city. Iswald is in mental shambles, I'll find a place to scry for demons." Aster pulled the messenger bag strap up over her shoulder, then began to trace her fingers into her hair. Combing it down, she pulled it up and into a high ponytail, the locks of thickening midnight blue dangling down to her shoulders. Aster cleared her throat and massaged her shoulders, licking her lips and tasting his cock still evident against her tongue as if his flavor had never left. <br><br>"Shall we take a canoe? The trip inland is only a half hour's boating, and a canoe we won't have to pay for."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 04:18:53</strong>
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				Darius watched her, his sunset hued eyes reflecting an untrammeled, unrelaxed, hunger. Sure, he was sated – he had fed utterly, but his nature could not be completely subsumed. No matter what he’d done with the Tear of the Goddess, or what his plans were, his very nature was to overcome, to succeed, to impose and imprint and to take. He whet his lips with his multi-pierced tongue, that silvery sylph of movement all too familiar as he’d used it greedily against her skin. Want. He wanted more.<br><br>Holding himself in check, pushing his desire away, into a new space within himself, he murmured his reply, “A canoe sounds fine. Lead the way.” He wanted another opportunity to watch her ass, obviously.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 06:00:25</strong>
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				"All right then." Aster said, taking another calming breath. The half-demoness then stepped out of the tavern completely, and began her trek to the canoes. She observed everything as she went too, trying to take careful observation of everything around her before she left Iswald. As she looked to her left, seeing the blacksmith and being reminded of Ash, a young man bumped her. He looked shyly up at her with rosy cheeks as soon as Aster turned a snarling, angry expression unto him.<br><br>"I-I'm s-sorry, I didn't m-mean to..." <br><br>"Eh, shutup." The woman said, before pushing the kid aside and moving onward. Upon reaching the docks, Aster stepped into a russet canoe and untied the heavy rope from the dock post. She took her bag and stuffed it under her boarded seat on the right side, and Aster grabbed a paddle.<br><br>"Try not to seduce me, I'd like to make it inland with my sanity in tact." Aster jested darkly, spreading her long tanned legs in the boat and lifting the paddle out, pressing the flat wide end into the water, and preparing to row.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 06:25:06</strong>
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				The Corrupter took his place opposite Aster with an adroitness that came from looking the way he did; he had a special grace that had nothing to do with any actual experience on a boat. Settling down across from her, he reached behind him and took hold of the fin attached to the back of the boat. “This will take a while,” he said conversationally. “Maybe even a few days to cross the whole channel and hit the main land. We can take turns.” He smiled at her, careless of her bitter mood. In a way, he found it easier to relax while she was angsty. If she’d been all over his dick, he’d have had a hard time forcing his nature to play second seat to their more immediate needs.<br><br>Whistling absently to himself, he looked around and smiled. It was a beautiful time of day – lights glimmering off the water, reflecting through dense, recently ripped clouds; his geas was satisfied, and he no longer felt empty inside. The hunger was there, but he wasn’t hollow. To be honest, he felt like he was in love…even if it wasn’t directed toward a person. Sensuous lips twisted into a broad, child-like grin, his whistle fluidly mirrored the languid lapping chimes of the water rocking metallic boat rims against dock. What a good way to start a new adventure. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 06:43:10</strong>
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				Aster sighed. This would take a while, but she couldn't afford to use her powers so soon. She wanted to give those rings and crystals a break. Setting on the boat, she began to paddle. Of course, after about a half hour, she couldn't help but notice something. Aster's light yellowy pearl eyes focused hard on Darius, off and on. Finally she'd had enough. Her hair tugged in the soft, misty breeze and she let out an almost annoyed sigh.<br><br>"What are you so damn happy about? It's almost pissing me off." Aster said in a low voice, making a mean face that looked more cute than intimidating at the moment. "I don't get what people can be so happy over, we're chasing demons, barely escaped total destruction, and well... the only thing you've got to be happy about is feeding. So why the looks like that?" Aster said.<br><br>"You look like you're high on emotion or something mortal like that." Her eyes turned back out towards the faint horizon line where she could see the inland, perhaps two or three miles away. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 03:14:42</strong>
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				Wispy curls of mist rolled across the surface of the waterway as Aster pulled them along the way; in truth, it was a daunting thing to row a boat any sort of distance, particularly without land to guide its course. The tide tossed and turned as gently as a lover, fortunately – despite the events earlier that day, the sea seemed calm, but it made egress from the island no less difficult. Darius did his best to steer, but during the light hours – with no stars to guide – no astrolabe – even seeing hints of what he thought was the far shore did little to guarantee their progress. Not that Darius would have known how to use such a device anyway.<br><br>Closing his eyes briefly, Darius’ skin became a shade darker, his eyes blacker. He hissed and held his hand up, blocking the sun away, then gestured toward some arbitrary point in the distance adjacent to where they had been heading. The boat altered course subtly. Closing and opening his eyes again, Darius normalized back to his cheerful, handsome self, and grinned at Aster.<br><br>“I just feel….good. Less empty than I’ve ever felt. It’s nice to be here, with you.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 05:11:12</strong>
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				As they pushed onward in the little canoe, she could feel his presence. But his words, Aster couldn't tell what they meant. The depth, or the reality of them. Was he just toying with her? In a way she wished he was, though she knew he wasn't. And it was even more difficult because of how Aster felt about him. Feelings she was now thrusting into hard denial; hence her harsh reactions. The dark-blue haired half-demoness rolled her eyes in her head, those lunar eyes focusing on the water beyond them, and the heat of the sun. This trip was already taking too long. And Aster was forcing herself into a bad mood if only to ignore the desires to be next to Darius, to hold him and make love to him.<br><br>"Yeah yeah..." Aster said quietly. "You are so unusual. I just wish we could get there faster. I'd really like to get movie, we've stalled too long..."<br><br>Aster then began to paddle a bit harder, sweat beginning to bead on the rolling frame of her tanned body, as she focused her eyes on the horizon.<br><br>"There have been too many distractions so far, I need to focus."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 05:23:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Corrupter’s aura was in a tight knot around him, wavering and beautiful, incandescent and just beyond her reach. Extending his hand, he brushed his fingertips across the surface of the water in a sensuous motion not unlike the caress of a lover. “Perhaps,” he mused out loud, “I can use my shape shifting powers and become something that could swim…and push the boat faster. I cannot become anything significantly larger than I am now, though. Do you have any ideas?” He looked back at her, sunset eyes seeking refuge in her beautiful features, “Then again, such transformations would be…taxing on me.” The consequence implied. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 20:19:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Darius gave an idea, one that... somewhat offed Aster's hopefulness of not having to feel that man's toxic touch for a while. Just thinking of having to satiate his lost energy made her tingle, static sensations filling her core, making her hunger begin to rise. Her legs pulled together tighter and she sighed. <br><br>"Fine. How about, err, a dolphin." That made Aster clap her face against her head, shaking it. "I mean, people ride dolphins, right? Like grab on the top fin and let dolphins swim them around? They're fast and stuff... Fuck it, I don't know. But I'll take you up on the offer, I don't want to be on this boat for the rest of my life. Crossing the ocean was hard enough." <em>Hard</em> she thought, her mind immediately filing through mental pictures of his erection, of his precum droplet on his tip, all magnificent and making Aster salivate with reminders of the flavor. <br><br>"Ugh." She scoffed, rubbing her temples. She needed to hop in the water, and perhaps now would be best so he couldn't start to smell the faint scent of her getting aroused. Aster was beginning to hate how her body betrayed her. "Let's just go then." Aster stood up and slung the messenger bag over her shoulders, tightening the strap so the bag rested higher up along her left middle back instead of her waist.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shattered Soul - Epic Fantasy  (Darius Fallenstar with Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 04:46:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Standing smoothly in the rear of the boat, so seamlessly that its level did not change. Looking Aster in the eyes, studying her face, he rolled his fingers across his robes – the sensuous motion caressing dense, barely concealed musculature. He exhaled, a sigh of pleasure lush and unavoidable, and as he did runic patterns became visible on the black silk covering him. Twisted and entwined in ways that made no sense, the rune-words weren’t native to this world, weren’t in any known magical language; they were something unique to the Construct. One by one the runes&nbsp; flowed together in a shimmering river of yellow-then-orange light. <br><br>Once the light reached a crescendo, a magnificent brightness that was not quite blinding, he stepped off the side of the boat and into the water.&nbsp; A whirlpool of motion disturbed the surface of the lake, a twisting hurricane of turbulence – white light punctuated by hints of malignant green and black. Deep below the water, the Tear of the Corrupter pulsed, feeding the transformation, altering it. <br><br>The eight-legged dolphin that appeared beneath the water was a horrific combination of water-mammal and spider, all sleek and black and chitin covered. Moving smoothly, eerily, beneath the water, it literally wrapped too-long, multi-jointed limbs around the sides of the boat. Insectoid eyes peered ahead of it and a liquid moving tail began propelling them forward. The worst part? The smell of the thing Darius had become…despite how horrific it was, it still smelled like him. <br>
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