Careful What You Wish For

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-she had sunk down into that high backed luxurious chair.. her right leg clearly settling over her left.. drawn in tight.. she observed him.. regarded him.. just watched every move his body made..and she enjoyed the sight.. the entertainment if you will..he was pure perfection.. anyone with a set of eyes would have to admit to that.. the only issue was his confidence.. it had easily spread through to arrogance.. he asked about Valkryn then and her brow rose.. there clean and high upon her features-.

. That was a business transaction.. His infatuation with me ..whilst flattering become quite boring.. but as any great ruler will attest to.. sometimes you have to do whats best for your people.. at least in the short term.. and it worked.. my lands flourished.. my kingdom tripled in size.. and my favour grew..-she waved her hand a little-.. all for a bit of sex and some striking public appearances.. -her cheek came back down to rest there upon her palm.. fingers curling inward to tap lightly against her skin- I didnt use Cora.. the woman was pathetically easy to manipulate.. not my fault if she's so swiftly swayed.. as for baiting my son to get at yours ...well.. for what you think payed out so little.. I tend to disagree..

-she pointed toward the large mirror above the open hearth there.. the reflective surface disappearing.. being replaced with bubbles of thought.. or was it.. surveillance?.. There was Jacob the night his heart was shattered.. there down on his knees whilst Ric fucked Cora in front of him.. Were it possible to feel as much emotional pain as that which was on Jacobs face in that very moment.. she rolled her fingers as if she were playing with fast forward buttons.. speeding certain sections up.. slowing others down.. There was images.. from Shimmershine.. with a certain pink haired pixie.. trying to get Jacob to sober up.. -.. How many attempts on his life did he have?..

-she rubbed her chin a little.. dragging her tongue across her teeth.. there were images of bar fights.. or excessive alcohol consumption.. and it was not surface liquor.. He was actively looking to fight.. looking to get himself into the most horrible situations.. just to feel something.. -. And.. the cherry.. -seeing Jacob back in his studies.. only to have Cora return pregnant.. starting the cycle all over again.. he was far to much of a good man to hate her.. even though he knew she was cheating on him.. constantly.. All the time.. and then her death.. the reflection of the normal mirror returned.. and her ruby gaze turned back to him once more-.. Didn't hurt his Mother?.. -she scoffed-..I happen to know better.. but fine.. say what you will..

-she waved her hand.. sinking back into her seat.. if she'd known this was going to be a lesson down memory lane she would have pulled a hard pass.. the desire she felt was slowly beginning to wain..her nails lightly tapped against the chair arms as he told her to let the grudge go.. that she looked petty.. -. mm.. perhaps.. I guess thats for me to decide now isn't it.. -her hands returned to her lap there...watching.. listening.. he asked if she'd care if he killed Ric.. that he was certain shed be happy to wipe her hands of the half breed.. she took a breath-.. I was.. going to handle it but your arrival kind of put that on hold.. at least for a moment.. -she paused.. pondering-..

I wouldn't be against him being disposed of..but i would have to have proof that it was carried out.. I cant let that meat sack wander around any longer.. for whilst it was entertaining to begin with.. now its just becoming a burden and quite frankly I dont have time for it.. Ill give you till the end of the month to get rid of him.. and send me a souvenir.. otherwise Ill handle it myself.. and well.. your reputation for being able to handle anything at any point will be tarnished.. yes?..

-she tilted her head..her expression dropped considerably when he mentioned Sydel.. he caught it easily yes.. she was none to impressed.. they had a feud.. a long running one that wasn't about to end.. and he may as well have dropped a bucket of ice water on her head in those moments.. there was nothing unsexier than bringing up an enemy during foreplay..though his next little quip had her sigh..-.. Are you intentionally trying to piss me off Nautilous?.. -her brows furrowed.. if he was trying to be subtle it was working as well as a brick to the face.. -.. I handled the situation when i was made aware of it.. The boy was dealt with.. -she killed her son.. it was the easiest solution.. quick.. painless for her in any rate.. sure her daughter got royally pissed.. but she wasn't the most awesome parent in the world.. so why should she try to fake it..

he had taken a lot of memories from her.. drip feeding a great deal .. especially about Auric.. her one weakness.. the one who held her heart.. the one she desired most of all.. the one that got away.. his comment on Sydels womb being deader than the druid who was in pieces up until that point made her laugh a little-.. I dont doubt that for a second.. but no.. I have no fear of you knocking me up.. intentionally or unintentionally.. I have no womb.. like i said.. nearly died.. its all been removed.. so really.. I know youve got a thing for knocking women up.. -she waved her hand-.. not going to happen here.. so get that thought right out of your head.. -he stripped down.. till he was completely bare.. her body betrayed her in that moment and her thighs drew inward.. she felt the shallow beat of her heart.. his comment on her being all bark and no bite had her huffing a little.. shaking her head.. watching as he made short work of the guy with the needle hands.. he was quite strong.. he knew how to fight.. he knew how to hold his own.. and whilst the beings she had put him up against were far from the best of the flock.. they weren't completely weak.. the blood drawn though.. she was not prepared for that and it struck her like a slap to the face.. making her sit up a little.. making her toes curl under within her heeled boots..her breath caught at the back of her throat..-






-Sydel had been a busy little bee.. slipping in and out of bedrooms, chambers, kitchens and labs.. pilfering all matter if interesting things.. potions and ingredients.. weapons and torture devices.. anything that looked interesting.. anything that she could use.. or that she knew someone else could use.. slaughtering the guards silently as she went along.. one after the other.. they just fell like dominoes.. before his voice entered her head with a lovers fine caress.. the corners of her scarlett dipped lips curled at the thought-.. mmm.. I do like the sound of that.. I'm coming.. -she replied softly..before sliding a few more trinkets down into the bag she had over her shoulder.. and she'd begin to make her way down to the main chamber where she knew he was-





-she had moved to stand from her seat there.. slowly removing that dress she wore.. peeling the lace from her arms.. the liquid silk from her body proper.. revealing every supple inch of that frame.. scars and all.. well that and the weapons she wore.. she was never.. ever without those.. she watched him as he came to her side.. his bodies scent 100 times worse the closer he came.. the blood.. the wound.. coupled with the dust ..well it was a toxic mixture.. her lids half closed when she felt his hands upon her.. the soft touches that were manipulating her body.. moving her into a different position.. he would have heard the way her breath caught.. she was concious of him removing her blades.. her weapons.. but she didn't have the fight in her to stop him..

until he broke the fog by mentioning Auric and Cora.. her head lifted up.. her fingers pressing to the chair there.. not enough to lift herself up.. but she was a little more aware than she would have been a moment before.. silence fell between them.. for what might have seemed quite a lengthy amount of time.. -.. no.. -she exhaled.. shaking her head a little.. moving then to sit up.. upon the arm of the chair.. -.. it wasn't quite like that.. -her brows furrowed.. there was still a large amount of fog within her mind.. the desire just beneath it.. he asked of her to pull her hair to the side and she did without question.. tilting it a little..

drawing those ruby coloured locks over so her neck was bared.. he injected her.. several times.. one after the other.. a gasp.. a hiss.. a murmur all sounding in short succession.. as each potion.. each poison waged war upon her system.. upon her facilities.. desire.. sex and the worst one of all.. honesty..her lids began to flutter.. her breath sped up.. she felt warm.. her thighs drew tighter inward.. all but fused together.. he spoke to her about why he charged so much.. that he could be whoever she wanted.. whatever she wanted.. that she only had to say the word.. -.. I.. -hesitation-.. I dont .. understand..

-she looked confused.. a state that would be rare for her.. she was Never confused.. she always had full control over her body.. over her mind.. he mentioned dropping the feud.. against his family and for generations to come..her body flush with goosebumps.. her hand rose as she rubbed it against the side of her neck.. looking up to him as he began to shift.. his hair.. his eyes.. his overall body shape.. and then of course his facial features.. she blinked.. and blinked again.. -.. no.. -her brows furrowed-. you.. you can't.. -she swallowed.. oh this was bad.. her body didn't know what to do..for all it knew Auric stood before her... her mind was sparking mentally slapping her.. though there was only so much it could do.. which was incredibly little with the poisons flooding her veins.. and his blood.. and the lust dust.. those sweet little blush coloured nipples hardened.. she was completely fucked up.. -.. You cant.. -she forced herself to stand.. she wasn't even really listening to him.. when he spoke about breaking her.. it went right over her head.. his visage alone.. was crushing her.. she closed the gap between him and her.. her hand reaching then.. hesitation.. a lot of it.. before she would touch his cheek.. her gaze was searching his.. left to right.. left to right..-




Sydel drew open the doors down toward the entrance.. she wore liquid thin leathers.. boots..pants.. a strapped in top.. it enabled her to move about swiftly and without being recognised.. though that shock of curled white hair and purely pale skin was quite a contrast against the black and red.. her vacant gaze found him there.. standing naked before her.. whom at this point was also..naked.. she tilted her head.. -.. Well well well.. looks like you've been having fun. -she could smell the charred remains of human flesh.. blood had been spilt.. there was magic in the air.. and.. something else.. his blood.. oh her heart took a stuttered beat.. he knew how much she wanted it.. needed it.. desired it above all else even breathing.. she dumped the bag of tricks near the door there as she made her approach.. heels clicking against the marble floors.. hands planted firmly upon her hips-.. She looks drunk.. or.. high.. -she smacked her lips together.. you're going to put me on the spot?.. make a decision like that.. right here.. right now?.. -an exasperated sigh sounded.. before the corners of her lips curled-.. Torture her.. and kill her.. if she wants to be with him so badly.. then give her that wish.. -she shrugged her shoulders lightly.. her hands clasped behind her.. watching quietly..-





-it was the clicking of heels upon the marble that caught her attention.. she glanced up just in time to see Sydel enter the room.. and walk toward them both.. -.. mm.. no.. what is she here for?.. -she'd question.. her brows furrowing.. she wasn't able to leap to defence.. or even get angry.. her body was far to hyped up with lust and desire.-.. if you want to know the truth.. -she spoke softly..those stunning red eyes turning a little more glassy-.. maybe you should ask her.. i think youl find my.. desires for her pain.. justified.. -she was really struggling with the idea that Auric was standing before her.. her mind was telling her no.. her body was just giving in..
she so desperately wanted to touch him..




-Sydels mouth dropped open a little-.. I think youl find she's drunk.. she's got no idea what she's talking about.. -if he did however.. continue with the scanning for memories he might be able to catch onto hers.. onto that moment.. onto that night.. if he looked precisely for those striking blue eyes.. he might come to stop at what looked like an Inn.. a hotel perhaps.. Sydel was there.. she was lounging upon a bed.. her pale fingers resting atop the dip of someones waistline..her lids opening and closing as she was drowsing in and out of slumber

the vision he was seeing was through her own eyes.. there was a knock at the door.. Sydel seemed to pause.. looking back toward the bed where there was a woman with her back to her.. turned away toward the window.. drawing up the cover till it was around the womans shoulder.. leaning in a little closer.. it would be easily revealed as Gia herself.. Sy kissed her shoulder.. before she moved to the door.. opening it..


there was lover boy Auric.. Sy of course wouldn't let him in.. the boy was holding a ring box.. and some flowers.. something she thought was quaint.. but then You appeared.. behind him.. this would have been early on in their.. meetings.. pushing Auric into the room.. saying something about well the more the merrier.. Sy went along with it.. her infatuation with you afterall was strong even in the early days.. Gia remained asleep.. or out of it.. most notably reverie.. You made a joke about the girls having a night out.. asking who it was in the bed.. Sy changed the subject.. before lover boy realised who it was.. Sy looked to you.. there was a signal of a shake of her head.. all be it very slight and quick.. it wasn't good.. Auric started asking questions..before Sydel knocked him out with a hard swift knock to the head.. the ring box went flying.. the ring toppled out.. hitting the hard wood floor and the flowers went south.. the problem was.. yes loverboy was hit by Sydel.. but he was also hit by Nautilous.. they both had the same idea at the same time.. and it killed him.. -

[BadInfluence]

“Infatuation huh?... I don’t think he saw it like that.” But hey, he’d never really gotten along with Valk, or anyone back then really... Well, at least nothing with a dick. “Though he lasted longer than most I admit...” But in the end? She was right. You gotta do the ugly to get ahead, hell, he’d bangedhis fair share of ugly mother fuckers in the early years... The part about Cora though? He was currious... Something about that just... There was a stink there and he wanted to find the source... “Manipulation and use are the same currency sweetheart, in case your minds wandering in your own old age.” He said, using her own spur against her, knowing that while it didn’t pick him? It might her. After all, women were just so... Touchy about thier age!



He refused to touch the Cora thing at first, her reply made it far from fun, but then to see Jacob there... The suffering he hadn’t let any of them see. She really... REALLY shouldn’t have done that... See... It’s one thing for him to go down there for what he had, after all it was more of a pleasure trip, a chance to let Sydel go around and have all sorts of fun... but that? Oh... That? Big No No. “You’re giving yourself too much credit...” He said casually, but she had sealed her fate in those moments, even if she had no idea just what sort of hell she had set in motion. Rather he turned to the topic of Ric, asking if she cared about him dying, or rather... Well being flat out murdered. After all, stealing Trap of the Matron was one thing, but being a slave and doing it? Oh no... Tsk tsk! There was no coming back from that one, eve a favorite son was going to be killed, the only difference? Was if it would be kind or not... But given Ric was at best tolerated? Oh no, it would have been as painful as it could be. “I’ll make sure you get a lovely coin purse made from his scrotum.” He said drolly... He wouldn’t kill Ric... Not alone at the very least. That? Was all for Jacob...



Unable to resist the stab, he saw it hit with the desired outcome, a sly grin on his face... The Fox in the chicken coop... “Of course I am. I came down here because of shit your family did, if you thought I would make this entirely pleasant you’re smoking the wrong plant.” He never would have come down here unless it was for a vendetta or, yes, one of the parties... It was hard to pass them up if you were into that sort of thing... Like delicious donuts first thing in the morning even though your on a diet... “And what about the girl? Hard to marry her off when they know she’s been getting fucked by her brother.” It might seem random but he had his reasons... “Or are you having a hard time marring her off, just like little Anja there?” Oh he was DEFINATELY stirring the pot, but hey, she wasn’t the only one with brands in the fire...



He had plundered her memories like a pirate does a haord of gems, he stored them up and made them into a neat little pile, gathering what he needed from them. All the while he kept her mind, her attention? On other things. This would ensure that she didn’t pick up on anything he didn’t want her to see. “Oh, once upon a time, but I’m a happily married man now. I don’t sow my seed like I used to, and to be honest, I don’t want to.” Which was the truth. He was entirely and utterly loyal unless, as previously state, they were having one of thier grand orgies... But even then? They were always careful to avoid any sort of consequences, it was always just pleasure, no pitty patty feet to follow.



The toys she tossed at him were easily broken in tandem, he’d faced a hell of a lot worse and come out on top, though if she had done this a day before?... He’d have been telling a different story. He was skilled in fighting, the streets of Cairo had taught him that, and with good reason... Not many husbands take too well to finding out thier wives are paying a guy to fuck them silly... The last one had managed to score a hit, to draw his blood, but that just sealed her fate... Knowing Gia’s ward had been shattered he laid out the orders while sending a message to Sydel, telling her it was time to come and play, he had a present for her... Something she might very much enjoy indeed...



His touch on Gia though, she might be surprised that he was gentle with her, but that? Might have been in respect to her memories perhaps... He had loved Sydel with that same sort of desperation, he knew the fever, the need... He leaned back and mentioned the end game, the reason for her attack on the family, removing her weapons as he did so. “It sounds, and looks, that way to me... Tell me, why do you pretend to be something your not, when being who you really are? Makes you happy? You’re fucking miserable here as a Matron... As addictive as the power is, it doesn’t warm your bed at night, or make the days go any faster.” Odd, wasn’t it? Asking those questions... But he had a reason... Several, in fact. He asked her to pull her hair to the side for him, injecting the vials of ventom in rapid succession, each one hitting her a little harder than the last... He didn’t want her dead, harldy, but he did want her entirely incompasitated. While he did so, he explained why his services were so damned expensive, and why so many women wished to pay it without a blink of an eye... He shifted to the form, figure and face of the man she loved, right on down to the voice... A complete, perfect replica of the man she still dreamed of, though personally? He found a LOT lacking in the form, it was dull, fragile and thin compared to his usual physique... “I can... Your body wanted me before, but now it’s even more so, I can smell it on the air... You’re remebering how raw it once was... How you felt alive...” Shame she had made enemies of his family before she decided to give him a whirl, or things could have been far different, and a lot better for her... But she’d sealed her fate, a fate she was as of yet, unaware of...



Once Sydel came in her words made him laugh, shaking his head a touch there, keeping Gia right where he wanted her... Although he had gently guided her to sit on that chair again, keeping her high, feeding her more and more of that lust dust... Feeding off of her desire in return... “Hardly... Well... No... Killing Cora was enjoyable...” [/i] He pointed to the charred remains on the wall, still smoking, falling to bits and pieces... “I would have saved it for you but Gia was in a rush and set her on fire before I was even half way done flaying her skin off... Fucking joy kill.” [/i] With that said though he realized then that the same hit that Gia was getting Sydel was just now cattching wind of, and oh... That made him grin... “Come now, little kitten... Are you hungry?” [/i] His blood had been watered down for months now so this? Oh this had to be quite the treat for her. “She’s both... She didn’t realize who she had decided to play with... Or rather, she underestimated her opponent, either way though she’d paying for it now...” [/i] He said before reaching out to her, dragging her in close, cupping the back of her head with a gentleness only she knew... Reaching up to slice into his juggular to draw the blood up just for her, letting her get her words out before bringing her to his neck, fully intent on letting her get her fill... All while to Gia? It would appear like Auric and Sydel were getting quite... Intimate...



At Gia’s words though he did indeed dip into Sydels mind, the two of theirs were always linked in some say or another, and it wasn’t hard for him to slide in... To see what he wanted... And when he did? He had to admit he was shocked... He’d been terribly young then, just new to the area, on the rebound from Athena and that... Ugh... Debacle. He was dragging up his own memories of that time, admittedly some of them had been forgotten, fogged over by the events of life but as he watched? He remembered... He remembered and realized in that moment... It hadn’t really been Sydel... It had been him. Sydel was strong yes, but he was stronger, and he had no reason to pull a punch... Between of the two of them and then angle they hit, they had managed to snap his neck, dropping him instantly...



“It’s been so many years... I’d forgotten...” He said, now able to remember where he saw those eyes from, why for some reason they really ehcoed in his mind... “Gia... It wasn’t Sydel that killed your lover, I did... I was looking for her to have a good time and Auric got in the way... So I killed him.” He lied smoothly... Perfectly... “He was an obstacle I overcame... You’ve been tormenting the wrong people.” He said before he stepped back, gently removing Sy from his neck, sealing the wound with a bit of his own spit. “Doesn’t matter now though... You’ve done what you’ve done, haven’t you? You still have to pay the tab...”



He stepped back, with a flick of his wrist summoned up several chests, looking to Sydel then. “For what it’s worth... I’m sorry... I didn’t know you had loved her once...” He said before he would begin to magically file all the potions, poisons, plants and everything else in those cases into the chests... Sending each filled one back to their home in Arvandor with a note not to touch any of it till they returned... But this? This wasn’t what he meant by the tab... “You were happy when you weren’t a matron... So to attone for my mistake I’m going to give you that chance again... I won’t bring back the dead, there’s no point, bull I’ll give birth to something better.” Once all the vials and the like were all stolen away? He’d pick a few out of mid air that suited his purpose... All in Fun and the venom from the snakes in the lake were combined together, loaded into the seringe, and just a touch of his own blood... It was the catalyst, the stabilizer, and it ensured that he’d be able to track her so long as she lived... Even influence her to some digree, though that would take a lot of work on his part, not to mention close range but... They’d get to that later...



He’d hand it to Sydel to adminster it then. “Give that to her... She’ll remain unable to move for several hours, but it will also render her mute, so no one will hear her scream... I’m going to destroy this place... When you hear the screams you need to get out of here. If you can’t make it out on your own let me know and I’ll get you.” With that?...



With that he walked out.



Interesting thing about living so deep down in the earth was that these places? Stayed warm because of the thermal vents... Thermal vents that lead to volcanic chambers, pockets of lethal methane and acid, things that of this moment? He was begining to release... He started to cause huge tremmors in the earth, directly over fault lines, the whole Navare territory beginging to shake... It took longer than his pride wanted to admit, about a half hour, time for those two to perhaps... Make peace with each other... Or fuck.. You know, what ever suited them...



As they did their thing he began to control the masses... He’d pay for this one for a long time, but then again, he might get away with it... Hanali cared nothing for the drow, no elvish diety ever did, they had made their choice and split off from the others centuries ago... Khorn didn’t care about anyone in general, but there were ways to make him care... To take notice... He had been nude before but the moment he began to cause those quakes, he summoned up the armor that Khorn had given him, blood red and made of mithril... His white cloak streaming from his shoulders as he planted Kharns banner there in the depths, and the massacre that followed? Was all for him...



Those trying to flee were caught up by him, impaled on spikes one after the other, stalagmites forming up in rapid order one after the other... The screams of countless drow ringing up like Sydels favorite song... But it was a death chant for Gia Navare, for with every death, he was unwinding the tapestry of the Navare house... Every death, every murder, every expired soul... Was the loss of another minion of hers... Those that he didn’t handle personally? Were consumed by the violent erruption of lava flows that evaporated the lakes beneath, killing thousands in seconds, cooking them alive like lobsters in the steam...



Now one might think that some would have made their way out of the exits, into other areas, like rats fleeing the ship... But he ensured to close up every exit, and the cost for this information, was allowing Vanima to escape before it all happened... Surely Gia didn’t think that he didn’t have someone on the inside at all times?... Someone close to her?... He would hold no bars, show no mercy, take no prisoners... Even the young, the children and babes, were shown no quarter... It was, in a word, genocide...



He was giving Gia a fresh start of a sort, freeing her from any obligations, any chains... She couldn’t bear any children to carry on the household after all, she was the last of her name, and it would end with her... She was without any rules or anyone to tell her what to do...



But could she escape?



He had closed off all exits, the world she had ruled over was being flooded with poisons, steam and lava, filling every nook and cranny, feeding the Blood God such a feast as he had not had in some time.... Taking several brides from the Priesstesses as they screamed while being cooked alive... And as he did so? He was given a message from the one and only, and oh, what a message it was... Half of his powers... They would be returned permanently... For the blood, screams, and pain that had been delivered to him this day...



It took hours for his word to be complete, by the end of it he was littered with injuries, several had come in waves and cut at him... Finding the spots between the armor and his neck and face... He was poisoned and he was feeling it, but he’d survive, he always did... Well... Almost always... He moved towards the main castle now, bringing it down in large chunks with waves of his hands, like someone breaking down a sand castle, waiting for Sydel to send him word... Saving that grand room for the last...

[BadInfluence]

His name was Rylder, Rylder Ousst’tar, half-cast drow child to a Priestess of Lolth. He had been born the wrong color of course and since half cast were about as welcome in the Underdark as a plague, his mother had sent him above with his father, who himself was a half cast. They’d thought he would have come out darker but alas, that pale gene came through pretty damn strong, so above he had been since he was born. He still went down to visit every holiday, party, and special day to see his mother.



He dabbled in all the gods, but primarily he was a worshiper of Zinzerena, Vhaeraun, and oddly enough? Eilistraee. Of course all drow worshiped Lolth but he wasn’t exactly allowed, given he was a half cast and a male, that was sort of a no-no... She’d not favor him but still, all in all, he paid honor and homage to her special days. Being who and what he was, he did a touch of everything, but mostly... Well mostly?



He was a whore.



He’d been trained under THE Whore, the famous Nautilous, the only man to ever earn all eight diamonds of pleasure. He’d been under his tutilage for about twemlve years but then the man himself had struck out on his own, moving into lands unknown, and he had there been on his own. While at the whore house, fucking his way through the populace, he had also been true to his genes... He killed when he was asked, earned a damn good portion of money on the side, earning the title of an assassin... He made damn good money, both in and out of bed, and at the age of his mid twenties? He had left himself, finding the confines he had once lived in too confining, restrictive to what he wanted to do.



He’d wandered around for a few years before hearing that Nautilous had come this way, done this and that, and the tales he had heard... Was that the same man? The appearances matched, but it seemed that the man had gone dark, gone from whoring to whole sale slaugher in the span of weeks... And if the latest rumors were true? He was married, a father with a full family, and a worshiper of Khorn... Quite the large change from the man he had been before, but everyone changes at some time, don’t they? Look at himself, whore to killer in the span of a few years, maybe it was unavoidable? He certianly had no room to talk now, did he?



He was down in Mezzoberanzan with his mother, there was a huge festival going down as per usual for this time of year, and he? Happened to be participating in a torture fest of someone who had fallen out of favor with Lolth. He was in a pretty decent element but torture? Not quite his place, he was better with killing outright, doing it fast and silently... But hey, his mother requested it, so there you go...



It was there that the massive cracks began to form in the walls, large chunks of earth beginning to fall out, and he? He knew shit was up when it all started to come down... He was out of there in a flash, his heart pounding as he ran up along the twisting caverns, seeing the bright angry glow of active lava starting to pour out of entrances... The screams of the dying and the fearful... It seemed like a volcano was exploding and so many people were pushing and shoving, tring to get out, stampeeding over others in the need to survive... All they had? Was the surface... Blinding and unkind... What other choice was there? He ran to find his mother only to see she had been crushed under a massive stalagtight that had been clinging to the roof... His only reason to stay, to come visit, was dead... He would have stayed, he would have mourned, but he wanted to live... He rushed in and cut off a lock of her snow white hair to make a memento mori out of before tearing out of there, killing anyone who tried to stop him or got in his way, but when he should have taken a cavern out... He found himself detouring up to the Navare house, only to see it being torn down, wiped out... And when he saw who was doing it? “Nautilous? What? But-... How-... Why?-.... What did these people ever do to you?!” He asked but as soon as he got closer he could see why... The white cloak... Red armor... The mark of skulls all over it... It looked as if it dripped with blood... Khorn...



He didn’t even try to talk to someone under the sway of that mad god, instead he ran up one of the side entrances, used by the slaves into the main house, trying to find the Matron... Yeah, he didn’t know her, so what... Even if he couldn’t live down here? He was still three quarters drow, these were his people, these were his family.... The Matron was still HIS Matron, the head of this whole city, and if she was alive? If she could be saved? He would be there...



He would save her...



He had run in then, finding nothing but blood and gore before him, and so much destruction... He wasn’t stupid, he was running by the treasure vault and picked up a few pieces of jewelry, priceless gems and the like... Lighter than gold coins and easier to barter with... And if the Matron did live? She would need funds to survive, he had money saved up yes, but he doubted she’d take a penny from a slave like him... Wrong color and wrong sex...



He went into the main hall then, the whole place was falling in, and that was where he saw her... Unable to move, naked and bloodied, but alive... He gathered up one of the fallen crimson curtains and threw it over her body, keeping his eyes averted because for all he was a whore, this was his Matron... She deserved more than that...



Bundling her up, he ran out with her in his arms, and despite the main openings being closed? He knew of a waterway that had a small opening up at the surface behind a waterfall, it was hard and tight, with plenty of swimming but... He’d make it for her... He’d drag her through it... And that? Was what he did... “Mistress... You’ll need to hold your breath a few times, but I can swim for the both of us, just don’t struggle...” Was all he dared say to her before he’d get her to that waterway.... Entered through the sewers of this place, and by GOD it fucking reeked, especially with all the heat in the area... But even so...



He soldiered on...



It took him hours to get them out, there was a LOT of passages that had been blocked off, hard to get through... At the end of it he was burned, bloodied and sore, but alive... Both of them were... The cavern behind the waterfall was blissfully cool in comparison, and after he made sure he had her up on a dry flat area, he went back down into the water... He vanished for a couple more hours but by the time he came back a second time? He had dry things for her, wrapped up air tight in oilskin, and while they weren’t a lot? It was clean... Priestess garments, and his mothers, but it was all he had that he could get to... Left behind from an old rondesvous point between his mother and father...



Inside the pack was also food, crackers and smoked fish, jerky and some dried fruits and berries... Hardly royal fare... He left all this at her feet, careful not to look at her in the eye, to keep from being too forward... He knew how he was supposed to act... But once... Just once he dared to look up at her... His eyes the most intense shade of blue, a sort of hazel mix between cobalt, lapis and cerulean... They were the most striking thing about him, they almost appeared to glow, easily grabbing anyones attention...

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..she came into this expecting something vastly different than what was occurring.. This whole event was turning out to be more about him.. and his wants and less about hers..it was all about pointing fingers.. and accusations.. and was becoming a trite boring.. she'd wished she'd just continued on with the earlier plan now.. and headed off to locate Ric.. to end all that nonsense.. he made sharp barbs at her children.. and how dysfunctional they were..-.. In comparison.. to yours I suppose?.. How many of your children did you kill?.. How many family members have gone haywire?.. your bloodline seems a touch.. tainted Nautilous.. not quite as pure as it used to be.. -she rubbed her lips together.. her children were rat bags.. sure.. she accepted that.. his however were far.. Far from angels..

as for being so happily married.. why is Sydel remaining split?.. why hasn't she been reunited with her other lighter half?.. -she rapped her lacquered nails against the arm of the chair-.. You just wanted your cake.. and to eat it mm?.. Have you asked her what she wants perhaps?.. no.. Ill bet its all about you..-she sunk back in her seat.. the display of fighting prowess started then.. a few different types were sent in to stand up against him.. and he knocked them down quickly.. one after the other.. there was little competition there.. though he seemed to make a lot of drama out of it.. plenty of flair.. heads rolling this way.. skin being torn.. needles slicing through flesh.. that blood though.. she was not ready for it.. and it struck her like a slap to the face.. making her shift to the edge of her seat..

he commanded her.. and she obeyed without question.. she removed her dress.. positioned herself and just about collapsed when he touched her.. his hands were smooth and soft.. warm and tender.. those noises.. the soft sounds that came from her were almost involuntarily.. she couldn't help it.. he asked her why she pretended to be something she wasn't.. why she wasn't who she wanted to be.. how she was so fucking miserable down there.. she sighed-.. it's what we do.. -a whispered response-.. My Mother did it.. Her Mother did it.. Power is important to survive.. an its been so long now.. this is it for me.. ive resigned myself to that fact..

-and she was being honest with him.. and this was before he had even struck her with the needle.. truly they had known each other for a very long time.. and even though they always seemed to but heads.. there was almost an unwritten agreement.. they just knew each other.. her head tilted when he called her to do so and she gasped.. she whined when those needles pierced her skin.. feeling the cold icy fluid streaming into her veins.. one after the other.. attacking her senses.. her faculties.. waging war on her directly.. her thighs drew inward.. she felt her bodies heat rising.. nipples hardened.. goosebumps appeared..

he pulled his trump card then.. changing his appearance to that of her deceased lover.. and it floored her.. he had to have noticed the way her face fell.. she was shocked.. and her body was fighting with her mind.. with her heart.. she desperately wanted him.. but her mind was screaming at her to stay back.. that it wasn't right.. he was so right though.. that she did remember how raw it was.. and how alive she felt with him.. she never felt that with anyone else.. ever..Sydel was the next thing to appear.. to send the glass shattering in her mind.. her shoulders sunk as he guided her to sit upon the chair once more.. her poor heart was aching.. for two things.. for a good hard fuck and for Auric.. there was some serious tug-o-war going on.. she shifted.. there upon her seat.. crossing her leg over.. utterly ruined.. he continued to hold onto that facade.. so in her mind.. there was her lover.. speaking to Sydel.. beckoning her over.. before that rather intimate display broke her heart..






she waltzed on into that room.. spotting him standing there naked.. toying with a rather naked Gia also..she could smell the magic in the air and figured he was well and truly fucking with the woman.. though Gia looked pretty out of it.. she sighed when she found out Cora was already dead and she'd missed her opportunity-.. really?..-her face fell a little.. shoulders sunk down as she approached-.. well thats a massive wasted opportunity..-she glanced toward the charred remains of Cora there.. and whomever else was attached to her.. before his cut.. his blood hit her.. making her shift up onto her toes.. making her worry the corner of those sweet sultry little lips of hers.. oh it had been a while since she had smelt that.. since she had tasted it.. since it had been on the menu..

she heard his voice.. he beckoned her to him and she wasn't about to say no.. sauntering on over..whimpering a little when he reached for her.. cradling the back of her head.. her lithe body slipping in closer till he would have felt that cool chill so close to his bodies naked heat.. -.. mm.. thank you-.. she whispered against his skin.. before her lips latched onto the tear he had just made.. her arm reached to slide around behind him.. to clutch him.. to hold him close.. she supped on what was on offer.. her body fitting close to his like a glove would.. they were practically made for one another.. she knew not of him fishing around in her head.. though she knew he had complete access.. anytime he wanted.. she had nothing to hide.. before he slowly pulled her away.. he knew full well if she got too much it wouldn't have a desired effect.. and her vomiting up blood everywhere was not a pretty sight.. she captured a droplet as it threatened to trickle down her chin.. sliding it back up with a finger tip before she suckled.. listening to the conversation then... he was taking the blame for Auric.. she knew that wasn't right.. not really. but she knew better than to step in when he was at work.. when he was planning something..

he had his reasons.. she looked to Gia there.. her face remained expressionless as Nautilous stepped back out of the way.. summoning chests or something.. her attention was split..though when he spoke directly to her.. his apology would have been met with a sharp pain to the chest.. it.. hurt.. it was a path she hadn't really thought about.. for a very long time.. he would have felt it.. though it was only fleeting.. she nodded her head a little..drawing her coat in tighter as she felt.. well.. not awkward so much but just.. out of place.. she was lost..she was handed the needles then.. instructions.. and then he was gone.. -





She remained there upon the seat.. her ruby gaze shifting between him and Sydel.. their interactions.. the way they spoke to one another.. her body ached from wanting.. from need.. her mind was mentally slapping her to try and get her to understand just what was happening.. but it was no good.. the dust, the blood and the poisons.. it was all too much for her to bare.. when the two of them had their intimate moment her features fell..

it had been a fear of hers when she met Auric.. and it was why she never let them meet.. Sydel was stunning.. she was beautifully unique.. and never.. ever had trouble gaining attention.. so seeing her cuddling up to his side like that.. seemingly kissing the side of his neck.. holding him.. was slowly but surely killing her from the inside..

he spoke then on how he had forgotten something.. and she was left a touch confused.. before he admitted to killing Auric.. not Sydel.. her mouth dropped open.. her heart seized in her chest -.. No.. -she swallowed.. trying in vain to move the lump that had caught in her throat.. her gaze darted between him and Sydel.. -.. No.. it.. cant be.. right.. no.. -her brows furrowed.. oh hell.. they were attacking her from all sides.. tormenting her.. torturing her and they'd barely laid a finger..

they were incredibly smooth manipulators.. and she'd fallen into their trap.. she looked utterly heart broken when she looked to Sydel then..-.. I.. I dont know what to say.. -she spoke directly to Sy.. swallowing again.. and again.. hearing him tell her he was going to atone for his misgivings by helping her out.. in a way.. before watching him give her some syringes.. and he turned to leave.. the pair of them just.. alone.. -.. is it true?.. -she asked.. those ruby red orbs darted left and right.. she looked to be growing upset.. agitated.. frustrated.. her body shook.. it shuddered every so often.. a truth found out so very late after so much had happened.. she didn't know what to do.. -







she moved to approach Gia.. watching you as you struggled with the fake truth that Nautilous had just passed on.. -.. mm.. it would appear so.. -she smacked her lips.. oh.. this wasn't right.. something was fucking with her now.. and she could feel this odd sensation down in the pit of her stomach.. something new.. something different.. almost foreign.. could it be a by product of Sybelle perhaps.. surely it wasn't guilt?.. a spec of a conscience brewing..

she lifted the needles and injected them into Gia.. making sure the poison flowed right into the vein.. it would take a moment.. maybe two before it would strike.. she went to turn then.. to get the hell outta dodge before she paused.. staring out into nothing.. her feet suddenly felt as heavy as lead.. but she could find the strength to turn and look back to Gia..moving then to kneel before the chair.. watching as the poisons began to take effect.. taking Gias voice and ability to move.. the body slumping slightly against the back of the seat..

she reached forward.. her cold perfectly pale fingers cradled Gias cheeks.. light against dark.. quite a contrast.. she caressed the soft skin.. just gently.. the two of them looking to one another.. for what could be deemed as an awfully long time.. her own mind was reeling from all of this.. her lids twitched.. she could feel tears tumbling down across her palms there.. the Matron was upset.. she leant in closer.. forehead to forehead.. -.. I'm sorry.. -whispered words.. fleeting and almost inaudible.. before the two shared a kiss.. the danger going on around them both was ignored.. completely.. the sounds of death and destruction.. the scent of blood and burning.. a whispered word.. and then another would have something conjured.. a little magic.. just a touch.. before she would open Gias hand.. and place that ring upon it.. curling her fingers.. balling them into a fist to protect it.. before she would step back.. the ground beneath them shuddered.. it wouldn't be long now..





she was shocked.. utterly floored.. not even looking to Nautilous as he walzed right out of there.. just to Sydel.. eyes locked.. keen.. nothing would tear them away for the moment.. she asked if ht was true.. was he right..did he kill her lover.. Sydel confirmed it and her heart broke all over again.. how many more times could it possibly happen without it just killing her outright.. her lids tumbled closed.. -.. I am so sorry.. -she whispered.. feeling those needles slicing into her skin.. this time she didn't even flinch.. this time she didn't make a sound.. she just felt the poison anew take its place along side the cocktail she already had coursing through her..

she heard Sydels apology and she went to reply only finding out she was unable to.. and her body slumped back into the chair.. she was practically a vegetable in her own body.. she could see and hear everything going on around her.. but she couldn't do or say a thing about any of it.. it was frightening.. being a prisoner in your own body.. she felt Sydels cool hands upon her cheeks.. that apology though it caused the tears to tumble down her cheeks.. her body shuddered and shook..

she wanted to speak.. she needed to reassure her and to apologise a hundred times over for the pain she had caused.. but she was unable to.. the pair shared that kiss.. it was a small light amongst a sheer world of darkness.. the kiss tasted of salt.. and blood.. she ached all over.. this hurt.. this hurt more than anything she had ever experienced.. honesty was painful.. she wanted to look down to what was being put in her hand but she couldn't.. she didn't have the ability too.though when the ground shuddered her eyes widened.. she looked to the left.. urgently.. as if telling Sy to run.. to go.. Now.. she couldn't point.. she couldn't call.. or anything.. she just hoped Sy would get the message and leave.. Now-




the kiss was bittersweet.. it had been.. since that fateful night.. that the two of them had shared anything but blows and hatred.. that night changed everything.. right up until this very moment.. she'd placed the ring into Gias hand and felt that rumbling beneath her feet.. Nautilous was certainly making one hell of a mess out there.. she saw the sign Gia had given her.. and she was about to reply before she realised she couldn't.. her voice.. was gone.. she reached for her throat.. it was dry.. rookie mistake.. kissing someone who had just been injected.. whilst she didn't get a full hit she got enough to take that voice away and make her movements a little more sluggish than they might have been otherwise..

her brows furrowed.. oh she was fighting some inner demons here.. watching as Gia remained slumped in the chair.. but knowing she had to go.. and she had to go now.. she couldn't call out to Nautilous.. her mind was a foggy fucked up mess and her voice was gone.. so she ran.. she darted out of that room swiftly.. stumbling every so often when her foot or her leg decided it was going to take a nap.. she hit the dirt more than once.. slicing into her leather slacks..

cutting into her pure white skin.. she just kept running.. darting.. weaving.. climbing.. it was with an urgency.. she didn't want to die down there.. and suddenly.. with little warning the roof began to collapse.. large sections of dirt began to fall.. rocks.. all of it.. landslides.. water.. lava.. she kept climbing.. rock.. to rock.. falling a few steps.. running a few more.. before she almost got to the top.. the opening was getting smaller.. and smaller.. she managed to get her arm out of it.. before it collapsed around her.. if he was on the surface he might have seen that semi blooded pale arm sticking out of the dirt.. fingers twitching as she tried to wriggle out of the dirt-




she watched as Sy struggled.. her mind wouldn't allow her to connect the dots.. to figure out the poison had been shared.. she was just fucked up.. her body was slowly starting to shut down.. like someone going through a building at closing.. turning off the lights one by one.. though she was thankful when Sy took off running.. she knew it wouldn't be long now.. maybe it was time for her to go.. maybe this was it.. finally..

she'd been around the block a few times now.. a few too many times perhaps.. and in the end.. she'd die with failure on her card.. her kids hated her.. she had no family left to speak of.. her kingdom was falling.. and there was no one around and nothing she could do to prevent it.. her lids just closed over.. she just listened o the sounds around her.. the glass breaking.. the blood curdling screams.. the scent of sulphur and bodily fluids.. fire.. smoke.. ash.. the ground beneath her chair.. those marble floors began to rumble.. cracking here and there.. she didn't hear this newcomers entrance.. not with all the other goings on..

but she felt the velvet being draped over her.. and then someone picking her up.. it would be then that her eyes would blink open.. though she couldn't really see who it was.. she couldn't turn her head.. she would have laughed at him when he told her not to struggle if she were able to.. she couldn't move.. she couldn't talk.. she was an easy rescue if he had the strength to complete it.. he was quick.. and strong.. she'd give him that much.. glimpses of his arms told her he was a half cast of some variety.. young probably..or maybe it was just another person wanting to murder her.. would be the easiest way.. she couldn't fight back they got through the sewers.. thankfully her sense of smell was horrible so she missed most of it.. she did her best to hold her breath.. though that wasn't terribly easy.. she spluttered a bit and coughed up a fair amount of water when they did surface..

before they were out.. this person.. had managed to get her out of that main hall.. and into some kind of cave.. he placed her down upon one of the flat rocks.. the curtain draped over her though it was soaked through.. she couldn't move anyway.. so she just lay there.. he disappeared.. and after about half an hour she figured he was gone for good.. she'd just die there.. eaten by something she was sure.. perhaps a bear.. her lids were closed.. she drifted in and out..

slowly regaining her ability to move..her fingers were twitching.. her toes the same.. though it would be some time before she was able to do much more.. she heard his re-approach.. or someones in any rate.. before he came into view.. the clothing.. the food.. all of it in hand.. she managed to clear her throat.. it was raw.. and felt much like sand paper.. the poison would take days to be fully removed from her system.. she might not have been able to move much but she could regard him.. she could observe him.. he was quite young indeed.. looked to be well built.. strong.. cared for himself.. it was fleeting but for a moment there their eyes did meet.. that striking red.. to his incredible blue.. she was a little dumbstruck by it.. she went to speak.. it came out in a bit of a stutter.. as her throat was slowly returning to normal-.. p.. p..-she paused a moment.. looking a little exasperated-.. poison.. -hoping he would catch on as to why she wasn't moving or unable to talk..

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He had told her that it wasn’t going to go the way she wanted, hadn’t he? He had a lot of dust to settle, and if she honestly thought he was going to cheat on his wife for her because her rat trap son decided to take a stab at his own’s girlfriend, oh was she ever smoking the wrong peyote. “Oh hardly. Mine are the result of years worth of experimenting, some were worthy, most weren’t. Can’t help that some bitches just made bade breeders.” Was it his fault? Hardly. Look at Aysil, utterly gorgeous, smart as the devil himself and absolutely healthy as a horse. His son Aylan? Just the same. With Sybelle and Sydel? The two of them were ideal mothers for his genetics, they made absolutely beautiful children together, and with them in his life? Why would he want anything else? “It’s why I killed off all the flawed ones. It’s a creulty to let them breed you know, but hey... Not my choice.”

The comment about Sydel and Sybelle not being joined? “Why would she want to? Sybelle has my brother, her first love, and I have Sydel as her last. It’s far from a normal marriage true enough, but the four of us, it works. You should try it some time.” He didn’t see an issue with Sydel being split, before he had separated them, Sydel had almost comepletely killed Sybelle inside herself. So far as he knew? He had done them both a favor, allowed them to exist as seperate beings, more like twins than a single soul... Wasn’t it better that way? “Besides honey, I’m Nautilous Deathaze, if anyone gets their cake and eats it too? It’s me.” No one could come close to matching his level, so everyone else just had to go without, but not him... The trick? Was making sure the cake WANTED to be eaten, duh. Too many people ignore what the cake wants. Weird logic? Sure. But everyone knew his brain ran in some crazy ass waters anyways.

The fight had come and gone without him being able to enjoy it, not that he expected to, outside of Ace and Sydel? Most of his fights were so... So... Well... Vanilla. Ace and Sydel bought fought wonderfully dirty, and they went full tilt with him, but these guys? They’d held back, tried to think they needed stamina for later, which was thier biggest mistake. That just isnt how it all works. Her wards had been broken, she fell victim to her own tricks to entice lust and mindless desire, and in the end? He made use of her broken defenses... Sure, he could have fucked her, been able to lord it over her head, but what was the point? He literally, truthfully, was a happily married man. The idea of it just... It didn’t do it for him like it used to. Marraige had ruined him, at least, only in that respect. “It’s what they did. Doesn’t have to be what YOU do. We’re born to live our own lives, not mindlessly march down someone elses path.” He didn’t go down his mothers, or his father path, he went down his own. Diovan had sadly trailed a bit too hard down his fathers, but in the end, it worked out for everyone... If he hadn’t he wouldn’t have Sydel or his kids, so yeah, he owed thanks and paid it where it was due. “You’re not THAT old yet Gia, you got a few more ceturies burried in you, so why bother using them on something that literally doesn’t do shit for you? You hate your kids, you hated every husband, you hate your role... At this point you got no reason to live, literally, and that’s fucking depressing.” He was indeed gentle with her though. He could have been harsh with her, dragging and pushing, could have abused her... But he didn’t. His touch was gentle as a lovers, even his words were kinder in nature than anyone outside of his close personal lovers and friends could ever admit to hearing, and maybe... Given what he had seen... He was being kind... In his own way...

He shifted to the form of her lover, and probably the one person she had ever cared about, knowing for a fact... If you’re going to break someone... Do it completely. He’d had to do it once before, with Sydel and the damn human play thing he had set up for her, so he could understand... Personally... Just how much it hurts, and how hard you have to hit, and where... So he’d done it, breaking old chains, as many as he dared given the fact he was on limited time here... Bringing Sydel into the fray... “I know, I feel a bit cheated, but at least Jacob can’t hold anything against us. We didn’t kill her... But...” He said, producing that eyeball once more, smiling down at her. “I did keep you some souviners...” He said before swallowing it for a third time. He’d give them to her later, of course, but for right now? They were safe in his belly. He sliced into his neck and offered it up to her, she wasn’t wrong, it had been almost a year since he’d been anywhere near this amped up... Since his blood used to be her usual meal? Yeah, poor thing had been on a diet, so he definately didn’t begrudge her a taste... Though he knew her limit, knew when it would get to be too much, she’d go off a deep edge frenzy before vomiting it up all over the place... She’d have a hell of a power hangover and she’d cry over spilt blood... Not a pretty picture all the way around.

He nuzzled into her coolness, his body temprature was ridiculously high once again, her own personal little sun to nestle into... Once more they were the yin and yan to each other, hot and cold, pale and richly coloured... While she fed he searched her mind a bit, normally he never bothered, but something was tickling in his head... Something brought up by Gia... And once he found that memory, it wasn’t terribly hard to put two and two together, to sort it out... And while Sydel wanted to take a part of the blame? It wasn’t her fault.

Not even a bit...

Sure, she had hit Auric, but she didn’t have a fraction of the strength he had. Her only sin was that she Auric a touch too far to the right, enabling him to snap his neck like a dry twig when he hit him, and that? Well that was the end of it. He hadn’t realized the feelings there, that this guy was in love with Gia, and that at the same time? So was Sydel... He had apologies to make, and those he did, he was at a place in his life where he owned up to his errors... His sins... Bells was rubbing off on him, but in a good way, she made him WANT to be better... A thing that benefited the whole family, especially since because of her, he had a firmer grip on his sanity than he ever had before. “It’s true. We both hit him at the same time, it was only meant to knock him out, but I was the one who killed him. Sydel’s lethal but far from strong, the strength behind that one to kill him, that was all me.” Back in those days people wer just wallets and bodies, no more, no less.

He left the poisons with Sydel, packing up Gia’s entire stock into the large trunks before sending them back to Arvandor, he himself leaving the room... Leaving them... They had their own dust to settle now. He had done his part, he had what he needed for Jacob, he had sealed up a loose end... He’d put that chapter of his past to rest. Now it was between those two if they wanted to do the same... Love was love after all, and he knew he had the lions share of her little black heart, he could spare a little for someone else... Just this once...

He went to work on freeing the Matron... Call it a gift from the past, perhaps a way to make up for killing the man she had loved, but what ever one labeled it as? It was an act of kindness... He was giving her a fresh start, true it was a touch later in her life, she’d already known the pains of war and lost love... But that might make the second chance that much sweeter... Knowing what had been and having a path ahead that would be all of her own making... What she did with it now? Was entirely up to her.

He himself? Was causing a complete and wholesale slaughter of her household and her people, sending each soul right on down to Khorn, robbing Lolth of her people was an added bonus... He wasted no time, he didn’t make it elegant or elaborate, rather he made it all seem as a very casual but catastrophic act of nature. Shit happens, volcanoes errupt, chambers get flooded... Happens more regularly than one might think. Once he was done with the territories he began to tear into the manse, unaware of the man calling his name, or that his beloved had made a slight miscalculation... And was paying for it. He knew something was wrong, he could tell there was an issue there, like loud static through a radio connection. Where was she? He couldn’t perfectly pinpoint her, her mind was skittering about, the locations jumbled... It wasn’t until the roof caved in that he realized where she was and he was there in a flash, supporting a good chunk of the roof on his own shoulders behind her, keeping it off of her chest... With his leg he pushed out the rubble around the front, opening enough for light to come through, for air... He’d do more but the issue was that when he had been hit with that toxin? It had a delayed effect on him, one that was sped up the more power he used, until now... He had to rely on sheer brute strength right now, pushing her out into the air, but it wasn’t perfect... It wasn’t flawless...

She was hurt, before and after she had sustained injuries, but at least she was free...

He however had more of a fight... He had to back out, taking hits and thuds from rocks and chunks of earth, making sure to go at a pace where it wouldn’t all hit him at once... But due to that, by the time he got out he was coveredin bruises and his clavacle was broken, the armor dented and dissolving... “Woman I gotta say... When you fuck up, you really go the whole pooch...” He got out before patting the dust and dirt off, going to her side to pick her up with his good arm, tucking her into his side. “Good news is... We’re alive... Bad news is? Well until this shit Gia loaded up with needle boy wears off, we’re walking...” It was when she couldn’t reply that he paused and looked down at her before he just gave her a wry grin, shaking his heat before he’d reach around and flick her forhead. “Dumbass... You’ll have to tell me if it was any good... I never did fuck her, and now that I’m all roped down like a good married man, you’ll have to tell me how it is.”

With that? He’d begin to support her, walking her towards the next nearest village, and with any luck? They’d find a meal and a bed there because until this shit was out of thier system? They were both tits up.

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Kill her? Kill Her? His Matron? Hardly! Look, sure he lived with his dad on the surface, but he was still Drow for most intents and purposes. He understood the chain of command, of loyalty, of strength. He had a chance to save her so he had, he didn’t expect anything out of it, wasn’t going to ask for a reward or some sort of boon. It was simply what he was meant to do, what he had been born to be, which was a servant. He felt incredibly guilty when she was coughing up water, he had tried to be fast but you know, last he checked he wasn’t a merman so he wasn’t the fastest swimmer. He laid her out on the flat rocks, and while it was a cave with a watefall over the front, the rocks were curriously warm... Just more evidence of the thermal vents deep in the earth...

At least she would be comfortable, even drapped in wet red velvet, she wouldn’t find much to complain about... Outside of how hard the rock was but even that was worn smooth by water during heavy rains. He had disspeared a few times, brinigng back clothes and food for her, as well as leaving those things which he had stolen from the treasury... Ok, stolen was a strong word, technically he had only filched them to give to her... Regardless though it wasn’t until his last trip back that he heard her make a sound... He thought she wasn’t speaking to him because he was a male, which you know, sort of par the course. Matron to slave, you know, just doesn’t happen. Finding her word, all it took was the one, and he understood a lot better now...

“If you’ll permit me... My mother was a Priestess of Lolth...” He could help in this at least, right? Well no, not at least, he’d saved her ass he knew... But that really wasn’t how he thought of it. He couldn’t use magic for one as it was obviously forbidden to slaves, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know other things, prayers and herbs... Those he knew really well... Especially given who his mother was, he had basically cut his tooth on spider venom, so naturally he knew the remedies... It took some fubling about in the packs, taking things out, a pinch of this and a dash of that... “It won’t be perfect... I don’t know what you’ve been poisoned with but I can make a sort of... Cocktail... You’ll feel better but it will still take some time...I lack my mothers skills I’m afraid.” His voice was always respectful to her, though it had a surpisingly low timber to it, the sort that you just know was meant for singing... Not that he ever did but, you know, he could... If he wanted to. It took a few minutes after that before he was grinding them up in his palm, making it into a paste that he rolled into a sort of ball, and if she didn’t snap at him? He’d place it on her tongue. It’s taste like earth and plants, not the best thing in the world, and it would melt in her mouth which only made it taste worse... But if she managed to hold out? She’d start to feel better... He had halfed the effects of what she had, so she’d be weak and tired, but far from helpless...

“A moment... You deserve more but... Sadly I didn’t come prepared...” It hadn’t occured to him he’d be saving his Matron today of all days. He would take the wet curtain off of her and slide her into a robe of dark black and red, lose but comfortable, made of soft cotton and cuffed with the elusive scales of large water fish from the underground lakes... Almost looking like lace in it’s own right, it really was beautiful but... Obviously a holy garment and definately not form fitting... His mother had gotten a touch plumper later in her life so the robes would drape rather than cling to Gia... He kept his eyes averted the entire time, but there was no way to avoid touching her, his bare hands held calouses... From both hoe and sword, whip and leather reigns... But they were still well cared for, his nails trimmed and filed, no cracks in his darker tinted skin...

Once she was dressed he would move her into his lap so she was sitting up, lifing the leather wine skin to her lips, offering to her a mixture of tea and honey from within... Yes, it was laced with lust but it was clean and it tasted better than the waters from the fall, and he was sure she could handle it... Unaware she’d already been hit with lust several times over. “Not the best, I’m sorry it’s lust laced, but it was all my other had on hand down here... At least it’s clean and it will help restore you...” He’s wait for her ok before he’d gently line it up for her, his chest strong and solid behind her, warm and he smelled incredibly good for all he’d been doing... Like correander and musk, eucaliptus and leather, with just a touch of smoke and something else... Something dark and lustful but undefined... He’d go slow and careful until she was done, recorking it and leaving her in his lap, at least he was warm and softer than the floor.

He’d not say more than that though, he’d spoken too much as it was, and it just was not his place... Hell, he’d done too much that was far too intimate as it was, and he knew if she ordered his death, he’d have to do it... And she would be well within her rights, if for no other reason than she wanted to...

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..the whole thing had been quite sureal.. she had no idea any of this was coming.. not even an inkling and maybe that was telling her the most of all.. she was getting too old for this.. she was not caring enough that things like this.. mistakes like this were causing such great issue.. Nautilous destroyed her kingdom.. bringing her to ruin.. toward the end there the ground above just collapsed.. crushing any small matter of life or structure that would have remained.. everything was gone.. so many would have died.. there were literally thousands down there.. Khorne would have been happy.. beaming with the amount of souls he would have received.. Hanali would not be if she caught onto it.. Lloth.. well.. certainly Not happy.. a great amount of her flock was just wiped out..

this newcomer.. this youth had managed to get her to the surface and quite quickly.. she was all but useless.. she couldn't move and couldn't speak.. not a single sound came from her.. and she remained quite limp there in his arms.. he was strong.. she'd give him that much.. it was one thing to carry someone who could hold themselves up at least a little.. but to carry someone that was practically a rag doll.. well no.. that was something else entirely.. resting upon that warmed rock..her heart tripped and stumbled.. her body tried to fight off the poisons that were wreaking havoc upon her system.. and there was So many in there.. she watched him come back into view there.. he had gathered up some supplies.. this right now would be the first time she could see him properly.. though he wouldn't look to her.. not directly.. and even if he did it was never for long..he was a half cast.. so he didn't reside in the Navere kingdom.. but perhaps he had a parent that did.. because he was well trained.. he was behaving in a manor that told her he had been put under instruction on how to act around those superior.. from perhaps a very young age..

she managed to stutter out one single word.. that she was poisoned.. hoping he would catch on.. that he would understand a little more...his looks were really quite striking.. he was young she was right with her earlier observations.. tall.. slim and yet still muscular.. those eyes though.. she couldn't recall seeing that kind of blue in a very long time.. he told her his Mother was a priestess.. ahh then the pieces of the puzzle were slowly sliding into place.. thats why he was so beautifully well mannered.. she couldn't reply to him.. just watching as he began to grind a few ingredients against his palm.. she recognised what she could see.. she knew what he was doing.. earlier craft from when she herself was a priestess.. oh so very long ago.. he'd have to lift her head a little.. she wouldn't snap at him.. she had no reason to.. though she would have understood his caution.. he placed the small ball there upon her tongue.. her lips closed over.. she grimaced visibly when the taste of it struck her.. oh yes.. it was foul.. certainly not something you would actively choose to partake in.. but she knew it had to be done.. anything really to get herself out of the position she was currently in..

she hated being incapacitated.. weak.. useless.. and thats how she felt right now.. her brows furrowed and she frowned as the taste only grew deeper as it melted.. she was glad her reflexes weren't quite there or she would have surely thrown it all up.. the substance.. the mixture soon went to work..her lids closed over.. she could feel him removing that heavy wet curtain.. leaving her bare.. resting against the warmed rock there.. she felt his touches there.. the way his hands glided along her skin as he replaced the curtain with the robe.. it felt quite luxurious against her bare skin.. though that could have been the lust, the desire poisons still working their way through her system.. she could tell he worked with his hands.. and probably quite hard.. a labourer perhaps.. but he was surprisingly gentle.. pulling her into his lap took her a little by surprise..she blinked.. her body resting against his to she could sit up without aid..

she could feel the sensation returning to her limbs.. to her fingers.. they were able to twitch.. to flex.. this proximity allowed her to take in his bodies warmth and scent.. the beautifully earthy combinations.. they were almost soothing.. he lifted the leather wine skin to her.. she could smell the honey and tea.. he spoke on it not being the best and how it was lust laced.. oh she hesitated.. and she probably would have pushed it away.. she knew what was already coursing through her.. and whilst the remedy he had given her was taking the edges off.. enabling her to move a little.. she knew more lust would tip her over the edge.. she took a breath.. her throat felt like it had been brushed against with sand paper.. and that taste of dirt and leaves was still there.. so every time she swallowed it just made her feel like gagging.. -.. yes.. -she managed to utter.. letting him know it was ok..

before he would press it to her lips and she would drink down its smooth contents.. oh it went down like liquid silk.. soothing her red raw throat.. washing away that horrid taste from within her mouth and her tongue.. she took quite a large amount.. needing it more than perhaps she realised.. before watching him recork it.. her fingers curled inward.. she was able to lift her arms.. he would have felt her beginning to move.. just a little there upon his lap.. she was able to lift her head..-.. Oh.. -she uttered in a whispered somewhat husky tone-.. thank the goddess.. -she was able to speak.. though it sounded a little broken.. a little strained..

her heart was picking up a little.. her body felt considerably warmer than before.. those goosebumps returned.. and that sweet thick fog began to roll back into her mind.. she was going to lose her mind at this rate.. her hands came down to rest there upon his knees.. fingers curling inward.. -.. name?.. -she questioned.. tilting her head a little to the side.. looking back to him there.. there would be really no way to avoid looking to her .. what with her being So close to him....she smelt like musk and lemon grass.. of citris and a little vanilla.. she didn't bathe in it.. it was more mild hints.. just to capture peoples attention.. she was a Matron afterall.. her breathing became a little more laboured.. drawing those thighs of hers inward.. feeling the soft rich fabric of the priestess robe bunch up between her knees..-

.. I.. -she paused.. swallowing.. her gaze those striking reds regarded his lips for a moment-.. dont think.. ive seen you before.. -her concicence wanted to slap herself silly.. to shake her.. to wake her up.. but Nautilous had fucked her good and proper.. and he barely laid a hand upon her... it would take a few attempts to get her hand.. her arm.. her elbow to do what she wanted it to do.. but slowly her body was beginning to behave.. well somewhat.. she reached around behind her with her right palm.. to cradle ..to glide her soft..smooth fingers across his cheek.. she shifted there upon his lap.. not meaning to wriggle quite so much but it was becoming close to unbearable..

if he spoke at length about who he was.. or why she had never met him she'd cut him off.. laying claim upon those lips of his.. small softly coloured nipples beneath that gown hardened considerably.. the grip she had upon his knee tightened as her nails scratched through the fabric of his slacks..if he moved to pull away.. the hand upon his cheek would keep him there.. if she couldn't sort this out.. if she couldn't scratch this sudden and violent itch.. she'd probably kill herself

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it was a rookie move.. she'd made a grave error.. and in hind sight perhaps it wasn't terribly smart.. but in those moments.. when those two were left alone.. and everything was more or less out in the open.. the rawness took over.. they had been lovers.. they had been so incredibly close when they were younger.. before power.. before gods stepped in and egos burst and grew so grand.. so large that it all got in the way.. it were even possible they had forgotten all about what they were fighting for.. why they hurt each other so much and why they always seemed to but heads at every available opportunity.. they shared a kiss.. it was a little stroll down memory lane.. reminiscent.. before the whole kingdom went to hell.. Gia was stuck.. all but lifeless by that point as the poisons had struck her.. but she had it in her enough to tell Sy to run.. to go.. and what direction to take..



She wasn't about to stick around and ask questions.. though her conscious.. a newly developed thing was aching.. was poking and prodding at her for leaving Gia there.. she ran.. she darted.. she weaved in and out of people.. there was So much death..so much blood spilt.. and try as she might she just couldn't get to the exit.. she could see an opening.. though as the ground rumbled and shook it got smaller and smaller as each moment passed.. she didn't know he was there.. helping her get through.. until she felt an almighty push and she was out.. her lithe body was battered and bruised.. her limbs and nerves were twitching.. whilst she didn't get a direct hit of those poisons she got enough to make her mute for a time.. her mind a bit hazy and her usual smooth sultry movements ..well they resembled little more than alcoholic stumblings..she remained face first down in the dirt and dust there.. her hair a mass of tight ringlets thanks to their earlier little bit of blood play.. her outfit was torn.. ripped and well left very little to the imagination.. she wanted to tell him to get stuffed when he mentioned fucking things up.. exhaling softly when he finally picked her up.. curling into his arms there.. still twitching every so often like someone with a tic.. her face fell when he spoke on the two of them having to walk since the needles had taken away a great chunk of his abilities at least in the short term.. her lips parted to speak.. but nothing.. she was sweetly silent..

she caught the wry grin and her brow rose.. she reached to give him a light shove but it would have felt like little more than a kittens caress.. she was useless.. so weak.. though when he called her a dumbass she had to smile managing to send an 'i love you too' in broken english to his mind.. leaning up just a little there to brush her lips to his dirty bloodied cheek.. she wouldn't kiss him. the poison she had in her system would be passed on.. and in as much as she wanted him to shut the fuck up.. she knew at least one of them had to be able to communicate.. especially given they needed shelter and some food.. she curled in a little closer.. he spoke on her having to tell him if it was any good.. that he'd never fucked Gia.. and now that he was all roped down like a good married man he'd never know.. now her mind was fucked.. like someone not tuning in the television quite right.. static.. bit of white noise..but she'd do her best to perhaps show him.. his mind would produce images that she was sending it.. like glimpses.. flickers.. a story with pieces missing.. every so often he'd get an earful of her crying out in pleasure because of something Gia had done to her.. the two of them together.. in a tangled mess of limbs.. soft supple bodies pressed.. of perfectly pale and much darker.. hands touching.. lips locked and tasting.. Oh it would seem Gia knew how to press her buttons.. he wanted to know.. so she showed him as her head came to rest there upon his shoulder-

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He defiantely had a parent that did. His father was a good man, the drow part of him had come from his father, a man in the royal guard who had fallen for an elvish woman... A sylvan... Then their child had fallen in love with a drow priestess and vuala, you had him in all his half cast glory, even if it was more 3/4 than not... He just had that shade too much elvish in him to allow the darker shade to take over, as it was he was only just a shade or two too light, just enough to keep him out but not as much as to have him hated or outcast... His mother had simply felt it better the live on the surface with his father, learn a trade outside of the Mezzoberanzan, a chance to live in a place where he could be himself... Develop a personality...



Her part? She had taken him every holiday, and the summers between school, training him how to be a proper drow male... Perfect manners, skills in poisons and other plants, the ability to be fierce but also know his place and the deference shown to drow women... It was an amusing mix, the way his parents had shaped him, combining with his job at the whore house... He was incredibly respectful but he wasn’t a doormat, he was smart but not hauty or a know it all, and while he knew a life of pure pleasure at the whore house he was very familiar with hard work and didn’t filch from his fair share of it. After all, those summers down in the underdark were spent tending fields with the other drow male, ensuring a crop of ash yams and other such food for the civilization. His mother also trained him how to torture, an art every drow learned and mastered by the time of adulthood, and his own? Had been subletted into assasination, he was an expect killer, and made a very good living at it... After all, for all the training he recieved as a whore, and it certainly did wonders to open all the right doors for his job? It just... Wasn’t his preference... He did well, he could please even the most difficult woman, but it wasn’t what he wanted to do for the rest of his life...



What he wanted? Was to find his own woman, fall in love, get married... Maybe had a kid or two... But unlike most other half cast? He wouldn’t settle for another ofhis own kind, or even a pure one of another breed, he? He was raised by a priestess... The only woman for him? Would be a drow woman and none other... His fortune? Was in hopes that one day, one of the households would be in need of financial assistance, be willing to marry off a second or third daughter in exchange for money...



Before today? He had been down in the underdark looking for just such a woman, his mother had beem lining things up for him for weeks now, and the torture of a slave? Was to show his expertiece at torture, highlighting all his attributes, his skills... But all that was over now, wasn’t it? His mother was dead, his father had died some years ago, and the entire people? His people? Were gone. Burried under the earth as if they had never existed... All that remained was his Matron, the beloved head of his entire clan, and he would protect her with his life.



He was younger, that was true, he was only twenty five summers but he was a man in his own right. The tough of maturity had yet to reach his features, he was in the prime of his life without a doubt, but that didn’t mean he was as foolish as most his age were. His mother had beat that out of him very early on, a fact he was quite grateful for, because of her he could face his life in a very matter of fact way. He was handsome though, he knew that without fault, he had all the strong features of a drow without them being too sharp... Tempered by the elvish side of his grand mother, lending him a striking face but one that was far from... Overbearing. He was indeed fit though, he knew he’d never bulk up, that just wasn’t in his genetics but what he did have? Was perfectly formed, chizzeled, and well maintained. His active lifestyle ensured that one. And imagine, that was just what she could see with his clothes on, wet though it was... He had to take off his shirt though, it was heavy and dragged him down when he went back under to fetch the things a few caverns over, and on his skin?



Was ink... So much of it... Butterflies, women embraced by skeletons, daggers and bleeding hearts... So colorful, so random, like pieces of a story that had no words... No clear flow, rhyme or reason, yet spoke all the same. Her words of poison had urged him to find the herbs needed, and while he didn’t know what she had been poisoned with, it wasn’t hard to blend the remedies for the most common ones... Hell even children began to play with poisons at an early age, so it was imporant to know thier remedies, though that was information rarely shared... “Apologies Mistress, I know, the taste is quite foul...” He caught her grimmance but there was nothing he could do to help it. He had no deathshead wine, no honey, no lavender or mint to help ease it. No orange rind, not even a touch of died apple to help, and he felt as if he were failing her for it. Sometimes there is no other course...



He took off the wet curtain then, keeping his eyes averted the entire time, carefully dressing her in his mothers robe... Large but warm, comfortable, and it smelled of home... Home and herbs, incense, and... A touch of sex... It was, after all, the robe his mother wore when she took a lover down here... Though many wouldn’t expect it, her plumper form drove some human men wild, and she lured them down to these caves... Fucked them, tortured them, then killed them. She WAS a priestess, after all, that duty never stopped... Once Gia was dressed, he set her in his lap upright, facing away from him of course...



It was practical, it kept her upright so she could eat and drink, and if she threw up? Then she wouldn’t be laying in it as it came out... Plus he was a deal softer than the floor, and as his Matron, she deserved the best in every situation... But even as his matron, as carefully trained as his mother had made him, he knew... Knew she was arroused... All his years training as a whore told him in the way her skin flushed, her nipples hardening, the scent of her skin... She wanted it but hadn’t gotten it... Was she then waiting for a lover in that room when it all went to hell? It would explain the lack of clothes but... Nothing else...



Unless... That lover had been the one to poison her, an assassin perhaps, someone with a grudge... Not surpirsing... With all the power of a Matron, there also comes the risks, and there wasn’t a Matron alive who got to die of old age... He could tell the remedy was working, she was able to move, to twitch and shift... Though the wriggling... If she only knew... Just how hard he was fighting to keep from getting hard and insulting her with his errection... He offered her the laced wine, and while he knew it wasn’t idea, it would at least help her raw throat... It would hydrate her, nourish her, and in the end? It was all he had other than water and given all the chaos under the earth, there was no guarantee the water was safe at the moment. Once she had given her ok, he held it up for her, holding it carefully...



He was incredibly gentle and tender with her, caring for her as if she were his own wife, giving her all the respect and adoration her position demanded... Plus a little more on the side. He let her take as much as she needed, but he was carefully watching it too, knowing if she drank too much? She could get sick and throw up, which would go against what they were trying to do, trying to get her well... Of course, while he did this, it was impossible not to smell her skin... The soft hints, subtle and enchanting, he found himself unable to resist a deeper breath... Soaking up her smell and the soft notes, the gentle seduction of it, the way it teased at his senses...



When her breathing shifted he grew concerned a moment, his fingers daring to touch her neck, to feel her pulse... For any swelling... But a moment later, the way she wriggled in his lap, the press of her thighs... “Ah...” Was all he said before drawing his hand away. That was the lust coming to work... Funny, his mother must have REALLY laced the batch, because a Matron? Could have easily controlled herself under regular circumstances, unaware that she had been hit with lust so many times so far that if she were a dart board, she’d be littered with pins... She mentioned not seeing him before and he could only shake his head a moment... Trying to keep from looking into her eyes, ever respectful but it was hard, very hard given the situation... Their closeness. “No, Mistress, you wouldn’t have. I only came down in the summers to help with the harvest and on holidays, you are far too high to have encountered a slave as low as I. I’m three quarters cast so I was kept at the very back where I belonged...” But he had seen her... Seen her, and honestly? Lusted after her quite hard... But anyone with two feet and a heart beat could look at her and lust... So slender and curvaceous... So perfectly proportioned, the fat spread out idealy over her frame... Shit... He knew he had to be careful... He was having a hard time, after all he had been hit with the lust dust like anyone else, and only serious training was keeping him in check...



She touched him then and he went completely still, unable to resist looking in her eyes, the ruby parting of her lips... “Mistress...” He was a slave but he wasn’t stupid... A matron doesn’t ask... She takes. “I am honored...” He said before she kissed him, her nails digging into his skin, and it was then he just let go... Stopped the insane control over his cock and let himself harden, and she’d be... Quite pleasantly surprised... Thick and long he filled the curve of her ass and then some beside, promising an incredibly pleasurable ride, and all that? Before he so much as touched her...



He knew what she wanted, what she needed, but there were also protocol... “Mistress, I fear you can’t take your proper place atop me in your circumstances but... If you are willing to allow a slight shift?...” He’d ask, waiting for her words, the permission... If she gave it? That robe she had been put it would be slid right back off, all while she stayed in his lap, the fabric pooling around her hips... A bit of a shift, all so smoothly done, a master at his craft... He had his button and fly down with one hand while the other gently stroked under her breasts...



Ah but that wasn’t what she wanted... Soft wasn’t her craving right now she wanted... From the way she smelled... The look in her eyes... She wanted intense... Not brutal but she wanted... No... Needed to feel it... He guided her thighs to spread over his, sliding his hand down from her tits to her clit, his free hand lining them up... He let his cock rest against her entrance, and to her surprise, she would find he was just as well endowed as Nautilous had been. Thick and hard, hot, precum already starting to dribble around her beautiful dark cunt... He would guide her to lay back, to rest her back across his chest, her head in the dip of his shoulder... Once there?



He turned to look at her, full on eye contact there, his startling mix of blue to her own red... Locked on... He kissed her then, his hand coming up to clasp over her throat, thumb and finger over her pulses... Letting her heart tell him what she wanted... The other over her clit where he began to play with her, to ply his talents over her sweet little pearl and oh... Oh how did he know to touch her... When her pulse raced he knew... Kept it up, let it flow naturally one into the other, learning from her without words... Spreading her lips wide so her clit was exposed, middle and ring finger over it, circling hot and tight... Left... Right... Clockwise and counter... Speeding up then slowing down... Alternating the pressure, starting off soft but as her clit grew harder he increased how firm he touched it, waiting for that moment... Her climax... Vibrating his fingers rapidly back and forth over her clit to urge her to that peak and once she came?... That was when he slid into her, impaled her in a motion that was so fluid, so smooth it was like music... Rather than an invasion of her body it was more like he joined it, belonged inside her, gave her a feeling of such... Perfect wholeness... Complete and utter wholeness... He filled her like she were made for him, a glove for a hand, bottoming out in such a perfect way... Just behind her cervix, or rather, where it would have been...



He lifted his hand from her clit once she had given herself over tothat first orgasm, he knew she’d be so tender, so highly wound... Moving his hands instead to her breasts, to cup and stroke over them, gripping them in ever tightening circles... Just managing to avoid her nipples so they got harder, tighter, making her focus on them because he wasn’t giving them any attention... He was strong... Flexible... He began to fuck her then, deep solid strokes with just enough of a pop and push at the end to make her bounce in his lap, to hit that luscious pack of nerves there... So hard to reach but oh so fucking rewarding for the woman if her parnter could... Building her up to a deep orgasm, one that started from inside her bones, softer than a clitoral one but oh... It lasted SO much longer...



He showed her no mercy in regards to pleasure, he pushed her sweetly to those peaks, to the places she hadn’t been in for so long... And while he wasnt as good as Nautilous, he had something that the man didn’t, which was compassion... With Gia? She would feel loved... Treasured... Worshiped as he fucked her there, putting his heart and soul into the act, determined to please his Matron at any cost... But more than that? To please her, Gia Navere, to give this woman something she’d never forget... Finally, after severa long minutes of teasing, he finally captured her nipples in his fingers... Rolling and tugging them between fingers, twists and pulls... A pinch now and then, the drag of his thumbnail over the tender peak, going from soft to hard and back again... Taunting... Teasing... Working with her body to bring her to those places...



To his benefit though he had stamina too... He would bring her to one... Two... Three orgasms before he’d chage his pace... Pick it up... He was dragging this out, if she could keep track of time by the light outside the fall, she’d find he had already devoted an hour to her and he showed no signs of slowing down... Falling behind... Not a hint of fatigue... “Mistress... You feel like a goddess around me...” He breathed into her ear, his lips, his tongue tracing up to the tip... Using it against her, his fingers, cock and lips all over her body... Where ever brought her the most pleasure... Keeping his pace perfectly even and tempered so she felt nothing but pleasure from the start, always careful to put her first, to keep her pleasure on the forefront but never... Never really pushing it too far so that she lost the ability to cum again, rather he kept her dancing on that edge, almost too much but just shy of it...Never letting her drop back down completely...



He knew she needed more though, her body while it was being pleasured was demanding more, and while his stamina went for hours, he knew it had less to do with length... More to do with position... So he pulled out of her, slid her onto her back over the warm rocks there, pulling her legs to his chest... Spreading them wide so they drapped over his bent arms, making him feel as though he had doubled in size inside her, pushing harder and deeper into her, rocking her back... Hitting the angle of her g-spot while making sure his body rubbed against her exposed clit, his balls slapping against her ass.... He’d wring a few more orgams out of her in this angle before switching it up, dropping one leg, turning her to her side... Thudding into her... As the hours progressed, and yes, they were hours... He brought her to multiple screaming orgasms, ensuring she got the fucking of her life, using her in so many ways she’d lose count...



He had her in every angle she could imagine, on her front and her back, atop him and under him... She was flexible and he was incredibly skilled, his stamina still going strong, fucking her four hours and hours... Yet through all of hers he didn’t have a single one of his own, he put himself on the back burner, able to seperate his mind from the need but not the pleasure... A trick leaned and in this instance? Damned appreciated... He fucked her, made love to her, taught her body how to sing again... How to accept pleasure, how to know it intimately once more, how to embrace it... He fucked her through the entire time it took for the poison and the lust to leave her body, he fucked her until she couldn’t take anymore, until he knew personally? That the need she had was finally and completely satisfied...



His cock would begin to pulse then, his breathing grew labored at long last, and after eight hours of fucking her? THAT said something! “Mistress...” He’d say, a question in his voice, requesting permission... And if she gave it? He would let out a contented sigh, pulling her in close to him, cradling her close... Kissing up and down her neck, along her shoulder... Down her arm to her hand... Kissing every fingertip as his pace slowed, shifting it all from a delicious pleasure packed day to something deeper, something... Tantric... Nirvana... Soulfelt... He cradled her close, lifted her into her lap so they were eye to eye, chest to chest... His blue eyes dark with desire, sweat rich at his temples and at his throat, down his spine and chest... What he was doing was making love, and it felt far more intimate, more personal and soul connecting than perhaps anything she had ever felt before... So that when it was time for his own climax? He embraced her tightly, fully, his lips to her ear... “I love you...” [/b] He’d whisper before flooding her full of cum as he climaxed witha groan and a shudder, breathing hard as he shook a touch with the force of it all, his head falling to her shoulder...



That was his flaw... His stamina was incredible, he could go without cumming for hours and hours, but the drawback? Was that he needed a specific thing, to touch in a certain way, move so close... So intimate... He needed to feel it...To say it for him to reach an orgasm, otherwise? Well otherwise it just wasn’t going to happen... Given how dangerous that was to say to a patron at a whore house, yeah, not so good... Especially when a patrons begging for you to cum in her... Oh he’d had SO many confused clients, so many things he had to explain and at the years went on? It just got to be too much of a hassle...



With Gia? Why had he said it? Done it? Partially because after touching her for so long he was mad with need to feel his own release... Because he’d had a crush on her for years but knew it would never happen, she was a matron and he was a half cast mutt, the lowest of slaves... He’d never be allowed near her, let alone to make love to her, so it had been safe... But today? Well it was probably the only chance he would ever have to fulfil a desire, a need, a fantasy... She wanted him... In those moments her desire was for him and him alone, there would never be a chance for him to live out his dream if he didn’t sieze it now, and oh...



Fucking HELL what a dream...



He’d never cummed so much or so hard in his life, he flooded her inside and out with cum, feeling it gush out around her super tight pussy with each throb of his cock... There just wasnt any room for it... Without a womb there was nothing to fill, nothing but a sweet, white hot and tigher than anything a man could feel tunnel of pleasure... His balls were soaked with thier cum, the place smelled of sex, the only sounds other than the water was that of thier heavy breathing... He was perfectly spent, exhausted, and he needed sleep... He knew the lust had finally been burned out of her system, the only remenants now being the poison, but those were on their way out with all the sweat they’d made together...



He rolled them over, his arms still tight around her, his bicep a pillow for her head... “Sleep, my Mistress, your body needs to rest now that the poison has been purged...” After all, that long ass fuck session had an added perk of purging the poisons from her system, at least in the majority... Though now she’d be tired for a very different reason... He pulled a cloak up over them, sharing their body heat in a cave that had grown quite cold, the rocks under them still pleasantly warm... And while it was far from what she was used to? It was still comfortable enough for her to sleep... He? Would stay up and watch over her so she could rest peacefully...

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Ego was a bitch on a good day, and on a bad one, oh man that didn’t even bear being talked about. But that’s what happens when you get older, when you get ahead, when you get power... Look at him and Sydel, shit they were THE topic of choice when it came to Ego and letting it get in the way, let it determine their fates. How many years had they been together, known each other, but their egos...Their pride just kept pushing them apart, kept them from being happy, from being whole together... If he and Sydel had gone through it, she and Gia had no chance in fucking hell, but... Well, had he given them that? Had he, in the end, perhaps ruined what they had? Would Sydel wander off towards her love? The woman in red and black, for who had caused all measure of pain for thier children, for each other... Or would they let the past lay, it had been settled, mistakes realized... Would they want to attone for it? Would they become friend again?...



He would be lying if he didn’t realize that he had potentially opened a door to her hurting him, after all it was one thing with Diovan, they swaped wives like teenagers swap spit on lovers lane... But Gia?... That was a differnt beast altogether and he? Was unsure... But he had decided when he was given life once more, that he was going to clean up his past, make a straighter path for his future... He could never be wholly good, it was anathema to his nature, but he could try... He could make less mistakes, be less selfish, try to live for others and not only for himself... Love did that to a person, instead of taking away from a person, it just made them better. He liked to think he had that in him, and he had made his first real move in that in regards to Gia and Sydel...



He did what he had said he would do, he gave Gia a new chance, a future she wouldn’t have had before... Yes, it cost an entire local their lives, but in the end did it really matter? Everyone dies.... The drow basically begged for it on a daily basis. He had slaughtered thousands, more than enough to please his god, to get him back on that good side... To a point, of course, there was no way Khorn would ever give back his full powers... He was too formidable, less a pawn and more of a competitor, and no god no matter how strong appreciates competition. Lolth could shove it, there were millions of other drow all spread out, she’d not likely miss too many of them... In the end of it all? This was just who he was, he killed easily, without remourse or hesitation... But for the first time? He killed with a purpose, and not for himself, but for another person... To settle bad blood between his family and hers... Though he had to say... He did feel bad for her in a way... Anja had survived but that was the only child to make it... Vanima had smuggled her out early, figuring shit was going to go south fast, but in the end?... Anja couldn’t rule being half cast and Vanima? Ha! Gia wouldn’t hand it over, and even if she did, there was nothing to rule over... Gia was alone, free yes but freedom is a very desolate place, and Gia would have to rebuild her life all over again... Top to bottom... She’d never know what it was like to have a child out of love rather than obligation, never know that gentle happiness of being a parent because you wanted to, not because it was expected...



When Sydel didn’t pop up at his side like he expected her to, he knew something was wrong, that static line through their connection worried him... Set him looking for her, and finding her just in time, catching the brunt of the collapse on himself... Though it was far from easy to do, that poison was starting to leak through him, he could feel it after pushing so much power through his body... Expected it really, Gia likely would have brewed up something to inhibit his powers, otherwise she knew it would have been downhill faster than all get out. He got her out, kicking and pushing at a majority of that blockage until she could tumble out, dragging himself out afterwards... He suffered bruises and a few gashes, a broken collarbone but nothing too bad, unlike her... She looked like she had Deathshead wine flowing through her veins!



Once out he picked her up, held her to his side before lifting her to rest on his hip like a parent would a child, but hey... She wsa a tiny thing and he couldn’t use both his arms at the moment, so when in Rome, toga baby toga... Though he was surprised she was silent after a few moments, looking at her before laughing, stating she really had fucked the pooch... Followed by calling her a dumbass... But the way smiled at him, the mumbled comment in his head, all of it... He smiled back down at her, leaning into the kiss on his cheek, nuzzling into her neck for a moment. “Lucky I am for it too... You’re my moon and Stars Sydel... Don’t you go forgetting it, got it? No matter what... I’ll always come back for you.” It was romantic... Sentimental... Not something he would normally say but when you die? You learn to be a lot more open and loving with the people who have your heart. He asked how Gia was, stating that he’d never hit that now he was married, and the messages she sent him? “Jesus fuck woman... Where was I?!” He stated in mock outrage before he chuckled, shifting her a bit so she was more like a doll in his arm than a child, her ass resting on his forearm so her head could nestle in the crook of his shoulder and neck. From what he could remember, there was a small farming village near by, the drow often traded with them for foods that wouldn’t grow under in the dark... He had been carrying her for about a mile and a half when he could hear the sounds of a carriage coming along, taking them off of the main road, hiding behind some hedgegrow along the road...



It was a large wagon full of hay in the back, an older man driving it, whistling softly with a piece of straw in the corner of his mouth... He wondered... Looking to her there he set her down slowly... Quietly... He wasn’t sure just which way to go... Kill him or barter? Take the wagon or ask lift? He was about to come up on the side, intending to snap the guys nect and let Sydel feed before the blood clotted but as he got closer, he saw a little boy in the seat... Yeah... Nope. That did it for him. He hailed the wagon and asked if he and his wife might ride in the back... They’d been set upon by some robbers, their horses and belongings stolen, both of them being beat up but they had thier lives... The farmer was a kind soul and nodded, having his grandson run around the back and make a space in the straw, stopping for them to get up and in, at which case he would take Sydel in his arm again and set her on the back... Letting her rest there comfortably while he walked behind the wagon... Just watching her there, and for no reason at all, he’d just smile at her... Send her a wave of Love... Sometimes a little joke... Some bawdy humor along thier shared line... Keeping it open, hoping with use it might clear up a bit, make it a bit easier on them...



Four miles later they were at the small viallge and he was worn out but at least half of the poison was out of his body already, his collarbone had healed, the worst of his wounds had already healed over... Just bruising remained... They went to a small tavern that had a couple of rooms to rent, taking the best one and passing over a few silver coins for it’s use, and the two of them would dissapear behind the closed door... A change of clothes filched with money left behind, the two of them dressed up as commoners rather than warriors on the prowl... Not the neatest, and he knew she’d hate it, but they were clean and comfortable... A hot bath run for her to soak in while he took a seat beside her on a bench, taking up one of his favorite cigarettes and taking a drag, passing it between them to take the edge off...



“Now that... One one hell of a surface visit... But you’ll be staying her a while longer, yeah?” He knew about the note, Dio’s punishment, why it had happened... Bad things done for the right reason... He’d head back and talk to Hinali personally, level it out, get her to ease up a bit... After all Diovan had only done it to save the life of an elf... An elf who was the beloved and hand picked partner of her own Paramour... Surely she could give him a little flex? “You know where my Cabin is... You two can stay there for a while, it’s still fixed out and stocked, figure you two can live there until I work Hanali back around... I know why he’s in the shit but he did it for a good reason... I think once I talk to her about it, she’ll relent and let him come back home...” He didn’t need to mention that Hanali would likely ask a favor for the deed though, and Hanali had been flirting with him really hard lately, seeing him as a secondary flavor to Ace who was her favorite... “She might ask me to sleep with her though... If you say no I’ll try and work her around some other way... Might take longer though... “ Yes, he was asking permission to fuck a goddess she used to worship... What? He was married and he took the promises they made incredibly seriously, they were set in stone to him, and he wouldn’t break them. Once the cigarette was done, he brought her a glass of deathshead... Thankfully being a drow trading spot, they had a few of those delicious littel trinkets, and given she needed to relax? This was about the best they were going to get... So he handed her the wine before coming up behind her, sliding his feet into the tub before picking up a pitcher and dunking it, filling it before pouring it over her head... Removing the dirt and ash, the blood and bits of roots and stone, rinsing it clean before taking up the soap and working it into a lather, giving her a scalp massage while he worked... Babying her, really, figuring when all was said and done? She needed it... A lot more than he did.

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..fortune had shined upon her on this particular occasion.. she would have died in that hole.. that pit..her whole world around her would have collapsed and she certainly did not have the ability to move.. to scream.. to do anything.. she was practically just a doll..and in as much as she knew Sydel still harboured feelings for her.. the both of them would have died..he helped her to safety..he pulled her through the rubble and the water .. through the small crevices that lead to the cavern they would be calling their home at least in the short term.. it was warm and wet.. and safe.. and thats all she needed for now..

she managed to communicate to him that she'd been poisoned.. her words coming out stuttered and broken.. her voice was hoarse ..her throat raw.. he fashioned up a remedy ..she watched on keenly.. the ingredients he used.. the combinations.. he couldn't see it on her face but she was impressed.. because really he was half cast which meant he did not reside in her kingdom.. he must have had help.. he must have had an education to show him how to do this..

it tasted foul.. utterly so and the grimace on her face told him as much.. she heard his apology ..there was nothing to be done for it.. not really.. sometimes the cure wasn't pleasant.. he dressed her then.. the robe of pure soft brushed cotton and scales.. it smelt of sex.. of cologne.. poisons and potions.. a priestess.. far to big for her.. but incredibly comfortable.. she was thankful for it.. he pulled her to his lap then.. her back pressing to his chest..she wasn't expecting that.. the combinations of fluids in her body were playing havoc.. he offered the drink.. mentioning the lust it had contained within it..

oh she hesitated.. she knew it would tip her over the edge.. the one that up until then she was teetering upon.. she accepted it.. her throat was gracious for that choice.. the feeling of it sliding down was pure heaven.. it soothed her.. it washed away almost all of the earthy taste from the remedy he had whipped up for her.. but she knew.. as her body temperature started to rise.. that she wouldn't be able to hold it for much longer.. deciding to try and keep her mind occupied.. asking him questions.. broken as they were.. about who he was.. and that she hadn't seem him around.. he spoke on only coming down during the summer months to help with harvest.. that she never would have encountered him as he was far to low beneath her station.. it made sense.. he was right.. she never would have gone out to see the groups that worked.. she never actually saw them .. even knew what it was they did.. she just wasn't privy to it..

she was slowly regaining bits of her movement.. enabling her fingers to twitch and flex.. she couldn't help the wriggling upon his lap.. the way her thighs kept pressing and releasing as she tried in vain to appease the ache.. but no.. she couldn't.. she failed. she lost the fight.. reaching around to him.. her fingers soft and warm came to his cheek there.. her gaze lifting to find his.. seeking it out before he looked to her.. she heard his phrase.. his words on being honoured.. before she claimed those lips of his.. her free hand holding him.. clutching his knee tightly as her nails scratched through the fabric of his slacks.. her mind was a tangled mess.. it was foggy and heavy.. hot and held such an incredible need..

she felt his cock harden beneath her almost instantly.. like as if someone had flicked his on switch.. it took her by surprise.. he was considerably larger than she was expecting.. it filled the curve of her ass and then enough more to notice as she moved.. as she shifted.. and stretch she did.. almost rocking against it.. her poor heart was stuttering.. her breath was catching quicker than before.. she devoured his lips.. drinking from his breath.. he spoke when he could.. between kisses .. just in those little moments before she would collide with him once again.. he requested a slight shift.. that she wouldn't take the proper place in her current circumstances.. she managed a murmur -.. yes.. -she managed to utter.. one small three lettered word that opened up the flood gates..

he moved her.. held her.. manipulated her frame until he had that robe pooling about her hips.. she trembled a little beneath his touch.. feeling him shift.. as he undid his own slacks.. a zipper.. a button all done so swiftly.. so quickly and one handed no less.. this one had talent .. her free hand rose.. coming to settle just under his that was gently stroking her breast.. long slender ring littered fingers curled inward..holding him in place.. getting him to cup that same well rounded globe but with a lot more strength.. plying the flesh beneath his touch.. giving him the ability to toy and to torment to grip and release.. he caught on pretty quickly.. she wasn't up for a sweet kind hearted love making session.. she needed more.. she needed something harder.. not savage.. not brutal.. but with an intensity she would not have seen for quite some time..

her breath caught when he parted her thighs.. drawing them open nice and wide as his free hand snaked down between them.. she felt his cocks head pressing just lightly there to her entrance.. the width.. the heat..it made her shift a little it made her claw at her lower lip with her teeth.. her head came to rest there upon the dip of his shoulder.. taking longer.. deeper breaths.. it was all in anticipation.. he was lined up.. but what was he going to do?.. her gaze was looking up when he looked down to her there.. the two of them sharing that moment.. just gazing.. before he this time closed the gap.. and he kissed her.. she lifted her head a little in the process.. meeting him ..before resting back down upon his shoulder as he moved in closer.. his tongue.. his taste.. his kisses were fucking divine.. he held a grip upon her throat.. it wasn't tight.. it didn't restrict her in any way.. she elongated her neck just a touch to accommodate.. and then he shattered her..

teasing her clit as he parted those slick wet lips of hers.. he would have felt her body stiffen.. felt her body arch in an immediate response.. she bit him.. his lower lip then.. a quiet broken whine sounded.. he knew how to play her like a prized instrument.. knew where to press.. knew when to add more pressure and when to ease off.. if she had the ability to speak properly she would have probably just about sung for him.. but the most she could get out would be gasps.. would be muted cries.. though her features would tell him everything he needed to know.. she rolled her hips.. rocking against those tormenting finger tips.. feeling that pressure building.. and realistically.. with all the teasing..the lust.. the sex poisons.. if she were of right mind she'd be surprised she lasted as long as she did.. before she toppled ..her breath caught in the back of her throat.. she tightened.. she stiffened.. the climax ripped through her swiftly.. without a lot of warning or care..

though she was not expecting him to ride that quite like he did.. her mouth dropped open when he slid that long hardened length right up into her.. her body clenched him.. tightly.. it was an invasion she had not felt.. in quite some time and he was reaching areas.. that well.. honestly no one else had.. her eyes rolled back a little and her lids half closed.. her hands fell to his sides.. gripping his thighs.. his knees.. anywhere she could get a handle on as her nails scratched and gripped.. oh he was fucking incredible.. he cupped her breasts.. he stroked and caressed her.. he teased enough that made her whine.. he gave enough that her body remained confused on what it was feeling.. they fit perfectly...as if yes.. they were made for one another.. her toes curled..

oh she did not want this to end.. this was like nothing else.. he began fucking her.. those long deep solid strokes drove her to madness.. enough to make her body bounce.. those beautiful tits do the same.. swinging against his warm cupped hands.. she rocked her ass back when he lifted.. forcing him that little bit deeper.. that little bit harder.. she clenched her eyes closed when that orgasm struck her.. taking her on quite a wild ride.. it wasn't as sharp and as quick as the first.. but it stayed with her a lot longer.. she could say for certain there'd be no need to fake anything with this young lad.. he was no useless lover.. that only thought of himself.. he was no selfish partner that fucked only for their own benefit.. no.. he was being attentive..

he was pushing her to places she hadn't been.. climax after climax.. the two of them just moved in unison.. together.. like fluid.. like water.. they rocked, he lifted up.. she pressed down.. he touched her.. she reached for him.. the sounds within that cavern were exquisite to say the least.. the trickling water coming from the waterfall.. and then that of breathing.. heavy, hard and hot.. little muted cries.. skin slapping to skin.. there was no real rhythm to his movements.. he had no set pattern.. nothing she could expect.. she didn't know what he was going to do next.. and yet he just knew what to do..he whispered into her ear that she felt like a goddess around him..his tongue was hot and wet as it slid up along to the point of her ear.. she whined.. her body shuddered around him and that cock of his would have just about been squeezed out if he wasn't paying close attention..

this one had stamina for days.. and what may well have been hours didn't feel like it.. not really.. for the pair of them were just lost in the moment.. her heavy eyelids lifted when he pulled out of her.. oh that felt all kinds of wrong.. before he lifted her up.. carrying her across to the smooth flat rock she was resting upon only a short time prior.. she wouldn't fight it.. he could have twisted her up like a pretzel and she would have gone with it.. her legs were to his chest.. her body pulled open wide for him.. toes curling under as he dove right back into her.. rocking her back harder upon that stone.. her tits bounced.. she managed a moan.. it was breathy..all their actions.. all that sweat was slowly drawing a little more of those poisons out of her.. just bit by bit..his angle meant he was able to torment her with little more effort.. her clit was teased.. her ass felt that slapping.. she could watch him from this angle.. and she did.. closely.. the way his bodies muscles contracted with every thrust.. the strength shown.. the sweat that trickled down his chest.. his shoulders.. she'd rock her head back.. her mouth open wide as she gasped.. he was wrecking her.. ruining her.. destroying every single barrier she might have had.. he was doing it all.. and they barely knew one another.. there was no grand long history.. there was no back story there.. he just happened to be going through the main hall when her kingdom was failing.. and here they were.. like two pieces of a puzzle finally being put together..

he moved.. he shifted her positions.. thudding into her.. fucking her with speed.. harder.. faster.. his body slamming against hers.. slow and soft.. dragging it out till she felt the ridges around the head of his cock all but dragging against her entrance before he slammed back into her once more.. bottoming out each and every time.. she loved it.. she was loving all of it.. every single time he touched her.. every single time he kissed her.. she moved with him without hesitation.. without question.. she was open.. completely to his actions.. he had taught her so much in that time.. more about herself than she ever really knew.. she felt those pulses though.. something new.. something different.. hearing his breathing growing heavier and yet shorter.. his voice rang out to her.. questioning.. he was wanting permission to release.. she looked to him there.. those ruby eyes were striking if not a little foggy at this stage.. unable to be opened fully due to that session .. but she was a lot more content.. a lot more satisfied than she had been.. ever.. if she were completely honest with herself.. she lifted her chin.. pressing her lips to the corner of his..just lightly- let go.. -she whispered.. her breath catching against the back of her throat.. feeling him cradle her.. holding her.. the kisses.. all up and down the sides of her neck.. her shoulder.. his pace his demeanour.. all of it changed.. switched up.. to this slow..almost delicate love making..

she whined softly.. her breathing was soft yet short.. little gasps as she responded to his movements.. he pulled her into his lap.. her arms lifted with a little assistance to wrap around him.. the two of them were pressed.. body to body.. they couldn't be any closer.. she looked to him there.. she could see all the raw emotion upon his features as he was starting to let go.. she hadn't felt this either..and she was certain she'd been down this track before.. she'd made love yes?.. apparently no.. not like this.. nothing like this.. this was more like a dance.. her poor heart was aching.. and it wouldn't have been from the lust potions and poisons.. those were all but gone by this stage.. but would she recognise it.. that pressure within her.. was building back up.. slowly.. gradually..she'd climaxed so often in the past few hours.. her body was wrecked.. he held her again.. embracing her so tightly she felt she'd burst.. her body lined with sweat.. trembled when he made his declaration.. before he climaxed.. her lids clenched closed.. her own body tossed her off the edge of the cliff in that moment and she cried out for the first time that evening..her voice finally broke through.. the two of them just clung to one another.. shuddered and shook.. the cavern held that strong scent of sex.. the amount those two had just managed to expel was.. incredible.. he either had been storing it up or..they just brought it out in one another..

she wasn't sure what to make of his proclamation.. the whole action had brought tears to her eyes that since they were curled in to one another.. heads to shoulders he would not have been able to see.. when he rolled her over though .. she wouldn't respond.. she'd shut down.. with the need and ache of the sex and desire potions gone.. her body could now rest to repair.. to purge out what was left.. to burn it off.. she wouldn't have noticed the cloak.. or him allowing her to use his bicep as a pillow.. she just rested there.. peaceful close to him.. it would be hours.. and literally hours before she would stir.. before she her eyes would reopen.. he must have fallen at some point.. there's no way anyone would have been able to stay awake for that length of time after such a session.. she looked across to him there.. resting peacefully before her.. it would be now that she would see all the ink he had upon her frame.. the tattoos littered across his arms.. she'd never really been this close to someone with such a story on their own body.. there was a want to touch.. to trace.. a curiosity that caused her to reach out.. before she thought better of it..

slowly drawing herself up and away from him.. trying to keep him from waking..if anyone needed the rest it was him.. she pulled the cloak up a little.. making sure he was covered.. lingering a moment there before she would move to walk.. on somewhat unsteady feet.. oh an there was an ache there that was not there before.. it was enough to make her pause.. to make her draw her thighs in together.. to exhale a somewhat shaky breath..it was odd.. really.. the sensations left with her were quite lush.. her body had been pushed.. used to only the most beautiful extent.. oh that feeling would become addictive if she wasn't careful.. she murmured a little and moved to step around where he was resting.. picking up the semi dried curtain.. wrapping it around her as she stepped out toward the mouth of the cave.. it was night.. the middle of it to be exact.. the moon was high.. the air was crisp.. but it wasn't cold.. she clutched at the curtain.. drawing it a little tighter around her small supple frame.. she looked out over the countryside.. it was..so very quiet..

there were crickets and the like.. insects.. an owl or two.. but.. otherwise just silence.. and it was odd to her.. it was never ever silent in her kingdom.. wether it was from workers.. or torturers.. parties or tournaments.. there was always something going on in the background..she stepped gingerly out.. feeling the soft warm sands beneath her feet.. the sun had clearly been shining for a long time upon it earlier.. and it was holding it a bit longer..that and possibly the mess that had occurred beneath the surface.. lava spewing forth.. there was steam rising atop the pond ahead of her.. telling her of its warmth.. no doubt heated from beneath.. she glanced back over her shoulder.. noticing he was still curled up.. resting.. before she would step out.. dropping the curtain near the edge as she stepped down into the heated pool.. feeling the warmth clutching at her muscles until it came to rest there at the dip of her waistline.. she sighed.. her eyes closed over.. oh that felt good.. sinfully so.-

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..the two of them had managed to get to the surface Just in time.. as the whole kingdom of House Navere crumbled down.. everything was gone.. every person.. every body and structure.. animal and record.. it just no longer existed.. buried beneath a mountain of dirt and lava.. she landed face down in the dirt.. her body wrecked.. torn and scratched.. bloodied and dirty.. he picked her up.. she curled in closer.. clinging to him.. though he noticed quickly that the link that was usually incredibly strong between them both was little more than static.. and she was unable to talk.. he payed her out on it and she smiled.. telling him she loved him.. even if he was a smart ass..

he kind of made a wrong turn then and asked how Gia was in the sack so to speak so she showed him.. a flickered show reel of her crying out in pleasure.. of hands touching, bodies pressed together.. explorations.. the two of them were incredibly good for one another.. his comment.. his mock outrage made her laugh all be it little more than a breathy noise.. -.. You were out fucking everything that moved my dear Husband.. -she uttered into his mind.. sounding a bit like a broken skipping record but it was better than no communication what so ever.. she pressed her lips to his cheek there and she enjoyed that he held her a little bit tighter.. they came to the wagon there.. and he decided to behave.. and call upon the rider for aid.. the hosts were gracious and she was placed down into the soft straw and hay for the remainder of the journey.. she toppled down into a bit of a slumber.. nothing too deep just enough to take the edge off.. her body was trying to burn off the touch of poison that had been delivered to it.. and this was one of the ways it would try ..they had entered a small village.. tiny.. a dot on the map so to speak.. an Inn seemed like the easiest place for them to settle.. just for a night..

he paid for some commoners clothing and just as expected she was none to impressed at having to wear a dress quite like that one.. huffing at him as it hung on her like an old dish rag.. the bath was a pleasant surprise.. and she just wanted to curl up in it and die.. to just float away.. the water was warmed.. soothing upon her battle wounds.. her voice had returned.. but sounded a little crackled.. a little hoarse.. she took the cigarette.. drawing back on it.. letting the smoke numb the jagged nerves.. she nodded at his question.. slowly exhaling that thin line of richly coloured smoke-.. yes.. -she whispered.. curling up in that bath.. her head resting upon the ceramic side as she looked to him there..she knew he understood why she was staying.. her reasoning.. his option of using his cabin was appreciated..

-.. He did a good thing.. an extremely good thing.. I'm quite.. well.. disappointed that he was pushed out so quickly for it.. -she frowned a little.. a sigh sounding as she dipped her head down under the water.. looking up to the ceiling as she remained beneath the surface for a time.. little longer.. little longer.. before she took a breath as she broke through-.. His reasoning was sound.. Im hoping it was simply an oversight.. I mean.. of all the people to set out.. surely not the one thats only done good for her.. -she was a little worried about him.. and for her that meant a lot.. she only cared for a select number of people.. everyone else was expendable.. Everyone..she knew what he was getting at.. knowing the goddess had it hard for him.. the corners of her lips curled and she smiled-.. She wants you.. I know it..

-she tilted her head.. looking to him with those vacant colourless eyes.. she paused for a moment.. reaching her hand out to him.. waiting till he accepted it and she'd pull him so he could come up behind her.. -.. Do whatever it takes..-she pressed her cool lips to the back of his hand-.. to bring our family back together.. If you're going to fuck her..then make me proud my darling.. my dear Husband.. make her forget..make her bend to your own bidding.. I know you have it in you.. use it.. to your advantage.. to get what it is you want.. you know what I want.. -she sighed when he poured the water down over those tight white little ringlets her lids closing over-.. I want us together.. all of us.. -and she meant it.. she wanted him to have Belles and her.. and she wanted him and Diovan.. she knew Belles needed them both.. they were a unit.. a foursome.. they all Needed one another to survive.. -

[BadInfluence]

She had stated she hadn't seen him before, and nor would she, given just how many levels of class distinction that laid between them. What was she to do? Come mix with the lowest of the slaves, and her, a Matron? Never. That was like a Queen going to visit cutpurses and backsliders... Gia Navare WAS a queen in her own right, but ten times more powerful because a Queen had to serve her King, but a Matron? She was king and queen both, her lovers and husbands were only play things, one for pleasure and one for legitimate children... She had little and no reason to ever come within earshot of him, let alone sight, so the two? Had never mingled.



That didn't mean he hadn't seen her, royal functions and the like, ever proper drow was expected to attend. So yes, he had to hide himself in a cloak, and yes he had to stand in the back but even so? He'd seen her, developed a strong sense of admiration for her, a respect for what she had done... What she had survived... She managed to outlive several assassinations, the complete shift of war, the betrayal of husbands and lovers... And she did it all with grace, without tears, so fierce and stalwart... As he grew older he found himself fantasizing about her more than once, long dark nights in the caves, waiting to be told what to do... His body aching from the hard labor and still he found himself thinking of her... Wondering what she must look like under all those fine trappings... What she smelled like... If she made a sound when she was fucked or if she was one of those bautiful women without a wit of sensuality... She'd been his fantasy for some years, he'd fully admit to it, and he knew he wasn't the only drow male who wanted to get between her thighs...



Though it would seem he was one of the few who did, because the moment she touched him, looked at him... He knew what she wanted, and he was honored she chose him, because honestly? She could have just done it herself or simply waited it out, but instead she chose him to pleasure her, and that truly was a rare favor... To have a Matron pick you to share her bed? A priceless honor... Of course he wouldn't get hard until she had given him permission to, and once she said yes, oh it ws on... He didn't need another word to grow hard as tempered steel under her ass, filling the glorious crack of her ass and up towards her front, resting just shy of her clit... Yes, he was incredibly well endowed, a gift from his father... The father before him... After all you don't get a drowess with an elf male unless he's packing some serious hardware!



Though for all he was aware of how things went, there was no way she would be able to ride him, to use him as she should... The drugs, the poison in her system left her too weak, and he had to let her know... But if she still wanted him to please her, he was more than able, she just had to... Well.. For a better word? Submit to him in bed. He would take on the role of a male in any other sexual circumstance, though unlike most, he was still going to put her first. If he had known that she had nothing but shit fuck lovers her whole life, he seriously would have offered his neck to her as a slave through and through, if only because the fact that she had so many bad lovers? It blew his mind. She was the Matron! How could anyone do less than all thier bodies were capable of to please her?

Even without knowing all that though, he would do everything he possible could to please her, knowing his role with her... His place in their albeit likely temporairy relationship... After all, he was a slave in the end, even if she had no people to rule over? She was still a Matron, she deserved a male of a higher cast than himself, and he wouldn't delude himself into thinking something more could come of it. Instead? He focused his attentions on pleasuring her, going slow and sweet at the start but he knew without needing to be told that she wanted something a lot richer than that, something that would shake her world... He kissed her back, hard and deep, angling her against his chest so her head was shifted... Giving him more access to her mouth, to that sweet lust laced tea on her tongue, his own tasting of deathshead wine and elderberries... He took her tongue, suckled on it in time with his touches on her, fucking her head around... Keeping her high yet not always on the same angle, turning her pleasure left and right, keeping her from being able to expect it... There was a rythm to it but it was rapid and shifting, like the tango with it's throbbing passions and random tempo...



His hand over her clit earned him a bite from her and he moaned throatily, his fingers gripping her throat just a bit tighter than they would have before, groaning into her mouth as he fucked her sweet lips with his tongue and kiss... He relished the feel of her beneath his fingertips, like the softest suede, warmed in the sun and coated in honey... Slick and sweet, he could smell the musk of her arrousal, the hints of sweetness in her pleasure... How wet she was... How perfect her pussy, the shape of it, the dips and folds... The petit little pleasured curtains that kept her core a secret from all but the most determined of lovers... She made him ache beneath her, his cock dribbling precum along her slit, his fingers ever attentive... Stroking and rolling, pinching and rubbing, her body spoke to him... And unlike most men? He listened... To her heart, her breathing, the way she wriggled... The catch in her throat... Even the smell of her skin told him what she wanted, what she needed most, and he? Delivered... Dragging her through to places of pleasure she so desperately wanted to arrive at, sending her flying over that edge into orgasmic bliss, but he didn't stop there...



Sliding into her in one smooth, sex coated thrust, he had to admit... He was taken aback, shocked to his very marrow to find out how perfectly they matched up, how incredibly... Impossibly tight she was... It was like a glove, made to measure just for him, only to have it shaped and shrunk just that much more by heat until he couldn't tell which was him and which was her... "I've never felt anything so incredible..." He groaned around thier kisses, his hands atop her breasts, circling and tormenting... Keeping her on such a high edge, never really letting her fall but not pushing too high either, showing her the steps to a new level of pleasure... "So tight... Perfect... Feels as if I was made to love you... Every part of you... It sings to me..." Small words... Broken by hard breaths and kisses, but the truth all the same... He had never known anything half as incredible as her, every inch of her fit him, such a beautiful compliment... She was soft where he was hard, her pussy stroked and rippled over him like the lock to his key, and together they'd unlock a world of pleasure neither of them had known...



He praised her with hot words, whispering in both common and drow into her ears, worshiping her with lips and body... Praising her in a way she so rightly deserved... When she began to rock back onto him, he knew she wanted deeper, so he shifted a bit... Pulled her up higher... His hand over her pussy as he held her there, actually lifting her while rubbing her clit as he rocked up that much harder into her... Bottoming out and then some, pushing her to the point of near pain, that... Ideal level of pleasured agony that makes people a slave to pleasure... Dragging her through to that deep full bodied orgasm, dragging his tongue up along her ear, dripping more sweet heart felt praise into her ear... Feeling her clech around him so hard he found himself valliantly attempted to be pushed out... But rather than make it worse? It made it better, make him groan and hiss in her ear, biting her neck as he dragged her that much farther... Pushing himself and anchoring in deep until those white hot floods levied off a bit...



There was so much more he wanted to do, had dreamed of doing to her perfect, supple little body... He was hardly going to give up now, seperating himself from that part of his mind that triggers an orgasm, allowing the pleasure to flood but not to consume... Moving her a touch so she was on her back, granting him a different angle, a new part of her heavenly cunt to torment... Spreading her legs wide, grinding his groin against her clit as he fucked her hard and deep, his fingers digging into the back of her knees... Sliding up along her calves to catch her ankles... Bringing them up to his lips where he kissed along her ankle and shin, turning her a touch this way and that, making sure her honeyed walls were so perfectly tormented she'd never imagine anything better... He managed to be intimate and fierce all at once, giving her everything she wanted, everything she desired without dominating her... Thrusting into at this angle showed just how fit he was, perfect rippling muscles, that ideal mix of form and function... Not too buff or too lean, he had that idea drow and elvish body, with just a touch more definition because of his active lifestyle... And it? Was all hers, it was at her bidding, he was her slave...



He went for one hour... Then two... Three... Shifted her again, turned her onto her chest and had her ass up in the air, thudding into her so hard she'd bruise her knees... Pulling out just enough for her to miss him, almost to panic as if he were leaving her, only to slam into her hard enough to bruise... Yet always, always he kept just shy of that point, that perfect balance... He pulled her through every position she could have possibly craved, he fucked her for hours, showed her a world of pleasure she'd never thought existed... But he had his limits... His body needed release, it needed a climax or the pain would be close to unbearable, and he was no longer able to hide it...



That telltale pulsing, the need to release, and he had asked for position... She could have said no, he could have taken himself in hand, finished up himself... But she showed him kindness and let him finish inside her, and his whole demeanor changed, shifted... It became warm and soft, he held her like a lover, like she were his companion... A man might hold his wife... Tender kisses up and down her neck, stroking and plying his tongue along her skin, his fingers stroking up and down her back... One hand coming to cradle her head, gently and sweetly fisting his hand in her hair, the other holding her ass... She was everything he'd dreamed of and so much more, it was hard not to let his emotions take over, to guide him... The way he held her, touched her, made genuine and true love to her... He saw the look on her face, knew his own was as open as a book written in crayon, all his admiration and respect... Adoration and emotional bonds he had felt in his mind... He loved her he knew, and now that he had her, he was able to realize those own emotions for himself...



He knew he's daid them before during an orgasm, it had always been a complication, but it was like a hang up for him... But this time? He meant it... And he released inside her with a throaty yell of pleasure, panting and jerking as he loaded her up with more and more cum still, holding her close... Tight... Sheltering and protecting her as he thudded home over and over again, pumping her full of more cum than she'd imagine possible before he fell off, slowly going soft inside her... Just cradling her until even he couldn't take anymore... Laying them on their sides he said he would watch while she slept, his arm her pillow as he gradually slid out of her the softer he got, cum dribbling out after... The cave smelled like a bordello but better in his mind, and it was so soft, so warm and serene behind the waters... Perfect...



He had indeed fallen asleep though, there was no way to avoid it, not when he was so completely satisfied... He slept on until she left, and even then he remained so for almost an hour after before waking up, seeing she was gone. His first reaction? Fear. He shot up like a bullet and grabbed up his blade, holding it pressed to his forearm as he searched the cave before heading out of the falls, and it was there, a little ways away he saw her... Soaking in a newly made hotspring due to the activity below... He let out a sigh and shook his head, walking back into the cave he would pull out the now dry curtain and double it as a towel, bringing out the food as well... Silently setting it up behind her, he was still as naked as he had been inside, no reason to be ashamed of his body... The ink along his calves and shin... Just sitting quietly there, waiting for her to finish so he could feed her, and from there? They'd move out... "Mistress?" He asked quietly as he waited for her to turn around. "We should get moving while it's dark... Where would you like to go?... I await your instructions, Mistress..."

[BadInfluence]

"Damn those early days!..." He said with a laugh and a wink. Yeah, she wasn't kidding, he litterally fucked anything with legs. He'd been a very, very busy boy, fucking his way through every noble and rich household who could afford him. It was how he got so much money to provide for thier ever growing family after all, he had used all that money and invested it very wisely, and they could live off of dividens for generations untold... Providing they weren't stupid and sold off those very same investments. Not seeing that ever being a problem though he was sure they would always have money... "But I can't say my family hasn't benefited from it." A good chunk of Jacobs fortune was a sort of trust fund Nautilous had set up for him, enough to stagger and gag a sultan with his own gold mind sort of trust fund, giving him deep enough pockets to support even a spend heavy gold digger queen.



He spotted the wagon and played nice, he wasn't about to kill a man infront of his grandchild, as a father himself now? He couldn't imagine someone doing that in front of a kid, not now, anyways... Instead he asked for a ride, set Sydel in the back and let her nap, knowing she needed it. He would be fine walking, he'd done a hell of a lot worse, and his powers? Were slowly returning to him with the sweat he worked up as he walked. He was appreciative of the quiet time too, it let him commune with a few gods, though to be fair?... Haha... Yeah... They were polar opposites... Khorn had been first, telling him it was about time he paid up on what was due, and that the Navare territory had earned him half of his powers back... On a permanent basis... Oh how happy that had made him, he was pleased as punch as the saying went, and he pretty much puffed up like a bird in pleasure... For a while, at least, though that conversation was short lived... Hanali's was....



Well, it was longer, because as much as Sydel was upset with it? He was too. He'd known Diovan to devote his entire life to Arvandor, to her people, to his Goddess. To have such a swift movement over something as small as his own blood? Hell it was HIS blood, wasn't it, so why didn't anyone ask him if he wanted to have his brother booted out? Wasn't it partially his choice too? He'd brought all that up and more, pointing out logical arguments and everything else, but in the end? Hanali had her reasons and while he didn't agree with them? He knew why... That dictate had been a public announcement because of what he had done with Vanima, the way he had killed and stolen, wiped out families under an opium induced haze... Diovan had commited some evil things in those days, and that dictate was the law set down, an oath he had to take in order to remain in Arvandor...



He continued to talk with his second Goddess up to the village, and thorugh sky hints and between the line comments, he knew what was being asked of him... Hanali was at least pretty straight forward with her wants, even if she was a touch sky on leading up to them, he could comprehend enough of it... Hence when he brought them to the inn, getting them a change of clothes and a room for the night, he brough tit up... Ish...



He set her up a bath and set her down in it, letting her relax for a while as he pulled out one of his cigarettes, sharing it back and forth... Using it to take the edge off, to relax, because at the end of the day? Today was one HELL of a day... He mentioned her staying, he knew she would want to be with Diovan, to keep him safe... An elf on the surface world? Was always going to be in danger, and Diovan for all he was skilled, was a true elf in every sense of the world... He would be all thumbs on the surface and someone had to walk him through it... He would have stayed if things were different, but Sybelle was pregnant and they always tended to watch her a little closer in those months, she needed someone at home to care for her... Sydel staying behind made the most sense...



He let her slip into the water after she spoke, undressing and coming to rest behind her on the edge of the tub, just perching on the tiled ledge with his feet in the water... "He did it for all the right reasons, and I've told her as much, but the vow is old... And it was a public one so she had to follow through or risk looking like her edicts are less than stable..." He was silent as went under before she came back up, running his fingers through her hair, getting the bottle of shampoo to start to lather up her hair... Rubbing her scalp as he did so. "He killed a lot of people when he was using heavy, and not surface people or drow, I mean Arvandorians... Innocents... The blood was on his hands. His cost for staying home was to never commit a crime again, and stealing, well... It's still a crime..."



He mentioned there was a chance for him to undo it, to have Diovan come back home but... It wasn't going to come without cost... "Like a rash wants a good scratching..." He said with a laugh... Mentioning in a round aobut sort of way that chances were? She'd want a good hard fucking in exchange, but as a married man, he wasn't about to do that shit... He meant those vows when he had said them... Her answer was a balm though, it meant he could proceed without hinderance, without guild or the agony of breaking a vow. The rest though... The kiss to the back of his hand, the words, to make her proud and get what he wanted... "I promise I'll fuck her so good, she'll make a week long holiday in honor of her sublime banging, as for what I want..." What he wanted?... He paused a moment, reached down to rinse her hair, keeping her eyes free... "What I want is a marriage for all of us... For you and I, for Diovan and Sybelle, together... To share the same mind, the same love, the same heart... Sybelle and Diovan don't share the link we do, and we don't share it with them but... I want to... I'd want that for us... I want that for us... All of us." They were all dysfunctional on their own but together?... Together they fit each other like missing pieces, they were a complete tapestry, an ideal unit... It didn't make sense for them to be apart...



"It won't be more than a week before I can bring him home, but while I'm working our goddess arround, I did get a gift from Gia... Her son has been torturing Jacob for years, and even went so far as to poison his Rose with Trap of the Matron, which is why Diovan had to steal the items in the first place... Why don't you track him down and catch him? When Diovan can return home I'll come down and we'll set him up all nice and pretty... Let Jacob kill him... I know he wants to..." He said witha grin... It would be good for those two to do that together, and then to bring Jacob in... A sort of family affair.



Once he had her hair washed and rinsed he would wash her body proper, cleaning her in slow massaging strokes until she was butter, rinsing her down again before wrapping her up in a soft warm towel and putting her in the clean bed... He used what was left of her water to give himself a quick wash, making sure his collarbone was properly set before rinsing and drying himself off and going into bed with her, a wicked grin on his lips. "You know... Bells could use a pregnancy partner... You two seperated by a couple months would make sure neither of you had to risk it..." He teased, raising a brow as he came down on the bed with her, starting at her feet... Taking up a leg and hooking it over his shoulder, kissing the inner ball of her ankle and moving down, his cock growing errect and his grin? Promissed so much luscious mischeif... "We can at least try, right?" A naughty wink as he bit the inside of her lower calf.

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..she had slipped out of that cavern, that little pocket of peace that he had taken her too.. it was the middle of the night.. the moon was high.. there was no breeze, it was perfectly still.. the only sounds really were that of crickets, insects and maybe an owl or two.. otherwise nothing.. it was thinking silence.. or more so Forced thinking silence.. you had no choice..your mind would wander where-ever it so desired.. and if you didn't reign it in well there could be hell to pay..

the pond a little further ahead seemed to bubble..its surface held a healthy fog of steam telling her it was warmed.. she figured it probably had something to do with her home.. her kingdoms demise.. all that lava.. all that destruction.. she stepped down into the water.. it was lusciously warm.. it clung to her.. hugged her muscles.. she ached all over.. and not all of it was that delicious addictive kind of ache.. the rough and tumble when he pulled her out.. to escape was coming out in strain on her muscles.. and then of course yes.. he had well.. twisted her in ways that she had not been twisted.. moving in deeper.. till the water came to rest there about the dip of her waistline.. her lids closed over.. and she just stood there for a time.. she didn't say anything or do anything.. she just needed to unwind.. the corners of her lips curled a touch.. there was a fleeting thought there.. but in just as quickly as it had appeared did it so go.. poof.. gone..

she began to cup the water up along her arms.. over her shoulders.. wetting her face.. the delicate curves of her neck..dipping her head down beneath the surface of the water.. just for a moment.. only to surface..wiping the water from her eyes.. she'd hear his voice then.. making her blink as she turned to glance over her shoulder.. he was standing there in all his naked glory.. he was really a glorious specimen.. and there was even more ink there that she could see.. down along his calves.. his shins.. her gaze that striking red wandered over his frame as a whole..before it lifted back up .. lingering upon his eyes-.. mm.. you're right.. -she'd exclaim.. her voice had returned to its usual smooth decadent tone.. she reached her arm out.. hoping he would oblige to help her get out of the pond..

it had a bit of a steep bank.. not gradual.. she moved to stand then.. her bare feet coming to rest there upon the soft grassy edge.. she'd only come to around 5'4 ..meaning she had to look up to him.. taking the offered curtain then.. pulling it around her frame.. she wasn't cold.. she just needed to dry off the excess moisture.. he had told her they had to get moving and soon.. but then asked her where would she like to go.. she chuckled quietly then.. giving a little shake of her head.. she moved past him..back a little way toward where he had popped the food and other things.. sinking down to sit upon an overturned log..waiting until he himself settled down also.. before she would look across to him.. -..

How about.. -she dried her arms ..across the top of her shoulders-.. You just call me Gia.. I dont have a title up here.. I mean I dont even have.. -a Kingdom would have been where that was going.. her brow furrowed a touch and she turned her attention back to drying her skin-.. I dont think I caught the name of the young man who saved me though?.. -she lifted her gaze.. she couldn't remember him actually telling her.. or perhaps it was her memory and the fog coupled with poison and wine an sex.. she wasn't sure. but.. she couldn't place him.. -.. as for where to go..mm.. I dont have anywhere to go.. as sad as that might sound.. ive gone from having it all to.. well.. -she rubbed her lips together-.. nothing..

-she paused a moment.. looking to the bag of clothing he had brought out from the cave.. she shifted then.. dropping the curtain she had around her.. letting it float to the soft grass and sandy soil.. she was as expected naked beneath it.. her knees came down to rest there upon the soft slightly damp velvet as she pulled out a jacket.. it was dark, with beading upon the shoulders.. there was a basic top...a pair of boots.. and something else.. that kind of resembled pants but.. shorter.. her brow rose as she held them up.. she looked confused and a little curious.. -.. Whats this then?..

-she tilted her head.. Gia was a Matron..and before that a Priestess.. shes never worn a pair of pants/slacks/jeans and certainly not shorts.. it had always been skirts and dresses.. and nothing too terribly short either.. so.. showing off ones legs was an interesting development.. she slid the top over her head.. there was no underwear as such.. though her body was slight and those beautifully well rounded breasts didn't require a great deal of support.. just meant there would be a bit more of an outline thats all.. she reached back.. pulling her hair into a loose pony tail.. tying it back with that red ribbon.. just to get it out of the way for the moment.. -.. I will find a way to repay you.. for what you have done for me.. I owe you my life..

[BadInfluence]

After a session that had changed both thier lives, they had fallen into a rich, deep sleep... Restorative for them both, and given how much ah... Work he had done earlier... He had easily slept longer than her... Waking to find her missing caused multiple alarms to go off in his head, honestly he knew better but for some reason, he'd fallen so deeply asleep after... He couldn't make himself rest only half asleep, it felt like it would cheat the moment, cheat thier time... Coming out past the falls though he saw her there in a heated pool and stepped back, wanting to give her a bit of space a moment longer, gathering up the food and clothes he had pilfered...



He wished he had better things to offer her, but the village near by was small, just a trading hub... With a whore house so she had something at least... Semi-nice to wear but... There wasn't much there to pick from that would fit her, and the rest, they were... Well.. A young boys clothes, small enough to fit her delicate frame, but far from beautiful... They were purely functional without any bells or whistles, but they were at least clean and made of soft cotton, light in the summer heat...



Approaching her then he sat silently for some moments, as naked now as he had been before, and as ever? He adressed her with her proper title, his tone deep but respectful, always giving her what was her birthright... When she asked him to call her Gia... Asking for his name in return, he struggled a bit, rubbing the back of his neck. "My mother always told me I was never allowed to use a Drowess's name unless she was my wife... I'll try but... You'll forgive me if I slip up more often than not? Old habits are hard to break..." He might just not use mistress when he talked to her, but calling her Gia, it... It was intimate and personal, maybe moreso than the session they had shared, after all she had taken lovers and had husbands... Sex wasn't new to her... And every lover she took knew better than to call her by her first name, and if she ever slept with a slave, that was even tripply enforced... AS a half cast slave, the lowest of the low, imagining calling her by her name... He didn't feel like he had that right...



"My name's Rylder Ousst'atar" He said, and his name was a strong one, with surrpisngly lofty meanings... His mother had high aspirations for him when he was born, but when his skin never changed, when he remained too pale to be a drow... Well sadly rules are rules... He asked her where she wanted to go, if there was a place she desired to reside, or another home to go to... He had two after all, one above and one below, though things being what they were? The second home was no longer in existance... But surely she had one? Hearing she had no where though made him pause for a moment before he'd kneel before her, head bowed as fitting his station, because what he was about to say? Was pretty fucking ballsy... "Mis-... You have somewhere and you have something... You have me... I might be a slave, I hold no rank or position among our people, but I'm not poor... I would be honored to care for you, to provide for you until such case you want me no longer..." He dared to look up at her then, rising to stand, unable to resist...



Unable to resist her...



Closing the space between them he reached out to gently cradle her cheek, her skin was so soft and she smelled incredibly good, and moving in... Almost as if to kiss her... But instead he rested his forhead against hers, his eys closing for a moment, his free hand lifting hers to rest over his heart. "I was born too pale, that's not something I can change, but this heart? Is drow... I am drow... And I have always lived for you." [/b] He breathed softly, curling his fingers in around hers, giving her slender ring clad fingers a soft squeeze. "Do me the honor of letting me take care of you until you decide what you want to do with the rest of your life..."



He'd step away then and let her pick out the clothes, and at her comments he was once more reminded of just how poor the pickings were, and how inept he felt. They were clothes but... Just not... Just not what a Matron would wear... "Shorts... There is a whore house not far from here and these were the most decent they had that was in a size closest to yours... The rest is a couple of sets of farmers clothing, a young mans, apt to fit you and clean but... Very humble." He watched her get dressed, grateful for the control he had over his own body, or he'd be sporting a stiff extra limb at watching her... Naked, dressed, it didn't matter... She was bautiful... Worth destroying an entire civilization for... "Allow me..." He'd say, moving in to take up the shoes and slide them onto her feet, adjusting the straps at the back... A little roomy but better than too tight...



Speaking of repaying him only made him shake his head. "I exist because you didn't pass an edict banning the birth of half casts... Many a Matron before you and since have done so, but you chose not to, allowing me to be born. There is nothing to repay..." He would pack everything else up around them, leaving only the food for her, those dried meats and fruits... The tea? More than enough left but he had a feeling she wouldn't take any more... He'd exchange the tea for water when they found a clean spring... He shouldered the makeshift pack easily before going to grab up his pants and shirt, pulling them on with a slight face... Still slighty wet but they'd dry soon enough... He would then begin to lead the way towards the village. "I took a few rings from the treasury as the house was being destroyed... I'd like to barter with one at the village in exchange for a couple of horses... I have no gear that is fit for you to travel in on foot and I don't feel right having you walk to far to my home..."



With her permission and about an hours walking in companionable silence, they reached the village which was in all manner of activity given the earthquakes, a good thing in retrospect because it ment he could barter easier now than before. He located the horseman easily enough, a ring was produced in exchange for the two best horses he had, including all the tackle and feed for a week... He would saddle her horse up personally for her, helping her into the saddle, using that red velvet curtain as a sort of cloak for her that kept her hidden and covered... After seeing to his own horse he moved on, heading to a small shop that told clothes, picking up a pair of boots for her that were her size, and a long dress... Simple but better than what he had filched... They could get better quality later, for right now he was more interested in her comfort, the ease she could move in.



They'd leave the town behind them then, the entire thing had cost a single ring but it was still more than he wanted to part with for her, but he had come to visit only... He hadn't brought any of his money with him so there was nothing for it... It would take a full nights ride at a brutal pace before they'd reach the seaside town where he lived, it was a decent sized port with a deep, safe harbor... But that wasn't where they went... The sun was coming up and he knew it would hurt her but... They were so close... "Keep your eyes closed... Lower the fabric... I'll lead your horse for you. We're almost there." Hopefully she agreed, and if she did, he'd tie her horse to his as he lead them... Another three hours and they were on the outskirts of town, the sun was up and warm on her back, the smells of fish and fresh bread on the air... Another hour and they were away from the village, towards what could only be called a deep circular cliff in the face of the coast, and if one had a keen eye... There were houses here and there dotted in the stone face, metal laders hanging from above to personal residences, though from the look of it? There hand't been anyone living in many for a long time, the laders were broken and short, some no more than rust imprints on the grey rockface... but one? One was in perfect order, hanging down to a location right above the water, a small island of green on the front... Bright pops of colorful flowers swaying in the wind... The water below?



Crashing and roaring, rising and falling, a turbulent mix of deep grey water and startling white foam with thick fronds of seaweed and kelp... It was loud, almost deafening, and the wind cut like a knife... He would slide out of his saddle, his legs protesting being in such a position for so long, and he could only imagine how bad it was for her... Helping her down right after he released the horses and loosened all the tack, dropping it in a pile and slapping the asses of the horses so they could run free... "Just a trip down the lader and then we're home." He stated and it was obvious that he was glad to be home, for as much as he loved his underdark, he had spent most of his life here. "I'll ask you to hold onto my back as I do this... The rungs are new but the sea salt eats through everything here, so they're slick and I don't want you to fall." Hopefully she did and he'd wrap her up around him just in case with that red curtain, sort of like a baby sling as funny as it was, it kept her safe to his back as he moved... Going down the ladder like greased lightning, it would definately feel like her stomach was dropping out before they stopped suddenly, his rough hands easily clutching the bars to stop their sudden decent. A short drop to the grass beneath and amid the smell of salt and cold sea air, there was the scent of flowers, tomatoes ripening in the sun... He untied her and if she opened her eyes? She'd see his home, built directly into the rock face of a large cave, windows dotting the front with a large glass door... He'd take her hand in his, linking thier fingers oh so intimately before he would lead her into his hime, and once inside?



It had all the comforts of a drow home and then some... Big open spaces, rich furnishings, the smell of stone and earth... But fresh and clean, open to the air and sea, creating an atmosphere that was both comforting and refreshing all at once... There was hard wood panneling here and there, breaking up the natural stone formations into something much more habitable, a kitchen area and a den... Bedrooms and bathrooms of course... It was built for a family though he rolled around the place like a pea in a bucket. "I'd hoped to marry a drowess this year, I have a sizable dowery and a good income, enough to enable me to purchase a wife but... Well that certainly changed." He said with a warm, rich laugh, taking the pack and the red curtain away, packing it up in a closet by the door where they hung from natural ledges. "Pick any room you like and it's yours... I'll have dinner cooked in a few minutes, along with some wine to restore you... If you need or want anything, don't hesitate to ask, I am your humble slave..."

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..she had told him she could call her by her first name, that she held no titles now that her kingdom was gone, she was just another female drow when it came down to it all.. he seemed to struggle with that though.. she watched him as he rubbed at the back of his neck.. hearing him speak on his Mothers wishes.-.. Your Mother taught you well.. a very respectful young man.. -she nodded.. pulling herself up out of the heated pool there.. using his hand if he offered it.. before she would wrap herself up with that thick velvet curtain.. -.. I dont want to make you uncomfortable.. -she shook her head-.. Call me what you like.. really.. it's fine..

-in the end it all didn't really matter that much did it.. she dropped the curtain there.. pressing her knees down onto it as she fished around in the bag of clothing.. he told her his name.. Rylder.. -..Rylder.. -she repeated it as she pulled the jacket, the top and those few other items out.. -..Its a very strong name.. very Brave.. your Mother must have had very strong aspirations for you.. I'm certain Ive heard the surname before.. though.. my mind and memory right now are perhaps a little foggy.. -he had asked her where she wanted to go.. did she have a direction in mind and when she thought on it.. it stung a little more than she would have liked.. she exhaled softly and explained that no she didn't have anywhere.. she held no rank, no title, no positions up here and everywhere that she had stayed when she was on the surface had since been destroyed or.. well she was no longer welcome..

she tilted her head to look to him when he said she had him.. that he was just a slave that held no rank or position but that he was not poor.. that he would be honoured to take care of her.. before he moved.. before he shifted.. closing the gap.. her breath caught when he leant in.. his forehead pressing to hers.. her own eyes closed..she felt his fingers curling around hers.. guiding them to his chest there.. where she would feel that steady pulse.. she'd feel that warmth.. he had rested her hand over his heart.. such would not be lost on her..he proclaimed his loyalty to her.. that he had always lived for her.. the corners of her lips curled.. just a little.. -.. Thankyou -she spoke softly.. giving his hand a gentle squeeze in return.. she had had people tending to her in the past.. she'd owned numerous slaves up until this point.. and heard a lot of similar things.. many proclaimed honour and fealty , all of it to keep themselves from dying.. to remain alive as they knew if they displeased her she'd simply have them destroyed.. but with him it was different.. he could run.. he could have easily killed her..he could have left her there.. he could have abused her..raped her.. done whatever he pleased in those earlier hours .. she was completely and utterly vulnerable.. but he didn't.. he loved her..he tried to help her.. cured her.. and now is clothing her.. feeding her and would be helping her find her feet in a different world.. he meant it.. he meant what he was saying.. it was true and honest in his heart and that struck her deeply..-.. You're doing me a great kindness Rylder.. I wont forget it.. -her gaze that ruby red lifted.. watching him as he stepped back away from her.. before she would turn back to the clothing..

it would be then that she would find these shorts.. this rather odd looking piece of bejewelled underwear.. or so it appeared.. he explained to her what they were.. she held them up.. turning them this way and that before she slid them up those long slightly scarred legs.. they were a little on the big side and hung low upon the rounds of her hips.. but they were something in the least.. the top settled on snug.. the jacket soon after.. he asked to pop her shoes on for her.. she moved to stand then.. placing her hands upon the rounds of his shoulders for support.. feeling the leather encase her small feet.. they were a little roomy but they were comfortable..she was dressed then.. it looked very out of place for her.. but realistically she would fit in better amongst the surface folk not looking quite so above everyone else.. he spoke of his ability to exist because of her.. because of her not passing the same laws as the Matrons before her.. and even those Matrons before them.. -.. I certainly ruffled a few feathers with that one.. -she chuckled a little.. and she had.. the arguments that were caused over her refusing the pass that edict were incredibly long and savage..

she got into a world of trouble for it from quite a few cities.. but it allowed her kingdom to grow a little more.. and her people had a bit more faith in her than was the norm in others.. where fear reigned she had support.. though they also knew she ruled with that iron fist.. and that at anytime she could have taken it all away..-.. I have a half cast daughter. -she offered a little nod of her head.. taking some of the meat and dried fruit.. greatful to have something in her stomach other than the remnants of poison and wine.. -.. I'm not sure where she is though.. if she made it out.. -her brows furrowed.. most of her family were far flung.. they decided not to reside down there.. but she knew Anja did.. she watched him as he slid those items of clothing on.. the way his muscles flexed.. the tone and definition in his arms.. his legs.. her poor heart took a few tumbles.. she almost chided herself.. she barely knew him.. the two of them walked then.. for quite a distance.. just in that companionable silence.. the moon was high.. they didn't have a lot of time.. but they could at least get somewhere before sunrise she figured.. she nodded when he spoke on taking a few rings from the treasury ..that he was going to barter to get a few horses from the village.. she glanced down to the rings upon her fingers.. sliding them off.. one after the other.. before she slid them down into the pack he had on his back.. -.. Whatever you think is best..

-she slid her hands down into the pockets of her jacket.. her gaze falling upon the village as they grew closer and closer to it.. there was a great deal of activity.. so many people ..a few drow that had managed to get out.. the talk of the town was that the kingdom had fallen.. and that the Matron had fallen with it.. she glanced toward him there as he organised those horses.. she just really wanted to get out of there.. she didn't want anyone to notice her.. he had organised a dress and boots for her.. she offered him thanks.. sliding the boots on as they would be a lot easier to ride in.. but leaving the dress just for now.. he helped her up onto the saddle.. there was a little adjusting.. shorts were just the oddest things.. before the two of them would take off in a mad panic.. the speed and terrain was pretty brutal.. he knew that time was of the essence.. and they had a lot of ground to cover before the sun would become a problem.. the smell of salt was the first to hit her the closer they got to the sea.. she'd only really been close to it the once.. and that was a very long time ago.. the sky was growing lighter and lighter.. those rich colours were appearing on the sunset..

he called out to her to lower the fabric.. to keep her eyes closed.. she pulled the jacket up and over.. drawing it over her head there.. she couldn't see a thing..it was an odd feeling that was very reminiscent of what had happened to her back in her kingdom.. when she did not have full control on her faculties.. she felt the horse jerk forward a little as the rope between them both tightened.. before they would be on their way once more.. she had no idea where they were.. if someone asked her the direction shed have been completely lost.. the warmth on her back was so foreign.. she was not used to having the sun upon her body.. upon her skin.. her legs.. her arms.. she could smell subtle notes of fish.. there was some kind of flower.. but she couldn't see anything.. her gaze remained covered and her eyes were closed.. she learnt from a very young age what happened if she stepped out in the sunshine..those sharply pointed ears twitched to the sounds of the crashing waves.. it was a little surreal really.. not something she heard often.. if at all..

she twitched a little when he reached to help her down from the saddle.. her hands reached out for his.. waiting.. before she felt his touch and she used him as an anchor before her boots were once more on the ground.. yeah her body ached.. for a multitude of reasons.. but riding for that long after the walking was tiring on her bones.. she walked with him.. guided by him as he spoke on a ladder?.. that she was to hold onto him.. she did as instructed and she held on incredibly tight.. her fingers only curling in almost scratching through the fabric of his top when the two of them fell so rapidly down ..before he slowed them to a stop and she was able to stand once more.. her stomach was quite twisted by this rate.. she took a much needed breath.. -.. Wow.. that was pretty intense..

-she chuckled lightly.. ears taking in the sounds before she would reach up.. to let her jacket fall back down.. her lids remained closed a little while longer.. she couldn't see any great light peeking through them.. nor any amount of warmth so she figured there was sufficient cover.. she blinked.. cautiously a few times.. allowing the area to come to her.. her vision to catch up as she caught sight of this home of his.. how it was built into the rock of the cave.. so many windows.. the smell of flowers.. of vegetables and salt on the breeze.. she was quite impressed really it was unique..

she stood there awed for a moment before he would reach for her hand.. she'd feel his fingers curling around hers.. linking together.. she paused a moment longer.. looking around the area before her.. just drinking it all in before she would fall in to his side there-.. Wow.. this is.. impressive really.. like nothing I have ever seen.. -he guided her in and it would all be on display for her.. the big open spaces ..the rich furnishings.. for a slave he had done incredibly well for himself.. he guided her around..showing her the bedrooms.. the bathrooms.. it was clearly built for a family..she heard his comment on hoping to marry a drowess.. that he had the dowry and more than enough to purchase a wife.. but how things had changed..

she glided her fingers across the back of one of the chairs-.. well yes and no.. there's other kingdoms though.. not just mine.. -she glanced across to him there from the other side of the room..-.. You're still so young Rylder ..there's no great rush.. I'm positive you'l make a very good husband.. you're set up here is.. incredible to say the least.. I mean.. I wasn't sure what to expect.. this home is beautiful.. you should be proud.. -he told her to pick a room.. that if she wanted for anything to just ask.. she lingered a moment longer before she moved down the corridor there toward the rooms.. finding one that would suit her just fine..

it had a comfortable bed.. a dresser with a mirror.. cupboard.. it was furnished ..she didn't really need a lot.. she sunk down to sit upon the end of the bed.. reaching down to remove her boots.. her feet hurt a little but the soft rug beneath them felt incredibly good.. she rested the dress down upon the bed.. the one he had brought for her.. removing her jacket.. peeling that tank styled top off.. she rolled her neck.. it was an absent feeling really.. being so far away from everything she knew.. like sure.. her kingdom was gone.. her people gone.. but.. it was the small things that kept her feeling a little off centre.. the lack of underwear was just something she had Never experienced.. the shorts.. the earlier feeling of the sun on her bare legs.. so many things.. just odd.. she slid the zipper down on the shorts.. letting them pool at her feet as she stepped aside.. she picked up that dress.. sliding it onto her frame.. it felt a little more free..it was loose.. comfortable.. covered more.. yet revealed just as much with her frame bare beneath it.. she took up a brush then and began to run it through her hair.. she could smell that he was cooking.. or baking.. or something.. -

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His mother had amazing foresight, some even whispered that Lolth herself visited his mother, told her things of the future... She always seemed incredibly well prepared, few, if anything ever shocked her... She was always just that one step ahead of the game, of her enemies and her friends, and she passed that onto him. She had trained him before he ever started walking about manners, respect and position, his place in the world... The surface, sure, no one really cared... But in Menzoberranzan? You had to be sharper than a razor to survive, especially as a half cast, so his manners? Were flawless.



When she told him to call her Gia, he couldn't, not really... Despite what they had shared earlier for the entirety of a day? It felt too intimate, like he didn't have the right to call her that, he hadn't earned that privilege... He might some day, he may feel like he had done enough to do so, but until then?... He paused a moment before he smiled at her. "... I don't feel like I've done enough to earn the right to call my Mistress by that name, but you know, Beautiful really suits you... So does Gorgeous... I could do that as easily as breathing.." Yeah, he couldn't use her first name, but he was totally ok with a pet name... Maybe he was an odd ducky at the end of the day.



"She did..." His mother had hoped he might come out darker, marry a fellow priestess, continue on the line... But sadly that moon elf blood was strong, and it would probably take multiple generations down the line before it leveled out... Vanished enough to allow them to pass as full drow... Until then though? Well, he had his name, and she? Made sure he lived up to it. In regards to the surname though? "My mother's mother was one of the personal guard of Matron Chaka, they were on the surface when she met my mothers father, a moon elf looking to trade. Matron Chaka dismissed her for it and exiled her." She had him, left him on the surface with her father, then came to Menzoberranzan. "She married in a different city later on, had proper drow children, one of them my mother." He said, going down the line a bit, and with good reason. He came from a strong line of women, even as the male and the last in the line, lineage was strong. Even the moon elf side was a pure line, so really all in all, he was good breeding material. He just had to but his way past the pride of coloring was all, but that was over and done with now, he'd not marry anyone else.



If she thought he had ruined her? She only had to turn her head and look at him... He was even more shattered by what occured between them than either could imagine, let alone admit to.



To admit his heart hurt for her was easy though, she'd been born to a life of privilege and power, not just due to her sex but her family name. She'd fought to keep it, to strengthen it, fucked and married her way up that ladder to the top... Hearing her voice as she said she had nothing, nowhere to go, that truly cut him deeply. Her whole world had been destroyed, and he couldn't imagine how hard it was for her, how absolutely alien... To him? It had always been a divided life but for her?... She'd only ever known one. "It's what I want to do... Being around you... Knowing I can help... It makes me happy." He'd release her fingers that he had placed over his heart letting her sort herself out, get her head on right, while he? Presented her with what he had filched... Not a great deal, hardly worthy of her, but pickings were slim on the fly...



That was said with a wink before he explained what her clothing was, the name of the bottom sort, which were shorts... He would be lying if he hadn't been watching her get dressed, and the lack of undergarments while entirely enjoyable for him, weren't on purpose. They just weren't on hand. Not that she needed them, no reason to wear a corset there was nothing to bind in, and a bra? Just seemed a shame to cage such magnificent creatures that her breasts were... Like putting a layer of black paint over the mona lisa... He mentioned she owed him nothing, and she didn't, hell he was only alive because of the edict she had passed down... Many half cast were sacrificed to Lolth or any other God or Goddess of their choosing, but she had allowed their birth, which had in turn allowed him to live. "Maybe one of the Gods guided you?... Allowing me to live so I could return the favor and save your life?" That... Made a lot of sense to him after all. The web of Drow lives were large with many strands, many twists and turns, there was no reason that couldn't be the case.



When she mentioned Anja though, wondering if she had made it out, he nodded his head. "I saw her on the surface on my way down. She was heading to the port city to attend some sort of speech, at least, that was what she told me?" He had seen her, the two had stayed at a similar location when he had been in that town on business, someone had asked him to kill two spies who were pretending to be nurses in the area... Easy job, burned the building down to destroy evidence, it was cake... No one saw him come, no one saw him go, and the bodies had no sign of how they had died... A simple ice pick to the heart for each one, right between the ribs while sliding a dagger through the inner thigh to sever the main vein?... Total cakewalk.



Packing things up, he was aware of her watching him, and he? Oh he was beyond flattered... He had said it was an honor to satisfy her, and it was, there was no doubting it. It had been the greatest moment in his life, hands down, and he hadn't wanted it to end... He would have given up quite a bit to have lasted a couple more hours, to drag it out a while longer, if only because he knew it would never... Ever be enough... She had felt like a Goddess around him, too tight but only in the most pleasurable of ways, and the way she smelled? She sounded? The way she shuddered and shook as she climaxed for him? It was worse than any drow drug, but he also felt it was a one time thing, that she would never request for his pleasure again. Even without a Kingdom, she was still a Drowess, still a Matron... Banging a half cast slave? He wasn't worthy...



Watching her slide the rings off he shook his head, reaching out to stop her but he knew better, he let her finish but rather than take them all out? He only took the one. "Just one is enough... I know these are the last bits of your home and I won't ask you to part with them for long... I can come back and buy it again but for now sadly it's all the currency either of us have." After that though? It was a quiet walk through the woods, there were bigger things than them in those trees, and only an idiot carried on a conversation like that... Especially at night. It wasn't till they hit the clearings, the lowlands that had been cleared for farming and cattle that they spoke, and that was only for her to wait a moment... He'd go in and trade, getting them the horses, a change of clothes for her that was much more correct... Still too humble for her but better than a whores clothing.



Once that was done they mounted up together, and like her he noticed the shake up, the few who had escaped... Outcasts who lived on the fringes of drow society, the useless and the unwanted, the plague riddled and the poxy... He wouldn't dare let her mix with such garbage and instead of spending the night in a rented room, he pushed them hard through the rest of the night, turning a casual two day ride into an overnight race that nearly killed the horses... It got them there before the sun was up though, allowing him to get her to her new home before things became unbearable, after all as a full Drowess? The sun was agony for her...



His house was built into a hollow of the cliff over a sea, just enough of an outward jut from under the lip to allow some flowers and plants, the random cluck of a chicken or four... The roaring, crashing of the sea beneath, the cold crisp wind that blew up almost like an icy caress.. They had to go down the ladder, and while he would have preferred to go much slower, they didn't have a large amount of time to take it casually... The rapid fall was his usual when alone... "It's never easy... It even gets me from time to time and I've been doing it for years..." He'd guide her in, the shade was still deep over the area, allowing her to see his home in... Relative comfort?... Unique it certainly was, it looked invisible from the distance, perfectly blended into the cliff face... The only give away? The windows. Those he often covered with dried kelp matts and moss to keep the light from reflecting off of it, ensuring it remained hidden, undiscovered...



"It's home away from home... I don't like houses above ground, everything creaks and groans, and smells strange... Trees are not my forte either..." He linked her fingers with his, a gentle squeeze before he lead her in, explaining the reason for it's size... He had hoped for a large family, perhaps three or four children, maybe more... He wouldn't have been picky with a wife, so long as she was pretty and respectful he wouldn't have cared if she was a bit older or dumb as a post... No drow ever marry for love, ever. It's almost a taboo thing... You marry to advance, to have children, and love? Love is for the affairs, the mistresses, the slaves you buy to fuck and be fucked by...



The architecture was unique, just enough influences to keep the stone from feeling and appearing too cold, but not so much as to ruin the fact it was indeed a cave... Supports of stone pillars had wooden shelves on them with plants only found in the underdark, a table for mixing potions and poisons like found in every drow household, a kitchen table and the kitchen itself... Several rooms, some quite large others smaller, those for a Wife and of course a house slave or two... The others for children... Bathrooms because seriously? Yeah... He wasn't going to fight for his turn if he needed a bath. She mentioned he was still young, that he could still find a bride, and he just shook his head. "If I were pure, maybe, but I have no connections to any other village... It's one thing to have a priestess of Lolth bargain on your behalf, that was the one thing going for me, but now? It's gone."



Yeah, it sucked, he hadn't really thought about what it all meant when it came crashing down... The end of his future thoughts of a family, of a wife and children, of growing old with someone. It was alright though, so he had lost his chance to marry, she? Had lost everything she had ever known her entire life. His loss was miniscule, laughable in comparison, and he knew it. He told her to take her pick of the rooms, he would be making food for them as she settled in, and while she did? He got changed, he barely ever wore anything at home, it made no sense for him to. He stripped down and donned nothing but a pair of very tight shorts that hung low and clung to his frame like a pair of boxer briefs, and if she were to come out and see him? She'd notice every long, deep scar on his back, evidence of cat-o-nine tail whips with blades on the ends... He'd been whipped multiple times over the years, creating a pattern on his back so elaborate and involved Lolth herself would appreciate it, the scars of varied colors... Some old and pale white, others new and still quite angry and pink, waiting to settle into the muted colors of flesh.



Going out into the yard, the was the sound of something flapping hard, muted cries... A sudden sharp snap... Bringing in one of the chickens, it's neck neatly broken and painless, he brought it into the kitchen to cook. He was an old hand at this, skilled and efficient, so as he plucked the feathers he had some simple bread rolls in the oven and potatoes boiling in a pot over the fire. It took maybe an hour? Long enough for her to get changed and settled, to brush her hair and sink into her own skin a bit, but once she had? She could smell the scents of spiced chicken on the spit, being churned by a stream of water that ran in a channel along the cave walls... Incredibly useful when you live alone and don't have time to keep turning something over the fire.



He'd meet her in the room she had picked then, a bottle of deathshead wine and a glass in one hand, a packet of laced cigarettes and a whip in the other... He'd present these to her on the table that she had been sitting at, popping the cork on the wine to pour her a glass, lifting up the whip in the other.... Handing them both to her he'd stand there with his arms at his sides. "Dinner will be in a half hour... There's enough time for the whipping before then." Whipping? Him whipping her? Hadly... Rather he left the room, fully sure she would follow before turning down the cavern shaped hall, towards a room she would have seen... Painted red, some of it in blood and others in rich lacquer, it almost glowed against the black leather furnishings... The ropes and chains, the shackles and manacles, torture devices like a rack and thumb screws... He went to the wall where there was a large golden colored grate, bright copper and brass polished to a brilliant sheen, quite smart considering that those metals kill bacteria... Keeps from infection... He'd lift his arms over his head and grip the openings in the metal mesh with his legs slightly parted. "I took advantage of you... I had no right to make love to you or to taint you with my seed..." It was the life of a slave... Even when you did what your mistress wanted in bed, if you went through every hoop and noose, you were still whipped... At the end of the day you were still a slave who dared touch a Matron or Priestess and you had to be reminded of your place, lest you get familiar and arrogant, disrespectful to the more powerful sex.




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..he had taken her on quite a journey.. through the wilderness.. the thick of the forrests, the pen spaces of the valleys..and then into a quaint little village.. one she was certain she had not visited before.. he'd bartered for goods.. for horses and clothing before they were off on a mad dash to get to what she figured was his home?.. before the sun would come up.. however they would fall just a little short and she'd have to spend a short distance with her head covered.. her lids clenched closed..

she could smell the sea side.. the salt on the breeze..and before she knew it there they were.. standing before his not so little abode.. there built into the cavern side.. she certainly was not expecting this.. not at all.. he lead her in and she drank in the interior.. the ways in which he had decorated.. and just how he had made a life for himself.. it was comfortable..he must have worked hard.. - Im not a big fan of trees either .. -she shook her head a little wandering around the main open room.. just barely touching the furnishings.. the chairs.. the tables.. sating a curiosity that had been brewing for the entire ride.. he showed her around a little more.. the bedrooms.. multiple bathrooms.. a study.. it was all there.. a house clearly built for a family.. her brows rose a little when he said he wouldn't find a bride now.. and she quickly replied that such a thought was nonsense..

he was still incredibly young.. he once more took himself back down a few more rungs.. speaking on his purity of race.. or lack there of.. and how he had no one to speak for him now.. no one of any great standing-.. Well.. I might not have a home any longer so my reach is perhaps not as far flung as it once was.. but it has become clear to me.. in the short time that I have known yuou that family is important to you.. having a bride.. some children.. -she waved her hand a little-..leave it with me.. Ill see what I can find for you.. -he did save her..and in as much as he figured he wasn't deserving of praise for such, she felt otherwise.. and that was rare for her.. she wanted to help him.. or at least she thought she did..

she chose a room then.. removing the items of clothing he had given her.. the shorts and top.. the jacket and boots.. before she slid into the dress he had purchased in the village.. drawing the ties about the waist in firmer.. it outlined her shape perfectly.. though was not her usual style of dress.. it was still a much better step in the right direction.. she sunk down to sit there at the small dresser.. taking up a square paddled brush as she pulled what pins and ribbons had been left in her hair in the struggle to live .. before she would comb it back.. smoothing it out.. it was quite long really.. though she wore it up tight in a multitude of braids so many never knew just how long..

she placed the brush down.. and began plaiting those same locks.. pulling it all up and away from her neck.. he had scars yes.. and so did she.. though they were for different reasons.. hers were random.. though clearly from war.. from torture.. she was a Matron yes, but she was a little different than the norm.. when it came to war she did not sit back on her throne and allow her people to take the brunt of it.. she fought along side them.. now and then she got caught.. and that last time she almost died.. but no one had beat her yet.. well.. until Nautilous came along.. she pulled those last remaining braids.. twisting them till they nestled in with the rest.. her trademark red bow upon the side of her head..

she looked down into her reflection.. she looked a ghost of herself.. like a muted version.. earrings were gone.. the chokers.. the jewelled clasps from the cloaks she always wore.. there was just her.. and a soft pale coloured dress.. she wasn't unhappy.. she was far from depressed.. she was just a little numb .. it hadn't really struck her yet.. he appeared there at her side.. taking her a little by surprise.. she had no idea she had been off in her own little world.. she turned to face him .. noticing the cigarettes the bottle and the glass.. her head tilted.. his chosen attire was where her eyes settled soon there after.. those shorts.. well now they left very.. very little to the imagination..she rubbed her lips together lightly.. -.

.From the smells in the house youve been very busy.. -she nodded.. reaching for the glass he had just filled ..lifting it up to take in its scent.. if it smelt like lust she would reject it.. her mind was only just now beginning to clear.. but if not she would take a sip and her shoulders would drop a little.. -.. Oh now thats nice.. -she sighed.. her lids half closed.. it tasted incredible.. it was Just what she needed.. the cigarettes would come a close second.. but the wine.. perfection..

her brows furrowed though when he held out the whip.. taking another sip before she placed the glass back down-.. whats this then?.. -she would question..long slender fingers would take the object from him.. she felt its weight.. it was well made.. her gaze lifted when he said there was time for the whipping before dinner would be ready.. though before she had time to react he had turned and walked out of the room.. she blinked.. looking just a little lost before she did as he expected of her.. and she followed ..he more or less lead her into a room she had noticed but up until then not entered.. she stepped inside.. and the facts of it being a torture chamber struck her quickly.. the vivid colouring on the walls.. the leather furnishings.. ropes, chains, manacles, racks.. all of it lined up.. just waiting to be used.. waiting to abuse someone.. she brushed her finger tips along one of the lacquered furnishings ..

feeling the metal shackles .. tapping her nails against the leather.. all the different weights and shapes.. someone had done their homework.. before his movement caught her attention.. she turned.. glancing over her shoulder..he had assumed the position.. his arms above his head.. his legs slightly parted.. it would be now that she would notice the marks.. the scars upon his back.. some were old.. very old.. some were quite fresh.. maybe a day or two.. before he spoke on taking advantage of her.. that he had no right to make love to her..or to taint her.. she exhaled... her fingers curled inward-.. Its very presumptuous of you to think I would whip you because You want me too isn't it Rylder? ..-she settled down to sit there upon one of the chairs.. her right leg crossed over her left.. she just watched him..

-..Isnt that .. just a work around.. for making me do what it is you desire.. therefore not really being a punishment at all.. -her elbow came to rest upon the arm of the chair.. her chin to her opened palm-.. I'm not sure how youve been treated in the past.. I dont know how the women in your life.. that clearly use or have used this room and its.. toys have executed this.. but.. -her nails lightly rapped against her cheek-.. it's not how I do things..If I want to do something.. I do it.. If I want something, I tend to take it.. Come..

-she tapped the handle of the whip against the chair arm.. -.. Come over here.. -she'd watch his approach.. a gesture with a finger that he would know would have him on his knees before her.. -.. You rescued me from my home.. from my Kingdom.. You happened to be going through that part of my house just at the right time, You could have kept on going.. but you didn't.. You stopped and you helped me out.. What you didn't know is at that point.. I had more drugs and poison in my system than should be even possible.. -she reached down to him there.. her fingers warm , soft cradled his cheek.. lifting his gaze up to hers-.. Id been struck with lust, sex, desire and honesty.. along with a paralyzing poison that took away my ability to move.. or talk.. my kingdom was meant to be my coffin.. -her nails lightly scratched along his cheek then before she released the hold she had upon him-.. On top of that.. I had been hit with the lust dust from the celebration.. and then.. the wine you had on hand .. I was practically wanting to crawl out of my own skin.. I couldn't tell you much at all.. a word.. here or there.. an action.. I hoped you would catch on.. and you did.. You did what I wanted you to do.. You followed my lead in spectacular fashion.. as for tainting me with your seed.. -she clucked her tongue-.. I'm fairly certain I told you to.. That was my decision.. You just did as you were told..

[BadInfluence]

"Maybe our banishment was a good thing... Could you imagine the pollen? Allergy season would be murder..." He teased, making a light joke about living in trees, and honestly? He couldn't see himself doing it... All that breaking and swaying, the allergies and the birds shitting on everything, the constant sunlight... Nope, no thank you, not his cup of tea. Instead he had indeed worked hard on his home, it was a finished product of ten years work, and there were still things he was working on... Refining, as it were. Speaking on how it had all been for a wife and children, well that was pointless, wasn't it? He was at the end of the rope on that front, and while a part of him would mourn it, that didn't mean it was a bad thing. Sometimes you just have to handle the cards dealt to you. Her words on helping though? "Isn't it important to every man? And woman too, for that matter? Doesn't everyone come to a point in their life where they want that sort of life?" Or was it just him? His mother had stressed the importance of it, and he had seen definitely more than a few who seemed to be made happier with the life change, especially when children are introduced. He could see himself being happy like that, and he had worked towards it, it just... Hadn't gone according to plan. "... It can wait... It has held for five years, it can hold another, I'm sure. My virility won't start to taper off for at least another forty years... There's time. Right now there are more important things." Like her, helping her find her own footing, to maybe start over?... Every great family comes from humble beginnings...



Leaving her to tend to herself, he went to handle dinner, the chicken was easily done... The bread was sourdough, no fancy fixings here, and since sourdough could hold for an incredibly long time? He only had to pull of a chunk of it, add some water and flour, butter and salt... He'd been doing it for so many years he could make bread in his sleep. Those were in the oven to rise, chicken on the spit and churning slowly, incredibly fresh and well seasoned it smelled amazing within minutes... And the potatoes? Easily left unattended without fear of it becoming ruined. Obviously he was used to letting his food cook itself for the most part, his job and his lifestyle pretty much demanded it of him, and he'd perfected it over the years. Once finished he got her the bottle of wine and the cigarettes, he figured she needed something to help her unwind, as it had been... One hell of a day...



"Old hand at it... I'm a diver so I spend a lot of time in the ocean, so I've mastered how to get food to cook itself, quite a convenient trick." He would have offered to teach her but a part of him couldn't bring himself to do it. She was a Matron in his mind still for one, and two, women? They didn't cook... That's what slaves were for... And speaking of slaves? He handed her the whip then and walked out with few words, figured she would follow where he lead, into the red room where he had every trick and tool of the trade pretty much... He took the position at the grate, after all as horrible as it might sound, she wouldn't be the first Matron to whip him... But she would be the first and only one he slept with... Willingly too, no less...



"I'm guilty of a lot of things but wanting to be whipped isn't one of them..." It was softly said but in the quiet of his home it was easily heard. The room wasn't built for what, say, most slaves would use it for... He had been trained at a pleasure house by one of the best, and this room? When he did take a lover, albeit rare, it was used to hurt them... Not the other way around... Not that he'd say as much at the moment however... Instead he did as she told him, coming to kneel at her feet, hands behind his back as he waited... Letting her touch him, listening to her words, finding out? That she had been royally fucked with, poisoned and tainted in more ways than just his seed, and it explained how she could handle such a long run with him before she felt fully and completely satisfied...



The memory of it all though, he had to wonder, to ask... And now, in his own home?... Things were a touch... Different.. "Did you want me at all then Gia?... Or was it just the drugs?..." He had figured yes, the lust in the tea might have had something to do with it, but he also figured that a chunk of it? Would have been the simple instinct to mate because one just escaped death... That she had seen him, wanted him, and took what she wanted from him... But if it were more drug based? Well how much was what, then? Though stating the seed bit, the touch of her fingers on his skin, seeing her before him... Looking not as his matron, not as a mistress, but a wife... Dressed in simple but comfortable clothes... Her hair done up in simple braids, no makeup or flashing jewels, just her natural beauty shining through...



"You... Look like a wife right now..." He said as it all hit him at once, his fingers curling in, oh he was trying... So damned hard... "Your even more beautiful now than with all the trappings of power... I didn't think it was possible for you to grow in beauty but here it is..." He said before she released him and he had to let out a long exhale, standing without her permission, taking the whip from her other hand and hanging it back on it's hook. "Forgive me... I forgot my place a moment... I'm going to... Check on dinner. Please, enjoy the wine and the room as you see fit, or any part of the house... I will find you when it's done..." He'd leave before he said anything else stupid and incredibly brazen, and plus if she didn't stop him, he'd have time to think it over...



Or... SO he thought...



He got to the door... Standing there as if trapped, two choices, two outcomes... And he obviously was struggling with the way his shoulders were set, the tenseness that rippled across his frame, the grip on the doorway... But he couldn't... He just couldn't... He tried to take a step out but it was like something stopped him, and then like a man possessed, walked back to where she was seated... Leaning down he grabbed her around her waist, his hand sitting in the small of her back, so much strength there... Power and control... Forcing her to move forward... The other buried in her hair, tangling in tightly as he tipped her head back and kissed her, not soft and submissive like before... This one was hot... Hungry... A tightly reigned in beast that wanted to consume her as obvious as the sun shines on the day... He dipped her farther back, making that beautiful spine of hers arch just a bit more, tilting her head at such an angle that there was no choice... She was mastered... Kissed with a depth of passion she'd likely never felt before, the sort that took her breath away, made her shake and be reminded all too violently that despite their sexes... Their positions in their races hierarchy... She was all woman and he? Was all male... A hungry, virile, and incredibly skilled male...

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..he had asked her if family.. if marriage and all its trappings weren't important to every man and woman.. that wasn't there a point where everyone desired it?.. the need to settle down.. she paused a moment.. allowing the thoughts.. and then her response to surface-.. mm.. perhaps.. I guess it all depends on the path you chose to take.. Whilst it would appear to be whats considered normal.. to find a family to.. settle down and have children.. for some people I guess its just not on their path.. and then you'd find those that were certain they didn't want it.. only to have it thrust upon them and suddenly.. its what they needed.. and they didn't even know it.. -she rubbed her lips together-.. I guess we are all a little bit different..and then of course there is family influence.. and tradition which tends to ruin everything -

she had left him to gather up his things.. the items he was choosing to cook for their dinner.. he had a set task at hand and she didn't want to interrupt him..settling into her room then to change her clothing.. to brush and braid her hair.. staring down into her reflection..how different she looked without all the little trinkets she normally wore.. the things that had become so common.. so usual that.. without them it just looked.. wrong.. he appeared in the room then with the wine and cigarettes.. she complimented him on his clear skills in the cooking department.. -.. Ive not had a lot to do with the ocean.. only really been close enough to see it the once.. not really something you do much in the position I held.. -she nodded.. graciously taking the wine then.. and it was pure fucking heaven on her mildly raw throat.. she sighed quite pleased.. though the next thing he handed her had her brow raised.. a whip.. before he just turned and walked out.. something about.. there was time enough for whipping.. her curiosity was peaked and she naturally followed..

moving across to one of the rooms she hadn't had the chance to look inside yet.. it was a red room.. a pain chamber.. all manner of objects.. whips, chains, torture devices.. in such vivid colouring an perfect furnishings.. it was a work of art really she was quite impressed.. though when he settled into the position.. awaiting her to whip him she soon put him back in his place.. she felt t entirely presumptuous that he would request it of her.. when she felt it wasn't necessary..sinking down into a chair there.. calling him to her.. watching as he knelt down.. his hands settling behind his back like a well trained submissive..

she reached for him.. her fingers curling around his cheek.. cradling it as she explained what had happened to her.. just how much poison had been running through her veins when he rescued her.. that he didnt have to.. he could have kept on running but no he didn't.. he stopped and he helped her.. utterly selflessly.. she was a rag doll by that stage.. it was no mean feat to get her out.. he questioned her then.. and it would be the first time he used her first name without wincing.. it caused her to twitch..not many called her by her first name..not many dared.. but she had told him too.. she had asked of him to do so if he felt comfortable enough.. and hearing her name from his voice.. it caused her heart to take a shallow beat.. and caused her response to be a little lagged.. -.

. I will be honest with you.. -she spoke softly as her fingers drew away from his cheek.. lightly dragging before falling back to her lap-.. At first, I am quite certain it was the cocktail I had been given.. I could barely speak.. my mind felt incredibly heavy.. I knew of a few ways I could have helped myself to get out of that predicament.. but I was unable to voice them to you.. and they would have been incredibly dangerous.. the hot springs for example.. I simply would have drowned being unable to get myself out of it.. when you pulled me onto your lap..-she rubbed her lips together.. a memory surfacing-.. you were warm..your touch was quite loving.. quite caring as you held me upright.. and I knew.. when you handed me that drink that it would tip me over the edge.. i made that decision.. to go for it.. that it would burn through at least some of the poison if you were good enough.. -it was all a bit clinical really-.. sex is afterall a pretty strenuous exercise when done right.. however.. -she tilted her head.. looking down to him there with those vivid red eyes-.. when we shared that kiss.. everything changed.. whilst I knew that my body was eager.. and the lust it contained was stronger than most could possibly handle.. I ..

-she took a breath-.. I wanted you more than the push those drugs were giving me.. -her poor heart was taking a few tumbles-.. Im sorry if that sounds clinical.. I just cant bring myself to lie to you.. -she shook her head-.. not after everything you have done for me..-her head inclined when he said she looked like a wife.. now she couldn't recall anyone Ever saying anything like that to her before.. her fingers curled in.. bunching the fabric of that dress of hers.. it was a gesture she didn't even realise she was doing.. he complimented her again.. calling her beautiful.. that he didn't think it was even possible for that to grow without all her usual trappings.. the corners of her lips curled..she chewed upon a smile that was developing there.. something she had learnt a very.. very long time ago to reel back.. a Matron only smiled when she was in power.. and even then it was a lot more.. wicked..not a genuine smile.

before she blinked when he moved to stand suddenly.. her breath caught audibly.. watching as he moved to step out.. that he was going to check on dinner.. she sat upright a little and nodded..-.. yes.. of course.. -clearing her throat as she glanced back toward the room.. though at nothing in particular.. confusion there in her eyes.. blinking a few times.. she glanced back toward the door.. seeing him standing there.. as if caught.. un moving ..and just like he.. she too was caught.. her voice stolen from her.. she didn't know what to say.. should she call him back to her?.. should she let him go?.. what was the right thing to do here?..

oh she desperately needed guidance.. her lids closed over.. her brows furrowing.. before she felt his hands upon her.. that strength.. that scent.. all of it striking her swiftly as she was lifted from her seat in one movement.. her eyes reopened.. the moment his free hand lifted to tangle itself within her braids.. she looked to him.. directly down into those eyes of his..-.. Rylder..-she whispered.. before he dipped her and kissed her.. strong and hot with an unsatisfied hunger.. her arms lifted.. wrapping around him.. one to the back of his head as her fingers curled in to hold.. the other just about his shoulders.. she clung to him as he bent her further.. and further.. her body arched keenly for him.. he mastered her with that action.. her body just melted in his hold.. she'd not felt anything like it.. nothing came remotely close to it.. he suddenly had a power over her.. that he might not have even realised.. and all it took for her to fall.. was the loss of everything..-

[BadInfluence]

"I can understand that... In your position, you had to, not from want but because it was expected... From mine it's a wish but not something easy to come to fruition... " It seemed only Priestess and high ranked male slaves tended to have the chance to marry for love and desire, to have children in a happier atmosphere, but they were drow in the end... Pleasure, love, and other such nice things are in terribly short supply in a world constantly bathed in darkness. The half-cast tended to have much better luck on the surface, especially when the Drow traits are few and far between, more often than not they blend in easily... Take a wife and have children as simply as one might take a breath... "Forgive the brazenness of this question but... We're you ever happy as a Matron? Did you ever for a moment find true joy in Menzoberranzan? A touch of a lover, of a husband, in any of your children?" He had a feeling he knew the answer to that one, which would be a loud and resounding no, if only because if she had?... Maybe she might have had more... Stayed married to only one husband... Or kept one particular lover... But he'd not seen or heard any of that, and as he was sure she was aware, slaves gossip like a bunch of old women in a sewing circle...



He had left after that conversation to go start dinner and the like, setting it on a timer for the bread, and the rest would easily resolve itself with little work from himself... Allowing him time to tend to other things, such as the Deathshead wine and cigarettes for her, along with what he expected to happen... The whipping. The fresh ones on his back? Were from his own mother... In fact many were from her, a constant reminder of his place and station, to keep him humble... Not that he needed it but they both knew it was expected, like taking a bitter pill to get better, they both had their place... He had brought them all to her, glad to see she enjoyed the wine, it was his own blend that he made here... A mix of blackberries, blueberries, elderberries and dark cherries... All mixed in with notes of citrus and the light hints of oak and sea, and of course, the venom of the snakes found in the waterways of Menzoberranzan... He had a few himself in a chamber down below, after all every drow always has their own stash, and being the son of a priestess? His was impressive to say the least... "It's beautiful... At first I didn't understand it, but I've spent a lot of time here, and I've leaned her moods... The sea is a fickle woman without a doubt, but if you listen to her, if you do as she says... She has an unbelievable bounty for the man who heeds her wills." He said with a smile there, it was obvious he truly enjoyed that aspect of his life, the cliff diving and hunting for various shellfish and crustaceans...



He had handed her the whip then with every expectation she would follow suit, he'd had it enough to expect it after all, it was just a part of life... Or at least of his. Leading her to the red room he was unaware of her approval of the space, it was incredibly well furnished, and more than a few thousand gold had been poured into it... The ideal types of leather whips, ranging from heavy bull leather to the softest, lightest doe skin... Horse hair to rabbit pelts, some weighted and knotted, others left bare... The had just about every type you could imagine and then some that were of his own invention, made of werewolf skin so that it had a life of it's own for instance, and one made out of the snakes from Menzoberranzan... Tipped with the fangs of some of the largest spiders known, taken off of the dead bodies, of course...



Those were just the toys though, not counting the large fluid proof mattress, the knotted rope curtains for gripping, the special velvet lounge specifically for oral torment on various body parts... The laquered table for candle play... He had it all from top to bottom, and he did use it for his own pleasure more than a few times, and it had also been used for his pain... Punishment... Rather than take the whip to him, she denied it, calling him to her... Kneeling at her feet with his arms crossed at the elbow behind his back... He'd told her that he didn't like being whipped and it was true, stating he expected it because of what he had done, the infractions he had made...



The feel of her fingers on his cheek was sinfully good, doing all he could to resist leaning into it, to turn his head... Take those fingers between his lips... Making himself focus all he could on her words, what she said, how she said it... The way she was reminding him of their time together, and he was surprised he had made such an impact on her, the way she talked about him with such kindness... A heartfelt appreciation for what he had done... "Gia..." He said before turning his head to give in, to kiss her palm, up to the tips of his fingers all while his hands stayed behind his back... "If we're being honest... I've wanted you for years... You were making a yearly round, a visit to mother as one of the head priestess and I saw you up close for the first time, and I was struck... Like Rathrae Dos, I couldn't move but I felt every shift you made, every breath you took..." He confessed in a heavy whisper against her fingertips... "I wanted you... I wanted you with a starving sort of desperation... You are everything perfection could possibly be..."



Oh it was bold, brazen to confess this, especially considering the difference in their ranks... Though maybe that would fade, the chasm would shrink then disappear, after all he was not a slave here... She was no longer a matron... They were... Equals... "I don't want you to lie to me... Ever... The truth, always..." He said before he found himself blurting out that she looked like a wife, even more beautiful to him now in her simple clothing, her natural beauty shining through like the glorious light of dawn... He could see the smile trying to spread too, which gave him some sliver, some shard of hope... If she liked it, if it made her smile, then maybe... She might not be adverse to him?...



He had to stand up before he pushed even more boundaries, broke through more rules and structures, moving to leave the room but he... He just couldn't... He needed to, all his mothers training, her voice in his ear was telling him to behave like she had trained him... Submissive and practically perfect in every way... But the part of him that was his soul, his wants and desires, his dreams... Made his feet like lead, heavy and clumsy, his whole body stiff like dry wood... Want... And training... Nature versus nurture... He didn't know she struggled too, the both of them waging an internal war, to go from things that they had been trained since children not to want... The weakness of love... Of giving into pleasures outside of celebrations... Their place in the world...



He broke, he cave in at the last moment, turning around in that doorway and coming to her where she sat... His hand at her lower back as he dragged her up from that chair and bent her over his arm, his lips over hers in a hot and hungry mastery, his whole body over hers... Bending her to his will, swaying her and making her arch, and when she whispered his name... "I love you Gia..." He whispered back and kissed her again, hard and sweet, like caramel and whiskey... He gave in and buried himself in her, his fingers tangling in her braid, undoing it with one hand while the other slid down to cup her ass... "Every beautiful, scarred, perfect inch of you..." He breathed against her lips as he worked through her hair, releasing all it's tightly confined locks, letting that beautiful crimson mass fall down her back.



Lifting her in his arms then he took her out of that red room, his lips over hers in a constant kiss, his chest heaving... Cock rock hard and throbbing under her, his brows drawn over his nose in a mask of pleasured agony, the want to feel her again... The sheer white hot silken perfection of her pleasured vice around his cock... He took her down the cavernous hall, a left... Another left before coming to his room, furnished in surprising shades of royal blue velvet bedding and cream colored silk sheets, the scent of insence on the air... The furnishings simple but of the highest material, exotic animal pelts for rugs on the floor along with large persian velvet carpeting, a fire burning in the hearth as caves got incredibly cold...



"Let me love you..." He breathed against her lips, catching her own to nip and bite, to gently drag his teeth across her bottom lip... Taking her to the large soft pad before the fireplace... A snow leopard pelt of only the softest fur, the padding underneath springy but soft, an obvious mattress... His hands leaving her hair and her ass as he set her down as gently as if she were the most fragile of chocolate sculptures, standing before her as he pulled his shorts down, revealing what she could only feel before... Not see fully erect... He was thick and long, obviously molded for a womans pleasure, just enough in both areas to make for that perfect fuck... He kept it clean, no hair growing there so there was nothing to impede her view... Once they were off, he came to lay atop her, his hands on her dress... Caressing her skin as he slid it from her ankles on up towards her thighs... Kissing along her skin as he did so, along every scar she had, every sweet supple inch of her... "Let me touch you... Love you as I would my wife... If only for tonight... Give me this dream Gia... I beg you..." He breathed as he moved along her skin, somehow managing to make every kiss incredibly intimate but sexual as well, up along her thighs now... He spent an incredibly long time teasing the inside of her thighs, keeping just shy of her core, waiting for an answer...



If she said no he wouldn't pull of of her, rather he'd move along a touch faster, to pleasure her until she was writhing but...



If she said yes...



He'd slowly move up her thighs to her core, his lips hot and warm over her before he pressed a wet kiss over her slit, right at the top... Reverent and loving, it was like he were paying tribute to a Goddess, his hands massaging up and down her thighs before coming under her ass... To palm and caress before he'd kiss her cunt again, this time his tongue slipping out and down between her folds, to warmly caress over her clit... A sweet, tender caress, the kind that makes you moan and melt all at once... Over and over again he would kiss her core, intimate and worshipful, pleasuring her in only the softest way... A slow, honey sweet build up, his hands sliding up a touch more... His thumbs hooking between her thighs to spread her lips then, allowing him fuller access as his head dipped down, pressing flush to her core... Kissing her wetly with hints of teeth and tongue, a decadent french kiss as he tongue fucked her, hot and heavy moans escaping... Vibrating along her flesh at the taste of her... SO sweet... She tasted like his new favorite addiction, like honey and sex, sweet and slightly tangy... A hint of musk... His ideal seasoning...



He spent an hour there easily, not giving her an orgasm intentionally, rather he was lavishing love on her... Giving her sensations she'd likely never felt before, that sweet sort of high that makes you want to cry, your heart thudding against your chest while your body begins to ache... To want more... Yet at the same time never wanting it to end... Another hour he'd sink into her, literally, his tongue chin and neck covered with her sweet hot love nectar... And he still couldn't get enough... He lavished her with every skill he had ever learned, worshiped her pussy like the divinity it was, tasted every honeyed corner and dip... The supple sweet flesh curtains and the perfect little pearl of pleasure...



Three hours passed, the chicken was going to be done soon and he knew it but he couldn't help it, she tasted like heaven and he wanted to spend another three hours between her legs easily, just feasting on her like a starving man at a buffet for the gods... He had to stop though, to pause as he lifted his head from between her thighs, licking his lips as his hands continued to massage her skin in loving caresses... "I have to pause... Tend to dinner... Or we can let it go..." He asked... Though they do say the wait makes it that much better... She'd have more wine by then, food to restore and revive her, and all the while she would watch him... Naked as he tended the house as a perfect husband should, his cock fully erect and throbbing... Just waiting to satisfy her...

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..he had knelt down before her.. the two of them coming to some kind of middle ground there.. there were no titles in this house.. they were on equal footing.. she felt his lips.. soft and warm against the inside of her palm as she cradled his cheek.. he spoke about how he had seen her when she made her yearly rounds.. that she had visited his Mother.. she could not place him though.. not is she were going to be honest.. but realistically at the time.. she was lucky if she noticed anyone other than the person she was visiting.. a good Kingdom has a Lot of priestesses working behind the scenes..

her fingers curled against his cheek ..lightly caressing.. barely touching.she told him she would be honest with him.. that he had done so much for her he deserved nothing less.. and he accepted that.. telling her he didn't want her to lie.. ever.. she could be terribly deceptive and convincing.. she'd had years of training.. but something was telling her no.. not this time.. not with him.. it was important she was upfront. something suddenly shifted and the air in the room grew thicker.. he moved to stand.. that he had to check on their food.. and he was gone.. though not as far as he might have hoped.. she felt a little lost in that moment.. confused as to what her mind and body were waging a war over.. the decisions they were trying to make weren't making a whole lot of sense.. before she felt his hands upon her frame.. lifting her suddenly out of her seat.. their lips collided..her heart tried to leap free of her chest..she gripped him.. she clung to him as he dipped her backward.. bending her clean.. mastering her with such an ease that wasn't natural.. she just fell.. and pretty fucking hard.

. he professed his love for her..those three little words.. struck her like an electric shock.. causing her fingers curl in tighter against his bare skin.. he drank in her breath.. his lips.. his attentions upon her.. his talents were making her knees bend.. making her a little weaker.. this was unusual.. this felt almost foreign.. no one had Mastered her.. no one had so easily stepped into her life and just swept her off her feet like this.. the pins in her hair were easily pulled free.. allowing those semi curled locks to tumble down to her shoulders.. a shower of ruby colouring before she gasped when he lifted her up.. he wasn't overly muscled.. he wasn't huge and hulking like some men she had laid eyes upon and yet he had such strength in his arms.. in his person..

she reached around to hold him as their kiss continued.. lips locked.. heads tilted.. tongue dancing.. mingling.. tasting of one another.. of each other.. there was a venue change.. he had taken her into his own private room then.. the scent of incense.. of an open hearth.. the furnishings were probably quite impressive.. if she tore her eyes away from him to look .. he breathed those sweet words into her.. he wanted to love her.. he was waiting on permission.. before he nipped and bit at her lower lip.. a murmur surfaced.. a soft tremble would have been felt before he moved across to place her down upon that incredibly soft pad before the fireplace.. she shifted a little.. oh it was quite lush really.. the softness beneath her skin and the fire at her side.. she glanced upward when he began to peel those shorts off.. revealing that thick hardened cock of his.. and her bodies response was to draw her knees inward.. Oh she remembered.. it had taken some time for that ache to disappear only for it to come back suddenly.

. her breath caught in her throat.. he was impressive.. and even perhaps a little intimidating.. she watched him come down to her then.. to slowly pool that dress fabric of hers up.. over her ankles.. revealing her calves.. her knees.. his touches were so soft.. gentle.. his lips were warm and wet.. leaving a delicious trail along her smooth slender legs.. the scars were quite prominent the higher he got.. and then right about her hips.. her inner thighs they ran deeper.. she desired to watch him.. to catch every kiss.. every nip and touch but it just felt far to good to be able to remain in that position.. her upper body settled back upon the soft fur lined pad.. her lids heavy.. her breath hitching.. her body jerked every so often in response to his actions.. he knew precisely what he was doing to her.. he wanted to touch her.. to love her as if she was his wife.. even if it was only for tonight.. her fingers curled in against the soft fabric.. -.. yes Rylder.. please..

-she whined almost pleading softly and it would appear he didn't need to be asked twice.. his lips pressing that wet kiss over her slit.. her knees went to draw inward and she shifted just a little.. he moved his hands.. down beneath her ass.. manipulating himself.. finding that optimal position before she felt that tongue.. sneaking between those sweet lips and she stiffened with an audible gasp.. her lids fluttered back.. she gripped that fabric tighter as he began that pleasurable tease.. that tongue, those lips.. teeth.. the kisses the moans.. the vibration.. she may have been silent when they fucked that night.. not due to her choice.. but on this particular occasion that would not be the case.. she gasped and whined.. soft breathy moans surfaced.. her body moved.. sometimes it lifted.. sometimes it rocked down harder against him.. she was doing all she could to not lock him between her thighs..

because what he was doing right now was leading her down a path of only the sweetest madness.. he brought her up.. that pressure rising ..rising.. rising.. only for it to not make its peak.. he kept her high.. and then allowed her to float back down.. then sure as he might he repeated the process.. though with different actions.. a different repertoire ..only to have her gasping for breath.. he was feasting upon her.. making that ache deep down within grow.. making her need for him.. grow.. she wasn't sure if he knew.. but she was growing addicted to this.. to him.. he had the power to topple her.. the time just flew by.. hours and hours of it.. he certainly enjoyed loving her.. and that was another thing that was new.. most of the men she had been with.. the ones she had ended up marrying or connecting with due to business reasons were all incredibly short on stamina.. quick fucks that left her incredibly unsatisfied.. maybe thats why she was always such a bitch..

her head just rocked from side to side.. she was floating on that cloud when he lifted his head then.. she murmured softly.. cautiously moving up onto her elbows then.. lids were half closed.. she looked like she was stuck somewhere between incredibly relaxed and incredibly frustrated.. she nodded a little when he said he needed to pause.. to tend to dinner.. giving her the option of them letting it go if she desired.. oh now that was a tough one.. but she also knew how much trouble he had gone to so far for her.. she reached down..hooking her slightly shaky hand upon his shoulder as she pulled him over her.. down atop her.. there upon that soft mat.. till they were face to face.. she looked up to him with those striking red eyes-.. Kiss me first.. then you can go and sort out your dinner.. yes?.. -she smiled there for him..her hands had risen.. to cup .. to cradle his cheeks as she guided him down to her.. the two shared a sweet kiss.. her tongue lifting up to dip into his heated mouth.. to taste her and him together.. lips locked.. a full.. sweet sensuous kiss.. hints of lust and need.. desire and want.. they just matched.. there was no question..before she allowed it to break..a shaky breath washing over his cheeks.. his chin-.. dont want your food to burn..

[BadInfluence]

He was way too below her station for her to have seem him, and it was no fault of hers whatsoever, and entirely his mothers. She was a perfect Drowess, and he had been in the kitchen area, cooking and cleaning like every other slave on the property... But he? Had snuck into the doorway for a few moments, watching her through a crack in the wood, this beautiful pillar of his world... The sun his people would have revolved around if it had such a thing...



The kiss was impossible to deny though, she was so close, her scent slipping through is senses and enstaring him like a beautiful web. In some ways it was so easy to be a good slave to her, around her, that ideal drow male... And at others it was impossible to do, when he looked at her with more than just reverence, when everything he felt came crashing like a tsunami around his head... He had gotten up to leave, to try and do what was right in his head, but was so wrong in his heart... And in the end? He gave up... Gave in... Turned right around and did the forbidden, took her in his arms and kissed her, bent her to his will rather than bending to hers...



The confession was sort of accidental, but in the end, what could he honestly say? It was the truth, he had loved her for a VERY long time, though he never would have admitted to it... Even under the most extreme of tortures. It was his secret, the one thing he held onto while the Drow race worked to strip everything from him as tradition entailed, the hope in the dark... She was beautiful, smart and vicious, but also surprisingly caring... Not just about the women but the men too, the half cast and others like him, about her people on the whole... She was, in his mind, A Matron to rule all Matrons... She was the gold medal, the highest standard, the goal everyone should reach for...



But right now?



She was more than just that, or maybe in a way, less than that... In his arms? She was a woman, in his heart, his woman... In his body his lover... The things he wanted to do to her defied logic and explanation, she made him want to be more than what he was, to push himself to be better than he had ever been before... Not because she ordered it... Because she Deserved It. His muscle was leaner muscled, well defined but compact, and he could lift her easily in his arms... Bend her to his will over his arm and kiss her breathless, wanting to see her eyes go soft and doe like, her body to mold to him like warm resin... She tasted sweet, of wine and him, the shared kisses... The way he drank her up, skillfully plying his tongue to the full effect of that kiss, dragging it into places she surely never thought a kiss could go...



He lifted her up and took her to his private room, with it's decadent furnishings and the rich, heady aroma of incense... Something no Drow home was ever without... Darker rich colors of blue and green with pops of cream and butter colors, masculine but not overbearing, an idea sort of harmony in the most divine of textiles... Kissing her more... More... More... Over and over again his lips dipped to meet hers, their tongues swaying together, entering and exiting in a complicated and delicious dance... His question... Heartfelt and true... He wanted to make love to her, not fuck her or lay with her just for her pleasure, he wanted more than that... He wanted that equality, that wonderful give and take, the sort that results in a night that tends to reshape all the tomorrows left...



Not that he would do it without her permission though, pulling away just a moment before he set her down, pulling his shorts off so she could see... All of him... Large and thick but not overtly in any specific area, thick enough to cause a decadent pain but not enough to make sex miserable... Long enough to bottom out but not so much as to make being ridden painful... Giving her a full and very straight forward view of what she was getting into... He had a request... Small and simple to some maybe, but for what he was asking, and of whom? He could, and likely would have, lost his head down in Menzoberranzan. And that? Was a blessed relief after days of torture most likely. He knew too she might be very pissed off for what he had asked too, but he was being honest, genuine and real to his true self...



Her answer had surprised him but in a good way, he hadn't expected her to say yes, he fully expected her to say no but... In a kind way... But instead? She had said yes, and not just yes, but yes... With his name... And with a please... Could anything in the world possibly sound any sweeter? Well, he had an idea of one thing, but given it's impossibility?... He was more than happy and entirely content with these soft whispered words....



Settling himself between her thighs he spared her no detail, no corners were cut, no fast tracks taken... He lavished her glorious pussy with so much attention that she'd never recover from it! And oh, how he loved it, adored every supple sweet little nook and cranny of that perfect little slit... He kissed it, licked it, tongue fucked it and in general worshiped it in such an oral fashion one'd think he was born to speak pussy... And by GOD he was a master linguist! Spending hour on top of hours doing this, he could easily go an entire night between her legs just like this, teaching her where her levels were, just how far she could go without needing a peak... Stretching out her mind and her body, showing her things she'd never known before, parts of her body she hadn't gotten a chance to become aware of... But internally his clock told him that if he didn't stop? Their food was going to be ruined, and given he had planned for a weekend away, he didn't have anything really worth eating... Nothing outside of old bread, cheese and dried things, not exactly the most palatable...



Pausing to look up at her, the way her head looked like it could float right off, just how soft and pleased her eyes looked... At the same time that little line of tension between her brows, the tightness of her lips, he could see the desire there... The want of completion that he understood all too well. After all, he was HARDLY uneffected by this, his cock was throbbing to the point of pain under him on the furs. She pulled him towards her then, sliding up her body slowly, planting kisses along every dip and scar as he went till they were eye to eye. "Our dinner, you need nourishment, more than I do if anything." He reminded her but his lips were wearing a smile all the same. He moved in and kissed her, warm and sweet, the taste in his mouth something rich and heavy, decadent wine and her juicy pussy... By far one HELL of a potent mix!



Reaching down he would take her hands and lift her to her feet, a gentle motion for her to remain standing there before he'd go to his closet, pulling out a warm and comfortable fur lined robe in a dark shade of green. Placing it around her shoulders, he'd guide her arms into it, lifting her hair up and out of the back before they'd go back to the kitchen together. He'd sit her down at the head of the table then and make her a plate, and while it was far from as fancy and elaborate as the meals she used to have, it tasted a good ten times better... Mostly because he knew was he was doing, but the perfectly fresh ingredients didn't hurt! He'd place it all down before her, another glass of wine, and he? Was sitting beside her, naked as he had been, and still as hard as a rock... His own plate full as he began to eat with her, at least until his hand snuck out under the table to take hers, to link their fingers...



"If you could have anything you wished for... Just one thing, what would it be Gia?... If you don't want to answer you don't have to, but I'm currious, and I figure we're going to together for a while... I want to know more about you... I want to know it all..." He smiled for a brief moment and gave her hand a squeeze. I want to know who Gia is... Who you really are..."

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..he had told her that he needed to stop.. he needed to pull away to check on the food that was cooking.. oh she was wrecked.. utterly so.. her mind was a tangled web of fog.. such beautiful amounts of sweet pleasure ..he kept her right there on that very thin line.. making each and every one of her nerves spark and tingle.. she exhaled a soft sigh as she sunk down onto the fur lined pad.. feeling the tension that had been developing just melting away.. she told him to kiss her first.. and that only then could he go and tend to his dinner.. guiding him back up to her there ..she felt each of those sly little kisses along the way.. until they were eye to eye.. she couldn't help the smile that developed when he corrected her.. that it was Our dinner.. not just his.. that she needed to eat quite possibly more than he did..

before he gave her just what she was wanting.. that kiss.. she lifted her head a little.. lips colliding as she suckled his tongue down into the depths of her mouth.. the taste was rich and heavy.. that wine and those juices mingling together to make a seriously potent mix.. a quiet exhale sounded when he pulled back.. helping her to her feet.. before he gathered up the robe.. helping her into it.. each arm.. the tie about her middle.. even going as far as pulling her hair free from its confines.. he was spoiling her rotten.. she would move out into the kitchen area.. settling down to sit there at the head of the table.. shifting a little.. drawing the chair in closer..using the time it took him to plate up the food to just drink in the surrounds a little bit more.. the decor.. personal effects on show and the like.. before the plate and cutlery was placed before her.. she offered a little nod and a smile-.. Thankyou.. -sure.. he was correct it was not what she was used to having.. not at all.. she ate incredibly well in the Navere house..

she practically wanted for nothing when it came to food.. she knew however he had made this for her.. and with that it meant more.. than what it appeared.. she picked up the fork there.. stabbing into the vegetables.. the beautifully cooked meat.. taking a little of this.. and a little of that.. drinking down a bit more of that favoured wine.. she had noticed he seemed to prefer being naked.. he was comfortable in his own skin.. the gesture.. just beneath the table was especially cute.. feeling his fingers reaching out for hers as he took her hand.. they linked.. hers curling lightly to hold.. she'd not done such a gesture since she was a teenager.. it was..heart warming..he asked her a question then.. a fairly deep one on if she could have anything what would it be.. she tilted her head.. a thoughtful look crossed her features-.. Thats a tough one.. Afterall.. up until now ive never really wanted for anything.. it was all just.. there.. put before me.. -she rubbed her lips together.. eating another small portion of the food.. her manners at the table were impeccable.. before she placed her cutlery down..-..

I guess..the ability to make my own choices without the little voices in my head instructing me on which direction I had to go.. what I had to say.. What was best for the Kingdom.. -she took a sip of wine.. nursing the glass a moment-.. Whilst yes.. I did have a great deal of control..and I made a lot of changes.. especially the edict.. that you know about.. a lot of it was.. traditions ..laws and rules.. I was to Marry this one.. I was to build up this one.. I was to destroy this one.. all stepping stones to make sure I was ahead of.. well.. whomever was behind me.. I think.. I guess.. Id like to just live.. I figure Im properly fucked now anyway.. I have little choice in the matter.. time to make some mistakes.. and experience the things I was unable to..

-she gave a little shrug of her shoulders-.. I'm an old duck , Ive been around for quite a while.. Having to re-start ones life at such a late time.. isn't necessarily going to be easy.. .. what about you Rylder?.. If you could have anything you wished for..what would it be?.. -her ruby gaze lifted to look to him there for a moment before she turned back to her meal.. taking another small amount of food.. of potatoes and meat.. it was really well seasoned.. she wasn't grimacing like she did in the cave afterall so he had to know she liked it.. -

[BadInfluence]

One of the things he had going for him, food wise, was that it was all fresh. Home grown and tended by his own hands, he was able to both gauge and ensure the quality of what he served. The only downside was the selection of herbs he had access to, he had the usual which did taste incredibly good, but he couldn't compare to what she would have eaten normally. Still, this was made for her, not out of servitude but out of a want to take care of her. Nourish her so she could enjoy the life she now had... If that was her choice at least.



He had asked her that question, and without a doubt it was a heavy hitter, definitely one of those stop and think about questions. Why had he asked it? Because he wanted to get to know her. For all he was in love with her, probably had been for a few years now, that didn't mean he knew about her. In fact he knew virtually nothing at all about her as a person, her likes and dislikes, her dreams or anything of that matter. It was all something he wanted to know, wanted to learn because he wanted her to be open and happy, and if that was to happen? Then they needed to learn about each other and to be honest about their thoughts and their feelings.



As she answered he took her fingers in his, linking their hands under the table, a slight smile on his face as he listened attentively... Hearing her every word, taking it all in, paying attention to her inflections and choice of wording. "Hard questions are good though, they make us think about ourselves, who we are outside of what we think we are on a day to day basis." An inflection of his father in that one. He didn't have much time to spend with the man, he had died earlier on but that was alright, he had been a great father while he had been alive. Taught him a lot of things that most parents wouldn't, giving him a good foothold in life, and enough knowledge of his own person to survive in the world of his mothers domain. After all, the Drow had a way of crushing souls like eggshells, if not the lifestyle then definitely the torture.



"Properly fucked? Odd way to see it..." He said with a laugh and a shrug of his shoulders. "Though you had no choice in this true enough, what happened to our home, it was a force of nature without a doubt... We all know as Drow it's apossibility of our lives, comes with the cost of having a warm cave and fertile soil, you end up risking getting cooked like the chicken on the table." He knew who had set it off, but causing the accident doesn't take away what it was, which was at it's heart? A simple act of nature. It would have happened on it's own at some point, the more children there were the more they needed to expand, the move cave walls dug into. It was unavoidable that one day someone would hit a line of rock just so and cause it all to tumble down.



"You're not really that old... Are you?" Never ask a woman her age, that was like the BIGGEST taboo among every race, it didn't matter who you asked. But she barely looked a day past her mid twenties, perhaps into her thirties at the oldest, hardly older than him... Though he also knew she had been alive before he had been born, given her edict had been what allowed him to live in the first place. She might be fifty then or so, but he would seriously find it hard to put her past that age, she was so... Lively... Energetic... In bed alone she had the stamina of a woman younger even than him, and she had the smooth sweet complection of a woman in her prime, so he was admittedly struggling with the idea of her being old. "Probably wont be easy... There's a lot of changes to come that's true, but you know what? If you really do want to make your own choices and live your own life? You have that here and now, all the chances to do just that, to carve a path that's yours alone."



She gave him a return question before resuming her food, and seriously he felt a bit clumsy at his own table, her manners were incredibly posh and refined... His? Were good, he could eat in public easily, but he'd be damned if he could tell the difference between the fish fork and the salad fork... "I always wanted to be an Artist." His answer cam smooth and easily. "My father took me to Arvandor once, I was just a kid and he was going on business with his own father, tagging me along... It was really beautiful there, but the people were so stuck up when they could see I was part drow, so it pretty much ruined any illusions for me." [/b] He said with a laugh. It was true, he was too dark skinned to be anything other than a half cast drow, and that had mad everyone look at him a bit sideways... But while his father and Grandfather went over certain things, he had wandered into the town square where a large market was held, and works of art from all sorts of genres were on display...



He'd been smitten then and there...



"I've seen beautiful art in my travels for business and when I went with my father, the things hands can create, that minds inspire... I would love to be an artist but that wasn't a gift I was given." He couldn't draw a stick figure to save his life... Couldn't paint or craft anything, he was pretty much hopeless in that area, unless you counted carving up bodies an artform... In which case hell he was a bloody artistic genius, literally... "I was a whore for a while, trained under the best but it just wasn't the right fit for me, being told how to love and fuck... Sat wrong... So I left... Turns out I do have a very good talent in the form of assassination though, made my mother so proud, she used to keep a plaque on the wall with the names of my victims. Funny but hey, it made her happy, and that in turn made me happy." A rich, deep chuckle sounded then, he was truly confused but at the same time happy. One of those strange twists in life you can't help but laugh at.



They finished their dinner then and he would come around to take up their plates, knives and forks to set them in the sink, and if she paid close attention in that kitchen? There would be strange little things here and there... Sigils carved into the stone, family crests hidden away in this or that place, various stones... All things from Arvandor, things he had collected and things that were heirloom... He was, after all, the only son of an only son. Things that would stay with him until one of his aunts produced a son of their own, in which case if he didn't have a son of his own? Then he would give over to the other heir. His father was a moon elf, and a high ranking one at that, the family incredibly old and prestigious... His grandfathers dalliance with a drow Priestess had definitely come with a great deal of shock and scorn, so much so that his grandfathers children were never written into the family books, at least... Not the ones that were half cast...



In the end it didn't matter to him. In his mind, the family that mattered were dead, and the small trinkets here and there were just that... Trinkets. No more, and no less... The sun was starting to rise higher now, casting a warm sweet light through the windows, and he knew it was time for them to go... She couldn't tolerate the light, at least not yet, though... "Genetically speaking I know you're not comfortable in the sunlight but... Would you like to try?... Just a little every day?" He'd ask, curious if she might want to or not... After all a Drow COULD adjust, it would take a long time and plenty of discomfort, but it was something they could adapt to... Not completely as they'd never be able to stand a full noon sun for instance, but they could learn to enjoy an overcast day, the early morning light...



Not one to push though, this would be her choice, and if she said no? He wouldn't bring it up again. Instead he came over to her side and leaned down, a fresh bottle of deathshead wine in his hand, and in the other? Something incredibly naughty... "Now... Where were we?" He asked, a deeper pitch to his voice, a very seductive curve to the grin on his lips... He'd pull her chair out for her and then pick her up in his arms, letting the wine and the little treat sit in her lap, letting her muse over them as he carried her to the room... The fire was still burning wonderfully warm, setting her down in the bed this time, and oh... Now while she might have known luxury in Mezzoberanzan, it didn't compare to his personal bed, not even close... The fabrics were only the absolute best that could be purchased, and the sheets alone, well those were something even she couldn't have gotten with all her influence... They were made from the silk of a particular type of mollusk, made to hold the creature to the rocks, it was incredibly strong and absolutely the softest thing a person could feel... It was naturally a soft golden hue and it seemed to shimmer on it's own, and the bedding over it, only the finest spider silk from Mezzoberans own spiders... Woven and collected from the largest varieties there, his mothers own personal flock no less, and it was those silken blankets that emitted the unique aroma... Slightly sweet and musky with hints of wood, something that made you want to bury your face in them and inhale deeply, while also putting one at complete relaxation, helping one to drop a few inhibitions per se...



The bed itself was made of something that was sort of like the foaming moss down below, it was springy but not too soft or too firm, it had that ability to mold to a person's body and then bounce back once the weight was gone... Neither too hot nor too cold, that mattress was a dream come true, and it was all his own style... With his mothers help, of course... He moved to the fireplace to throw several more pieces of driftwood onto it, the flames suddenly jumping and shifting to blue and green, streaks of purple and pink... Magical to say the least, a chemical reaction to all the salt in the wood, and definitely enjoyable to watch... He then came to join her in the bed with a wolfish smile on his lips, grabbing her hips and dragging her to him, holding up the small fruit between them... It looked like a very small peach, maybe the size of a jawbreaker candy, and the skin was smooth versus fuzzed... It was something she would have seen once or twice, but only in very high circles, the fruit was almost impossible to grow in the caves and yet it was the only place it COULD grow... It was a very sweet fruit, very rich and complex, and with a unique side effect...



One bite? Could lower your inhibitions more than any wine or drug... Two bites? Lower inhibitions and the ability to enact your deepest fantasies... Three? Three was like unleashing your maximum sexual potential, every kink and fetish, every desire was unleashed... Allowing the body and the mind to fully enjoy and embrace every aspect of the sexual act... Often it was reserved only for the Priestess and a very high ranking male, normally for the production of a heir to the family, to ensure that a child would come from the union... Yeah... Interesting side effect of the fruit was a spike to fertility but... Well... Every drow pretty much knew the Matron could no longer have children due to a wound she had taken while fighting for her people... That wasn't something they had to worry about...



Was it?



"Do you want to try it?" He asked as he held up that little fruit, rolling it softly across her lips, a brow raised as he waited... If she said no? He'd put it on the beside table and not speak of it again. If she said yes?... He'd take three bites, leaving the other three for her to take, or less if she desired... After all he had been saving it for his wedding day but that? Why would he want to use it then? Why waste it when the woman he had wanted was here in his bed? In his house? There wasn't a better time to use it in his mind...



"Turn over for me my love..." He whispered against her ear, sliding her out of her robe before tossing it to the side, having her roll onto her stomach... He slid over her then, tangling her legs with his, her own pressed tightly together... Sliding his hand under her stomach he found her clit and began to gently dance over it, to pick up where they had left of, building those fires again... Feeling how wet she got before taking it a step farther... His legs shifted, tangled, locked their legs together before he rolled them to their sides...Her leg now over his hip where as their others were wrapped around each other... His thigh resting against her clit while his cock slowly entered her, one of his hands pressing her hip tightly against his abs while the other wound around her... Sliding under her to come up and support her neck, his hand over her breast...



He'd play her nipple with his fingers, whereas before he had been soft and romantic, there was now a bit more heat to it, just the sweetest dance of pain in the way he twisted and plucked at it... Pulled her beautiful breasts into peaked cones before letting them drop into a beautiful bouncing pillow... From breast to breast he went as he slowly pushed himself deeper and deeper into her, going at a pace so maddening slow it would drive a person absolutely and deliciously mad and his lips? His lips were far from idle as he pressed hot, hungry kisses along her neck, nipping and biting along her shoulder... His lips pausing by her ear... His breath a hot wash along her skin... "My sweet wife..." He whispered as he caught the tip of her ear between his lips and nibbled it just oh so lightly, giving it a warm suckle before releasing it, moving down to catch her lips with his own and kiss her...



Kissed her like they truly were man and wife...



So much love and adoration poured through the touching of such soft skin, so many emotions were so very clearly felt and understood, fealty and devotion... The promise to spend eternity with her... How his soul longed to be with her own... "Tell me everything beloved... What does my beloved wife wish for me to do...? " His pupils were fully dilated, he was high as a fucking kite, and everything was out in the open... All his wants and needs, his desires and his fetishes, there wasn't a secret to be hidden... All laid bare... His hand slipping from her thigh down to her clit where he began to roll it between his fingers, flicking it side to side with a sweet hard heat before going soft, circling it left to right, pinching it between his fingers to stroke it up and down with perfect precision... Enough to make her scream in utter pleasure...



He more than knew what he was doing... He was taking all the had been trained and coupling it with a natural ability, allowing him to be completely open and honest with her while also focusing on pleasure, pure and unadulterated pleasure... See... In his mind right now? She was his wife... She was his... And a part of him was ever so primal and masculine still, and that part of him wanted to break his wife, to shatter every preconceived notion of sex before him... To make her every wandering though, her day dream, her dreams packed full with the need to feel him inside her... For while sex wasn't everything, it didn't make a marriage, didn't keep a relationship healthy... It was fucking GOOD. It felt incredible, there was nothing better than the feel of a good session with someone you loved, and it was incredibly good for you too... So yeah, in his mind? This was a desperate and hungry fantasy he was enacting...



Would she survive it? What was her fantasy? Her desires? What was it that Gia Navare wanted in bed? What hidden kinks? Secret wants and needs?


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..she tilted her head when he asked her ..in a matter of speaking how old she was.. a quiet smile spread across her lips there as she took another small drink from her wine.. chuckling with a nod to soon follow-.. mm.. well.. lets just say.. -she rubbed her lips together.. tasting the remnants of the wine that remained-.. I am considerably older.. than you are.. -he was on the right track, he was around well before he was born.. and she was an adult then.. ruling her kingdom.. realistically he was a very young lad in comparison.. however youd never really know it.. incredibly good genes meant she never showed it upon her face.. her hair remained coloured so youd never see the blond that would have otherwise showed through ..The only one that would know her age truthfully would be her elder sister..

she nodded when he spoke on the costs of living in a warm cave.. fertile soil.. it all coming back to the reasoning behind the falling of her people.. -.. Such didn't go without a really big helping hand however.. Nautilous made sure of that.. I'm not entirely certain what his goddess would think of all of those childrens lives being lost.. that and the innocents.. -she turned back to her meal then.. plucking up another small morsel of food.. before placing her cutlery down..she asked him what he was into.. what was there about Rylder.. he told her about wanting to be an artist.. she nodded.. listening as she settled back a little in her chair.. he told the tale of Arvandor.. and how he wasn't quite so welcomed openly due to the colouring in his skin..

he spoke on having seen such beautiful art pieces in his travels.. for business and when with his Father.. she tiled her head though when he said he wasn't given the gift though- I could teach you a little if you like.. -she took another sip of her cup then.. -.. painting.. sculpture and the arts are one of the many things a Matron will be quite proficient in...It would be my pleasure.. if.. you want of course.. -she placed her cup down.. listening when he spoke on how he was a whore for a while.. though the blade would be where his future would come to lay.. -.. In the end.. I guess so long as you are settled.. thats all that matters.. death is.. just a part of the cycle of life.. some people just have some pretty shitty luck befall them at times.. Ive had more than my fair share of assassins set upon me.. Ive learnt a great deal of their tricks.. but Im sure there are many.. many more I am not even aware of.

.he had collected the plates then.. moving them into the kitchen.. remaining completely naked.. not a stitch upon him.. giving her quite an eyeful of that ass.. those thick muscular legs.. the frame as a whole.. and the ink that told a story.. she blinked when he asked if she wanted to get comfortable with the sunlight.. something she could learn a little each day-.. Ive tried before.. a very long time ago.. it didn't last long.. I guess I just gave up on it.. I had no real need to be out in it.. where-as now.. I guess its something I am going to have to sort out sooner or later.. -she nodded-..could we try tomorrow.. perhaps?..I think it might be better after a good proper reverie.. -she would need a proper rest after their massive journey the evening prior.. it were possible her body was still burning off the remnants of the poison.. and then of course just the trek to his home..

he came up to her then.. a bottle in one hand.. and something else though she couldn't quite see what it was.. her brows arched a little when that deeper seductive pitch came out from between those lips of his.. her breath caught against the back of her throat.. picking her up as if she weighed nothing at all.. her arm reaching around him.. to hold as he took her back to his room.. this time placing her down upon that bed.. -.. Oh wow.. -she suddenly exclaimed.. feeling the fabric pressing against her.. oh it was like nothing she had ever experienced.. the silk.. she exhaled softly.. this was nothing like her bed back in her kingdom.. in comparison she was previously sleeping on a pile of rocks.. or so it would have felt anyway..

she gasped when he pulled her suddenly toward him.. in closer as he held out that small peach looking fruit.. she blinked.. -.. Oh no way!.. -she exclaimed.. clearly quite floored he would have obtained such a rarity..she had heard about it.. seen it a few times though had never used it.. or experienced it.. why?.. well.. maybe the chance never presented itself.. or.. the person just wasn't quite right.. he asked her if she wanted to try it.. brushing it in such a teasing manner across her lips.. they soon parted with a shaky exhale.. -.. yes please.. -if she knew he had been saving it though.. she would have declined the offer.. watching as he took those three bites.. knowing full well what that meant.. the corners of her lips curled into a grin to match his.. before she would take what was offered.. one.. two and then three.. she was going to head down this little trip right along side him..

she slipped out of that robe then.. pressing her bare frame down atop the supremely lush fabrics.. he came to her.. manipulating her frame.. her body so she was in a position he wanted.. he desired.. his legs were tangled up with hers.. locking them into place.. she was held captive in a sense.. before he reached to tease that little pleasure bud.. he would have felt her body stiffen against his as she gasped.. it wouldn't take her long at all for her body to give in.. the bed.. the sheets.. the fruit.. and him.. she was a goner.. she whined softly.. feeling that thick cock of his pressing against her .. before it would slowly glide into her once more.. he held her firmly.. so tightly.. she was wound up.. a tangle of arms and legs.. of torments and teasing..

she moaned..swallowing down the breaths that continued to catch against the back of her throat.. Oh now this felt so good.. it felt fucking incredible.. his hand upon one of her tits.. toying with her nipples.. twisting.. plucking.. tugging upon it.. gripping and pulling before releasing so theyd bounce back against her chest.. his pace was maddening.. slowly claiming every slick sweet inch of her cunt.. -.. Oh by the goddess..-she whined softly.. gritting her teeth down as he began to bite and nip at her skin..-.. You are far to good at this.. -she swallowed.. her body trembled against his.. -.. Dont ever stop.. -she pleased in a whisper a mere moment before his lips locked onto hers..

they shared a kiss.. tongues dipping into each others mouths.. tasting.. needing.. something was different this time around.. though the way the fruit was acting in her mind it wouldn't gift her with the ideas to go further on those thoughts.. her inhibitions were gone.. she was an open book.. to anything and everything he had in mind.. she reached back to hold him.. her fingers fanning out to glide back through his hair.. curling inward.. to grip tighter just shy of scratching against his scalp in the process..she matched him.. higher than she had ever really been.. and every action he was making just felt ten fold.. she whined softly.. gasping.. whimpering.. gripping and holding him as she tilted her head back to capture his lips once more.. she honestly couldn't get enough of him.. she wanted more..

he called her his beloved wife.. his beloved.. asking her what she wished of him to do.. before he slid that naughty hand down once more to her clit.. rolling it.. flicking it.. circling and pinching.. she gasped and tightened.. almost struggling a little against his locked down hold.. her toes curled.. she cried out.. her body shaking against his as the pleasure from his actions was raking through her.. she bit down upon her plump lower lip.. looking back to him through heavily lidded eyes..-.. I ..-she whined.. he wasn't letting up.. and with his cock buried so deeply within her it was driving her to madness-.. I.. I want you -she groaned.. a hissed breath surfaced through gritted down teeth-.. I want you Rylder.. to make me.. yours.. -her head dipped back against the bedding then as she cried out once more.. the hold in his hair tightened.. nearly tearing a few strands from the root-.. Oh dear God.. -she swallowed once more.. exhaling a shaken breath..

he had so easily mastered her.. and maybe that was at the core of all of it.. maybe thats why she was so easily falling.. she'd never been in this position before.. she'd always been above it.. the men in her life had been useless.. horrible in bed.. or at the very least sub par.. she controlled every facet of her life.. everything.. and it just left her so incredibly unsatisfied.. but this.. this was so different.. he just knew what to say.. knew where to touch.. how to handle her..he did it with enough care that made her feel like she was above it.. that she was in the same high position she always held.. but that he was not so much a slave.. he did so.. feeling more like an equal.. because he wanted too.. not because he Had too..and thats why she was unravelling so easily-

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"Well age has never mattered to me honestly, and it's the fruit that ripens the longest that's the sweetest, and you are addictive sweet." He said with a wink and a lick of his lips, after all he had spent a good deal of times between her thighs just a little while ago, it wouldn't be hard for her to put two and two together. Besides, his being younger than her was a good thing in a lot of ways, it meant he had plenty of time to take care of her... In what context well... That was up to her but he would happily live out the last of his days with her, caring for her in every way a partner, a husband would... But his wants might not be hers and as such he left them in his head for now... "So that was him then?" He asked with a silent pause for a moment, his knuckles under his chin, a brow furrowed... "He was wearing the armor of the King of Skulls... I never though my old teacher would have gotten so twisted..." And it was a surprise... He figured half of the rumors he had heard were just that, rumors, no real facts in the mix... But hearing her confirm that he was there, and that she knew it was him who did it, the fact he was in Arvandor... He had a lot to think about, going quiet for a few moments as he processed it...

"Good people die all the time, not just down in Menzoberranzan but on the surface and in Arvandor too, I can't say I'd think most gods would care... Lolth might be mad at a good culling of her flock but outside of that... We're just play things to them... Hardly worth the attention." After all, he'd never seen a work of any god in his life, no priestess of Lolth coming to stop him from murdering Matrons... Hell he'd never once seen an act of a God in any sense of the word... Though if Hanali were, for instance, claim that she had arranged all this to happen so he and Gia could be together?... Then he MIGHT have to nod his head in consent to that one...

Mentioning his dream to become an artist, her offer shocked him, so much so he dropped his fork on his plate with a bit of a clang. He grimmanced a bit and apologized a moment before sitting back in his chair, looking at her beside him, just sort of... In shock, really... "You'd do that... For me?... I'd like to... Very much. Thank you..." He mentioned that his trade lay in assassinations, he had a talent for murder, one his mother refined and honed so a sharpness that made a razor look as blunt as a hammer. She mentioned she'd had more than a few attempts on her life, and that some people, well sometimes they get some right shitty luck when the reaper comes to call. "Well... You won't be needing it now that you're getting a fresh start, but if you want, I can teach you? Show you tricks of the trade and things like that? Maybe you'll learn something new?" They finished their meal then and he took the dishes, and damned skippy he was comfortable in his skin, he knew what he looked like. All his assets and his flaws, like the scars on his back and the crescent moon shaped birthmark on his lower back, a blessing on his birth he had never known of... He wasn't fully or naturally hairless, but he wasn't a beast either, he had that perfect mix of hair in all the right places... Trimmed and well kept... The hair on the top of his head was longer than the rest that he kept trimmed quite short... Able to pull it back in a proper drow pony-tail during festivals and ceremonies...

Asking if she might like to try and adapt to the sun, he offered to help her with it, and he had a great idea in mind... Every morning they could share tea and breakfast in the early starts of the morning just as the sun beings to come up, he could go diving in the calm of the waters at low tide, she'd be able to watch him work... Maybe even haul baskets up for him as he filled them one by one... It was a chance to work together as a team, and more than that, if she wanted to leave his home? His side? Then she would know a trade to keep her going and fed in her wanders... "Tomorrow morning would be perfect... We'll have tea on the landing before I go to work?" He offered, knowing she had a LOT to sleep on, a lot to process... A lot more to heal internally than someone might guess on the surface.

He picked her up then and if he moved her like she weighed nothing, it was because she did, especially compared to a dead body... He was incredibly good at removing any and all evidence, and that often meant disposing of a body or bodies, and if you want to know a true weight? It's that of a corpse. She was a virtual feather, a single gorgeous crimson red rose petal in his arms, little else. Making his way to his room he set her on the bed and her first reaction? He just grinned. "Took me years to get enough silk for it all... I might be a half cast but I want my luxuries as bad as any other drow, and in my room, I spare no effort or expense..." Which meant everything in that cavernous space was expensive, top of the line, and beyond lux... Some of the things in there he had been working on since he was a child of twelve, knowing he had to create QUITE a love nest if he wanted to catch a wife, not unlike a bower bird... The display had to be... Just so... Of the highest quality and the rarest items... She seemed to love it and he was more than a little chuffed at her pleasure, if anything it gave him just that little added strut, quite pleased with himself. He then retrieved that fruit he had been holding onto, oh it was beyond rare, impossible to grow or close to... He couldn't imagine a better person to share it with, honestly this was a dream come true, and while it was at the cost of an entire population? He couldn't find it in him to shed a tear, not a single. Fucking. One.

"I know, I tended a wild plant of it out in the deeper cave system for three years before it fruited for me, and believe me I harvested every single fruit..." Which, even for all that time and effort, taking care with a plant that was pickier than Lolth herself? Wasn't a ton... He had four, this one dropping it down to three now, and he was trying to grow another down in the dark... Hoping he might find a way to nurture it... The amount of money someone would pay for one of those fruits was mind boggling... He teased her, rolling it across her lips, asking if she wanted to share... Drugs and drow were hand in hand, like inhale and exhale, you can't have one without the other. Hearing the yes, even the please, oh... Oh this was going to be one of the best nights of his life, he could feel it deep, deep in his bones...

Taking three bites he left the other three for her, a wicked smile on his lips as she returned it with one of her own, taking the other three bites... The last bit of flesh and the pit set on the table beside the bed as they made a shared trip down pleasure avenue... Once it started to kick in he began to move her this way and that, tangling her up in his arms and legs, putting her in a certain position... A desired pose so that when they both took the full hit? They'd be able to truly enjoy it and each other in every sense of the word... In the moment he was kissing her, teasing her just a touch, only to start to dip... The drug getting stronger, that deliciously tainted fruit starting to hit all those cells in his brain, allowing everything to come to the surface... He called her his wife, for him, that was his fantasy... Her as his wife, mother of his children, the woman he would worship and adore for the rest of their lives... Sliding his hand down along her skin in a caress that felt as if he knew how to stroke her very soul, he had dipped down to tease her clit, to warm up and restoke those fires... He knew it wouldn't be much, he had feasted on her quite a bit earlier, and all she needed was a quick spark...

Feeling her go stiff, the way she moaned, the whines... His cock was harder than steel and hot as a flame for her, thick and throbbing, bouncing against her as he slid in... Teasing just for a moment before lining them up, sliding his cock up into her, and it was his turn to groan... Deep and throaty as he felt that unbelievable perfection of her vice tight pussy, how slick and wet she was, how utterly fucking perfect... He couldn't hold himself still, sliding in and out of her at a maddeningly slow place that played merry lucious hell with the both of them, his hands finding and capturing her breast while toying with her clit... Pushing her sweet and hot but far from over the top, this was more of a warm up, a decadent introduction... "I was made for you my darling... This body, this heart and this soul, they're yours for always... You're the wife I've always wanted, the woman I've loved, and will love for all the tomorrows this body has..." He whispered against her neck, kissing and nibbling, the soft torment of her ear... "As You Wish..." He said as he continued on, there was no way he was going to stop, not until they were both as satisfied as two bodies could ever be... And then a little past that for good measure.

Lips locked and tongues tangled, his hands were all over her, warm loving strokes over her stomach and lower... Dipping down to gather up those wet love juices to slide over her clit, to slick it up, to tease and delight... Keeping her there held against him, unable to move unless he let her, pinning her with such sweet torment... Oh he could spend the rest of his life kissing her, tangled up with her just like this, and if he was lucky... They could... All the while he fucked her slow and sweet, dragged out every single motion with maddening intent, ensuring she felt every ridge and vein of his cock... And he in turn suffered delightedly with each dip and push inside her, awed and humbled by the sheer perfection of her, his body throbbing with hunger... With pleasure... He felt everything ten times over, every sense heightened, every pleasure sensor was in overdrive...

What did she want? What did she crave?... He wanted to know as she came against him, the way she shivered and shook, keeping his fingers over her clit all the same... Never really letting her up now that she had hit that orgasm, making sure it never fully subsided, just built higher... Higher still... Hearing her words made his heart break and soar all at the same time, tightening his body around hers, pushing himself as deep into her as he could possibly get... And there he would pause... Throbbing as he kissed over the place of her pulse, fingers masterfully furious over her clit as she could feel it... The start of the pulsing... The throbs... "Marry me Gia... Marry me, be my wife... Let me make you mine..." He nearly sung into her ear, letting his voice dip and twine about her senses, what he was asking... And offering... She wanted to be his... And he wanted nothing more than to give her just that...

If she said yes he'd let go, uttering words of love in drow and common, pulsing violently inside of her... Deep... Deeper still... Flooding every inch of her as he dragged her through an orgasm with him, the two of them peaking in tandem, making him ache most deliciously... Feeling the white hot sting as she pulled on his hair, taking a few strands to tangle around her fingers to boot, but oh... He couldn't find a single thing to complain about! He came down slowly, not completely oh no, far from it... But in that deeply pleasurable way, his cock still inside her, still jerking rhythmically before he slowly pulled out... Rolling her onto her back as he took his place between her thighs, such tender touches along her legs as he guided her to lock them around him, resting over her... Not smothering her like some mens weight could feel, rather his weight was protective, sheltering her from the world and everything in it... A buffer between her and the cold reality around them... From now on, he would be her armor, there to stand between anything that might try to hurt her... Guarding her, sheltering her, protecting and providing for her... Everything a woman could dream of in a husband...

He slid into her slowly then, inch by precious inch, holding her to his chest... Arms under her arms and along her back, cradling her head in his hands, fingers tangling in the softest crimson locks... "You will always be mine..." He whispered against her lips before he kissed her, a kiss of true love, pure and unfiltered like honey from the hive... Slow, deep strokes, angling his hips up just a touch on the entrance, to stroke along those rich pleasured zones before sliding out almost entirely... The head of his cock resting against her tight entrance, to know the space without him before sliding back in, over and over again... Loving...Touching... Kissing... His lips were all over her skin, whispering poetry against her flesh, stealing her moans and cries with his kisses.... Over and over again, entrance and exit, thrust and retreat... He didn't fuck her, he didn't dominate her with violence, no hard iron shackles of subjugation... Instead she was mastered, made his in only the softest of ways, not only taming the flesh but claiming the soul, the softest silk bindings around her, a lovers caress instead of the bite of slavery... He made her his in every sense of the word, giving her what she asked for but also? What she needed... Because what she needed? He did too... Their dreams, their wants and desires, the things they kept hidden from others? Were one in the same... She wanted to be loved, honestly and truly, and he? Wanted to love someone from the bottom of his heart, the depths of his soul, and that? He felt with her... And he wanted to give her every desire she could imagine...

In these moments? Like this? He was her equal, she didn't drop down to his level, rather he rose to meet her... No longer a slave but a man, she no longer a matron but a woman, and together? They danced elegantly the figures set down since the dawn of time, adding their own twist, their own music to the tempo... After all, love is it's own rhythm, it's own melody... He'd make love to her for hours there, bodies twining together, moans and cries sinking into the stone... Hearts beating in tandem as their sexes met in a perfect rhythm... They fit, hand to glove, and they made sex into art... Rolling left to right, he on top and then she, the sheets being flooded with sweat, sex and cum... Hair a wild mess for them both as their bodies bore the warm prints of hands and nails, teeth and lips... The sun overhead passing them by at it's own leisurely pace as they wasted the hours away in each others arms and the pleasure found between them...