To Do What Must be Done

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The two of them had gone toe to toe.. and it had started out with such promise.. hand to hand combat, blows matched almost evenly.. until he ripped the rug out from under her with the knowledge that it was her own sister that was behind it all.. every bit of it.. Caela was out to ruin her life.. to end her and her family.. she did not understand the reasoning.. what had she ever done that was So bad to her sister.. she was always there to help her.. always had her back.. defended her whenever anyone said an ill word or crossed their paths.. she had loved her sister for years.. Garafin cared for her yes.. they were close friends.. but thats all they were.. she'd never done so much as firted with the man.. Nothing.. there were two people in their small circle that she had not touched in a sexual way.. that being Garafin and Aeson.. regardless of what people thought.. she knew the truth.. and so did they..


He dropped her.. she landed hard upon her knees when he pinned her down and no amount of struggling was going to get her out of this one.. she had to concede defeat.. something she had not had to do in a very, very long time.. the two of them spoke.. she had asked him for advice.. what would he do.. if he were in this position and his advice.. though a little fortune cookie-ish still hit home pretty hard.. she needed to lean on her loved ones.. her Husband.. her son.. and those that.. by definition could be referred to as friends.. he helped her get back to her feet.. she struggled a little..

her energy was almost completely sapped out but she pushed through it.. she heard that Nautilous had set something up for her.. down in the castle dungeon.. though she had no idea what that was meant to be.. her mind couldn't even begin to fathom it.. feeling more than a bit deflated at this point.. she tugged down on her top.. making sure it was still in place when he mentioned Rose.. her brow lifted.. turning to glance toward him with those perfectly pale orbs.. -.. Oh really?.. copped a bit of an eyeful did you?.. -she tilted her head.. the corners of her lis twitched-.. She's pretty hot.. everyone would have paid in blood to get their hands on her in that venue.. You included.. -she nudged his side with the point of her elbow.. though the comment about her being mistaken for a door stop had her give him a shove with her hip-.. Still a cheeky shit..

The gods only let things grow until their perfect Thaylan, some of us didn't take as long as others.. -she jabbed right back at him.. before they arrived at the dungeon stone doors.. she placed her hand down upon it.. giving it a bit of a push before she paused.. turning to press her back to it as she looked to him there.. -.. I uh.. -she exhaled.. -.. I have a feeling.. something is coming.. there's an odd feeling.. like a scent on the air.. whispers on the wind.. its been too quiet.. for too long.. -all the silly had disappeared from her voice.. all the teasing.. the torment.. it was just.. the Sydel he met.. once upon a time.. oh so long ago-.. and I fear that rumbling is going to open up a vast battle field one day.. -she paused-.. I hope I dont see you there.. -her gaze lifted.. that white lifeless valley lingered upon his striking red circlets..there were very few people in this world on opposing sides that she couldn't bring herself to lay hands on.. he was one of them.. and her biggest fear.. was when out on the battle field.. mid frenzy.. there would be no telling friend from foe.. -..I kind of missed your face.. a little.. maybe..

-she paused a moment.. before she turned and pulled the door open.. disappearing down the darkened stairs as the heavy door closed neatly behind her.. numerous locks sliding into place ..she exhaled.. rolling her neck a little as she began to make her way down..-.. Nautilous?.. -she called out.. hearing her voice echo a little.. causing a few prisoners to call out to her.. groaning.. yelling some of it were english.. a lot of it simply babble.. closer to the bottom of the stairs she moved before the scent struck her.. blood.. a lot of it.. a veritable bathing of it.. and not just any blood.. witch elf blood.. her eyes widened considerably.. her feet froze in place-.. Oh.. -her mouth dropped open.. she felt her heart sieze there in her chest-.. Oh.. oh what have you done?.. -her voice called out.. her pale white fingers gripped the moist stone wall..

she had made it around the corner.. her gaze fell upon him.. down the long dimly lit corridor.. shirtless.. his body coated in blood.. the scent stronger down here than anywhere else. it soaked in through her pores.. -.. You need to go.. please.. just.. -her body jerked.. her lids fluttered as if she were blinking rapidly.. before the pure pale white of her eyes was replaced by inky soulless black.. the stylised skull rune of her father..soon carved its way into her forehead.. red and black.. the scent of burning flesh made several prisoners convulse as the very veins along her arms.. beneath her skin caught alight.. flames running lines from her fingers to her elbows like black branches.. she growled.. she cried out through grit down teeth.. it hurt like a bitch.

. it stung and made her blood near boil as her precious dark little heart throbbed within the confines of her chest.. slender charcoal coated fingers soon elongated.. sharpened nails stretched out.. looking more like talons than anything else.. she growled.. she almost snarled at him there.. and if it werent for the poor fools dressed up like Caela she would have ran straight for him.. but no.. the scent of their poor insignificant.. pathetic little souls hit her first.. and she sprung.. with a strength she should not have had for someone so slight.. the bars of the cells were torn from their hinges.. the screaming.. the blood curdling cries from those she tore to pieces rang out throughout the entire dungeon area.. skin was torn from muscle.. bones snapped and shattered.. teeth pulled.. jaws broken.. her nails tore flesh and scalps..

her teeth ripped through anything and everything they possibly could.. her attire.. from earlier was just about shredded in the process.. leaving her simply coated in the blood and bodily fluids of anyone that got in her way.. she moved from cell to cell.. ripping the throats out of some.. the hearts from others.. heads went flying and she managed to suckle on an eyeball or two.. the dungeon looked like it had been raided by some hulking beast.. lead and steel bars were bent and broken.. bodies thrown.. some weren't even closely recognisable when she was done.. she'd managed to fashion some poor souls spine into a weapon.. its sharpened point was becoming an awful lot of fun to stab skin with.. she got incredibly violent with those that wore Caelas head.. blood splattered the walls.. spraying out.. showering whomever was still alive.. so many cried out for help.. so many screamed to be released.. huddling back in their cages.. some even attempted to escape before she sprung at them like an animal would hunting its prey..

soon enough the dungeon fell silent.. every single living soul was extinguished.. except one.. she sauntered out of one of the cages.. blood trickling down her body.. coating her breasts.. her thighs.. only scraps of fabric remained of her outfit.. she came to stand there.. maybe half way.. -.. You did this.. -she snapped suddenly.. pointing to him there at the end of the long corridor.. her voice was a little deeper.. its pitch seemed to shift.. and there was an obvious snarl.. she spat out an eyeball.. it bounced a few times before she crushed it beneath her small bare foot.. -.. Do you desire pain?.. Do you ask for death?.. -she dragged her tongue across her bloodied lower lip.. her teeth sharpened to points glistened in the low torch lighting.. those soulless eyes just stared down at him.. as if looking right through him....her deflated sense of self was gone.. Sydel..was gone.. this was her in frenzy.. this was a shell of herself.. where the only thing she desired was blood.. death and sex.. and lots of it.. but not necessarily in that order.. her skills were impressive.. incredibly savage and brutal.. she had her kill spree down to a fine art.. and yet.. the blood spray and mess was just supurb

-Because thats what you're going to get for awakening the beast.. she's hungry.. and you look like a fine hot meal.. -she snapped her teeth down.. her fingers curled inward.. those inky black talons turned frosty.. a little cloud of cool mist seemed to float up from them.. the ice trickled down the length of the bloodied spine she held.. she began to stalk her way toward him.. leaving tiny bloodied footprints in her wake.. once the spine hit the floor though the ice seemed to cease.. or did it?.. his hearing was probably quite attuned to every action she made.. he didn't want to die afterall and he hadn't seen her at full power before.. but close to it.. if he let his guard down he would find his boots frozen to the floor.. if even for a short time given how hot his body ran.. she would take off in a pixie like sprint.. her body almost disappearing from view as she lept toward him.. her attack was swift and hard.. nails, teeth.. she shoved him hard and off his feet.. such a small thing and yet she packed one hell of a punch.. she snarled and growled.. the stuff of nightmares to look at her.. though.. with how dark he was..maybe its what he needed.. -


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"What you need." His answer was simple and almost too quiet down in that dark, blood soaked mausoleum of death, bodies and bones scattered about like fleshy confetti... He knew he was playing with fire but he was born from the stuff, the heart of a sun had brought him into this world, burned from inside out. He could handle her own flames, dance with them and show her how to burn once more, to purge all the remnants of dead that clogged her heart and mind and caused all to rot. "Trust me Sydel... Then let go." No pet names, no sweet words, no endearing clauses... Just pure honesty. Trust him. Trust might be a high order for her but it was all he had. She had to trust him and let go... Let that other side of her come out and purge the rot. He watched as she started to shift, he'd seen parts of it here and there on the battlefield, hints of what lay under a tightly wrapped box. Now it was going to come out in full, he knew how to trigger it at this point after watching what happened to Jacob when he hit that frenzy and he knew that Jacob was only half, Sydel? Would be about ten times worse. Attuned to her every movement and shift he kept careful mental notes of what had come down and changed and yes, he studied the way she attacked and fought, it was why he had left those dummies out in the first place. That and to give her a chance to get some of her anger and aggravation out before it was his turn. He was glad he had left her plenty of fodder though, even if it was baited fodder there was enough to sate her for the most part, to temper down the sharp edge... Or so he had figured, this was a new area for him after all, he had to watch and make sure he knew just how far she could go and what this side of her could do both damage and stamina wise.





Though if she thought for a second he was disgusted by her? Afraid of her? She was sorely and grossly mistaken. He loved her, all sides of her, the good and bad and all that crazy shit in the middle. This was just one of those parts that they were discovering together. She had to learn she could do this around him and not kill him. He had to learn there were sides of her he had yet to see and understand. It wasn't as long as one might have thought for her to work her way through the rest of the brides, using bones, specifically a spine as a weapon before the last life was snuffed out in a blood curdling spray and ruby rain... Seeing her coming towards him? He didn't flinch, he didn't move but he was watching her like a hawk, a starving one at that. "I desire for your freedom. Pain and Death are simply two sides of the same coin and it's a currency I've bartered with before. It holds no surprises for me." He said though the pitch change was different, he hadn't expected that but then again it was just something to learn along with the other changes in her right now, something to make note of. He knew she needed to snap, he had seen how good it was for Jacob, a virtual reset... It might be something they needed as a family, as a race, after all he needed sex to fuel his own existence... They might just thrive off of the energy that comes from death... No... Not just death but violent death... That alone sounded like their paternal side... Khorn never cared how it was done so much as it was done honorably. Another new feature he caught that was unique to her was the ice that seemed to grow on her like a hoar frost, beautiful but it didn't exactly bode well, taking that into consideration... He'd been caught like that once in his youth so he was on extra alert for anything even remotely ice like... Which meant the bit about his feet. He could have stepped back but the chances were she would have done a large area around him in the very expected outcome of his reaction. It was easier to simply channel more of his own internal heat to his feet so that the ice melted before it formed, catching her run at him and he pretended as if he were caught, giving her a sense of security that was false...





That didn't prepare him however for just how hard she would hit, a flicker of surprise on his face as she connected, faster than he had expected for a split second... Everything being taken into account and a rapid battle plan was forming, evolving by the second, learning about this side of her at a very rapid pace. "You're welcome to try and eat me but fucking me tends to get better results." He said cockily as he landed on his feet, the push she had given him he had turned into a sort of living art, using the momentum with a twist of his body to make it look like a dance. He'd brush his hand across his shoulder as if he were removing a bit of dust, her attack on him had left him completely unphased, standing as casual as you fucking please. "Come along then, if you want to play with the big boys, you have to pay just like everyone else." With that he struck her back, the sound of a sharp boom as he moved, breaking three sound barriers in once and she? Would find herself flying through the air from a shoulder check to her chest, hard enough to land her against the wall with a hard crush of stone and bone... Not her own though, he was being careful of where he hit her, ensuring she went into a pile of body parts or had chains to catch and slow her down. "Do you have a name or are you simply a beast? I'd like to know what name to carve on your tombstone." Yes, he was baiting her and with purpose, he knew that she wouldn't run out of this stage until she was beaten back, Jacob had barely left enough of Ric to send back to Gia. Sydel was full power and full blooded which meant that this had to go all the way or not at all... Given that the forty some odd bodies hadn't been enough? Yeah... He'd have to play hard or they'd be here all day and he wasn't sure that was good for the baby... If the baby even survived... He'd seen her miscarry before when she'd gone under too much mental trauma, he wouldn't exactly be surprised if that happened here, though Gods knew he'd moun true and deep at the loss he'd also respect that sometimes that shit's just gotta happen...

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the scent of the witch elf blood seeped in through her veins.. soaked through her pores.. it replicated when latching onto her own cells..and in a matter of a few small moments she changed.. physically and mentally ..the visuals were striking.. the inky black colouring in her eyes.. the lengthening of her fingers.. the claw like nails and the charred skin.. the shadows of muscles could be seen rippling beneath her perfectly pale skin.. her bodies strength tripled ..if not more.. such a small creature.. yet it would be hard to match her in the ring if anyone truly dared.. for a Witch Elf in full frenzy was a cold blooded killer.. no remorse.. no empathy.. not a shred of care.. nothing would distract her from her goal..she was not prepared for this.. her gaze fell upon him there at the end of the corridor.. his body coated in the blood of her dead sisters.. it was so thick in the cells that the usual water in the air had been replaced.. the two of them were practically breathing in blood with every intake.. and it just made it all the more worse..

she would have lept for him.. she would have sprinted but the figures on either side of her caught her attention first.. the glamour making them look like Caela spurned her anger.. pushed her harder and in turn she tore into those flesh bags like they were downy soft pillows.. skin and muscle.. bones and skulls went flying.. bloody mist sprayed out ..coating the walls and iron bars.. the lead and metal was bent and broken.. the sounds were magnificent..almost magical to those that were of the darker minds.. but soon enough she had worked through the mass.. and there she stood.. a dripping mess there about half way toward him.. she goaded him.. asking him if he desired death.. his responses were intriguing.. that he desired her freedom.. that there was no real surprises for him.. he bartered with death and pain before.. her brow rose a little then.. arching delicately upon her scarlet spotted skin.. -.. an old hand at this then?.. so you should be able to counter every move I make..

-the corners of her lips curled.. revealing those pearly white gates.. sharpened and glistening from the poison that came from the glands just inside her cheeks.. he might have remembered her using it when they were younger.. the pheromone laced drugs that induced orgasmic spasms and soon there after a slow extremely painful death.. so many soldiers died in puddles of their own bodily fluids.. she had dropped the end of the pointed spine down onto the stone flood.. the ice was new.. fog puffing from her fingers down along it till it.. disappeared.. was he ready for it?.. normally it would have frozen his feet directly to the stone.. but it would appear he countered it quickly.. something she herself picked up on when the temperature in the room rose a few more degrees.. she took off in a pixie sprint.. fast enough that it appeared in placed her body slipped from view.. weaving.. left and right.. she was there.. and then she wasn't... it would be near impossible to keep track of her before she shoved him back hard.. and it was with a lot more strength than he was prepared for.. -

.. If theres anything left of you to fuck.. Ill get to that afterwards.. -she quipped .. attacking him with teeth and talons.. before he struck her mid way between her shoulder and chest..the sound was enough to cause the brick work in the dungeon to shift.. to crackle and dust to form.. and she went flying backwards as he intended.. snapping her teeth down in a growl before that icy fog would return.. taking the temperature in the room back down.. her movements were performed in the blink of an eye.. any slower and she would have found herself hitting that back wall with such force it could have killed her.. she managed to grapple onto the lengths of chain and leather hanging from the ceiling.. whipping them back toward him.. though they'd appear to miss?.. did she over shoot perhaps?.. mis calculate the distance as they fell behind him..

before that slight little body of hers would suddenly be jerked forward.. the leather.. the chains had anchored on something.. his lower back.. with the small meat hooks slicing down into his skin.. his muscle.. and with the speed she was travelling at ..anchoring into him meant that skidded mid way up his back before she stopped momentum.. she hissed-..There wont be anything left of you for a tomb stone..-stretching out her right arm.. fingers connected with one of the wooden banisters closer to the roof.. she jumped over it and then allowed herself to fall.. bouncing a little on the way down like a child would on a trampoline.. she was using his back as a reverse bungee cord.. every time she moved it dragged higher toward his shoulders.. leaving some damn fine angry red open wounds..she hung upside down for a moment..

before turning about and landing delicately upon those small bare feet-. Syn.. it will be the last name coming from those pretty lips of yours.. -she bowed toward him.. though those inky black orbs never left him.. not once.. her fingers remained curled around the leather and chain.. before she shot toward him.. closing the distance in little more than a blink of an eye.. pulling him forward in the process.. if he was anchored onto the ground enough he would not lose his footing.. otherwise he would probably tumble.. her movements were graceful and purposed.. like a cat.. she leapt once more.. lifting up off the ground as her intended target.. his shoulders.. wrapping those creamy white thighs around his head.. strong enough to crack his head like a walnut.. her claws ended up in his hair.. gripping.. yanking his head backward to look up to her.. did he dare breathe in deeply?.. did he dare allow any of her laced sweat or honey to enter his body through any means? to claw in deeply into his mind and cause all manner of fuckery in his head.. -.. You're such a pretty boy.. why do you beg for death?..

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Playing with fire always came with the risk that you were going to get burned. Luckily for him he was fire proof, he knew he could handle anything she tossed at him, though that didn't mean he wouldn't or couldn't be surprised by it. This was a new thing for them both, or at the very least for him as he had never seen her go this deep before, and he couldn't say if even she had ever had cause to go this full tilt. It was needed all the same though, it really was, there was nothing to be done outside of an extreme measure. Of course there was the old adage that time healed all wounds but that wasn't always true, and nine out of ten times? Who the FUCK wanted to wait that long? Not his ass that was for sure. Patience was needed but when it came to fixing his family? He was the most impatient son of a bitch anyone would ever meet. As such this was his ace in the hat, the last ditch effort to help her heal, and for as extreme as it was? This was the only way he knew was a guarantee... But which cost was he going to have to pay? As it was he made sure the witch elves left behind were able to defend themselves inside their cages, that allowing him to gauge just how she moved, how she worked... Like a syllabus to her fighting style in this form, he was able to draw references and countermeasures to various things in his life, stacking the odds in his favor. Sadly he was going at this at a disadvantage, newly back to life and at half power, they were more of an even match than they would have been otherwise. That? Meant he had to play carefully...

Fuck if he knew how the hell to do that.

"Old, no. Experienced? Naturally... Seasoned? Perfectly..." He countered as she jumped at him and he knew better than to let those lovely little white picket teeth of her near his skin, he'd seen that shit before first hand, knew how it felt when she decided to lace him one of the first times they fucked... He'd been higher than a fucking kite and the hang over was murder. As such he kept their distance, watching the new tricks she let drop like water balloons to explode on the surface of the floor, ice crackling out in spikes of hoar frost... Oh he knew that trick of a sort, he'd made the mistake of fucking an ice dragon once and she? Was not the sharing type and as such had made his life irritating for about a week as she kept freezing him inside her lair and... Other more... Interesting places... Sydel's wasn't the first icy cunt he had fucked, just the best. She came at him faster than he had expected and that contact was solid, sending him backwards as he used that momentum to shift his own energy, letting it roll over him like water before landing in a way that was pure art in motion. He knew from that? He couldn't play with her and have the gloves on, this was a bare knuckle kind of fight, and the harsh reality of that came out when she dropped the temperature back down.

He was a creature of the sand and sun, he lived for the heat, was one with it... The sudden arctic snap was like oil and water to him. He couldn't exist in it and in his current state, he had to focus much and more on the event at hand, which meant some things had to be let go... Energies shifted and focused on the more important things, but right now those energies had to come from somewhere, and those somewheres were appearance related... The glamor he had going 24/7 faded and all the scars and burns of his life began to show on his skin, long jagged things in various stages of healing, burns that left his skin pockmarked and shiny... He'd had some fucked up clients in his life that each left a mark on his skin but admittedly the worst had been Sydel, she'd scared and carved him up like a christmas turkey, and without the glamor they all came flooding to the surface... A milky white pupil on his left eye where she had raked him with her talons, leaving a scar from forehead down to his clavicle, leaving his lips puckered in a permanent smirk on that side... He looked... Rough... That flawless beauty was gone and in it's place was a man who had once been stunning but looking far worse for wear through life, but if you liked a guy who looked like he could beat someone's ass all the way into the next milenia or two, well then he was fucking caviar. Champagne. Cognac. Single Malt Whisky. He was... Luscious...

If you were into that sort of thing.

"Saying you'll have enough stamina to do the fucking." He said right back, not missing a beat as he shifted the energies back into keeping the room hot, suiting his own nature and purposes, allowing him to flourish where a moment before he found it harder to move than it should be. When he shot her back he easily saw the way things had moved, the chains and bits of leather slowing her down, he didn't want to kill her after all but he also knew kid gloves weren't going to help this situation what so ever. Seeing those same chains shoot back at him? He wasn't THAT stupid... Though he also knew it wasn't worth the added effort to prevent much either, he focused more of his energy to the area where the hooks sunk in, hardening the muscle under it so that the damage inflicted was... Manageable... "Big words from someone short enough to be an end table." He shot back, letting her think she had him where she wanted him, letting his blood sluice down his back in a red torrent. Oh yeah... He'd be feeling this for the next few days easily. Those movements of hers like some pixie cirque du sole type shit kept yanking those hooks higher and he knew he'd have a set of scars on his back like some damned fallen angel.

When the name was given it made a brow rise, even as he kept himself anchored quite solidly where he was, and if she had thought for a moment why he stood still and took that torture? She'd realize it was bad news... Incredibly bad news... Sydel had been around him enough to know if he was ever sitting still in a fight for longer than thirty seconds? He was laying out a network of traps around him like a god damned minefield. "So there was Sybelle first, then Syn which is you, then Sydel after... Currious." He said aloud as he realized there were three parts to Sydel herself, sort of like the Birth, the Life, then the Death... Funny that so many things could exist in such a small package. All the while though he was sending his own network out, a bit like a tarantula in a way, laying out a super fine network of webs around him that set off a trigger of it's own. He? Was just waiting for her to move, and move she did as she shot forward, intending to yank him off his feet but he had made sure he was firmly planted. With that last yank of hers the hooks sprung free from his skin and he caught them with both hands, seemingly idle at first as she leapt up onto his shoulders with her core pressed right up to his chin, a normally luscious position but this honeyed flower was baited with a fair bit of toxin today... Fingers in his hair his head was yanked back to look at her, careful not to breath too deeply or let himself fall into the trap she set up. "I beg for nothing Syn. What I want I take." He said before he'd snap those chains and leather straps he had been holding in his hand and the whole room suddenly shimmered with heat, the stones seeming to begin to glow, burning like embers before the sudden violent stench of burning flesh and boiling blood began to stir about the room. Those straps wove and spun in the air before they'd find their place around her neck where they'd begin to burn her icy skin, setting a network of runes to snap along that pale expanse like brands carved into snow.


What did it do? Nothing too extreme... He simply snapped her ability to draw on the ice she used, turning the field more towards his own advantage, because as the heat grew? So did his power. He tugged on those lengths so that she was tugged up, she'd either have to let go of him with those long milky white stems or her head would be popped off like the cork out of a champagne bottle, giving him the chance to move in and strike hard. It took several calculated movements but he had the strikes down pat and incredibly precise... He'd hit pressure points on her like pegging pins to a map, blocking her energy flow and making her joins throb and pulse with pain, her muscles being to seize up with ferocious cramps... And he? He backed off and dropped the chains and turned his energies to stopping the blood from gushing down his back. Even if he had kept the damage to his muscles minimal that didn't mean his skin had been spared and several blood vessels had been hit and torn. He? Was bleeding pretty fucking profusely and if he didn't work on stemming it now? He'd be useless in about half an hour.

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..she noticed the difference in his appearance.. she felt the energy shifting in the room the moment the glamour dropped..the chiselled good looks vanished.. well they were still there ..kind of.. but he was so much rougher.. sharper on the edges ..she had to admit he looked utterly dreadful.. but it was her type of dreadful.. she could see strength in those scars.. she could see resilience in those battle wounds.. he was weathered ..he was scratched up and odd looking.. but he was far from broken.. and all of that.. it called to her.. made a bubble of admiration perhaps form..stealing her attention.. demanding her to distraction before she forcibly popped it..

he may have even noticed her falter when he reverted back to his.. more natural form.. she spat out her name to him then.. this.. Syn.. that it would be the last name he uttered..the last one he called out to.. before he took his final breath.. he own brow rose when he spoke of her former.. this.. Sybelle.. and then of course Sydel.. her lips thinned-.. Sybelle is weak..pathetic.. young and a used bit of rag on someones night stand.. practically everyone's night stand.. -she shrugged her shoulders...in retrospect she as Syn did have all the power.. no one dared to cross her.. no one dared tell her what to do.. and No one single soul dared to take a piece of that body without her invitation..Belles was the opposite ..-.. Sydel.. well.. im not privy.. not really..-which was probably for the best.. or she would no doubt barb you with every bit of information she possibly could.. she yanked on those lengths of leather ..the chains and was almost teleported onto his shoulders..

those perfect creamy white thighs wrapped about his head.. incredibly inviting.. though if he were a smart man he would know better than to sup from her.. long fingers curled into his thick hair.. yanking it back as those soulless orbs looked down to him..she asked him why he begged for death..before his response told her he begged for nothing.. that he took what ever he desired-.. and what is it you want pretty boy?.. -the corners of her lips curled.. those pearly gates peeked through..though his next series of actions caused those eyes of hers to widen a little.. she felt the temperature rise drastically.. her breath audibly sounded as she tore her gaze away to look around at the changes in the room.. the colouring of the stone tiles.. the scent of burning flesh.. the boiling blood.. she grit her teeth down.. forcing a huffed frustrated breath.. she was a creature of the cold.. having been reborn in the icy clutches of Naggaroth -.. What the Fuck are you.. -she managed to utter before she felt the searing hot leather wrapping about her throat.. instantly her hands moved from his hair to he neck.. where she gripped and scratched at it. almost knocking herself off balance in the process.. she hissed and groaned as the runes burnt into her otherwise perfectly pale flesh..

his movements were precise shortly there afterwards.. he struck her rapidly.. all in quick ferocious succession.. she cried out.. she growled.. she jerked and shifted.. all in efforts to dodge and pull back.. before the chains were dropped and she managed to flip back down from him.. her knees landed hard against the scorching hot stone.. it took her a moment.. maybe two before her body would register that her skin was burning leaving those knees of hers charred and black before she hissed and made a leap for the hanging chains.. climbing up those like a spider would.. swift quickly and in the blink of an eye.. out of sight.. she was up atop one of the banisters.. watching the steam rise.. and up here it was thicker and stronger than it was down below.. each bubble contained a bloodied spray.. enough to cause her heart to throb within the confines of her chest.. .. she began to sweat.. it trickled down every sweet supple inch of that deadly frame of hers.. taking with it the blood she had become coated with.. the toxins.. the poison.. just spewed from her pores..

the air now not only thick with witch elf blood and his own heat.. but now her toxic laden pheromones.. it would have struck him like being caught before a wave of water...she curled her fingers then.. all in effort to draw forth her frost.. her ice.. only for it to cause a puff.. maybe two.. and then nothing.. her brows furrowed.. she tried again.. and again.. growing more and more frustrated.. and every time she tried she drained that little bit more of herself..she was riled.. she was angry.. he had managed to steal from her something she was not ready nor willing to part with..walking along the thick wooden banisters above his head.. skipping from left to right.. letting thick heavy chains suddenly drop down in his direction. left.. right.. right.. left.. no order.. no pattern.. some were heavier than others and depending on just how much attention he was placing on his back wounds.. well it would depend on wether or not they struck him.. in the head.. she winced audibly-.. those wounds on your back look dreadful.. want some help?.

.--she wouldn't give him the chance to answer.. instead she dropped down behind him.. her feet sizzled when they came in contact with the scorching tiles.. it took but a moment for the searing heat to get through the icy cool of her skin before it would start to burn.. she didn't need an invitation though.. before she spat.. at that wide open wound of his.. her profuse sweating had caused those glands of hers to work over time.. but how quickly would his body burn up her toxin?.. would he be able to burn it up whilst leaving his wounds open..would he become distracted by the sudden rush of pheromones and toxins.. and misplace her.. if he span about she would with swift actions kick out the back of his knees.. she had to keep moving.. she had to jump about like a god damn pixie to keep her feet from burning up.. she knew what she needed to do.. to get it back.. to get her energy to a place where she could easily burn up his restrictions..but she had to find the time.. the right time.. and as luck would have it..

she noticed a shift.. a slight change.. either her feet had become so burnt they were no longer feeling the pain or he was weakening.. it wasn't a lot.. but it was enough.. and she was going to take any opportunity she had.,,especially since she was at a clear disadvantage.. the loops of leather spun quickly finding their place about his arms as it pulled them back behind him.. fastening nearer his wrists and elbows.. a hard shove would have him on his back.. sure the bindings were temporary.. she knew it.. she was sure he knew it.. but it would serve its immediate purpose.. and hopefully long enough for her to regain some of the power that had been drained from her by the heat and the restrictions.. she leapt for him.. one hand lifted .. fingers fanned out to grip beneath his throat.. forcing his head back down into the warmed stone and blood puddles..

the other was busy with whatever he was wearing from the waist down.. a belt.. buckles.. buttons and zippers.. if the pheromones and her own spit did its job that length of his should be rock hard and no doubt aching from its confines.. she gripped it firmly with her cool smooth fingers.. her knees were dug down into the filthy floor.. she still weighed practically nothing.. and on any given day he would have been able to throw her around like a rag doll.. but today.. she had a massive pool of strength.. she was quick and savage.. her movements were calculated and perfected.. she wanted him.. or to be a little more specific.. she needed to fuck him.. and she was going to do just that.. there was no time for foreplay.. no teasing or tormenting one another.. no love or lust or candles.. she just positioned herself and dropped down upon that incredibly thick length of his.. perhaps not quite prepared for the sheer size of him as her mouth dropped open in response.. the grip about his throat tightened.. nails dragged against his skin as she cried out.. but like static required friction to build it.. she required movement to fill her own reserves.. she began to fuck him.. her fingers curled into his mouth as she took that control for as long as he would remain in those bindings.. -

[BadInfluence]

"Young sure but wanted badly, beauty like that comes once in a millenia, and jealousy doesn't look good on you." The clap back was instant and sharp, Sybelle had her flaws just like anyone else, but he'd not let anyone talk badly about his wife either. Even if that person was, well, his wife... Eh... Ish?... Syn would likely roll on the floor laughing if she knew the person she was gunning so hard for was actually her husband. Twisted fucking marriage this one, huh? "No one is privy of Sydel if she doesn't want you to be." Oh now that? Was said with a smirk. Sydel rarely let someone in, and by rarely he meant pretty much never, and that naturally put him on a very tiny... Very exclusive list. Something he was grateful for in a lot of ways. Although the fact that each side of her seemed to be completely unaware of the other? Was unique. Sydel, Sybelle, and Syn... How had they all managed to exist in someone shorter than a champagne bottle? Ok that part was a tease naturally but he did wonder. Course he didn't have a whole lot of time to ponder that before she made him into her personal yo-yo post and used the hooks in his back as a counter weight, scarring him up damn nice before leaping onto his head, and to be honest? Yeah. There was a fucking struggle there not to slam her into a wall and do what he would have done normally for Sydel, which was make her scream and beg him to stop as he made her his bitch in bed, literally and figuratively... The only reason he didn't? Was because he knew what she was and all it took? Was one little hit... One taste of that laced drug and he'd be fucked up for longer than was safe around the creature that was Syn. The fingers in his hair that yanked his head back as they conversed, and she would learn quickly that he wasn't like any other play thing she'd had in the past, he wasn't a toy so easily broken. He wasn't made of tin, he was titanium, unbreakable and pure in ways she wasn't prepared to deal with. What did he want? Well that answer, in the moment at least, was rather simple and straight forward. "To break you." But perhaps not in such a simplistic fashion. He wanted to break her so she could reset, get back to where she needed to be, to fully heal and make progress.

In the moment where her guard was down he moved in hard and fast, changing the heat of the room to such an excess that a few more degrees and permanent structural damage to the dungeons would occur, causing the castle above to suffer some rather... Unpleasant... Shifting. Not something he was willing to do to a castle that belonged to someone he considered a friend. It was enough for what he needed though, he could see the way she suddenly found herself out of her own element, the sudden loss of confidence. He couldn't stop the laugh that fell from his lips at the way she virtually growled at him in frustration. "Nautilous Deathaze, Worlds Best and Finest Male Whore for Hire, and your Husband." He couldn't resist that before she leapt off of him which was just what he wanted, moving in with a serious if quick, precise jabs and clenching grips from his hands as he struck those pressure points to make her feel a bit like jelly. She was quick though, she managed to evade several which made them less effective than he would have liked, but it was enough to throw her off a bit more and have to use extra energy to move.

The downside to the shift in the field was that now she was sweating profusely, and that mixed in with the confined air of the dungeon, rife with witch elf blood and now those lethal pheromones... Oh he was fucked almost as soon as he took that first breath. It hit him like being caught in a rip tide, dragging him under and stripping the control from him like water stripping ink from a page, just running off of him until the last bit of it was just... Washed out... Pain rippled across his skin like a rash, causing him to twitch as skin shifted and was sliced open from the inside, scales sliding out from the rents of flesh like daisies after a rainstorm, a hang-over from his father before he had gone insane. Teeth sharpened on canine and molar, going from something more omnivorous to pure carnivor, his ears shifting to sharper points and pupils to slits akin to a serpent... "Of course... Come closer..." He almost crooned, talons elongating into thick yet sharp tips that could rent through armor like a hot knife through cheese... Some part of him, some semblance of sanity was trying to keep a grip on it all, to hold the chains around that part of him a bit tighter... Syn had never seen this but Sydel had and she knew it meant bad, bad news.... The hock of spit she slung at his back hit the open wounds moments before they began to knit and fuse together, the scars would remain but the rest was minimal at best, a bit of an ache that would fade in a few hours time... All the while he dodged left then right, small movements that were utterly precise as he made sure each one missed him by just a hair or two, keeping himself within a certain area... Did that mean the rest was booby trapped? It was but... Not perhaps in the way she'd think. It was nothing physical to see, it was all very subtle, carefully blended into the stone... Just waiting for his press of the button to trigger the spring back.

The kick to his knees was ineffectual but she wouldn't know that, dropping down to his knees he had every intention of using the position as a spring, not unlike a cheetah in a crouch before shooting off faster than his pray could manage... What came next though was not what he thought, rather than make another attack on him she chose to bind him for a moment as she worked on his pants, little more than leather slacks perfectly tailored to fit, held up only by a simple clasp at the top and no more. What she released? Thick wasn't the word for it. It was a weapon in it's own right and that poor little body of hers would be feeling it for days, when the shift came over him he was more of a dragon in human form than the other way around, and that meant other appendages shifted as well... It was no easy ride, no smooth shaft, his was textured with ridges that would fuck her mind seven ways to sunday. Oh it was a luscious ride without a doubt, if you wanted a sort of fuck to turn your insides into soup well there you had it, brutal and able to reach every dirty little kink a person had in regards to a nice slice of 'oh my fucking GOD that's girthy' cock. Now... He could have fought back, he wasn't anyone's bitch after all, but this? Was new... Different... And unknown to her? This just filled his own reserves. Sex might help her fuel up but for him? It was so much more. He didn't need a lot to start it, just a drop or two before it started to multiply like catholic rabbits in the spring, so in his mind? There was no reason to stop her. Instead he simply grinned with those inky black tipped canines, raising the heat of the room so her knees sizzled and the bindings just turned to ash and slag around his skin, sliding his hands down her hips so that his talons raked across her skin like ultra fine scalpels...

He'd actually hold her up off the ground, basking in the heat all while it sapped her, keeping her on a slow drip... Two steps forward but three steps back so she thought she was getting ahead but it was an illusion. Her fingers in his mouth was a bad idea, it allowed him to taste her and it only fueled what she had already started, like napalm on a wildfire. He let her ride him for several minutes, pretending to be a bit of a victim, only to take the reigns in a sudden and violent shift. A sharp shift of his weight and a kick from his heel had her under him before she could blink, her knees still in his hands as he pressed them up to her shoulders, spreading her wide like a stuffed duck and oh... Stuff her he did and violently so, keeping her pinned to a floor that felt as hot as beach sand too long in the sun in a high summer heat wave, the sounds of his hips slamming against her tight little ass was faster than a heavy rain hitting a tin roof. It was almost a continuous wave, nearly a vibration of sound as he kept her there, his person little fuck pin.

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..he had cornered her ..caught her in his web more than a few times.. but when he upped the temperature he royally fucked her over.. heat was her cryptonite.. she struggled in it.. she needed the ice.. the cold.. it was her life support..she could survive in hot temperatures sure.. no problem.. she had travelled the surface and hit the hotter regions with Thaylan.. but it sapped her quickly.. it stole her energy and her alertness.. it made her movements a lot more sluggish and easier to counter.. -.. Lies..-she growled when he spoke on being her husband.. what nonsense was that?.. she was never married.. -.. I dont recall marrying you.. I dont recall marrying anyone.. the Only male figure I have allowed to live long enough within my company is Thaylan Navere.. and last I checked you were not drow.. -she spat at him before he threw those hits at her.. one after the other.. hard and quick succession.. it hurt.. it bruised and caused her muscles to burn and latch.. her thighs cramped.. along with the arches in her feet.. her hips aches.. her stomach muscles were screaming at her.. he knew where he was striking.. every move she couldn't counter quickly enough thanks to the wave of humidity ..

to the banisters she leapt.. only the heat up here was worse.. the sweat poured off her.. causing that wave of pheromones.. she shifted.. trying to keep moving.. trying to keep her mind alert and awake.. she'd noticed the blood trickling from his back and an idea formed.. offering to help.. she landed quickly behind him.. and before his wounds had a chance to heal over she managed to send some of that laced spit right into one.. it would soak through.. into the blood..the two of them danced a little more.. strikes were met.. she had to keep on her toes.. the stone tiles were burning her skin..rendering her flesh black.. before she kicked the back of his knees.. watching him fall swiftly to the floor.. this was her moment.. her chance to take what she needed.. and what she needed right then was to fuck.. it would be the only way she would regain her power.. her magical energy.. the room had become too hot for her to exist in.. but this would elongate her survivablity.. back she shoved him.. her knees sizzled against the tiles as she made short work of those leather slacks..

he would catch on to what she was doing soon enough when she re positioned herself and she dropped down onto his hardened shaft.. now she was not prepared for what she was going to feel.. the shape.. the sensation.. the way it dragged against those slick smooth inner walls.. her mouth dropped open.. her head tipped back and she cried out.. one hand remained upon his chest for support.. the other found his throat.. pushing it back down into the tiles.. fingers curling inside his heated mouth.. she'd not fucked anyone that felt like this before.. the ridges.. the head.. the length and not to mention the girth.. it would take her a moment for her little body to adjust.. but it would.. afterall it knew it really.. now didn't it?.. she began to fuck him then.. bouncing as best she could.. the angle.. the lift and fall.. all working herself to a sweet hot little advantage..he might have been the best whore but she certainly knew what she was doing..

she knew how to work what he had to offer her.. her energy levels began to rise.. he would have felt her bodies temperature falling.. that lush ice cool against his incredible heat.. with every bounce upon his cock it grew that little bit colder.. that little bit slicker.. she cried out.. she groaned.. her breaths audibly caught over and over.. those beautifully rounded blood coated tits of hers bounced upon her chest.. she felt his hands shifting.. coming to rest there upon her hips.. the scraping.. the scratching made her almost purr.. she didn't realise he was holding her up off the ground.. the heat was growing around her though.. you could see it.. the humidity in the air.. though her mind was pretty set on that incredible length firmly planted so deeply inside her.. her nails curled there within his mouth.. scratching against his gums.. only forcing more and more of that toxic laced fluid into his blood stream.. she rode him hard.. before everything changed..

there was a sudden and very violent shift.. she cried out when everything around her spun.. tearing her hand from within his mouth as she gripped at his throat for balance.. her back was soon pressed to the stone floor.. those inky black pools widened as she looked up to him there.. towering over her.. those knees of hers were up high.. squashing her chest.. forcing her little body on quite a tight little angle that opened her up to him completely.. she groaned and struggled.. her body arched up fiercely against his when the heat hit her.. when it worked through the otherwise coolness of her body as a whole.. before he began to fuck her raw.. violently.. with such a ferocity it was almost nearly little more than a constant vibration..

the sounds of skin slapping skin were harsh and loud.. they echoed off the walls.. the grip she had upon his throat tightened.. her nails.. those long inky talons scratched against his skin.. piercing the surface easily.. drawing blood.. she screamed.. she groaned.. all the while watching him.. seeing the slits in his eyes.. the scaring on his face.. the scales appearing upon his skin.. her poor heart was thudding in her chest.. her breaths continued to catch against the back of her throat.. the heat was draining her.. but the fucking was fuelling her.. it was a vicious little cycle.. and he would have had to have seen it in her eyes.. for when she was growing weaker the white outer edges would grow.. but when the heat dissipated a little...just enough the inky black soulless orbs would return.. her grip on him tighter.. harder.. her teeth down.. clenched as she stared up at him-.. That all you got?.. -she hissed though her breath was nearly stolen completely.. she spat at him.. if it contacted with his mouth.. or say..his eye.. it would up the antsy further.. if it were even possible.. were they about to fuck each other to death?..

her skin was burning.. her back was black from the sheer heat of the stones.. and she was trying to keep it cooled.. trying to keep it from burning through so there would be no way she could fight him back.. -.. One trick pony huh?.. -she growled.. though when he thrust into her once more.. hard and violently fast she had no choice but to rock her head back.. to cry out .. the sound almost blood curdling.. hopefully he was wise enough to ward it.. she would be alerting half the castle easily at this rate otherwise.. -.. World class whore indeed.. -her hand lifted from his throat as she clawed at his face.. his cheeks.. his forehead.. before she gripped his scalp as if her life depended on it.. tearing into his hair.. as her body told him all he needed.. oh she liked it.. she was craving it.. every single solitary second of it.. the quivers.. the clenching.. the way her body trembled..he wasn't hurting her.. she was in fucking heaven-

[BadInfluence]

It wasn't as hard to figure her out as he had first feared. Like Khorn she was brutal but straight forward, she fought for the sake of fighting, no more and no less. Everything else was just... Confetti... Pretty but unnecessary. What had caused him more than a little amusement in the moment was her confusion, no, moreso the denial of their relationship. Sure, she might have different personalities but they all lived in the same body, and two out of those three voices? Were married to him. "Oh but you are married to me sweet tits, hook line and sinker, or rather in this case ball and chain." Oh he couldn't help the grin, even as it hurt and he had to shift energies about to win, there was still plenty to grin about in that expression of hers. "I'll be sure to tell Thalan about the compliment by the way." He moved in quickly then and began to hit her pressure points in rapid order, and while not all of them could hit, enough of them did and that was good enough. For now. Though that might not have been a good thing in the end, the way she sped off up to the rafters was a mistake on both their parts, her for the heat and he... Well the more she sweated the worse it got and it had built up to a point that he was hit with it hard and fast, dragged under by a vicious current of pheromones and once it hit, there was no going back.

His shift was sudden but subtle, not as bad as hers had been persey but no less solid, his skin hardening into snake like plates along his arms and legs... Up his neck and along the bottom of his jaw, ears turning to points and teeth becoming more dragon-like... Was it any wonder his father had managed to breed his mother? It would take a dragon to pin that white snow bitch. The same went for Syn, oh he let her think she had the upper hand, tying him down with leather and chains and stripping his leather slacks off. She'd figure out soon enough that not all was as it seemed... And her first realization? Showed all over her face when she suddenly took him to hilt. She wasn't the first to realize that her eyes were far bigger than her cunt, and oh what a lusciously tight ride that was, but then again it always had been. Oh he adored her pussy, lived for it really, and this? Was no different... Well, not at the baser levels though the pheromones leaking out of her every poor were new, and it only fueled his own inner beast to the point of a frenzy. He held her off the ground, just enough to keep her from burning, letting her 'take the lead' so to speak... Growling and grunting under her as she bounced on him like a silver and white slut version of a slinky. He loved it, adored it, let her do all the work while he got to soak up all that pleasure. The more she fed him the more she got, those lovely little toxins were like a rare and exotic caviar to him and he nibbled on it, storing it up until he wanted something... Different...

Flipping them was easier than she might have guessed, keeping his cock in her the whole time was a feat of sheer skill, and the speed he started to fuck her at? Few, if any, would ever be able to match the tempo and stamina he had. Abs rippling and flexing while his arms bunched and moved under the skin like silk over water, even scarred up and scales showing, he was magnificent. Raw and primal and he fucked her like it too. Her body was giving in faster and faster, getting so slopping wet that there was virtually no resistance, just a sticky sweet friction that made his balls ache deliciously. He knew she was sitting at about a quarter tank of energy, starting to dip towards E as he teased her, melted that icy soul into something more... Pliable... "It's all you can handle." He said on an instant clap back remark and a vicious grin on his face. "But if you want death by fucking..." In his heart? He silently mourned the probably loss of their child, he was trying to find a balance, to keep things where she'd get what she needed buy the child would be safe... At this point? He wasn't sure if that could be the case anymore. She clawed at his face and his eyes, leaving fresh scars in their wake that would no doubt add to the character and charisma of his good looks, dripping more venom into his blood stream. When she spat? She caught his cheek and the fresh cuts, his tongue flicking out to drag against the line of it before he pulled out and back handed her, not hard enough to cause any 'real' damage but enough to make her cheek throb before he caught her jaw in his hand and pulled her up to him and kissed her so hard her lip would split before he bit her, piecing through her bottom lip before he'd release. Turning her onto her hands and knees by force he hooked his fingers into her mouth this time, catching her jaw and hooking it, dragging her up into a tight bow on her knees, his other hand? Fisting around her hair and yanking her back even harder.

His cock slammed into her cunt again and the pace he set was frenzied, bruising her thighs and ass with the brutality of each thrust, releasing her mouth with fingers soaked in her own venom to play with her pieced nipples... To flick and tug and pinch, to roll and stroke and taunt until she couldn't take a moment more of it, only then to drop to her pierced clit and oh... This poor creature... He'd shove her down into the floor then, cheek against the hot stones before he'd shift, placing his foot on her neck and pinning her there under him... Forced into submission as he forced her up tighter on her knees, shifting his angle so he'd start to slam into her g-spot, and his pace slowed down to almost a crawl... Slow, sensual thrusts that made her feel EVERYTHING, the sticky wet slurping sound of her pussy suctioning around his cock... His balls slamming into her clit with each thrust... Slow... But deep... Hard... Bottoming out in her each time until she was to the point of breaking... Fingers taking that soppy wet pussy juice to use, hocking a gob of spit onto that pretty pink star before sliding his fingers into her, not just a thumb at first, oh no, he went three deep and hooked them down with more than a bit of intimate knowledge... Fingering her ass and getting that p-spot so all she'd feel were her body being worked against her will... Forced to feel everything he wanted it to until he decided otherwise...

He'd go at this pace for as long as he needed to, until she snapped, until Syn couldn't exist and Sydel resurfaced. Only then did it change, his food would leave her neck and he'd flip her once more, her body his play thing... For while Syn might have cum as often as she wanted? He had held back. Refusing to give anyone but his wife his cum he pulled Sydel into his lap and cradled her close, dropping the heat in the room instantly till it was about as chilled as winters day, pushing up into her cunt slow and sweet... Seducing her, stroking her, making love to her... Even if she were unconscious from the switch he'd not stop until her body found that last peak and in that moment? He'd follow her with a deep, throaty growl and a bite to her neck, making her as his all over again as he pumped that poor abused pussy full of raw and potent spunk. She'd likely feel it for days to be honest, but then again so would he, and right now? Well right now he was simply savoring the release, this other side of him rarely ever came out and oh, was it ever good to just... Let the glamor drop and enjoy pleasure without thought, just the raw primal act of mating for the sheer fucking release, and that alone? Well that upped his sperm count significantly (not that it needed it) and her poor little pastel pussy would likely be gushing cum for several hours... Benefit of dragon spunk is it's a bit like tar, it doesn't slide out easily, it's meant to stick so pregnancy is guaranteed...

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..he poked at her.. telling her that he was her husband.. even going so far as to refer to her as the ball and chain.. she scoffed.. and was visibly irritated by the idea.-.. In your dreams pretty boy.. -her brows furrowed.. she knew damn well she wasn't married to anyone.. and certainly not this scaly bulked up wonder.. he struck her then.. quick and hard.. merely connecting every hit.. it hurt.. it sent her back.. and with the floor beneath her feet already being scorching hot she was at a clear disadvantage.. she had to think fast.. she had to turn this around.. she'd never lost a fight and she wasn't about to change the score books.. leaping toward the thick wooden banisters.. her body ached ..the waves of pheromones kicked in .. one after the other.. they were practically breathing in each others sweat by this stage..there was no real way to avoid it unless you left the room itself..

it took a bit of dancing but she was soon down behind him.. standing on the tips of her toes so as to minimise the damage to her small feet.. spit coated the open wounds .. before she would strike.. not to attack though.. she bound him.. and took control.. there was no asking.. there was no consent.. she just shoved her hand down into his leather pants and pulled out the rock hard length she desired.. the heat was weakening her.. sapping her.. draining her.. but sex would fuel her a little more.. keep her head above water.. and the longer she fucked him and if she could get him to cum for her.. well she'd be back at full power in no time.. what she was not expecting was the sheer size of his cock.. the length and the girth and then not to mention the shape.. it wasn't your run of the mill human smooth rod.. no.. far from it.. this appendage was built to ruin.. and she soon figured that out when she dropped down onto it.. a cry fell from her lips as her mouth dropped wide open.. it took her a moment.. maybe two before her body would adjust..

it knew it.. it knew him.. and it had been on this ride before.. she felt his hands upon her hips.. his nails scratching into her pale white skin.. her temperature began to fluctuate.. when she rode him a little harder she would grow cooler to the touch.. but when he upped the ante.. when he turned the temperature back up she grew a little warmer.. a little slower.. and the outer rims of her eyes would begin to fade out.. he was keeping her just where he wanted her.. locked in this vicious cycle of a power trip.. up and down.. up and down.. he basically had her on a leash.. letting her run just far enough.. before he'd yank her right back in.. another surprise .. he suddenly .. without warning took back control.... his cock never left her.. hooked deeply within that cool wet cunt of hers.. she cried out.. she groaned and gasped.. the friction was incredibly hot.. it hurt.. it ached and it stung.. but each strike of pain was laced with only the purest of pleasure.. her body responded to his touches.. to his grips and abuse.. her head dipped forward and she whined.. she whimpered.. the fog was starting to roll in.. she had made smart assed little remarks to him.. about it being all he could do.. being that one trick pony.. his clap backs made her smile.. made her laugh all be it pathetically.. -.. Doesn't everyone.. -she called out to him.. -.. I could think of much worse ways to go..

-she clawed at him.. scratching his face.. his cheeks.. adding to the bruising and scars nearer to his eyes.. she spat at him once more.. a venom filled line of liquid.. it splashed against his cheek.. she watched.. almost slack jawed when his tongue slid out to collect it.. Ok she wasn't expecting that.. not at all.. before he back handed her.. leaving a bright red angry hand print upon her pure white skin.. a sweet shril cry sounded in response.. he stole a kiss then.. laying quite a claim upon her lips as the two of them devoured one another.. hungry for so much more than was being offered.. she stole his breath.. his tongue.. his lips.. her lower lip was split.. a trickle of ruby red blood made its way down her chin.. the bite was sharp.. painful.. it kept her on that perfect knifes edge.. but before he had a chance to pull back she snagged his lower lip with her own canines.. all but tearing a chunk out of it herself.. lacing his blood stream further.. the amount of toxins he had to have been ingesting would have been to the point of insanity..

no one ever survived this long..but then she was gifted with something else through this action.. a taste for his blood.. the richness of a drop.. maybe two landing upon her tongue.. Ohh now this was new. .. she tried in vain to regain her power.. to summon in forth.. her fingers curling inward.. soft wisps of frost clouded.. before he flipped her over and her knees made contact with the scorching hot tiles.. it sapped the last of her magical energy.. the spell simply disappeared.. before he hooked her mouth..catching her jaw.. pulling her back so roughly.. her body was tighter than a bow.. her hair pulled fiercely.. before he slammed into her once more.. harder.. faster.. he bounced against the softness of her lilly white ass.. she bit his fingers as she cried out.. as her body trembled and shook.. he would have been able to see the redness appearing on her skin.. her ass and the back of her thighs were going to be bruised..he was tormenting her.. teasing her.. pushing her harder and harder.. the pistoning of his cock was madness.. her tight little cunt just swallowed it at every single thrust..

the venom laced fingers on her nipples made her shake.. made her almost lose her positioning.. her head dipped down and she growled.. she hissed and bucked.. then moving to her clit and her growls turned to groans.. turned to moans and cries.. she could no longer keep hold of her breath.. she was more or less panting.. her heart ached.. her body was so tight.. he would have had to have felt the way she'd been holding back.. the tightening.. the quivers deep down inside her.. her eyes clenched closed when he forced her head down to the hot tiles.. feeling his boot against the back of her neck.. she was pinned down.. it was the ultimate submission.. he was taking full and complete control away from her.. and there was not a damn thing she could do about it.. she was not expecting him to slow down though.. she figured he would just fuck her until he finished.. isn't that what they all did?.. but no.. he dragged it out.. he made her feel every inch of him..

dragging that rippled length in and out of her.. she'd feel the ridges of the head popping free of her sweet tight little hole.. only to pop back in.. she'd feel the dragging.. the pulling.. the heat.. her lids fluttered in response.. her breath audibly caught.. she groaned.. -.. oh my god.. -she uttered though it was barely audible and no doubt not meant to be heard.. he was really fucking with her.. the fingers in her ass just pushed her over the edge.. her body tensed up.. her toes curled.. she shuddered.. he would have felt the sudden ferocity of pressure.. before she cried out loudly.. the climax tearing through her.. almost forcing him out depending on just how deep he was anchored in.. she shook against him.. she trembled.. before he'd feel her body go limp.. there was no more resistance.. there was no more pushing.. the spasms continued.. her body was still going to ride that luscious wave.. but its owner.. was out..

he would have found it easy to move her.. to draw her up and into his lap.. her head was upon his shoulder.. the temperature change was welcomed.. even by her unconscious self.. he might have noticed the talons disappeared.. her ring found its place.. the one he had given her..the charcoal burns upon her hands and forearms.. just dusted away.. she remained still as he made love to her.. as he seduced her in only the sweetest ways.. the caresses.. the stroking.. the touching.. it was incredibly gentle.. loving.. her hands stayed lapsed upon his shoulders for a little while longer.. just resting atop.. before she'd suddenly take a sharp intake of breath.. curling her fingers in tightly against his skin.. nails scratching the surface as she lifted her head.. her eyes remained half closed but the black was gone.. just those pure white pools.. she looked to him.. - you're so beautiful.. -she managed to utter.. her voice was shot.. before her eyes rolled back.. her lids fluttered.. she gripped him tighter and her head dropped back.. the cries of pleasure were incredibly delicate and high pitched.. her body responded to his perfectly.. the final climax was strong.. and yet sweet.. like a pure release.. before she fell silent and lax in his arms.. -

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"Oh honey you don't even want to know what my dreams are about." He shot back with a grin. Her disbelief was amusing to say the least, adorable really and it showed on his face, even if she seemed about as pleased with it as a person might be with a case of the trots. Though in hindsight if he knew what she thought about him, specifically the scaly part, well he'd be pretty fucking insulted. He didn't like this part of himself, fucking genetic flawing as he saw it, and more often than not kept it subverted for years at a time. Last time it came out? Was their wedding night.



He went at her fast then, heating the room to a temperature that a lot of people would struggle with, but for him? It was lush, comfortable, like a hug for him. He moved in it easily, striking at her in rapid succession and if not for her own speed she'd have been hit more than a couple of times, though he had made enough of a hit to ensure that she was going to be feeling it. It was a barbed and baited success though, for all he made two steps forward, he had to take one back with the wave of pheromones in the air like an invisible mustard gas. It hit him like a ton of bricks and dragged him under faster than a boulder dropped into the ocean and there was no way to fight it. Not with so many open wounds from her rapid little pixie attacks.



They met as equals in the middle of that war zone, the stink of charring flesh and skin peeling back in pale white chitlins of crackling fat, bones of the dead blackening under the continued heat like a body going through the fires of a crematorium. All the while in the midst of that hellish mess they were together, his pants down under the crease of his ass while she took him in stride, literally as she impaled herself on his cock. He'd half feel sorry for her if it didn't feel so fucking good, able to tell by the look on her face she wasn't expecting what came out of the union and it caused his lips to curl into a vicious grin. He'd even been nice, holding her up off the ground a bit so she'd not blister her knees, letting her take the lead... Think she had him where she wanted him... It was massively enjoyable and he wouldn't rush it but she made the mistake of baiting him and he? Well he wasn't about to let anyone try to poke holes in his massive ego, it was nice and inflated and that was how he preferred it to remain, and just to prove it was that big for a reason? He flipped her and took control, making her bend to his whims and wills, turning that tight little body into his personal fuck pin as he had her knees up by her ears and thudded into that pussy. Every time she barbed him he had a come back just as sharp and fast as she could spit them out at him, the one trick pony was more than she should have probably dared and oh yeah, he made sure to teach her a lesson in more than one way. Back and forth they went until he asked if she wanted a death by fucking and she wasn't wrong! "We all could." Which was damn true. They could all think of way worse ways to go than with a nut and the floating currents of that excellent pleasured wave.



The scratch to his face would just add a few more lines to his face, it wasn't bad enough for him to worry about, though if she thought he would worry about the spit? Hardly. She'd have to bring a whole new game to her circus if she thought it'd do anything to him. Oh sure it upped his need to fuck but anything else? Would be mellow side effects at best. What he did in return though? Was a quick and hard back hand, not enough to bruise but enough to sting like a bitch, and when she opened her mouth to cry out in pain? He swooped in and stole that scream along with her breath and kissed her hard, mastering her with tongue and lip, like fire and fuel they lit up each other in a maelstrom of heat that didn't have a limiter. They bit and clawed like savage beasts in a mating, tearing chunks out of each other as she laced him harder and higher with more of her venom but that didn't mean she was without her own side effect, getting just a drop or two of his blood would be enough to hook this form of Sydel like a triple barbed hook deep in the meat of her heart. The harder she tried to fight him the worse it was for her, a vicious bit of torment as he kept her on a cycle that was on a slow decline, so slow and measured that she wasn't really aware of it...



He'd flipped her then and started to take her from behind, pushing that pretty little spine of hers to the near breaking point, hammering into her at a pace she'd struggle to cope with. Pain and pleasure so closely married together than she'd never be able to distinguish one from the other, and he just kept at it as she began to unravel in large chunks, relishing the slow destruction of an enjoyable adversary. It was lush to play with her, to torment those pastel pink nipples and hear her growling, only for that growl to become a groan when his hand danced lower down... Playing and tormenting her clit and chuckling deeply at the fact she still resited... Was holding out on him like she had something to prove... And that? Just made him push her that little bit farther, dropping her down that last peg so she had her face pressed to the floor and his boot on her neck, forcing her into that last place of submission as he shifted things about... Using her own cunt juices and his blood laced spit he hocked a gob onto her tight pink little star and went straight for it, sliding his fingers into her and hooking them in a way he knew would break her no matter how hard she fought it, knowing he was minutes from winning out when she swore to God. He slowed down to a maddening pace that was purely sensual and meant to brake down even the hardest walls, after all most guys are in it for the speed but he? He knew to really fuck her? Going slow would force her to feel even more than she could handle. "SKip the Formalities and just call me Nautilous..." He whispered against her sweat ladden skin after the god comment before she snapped.



She began to spasm hard and he had to dig his talons into her skin to keep her from pushing him out like some sort of pez dispenser, anchoring in nice and deep before she went limp and he turned her over, lifting her into his lap where things would change in the beat of a heart. He went soft and tender, loving as he knew Sydel was back, and Gods willing far more healed up than she had been when she went into this. Seeking out his own orgasm he made such tender, sweet, saccharine love to his wife as she lay against him. Unconscious though she might be he knew her well enough that if she were awake? She'd tell him to finish on one hand, and the other? He couldn't exactly hold back... He was rock hard to the point of pain and without the challenge and fight to distract him? He felt like he could fuck a hole through the polar ice caps and tunnel the core of the world with his cock he was so damned hard, almost unbearable before he found his release inside her, coating her up to the point beyond full capacity and going a bit deeper still, filling every little nook and cranny until she was bathed in it and it clung to her like thick white plaster. She'd be dribbling for hours if not longer with how much he had given her, so sticky it wasn't about to move, and there'd it stay too. He saw her snap into herself for a moment, those words given from bloodied lips, pale orbs looking into his and his heart stopped a minute... He'd never let her see him like this, the scars and burns he always kept hidden from her, afraid in his own way that if she saw those flaws she'd mock him for it, leave him for someone without marrs on their perfection... "I love you Sydel..." He breathed as he caught her up for a small kiss as she fainted, holding her there in his lap as he felt her cum with him and vice versa, just stroking his hands over her skin until he was able to pull out.



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A few hours later the damage to the dungeon was repaired, the bodies disposed of properly and the reek of blood mostly gone, as if nothing had ever happened down there. Up in their suite of the castle Sydel was tucked into their bed, wrapped up in navy blue silk sheets as he left the windows wide open so that cool brisk wind would come through, the room enchanted so that it would remain nice and cold for her... Anything to help her recover. Himself? Well after making sure the staff would check in on her repeatedly and notify him if she showed signs of waking up or anything of the like? He went straight to Naggoth and right to Khorn...



What came next?



Was madness.



Upon entering the throne room he went right up to the God of War and Skulls and punched that big bronze helmeted face hard enough to dent the metal and send his head snapping back. Never once had he dared to actually fight Khorn but this was too much, too many buttons had been pushed, his family had been lied to and targeted all while he sat on his throne thinking he was untouchable. The echos of the action rippled across Naggoth like a lightning strike hitting a still pond, things just exploded and chaos ensued in a way it never had before, and likely never would again. War had come to Naggoth in a way no one had expected and he was at the core of it, armor clad and scarred up he tore through Khorns own army like a war hammer through tissue paper, being pushed back only to close the distance and fight with Khorn again. Over and over they'd clash, blood being drawn and bones broken, both of them healing too fast for the damage to last... Back and forth, back and forth, he'd felt limbs ripped from their sockets and knew the taste of the Blood Gods own flesh on his tongue, tearing out Khorns neck with his own teeth. It would go on forever, they were too evenly matched when Nautilous himself was in a frenzy, both of them pure blooded Gods but Khorn? Had the advantage. Khorn wasn't born he was made, thus he had the raw purity of War behind him where as Nautilous was divided, a being of chaos and death with a true chaotic neutral alignment meant he was just... Just... Shy of being able to beat him... As such though the ripples of such an action did not go unheard, his own mother for the first time since he could ever recall had stepped in, knocking both Khorn and her son apart in an explosion of silent sound waves.



That was the unique thing about his mother, she was the only one unnamed among them all, her true name had been forgotten... Lost and wiped because to say her name gave her power, would unleash the chains that bound her and existence would cease to be as she consumed all and everything in her never ending hunger. Khorn respected her as did her other siblings, the only one to ever stand up to her was her own bastard son who she despised, that same son she had come to save before the realm of War would be obliterated and the balance lost... In those moments coming after? She'd drag him back to Silverthorne castle proper and deposit him in the room with Sydel, locked into the bathroom and told not to come out until he was clean and properly healed up, he had a task to get to in regards to fetching his brother from the surface and bringing him home...

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she didn't catch the panic in his eyes when she suddenly came to.. when that breath was drawn in loudly and she was able to see him.. with all his flaws.. all the cuts and bruising.. the scars and burns.. the slits in his eyes.. all of it.. all she saw..was the man she married.. the man that owned her heart.. the man she gave it all to.. and would give more if she had it.. so she told him... the first few words that fell from between those bloodied and broken lips.. that he was beautiful.. she'd always been drawn to those that were different, those that were broken and bruised.. those that were lonely and odd.. she felt at home in their company.. she felt safe.. even if they were the purest forms of evil.. even if she had been warned off them.. she was drawn to them.. Diovan, Garafin, Nautilous..amd even Rose.. all stunningly beautiful to anyone around them..

but to her they were so much more.. she was physically and mentally drawn to them.. she needed to be around them.. Nautilous was her anchor point though.. her home body.. when he wasn't around she felt it.. he was the fire to her ice.. Syn was that one dark pop inside her.. the personality that reared its head when she hit her no going back mode.. it held no memories.. no conscience.. no empathy.. it was built to kill.. to savage.. to destroy and also to reset.. it gave her fragile mind a hard kick.. and it was just what she needed.. he had laid her down in that oversized bed.. the sheets were supremely soft.. it was fit for a Queen really..she remained still for a great length of time.. looking like a bruised and battered doll.. her soft breathing the only thing letting anyone know she was still alive.. in as much as she could be.. it was 2 days before she began to stir.. he had left.. he had gone and had his major tussle back in her home with her Father.. and soon after he returned she began to stir.. her body shifted between the silk and satin.. a murmur sounded in the otherwise silent room which would have been enough to alert him that she was coming to.. she stretched out those long perfectly shaped legs .. before she felt that ache.. a soft whine in response.. blinking a few times.. her vision was a little bury.. she looked up toward the canopy of the bed.. the patterns.. the designs in the fabric..

moving to rub her lips together before she felt another ache.. a sting and she winced.. reaching up to pat across it.. feeling the scratches.. how the flesh had been at one point torn but how it was slowly healing.. glancing beside her.. half expecting to see him there only to find the bed empty.. her brows furrowed.. she sighed.. letting her head fall back to the pillows.. tossing the sheets back.. noticing she wore nothing beneath it.. just the scratching and bruising on her skin.. she ran her fingers across the patterns.. the hand prints upon her body.. curious as to why she couldn't remember it.. the ache was there whenever she moved and the moment she lifted her ass up oh she gasped audibly.. Oh. Oh that was definitely sore.. but it wasn't uncomfortable.. it wasn't really painful.. just a throbbing ache like she'd been fucked.. and hard.. she slid her hand down between her creamy white thighs.. barely touching the new piercing there as she brushed the barest top of her sensitive clit.. she sucked in a breath and whimpered.. drawing her thighs in so tightly.. trapping her hand between them as she held it firm.. Oh but it felt good.. her head was floating.. a smile there upon her features looked almost foreign in that it was permanent..

she knew she shouldn't touch.. not with how sensitive it was.. but.. she couldn't help it.. her smile turned into a cheeky grin as she dipped those fingers back once more.. this time a little lower.. gliding down to that tight little entrance of hers.. it ached..it throbbed whenever she brushed against it.. and yet.. she yearned for it.. -.. Oh god yes.. -she whined.. her voice softened in the otherwise silent room.. she began to tease and torment herself.. gliding her fingers from her clit down to dip up into her.. gliding in and out of her.. sweet..wet and sticky.. her other hand was up higher.. touching those well rounded perky tits of hers.. flicking hardened nipples.. tugging upon new piercings as her breaths caught.. sweet adorable moans surfaced.. whimpers and groaning.. she wriggled upon that bed as she teased herself up to a point only to let it cool.. and then build back up once again.. the breeze coming in through the windows was pure heaven.. the moaning grew higher in pitch as she began to fuck that sweet little cunt of hers with her fingers.. her thighs parted wider..

her toes curled against the sheets as her gasps turned into little cries of pleasure.. her head was fucked.. she was incredibly foggy.. and being such a tactile person she had to touch.. everything.. caressing herself as she brought that luscious ache to a sweet peak.. and she climaxed there upon those silky sheets.. her tight little body bounced as it rippled through her.. it wasn't hard.. it wasn't fast it was sweet and slow.. could almost call it adorable.. she laughed in response.. dipping her head down into her pillows as she locked her thighs around her hand.. rolling over onto her stomach.. -.. mmm.. -she murmured .. fuck she was sore.. but that just laced the pain with the purest of pleasure.. but every time she moved she ached.. whoever had fucked her did a damn good job of making sure shed remember it.. for days-

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Her thoughts were not something he was privy to in that moment, for all they shared that incredible bond where they could sense each others thoughts and feelings, this was not a moment he had the chance to use it. Those thoughts were more so subconscious than not, and given his current panic when she saw his face, the lack of beauty as time and battles alike had ravaged the once flawless expanse of skin and bone... He feared she might wander... She might see those scars and think he was ugly, less than perfect, and she'd start to look for his replacement. Did that mean he thought she was shallow? No... Rather it was less a reflection on her and more so his own deep seated insecurities... You take someone who had traded on their looks the whole of their life and suddenly find that time has taken it's tole on them? You begin to doubt yourself in extreme ways... His glamor wasn't as deep as others, his was only to mask the scars from life, to continue to feed his ego and allow him to keep up the entourage he had always had.

Yet what she had said, that he was beautiful? Had rocked him... He'd have liked to explore that but he didn't get the chance, no more than he would give it to himself either because at that moment he had other fish to fry, and while his intent had not gone to bring war to Naggoth? It had come all the same and this time he feared nothing, had no remorse in his heart, no plots in which to ensure he stilled his hand. This time he had gone full tilt at Khorn and they had one hell of a glorious battle, to the point that if his mother had not intervened? Khorn himself might have been displaced and that would have sent out such horrific ripples across the cosmos and all within that existence as they knew it might never return to normal... He had made an impact though, Khorn approved and that went a long way to settling a good deal of ruffled feathers, returning his rank to Khorns right hand man once more... His mother though? Oh she had some things to say to him without a doubt, the bathroom warded where he was locked in and sat in a pool of healing waters that came from a place where, well... It was best not to ask... It was doing it's job though, his arm was regrowing and bones were setting, skin and sinew reforming... And while it did his mother ripped him up one side and down the other which was a first... Normally? His mother didn't give two shits whether he lived or died and this time? It was like she actually cared... And that? Honestly? That scared him. He'd never once had his mothers concern or compassion and yet now? It was like she saw him as something more than a creature born of rape and violence... Maybe she saw he had turned his life around? His fathers insanity had been a plague on his skin but in the last few years he'd curbed it, outgrew it perhaps, but whatever the case? It seemed like... For once?... His mother might actually try to be, you know, a mom... And a huge part of him? Wanted to tell her it was too God damned late for that shit but on the other hand... He thought of Jacob, the son he'd give almost anything to be his genetically, his pride and joy and a great source of pride in his life... He knew he had come into Jacob's life when he was almost an adult, still wet behind the years but far from a child, only a few years younger than himself to be fair and yet... Jacob accepted him as a father figure, a friend despite the fact they were similar in age and his only tie to Jacob was the fact he was married to his mother... If Jacob could give him the chance? Then he could let his mother try too... Everyone deserved a chance to fuck up on their own, right?

The conversation went back and forth a lot, and while she nattered and nagged at him like only a mother really knows how, he was quiet... Resepctful... He took what she said in stride, mostly because she was right and what he had done didn't exactly speak volumes of intelligence, and also because it meant she was trying... He'd have a bucket of news dropped in his lap too, things in regards to Rose, Jacob and Ace; as well as things about his brother... The web behind Rose was tangled and knotted, like yarn thrown into a tornado there were so many knots that it was impossible to sort it out... Unless you were someone like his Mother who specialized in this sort of thing... If only because that was how she maintained her sanity... The long story put in a nutshell was that his brother had indeed been there, captured and to be sacrificed in Har Ganeth, tricked into traveling there under the guise of a love contract and yeah... There were reasons the Moonlight Tryst never worked with witch elves! But back to topic, it turned out that Matron Helbron's daughter Nolaci Dreadeyes had fallen in love with the young demi-primordial and snuck off to his prison cell night after night, and after time well... You can't keep things like that private forever...Her brother who planned on marrying her and taking the throne from his mother in a coup de gra, was furious at the fact that not only was Nolaci in love with another and been fucking him nightly, but that she was planning on marrying him and making him a prince of Har Ganeth. Not wanting to be kicked out he hid in Diovan's cell one night, under the glamor of Diovan himself and fucked his sister, raping her and turning her heart from the kind Ranger. The next night was Deaths Night and Diovan was to be sacrificed, brought out to the Pyramid with the ice wind whipping around them Nolaci took the knife to kill him herself, mounting him and when he came? She slid the blade into his heart, yet he did not die, such things couldn't kill the son of a Primordial... Let alone one who was currently housing a God...

As the story came to and end, it was hard to really say who's sperm had caught the egg of Nolaci, be it her brothers or Diovans there was no way to test it. Gods had been at play there, both Silvanus and Slaanesh who had delighted in the incestuous rape born out of anger and grief, and as such the genetics were a tangle of bits and pieces that only existed in this situation and this one alone. The only fact that was clear cut was that Rose was nearly a pure blooded witch elf, one of a few since many and most are born out of the matings in slave trade, and none existed anymore of Helbron but her. Now, how had Rose come to be a no-name orphan on the surface when she was born of one of the purest families out there? That came from her birth... Helbron was disgusted and disappointed with her daughter falling for a lowly wood elf, though the babe she carried, well that was a different matter... Helbron knew the child was meant for something greater, whispers had fallen into her ears from the cosmos and as such she had the babe spared, letting her daughter go through an agonizingly difficult birth for two weeks straight before she died and Rose had been cut from her belly... Small as all witch elves are, but golden hued with the faintest markings of flower petals around her eyes and cheeks, utterly beautiful even as a newborn which is impossible by nature... The gods were all over this and the babe was meant for greatness... Caela had been there for Diovans death, she'd personally disposed of the body with glee, chucking him off the pyramid herself unaware that a slave had found him and saved him... The same slave that had caught Caela lingering around the mother, taking the place of lover for the spurned brother, keeping herself nice and deep in the family like a tic... And when the child had been born? Caela stole into the nursery and took her, spiriting her out and to the surface where she planned on selling the babe to the same man who had taken her and Sybelle so many years ago, to make the child into a whore just to watch the suffering... That and earn her a good deal of gold of course... Around this time of course she had returned to sweet, stupid Garafin and acted as if nothing had happened, her disappearance was never spoken of... No more than the bastard growing in her belly that she killed when she realized it was a boy... Boys were useless to witch elves after all...

Now, he had stopped his mother at all this, rubbing his forehead from the sheer torrent of information that had been dropped on him, feeling almost dizzy from it all. What did any of this have to do with anything? Well, anything outside of Sydel's crazy fucking sister and Primarily Rose? Well that came out in the next bit and he couldn't fault her actions... Not really... She was coming forth to help Rose through the Running so she could marry Ace. She'd seen the way Ace looked at her and she felt helping her old lover find his hearts dream was ... After all she and Ace had been hot and heavy for a while and he had entertained her well. Not an easy feat for an elf to do for a Primordial! She'd come bearing gifts from Helbron herself, the royal Tiara, Rose's full name and her family tree... Everything she needed to prove her royal blood. He had to ask if all of this was just to help Ace and when his mother grinned he knew there were ulterior motives besides the one she listed off and he leaned back in the pool, nearly completed and waited for her to explain, her hands crossed behind her back a bit as she spoke with a smile. She? Adored Jacob. No one could fault her there. She was also aware that Rose might be her grand daughter, and like most primordials? She didn't really blink an eye as possible inbreeding, the blood lines were too pure to worry about anything, if anything it was preferred than not and as such? She was nearly giddy to see the babies born that Rose was carrying. A pair of twins and a single? Hadn't been seen in aeons! She was almost beside herself and wanted to help as any grandmother, or rather Great Grandmother now, would want to do.

Towards the end of all this? His mother left to go make friends with Adelaide and deliver the information to her about Rose, asking him to go to the Surface and bring Diovan back where he could heal and the family would complete itself as a unit, and not a moment to damn soon in his mind. Towards the end he had heard Sydel playing with herself and he was rock hard under the thick inigo waters, wanting to head out of there and take care of her himself, that damn venom was still thick in his bloodstream despite his efforts to burn it off in Naggoth... As soon as he was healed up? He was out of that door but it was too late, she'd already cum, her ass present to him as she sighed on her tummy. He tched his tongue silently as he came onto that bed behind her and lifted her hips easily, keeping her face down in the bedding before he planted himself right over that same core she'd been teasing, dragging his tongue over her from tip to tail. He ate every hole out at his disposal, nipping those sweet lily white cheeks before moving back down to her cunt, back and forth he went before probing her luscious little core with his tongue and fucking her with it... Curling it so it'd tease at her walls until she was virtually screaming with it, keeping at it until she was soaking wet and drooling with need, and only then would he drop her down onto her knees and fuck her slow and sweet... Rubbing his hands along her skin and all those new cuts and bruises, soothing the aches and pains while he slid in and out of her so slow and deep she'd be going insane, breaking her to the point of begging him to move faster... That or she'd submit to it instantly and let him drive her mad with pleasure, fucking her as if it were a dance, going for hours as he brought her to her peaks over and over again... His own too as he flooded her with cum more times than he could track and STILL he was rock hard, that venom, those toxins had fucked with him in a way it might not someone else... Being a professional whore meant he had stamina out the ass already but now? It was worse... He knew he'd not be able to satisfy himself with just her, he'd actually fuck her to death trying to get to that point, so instead? Well instead he figured he'd just... Thin the Princess herd when it came...

It had been very early in the morning when she woke, around two am or so, and by the time he finally showed mercy on her? It was well into the afternoon and she was literally soaked with his cum, the bed had a puddle of spunk between her knees and her skin? Oh her skin was coated by his cum. She reeked of him from every pore and fiber before he'd pick her up and put her in the same bath he had been in, and for her it would tingle like a tea tree bath, succulent and absolutely delightful as it was naturally chilled... And he? He'd bring the maids in to spoil her and handle her every need, even going so far as to laquer her nails and do her hair up and he?... He took the plumpest of the maids and fucked her hard and fast so Sydel could watch, and oh how that pretty plush little thing screamed and moaned in pleasure, pulling out only to feed that spunk to Sydel... Back and forth... Back and forth... In an hour he'd fucked the entire crew in there, pulling out and feeding Sydel his spunk unless she told him otherwise in which case... Well fuck... He might have a few little bastards running around Silverthorne if the timing was right... And even with all that? Dammit it wasn't enough! He'd bring in the sea elf for her then, the boy a happy little bitch for all intents and purposes, a belled collar around his neck that marked he was a slave and their property... Instructing him to care for Sydel and fuck her as often as she wanted before he'd have to vanish for the rest of that first day...

Where did he go? Well it was more of a... Where didn't he go? All the Princess were in attendance or just about, almost every room in the castle was filled with royal blood from top to bottom, a few stragglers from father lands trickling in and he? He went on what could only be called a panty run, slipping into the rooms that held the highest competition for Rose in the running and began a war of seduction, and in that remainder of the day? He'd popped more cherries than a sultan with his harem... Knocking out twenty from the running when the exams would be taken, after all a woman without her virginity can't enter the running, they're soiled goods and oh... Imagine their shame to be sent home... Seduced by a whore when they could have been Queens! It was all too lush and thankfully... Oh thankfully for him it seemed to be enough to taper the lust off, he was finally getting soft, or rather standing at only a chub versus fully erect and he? Kept a close eye on the names of those he'd fucked in case a year down the road he had little surprises popping up and he had to go prove they weren't his... He didn't cum in any of them as Sydel wasn't there to tell him to do it so they all got more than a few pearl necklaces and some yummy protein shots...

It was towards the afternoon, just before dinner that he made his way back to the suits that were theirs in the castle, having stopped in with Adelaide and his mother before checking in on Sydel. He'd leave tomorrow morning to go bring back Diovan, for right now though he came back to the room pleasantly exhausted, remembering the sensation from back in his whore days when he'd be about as busy... Dragging Sydel into his arms for a good hard cuddle session and bathing her in kisses and nibbles...

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She had no idea that he was even in the bathroom, let alone he had been there the entire time.. all she knew was that when she woke from her incredibly long slumber was that she was higher than a kite.. her brain was a mess of only the most luscious fog ever.. she felt good but also bad at the same time.. her body ached.. it was sore and when she explored it she felt each of the little cuts and noticed the bruising.. but in the same breath she also felt more than a little sensual.. every time she moved upon those silky sheets it just caused the most precious static.. the little snaps and rubbing.. she couldn't help herself..gliding those fingers down between her then parted thighs as she tormented and teased herself to climax.. the room was so quiet.. her whimpers.. her moans were heard easily..

before she ended up rolling over onto her flat little belly.. a quiet almost contented sigh sounded as she began to come down from that perfect orgasmic high.. what she was not expecting was to feel his soft smooth warm hands upon her hips.. she gasped audibly.. she knew his touch.. and right now it was incredibly electric.. turning her head around only in time to catch the sight of his shoulder before he dove down upon her.. devouring that sweet slick little slit of hers.. she balled those sheets with her nails.. a sweet little cry sounded in response-.. Oh My God.. -she groaned.. digging her head down into the pillows there as he would have felt her body trembling in his strong hands.. she was on cloud nine the moment he slid right into her.. it ached in only the best way..

just about every inch of that sweet white little frame of hers was utterly raw.. still she'd never ever be able to get enough of him.. her mind had hit its hard reset.. and it would be a good day or so before she came down to closer to her normal self.. all he had to do to keep her up in the clouds was to keep her awake.. she moaned when he touched her.. being a lot more responsive to his caresses.. his loving hands.. the slow and sweet fucking was maddening.. she pawed the sheets.. almost tearing them with the points of her nails.. her body arched and dropped.. she covered in goosebumps over and over and over.. -.. Fuck that feels incredible.. -she'd whine.. if he ever had a a concern over his prowess when it came to being with her.. now he would get all his answers.. she shattered through climax after climax.. she cried out his name over and over.. tears trickled down her cheeks ..her body trembled and quivered.. she collapsed when he finally pulled free from her..

feeling incredibly heavy from the amount of cum he had planted in and around that sweet slick cunt of hers.. her breathing was laboured.. short little gasps as she murmured and whined.. her heart was throbbing within her chest.. her body felt lush and warm.. she could smell him all around her.. it was as if he were attacking every single sense.. and she adored it.. there was a sleepy pleasured smile upon her lips when he picked her up and cradled her close to his chest.. she curled in to him as best she could.. but in reality she was fucked.. in more than one way.. she was just exhausted.. sliding down into the bath she murmured.. -.. Ooo.. -she exhaled.. feeling the liquid almost embracing her.. devouring her.. the tingling made her almost giggle.. did she really?.. was she giggling?.. she covered her mouth and her eyes lit up ..but god be damned did it ever feel incredible upon her skin..catching sight of one of the wounds on her arm closing over her mouth dropped open-.. Oh My God.. -she blinked-.. did you see that?.. Did you?.. it just.. on its own.. I mean..

-she blinked.. looking from him to her now healed arm as she poked at it and turned it over-...it healed itself Nautilous.. -she clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth-.. what did you put in this water mm?.. What kinds of magic are you floating about.. -she grinned.. allowing a few little silver stars to form in the air before her.. before she would blow them away with a quick breath.. -.. You're a magician.. clearly.. -she shot him a playful wink then.. before she turned back to the tub.. she could hear the maids come in.. all moving in to dote on her ..and she let them.. she let these women touch her..

to take her hands and paint those long sharpened nails of hers.. to pull those gorgeous tight ringlet curls of hers up off her shoulders.. clips adorned with Huge pink and purple peony's slid into place..all the while she watched as he railed one of the larger women.. hearing her cry out in pleasure over and over...he fed her after each one.. and she took it graciously.. those big white soulless eyes of hers looked up to him as he coated her throat over and over and over.. each one of those maids left that room a little bow legged but looking incredibly happy to have been in his service.. she grinned at him from the side of the tub there-.. You look a little uncomfortable there lover.. -a flash of mischief wandered across her eyes as she laughed.. moving to stand in that tub as the white water slowly just trickled down her now pristine perfect little frame.. not a cut or bruise to be seen.. the only pops of colour being those pale pink nipples and of course that sweet jewellery adorned slit..

she reached for his arm.. pulling him toward her.. till his knees were pressed to the sides of the tub..she was shorter.. but at least the bath gave her a little more height.. -.. You're not going anywhere till I get a kiss.. -she grinned before reaching to cradle his cheeks.. her touch was smooth and soft.. her fingers fanned out to just.. caress him.. feeling out the sharpness of his jawline.. before she would lay claim upon those lips of his.. her own perfectly healed along with his.. so the kiss was sublime.. heart mending.. soul shattering even if it were a thing.. before she let it break.. -.. go.. do your thing.. but dont be long.. -she whispered.. letting her hands fall back to her sides.. looking up to him there and she meant it.. she wanted him back there.. soon.. for in as much as she usually enjoyed her alone time.. her silent solo wanderings.. right now.. in this moment.. she desired to be in his presence most of all..

she waited until he had turned before she'd land a smack on his ass.. kicking the bathroom door closed as the sea elf came down to sit on the seat beside the tub.. he might well have caught the sounds of the pair of them laughing before he left the bedroom.. were it possible there was a tickle fight brewing?.. she didn't remain in that tub for much longer.. feeling so full of life and energy that the last thing she wanted to do was just soak the day away.. no.. no she wanted to have some fun.. and she'd drag her ginger friend with her.. sure he might have thought he was required for fucking.. but.. maybe later.. first.. fun.. she slipped on a pair of black and white striped thigh high stockings.. they gave the perfect illusion that her legs just went on forever.. which.. they kind of did.. a cute wine and peach coloured tutu that sat just neatly upon the rounds of her hips.. the top was a display of different shades of pink.. it was delicate.. showed off a little of that midrif and the ties about that supple valley meant whoever caught a glimpse of her would get only the most adorable eyeful ever.. black charlotte mary janes upon her feet..

all this coupled with the big flowers in her hair and the coloured nails.. why she looked like an impostor.. but a cute one no less.. she took the boys hand and they snuck out quickly.. darting past many of the help who all did double takes.. blinking wondering who the fuck that was.. though the eyes and her complexion would always give her away..the time he spent fucking random princesses she was dragging the ginger elf all over the city and if he remained privy to her actions he would have been incredibly entertained by her antics.. she made him eat cake.. force feeding him no less when he tried to refuse.. she climbed a few trees to get apples that were far to high for some waiting children that didn't have quite the agility to spring board themselves up like av veritable pixie.. She got into a water fight ..she actually did some drawing in the garden.. some sketching something she had not done.. since becoming Sydel..

if he were to be looking for her she wouldn't be in that bedroom just the sea elf would be.. and he looked utterly exhausted.. with butterfly face paint upon his cheeks.. the sun had not set yet.. and the village was Full of people due to the incoming barrage of Princesses and Royalty.. so the children were out in force.. and there she was.. sitting cross legged.. listening to a fairy tale being told by one of the Teachers.. there would had to have been around 20 children just seated around her.. several resting their heads upon the layers of tulle in her skirt.. her pale soft hands upon their backs as everyone remained captivated.. now she couldn't read a single word of what was being shown to them when the book was turned.. but she could listen and she could see the images upon the pages.. if he could recall the look she used to get.. when she was pregnant once upon a time.. just that soft smile long ago.. she wore it here.. it was one in the same.. she was intrigued and genuinely in high spirits to be in that pop of a group.. it was the story of The Steadfast Tin Soldier..

when the story came to a close.. and every clapped their little hands she would turn her head to catch a glimpse of him there..those colourless eyes of hers were glistening just enough to let him know that the story had affected her.. and that she must have been utterly enthralled by it.. before she would move to her feet.. the children and their families were gathering to head back to their houses for their dinners and what not.. she closed the gap between the pair of them in the blink of an eye.. before she all but leapt up into his arms.. wrapping herself around him.. legs.. arms.. holding him incredibly tightly-.. I missed you.. -she whispered into his right ear..tilting her head back to press her forehead to his as she looked down into those eyes of his-..

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Of course the room was quiet, they were in the family wing and it was probably the only quiet place in the whole Castle now, a slew of Princess's were suddenly in attendance and trunks had to be unpacked and all that... Maids ordered here and there, the damn place was like a hive taken over by a ton of different queen bees and the poor workers, hell they didn't know their elbows from assholes in this new chaos. A princess run hadn't been had in over fifty years so the staff that were here now? Weren't the same who had handled it before and as much? Well it was just going to be madness till they all left... He'd go to work on that before anyone could get too snotty, but right now his attention was all about his wife, her sweet tight little body with all those perfect curves in all the right places... The same one that had just had what sounded like a very nice little orgasm and all without him. Greedy girl... Even more so considering what she had put him through a couple of days ago, he was fucking raw and needy, like a randy teenager who accidentally mixed ecstasy and viagra in a house party mix. All healed up now he was ready to go and he existed that bathroom with every intention of taking her in his hands and punishing her for having fun without him.



Sliding naked into that bed with her he slid his hands along her skin, all those cuts and bruises that Syn had gotten in her fight and then fuck with him, but they were better now than they had been without a doubt. Lifting her up like his own personal sex doll he positioned her cunt up in the air and went at her like a starving ethiopian boy with a bag of doritos, growling with more than a little satisfaction at her wet slit, the way she was reaction... "Your God Princess, don't you go forgetting it." He growled against her skin as he started to eat her out from tip to tail, missing not an inch of skin and showing her a couple of spots she'd never felt before, sweet spots that would make her jerk and jump from the pleasure they elicited in her. Her reactions? Good GOD she had never been so responsive before and it fed into his own fire like napalm on a house of matches. He lived for this sort of thing, someone who was open and honest about how he made them feel, and she in this moment? Was a book written in big crayon letters. Incredibly easy to read and if possible? It made him even hotter for her in this moment and he went after it hard and hot. "Tell me what you want Princess, tell Daddy what you like." He groaned against her skin as he lapped and sucked, nibbled and nipped, teased and teethed at her skin in all those perfect ways to make her scream his name and oh... Oh did she ever.



Sliding into her with his throbbing hard cock? Oh GOD that was lush and he fucked her slow and languid, turning sex into a dance, drawing it out so she felt EVERYTHING. Every ridge, the dip under the curve of his cocks head, the veins and how it pulsed with every beat of his heart... Oh he kept at it for hours honestly, refusing to give up or give in until she couldn't breathe without tasting cum on her tongue, till her body gave out and only then did he stop... They were both cum riddled, his cock was covered in hers and she was filled with his, dragging her into his chest for a few moments before he'd lift her up and take her into that tub. It was rare and there wasn't a currency in the world that could afford it, hell even the Gods couldn't get access to it and that should say something. He sat on the side of the pool and just watched her after he had set her down in it, watching as she started to giggle, his lips curling into that precious half crooked grin he had that was oh so rare to catch. She was precious after the shit Syn had put him through and he was enjoying the view and the little shift in personality. "I did yes Princess. It's agar en' aute... The Primordials, my mother and father's people, they made sport of creating then killing gods... This is a pool of their blood, not many have access to it anymore as much of the blood was spread across the cosmos, very hard to collect even if you knew how..." Mmhmm... Yeah she was sitting in the blood of brothers and sisters of Hanali and gods like them, and the only other Primordial that had this? Was Slaanesh herself. Everyone else? Was just fucked and it was one of the things that spurned on the wars, it was a precious commodity, it replenished and refueled primordials so they could remain the heads of Chaos.



Catching one of the stars before she blew it away he just grinned and spun it around a bit, causing butterflies and sparkles of various colors to come out of it's rotation, all before they'd come together in a firework display and fade into nothing. "A magician indeed and you are my white bunny my dear. Are you feeling better?" He'd ask before he'd start to summon the maids over to take care of her, to do her hair and nails, give her a proper sort of spa day and he? Well he took the plump one, those that are often ignored and slipped her skirts up over her head and pounded into her like he had something to prove almost, he was damned hard up despite the fact his wife was sitting in the tub pumped full of more cum than a whore house on half off night. He didn't cum in any of them though, no rather he went over to Sydel and fed each of his loads to her and he was thankful for it too, she took it all in stride and let him try and get this shit out of his system. He banged his way through the whole damn crew of them and still he needed more and he knew it was going to take a whole lot more than a handful of women to take the edge off. As each one left with a shit eating grin on their face and their heads up in the clouds? He looked back to her and at her tease? He couldn't help the laugh that fell from his lips and he came over to her to catch her by the base of her skull and hold her still for a long and hungry kiss. "It's your fault Princess. Witch elf toxin in the form you were in? Hits someone like me a hell of a lot harder than it would others. It kills lesser people but me? It gives me a hard on so damned bad I can't last more than five minutes before I need to bang something into submission." He watched her get up and his throat turned into the Sahara and he groaned, biting his lip before he'd drag his tongue across it, reaching down to spread her legs on the side of the tub just a little... Dropping his head down between them with a grin and slid his tongue up and over her slit, flicking that lovely piercings with nothing but mischief in his eyes before he'd slide his tongue up into her and tease her a touch, standing up to lean into her touch. "I'll try to be fast Princess... I plan on thinning the herd so Rose won't have to worry about too much and Ace has an easier load... You know us... Mom and Dad to this whole slew of grown ass kids." He said with a grin and moved down into that kiss, groaning deep in his chest as she dragged it out so it was fucking perfect, his heart swelling till it burst a few times over. "When I get back I'll bring you a present and we'll have a special night, you'll see. Just don't break your toy ok?" Said with a laugh as he brought their pet in and left her with him. That little sea elf was about to realize being their pet and allowed to stay alive? Came with it's perks... And possible drawbacks.



While she went out looking like a precious frost fairy dressed up in spring? He went out to fuck his way through the Princess's. Anyone left unguarded? Oh was his for the taking. A few words, soft touches, and he was flipping petticoats like a cook with pancakes. Half way through he was caught in the hallway while he was wiping off a rather heavy kiss mark on his neck. A royal letter from Ace asking him to help him out and not in a rather under the table sort of way. No this was something upfront and legitimate... And he knew Ace wouldn't be asking him to be a Councilman if it wasn't needed. He sighed and pocketed it for the moment, he already knew the answer but he figured he'd finish what he needed to do first, and what he needed to do? Was a lot more pussy. He made his way through a huge chunk of them before he finally felt the edge was off, he wasn't rock hard at a stiff breeze anymore thank the Gods, and he? Went to go seek out his wife and devote the rest of the day to her as he had promised. Of course, along the way he settled a few things, arranged others... He had promised her something wonderful, hadn't he? So since when had he ever failed to deliver? He wasn't about to start now!



Finding her was pretty easy, he just went to where all the fun was, which happened to be in the very large palace gardens. For a moment? He had almost felt bad for their sea elf pet, poor puppy really wasn't prepared but honestly, what did the boy think? All sex, no service? Hardly! What did move him though was seeing her there among all the kids, several flocking around her, those that could get to it had their heads on her cool lap... It fucked his heart up. He knew why Sydel was pretty much anti-kid, couldn't blame her for it, not a bit... But... He loved kids... Loved being a dad. Seeing her like this? It took several pot shots at his heart like someone fighting dirty, especially when she had been pregnant but now? Now who knew? She might be, she might not be, and if she wasn't? He wouldn't push or ask her anymore, when she'd told him why she felt the way she did about kids? He couldn't bring himself to do it. Not again.



Remaining in the back he had dressed to impress, black leather boots and leather pants so tight you couldn't slip a hair between them and his skin, and a black button up that was cut in such a way that it was transparent with intricate and beautiful designs, complete with tie pin he looked... Well like he always did. Perfect. Flawless. His hair, a bit longer now was raked back lazily, allowing it to fall over his his face in this lax bad boy style that had the whole group with a pulse and a sex drive staring at him. The princesses he had? Licked their lips knowingly. The ones he hadn't? Licked them hungrily. His eyes though? Were only on her and he would remain there, waiting for the story to finish, and by the time it did? She was looking at him with tears in her eyes, his heart taking a hard drop in his chest for a moment, and realizing... He might just give her the best gift of all in something he hadn't thought about before... But right now? He didn't have much chance to think as she ran at him only to leap into his arms where he caught her, holding her close and kissing the side of her neck softly, hearing such loving words... Music to his soul... "I missed you too Princess. Did you have fun?" He'd ask as they were forehead to forehead, looking up into those beautiful moon pale eyes, lifting up just a bit more to press a fair floss light kiss on her lips. "Ready to come and see your surprise?" He'd ask before either carrying her in his arms? Or taking her hand in his and walking along the grounds, past the castle a bit but not far, more towards an area that hadn't been used in a very long time... With the Run starting? The ballroom had to be cleaned out, all the candles replaced, waxed and polished till it shone... Because of that? It was beautiful but also very vacant at the moment.



He'd lead her up those beautiful marble steps and into the building itself, outfitted to take over fifty women in one go it was grand and given it was Silverthorn, it was also beautifully opulent. To the left there was of course the changing rooms which took care of everything from ripped dresses to broken hearts, and it was there that he lead her. It was illuminated softly by candles and in one of the chairs besides the table? Was a stunning dress that looked as if it were spun by angelic black widows of some sort, it was unique and stunning, silk and mesh and sequins... Black as a sinners heart but soft and light as a feather. There were matching heels too of course, along with a bottle of deathshead for her enjoyment, mixed with a little something something she'd recognise and relish as it was rare and quite a treat for her. When she was changed and had exited the room? She'd find it softly illuminated by thick wax candles that floated in the air and her favorite melodies playing in the background, and he? Waited in the middle, arms open and awaiting her to step in to dance.


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he had surprised her.. taken her breath away when he came up behind her on the bed.. lifting her up easily.. her frame moved with his as if she were his own personal little doll.. he would position her exactly as he desired it.. his warm wet lips pressing to her eagerly awaiting slit was met with the most vocal reactions he would have ever received from her.. his response that he was her god had her smiling even as she was forcing her head down into the pillows- Oh yes.. -she whined.. it was almost growled as he continued to torment and tease her.. his head planted so perfectly between her thighs-.. My God.. I could never.. ever forget it.. -she whimpered.. her pitch heightened considerably when he hit each of those sweet spots.. and her moans grew deeper when he took her to places he had not before.. she was open to him whilst her head was foggy..

whilst she had those blinders on.. she was open and encouraging.. like someone who had just the right amount to drink.. just the right cocktail of drugs.. not too much.. not too little.. just that perfect measurement that meant all heir inhibitions, all their worries and concerns.. all of it just vanished.. she could be herself.. something that realistically he might not have witnessed for any great length of time before..every move he made she reacted in the positive.. some a lot more than others.. when he hit those pleasure points some made her tremble.. some made her shake.. and every now and then she would cry out and grip those sheets like her very life depended on it.. it was as if it were the best version of trial and error ever.. his growl rumbled through her.. she could feel his voice as it vibrated deep down into that heated core..

he wanted to know what she wanted.. what she liked.. she whined softy.. turning her head there upon the pillow as her breath audibly caught-.. Just.. just like that Daddy.. -she groaned.. her forehead dipped down once more as her upper body arched.. -.. Please.. please dont stop.. -she cried.. it was like the sweetest mixture of anguish and pure pleasure ever.. she told him when she wanted it harder.. when she needed it deeper.. when that naughty tongue of his was doing the utmost to drive her to madness..before she got to that point where she just couldn't take it anymore.. -.. Please.. -she whined softly.. her body trembling under his talented touches-.. please fuck me Daddy.. -she begged.. she desired little more in that moment other than to feel him inside her.. to feel him fill her.. before he gave her just what she was after..

and when he slid right into her she cried out his name.. her head rocked back.. those sweet tight little ivory ringlets bounced..it was electric.. the whole act..everything.. and he was drawing it out of her like it were the sweetest poison.. she felt everything even in her foggy daze.. the ridges.. the dips and the pulsing..the two of them had to have lost count how many times they climaxed.. and if it were anyone else it surely would have killed them.. her body ached and felt heavy.. but yet in the same breath it was also lush and incredibly addictive.. it would be a long time before she would be able to remove his scent from her body.. he picked her up and the two of them moved into the bathroom.. the healing waters surprised her.. his lopsided grin captivated her.. it would seem the two of them were learning things from one another in this moment.. this little rare pop of time.. laughter and smiles were shared.. he fucked quite a few of the hired help.. those sweet maids that had come in to pamper her..

all the while she'd been fed that sweet sticky cum of his..painting up the insides of her cool little mouth.. and she didn't say no to a single drop of it.. dragging that pale pink tongue across her lower lip when he finally drew back.. she moved to stand then.. the white liquid slowly caressed its way down the length of her newly healed body.. she was not prepared for his next series of actions though.. his head diving between her thighs to glide that naughty tongue along that cool wet slit.. her eyes widened considerably and she gripped his head.. her fingers tangled in his hair as she moaned.. her lids closed over the moment that tongue dipped into her.. just enough to tease.. just enough to make her shiver.. before he pulled away and she whined a little.. her hands fell from his hair.. reaching for his cheeks.. his jawline.. she just wanted to touch him.. to feel his bodies heat beneath her cool finger tips and he did not disappoint.. the two shared an earth shattering kiss.. long and sweet.. deep without causing unneeded desires to pop back up.. at least not yet.. -.. I just want you..

-she shot him a wink.. watching as he turned to step out.. she landed a smack to his ass ..she and the sea elf had quite the afternoon.. or well she did.. he was just dragged along and used as her pack horse.. his face ended up painted in the cutest butterfly designs.. he carried the things she purchased and was even force fed cake and fruit on various occasions..she sent him back to their room.. and the boy didn't need to be told twice.. he headed off.. taking all the bags and what not.. and thats where he would collapse.. atop the day lounge near the window.. bags around him like a bellboy.. his cheeks coated in pastel paints..she on the other hand settled in with the children.. see.. she loved children.. its why Sybelle didn't need to be asked twice to conceive.. when she was younger in Arvandor she babysat for So many families..

she had always seen children in her future.. and then of course.. her future took a different turn.. but regardless of that fact.. here she was.. seated there upon the soft clover .. the tulle of her skirts fluffed out enough that it looked inviting to quite a few of the littlies.. one on each side.. resting with their heads upon her thighs.. another leaning against her from the front.. her hands glided up and down their backs.. a soothing soft gesture whilst the group listened intently to the Teaching figure at the front.. the story was a bitter sweet fairytale.. and it hit her pretty hard.. not one she had heard before.. but then again when would have she?.. she couldn't read so it wouldn't have been something she would have picked up herself.. and then on the other hand who would have read it to her?.. to most she was unapproachable.. the story came to a close..

the children were stirred by their parents and or carers as they all began to toddle away.. she even returned a hug she had gotten from a little boy in overalls.. before she caught a glimpse of him standing there in the distance..his chosen style of dress caused her smile to only grow further.. and her heart to do some rather odd acrobatics in her chest.. she pulled herself to her feet and in the blink of an eye she was up and in his arms.. wrapping those long stocking clad legs around him.. her arms enveloped him..her whispered words of missing him tickled his ear before she turned to look into those stunning eyes of his.. -.. I had a ball.. would have been better with you though.. -she shot him a wink.. leaning up to press her lips to his forehead.. Oh she could feel the eyes upon her.. those Princesses didn't really know what to think.. if jealousy were a flavour it would have put a bad taste in everyones mouth that was close enough to witness this.. -.. Look at you though.. all dressed up.. Dammmnnn you look fine.. -she felt that delicate kiss to her lips.. it was cute.. sweet even.. before she slowly allowed those long legs to unravel from around him.

. mary janes connecting with the soft grasses as her skirts floated back into place-.. All these pretty little things watching you with such eager eyes..They'd eat you right up if given half the chance.. -she grinned.. her soft cool hand slid into his as the two of them walked along the grounds.. catching quite a few looks.. several wondering who they were.. Some knowing full well.. others unsure.. perhaps they were royalty.. -.. And what about you?..mmm? Did my dark prince get to thin the herd?.. -her fingers lightly glided along the outer side of his palm as they approached.. well where-ever it was he was taking her.. the marble steps were different.. she glanced down to the black shoes she wore.. listening to the sounds they made as they tapped and tapped..before he guided her through those wide open doors and she paused.. she physically stopped there.. the sight of the ballroom just floored her.. her cherry painted lips parted enough for her to take a gasped breath-.. Oh my god.. -she whispered.. her fingers curled in his hand a little bit tighter.. she panned slowly.. from left to right.. everything from the colouring.. the candles.. the thick curtains.. -.. This is.. beautiful.. just..

-she was finding herself lost for words.. almost overwhelmed.. quite taken aback at just how perfectly stunning the room was.. -.. Wow.. -she laughed a little.. words were betraying her.. he guided her across toward the small rooms off to the sides.. it was clear one of them was a change room.. it had racks and racks of dresses in the background.. quite a few mirrored tables.. but only one was illuminated.. her head tilted to the side as he brought her over.. she caught sight of the dress..that stunning piece of craftsmanship in black.. she reached out to touch it.. to glide her fingers down the arm.. her free hand rose to clutch at her chest.. the shoes were perfect.. the bottle of wine.. the Only way to top all of this off as she turned to look back over her shoulder to him..-.. for me?.. -she'd question.. worrying the corner of her lip with her teeth before her smile would broaden..

he would leave her for a moment then.. to get organised.. to settle in.. she slipped out of the little pixie pinks and purple.. those long stockings soon followed as she stepped into the gown.. and it fit her like a second skin.. drawing it up over the sharpness of her hips.. the dip of her waistline.. it encased those well rounded tits of hers.. before it just settled..it was made for her and seeing the reflection in the mirror all but took her breath away.. she removed the peonys from her hair.. letting those ivory curls sit just nicely.. she sunk down to slide those shoes on.. wriggling her toes a little.. she had poured herself a glass of that wine.. watching as it gripped and clung to the sides of the finest crystal.. oh she knew it.. she knew it from the scent.. the shimmer.. it caused her smile to curl into a grin as she took a good drink from it.. her lids tumbled closed in response.. oh it did well to warm a cold heart and body.. she rolled her lace clad shoulders.. slowly she moved to stand.. a saunter..

slow in the low lighting as she went to make her way back out into the main ballroom.. wondering just where he had gotten too.. before she caught sight of him there.. standing in the middle in the most perfect lighting.. the candles set the scene.. she tilted her head-. dancing?.. -she questioned.. her hands clasped infront of her.. she looked different when she smiled.. sure the body was the same.. she was still as short as ever.. all those curves in all the right places..but the smile softened it.. it took away the sharpness.. the attitude.. -.. Yes please.. -those soulless pools of hers almost sparkled in this lighting.. she would begin to saunter toward him.. a slow gentle rocking of heels to toe.. the song she knew.. but would possibly not have ever chosen was playing in the background.. and she would .. surprisingly enough.. sing along with it.. her gaze not leaving his- Im trying to hold my breath.. Let it stay this way..

-her hands fell back to her sides.. approaching him as she reached-.. Can't let this moment end.. -her soft cool fingers found his.. drawing in closer...- You set off a dream in me.. Getting louder now.. Can you hear it echoing?.. -her gaze found his.. lingering.. locking as the two of them fell into that dance.. familiar steps they had done a million times before.. hell they used to do this for sport.. he was the perfect lead.. and she just shadowed his every move-.. Take my hand.. Will you share this with me?.. Cause darling without you.. All the shine of a thousand spotlights.. All the stars we steal from the nightsky.. -that smile would never really fade as she looked up to him there.. just admiring who he was..who he had become.. -.. Will never be enough.. Never be enough.. Towers of gold are still too little.. These hands could hold the world but it'll Never be enough.. Never be enough.. -she reached up.. allowing his hands to fall to the dip of her waistline.. she reached up atop her toes..-.. For me..

-whispered words fleeting on the wind before she would claim those lips of his allowing him to lead.. to guide them as the music would continue to play softly in the background.. the kiss was slow and sultry.. smooth as silk.. the two of them were perfectly matched.. and yet complete opposites.. he was the fire to her ice.. he was the softness to her sharp.. he was her protector and guide.. her lover and Master.. her friend..her centre.. her Husband..that rich dark prince.. and just as he had spoken.. reminding her earlier.. he was her god..and in those moments it was as if she had been locked away.. starved of breath and affection..starved of the sight of him.. and right now he was bearing the brunt of her playing catch up.. -




Her chosen song





What neither of the love birds might have noticed.. having been wrapped up in their own worlds.. was that Garafin had entered the ballroom.. he'd been watching.. not for a great length of time.. just enough to catch a glimpse of them both.. he admired it.. the way those two always seemed to come back to one another.. he knew full well just how devoted Nautilous was to Sydel.. he'd been in his company more than once hearing ALL about it.. and then of course when it came to Sydel.. whilst it still took some getting used to.. he could see the woman he knew.. once upon a time.. beneath all the layers of white.. beneath all the bravado and attitude.. she was still there.. just.. not quite as free.. he really didn't want to interrupt this.. he felt really shitty and went to leave a good couple of times.. but he also knew if he didn't say something it would eat away at him.. and Nautilous would probably take off his head for not letting him know as soon as possible.. he scratched his neck.. holding his hand up.. trying to get one of their attention..in a slow.. perhaps quieter part of the song he cleared his throat.. enough to pull the love birds out of their spell.. motioning for Nautilous to come over to him..- Please.. forgive my interruption.. -he held his hand to his heart-.. if I could steal Nautilous for just a moment..





-her attention was stolen by the newcommer.. she turned.. letting her souless pale gaze fall upon the gentleman standing there in the doorway.. she knew who it was.. she'd known him for years.. hearing the request she offered a smile.. a little nod before she turned back to her partner.. -.. go.. -she whispered.. before she released him from her hold.. the music shifted.. something richer.. something with a deeper rhythm as she turned her back to the two gentleman.. and yet she continued to dance.. just on her own.. a sway of those hips.. arms stretching high.. weaving like growing vines as she just allowed the music to take over.. -


Music change




he shoved his hands down into his pockets.. bowing his head to her when she gave the nod.. before he would move back toward the entrance.. waiting for him to approach-.. Im sorry.. I really am.. I can clearly see I am interrupting something.. -he exhaled..looking visibly uncomfortable-.. there's been some kind of.. accident.. I tried to find anyone.. really.. believe me I cant even locate Jacob, Ace or Rose right now.. the night before last Belles took a fall.. down i'd say a good at least half a flight of stairs.. -if his brain was switched on.. and he was able to connect the dots so to speak.. he might realise it would have been around the time Syn surfaced.. -.. I'm not sure what happened.. Daetaru found her.. When we couldn't locate anyone we took her down to the local medical centre.. she's not risen since.. still unconscious.. Ive been checking in every now and then but there has been no change...I tried man.. honestly to find.. anyone else.. but I heard.. from one of the ladies at the story telling that there was a rather handsome gentleman and an intriguing looking woman heading this way and I just hoped it was going to be you.. Mind you I didn't quite expect to ..well..walk into what I can only fathom is a date.. I apologise once more.. but I had to let one of you know what was happening..

[BadInfluence]

It wasn't as an if, she really was his personal doll, his most treasured possession and he adored spoiling and coddling her so. Even in bed it was always about her first, making sure she got what she needed before he chased down his own, and in this particular instance today? It was flawlessly beautiful. She was open and honest, enchanting really and he devoured it, sucked it up like a bee to nectar and couldn't get enough of it. It was a rare treat for her to be so vocal and honest about what she wanted, what really blew her over the moon and then into the stars, helping him refine what she needed in bed to a fitness so sharp they made a scalpel look as blunt as a mallat. He explored her in this state, going from spot to spot, trying out new ones he'd not explored with her to see if they tickled her fancy and oh... He enjoyed it. Thoroughly. "You better not or I'll have you on your knees till they bruise just to remind you of that fact." It was part taunt, part threat, and all seduction as he'd let her mind run around and pick out just what he had meant by that. Best part of this link they shared? Was that he could tell what she needed and when. So if she developed a kink for something he had currently done in these moments? Well he'd know exactly when and where to repeat it. Like he knew she was incredibly open and turned on by eating her ass, something he'd not done often before as she seemed more so... Non-plus about it. But now? Going back to front had her squirming and nearly tearing holes in the sheets so naturally he truly pushed that one as far as it would go which ended in her begging him to fuck her.



He listened to her please when she'd had enough of what he had to give her and fuck her? Fuck her he did, thoroughly and completely, all the ways she could imagine it until she was a soaking wet sobbing mess of pleasured flesh. He took her on her back and her front, on her side and in his lap, on top both cowgirl and reverse until they were both utterly saturated with the smell of each other. She'd been fucked nine ways to Sunday and he knew she couldn't take a moment longer when he gave in... Both of them having climaxed so often and so hard it made it all a bit foggy. He'd lost count somewhere along the way which you know, meant it was damn good. He'd pick her up and take her to the tub, explaining just what it was, or rather... Moreso what it was called, he didn't think she'd be all about the gory details or what it took to get it... Hell he was surprised he was even allowed to use it, let alone share it with his wife, but then again his mother was in a rare good mood. Shame that the pool didn't revert the toxins in his body, he'd played with Syn way too long and he wasn't about to do that again any time soon, the toxins in her body bonded way too strongly with his own and it fucked him a hell of a lot harder than it might someone else. At least it wouldn't kill him, right? Course he might fuck someone to death if Syn hit him with another wave. As it was? His wife was ripe and lush, she had her own deadly little perfumed cocktail that did things to him on it's own so you can imagine it was a double duty so he was truly struggling. It showed in the fact that as soon as the help came in he banged them each in turn as they helped her, primping and pampering her until she glowed, sending them out bow legged and smiling ear to ear. He'd given each load to his beloved though, none of his spunk was going to be playing around anyone's ovaries ever, he kept that shit on lock and tight. He was NOT about to risk a bastard when he was so happily married to his one and only. They enjoyed the time they had though, teasing and laughing back and forth, and he realized this was good for her... Not that he'd want it all the time, that wasn't who he was, no more than it was who she truly is... This was a nice change but far from something he'd be gunning after.



When she got out of the tub he couldn't resist, dropping to his knees to lap at her cunt, to tease over that pretty little piercing before he'd let go and come up to kiss her... Just enough to tease her a little bit but not enough to stir that fire up... More just a breath on the embers... Keeping her warm. That kiss was something else, it wasn't something they'd had in a long time, his arms wrapping around her till his fingers dug into her skin... Held her close, tight, slanting his lips over hers as he slowly bent her back as they kissed each other like it was the first time. When it broke it was soft and sweet and her words? "Princess, I will always be yours, heart and soul. You own me, entirely my Love." He said before he'd leave to go handle this irritating zombie dick of his, didn't matter how often he put it to bed the damn thing kept springing back up with an unquenchable hunger, and as far as that went? Well he used it to the betterment of his and others situations, fucking his way through any princess that fell into his lap and honestly, it didn't take much at all before he'd had over half of those in the running and yes... He did record these sessions in case they tried to deny it... And yes, for payment too, he didn't do this shit for free! Oh and how shameful they would be when the bills came to dear mommy and daddy for his services... Oh my my my! Plus he had that letter from Ace so it was going to be even funnier that these Princess's paid for his services and they couldn't even reproach him as an Advisor to the King. It was funny and Sydel would likely split a seam when he told her all about it.



Towards the end he had grabbed a shower and scrubbed up, dabbing a bit of something new on his skin, something rich and woodsy that complimented his own sandalwood scent and upgraded it a bit... Another layer that was... Mouthwatering. His clothes were perfectly tailored as always, leather and lace on a man if you could believe it, and yes he was setting a trend and he knew it. Even so? Only a handful of people would ever be able to pull it off and none better than him. Seeing her there with the kids around her tore at his heartstrings like a pissed off cat at the blinds over a window... Just shredded... He wanted a big family but he also knew exactly why Sydel was terrified of it and how it just... It scared her and when she had explained it all to him? He vowed he'd not ask anymore... But that didn't mean he wanted it any less... Seeing her run towards him was precious and heartwarming, he opened his arms to catch her as she leapt at him, snuggling her in close as she whispered how much she had missed him. It was a precious show and something not many there would understand the rarity of it and those who did? Would be doing a double take and getting a bad case of rubber necks from it all as it was just so... Rare... "We'll do it together again next time, Scouts Honor." He said as he crossed his heart and kissed her softly, grinning a bit as he could literally feel the weight of stares at them, almost making him want to laugh but he hid that for a later time to share with her. "I had to, my wife deserves only the best after all, the least I can do is look good for her when she's always a goddess in my eyes." He said smoothly, and if she were anyone else, oh man she'd be swept off her feet like an avalanche of suave flirtation struck her. "Besides, I did promise you something, didn't I?" He teased as he snuck in that kiss and they'd walk together, his hand around hers as they were close as thieves, that smile on his lips never left while they were together. "Half of them did have me and they owe me a very grand sum of money too, I can't wait to see the look on their father's faces when I send them the bill, oh to be a fly on those walls..." He said with a laugh. "Half of them wont make it past the first test and will be sent home, making it easier on everyone, especially Ace and Rose." Adelaide too, there'd be less to judge and who wanted a possible Queen who could fall to temptation like a fat chick down iced stairs? "What about you? Did you enjoy our little ginger puppy? I saw a ton of bags back there." He said with a grin before they'd dip into soft silence on the walk and there they'd get, that long neglected, almost forgotten ballroom... It was all venetian marble, golden like butter and cream on the steps up and all the way in, cut with slabs of blue lapis lazuli and other rare gems, topped with gold and diamond chandeliers and marble pillars all the way up... It was stunning, so much money had gone into the place and now, now it was shined up and in it's finest. Candles floated on the air and soft music played in the background just for her, some of her favorites as he guided her to the changing room, his own gifts for her waiting on the table... "This is where much of the dancing for the competition will take place... I secured it for the evening, just for us, now go..." He'd say as he gently guided her into the changing room where she'd see the gifts, and honestly her reactions tonight? Just couldn't have been better, they warmed his heart so much that it could handle another decade of ice without feeling a shiver... "Mmhmm, go, try it on Princess... I'll be waiting for you."



Of course he knew what she liked, what she needed and it was all there on the table for her, which made it a dream for anyone who'd be in her shoes. When she came out? He'd be in the middle of the floor and waiting for her, arms out and ready in that perfect dancers poise, waiting for her to step in. "It's been a while so I wanted to steal the night away for us, just you and I, away from family and friends... Just Sydel... Just Nautilous..." When she stepped in and they began to dance his heart fucking dropped hard, slid right out his shoe and settled into her own chest, hearing her sing like that? He'd only heard her sing once and that was to their son Aylan... He had a plan in mind for the dance but the moment she began to sing he shifted it from the venetian waltz to the Rose and Frame style, which meant his own presence dimmed down and he? Put her in the spotlight, each shift and lead he made, the way he danced her across the floor was all geared to show her off... Her beauty, her elegance, the way they seemed to float as they moved... That was something they did that was unique to them. They fucked each other and their toys with a freedom and certain level of rawness but in their dance? It was all emotion, their moved like they had ball bearings instead of joints, perfectly smooth and so flawless people were mesmerized when they moved by. He showed her off in every moment until it all came to a screeching... Jarring... Ungodly fucking hated end.



Garafin would never interrupt them unless the world was ending. His lover and his friend, the man was one of his most respected and adored companions, ranking just under Jacob which was seriously saying something. He let out a slow sigh and looked down at her, cradling her cheeks in his fingers and pressing the softest kiss over her lips. "Don't waste the music... I will be right back." He'd walk a bit away with Garafin and waited quietly for his words and when Garafin got through it? He let out a bit of a breath and pinched the bridge of his nose a bit. "They're likely off fucking like bunnies right now and I don't blame them..." What better way to let the stress off than fucking like mad? He pressed his hand into the back of his neck and he could connect the dots and a part of him felt like shit for no one being there to watch her but given the situation he couldn't waste time and tender touch them both... "She is ok... It's not the first time she's fainted like this I hate to say... Normally we time the pregnancies so Sydel and Sybelle aren't carrying at the same time. It takes a hell of a tole on them both and Sybelle is about to go into labor within a month or so now..." He reached out and rested his hand on Garafins shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze, guiding him to the doorway as he'd reach into his pocket and a bit of a magical tickle on the air he'd pull out a box, looking every bit like a miniature first aid kit. "Sydel likely doesn't remember but today is the anniversary of the first day we met and it's a very important date to me. Forgive me but I am going to be greedy for the first time in the history of this family and take this night for my wife and I." He'd hand Garafin the little kit and inside it was an odd mix, one vial of something black and thick like tar, the other golden hued and didn't cling to the sides of the glass at all. "This is a vial of my blood as well as Hanali's, it needs to be mixed, then diluted in her IV back at 1/100 ratio. I can promise you in less than an hour she will start to come around. Keep this up until both vials are empty. It should take about 24 hours but she'll be ready..." Ready for what? To get up and move around? Well... Yes and... No? "When Jacob and Rose come back from what is probably a date of their own I'll talk to them about inducing Sybelle into an early labor. The medical staff here is extremely good and they have all the facilities we'd need. Simple fact is she'd carrying triplets and it's too much on her in her current state. You'll be a dad a bit sooner than expected... Best go tell your lovely white peony to be prepared." He said with a nudge and a bit of a knowing grin on his face. "Hanali says congratulations, by the way..." But... On what? Well that? He wasn't about to tell! He'd guide Garafin out and yes... He'd close the doors behind him and for all it was rude? He wasn't going to take it back. He did EVERYTHING for this family, he'd always sacrificed himself for this little empire he built around himself, but tonight? No... No this was HIS night and he was going to be greedy for the first night and take this date with his wife.
With that? He'd made his way back to her side, the music tempo shifting a gain in a way she'd recognise, his hands easily guiding her into a deep bend over his arm that he had her hold... His hand tailing down the front of her body until he'd snap her up as the deep, throbbing beat of the tango began to throb on the air.

Tango Music

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She had taken that run toward him .. closing the gap in a matter of a moment before she was up and in his arms.. wrapping around him as if she were the very jacket he currently wore.. a whispered sentence.. a delicate phrase that came from the heart.. how she had missed him.. even though they had only seen each other mere hours prior.. he looked stunning..he was dressed to impress.. the extremely tight black leather pants left Nothing to the imagination..the thickness of his strong muscly thighs.. the curve on that ass.. and did she even need to mention the obvious bulge at the front?.. everyone had to have seen it..

her cheeks actually took on a little colour.. just faintly when he complimented her.. to any normal soul they wouldn't have even noticed .. it was so pale.. but to him.. given how they had been in each others pockets for decades he would have picked up the change.. -.. You did promise me something yes.. -her smile grew as she slowly slid out of his arms.. though her slender cool fingers curled around his hand and she remained quite close.. quiet laughter sounded when she heard that so many of those princesses would be lining his bank accounts in a matter of months.. or more so their Fathers would be.. -.. You have set the drama ball rolling I see...these next few months should be intriguing.. I have a feeling there will be quite a few quick arranged marriages lest secrets get out.. and in the world of the blue blood we cant have princesses that have had their flowers plucked by a whore.. now can we..-she tutted her tongue.. -.. I did enjoy the afternoon.. I just made him follow me around like my own personal shadow.. one that could carry bags.. he never once complained.. though I fear he looked exhausted ..perhaps not used to trying to keep up..

-he had surprised her then.. guiding her up into the most spectacular venue that she had ever seen.. and realistically she had been in So many.. especially given they used to compete in dance for sport.. but this room.. was.. breath taking.. the glitter.. the gold.. the candles.. she clutched at her heart when he took her into the small room off to the side.. the dress just about floored her.. the shoes the wine.. all of it.. he had taken all of her needs into account.. he knew precisely what she would want and need.. -.. You're spoiling me.. -she glanced back over her shoulder to him.. her gaze.. those white lifeless pools lingered as he moved to back out of the room-.. Thankyou.. -she would mouth silently.. before her attention would move to the dress.. admiring it before it would be slipped on like the perfect second skin.. it was made for her.. measured.. drawn in to accentuate those sharp hips.. the natural dip of her waist and the rather blessed valley of her bust.. she moved to exit the room.. glancing across to him there as he was back lit by candles.

.his silhouette was enough to steal a few beats of her heart.. she reached to tap against her chest.. trying to regulate it.. before she would move to approach.. a slow drawn out saunter.. they weren't new to this.. dancing was in their blood.. they had a language all their own.. movements were incredibly smooth ..almost unnatural.. no one ever found fault.. flawless like the rarest of gems.. -.. I like the sound of that.. just Sydel...Just Nautilous.. -she spoke softly as the gap between them grew smaller and smaller.. before she would surprise him perhaps.. and she'd sing along with the song that flowed around them.. her hands met his an they fell perfectly into step.. they didn't need instruction.. they didn't need direction.. their bodies knew where to go..what to do.. her eyes remained upon him as she spoke words from deep down within her dark little soul.. he lead her.. and yet allowed her to soak up the spotlight entirely.. beauty and elegance..

it was as if their feet barely graced the polished boards.. before it all came to sudden stop.. her breath caught.. she turned to glance across to Garafin who had interrupted.. before she turned back to him.. feeling his hands cradling her cheeks as she reached up to hold them a moment longer.. -.. go.. she whispered.. he told her to not waste the music.. and she certainly didn't.. for the moment he left her the tempo changed.. it picked up.. deeper.. haunting.. a beat that would rival a lustful heart as she swayed.. her arms reached up and threaded like vines as her knees began to bend.. her lids closed over.. she just let the music control her.. move her.. -





-he really really did not want to do this.. he had a feeling this was no ordinary 'date' or dancing session.. something was different about it.. but he had to tell someone and with everyone else away.. it unfortunately came down to him..he laughed all be it quietly when he heard you tell him that Rose, Jacob and Ace were probably off fucking like bunnies-.. Ahh.. well yes.. dont we all wish we could have just buggered off to fuck like rabbits somewhere.. -he shoved his hands down into his pockets.. the only reason he was still around the castle itself was because of the meeting with Thaylan.. otherwise he too would have been off fucking his little dirty bunny without an ounce of remorse.. but life didn't always bend the way you wanted it too.. something he was learning quite quickly..

he gave the news.. that Sybelle had taken a fall.. a pretty hard one and was in the hospital.. unconscious.. in an almost comatose state.. he tilted his head when he listened to your response on it not being the first time.. that it was more than likely something to do with the two girls being pregnant at the same time.. he exhaled and nodded-.. Im sorry man.. I really didn't mean to interrupt.. I just felt I had to tell someone. she's family afterall.. and well.. -he scratched his neck-.. kinda got a little worried.. babies and all.. -he'd never gotten this far in a pregnancy in his life.. it was scaring him more than a little bit.. and her taking a tumble nearly turned him grey..

he took the little medic box then.. listening as the two of them moved to the doorway.. his gaze shifted from him to the dancing beauty in the spotlights.. hearing the tale of it being the anniversary of the day they met.. and how important it was-.. Say no more , I am gone.. out of your hair.. forgive me.. -he nodded.. shoving the box down into his pocket.. he heard the instructions on the dilution.. -.. Ill ah.. get it done.. asap.. Ill take it straight there after this.. -he rubbed his forehead when he heard about being a Father a bit quicker than he may have expected-.. Wow.. uh.. ok.. -his brows furrowed.. well that shot up the anxiety metre right into the red.. -.. Best of luck man.. for the rest of your night.. I hope its all you ever dreamed of.. -he went to move down the steps then before you mentioned Hanalis congrats.. he blinked.. turning to question before the doors were closed and he blinked.. -.. What on earth?.. -he questioned.. he looked dumbfounded.. stuttering a little before he quickly headed off toward the medical centre to hand over the new med kit.. hoping all would go well and swiftly..-





-she wasn't privy to the conversation at all, she didn't even attempt to listen in or even glance over her shoulder.. she just danced.. she just swayed and turned.. drew lower toward the floor before she would stretch back up.. her sweet little white frame.. clad in the most sinful black lace moved like water.. smooth..slick.. she felt his hands back upon her once more.. that heat as he guided her into that deep bend.. she fell into line.. before he would right her once more.. the beats grew louder..deeper and the two of them moved together.. each others personal little shadow..they hadn't done this.. for years.. and yet it looked as though they practised every single night..her hand rose.. gliding down along the side of his face.. the curve of his jawline.. his neck..-.. everything is ok?..

-she would question quietly as he span her around and drew her back in fiercely.. their bodies drawn together perfectly moulded like puzzle pieces.. he might have felt a little draw of energy as she pulled something from the magical plane.. and when he drew her back in he'd feel something cold..left there upon the dip of his palm.. her fingers would draw back then.. and she would withdraw from his hold to spin three times to the left.. it was a golden chain..and upon its end a crudely shaped heart pendant made from what looked and felt like ice.. but it was encased in something to allow it to exist without melting.. however it was clear the heart had been broken...perhaps even a few times.. and repaired..-.. Thankyou.. -she whispered.. -

Gift

[BadInfluence]

Hey, that bulge was all her fault considering it was even more obvious than normal, Gods knew he was doing all he could to try and get this damn thing out of his system but it was dug in like a tick, a sort of sexual lupus. The rest though? Ok, yeah, that was all him. He loved clothes, the way they could change a mood or an impression, convey a million things without saying a word, and most of all set one's self apart from everyone else. He? Always dressed to show off, he had the body for it so why not? He enjoyed the attention just like any other gorgeous person, well except his son Jacob, he had yet to figure out how that one worked out but... There was time for those questions later on. Just as she had complimented him though he had complimented her back, a smile on his face that just grew when he picked up on her bluck, taking the chance to remind her he HAD promised her something today. She'd asked about the Princess's and he? Enjoyed, no, relished relating the story of just what was going to happen later. He'd recorded each session, including the promises of payment, as well as to show he hadn't finished in a single one of them lest someone play foul and try to smack him with a case of the baby daddys. It was wonderful to hear her laugh and he tried to look innocent for a moment or two but lets be honest, him and innocence weren't even remotely on speaking terms, and he was pretty sure his face would slap him for even trying to pull that one off. "I did, I figured what ever I gain I'll use as a honeymoon gift for Rose and Ace, seems like a good laugh to explain the story later on down the line." Plus having bought the Psychii? Yeah his funds had actually dipped a bit so this was a way to bring them back up to their normal area. Which amusing as it was? They had actually stayed on since they hadn't gotten to perform their serves yet, he planned on using it at the Festival, a bit of a perk for all parties involved. "I imagine it will shake more than a few holier-than-thou trees which I so thoroughly enjoy just as much as you do my darling. I am quite happy you enjoyed your afternoon though, and don't worry about that puppy honestly, he has to learn that being our Pet comes with certain obligations." You can't just fuck for fun all the time after all. He was more than just a sexual partner, he was also a food source for Sydel, as well as a live-in companion. That meant he had to do work from time to time, be it toting bags for Sydel or himself if that were the case, to babysitting their massive brood on the nights they wanted to go out on a date. Thankfully though his baby girl Aysil was getting to that age where she was a young woman and taking her first steps at living on her own. As such she made a wonderful baby sitter for her little brothers and sisters so the adults had much more free time to play than they used to. "If he thought this was hard I fear for his sanity when he babysits. We ought to make him step up and work out a bit, he's far too soft." If he wanted to survive that is... Otherwise? He'd just be a snack like so many before him.



The venu was indeed spectacular, one of Ace's ancestors truly had a flare for lasting elegance and this place was one of the few he could say was truly stunning, and between he and Sydel? They'd seen a LOT. It was one of his favorites he might even go so far as to say, definitely within the top three if nothing else, and right now? Twilight settling in and the place painted up all the colors of crimson? It was indeed stunning. The best was yet to come though as he took her towards the dressing room, her gifts on the table in the form of a truly elegant and one of a kind dress with matching shoes, along with a bottle of her favorite wine with just a bit of something special... "You my Princess, deserve spoiling all the days of your life, and I am more than happy to spend the rest of mine doing it." Which was damn true too. He didn't care about her past, all he asked was to be a part of her future, always. She? Was his world, not just one of them but all of them, his reason for breathing and the source of all his strength. Once she was ready to change he stepped out, setting the music and the floating candles, giving everything just that... perfect Ambiance... Seeing her come out though? He was far from immune to her in that transparent dress, lace picked out in just all the right places to give the illusion of full nudity, yet hiding the rarest and most luscious of places... She was stunning, spectacular, spellbinding and as always? Simply Sydel... And utterly his greatest addiction and his only weakness...



Arm in arm they began to dance the waltz, with her on his arm he displayed her, showed her off so her beauty grew and grew... It was the Rose and Frame, a very difficult style of dance that was left often to the best of professionals, if only because the balance it took to pull it off was razor fine. "Me too Princess, Me too..." It was damned rare for them to have a chance like this, normally he was off keeping the family nice and strong, various units out of trouble and she? Was busy keeping Sybelle from slipping into oblivion as well as providing silent support to himself and their children. Neither of them were ever idle, their jobs, their positions as the head of the family meant they were always busy from dawn to dusk and sometimes hours after. Tonight? Tonight was one of those rarer than an full eclipse where they could just be themselves and enjoy it... She? She even took it a step beyond and was singing for him, something she had only done once and that had been during a very dark time in his life, so this? Was saccharine and precious to him, priceless and without a measure of value to what it did for his his heart... His soul... All before Garafin had shattered it. Now, he loved the man he truly did, adored him and favored him above all outside of Sydel as a lover, there wasn't much he wouldn't do for him... But this? Yeah that pushed it a little... He kissed Sydel softly as she told him to go, watching her shift her dance to something sensual and seductive, itching to touch her but... Garafin would not have come here unless it was with an exceptionally good reason.



Ace, Rose and Jacob were AWOL and he figured they were likely doing what everyone else probably was, which was fucking like bunnies. Ace was under a lot of stress with the Princess Run, Jaob in his new position on the board, and Rose with her schooling. He couldn't find in his life a single thing that was better for stress reduction than a good hard fucking. "Most of us already are and those that aren't? Will be soon enough. I'll make sure you and Daetaru have some time alone tomorrow, no interruptions, full day." He knew Garafin was new to love and had it like a fever for his promised one, and the two of them? Hell they were even entering courtship, something Garafin hadn't done before so in the end? Yeah he could see how this would leave him a bit bitter in the mouth. Explaining why their anniversary was interrupted he wished he could say that he was surprised. He really... Really wished he could. Sybelle was delicate in a way no one could understand, it wasn't something wrong with her physically, the body she inhabited was flawless. It had everything to do with her soul, she was only a fragment of a whole, something Sydel had shed off and shared so that her old self... The her she should have been if not for Caela... Had a chance to live. Sybelle touched a lot of hearts, belonged to a lot of different people, so it wasn't surprising that Garafin was panicked. "Just take a breath Garafin, she's alright. It's an old problem I haven't found a solution for yet but it happens more often than not around this time, and given she's carrying twins it's hitting her even harder with Sydel being pregnant too" It sucked yeah but at least he knew what was going on. "The good news is her body is strong so she and the babies are ok. You'll be welcoming your bundle sooner than expected is all... I think the twins might be pushing it a bit too hard on her." Plenty of babies got delivered early when they were multiples, it was healthier for the mother and for the babes as well, and thankfully Sybelle was close enough to her due date to make it possible without much overdue risk.



Handing over the med kit was more than maybe Garafin might realize. Hanali's blood was rarer than her tears and he had access to the whole damn pot, literally. Mixed with his own blood it would be enough to stabilizer her, help her come out of it without being too hyped up on one or the other, and with luck? Help those little lives inside of her stabilize and grow enough to not need help once outside of that very warm and secure spot they had known till now. He did take a moment to explain why tonight was so damned important, why for the first time since they'd all become a family he was taking time to be greedy, refusing to drop everything for someone else. Tonight? Was theirs, his and Sydel, and he wasn't going to let another moment slip by with someone between them. "Thank you Garafin." He said and sure, he could understand how Garafin might be freaking out, one of the two in there? Was Garafin's. He'd laid his hand on Garafins shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. "It's alright, trust me, she'll be fine and so will your little bundle. Trust me, this is so less complicated than Dragon rearing, trust me. Too cold they're gone too hot and you got a boiled egg. This is far less stressful." Though how did he know that? That might be a tale for a later time. The congratulations was from Hanali directly and he couldn't help passing it along, even if he might not know why, seeing the confusion on his face was pretty worth it.

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|In the Hospital the instructions and medications as they were going to be called, were handed over and used in the proper dilution, fed in via IV tap and within fifteen to twenty minutes? There was marked improvement. Color was back in her cheeks and a far more restful expression on Sybelles face, the fetal movement was right back up to normal, if anything a bit more so as little hands and feet were pressed up against that soft expanse of skin. Daetaru had been there the whole time, holding her hand and reading to her, keeping Sybelle involved in the world around her. Sure, Daetaru knew Garafin had had feelings for the woman, still did in some ways and it made her... A little grouchy... Jealous definitely because it took an ass ton for her to admit she had fallen in love with the roguish salor, even moreso to admit it because those two had been matched in the books the moment she was born, which made her feel in some ways like things were coerced... Yet knowing Garafin? They were both stubborn and neither of them willing to go with the current just like everyone else. What they had was genuine and growing every day. Hell he was even teaching her how to help him run his Inn while he was off trading at sea. So she didn't have a reason to be jealous of the woman, right? Except for the fact that, you know, she was about to pop out a squealing pink thing that would hold Garafin's heart like a dragon with it's gold. She shook those thoughts off and patted the seat beside her for Garafin to settle in beside her, handing him a mug of coffee and a bag of cinnamon chocolate chip cookies she had picked up for him while he was out, figuring he could use the snack. "Doc's say she's improving, just a bit strained cause of the twins. They're batting around the idea of putting her under and having a c-section, I guess the babies are really big for someone as small as she is so she won't be able to have them naturally anyways, figured you might want to know." Yeah, little people shouldn't have kids, it's like watching a straw try to pop out a grape. She was way better built for kids, she had nice hips and a long torso, she'd be able to give Garafin a bakers dozen if he wanted them... Ah well, what ever, they'd both said they didn't want kids for a while so she was getting way ahead of herself... |

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He'd gone back in to return to their date, teaching out to catch her and dip her down till her back burned before snapping her back up, the two of them moving into the pulsing beat and rhythm of the Tango, a vertical representation of a horizontal wish... She retreated as he advanced, she spurned him before becoming him back in, a power play between man and woman that could only be expressed like this... Back and forth, power and pressure, submission and seduction... They knew it intimately as the feel of their skin over their frames, easily able to move like they'd done it every hour of every day, as in tune with each other as their own breathing. "Bell's took a tumble but she's fine... When our kids are done with their orgy in the woods I'll pin them and set them after it." Jacob and Rose were featured in a few newspapers, even a couple of local rags as some of the brightest medical minds in history, pioneering new advances in the medical field while also being utterly charming and very likeable people. Might as well put another feather in their cap with pioneering a c-section for their mother and possible mother in law down the road.



He'd catch her hand as it ran down his face, flicking his tongue against her pulse beat and along the dip of her palm as they moved, spinning her out before pulling her back in hard, the full contact utterly perfect as it would always be with them. "I'm not thinking about her right now... I'm thinking about you, my beautiful, perfect Wife..." He stated simply before they'd step back into the movements and in passionate silence as they let the beat take them before she'd spin out and in that time? He'd feel the magical shift before he'd suddenly be holding a beautiful piece of unique jewelry, a heart of ice that would never melt, broken and repaired multiple times... He stopped moving, hell he stopped breathing as he looked at it, in awe of something so small... People might not understand it but he? Knew gifts from Sydel were rarer than... Well fuck... There was no way to describe the rarity of it... "Oh... Princess..." He said as he undid the clasp and put it over his head, letting it rest against his skin, over his heart where it belonged. He'd reach out for her and pull her back in before he'd dip her, slow and sweet... His hand buried in her hair as he cradled her skull, letting her feel virtually weightless in his arms before he kissed her so damned softly, so sweetly it'd break her heart... There were novels of words in that kiss, emotions and tender thoughts, his heart and soul written on his lips for her to read with her own... He'd hold her tightly, pouring all he had into her and that kiss, chasing away any echoes of splinters of doubt that she might have ever had of his love for her. For all she might think Bells had a part of his heart? The fact was that she, and she alone, held all of it... Bells was sweet and adorable, she did something for him that was good, but that didn't mean his world would end if she had to revert back into Sydel... But Sydel herself? The moment she ceased to exist? He would wipe out all existence before killing himself because nothing and no one deserved to live in a world without her in it... Especially himself... By the time that kiss broke? The music had shifted to something warm and sweet and incredibly poignant, lifting her up and holding her head close to his heart, his chin resting on the crown of her curls before he'd speak. "You will always be my everything Sydel... I draw breath because you exist. I loved you the moment I saw you all those years ago today, the woman with rough edges and a grudge against the world, the woman who's heart is fierce and loyal and true to those who earn it... You are my soul mate, my everything Sydel, and no matter what came before us or what's to come in our future... I want to see it with you. Always..."


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In the hospital things took a turn for the better, when the dilution was sorted out and it was fed through the IV Sybelle made a considerable improvement.. there were more than a few whispers as to what the medication was though.. so very many questions .. the gentle pops of colour in her cheeks came first.. then her hair.. she was more or less coming back into exisiting though only a couple that knew what she was would understand.. she could hear Daetarus voice.. the stories that were being shared.. she soaked it all up every single word though she didn't move.. she remained still.. silent..

he admired the scene that was played out before him.. the woman he fell for a very long time ago.. the one he admired from a far.. and helping her.. was the one he needed.. the one his heart was yearning for and had been for some time but he never quite understood it.. Daetaru was what he had been missing ..he had long since resigned himself to the fact that he would just coast through the remainder of his life.. help out his family.. those that he adored..

but.. what he saw in .. Nautilous and Sydel..in Jacob and Rose.. in so many couples around Arvandor.. it just wasn't meant for him.. until she showed up that one evening.. and she yanked him right off his feet.. he moved across the room.. leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead..accepting the cookies and coffee graciously as he sunk down beside her.. -.. Wonderful news.. that she is improving no less.. I'm sure young Jacob will be around tomorrow.. to check in and we will see what happens from there.. Thankyou for all of this.. I appreciate it more than you know.. I know it must be a little.. well.. awkward ..





She remained in the centre.. the feeling of the spotlights upon her skin.. the music.. that throbbing rhythm coursing through her veins.. she was not privy to the conversation between him and Garafin.. deciding to let them do.. whatever it was they required.. figuring in some small amount that he might be called out to some emergency.. or war.. or. something.. but no.. he returned to her soon enough.. his warm hands upon her cool frame..dipping her back until her muscles burned.. she adored it.. loved every minute.. the two of them fell into step.. smooth fluid like..shadowing each other perfectly.. he told her what had happened.. that her other half.. her 'sister' had taken a tumble.. but that Jacob and most probably Rose would be looking into it once they were done with their woodland orgy-.. Sounds like its all settled then..I am sure Jacob will have it all under control when he is available.. -

she reached for him.. soft cool fingers traced down the side of his face.. her lips parted a little and an audible breath sounded in response to his tongue flicking across that somewhat irregular pulse beat.. he span her out..those corkscrew curls floated as she was curled right back into him.. firm and hard.. bodies pressed in flush..this was them.. this was how they were.. in all facets of their life.. they just fit.. the music continued.. sultry and strong.. she took her opportunity.. a pop of time.. a moment as she span out of his arms.. something that could be easily made into the dance.. before he would notice the gift she had left him.. resting there upon his palm.. an ice heart.. broken in several places and yet repaired.. made stronger for it.. as he put it on he'd note it remained cool against his heated skin.. it would always have a lower temperature.. always.. to remind him.. of what he had.. she watched as he paused.. as his footsteps all but halted.. how it affected him was written there upon his face.. the corners of her lips curled.. -.. My Prince.. -she spoke softly in response..

before he reached out for her once more and he drew her in so quick.. dipping her.. those laced slippers floated off the ground as he bore all the weight.. their lips met.. in an all consuming loving union.. she melted like ice left out in the sun.. her heart just about shattered from the pouring of emotions she was feeling just flowing off of him.. and he was right.. any sliver of doubt.. any question no matter how small was chased away in that moment.. she exhaled a soft shaky breath when the kiss finally broke.. her gaze.. those big white pools just gazed up to him before she found that place close to his heart..her arms wrapped around him..

he professed his love for her then.. his feelings.. it was all layed out on the table as the music changed.. soft.. warm and sweet.. floating about them like stars as their steps slowed and yet remained adoring-.. You are my centre Nautilous.. -she would speak quietly as they swayed-.. No one else truly understands me.. not really.. no one else would put up with me.. I know that for certain.. I did not realise we had met on this day.. so very long ago.. I remember all to well that cocky extremely tanned young man who I turned down.. quite a few times.. -she laughed and nodded-.. This.. has been perfect.. Thankyou.. You've really out done yourself..

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It wasn't Sybelles fault Garafin has been in love with her for years, yeah? So she was trying her best not to think of it like a threat. She'd picked up a children's book, typically because everyone loves a happy ending and Oedipus seemed like a pretentious asshole anyways, flipping through the pages till the found Swan Lake... Now that? Didn't that suit them like a glove huh? The white and black swan, both of them competing over the prince in the story, no one realizing the black swan wasn't so evil as she was played out to be... Eh, whatever. She read on while a carafe of coffee steamed on the nightstand and the bag of cookies waited for her man. Damn right, she thought of him as her man, and she'd beat ass for anyone who tried to say otherwise.



Garafin coming back and kissing her forehead? Was pretty fucking sweet and it made her smile a bit, leaning into it just a touch as she passed him the coffee and cookies, still holding Belle's hand so she didn't feel alone. Whatever that medicine was it worked great, the improvement was pretty fast, almost like seeing someone color in the white on a page... She filled him in on what she'd been told, probable reasons for the sudden collapse, things like that weren't too rare after all... Babies did some funky shit to the body and people wondered why she was pretty much anti-kid. Yeah, no thanks! Screaming little sacks of poop that don't even appreciate you till they're five or older. And here in what might be just a couple of days? Garafin would have his own pink mess to coddle and adore which... Where did that leave her? Kids weren't in the caravan of performers although childish attitudes were pretty fucking par for the course...



His words at the end made her tilt her head a bit as she watched him settle in beside her. "It is a little weird I admit... I know you loved her for a damn long time and now we're working on our own relationship and then just... Boom... Out of the water you find out one of the kid's she's carrying is yours and now this?... Yeah... It's awkward but..." She said, pursing her lips a bit in thought as she rolled the thoughts about in her head for a moment, trying to get them in the right order. "It's just how it is you know? If this breaks us up then the book really was full of shit and we are better off parting early than making each other miserable down the line." She wasn't like Caela who delighted in people's suffering, she wasn't Sybelle who could look on utterly oblivious to someone pining for her for decades, she was just herself. Rough edges, blunt attitude, but she was real. Down to earth. She wasn't gonna make someone suffer for her own ego, and she wasn't going to let someone do it to her either, just not her damn pot of tea. "I'm just wondering how we're going to take the kid. I haven't been around them outside of them being people who watched our shows. Guess it's just a new adventure for us right? We'll make a good crack of it for sure." With that? She was telling him that yeah, so it was a seriously weird position to be in but along with that? Was her love for him and her promise she was going to crack at this hard with him. Beside him. She? Wasn't going anywhere.

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"Which will be sooner than later I believe... The Princess's already arriving means Adelaide will be hunting Ace like a wolf. I figure if not already? Soon enough those three will be broken up and Jacob will return to the frey as perfect as he ever is." It might be his brothers child but Jacob would always be his son. With the change in music, the tempo far more exotic and throbbing they moved easily, the tango was like breathing for them. It took no thought and was all instinct, simple and smooth, flawless as only they could be. It was as effortless as water running downhill as they danced, catching the hand she traced his face with to dip his tongue along her pulse and the center of her palm, his eyes dancing when he caught that irregular heartbeat. It was always a stroke to his ego when her heart went skip and jump when he touched her, it didn't matter if they had fucked each other into a coma hours ago, it just took a touch for that fire to spark... People thought she was cold but she was anything else, she was fairy fire, white and blue, just as capable of burning you as any other flame... Resuming the steps she had spun out from him and left him with a gift more precious than sunlight and more valuable than all the gold and gems in the world... Something she had made by hand, something she had put thought and detail into, a representation of her heart... And how many times it had been broken and repaired... The fact that she was giving it to him wasn't lost on him and he slid it over his head, his heart was stalling out and she had taken all his words... All he could say was his pet name for her, his head was heavy with so many emotions, things he had to say but had no tongue for it... But he could show her another way, dipping her so deep she was weightless in his arms, kissing her in such a way everything he wa struggling to say? Came out in touch, all his love and adoration, how he felt about her and always would... Always had... She was his everything, his alpha and his omega, his world began and ended? With her. Only her.



When that kiss ended they were both floating and if she had a sliver of doubt he was sure that had chased it away, righting them both as he held her to his chest, his lips against the crown of her head in a tender kiss. Words spoken and confessed, her own were sweet and stuck in his veins, throbbing through his whole body to remain evermore. When she confessed she had forgotten the date? It wasn't like he blamed her in the slightest. Rather he chuckled and pulled her a bit closer, sliding his hand down to grip her ass cockily before giving it a little smack, pulling back just a bit to steal a kiss. "I still am, just a bit less young and maybe not as tan as I once was, but the rest is pretty much intact. I still can't fathom how or why you told me no so often, did you know that? He said with a laughing smile before he'd take hand in his and begin to lead her out of the dance hall. "Mmm I'm not quite done yet sweetheart... Just a little trip out to get to the main area of it. After that then we'll go to our rooms and sleep like the dead." He said with a smile as he'd lead her out to the waiting rickshaw, no horse as it made too much noise and instead went in somewhat more unique style down to the way out of the castle proper and into the private dock for the royal barges, and in the water? Sat a precious little sailboat he had rented for the evening, the sun was starting to make its way lower and lower in the sky, before the hour would pass nightfall would be upon them in full.



All loaded up she'd see on the bow of the ship was a little picnic, deathshead wine with small finger foods, things that Sydel didn't hate which... Admittedly meant there was only a couple... But it was food she still enjoyed. He'd take over the sailing park, taking them out to deep, deep water as the castle dwindled into little more than a spot behind them. It was around there that she'd begin to hear it, the sudden clap and roar of thunder so frequent it caused the heart to beat out of rythm, a wall of light appearing before them. He'd not draw too close, he was no fool to something like this and he didn't feel like going back smelling like Naut jerky, just close enough for her to see what it was... A wall of angry red and orange lightning snapping off one after the other, a thunderstorm on steroids, no rain to be felt but the burnt ozone was heavy enough to cut. "I noticed when Ace and Rose get together the weather goes absolutely batshit... I know how much you love a good storm and while there is no rain here, there is one hell of a light show..." He made sure she didn't turn around to see anything behind them, the timing wasn't quite right yet though he doubted much could rip her gaze from the storm before them. He took the time to pour her a glass of her wine and pulled her into his side, the two of them watching the insane lighting storm, feeling each deafening blast as they struck.



There they'd stay until night had fully fallen and the stars were out in full force. The sky? Was incredibly bright and clear tonight as he turned the boat around to take them back and once he did? THAT was when the beautiful things really started... On either side of the boat the inky black waters began to fluoresce, turning the most intense shade of electric blue, clinging to the sides of the hull as they cut through the water. He'd gently point it out to her, and as they went along she'd see how when the waves crested? They too glowed that stunning shade of blue, lighting up the sky around them for some distance, fighting back the night with thier own light... And up ahead? The kingdom and castle of Silverthorn backlit by the edge of Arvandor's galaxy, a dazzling array of blues purples and whites, a phenomenon so rarely seen and yet once you saw it? You knew you'd seen true beauty in nature... He'd take his time from there on, lowering the sail and letting the current catch and take them in, pulling her into his arms where they could lounge on the many pillows provided... His chest as her own personal rest as they just watched it all, the neon blue of the oceans surface and the brilliant cluster of stars ahead, and this? THIS was what he was waiting for, this sort of a rare and beautiful night where the world was pushed to the edges and it was just him and her, enjoying the crisp sea air and the rocking waves of the boat.



Boat on the ocean on the way out

picnic and pillows

thunderstorm

Blue fluorescence on the water

Skyline behind Silverthorn

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-he nodded when she mentioned that she knew he had loved Belles for a damn long time, he had.. there was no point denying it or even trying to hide it. he still to this day still felt a lot for that purple pop of colour but it was different now.. more. compartmentalised.. so that he understood it.. -.. mm. no.. I have high doubts that this would cause a rift between us.. and realistically the only way it could or would .. would be if we stopped talking to one another about it.. I want you.. nay.. I need you to tell me if something.. if anything is bothering you.. I dont care how small you might think it is.. or how silly.. I want to know about it.. Were both adults.. misunderstandings will not get in the way of what we have.. I assure you..

-his hand came down to rest atop her own there.. his gaze set primarily upon hers.. the children were mentioned and how they were going to do this.. it was all so sudden and yet it also wasn't.. they really had quite a few months to prepare.. but it would seem it might have been brushed under the rug due to the new romance taking front and centre-.. Ive always loved children.. I practically brought up Jacob on my own..Caela really didn't want to have any hand in it.. It can be hard.. but ..its incredibly rewarding.. and honestly.. even those that most would deem to have the darkest of emptiest of hearts..when around children it all changes.. -his fingers curled around her hand-.. Weve got this.. -he shot her a wink there and that roguish smile appeared-.. and You my beautiful girl will be the best Mother.. cant dispute it.. I just know these things.. -he smiled.. taking a bite of one of those cookies and a small drink of the coffee.. -




Oh yes.. -she nodded having been reminded about those princesses-.. this place is going to get incredibly busy.. I may have sent out a letter.. -she moved along with him.. smooth as silk.. hands drawn in..-.. which will make your new position that little bit easier.. I know that when it gets close to the wire there will be a few left.. possibly three or four.. before Rose naturally takes the Crown.. but.. an olive branch of sorts.. to Gia.. the revelations of what had occurred has made me realise that I need to reconnect with her.. and I feel.. her daughter stepping into the running with No desire to court Aeson will work in your favour.. it will be a courtship bid camouflaging a trade deal..just make sure she gets to the end.. then she will bow out gracefully..

-her fingers reached to glide down the side of his neck.. lightly scraping with the points of her nails before she was spun once again.. the gift was pure and from the heart.. though from what side of her was it procured?.. had it been something she had been working on for some time?.. had she Just got it on this day?.. he had pulled her back in.. though the dance stilled as the two of them shared the deepest and most meaningful kiss that they had ever performed.. it spoke to both of them.. everything that was needed to be said.. was in that one sweet aching action.. he reminded her that this day was the first day they had met..

oh so long ago and it had honestly slipped her mind a bit.. his comment on his inability to understand why she turned him down had her laughing a little-.. You were so incredibly cocky and sure of yourself.. I felt it was about time someone knocked you down a few pegs.. made you work for it.. and hey.. seemed to work out in my favour now didn't it.. -she shot him a wink there.. he guided her out.. they left the ballroom behind them.. the rickshaw was a surprise.. the two of them taking the ride out of the castle.. away from the noise of so many incoming carriages.. the castle would be no doubt almost at capacity soon.. out to the docs they moved.. she removed her shoes when they stepped onto the little private beach.. noticing the boat there.. cushions and blankets.. baskets and bottles.. she gave his hand a light squeeze..waiting for him to settle into position before she would step down into the small vessel..

sinking down atop the cushions as she glanced all around.. curiosity written all over her features.. the sun had set...leaving them with the faint hint of a moon in the distance.. about a million stars and the soft sounds of the waves lapping at the sides of the boat.. the thunder clap startled her a little.. she blinked.. turning around.. before the lightning started.. veritable walls of it.. striking the water.. shots of colourful light as her breath caught in her throat.. her lips parted and those ivory eyes widened-.. Oh Wow..this is.. incredible.. -she tilted her head to the side.. her smile only broadening there upon her face.. she was mesmerised.. he had no concerns with her turning to look behind her.. there was no way she was tearing her eyes away from the show.. she rested comfortably in against his side.. taking the offered glass as she let the weather just consume them both.. he explained about Ace and Rose.. and how the weather shifted-.. Oh.. oh.. right like back in Arvandor..

-she nodded..referring to the night she had asked him for their child-.. it makes sense I guess..she makes him lose control.. his feelings in those moments come out in an angry yet.. utterly breath taking display.. -she took a drink from that glass.. noticing the lightning was settling.. calming.. slowing.. before the boat would be turned around..heading back toward the shore..her lids were closed.. she was just enjoying the company.. the wine.. the atmosphere ..-.. this is perfect.. -she whispered.. tilting her head.. her gaze to look up to him.. before she noticed the shifting colour around them.. the florescence.. she blinked.. -.. what on earth.. -she moved to sit up a little more as she glanced over the side of the boat.. watching as the waves rolled.. how the colours moved with them.. she was utterly enamoured..

she'd always adored colour.. from a very young age.. she was never bland or quiet.. she never sat still or did as she was told.. and this just tugged at every single side of her.. he would guide her to look up at the castle in the distance and her gaze widened once more.. her mouth dropped open before her hand rose to cover it.. -.. Oh my god its beautiful.. -she spoke almost inaudibly as those same soulless eyes of hers began to glisten.. -.. so.. utterly beautiful.. -she whispered.. feeling his arms reaching around her.. drawing her in closer.. his warmth just spreading as she curled in.. she was all but hypnotised by the sight ..she could hear his heart..feel his touch.. everything.. the whole event.. the day from the moment she woke.. till now .. was perfect.. he had spoilt her.. worshipped her even.. she soaked every single bit of it in.. and maybe.. one day down the track she would be able to do the same for him..

he might have felt her growing a little more lax.. she reached up to wipe her hand across her tear stained cheeks.. before that same hand would come down to rest atop his.. the rings they wore.. they chose.. were on display.. close.. touching as she began to fade.. he had a choice then.. to keep her up.. he could have if he really desired it.. but otherwise she would draw closer and closer to her required reverie.. Syn had taken a Lot out of her.. -.. I wish.. -she whispered as her head began to lull forward-.. I wish. -barely audible.. softly spoken.. almost dreamy-.. I wish Id met you first...-her fingers curled around his a little more before she fell silent-

[BadInfluence]

They were talking about all this honestly and that was perhaps one of the biggest strengths in their relationship. From day one? They'd been blunt and honest with one another, no lies or guile, it was just up front and she had loved that. No need for games or playing coy. She wanted him and she told him so, that night she had him and more than a few times too, for an old guy he could fuck away better than those eager puppies for sure. He had stamina AND finesse. Wasn't she a lucky girl? "The only thing that's bothering me right now is that it's been a whole week since we fucked. Seriously, I'm not ok with this like, at all. I get it if you go out to sea I gotta handle myself but you've been here for TWO days. Your old bones starting to catch up to you there grandpa?" She said and he knew she was teasing, it was a game they played, she called him old and he called her an energetic puppy that needed training. It was fun, oh Gods it was SO much fun, and when that play came into the bedroom? Look, she'd never found half as much pleasure with anyone she'd fucked as she did with him, he knew his way around a bedroom and around her own body. Old or not? He certainly trained her and put her in line right fast in the best of ways.

The real thing she wasn't sure about was the whole kid issue coming up sooner than maybe she was ready to handle. Kids from all she had ever seen were pains in the asses, most were spoiled rotten ungrateful little shits and the smaller ones were just crying, pissing and shitting bags of pink skin and gums. Still, Garafin seemed mad about them in his own mature and refined way and it was interesting to hear him talk about it, seeing the smile on his face and the way his eyes lit up... Here, she knew, was a man who had wanted to be a dad but never really got much of a chance. That broke her heart for him on that front and she seriously wished she could meet Caela just to kick her ass BUT... Well whatever. Dust under the rug and all that. "I don't know Rara... I'm ok with hard work but I've not seen much of kids to like you know?" She said with a shrug before he took her hand and she just smiled at him, leaning her head on his shoulder there as she took a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh. "Yeah... Your probably right... But they'll have horrible mouths you know... Beautiful manners but they'd swear you under the table..." She said with a laugh and stole the cookie from him after he had taken a bite, taking a sip of his coffee too before she'd give them back and stand up. "Come on, trade me places, you read to her and I'll take care of you." Once he did? She's stand behind him and start to rub his shoulders and his upper back, along his neck and up into his hair, shooting to remove all that tension he had stored up from the whole issue of Sybelle falling down a bit of stair and things like that.









"Did you now? Is it wrong to say I'm glad that you're moving along those venues?" He didn't have anything agaisnt Gia personally, his whole issue with the woman had always been in regard to the vendetta against Sydel, but now that it was gone? They could get somewhere... Well... Saying that Gia didn't try to kill him for you know... Killing her whole city... "I'll make sure she comes out in the top four, the chance for trade with the drow would be insanely lucrative for both parties, Ace would be a fool to pass that up." Plus as she had said, this was a sort of olive branch, and if Gia was willing to take it? Then he'd be all over it.

They talked and swung in their dance like stars, drawn ever towards each other, weightless and full of light... Laughter and memories shared, touches and kisses, emotions conveyed in a way that words could never replicate... He loved her but he had to ask... Just why she had turned him down so often in their youth? He had other questions too but nothing that could be voiced, things that would reveal themselves down the line if ever at all, and besides that? He was curious. Her answer? Made him grin that crooked one sided smile of his as he shook his head. "I was confident, not cocky darling, there's a difference." He said with a laugh. She wasn't far wrong though, his ego could fill a continent in those days, but lately? Well it had tempered down a good deal, refined and settled, far less... Mmm... Flamboyant? "Though it would definitely seem it did, given you got my heart and soul in your pretty little hands, quite the prize you caught my little cougar." Oh yes he had to tease her just a little bit, there was no way to deny that she was about twenty or more years older than him and he actually preferred it that way, her age was only a number that he on very rare occasion? Liked to tease her about. Once their dance had come to it's completion and the necklace settled about his neck? He lead her out to the rickshaw and down to the castles private dock were a charming little sailboat sat. He'd go down in first so he could held her in herself, keeping the boat nice and steady before she'd settle in among the pillows and blankets with bits of snack food and wine. He had timed it all very specifically, his mind on it all the while he fucked his way through the weaker links among the princess's, planning it all down in detail until it was time to go. The ocean on the way out was as smooth as a mirror's surface, reflecting the beautiful twilight sky as he pulled them out to sea via current and wind, out to the sudden storm of light and sound that shook the bones. He knew she loved a good storm and with Ace being... Well... Ace? It meant he had extreme flares of lightning when he was sexual with Rose, and given the situation before, well well! Why not make perfect advantage of it? "I've only ever seen something like this happen before, not far from my homeland there is a place where the ocean and river meet in such a way that there is an electric current so strong it causes lightning for ten hours of the day." He then went to explain the bit with Ace and she picked up on it right away. "Exactly..." It was a gorgeous display without fault though and they'd watch it through to completion, each strike becoming less frequent, farther away until it had run it's course. He'd turn the boat around then and set it up for the current to take them back in, allowing them time to just cuddle in close, the gentle swaying of the sea was all they needed. It wasn't long after before the bioluminescence would begin on the ocean and her reaction was just as beautiful as it had been during the lightning storm. "They're a type of sea creature, smaller than a hair and they glow at night when they come to the surface to feed, they're very rare..." Happened only once in a decade... Even he had only seen it once or twice in his life. He? Was just as mesmerized as she was, watching it paint the hll an electric blue and the ocean water around them into something that defied words and up ahead? Was the edge of their elvish plain lit up like a thousand glittering stars, backlighting the kingdom of Silverthorn and the mountains around it. This night? Was beautiful by nature and he wanted to take advantage of it, to show her all these new things she didn't know existed, beautiful and rare... Misunderstood... Just like her. "Night like this were made for you my Princess... All I do is show them to you..." He said as he pulled her in close so she was warm and comfortable, just watching the city begin to come into distance at a languid pace, no rush as the tide took it's time. Her words as she began to slip though? Could she have wrecked his heart about anymore? He didn't think so as it just about exploded in his chest, it felt so damned tight but good, so very good... "Me too Princes... Me too..." If she had met him first she wouldn't have suffered nearly as much as she had... She'd have had a chance to raise the children she loved, have a life where she could enjoy the sun on her face, without the fear of a painful past coming to rear it's ugly head... Jacob would really be his son then and his world would be pretty damn close to perfect.

He'd go silent and just hold her as he slept, pulling them into the pier magically so he could step out without waking her in his arms, slipping back into the castle easily and made his way up into their room. He'd set her down to sleep and making sure the room was warded and safe, kept chilly just for her comfort before he'd head out one last time, he had to talk to Ace about a few things that weren't sitting quite right with him... One of them? Was his discovery of the body... One of his aids had been killed and used up till the body looked more like an emancipated slim jim versus the portly fellow he had been in life. What sort of a force could use up a body like that? Or was it a murderer trying to forestall the identification of the body? He'd pulled Thaylan in on this too though he could tell that something was bothering him and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out. He sent Thaylan along instead with a bottle of Deathshead wine and some very potent drugs for Gia as a piece offering, telling Thaylan go to and reunite but to be back in the morning for duties.

Unlike others? He actually knocked on Ace's door, waiting to be granted entrance before he came in, unlike Ryker he didn't delight in barging in on peoples sexcapades. Once he was given entrance though he'd come bearing a couple of scrolls that he laid out on the desk and unrolling them, pointing out a few... Discrepancies... And of course answering any questions he might have had. "Something not right about a few of the princess's here, specifically the one with Grace as her chaperone, her age on paper is in her forties. That's a damn long time for someone who's titled and pretty to not be married. On top of that she doesn't look an day over twenty and for all we age well? That isn't quite right... She was shaking the entire time and last I checked that sort of a run? Wasn't even remotely new for a Princess so she'd have no reason to be trembling like a leaf... And what the hell is Grace doing with her? She's a sun elf who isn't royalty... What kind of strings did she pull to catch tails on an old crush of yours? This whole thing stinks a hell of a lot worse than what happened to come out of her back end earlier... Some people can't hold their curry..."