[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/JZBd50w.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]"Master, I praise you..."
Thighs spread wide against his groin where the woman sat, their skin tones forming a mesh of fluid coated tapestry that reflected the deed. This act. This defilement of nature, where the sins she swallowed were of heavenly semblance while her own flesh was craven host to the unholy. Oh, how good his cock felt where it was enveloped, those undulating muscles wrapped taut and merciless around the circumference, squeezing mercilessly while Pfifer's hips moved in languid rhythm. One of her hands had taken to holding his hip, grasping it firm for leverage like it could anchor her, but the other roamed to Elven features. Digits brushed back his feathered bangs, gentle in their demand to seek hues as blue as her own. Between panting her pleasure towards the pinned male, the Mage continued to mouth words of the message.
If they were to become bound, there was a ritual to initiate the act. Incantations were important in this regard.
"I-I've come here to tame the demands of the flesh..." Lids fluttered while the tension built, that familiar flame alight in her stomach sending desperate pleas to weary muscles. How long had they been at this? Their lust was palpable, drawn in lines across each figure as dotted globes of sweat slithered over their bodies. Bliss had a way of finding the pair, creeping upon their heated discussions and worried whispers to instill a new found sense of longing; theirs was hedonistic in nature, but pure. Unattainable outside this damned union that caused no issue with the outside world, yet found them enemies among all those they once represented. Crime of passion? Hardly. There was no crime in consummating one's vows, regardless how diabolical a certain female on top may have been.
Knees dug into the bed to lower her pale frame, burying his pulsing member as deep as it would go, effectively basing him. Ass spread where her cheeks rested, his hands forcing them apart so his cock was swallowed in tight demanding folds. There, Pfifer quivered as roseate flush covered her visage, lips still parted as the remainder of the hushed devotion was shared inaudibly. Hips bucked forward to plunge him further, ensuring he wouldn't have a chance to get away from those rolling, hungry gyrations capturing his waist. She was so invested in this duality, had Leon thought it possible to contain her passion, she would have resorted to violence; there was no pausing the rites.
"I've come to forget my name. In you, I am whole. In me, you are free."
Between them, malignant currents surged, comprised of endless pleasure. Wave after wave struck their duo, and when her physique made to arch while his followed suit, keeping his manhood clenched in the coiling embrace. Lighted orbs sought his for recognition, as this divinity she offered him was free of shackles and rhetoric. Her Gods were long ago dead, yet they never stopped their tireless toiling, always present in the affairs of man. So when taking Leon, Pfifer wanted every fiber of that quaking shell as sacrifice-- His Gods wouldn't forgive this treachery. She didn't care. Her affections rest solely in strained cries and satisfied groans as the wash of seed coated her insides.
This was only the beginning.
---
Blood stained the ground.
As though a great sea had been parted to release crimson tide, the small town within Stillmore's bastard bergs was a ghost of it's former gloom. Even the rats had been laid to waste. Yet among this filthy scene, a cloaked figure stood tall. Proud in their demeanor, the shielded body shook a gloved set of fingers over the barren patches of earth, further coating their expanse in quickly drying vitae. Blood had a way of saturating not only the landscape, but those in it's presence. Pfifer scoffed quietly at the mess, though mostly seemed unbothered; one did well not to linger over their deeds. Eyes were everywhere in search, and Pfifer's reputation in Telara was quickly becoming inescapable.
Light steps trailed over the carnage while the tails of onyx robes and cloak indiscriminately dragged ruined corpses in their wake. The aura that swallowed her was devious, lashing and licking bruise shaded tendrils of corruption over fallen townsfolk. It had consumed their bodies, their souls, and the leftovers were scraps at best. How hungry it was, gnashing blind maws towards the flayed figures disappointingly. Expectant for more, Pfifer simply ignore the grotesque display, as though that would be enough to encourage it keep it's peace. The miasma would retreat back into it's host with a series of threatening hisses, allowing her to travel uninhibited by such distractions. There was work to do, and it wouldn't do to allow any more stops along the way, even if the demon within was restless and demanding.
Pfifer was the cage-- Her word was law.
The slap echoed through the open air like the crack of a whip. "Where is she?! WHERE, COLE?!" Pfifer cocked back her arm once more to issue a second slap, though this time with as much force as she could muster. The Bahmi staggered back slightly with the blow, confused.
"I don' fuckin' know what you're on about, getting crazy with me!" Coleman Vhaun wasn't the largest Bahmi to ever walk the face of Telara, but he was just as imposing as his clansmen, and still managed to possess a solid foot of height over the blonde Elf. Even so, she was undeterred. Unafraid.
Pfifer Rhodion feared no man, nor God, nor beast of Telaran creation. This was well known, and perhaps, would one day prove her downfall. "This one has NO PATIENCE for your lies! WHERE IS SHE?!"
But soon others from the tavern would make their approach, as Ardent Glade was as populated as any college town, and the woman saw the concern on neighboring faces. Even her palm stung in unison with the crowd as a means to level her head.
"Do you really wanna do this here?" Cole asked softly, his lids narrowing towards the Elf. "Is this really the place for you to be acting out?"
Pfifer hissed her response as she turned to leave, tolerance thin beneath the veil of covered attire. "I will find her, Cole- Do not think you can protect her forever. Any of them. This isn't even your fight!" With foot steps leading her back through the streets, the words muttered by the Bahmi weren't entirely lost.
"Why couldn't I put my cock in something simple?"
---
Leon had been missing for a few days, and in her usual way, she worried. Was he not in some sense hers to worry about? A new reminder of a life chosen in haste; the anxiety of waiting. Be it for him to return to their shared sheets, or for information concerning those she was seeking otherwise. Life was never so kind to Pfifer, and simplicity couldn't hold a candle flame to chaos. At least the hectic nature of things kept her on her toes, if nothing else. Her newest venture was coming along nicely, decorated in muted tones of torch lit brevity. Nothing stood out, and without complication, the blonde caster could feel at ease in the house.
Whether it would be a true home to her, she couldn't say.
Books were strewn across her chamber like fallen soldiers on the battle field, marked and messy. In some cases, forgotten in favor of other tomes. What she sought had yet to become clear, but this sort of obstacle was one she knew all too well. The bane of her experiments was not held in her own abilities, but in those limited details shared by others of cloth and sorcery. If there had been a spell to recite, she would know it by heart-- But searching was tedious. Time consuming. A task only she could be trusted with, as even Leon held ties to an order she had no sway with.
The Inquisition was always looking for new and inventive reasons to free Telara from the clutches of the darkness. Unfortunately for them, such holy light had no place in her future plans. Marking a passage she found slightly more helpful than the rest of the work, her attention shifted back to the stairs, as if hinting she needed to leave once more. The night held countless opportunities for the tortured soul, and while she expected Leon would find her out in the open as he often chose to, it wasn't his presence that drew her from the sanctuary of silent reading.
Again, the demon was restless.
He slept... Finally.
Memories of bloodied kisses and sealing wounds with wandering tongue didn't fade so quickly for Pfifer as she lay with the battered body of her partner. Leon had suffered greatly. Perhaps beyond the injuries of his flesh did one manifest upon his ego. Those he trusted most, a calling he pledged countless years to, betrayed him. Such betrayal was met with swift action on Leon's part, but the woman held at his side expected there was more than wasted years he worried for. Whatever had taken to living within the male's skin now made itself known as drawn filaments of darkened veins. Scarred, damaged, and completely changed.
How she loved him where he slept, dreaming and lost. How she wanted to avenge all the experiences that created this newly marred image of his once godly appearance. Yet in this, she only envied his will; such fight Leon possessed. A desire to keep himself alive, be it selfish reasoning, or for the binding they were now linked by. A forced endeavor, Pfifer wouldn't apologize for her hand in ensuring they were tethered together by ethereal strings like two attached puppets. The show needed entertainers, and the audience would eat them alive should they not have this connection. It was paramount to the fabric of their story together. Perhaps he would come to learn this exact predicament of theirs, especially considering just how reckless his shapely companion could be.
Pfifer brought a hand towards his slumbering profile, delicately working her finger tips against these new defilements to a once familiar form. "But after what you've done, do you expect them to return for you? An order? An army? What have you done to us, Leon..?"
Thighs spread wide against his groin where the woman sat, their skin tones forming a mesh of fluid coated tapestry that reflected the deed. This act. This defilement of nature, where the sins she swallowed were of heavenly semblance while her own flesh was craven host to the unholy. Oh, how good his cock felt where it was enveloped, those undulating muscles wrapped taut and merciless around the circumference, squeezing mercilessly while Pfifer's hips moved in languid rhythm. One of her hands had taken to holding his hip, grasping it firm for leverage like it could anchor her, but the other roamed to Elven features. Digits brushed back his feathered bangs, gentle in their demand to seek hues as blue as her own. Between panting her pleasure towards the pinned male, the Mage continued to mouth words of the message.
If they were to become bound, there was a ritual to initiate the act. Incantations were important in this regard.
"I-I've come here to tame the demands of the flesh..." Lids fluttered while the tension built, that familiar flame alight in her stomach sending desperate pleas to weary muscles. How long had they been at this? Their lust was palpable, drawn in lines across each figure as dotted globes of sweat slithered over their bodies. Bliss had a way of finding the pair, creeping upon their heated discussions and worried whispers to instill a new found sense of longing; theirs was hedonistic in nature, but pure. Unattainable outside this damned union that caused no issue with the outside world, yet found them enemies among all those they once represented. Crime of passion? Hardly. There was no crime in consummating one's vows, regardless how diabolical a certain female on top may have been.
Knees dug into the bed to lower her pale frame, burying his pulsing member as deep as it would go, effectively basing him. Ass spread where her cheeks rested, his hands forcing them apart so his cock was swallowed in tight demanding folds. There, Pfifer quivered as roseate flush covered her visage, lips still parted as the remainder of the hushed devotion was shared inaudibly. Hips bucked forward to plunge him further, ensuring he wouldn't have a chance to get away from those rolling, hungry gyrations capturing his waist. She was so invested in this duality, had Leon thought it possible to contain her passion, she would have resorted to violence; there was no pausing the rites.
"I've come to forget my name. In you, I am whole. In me, you are free."
Between them, malignant currents surged, comprised of endless pleasure. Wave after wave struck their duo, and when her physique made to arch while his followed suit, keeping his manhood clenched in the coiling embrace. Lighted orbs sought his for recognition, as this divinity she offered him was free of shackles and rhetoric. Her Gods were long ago dead, yet they never stopped their tireless toiling, always present in the affairs of man. So when taking Leon, Pfifer wanted every fiber of that quaking shell as sacrifice-- His Gods wouldn't forgive this treachery. She didn't care. Her affections rest solely in strained cries and satisfied groans as the wash of seed coated her insides.
This was only the beginning.
---
Blood stained the ground.
As though a great sea had been parted to release crimson tide, the small town within Stillmore's bastard bergs was a ghost of it's former gloom. Even the rats had been laid to waste. Yet among this filthy scene, a cloaked figure stood tall. Proud in their demeanor, the shielded body shook a gloved set of fingers over the barren patches of earth, further coating their expanse in quickly drying vitae. Blood had a way of saturating not only the landscape, but those in it's presence. Pfifer scoffed quietly at the mess, though mostly seemed unbothered; one did well not to linger over their deeds. Eyes were everywhere in search, and Pfifer's reputation in Telara was quickly becoming inescapable.
Light steps trailed over the carnage while the tails of onyx robes and cloak indiscriminately dragged ruined corpses in their wake. The aura that swallowed her was devious, lashing and licking bruise shaded tendrils of corruption over fallen townsfolk. It had consumed their bodies, their souls, and the leftovers were scraps at best. How hungry it was, gnashing blind maws towards the flayed figures disappointingly. Expectant for more, Pfifer simply ignore the grotesque display, as though that would be enough to encourage it keep it's peace. The miasma would retreat back into it's host with a series of threatening hisses, allowing her to travel uninhibited by such distractions. There was work to do, and it wouldn't do to allow any more stops along the way, even if the demon within was restless and demanding.
Pfifer was the cage-- Her word was law.
---
The slap echoed through the open air like the crack of a whip. "Where is she?! WHERE, COLE?!" Pfifer cocked back her arm once more to issue a second slap, though this time with as much force as she could muster. The Bahmi staggered back slightly with the blow, confused.
"I don' fuckin' know what you're on about, getting crazy with me!" Coleman Vhaun wasn't the largest Bahmi to ever walk the face of Telara, but he was just as imposing as his clansmen, and still managed to possess a solid foot of height over the blonde Elf. Even so, she was undeterred. Unafraid.
Pfifer Rhodion feared no man, nor God, nor beast of Telaran creation. This was well known, and perhaps, would one day prove her downfall. "This one has NO PATIENCE for your lies! WHERE IS SHE?!"
But soon others from the tavern would make their approach, as Ardent Glade was as populated as any college town, and the woman saw the concern on neighboring faces. Even her palm stung in unison with the crowd as a means to level her head.
"Do you really wanna do this here?" Cole asked softly, his lids narrowing towards the Elf. "Is this really the place for you to be acting out?"
Pfifer hissed her response as she turned to leave, tolerance thin beneath the veil of covered attire. "I will find her, Cole- Do not think you can protect her forever. Any of them. This isn't even your fight!" With foot steps leading her back through the streets, the words muttered by the Bahmi weren't entirely lost.
"Why couldn't I put my cock in something simple?"
---
Leon had been missing for a few days, and in her usual way, she worried. Was he not in some sense hers to worry about? A new reminder of a life chosen in haste; the anxiety of waiting. Be it for him to return to their shared sheets, or for information concerning those she was seeking otherwise. Life was never so kind to Pfifer, and simplicity couldn't hold a candle flame to chaos. At least the hectic nature of things kept her on her toes, if nothing else. Her newest venture was coming along nicely, decorated in muted tones of torch lit brevity. Nothing stood out, and without complication, the blonde caster could feel at ease in the house.
Whether it would be a true home to her, she couldn't say.
Books were strewn across her chamber like fallen soldiers on the battle field, marked and messy. In some cases, forgotten in favor of other tomes. What she sought had yet to become clear, but this sort of obstacle was one she knew all too well. The bane of her experiments was not held in her own abilities, but in those limited details shared by others of cloth and sorcery. If there had been a spell to recite, she would know it by heart-- But searching was tedious. Time consuming. A task only she could be trusted with, as even Leon held ties to an order she had no sway with.
The Inquisition was always looking for new and inventive reasons to free Telara from the clutches of the darkness. Unfortunately for them, such holy light had no place in her future plans. Marking a passage she found slightly more helpful than the rest of the work, her attention shifted back to the stairs, as if hinting she needed to leave once more. The night held countless opportunities for the tortured soul, and while she expected Leon would find her out in the open as he often chose to, it wasn't his presence that drew her from the sanctuary of silent reading.
Again, the demon was restless.
---
He slept... Finally.
Memories of bloodied kisses and sealing wounds with wandering tongue didn't fade so quickly for Pfifer as she lay with the battered body of her partner. Leon had suffered greatly. Perhaps beyond the injuries of his flesh did one manifest upon his ego. Those he trusted most, a calling he pledged countless years to, betrayed him. Such betrayal was met with swift action on Leon's part, but the woman held at his side expected there was more than wasted years he worried for. Whatever had taken to living within the male's skin now made itself known as drawn filaments of darkened veins. Scarred, damaged, and completely changed.
How she loved him where he slept, dreaming and lost. How she wanted to avenge all the experiences that created this newly marred image of his once godly appearance. Yet in this, she only envied his will; such fight Leon possessed. A desire to keep himself alive, be it selfish reasoning, or for the binding they were now linked by. A forced endeavor, Pfifer wouldn't apologize for her hand in ensuring they were tethered together by ethereal strings like two attached puppets. The show needed entertainers, and the audience would eat them alive should they not have this connection. It was paramount to the fabric of their story together. Perhaps he would come to learn this exact predicament of theirs, especially considering just how reckless his shapely companion could be.
Pfifer brought a hand towards his slumbering profile, delicately working her finger tips against these new defilements to a once familiar form. "But after what you've done, do you expect them to return for you? An order? An army? What have you done to us, Leon..?"
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