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Ruskov
Hell Chapter 15: Ruskov Roleplay by onichan01 and Otaku1811
Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Jul 17, 2012, 10:50pm
Five decades prior, in the Northern Kingdom of Ruskov...
“Ivan! Ivan, are you still in here? Come and stoke the fire, I'm dying of cold over here.” The elder demon grumbled and growled. The windows directly behind his desk that overlooked the courtyard were drafty and there was a stronger bite to the cold this year. Verik rubbed his chilled hands together and scowled down at the letters again. At over two thousand years old, he was far too old for these hard winters. His joints ached and his fingers lost their agility. Muttering to himself, he discarded the current letter he was reading. It was a low house, one that was not known for the beauty of their slaves, although they were good workers. However, the king was more interested in their holes and not their housekeeping. A sealed letter caught his eye as he was reaching for the next petition and a chill ran up his spine when he saw the crest pressed into the red wax.
“...Damn.” Verik hissed, his eyes narrowing as he picked up the envelope and tore it open. He quickly scanned the document, his stomach dropping further as he read. “Damn, damn! That bastard Aadesh is coming here! Why the hell is that snake slithering over, he should stay in the damn desert!” Growling, Verik crumpled the letter and threw it across the room. He usually tried to stay out of the court politics, but even he could not approve of his king consorting with the naga. The man had a cruel reputation and he ran his city like it was something that existed for his amusement. He cared nothing for his people and even less for the slaves. The desert king was also a glutton, always trying to find ways to get more of everything; power, wealth, concubines, armies...He was also very manipulative and there was just something about him that the elder demon had never liked. Verik's king was not a smart man and he feared that he might be swayed by that snake's silver tongue.
“Ivan!” Verik roared now for his apprentice. Well, it appeared the naga would be coming in two months’ time. That meant he had to arrange the preparations, since the king would surely do nothing himself. That meant increasing the amount of game to be brought in, gathering the winter crops, seeing what was in the keep's stores that could please a foreigner's exotic tastes and, most importantly, some fresh slaves to entertain with. That meant he would have to go through these letters and write replies much more quickly. He was going to need the help of his apprentice for this. “Ivan!” Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Jul 18, 2012, 12:01am Ivan scratched his long, webbed ear as his dark blue compound eyes scanned over a page in a thick, well-aged spellbook he'd been studying for several decades. He sat at one of the long wooden library desks near the back of the room in a corner where most of the walls were covered by tall shelves and thousands of books on various subjects. The window beside him filtered in a soft yellow light from the tone of the glass panels, giving the room a dim atmosphere. It was dusty and chilly as well, but when the ruskovin was focused on a task, little could distract him. He reached for his quill pen, dipping it in a well of ink to take notes as he read through a book on object incantations. He was particularly fond of experimenting with enchanting inanimate things to use for various purposes and had often employed whatever he learned for practical, everyday uses. His favorite by far was the enchanted broom he had created that swept his floors for him without any of his father's servants having to lift a finger in that area.
When Verik started to call for him the first time, the demon tuned it out and continued to write out words for a new spell he had brewing in his mind. He wanted to enchant the ink and quill so that it would transcribe messages merely by thought, or at the very least, command by voice. He grinned, imagining all the things he could accomplish if such a thing was possible and how much of Verik's paperwork he could breeze through, freeing his hands up to do other things. However, the old ruskovin's voice became even more agitated by the fourth yell and Ivan sighed, pausing in his work to get up and see to his teacher's needs. He stood nearly eight feet tall and his skin was crimson red like the blood flowing in his veins. Ivan was a strong and proud youth and it showed in his stride as he made his way to the coal heater to stoke the flames back to life, adding some new coal to the grey, charred heap. He slid a clawed hand back to push his dark blue hair away from his face as he knelt by the smoldering embers, soaking up the radiating warmth for a moment. "Is everything okay, teacher?" He asked as he stood back up and approached the old-timer's desk, noticing the rather large stacks of paper work. "More slave petition letters, hm? I can help with those... once I figure out how to get the quill and ink to write for me." He grinned, knowing Verik would not accept that as a substitute for actually helping him out.
He noticed that his teacher was looking more stressed out than usual and he sighed, wondering what news he had unfurled. "It's something else, isn't it? I'm willing to stay late to help you. It'd at least give me an excuse not to go home to my fiancé. She's a pain in the tail, though don't tell her I said that..." He quickly corrected, knowing it wasn't proper to speak of Relena in such a negative way. His father had arranged for him to marry her, since she was a cousin to the king it would tie them to the royal family by blood. However, the two of them were polar opposites and Ivan couldn't possibly be any less interested in the screeching, hormonal bitch. He'd much rather settle down with a sweet breeder slave of his own choosing, something soft in all the right places yet with a nice stiff cock to boot. His father had many of his own slaves, but Ivan had held back, waiting for the day the perfect one showed up all dressed in white, innocent and pure. Until then, he'd simply be bound to Relena and continue his private trysts with a few of his father's house slaves that had already been broken in and were free to use. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Jul 18, 2012, 12:56am “Dammit boy, when I call you, then you had better come at once!” Verik snapped, glowering up at Ivan. Despite how grown the youth was, Verik still saw him as the child he had taken under his wing years and years ago. Ivan had proven to be a bright and inventive student, which was good and bad in equal measure. He had an imagination that often led to trouble. Verik flicked a claw in the direction of the crumpled up letter he had thrown. “Go fetch that paper and read it. You'll see what the problem is.”
While his student did that, Verik rose to his feet and lumbered over to the window. He had once been as proud a youth as Ivan, standing tall and strong, with a warrior's body and a handsome face that had turned heads. Every male in Ruskov was required to learn arms and he had specialized in using clubs. Now, although he was still fairly strong, age and time had taken its toll, withering him. He didn't stand as straight anymore, his muscles had softened. Some into fat, especially around his middle. His face was covered in wrinkles; lines that seemed to get deeper each year and his hair had lost its golden luster. His mind, however, was sharper than it had ever been. He was a master of languages, a practitioner of alchemy, a skilled mage. Even the high mage, Ivan's father, did not grasp the art as well as he did. Still, scholars had never and likely would never hold a high place in his king's court. Even his apprentice was forced to hone his craft in battle magic first and take in whatever Verik could teach him with the high mage's permission. It always wore his nerves when he had to sneak his own student his lessons.
“Well, did you see what the letter said?” Verik asked, turning from staring out the dull yellow glass of the window to face Ivan. “That vile snake is coming here, likely to try and win resources from the king. He's caught up in that war and now he's going to drag us into it.” Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Jul 18, 2012, 2:23pm
Ivan's lips slowly curled into a frown as he read the letter. The last thing he wanted was to be dragged into a war and have to put all of that combat training to use. He didn't enjoy fighting at all and would much rather spend his time with Verik and a mountain of books. "You're right, this is bad news indeed. I haven't perfected my fire staff yet, I was hoping to get it to shoot a steady stream of flame instead of mere fireballs." He groaned, thinking about a magic staff he had been working on for just such an occasion. War was the only time he could ever truly use the thing, and as much as he preferred working his magics on things that helped demons rather than slay them, he'd have no choice if the king summoned everyone to fight Aadesh's wars. "I guess we have to prepare for his arrival and pray that he doesn't convince our king to get involved in whatever he's scheming. I haven't even heard a single good thing about that six armed snake, to be honest. I wouldn't be surprised if he got aid from Ruskov only to turn on us later when it becomes convenient for him to do so." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Jul 18, 2012, 2:38pm “When has prayer helped anything?” Verik muttered, crossing his arms over his broad chest. The Ruskovin were a warrior people, but he was so tired of the fighting. He was ready for some peace, despite his heritage. Perhaps that was another effect of aging. Sighing, he scratched absently at his beard and looked back to his apprentice.
“We have to fill up our stores before he arrives; I'll leave that to you. Increase the amount of game being brought in and go out to the farms to gather the surplus of the winter crops. They farmers won't like it, but they'll obey. I'll draft a royal document for you just in case and arrange armed escort. Perhaps I can work something out for them, allow them to keep more of the summer harvest as recompense. I'll remain here and sort through the petitions as quickly as I can. We'll need to have fresh slaves if we're to host King Aadesh. Oh, you should probably inform Prince Drogan of his coming. I'll take care of the king...”
The horn sounding at the gate distracted him and he turned to look out the window once more. He undid the latch and pushed it open to peer into the courtyard. What he saw brought forth another round of curses from him. “Damn! I forgot Lord Grendel and his army were coming here. Just perfect, more bodies to worry about while we're busy preparing. Well, I better go see if our king is up to greeting him...I'll probably end up doing it myself. Well, you have your tasks, Ivan. You are dismissed for the rest of the day to go get started on them.” Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Jul 18, 2012, 3:02pm
"This is going to be a long day, I think. Eh, keeps me busy so I don't have to see Relena. She can have fun at home sewing the holes in my britches for all I care." He snorted, clearly not hiding his disdain for his fiancé. "I'll go and talk to the prince first, that should give you time to prepare that document and summon the bodyguards for when I go off to visit the farms. Try not to pull your hair out over all this." Ivan grinned, trying to take everything calmly, like water rolling off a duck's back.
The tall demon then hastily made his way out of the castle library, meandering down long stone corridors and vast halls as he navigated through the palace. The entire building was built like a fortress, hard and firm in the face of war. The inner chambers were nearly impenetrable and the outer walls were well over a hundred feet tall. They had nooks in the bricks for archers and cannons. The castle door was made of thick, hard wood and solid iron panels, and it took ten men just to open or close it. Their King and rulers before him made certain that in these uncertain times of war, their lives and the nobles that ruled over the country would be protected from all harm. In extreme cases they would even allow for the wealthy merchants and well-to-do townsfolk to seek refuge within the high walls. Peasants and farmers would be defended by the Ruskovin armies, but there was no room to keep them all safe in the palace grounds.
Ivan sighed when he finally arrived at Prince Drogan's chamber, knocking hard against the tall door and waiting patiently. "My Prince, I come baring news." He called out, hoping the Prince was there, otherwise he could be anywhere and Ivan would have to do a lot more walking, or climbing stairs. There were plenty of spiraling staircases leading to the second and third stories of the castle, and thousands of rooms. Ivan's tail swayed lazily behind him then as he waited, rubbing his arms from the chill of the hallway. It was lined with tiny windows with blue glass pains and torches between each one for light. In the cold winter season the windows were all kept tightly shut, but that didn't seem to help keep in the warmth in such a vast space. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Jul 18, 2012, 9:53pm “Oooh, my prince! Aaah!” Drogan smiled with satisfaction as the breeder under him whimpered and trembled, his ocher skin flushed with pleasure while the prince drove his piece between those silky thighs. His thrusts grew short and quick as he drew closer to his own peak until he finally threw his head back with a moan and spilled his seed in the slave, his hips snapping forward erratically with every twitch and spurt of thick come that came from his cock. He grinned again, sweat beading his teal skin and making it glisten under the dim light cast by the candles burning in their brass holders. He sighed as he pulled out of the slave, leaving behind a mess as everything he had spent came rushing back out of the breeder's twitching, gaping hole. He glanced around the room where two more slaves were spent on his bed, sleeping in various positions on the massive piece of furniture. Each had holes equally abused by his thick cock and he could see the stretched openings still dripping with their commingled fluids. It was enough to make a male's blood run hot again.
“Hmm...perhaps I need to call another slave.” He mused while he pulled back the length of his bright orange hair, disliking the way locks of it were sticking to his face. He slipped off the bed and poured the water from a pitcher into the washbasin and soaked a cloth in it so he could wipe himself down when a knock sounded at the door. He paused in his task and looked over, his red faceted eyes narrowing. “Now who's that...?”
The prince headed to the door, his feet tipped by blue claws clicking on the bare stone. He shivered as the cold traveled up his feet and began to work its way in now that his 'exercise' was done. He threw open the door and raised an eyebrow when he saw Ivan standing there, then smiled.
“Ivan, what brings you here? You don't usually escape the library until sunset. Has the old man finally passed on?” Drogan smirked, crossing his arms over his thick chest. The male was a refined version of his father; large and heavily muscled with teal skin and a mane of bright, flaming orange. Large horns twisted up from his forehead and smaller ones decorated his brow. He had been lucky enough to inherit more of his mother's looks, however; a blue breeder slave that was renowned for his beauty. That half had softened his father's brutish appearance into something handsome instead of intimidating. Not that the prince wasn't a man to be feared; he was one of the most skilled warriors in the country and had a long string of victories behind him. The other source of intimidation rested between his legs, long and thick even in its softened state and currently dripping the results of his conquest on the floor. “I was just considering ordering another slave to my rooms, but if you're here, perhaps I can summon a few more if you're joining me.” Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Jul 18, 2012, 10:18pm
When the door opened to reveal a nude Prince Drogan, Ivan's lips curled into a huge grin that spread from ear to pointed ear. He could see the fluids glistening on his flaccid cock and he knew his prince had been in the midst of fucking before he had arrived. "My Prince! Ah, if only, but no, Verik is still alive and kicking and unfortunately I have come with some urgent news. However, if I had the time I would love to pick out a few slaves and join in the festivities. It is very cold in this castle after all, and a nice warm breeder warms the bed quite well, ey?" He laughed, glancing behind Drogan to the breeder's panting on his bed. He subconsciously licked his lips before turning his gaze back to the Prince. "I see you've been at it for a while already. They look all used up, you dog you." He playfully slapped the side of Drogan's arm and winked at him.
The two demons had known each other all their lives. Since his father was the King's arch mage and loyal adviser, Ivan grew up in the palace as he was groomed to be a court mage. It was no wonder he and Prince Drogan got along so well since they had played together as boys, fought together on many a battlefield, and have even shared slaves in the bed. They were like brothers, inseparable and alike in many ways. Old man Verik was like their grandfather too, teaching them many useful things and giving them guidance and advice where he could. They each felt a sense of loyalty to the old demon, even if they jested about his age or sometimes grumbled that he was giving them too much to do. "Verik received a letter that King Aadesh of Gehenna is on his way here... He sent me to inform you since we need to make preparations for his arrival. I have to visit the farmers and gather up food stores for Aadesh and his men. I'm going to be quite busy with that task, who knows how long it will take. I have two months to gather all I can from the villagers before Aadesh arrives. There will be many angry farmers I fear, but Verik is already making plans to compensate them. I am surprised that snake is going to travel this far north in the dead of winter. It doesn't bode well and Verik is on edge about it." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Jul 19, 2012, 9:07pm
“Aadesh? Why would he come all the way over here?” Drogan frowned, momentarily forgetting his unkempt state. Despite being the offspring of a slave, he was still the king's named heir. It was only because the queen had died in childbirth and the child had not lasted long either and the king had never remarried. As such, he found himself drawn into the court politics quite often. Mostly because his own father could not be bothered with it and the people needed someone to look up to as leader. However, his father never failed to remind him just what he was just as often...
“Why don't you come in, we can talk while I clean up.” The prince spoke, his voice adopting that serious tone he took when he was handling court issues. He went to the basin again and picked up the wet cloth, scrubbing himself down brusquely. “He's going to be here in two months...He must have left before the letter arrived. There's no way he could make it from Gehenna to here in such a short time. Especially with the journey they'll have to make once they reach land. I imagine he's looking for aid again. He petitioned father once, but father turned him down...I suppose he changed his mind once Aadesh started sending gifts. He trying to buy him.”
Drogan snorted as he thought about the riches that had been pouring in from the desert nation; gold, jewelry, silk, exotic spices and foods, slaves...The slaves he had felt quite sorry for; they had not lasted long under his father's rough use. The pale beauties had been far too delicate and unable to handle the rigors of servicing a pure Ruskovin male. They had also not been able to perform the domestic functions that were required of slaves and the king had quickly discarded them to the barracks. As far as Drogan knew, none were still living.
“This is bad. If he ropes father into aiding him, we'll be shorted on supplies. The winter is looking to be a harsh one and we have little to spare.” Drogan muttered, “Not to mention there's something about that snake I just don't trust. Have you informed my father of this already or is Verik doing it?” Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Jul 19, 2012, 9:39pm
Ivan entered the room, flashing a charming but brief smile at the breeders as they curled up with the sheets, glowing in the aftermath of making love with the prince. The mage found a seat on one of Drogan's comfortable loveseats, turning his attention back to the demon as he cleaned up and took on a more serious expression. "Verik is going to handle talking with your father, so don't worry about that. It would be nice if he could also make your father see what we see in Aadesh and give him sense enough to be cautious around the naga. He's not to be trusted and I know that snake is a war mongrel. Before the Celestials ever attacked he was waging civil wars all over his lands, trying expand his kingdom for more sand. Such a waste of life, if you ask me. We don't need any more wars here in Ruskov, we need peace. Our farmers will riot if they have to expend any more of their food stores than necessary, and at this time of the year it's foolish to go to war during the winter." Ivan knew food was precious, and even during winters where many were prepared, there was always a chance of famine when spring was late to come and the earth was still too frozen to plant any crops. "It wouldn't even be our battle to fight. The Celestials are a threat to everyone, yes, but how often do you see those birds here? I think it's too cold for them." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Jul 21, 2012, 5:41pm
“The point could be made that if they ever managed to conquer the west, very little would keep them from turning their attention here.” Drogan pointed out flatly. He sighed as he tossed the soiled cloth back into the basin and headed to the wardrobe to find clothes. “That snake and my father are too much alike, with the exception that my father might be less...clever.” He sighed as he pulled out a pair of pants and started pulling them on.
“There's more to prepare for than just how we're going to feed and accommodate this 'guest'.” He murmured as he finished dressing. He frowned, his hands pausing in the task of closing the clasp of his cloak. He never thought Aadesh would come here and as long as the snake stayed in his homeland, the threat of the celestial war was something far away. However, now that he was coming here...
“Well, I suppose there's one upside to that snake coming here.” He smiled as he turned back to face Ivan. “We'll be getting fresh slaves. Between my father, me and the rest of the keep, the current ones are starting to loosen up.” Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Jul 22, 2012, 11:43pm
22 months earlier…
Trishka’s heart pounded anxiously in his chest and he could feel the palms of his hands grow sweaty from his nervousness as he gripped the satin bustle of his dress tightly. He entered his new Master’s bed chamber for the very first time, wearing his finest white gown with lace ruffles and delicate pearls sewn into flower shapes all along the fitted bodice. Half of his face was concealed by a sheer, lacy veil and his long teal colored hair was adorned with white ribbons and woven into thick braids. His black, curled horns were also covered in decorative bows and strings of pearls. The breeder could feel his cheeks grow purple against his dark teal colored skin as the Ruskovin lord named Deacon beckoned him to come closer toward the large, luxurious looking bed. The demon was wealthy and when presented to him, he picked Trishka out of several breeders being offered. He had said that he was enamored with Trishka’s eyes. They were a pale aqua blue with swirls of deeper cool shades like a ripple in water. He was also very tall and had a sturdy build and nice wide hips, good for birthing many strong sons. However, Lord Deacon was rumored for having very particular tastes in slaves, which made the breeder all the more anxious.
Trishka had waited his entire life for this day to come and he hoped his Master would be good to him and love him. He wanted lots of children and a comfortable life, always yearning to have a home he could settle into; a place he could belong. He didn’t mind cooking, cleaning, or taking care of little ones. He certainly wouldn’t mind pampering his lord in the bed, although the thought of sex made him terribly nervous. He didn’t know much about it aside from the bare basics, and he had heard that it would be painful the first time and that Ruskovin men were quite well-endowed. He too had a large piece between his legs, draped heavily over his sac. When he was hard it was nearly half the length of his thigh and it was so thick around his hand could barely wrap around it. He hoped his Master would approve and find him pleasing once he saw him nude for the first time. Soon the elaborate dress came off at the demon lord’s command and the veil fell to the floor along with it. Trishka stood stiffly, feeling vulnerable and even a bit scared as he hunched slightly and tried to cover himself with his hands in vain. All his life he was trained to stay covered and not even show the soft mane of teal fur traveling from the back of his neck all the way to the base of his tail. His cock hung thick and long between his legs and his hands could do little to shield it even in its flaccid state. His lips were large and full, a bit wide and close to his small, slightly downturned nose. The demon lord’s mouth started to curl into a frown and he walked over to Trishka to grab his wrists and roughly tug his arms away so he could see all of him. His slight dismay soon turned to outright disgust and he shoved the breeder away in disapproval. “I paid for this?!” He roared, causing Trishka to back away towards the door, nearly tripping over his dress as he went trembling and frightened. “You are hideous and deformed! No breeder should have a cock as large as a Master’s! And that face… Your eyes were deceptive. I will tear that Kolvitz limb from limb for selling me such an ugly slave! You are a beast unworthy of my seed.” The demon’s tone was cruel and sharp as he stomped over to Trishka and snagged his arm in a bruising grip, spinning him around and opening the tall doors to shove him out and drag him down the corridor. “I want you out of my home. You belong in the barracks with the other filth, slut.”
“M-Master, please don’t do this! I’m pure, I’ve never had sex! I am no slut Master, I swear!” Trishka cried upon deaf ears, pleading for the demon not to turn him away and give him to the soldiers to rape and abuse as they pleased. The breeder had been so shocked in that moment that everything became a blur as the demon lord tugged him along out of the estate naked as the day he was born. Tears streamed from his eyes and he wondered if he had been having a nightmare. Surely he hadn’t been sold to a Master that rejected him solely based on his looks! It seemed so ludicrous and his chest heaved with his sobs. When they made it outside, the air was frigid and chilled causing the breeder’s skin to get goosebumps. Snow covered the ground and he looked on in bewilderment. He couldn’t stay out in the snow naked; he’d surely freeze to death. The minutes began to feel like hours then as the coldhearted demon lord shoved Trishka into a carriage and spoke brusquely to the driver. “You are to take this slave to Lord Grendel’s fort and tell him this is a gift from me for his troops. The men are likely weary from all the fighting they’ve been doing against King Mardin’s men and I’m sure they don’t get many virgin holes to plunder. I don’t need a homely looking slave in my presence. Now be off!”
Trishka could hear the snapping of whips and the horses crying out as they sped off. He curled up into a ball on the carriage floor still sobbing his heart out. Never in a thousand years would he have imagined things turning out so horribly. He knew it was only about to get worse when he arrived at the fort like a piece of fresh meat for the sex starved troops. They would probably fight amongst themselves for the chance to be the first to break the slave’s innocence.
What happened that day was even worse than Trishka had feared when he had finally been carted off to his new home. A group of soldiers had already grabbed him and forced him down onto a cot, and after a good brawl the victor took his turn fist, roughly pushing himself into Trishka’s breeding hole and tearing away the last remnant of his dignity and purity. The sheets grew red with his blood and he clawed at the demon’s chest, struggling in vain to get the brute off of him. Trishka screamed in agony until another demon shoved a hard cock deep into his mouth and against his throat, making him gag and nearly vomit. The breeder lost count of how many demons fucked him on that first day. They had abused every hole he had until he was bloody and raw. The edges of his mouth were cracked and sore; his breeding hole was torn and tender as was his rear. Everything hurt and his body was covered in cuts and bruises from being smacked around and roughed up. He was sullied, never again to be anyone’s slave in society. Trishka had been discarded by his Master like a piece of trash and as the days turned to weeks he found himself wondering how long he would survive it. Over a year had passed and Trishka was bent over on all fours with a large sponge in hand, scrubbing the floors and feeling his knees protest. His stomach was swollen with a child, and he could feel it kicking inside of him. It was a strong baby, and although Trishka didn’t know which demon was the father, the infant in him was innocent and he feared the day he would birth it only to have the baby be taken away and left to die somewhere. Tears began to well in his eyes once more and he reached down to touch his belly, feeling the life within. It wasn’t long now, only two more months and his baby would be born. “This is no life for you, my child…” He mumbled softly as he dipped the sponge back into the bucket of soapy water and went back to work. “Trishka!” A voice called out as another breeder came running down the hall towards his dear friend. “Did you hear? Lord Grendel is having all of his men go to King Varus’s castle. We are ordered to help pack up the supplies and load the carriages. We’ll be staying on the castle grounds; maybe we’ll be safer there. I’m tired of having to wake up and hear battle cries at our doorstep, you know? Come, come! We must hurry!” Trishka was a little relieved by that news, knowing that castle walls were far safer than the walls of the fort in times of war. There had been several sieges since Trishka had become a barrack wife at Grendel’s Fort, and a few of King Mardin’s men had even breached the walls, killing dozens of men before they were stopped. Trishka remembered how he and a few other slaves were forced to pick through the bodies, clean up the bloody mess, and strip the dead men of their gear and clothing to wash and repair. It had nearly made him wretch at the terrible sight, but somehow he got through it.
Another two weeks had passed and finally Grendel’s men were settled in King Varus’s Keep. It was a large layout of tall stone buildings on raised terraces within the inner walls of the castle grounds, and around them were many trees. Trishka had been outside chopping wood to feed the fires and keep the troops warm, though it had become a difficult labor with his enormous belly. His feet ached and his back protested with every stroke of the axe. Not to mention it was bitter cold and even the thick layers of his red and cream colored work dress could not entirely protect him from the harsh elements. His hair had been cut short as well, since it had become too difficult to care for it any longer when he was constantly being put to work or forced to fuck whichever soldiers were craving a hole to shove into. There were a few that still wanted him even though he was pregnant and he always feared they might make him go into labor prematurely with their rough handling, but so far he had been lucky. He sighed, wiping his brow with a calloused hand as he stared off towards the castle. “No rest for me…” He said softly, his warm breath turning into vapor as he raised the axe again despite the ache in his arms and elsewhere. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Jul 23, 2012, 12:38am
Verik growled to himself as he stomped across the courtyard to the barracks, not looking forward to his meeting with Grendel. The man was almost as bad as the king himself in temperament and personality. It was little wonder they got along so well. As he drew closer, he could hear a strange whimpering that soon escalated into sharp cries and he sighed once he realized what it was.
“Of course...” He muttered when he rounded the corner and saw the visiting Lord with one of the castle slaves bent over a bench with his skirt hiked up around his waist. It looked like the poor thing had been doing laundry when he was accosted by Grendel and his cock, which he could see roughly plowing into the slave's breeding hole. Blood, among other things, was running down the slave's thigh and the old scholar grimaced. It was little wonder that this castle had such a reputation for burning through its slaves quickly and he feared for the little one, who was rather new. If he was broken too quickly, he would soon be tossed into the barracks for the soldiers. Gritting his teeth, Verik stepped forward and put on his most conciliatory face.
“Lord Grendel, welcome! The king will be most pleased to see that you have arrived in good health.” He spoke, his voice carrying despite how deep and rough it was. The younger male looked towards him and smiled toothily, revealing a mouth full of fangs. Some Ruskovin warriors had gotten into the habit of filing their teeth into sharp points to make themselves look fiercer. Personally, Verik found it abhorrent, but he didn't allow his face to show it. “I see you're already taking advantage of the castle comforts...”
“Indeed, very little can compare with our king's hospitality.” The black-skinned warrior threw his head back and laughed, never pausing his rough thrusting into the poor slave. The breeder was crying into the bench now, his veil soaked with tears. Verik's lips pressed into a thin line and he took a moment to calm himself before speaking again.
“Well, you're more than welcome to partake of what you wish. I shall inform the king you have arrived after I see to the comfort of your men in our barracks. When you are finished here, please make yourself comfortable in the Great Hall.” Grendel nodded and turned his attention back to the slave, snapping his hips faster and eliciting louder cries of pain from the slave. It seemed to please the lord, whose smile widened while he reached down and fisted his mailed hand in the slave's long hair, yanking brutally on the locks. Verik finally had to turn away then and he headed off as quickly as he could, no longer able to stomach listening to the slave's abuse.
The barracks themselves were little better; the men had already made themselves comfortable and a few were tormenting the barrack wives that had traveled with the company. There was one pinned against the wall, being fisted by a pair of laughing soldiers for sport, trying to see how wide they could stretch the breeder, who bore the abuse silently. Another was being raped by several men at once, forced to lay back on the filthy ground with cocks in any hole that was open, even his hands were full. Verik's stomach rolled and he turned away. He couldn't deal with this now; he would deal with these men later. It looked like they were plenty occupied anyway.
He walked towards the gardens, intending to find a quiet moment. However, as he rounded the corner, the sound of wood being chopped caught his attention. It was something ordinary, but he found himself looking anyway. The moment he did he felt the breath leave his lungs as if he had been struck and he stopped dead in his tracks. His old eyes seemed to see with a clarity he had never had before as he took in the sight of skin that was as green as the pines and hair that was a delicate shade of teal that reminded him of sea foam. His gaze swept down the breeder's backside, tracing every curve of his full, firm figure. Such hips, such height, and that lovely tail with its delicate fur swaying so daintily...Verik found himself drawn forward. His feet seemed to move all on their own and he had nearly reached the slave when the strange breeder turned. He froze then, his eyes widening in shock when he saw the state of the slave's swollen belly. His gaze quickly snapped up and he felt his heart drop and flutter simultaneously when he saw the lack of a veil. The breeder was beautiful; his full lips, so warm and inviting, a cute nose that begged playful kisses, all set in a gently rounded face. It was the eyes, however, the drew him in. Rings of pure blue, like ripples, that were so sorrowful he felt his heart break. He could have cried at the utter emptiness of joy in those beautiful eyes and he felt his throat tighten. He swallowed hard and could only continue to gape like a dumbfounded fool who had never seen a slave before. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Jul 23, 2012, 12:58am
Trishka paused a moment after the axe had split another log in two. There was a crunching sound and footsteps growing nearer. The breeder suddenly felt a pang of anxiety shoot through his stomach; it was how he always felt when someone approached him until he knew who it was and if they were a threat. He froze and then turned to see the unfamiliar male coming closer. His eyes widened slightly in fear and his mouth fell agape, worried the demon was interested in him and wanted to rape him. It was always like that... the instant a male looked at him he'd wind up pinned to a wall or on the floor, or over a log, or wherever he was. With his belly so large, sex had become awkward and more painful than usual. The breeder was hoping to be left alone until after he gave birth, but it didn't seem likely. He trembled slightly as the tall blue demon stood still and gazed at him, drinking him in. It made him hesitant, not trusting the stranger's intentions. Why was he just standing there looking? It was unnerving and more than a little strange to Trishka. No one had ever looked at him that way before, staring right into his eyes as if he could peer into his soul.
"You startled me sir... I-I was sent to chop wood for the barracks, I wasn't expecting anyone. Do you... need anything?" He asked hesitantly, suddenly feeling nervous and unsure of what to say to the demon. His tail began to curl behind him in a nervous reflex he had learned since he became a barrack wife. Fear still gripped him, yet somehow he didn't feel that this demon was going to hurt him, and there was something in his eyes; a warmth, a kindness, lines that bespoke many smiles and laughter. Trishka noticed too that he kept his distance and he hadn't simply barreled over to take advantage of him as most males would have. Perhaps he was different, but the breeder could not let his guard down. Trishka's lips parted a bit then as he noted the demon's robes, realizing he was likely a man of King Varus's court. As his gaze went lower, he also noticed the unmistakable bulge there. He gasped, and his fear turned into panic as he snapped his gaze back up to the stranger's face. "P-please don't hurt me sir! I'm with child and due any day now. I-I'm not fit for... for mating..." He yelped as he took a step back, bumping into the tree stump. Trishka had never known a male to show restraint, and this one was definitely aroused which never led to anything good. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Jul 23, 2012, 1:43am
“I...No, I don't need anything...” Verik mumbled numbly to the breeder's first question, still unable to look away. Even knowing that he was speaking to a barrack wife, he could not fight the intense attraction he felt. He had never felt this way for any breeder or female before and gods knew he had taken more than few in his lifetime. There had never been this passion, though. Never this intense, overwhelming need to hold someone, to kiss him, to lay with him...He saw the breeder's eyes lower and then fill with fear. When the slave started his panicked pleading, Verik frowned, puzzled. He didn't think he had announced his attraction, but then he looked down as well. He gasped and quickly turned away, overcome with embarrassment.
"Oh! N-no, I wasn't going to...! I mean, you have no reason to fear me!” The old scholar stammered, reflexively trying to cover himself. What in the gods name was this?! He had more self-control than this, he wasn't some youngling ruled by his hormones still. “Please, believe me, I never intended to...Excuse me!”
Verik all but ran from the area, heading straight for the gardens. He did his best to stay out of sight, praying that the bitter cold would wilt him, but his cock seemed to have other things in mind. Or rather, a particular breeder in mind. Even mortified as he was, he still couldn't get the image of the low slave out of his mind. That beautiful, gentle face and those sweet, sad eyes...
He finally reached the gardens and he slumped down on one of the stone benches with a sigh. What a fool he had made of himself. Thank the gods no one had seen him. Well, no one except that slave...his sorrowful blue eyes would haunt him for the rest of the day. Perhaps the rest of his life. Verik wiped a hand over his face, then leaned back, turning his face up to the gray cloudy sky and wished desperately it was blue instead. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Jul 27, 2012, 4:31pm
Trishka watched in astonishment as the male sputtered apologetically and simply retreated. He'd never known any Ruskovin male to back down when he was lusting after him or any other barrack wife, but this one took him by surprise by doing nothing. A long sigh of relief escaped his lips, clouding the air for a brief moment with cool vapor before it dispersed. He put a hand over his chest as if to still his racing heart while his anxiety slowly ebbed away. It seemed he'd be safe from another rape, at least for now. He gazed at the footprints the demon had left behind in the snow, still wondering why the stranger hadn't simply taken him on the spot. A male with courtesy and dignity was not something the slave had ever seen, and strangely enough it made him feel a small sliver of hope. Perhaps they weren't all cruel and violent. Maybe just once, just that one demon had a shred of decency even if he was caught with a sizable bulge in his robes. Trishka had never known a male to be attracted to him and simply leave without sating their desires.
"Thank you... whoever you are..." He said softly into the air as he reached up to rub his swollen belly. He felt a tinge of sadness creeping up over him and it made him feel uneasy. If that demon was as kind as his eyes, words, and actions seemed to reveal, were there more like him? Would he ever see that nobleman again? He shook the thought then, picking up his axe and preparing to cleave another log in two. It would do him no good to wonder about that stranger, no good to hope he was gentle and meant no harm. Surely he was only imagining things and they'd likely never meet again.
A week later...
Ivan shivered and could feel the icy sting of the evening air on his exposed face, making his eyes squint as the snow-filled winds picked up and whipped all around him unrelentingly. The mage was traveling beside prince Drogan and several guardsman clad in dark iron armor and thick black fur cloaks that billowed in the gusty, frigid winds as the distant sun started to set. It had shed no light or given any warmth all day long, hidden behind a wall of thick grey clouds that threatened to dump more snow on them at any time. Ivan could feel the cold trying to sink into his bones right through his clothing. That day he wore his thickest black and violet trimmed robes with a huge velvet cloak the shade of royal blue. Atop his head was a hat of black bear fur with long flaps to cover his ears. Every breath he took came out in a thick plume of vapor and his lips began to crack, much to his annoyance; he tried to avoid licking them, knowing it would only make them worse. His gloved hands felt stiff as he gripped the leather reins of his mount, and the bitter cold cut through the fabric as though it wasn't there. "A storm is brewing, I can feel it. We better find shelter in the village up ahead before it gets any darker." He said to the Prince, not wanting them to get caught in a snowstorm and risk freezing to death on the road.
Each demon rode upon the backs of great wooly muskoxen, the beasts grunting now again as they carried the Ruskovin demons across treacherously deep snow and patches of ice covering the cobblestone roadway. The wind howled ominously through the empty branches of the nearby trees while other trees were bent over from being so heavily burdened by thick clumps of snow covering their weary branches. They had spread the message to several farm villages for the people to send what they could to the castle. Most of the farm-folk they had come upon gave in sooner or later after much fussing, but none had become violent much to Ivan's relief. It was obvious that none of them were thrilled by the news of King Aadesh's journey to Ruskov.
It had been a long trip, taking several days to reach the eastern border, but they were nearly there and Ivan spotted a large wooden sign post up ahead of them. "Thank goodness we're almost there. What I would do to be seated beside a nice, warm fire in a tavern with a good looking wench to give me a tall mug of ale and a heaping plate of food. Probably have one warm my bed too." The mage chuckled, needing something cheerful to take his mind off how cold and miserable he truly was. He hated traveling in the winter and silently he cursed Aadesh every inch of the way for making him leave his cozy castle home and the musty old library loaded with books. When the village of Hindlebark was in their sight, Ivan steered the men through. On either side of them were sturdy buildings made of logs, milled wood and stone. The windows cast a warm glow that shone out over the sparkling mounds of fresh snow, wavering and dancing by the flames that cast the inviting light. A small group of villagers that had been out and about shoveling snow and preparing for the bad weather paused in their tasks, spotting the incoming caravan. One of them decided to approach the group, recognizing them as King Varus's men by their armor and the banner one of the guardsmen carried.
"Welcome to Hindlebark, travelers! You likely made it here just in time; a bad snowstorm is on the horizon and the clouds look like they will burst at any moment." A tall, green-skinned demon had spoken up as he approached the group. He was clad in simple rough-spun clothing with a thick fur cloak, typical attire for a commoner. When he spotted Drogan he blinked a moment as if he wasn't certain the demon was who he thought he was. It was a rare event to see a member of the royal family so far from the castle. "Prince Drogan! Oh it is an honor!" He said quickly as he knelt in the show and bowed his head. The other villagers nearby did the same when they overheard and realized it was their very own royalty that had come to pay a visit. "We've heard word of your travels to the outer villages, but we didn't know when to expect you here. It is growing dark and I am sure you are weary from travel, allow me to escort you to an inn!" He insisted, standing back up and aiming to please the group of kingsmen. He then hurried through the snow, having a bounce to his step in a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He also hoped the Prince would be so kind as to give him a small tip for his good service... if only.
The villager led them to a large log cabin with a thick border of stones surrounding the base of the structure. It had a massive wooden porch with cut trees for pillars and a sloped roof piled high with snow. The large windows glowed from the warm lights inside and from what Ivan could see, the place was quite inviting looking. He could see the silhouettes of demons inside, breeders carrying trays of food and large mugs of ale. The smell of freshly baked bread lingered in the air and made his stomach begin to growl and his mouth water.
"This is 'The Stone Mill' tavern. They bake the best bread in the village here. In the summer they even grow their own wheat out back. It is quite a treat, and their ale is darn tasty too if I do say so myself. The owner's name is Frollo and he lives here and runs the place with his three lovely slaves. You all should stay and wait out the storm, they will take good care of you. Oh and wait until you see those gorgeous twin wenches... Natasha and Natalia. Heh heh, they'll make your visit worth every copper, I promise." The demon gave a toothy grin as he opened the doors for Drogan and the rest, holding them and gesturing with his hand for them to enter as he bowed his head.
"Well thank you good sir." Ivan smiled, reaching into his coin purse and handing the demon a piece of gold for his troubles. "I definitely want to meet those wenches." He grinned, imaging one on each lap feeding him warm bread and a nice drink to wash it down. He was certainly in need of some tender loving after so many days traversing the lands in brutal weather. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Aug 3, 2012, 10:21pm
Although Ivan was less than pleased to be out of the castle, Drogan was always happy to be out of the oppressive structure. The lands belong to the Varus’ line were not only the largest, but the most beautiful in his opinion. They were the only ones that bordered the sea, which brought in new wealth every summer; not just through what they could harvest from the crystal waters, but also their trading with the other countries. Every summer, Drogan took a group of companions and slaves to his summer home near the ocean. It was made all the more enjoyable that his father did not enjoy the salt waters as much as he did, preferring the grandeur and comfort of his castle. The fact that Drogan could travel freely without his father caring was his only redeeming feature in the young prince's eyes.
“You complain more than anyone I've ever known about the cold, aside from your fiancé. Are you really Ruskovin or not?” Drogan teased his childhood friend. He turned his eyes up to the sky, his breath coming out in a long plume of white. A frown creased his dark, heavy brow. “Although you are right, being indoors sooner rather than later would be preferable. There's a blizzard coming and from the looks of things it is sure to be a hard one. I'm sure we can find your wench and your ale in that town ahead...And here comes someone to direct you to them most likely.”
Drogan followed after the villager, amused by Ivan's apparent eagerness. Not that he wouldn't appreciate a place by a fire and something to fill his belly. It had been a week of trail rations and he could do with something that was not salted and dried or rock hard. He closed his eyes when he caught the scent of freshly baking bread in the air and took a deep breath. He slid off his mount while Ivan talked with the villager that had guided them here and headed up the snow covered steps, drawn in by that delicious, warm scent. A warm rush of air laden with the scent of bread, roasting meat and other delicious things hit him as he pushed open the door to the inn. His gaze was immediately drawn to the front where a pair of red-skinned breeders with long white hair and buxom hips turned to look at him with wide, curious eyes. A slow smile spread across his lips and one of the breeders seemed to smile in return, preening a little under his gaze. “Welcome, master. Please come in and make yourself comfortable.” The slave's voice was full of sultry heat, as rich as a dark ale with a bit of a rasp. “My brother and I are here for your pleasure. How may we serve?” “My pleasure indeed...” Drogan murmured as he stepped inside. The interior of the tavern was a rather typical style; the front room was large and airy, constructed of dark wood and stone. Two long tables with benches provided the main seating with a few smaller round tables and chairs scattered around. They were covered with fur runners and cushions, along with bowls of dried fruits for snacking and that fresh bread he had been smelling. The back of the room held a large fireplace for cooking and providing heat and he could see a few pies baking in the fires. The focus of the room, however, was less than typical; a dancepit. Slave dancing was a rather risqué activity, since it meant a slave was exposed to viewing and usually only done in private or brothels that offered the service. Drogan raised an eyebrow when he noticed it right in the center of the main room and the reason for the tavern's steady business and wealth enough to afford three slaves became quickly apparently; the patrons were coming for more than just the bread.
He heard a noise off to the side and saw a very plump, blue-skinned breeder at the counter rolling out pie crust. He was dressed very provocatively; nearly half of his back was exposed and as he worked, Drogan would catch a glimpse of the soft, dark fur that lined his spine. It would have been more erotic had there not been something about the slave that reminded him of his own mother. Perhaps because his skin was the same hue as the breeder that had borne him. The breeder must have felt him staring and he turned around. Drogan's smile grew when he caught sight of lovely pale eyes surrounded with thick, dark lashes. There was a sweet warmth in that gaze. The breeder curtsied respectfully and he gave a nod of acknowledgment.
“Welcome, master. If you require anything, Natasha or Natalia would be happy to serve you.” The breeder's voice was high and sweet, a complete contrast to the other one. While the red-skinned breeder was like a strong cup of kopiia, this one was like a light, sweet honeyed mead. “If you require a room, I can fetch my master Frollo for you to make the arrangements.” “We will be needing rooms, yes. Fetch your master.” Drogan nodded and finally decided to take a seat at one of the long tables. “May I have something warm to drink in the meantime?” Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Aug 5, 2012, 10:43pm
Natasha heard the teal demon's request for a warm drink and he swooped over to his side, bowing his head politely and folding his hands against his skirt. "We have freshly brewed coffee if you would like, or some warm honeyed mead. Do you have a preference master?"
As Ivan entered the tavern his stomach began gurgling and growling as if demanding he do something about its empty state. The warmth of the room soothed him, thawing him out from his travels in the frosty elements. He turned towards the pair of red breeders and thought he was seeing double for a brief moment as the plump blue breeder introduced them. He blinked his eyes , realizing they must have been the wenches the villager had mentioned; Natasha and Natalia, though he had no idea which one was which. "Ah twins... completely identical in every way too. That is certainly rare. You two are quite fetching." He grinned, noticing their ample curves and entrancing eyes as they looked at him and Drogan and offered to serve them.
Natasha noticed the red demon and the men that followed him soon after, curtsying politely to all of the newcomers as more men poured into the spacious room. It seemed he and Natalia would be busy that night with so many guests. "Please make yourself comfortable masters. We have roasted vhakiri bird basted in white wine chalet sauce with a side of herb stuffing and of course, fresh baked garlic bread if any of you are hungry. You men look as though you can use a good, hot meal. I've seen many travelers and I can hear the stomachs growling from a mile away." He chuckled, his voice a rich, dusky purr. He could hear the red demon's stomach rumbling away and he seated Ivan at the long table.
Ivan took off his cloak and relaxed, nodding to Natasha. "That sounds wonderful, I will have that delicious meal and also some coffee to warm me up."
A few of the others also made their requests and Natasha hoped he could remember it all. He glanced at Natalia, hoping his brother would help him serve so many hungry demons. "Brother, be a dear and fetch the men at the end some pie and coffee, I'll take care of these patrons." He said quickly, motioning his chin towards the mage and the few men sitting beside him. Natasha then bowed his head and hurried off to get a tray with hot meals and freshly brewed coffee, moving quickly with a nice sway to his hips. Frollo had been in the cellar and was coming up the stone stairway with a large bag of coffee beans slung over his broad shoulder. His large webbed ears gave a slight twitch as he heard unfamiliar voices coming from the upstairs dining hall and Lanari speaking to someone. When he rounded the corner past the kegs of ale and bottles of wine he lowered the bag of coffee and straightened up to greet his new guests seated at the tables. "Welcome friends. I overheard one of you saying that you need a room to stay in tonight?" The demon's voice was deep and rough and he stood at an impressive height, towering over Lanari as he approached the breeder and gently rested a massive clawed hand over his bare shoulder. His skin was as pale as fresh snow and he had long hair colored a deep burgundy red. He noticed the guardsmen seated at the tables and the banner propped against the wall, realizing the tavern was quite full with Varus' men. He hoped he had enough beds to accommodate the group and before he could finish counting the heads silently to himself, mentally preparing to see to all of their needs.
"You are the King's men I see. Might I ask your name?" He questioned the teal-skinned demon and then looked to his red companion. From their clothing they looked to be members of the royal court.
"I am Ivan, son of Archmage Theron of Varus' court and this one here is your crowned prince." Ivan smirked, waiting to see the pale demon's response to his introductions. Most commoners had never seen their prince or their king in person, and certainly not up close. It wasn't uncommon for the villagers in the lands farthest from the castle to be less informed on such things.
"Prince Drogan? Your grace, it is an honor to have you here! I apologize for not realizing who you were sooner. I will give you the biggest room I have for the evening and also beds for your men. Anything here in my home is also yours, so please do not hesitate to ask. I am here to serve you my prince." He said while kneeling down respectfully. He was a bit surprised by the company and remembered a few of his patrons talking about the prince traveling around the country and informing farmers they needed to give up some of their food stores for King Aadesh's arrival. He certainly hadn't expected Drogan and his men to be stopping by his tavern or he would have better prepared the place and set out best silverware and ceramic dishware. He inwardly prayed they would be happy with the food and their accommodations, and that he had enough to feed them all should they stay more than one night.
A few moments later Natasha came back out with a large tray he held over one shoulder, piled high with plates of steaming food, mugs of ale and coffee for his guests. He approached Ivan and deftly laid out his plate on the table, as well as his coffee. He had overheard Ivan's introductions and his eyes widened a little, glancing towards Prince Drogan. He would be serving the royalty! "Please enjoy your meal master." He said smoothly, hiding any nervousness he felt as he moved further down the table and handed drinks and food to the guardsmen. His tail swished side to side as he unloaded his serving tray; his long skirts swayed with his movements and he could feel Ivan's eyes on him. He grinned to himself and exaggerated his walk even more, knowing how enticing his fine rump could be. When his tray was finally empty he turned to glance over his shoulder, catching Ivan's gaze directly. There was definite lust there and it made his cock start to harden beneath his skirts. "Would you like anything else master?"
Ivan grinned and lifted his cup of coffee, taking a sip before shaking his head. "Perhaps later. Thank you for the good service. You are quite pleasing." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Aug 6, 2012, 8:50pm
“A mug of spiced coffee would be nice. I've been smelling it brewing since I walked in.” Drogan answered with a smile, then watched while the slave swished off. He looked as good walking away as he did coming over. He chuckled and reached for one of the rolls in the many bowls set on the table. It was still warm and soft as he bit into it. There was a light sweetness to the bread that he found pleasing and he quickly found himself reaching for another.
“Are you enjoying the bread, master?” Natalia asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he watched the prince devour several rolls. Drogan gave him a boyish grin, reaching for the mug of coffee that the red-skinned breeder set down before him and taking a hearty swallow.
“It's delicious. Did you bake it?” The slave shook his head and gestured over to Lanari, who was busily slicing off meat from the roast turning over the fire.
“Lanari is our baker. There is no one as skilled a cook as he is in all of Ruskov. My brother and I are only his modest apprentices.” Natalia bowed his head, “Please enjoy and let me know if you have need of anything else.”
“Thank you.” Drogan nodded, watching the breeder saunter off to serve the rest of his men before turning back to join them in the feast. Lanari, once he had helped the twins start their guests off, was just about to head down to the storeroom for Frollo before he saw the large male suddenly round the corner. He stopped in his tracks, looking up at the retired soldier with smile under his veil. He stood quietly while Frollo came to stand with him, warmth brimming in him at the simple gesture of the man putting his hand on his naked shoulder, while Frollo spoke to their guests. His eyes widened and he bowed with his master when he realized that their own prince was sitting in the room.
“Please, there's no need for so much formality. I don't need any fuss and there's no need for you to give anything I do not pay for. Incidentally, I will be paying to have your nicest rooms for me and my companion, Ivan.” Drogan grinned and his eyes slid over to one of the twins. “And perhaps the comfort of your slaves. For now, however, just keep the food and wine flowing. Would it be possible to get some butter or jam to go with these delicious rolls?”
“Of course, master.” Natalia chirped and fetched a tray filled with several jars of Lanari's homemade preserves and the butter they made themselves from their own cows. Drogan's eyes lit up at the sight and he grinned.
“My dear, you get more beautiful each time I see you.” He chuckled. Natalia blushed and scurried off. Lanari moved into action as well, serving more food and wine to their patrons as well as returning to the fires to cook more. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Aug 6, 2012, 9:41pm
As the other twin and Drogan spoke, Ivan started to dig into his food. Despite how ravenous he felt, he managed to eat slowly and maintain some of his dignity. Had he been alone in his study he likely would have inhaled everything on his plate in a matter of seconds. "This is delicious, my compliments to Lanari for his cooking." He said after hearing Natalia announce that Lanari was indeed the chef. "Mmm the meat is perfectly tender and everything is so flavorful." He cast his gaze to the plump breeder when he came over to help the twins serve the everyone, taking note of those soulful eyes and his bare shoulders. When Lanari headed back to the fire to tend a roast, Ivan noticed the luscious curve of his rear and hips. Even though he had a bit of a paunch he was still beautiful and looked soft. He'd be nice to squeeze and caress, and Ivan began entertaining the idea of taking the blue slave to bed, though the red breeders were just as tempting. It wasn't often he'd get to lay with a breeder that had a fuller figure and some cushion on their bones.
"I will see to it that you both have nice rooms for the night. I am truly honored to have you as my guests." Frollo said after Drogan had spoken. As Ivan complimented Lanari he caught the demon's look and the way he was staring at the blue breeder. If the prince and his mage wanted the slaves to warm their beds, even his precious Lanari, there was little he could do. He certainly could not deny them what they wanted given their ranks. "I will go prepare your rooms, enjoy your meals." He bowed his head again politely out of habit then made his way towards Lanari for a moment as the breeder tended to the food. He stepped up to him and reached out to gently brush his shoulder again, leaning close to speak to him in a quiet tone. "I don't want to share you, love, but if they ask for you to pleasure them later this evening... see to their needs." It nearly broke his heart to say such a thing to his lover, but nothing could change Lanari's lot in life and the fact he was a slave. He leaned in then to place a gentle kiss on the breeder's pointed ear before he turned away and headed to the guest rooms to make sure everything was fine for the prince and his men.
Natasha had finally finished serving all of the demons with Natalia and Lanari's help, wiping his brow a moment then fixing his bangs. He noticed how much everyone seemed to enjoy the food and was grateful the prince and his men were not a rowdy bunch. He'd seen his share of tavern brawls or rude patrons there to take advantage of their good service. When the prince had mentioned having the slaves keep them company for the evening his red cheeks grew a touch darker. He was always eager to please, especially in bed. The breeder had a constant itch to be filled to the brim with a nice, thick cock and he eyed Prince Drogan, wondering what his country's royal highness had between his legs. He smiled beneath his veil, not realizing he was staring and grinning like a fool as his mind fell into perversion.
Ivan noticed the way the red breeder was looking at Drogan and leaned over to nudge his friend with his elbow. "I think that one is wet for you." He said in a low tone for Drogan's ears only, smiling from ear to ear. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Aug 6, 2012, 10:04pm
“You flatter me, master. I am not worthy of such praise.” Lanari bowed his head respectfully before turning back to the large cauldron simmering away with a stew. He looked up when Frollo caught his attention and he felt his breath catch at the male's words. He looked back down and gave a tiny nod while he murmured, “As you wish.”
Drogan looked up from his meal when Ivan nudged him and pointed out the red-skinned slave apparently eyeing him. He chuckled and shook his head. “Well, then that will certainly make things easier for me later then, as I plan on having one of those lovely slaves to keep me warm through the blizzard. I can already hear it howling at the windows.”
The storm had indeed broken during their time inside, the food a distraction from the impending bad weather. The wind howled outside the walls and there was only a flurry of white to be seen out the windows. The glass rattled occasionally in the panes, but the inn was quite sturdily built, as most buildings in Ruskov were. A blast of chilly air suddenly filled the room as the doors opened again to admit the last of their party, the men who had been seeing to the keeping of their mounts and supplies. Natalia yelped as the wind sent his skirt and veil flying up, revealing his thin chemise and the delicate features that had been concealed. The men hooted and hollered as the slave bashfully tried to compose himself after the newcomers had wrestled the door shut. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Aug 6, 2012, 10:35pm
After having set up the rooms, Frollo had dressed in his warmest clothing to go out and help the prince's men secure their muskoxen in the stables beside the tavern. They were made of stone and sturdy wood, shielding the animals from the worst of the winds and keeping them out of the snow. He had come back inside with the others, feeling the bitter cold nipping at his face and ears. When the winds blew through the dining room he saw Natalia be exposed before he could help Drogan's men close the door. His brows furrowed in annoyance as the demons howled in delight and embarrassed the breeder. He fought the urge to say something, but remained silent as he headed over to Natalia and helped him smooth down his skirts and fix his veil. "Sorry about that Tally, it's really bad out there." He said gently, patting his head in consolation. His hands were cold, but the warmth of the nearby fire started to sink back into him.
Ivan had gotten a nice eyeful of Natalia after that strong gust of chilly air revealed parts of him that were meant to stay covered. He was almost tempted to give a whistle himself, but the other men were already hooting so he decided to hold off. He noticed the look of distress on Frollo's face as the white demon swooped in to help the slave. It was clear the demon was protective of his property.
Natasha tried to hold back a giggle at his brother's expense, quickly going to greet the new crew of demons and see to their needs. He shivered a little from the chill they brought in, but once they made their requests he set off to get them their food and drink. All the while he was mindful of the other demons and anyone who wanted more. Natasha hadn't had that many mouths to feed in ages and it was nice to be busy for once, though he had his own hunger and it was not for food or drink. He would be glad when the men retired to their beds for the night and hoped one of them would desire his company. He wondered who it would be, hoping Drogan would be the one. He had paid special attention to the prince all evening long, doting upon him and tending to his every need. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Aug 6, 2012, 11:10pm
Lanari gave Natalia a sympathetic pat on the arm before shooing him off to go help his twin. He passed Frollo a mug of spiced coffee, taking the large male's hands in his own and wrapping them around the warm mug. He smiled up at the retired soldier, the man he had been with since the day he had matured, the man he had loved almost as long. His fingers lingered on his master's a moment longer before he pulled away to go tend to another guest.
The feasting lasted late into the night, until the fire had died down to a warm glow and darkness began to creep into the corners. Many of the men had gone to sleep in the rooms prepared for them, but Drogan lingered at the table with Ivan and a few others, savoring his last slice of pie. Lanari was the last one remaining in the front room to serve; the twins had gone into the back to clean dishes and whatnot. The blue-skinned slave moved a little gingerly around Ivan, he'd noticed. Although the naked lust on the mage's face was a big indicator why.
“He's old enough to be your mother and so...pudgy.” Drogan murmured to his friend when Lanari had gone back to the other side of the room. “Why have you been eying him like you want to bend him over this table? Wouldn't you rather have one of those red beauties instead?” Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Aug 6, 2012, 11:26pm
Frollo had smiled back at Lanari as the breeder gave him the warm coffee and touched his hands so affectionately. He wished he could be alone with the breeder for a while and spend the night making love to him, enveloped in his heat between the sheets. Yet as long as they had guests he could not indulge himself. He couldn't even lean in close, lift Lanari's veil and kiss those tender lips. Instead he settled for a sigh and watched as the breeder left to continue serving their patrons. He found himself a seat on one of the benches across the room, sipping his coffee and keeping an eye on everyone as he warmed up.
As it grew late, Frollo had gone back to help the twins with various tasks, now and then slipping back into the dining hall to clean up or add more wood to the fire to keep the place warm. He kept himself busy, but he started to wear down, feeling tired and sluggish. He wasn't as young and spry as he used to be and the pale demon gave a yawn as he handed Natalia another dirty plate to scrub. "I hope our guests go to bed soon so I can do the same."
In the dining room Ivan continued to steal heated glances at Lanari and when Drogan finally mentioned it, he grinned. "Maybe you're not into older breeders, or ones with some meat on their bones, but I find it very attractive. They have more cushion for the pushin', if you know what I mean. They're softer and nice to lay against... and he doesn't look that old. Of course, I wouldn't mind one of the red ones either, but I have to have a taste of Lanari." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Aug 6, 2012, 11:34pm
“Well, you're entirely welcome to have that pie all to yourself, my friend.” Drogan chuckled as he finished off his last bite and rose to his feet. He gave the mage a good-natured slap on the back and headed off towards the kitchen to find himself something soft to roll around with. “Just don't get too rough with that one or you might break one of his hips. I hear elders are pretty fragile.”
Drogan laughed again and disappeared around the corner to find the twins scrubbing away at the sink with Frollo standing with them, helping. Somehow the sight pleased him; it was a rather touching scene, like a father with his children. Or at least, that was how the atmosphere felt to to him. He watched from the doorway for a moment more before he announced his presence.
“My gratitude to you, Frollo. You and your slaves have been marvelous hosts.” He spoke. One of the twins squeaked in surprise and looked back at him with wide eyes and sudsy hands. The sight only made his smile widen. “I was thinking I would like to retire now...perhaps one of these lovely things could show me to my room, if he's not too busy...” Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Aug 6, 2012, 11:51pm
Ivan rolled his eyes at Drogan's remark about fragile hip bones and shoved another forkful of pie in his mouth as he watched the prince get up to find himself a breeder to lay with. He'd have himself a piece of the twins too in due time, but for now his sights were firmly set on Lanari and he turned his gaze back to the breeder across the room, drinking him in for a while longer.
Meanwhile in the kitchen Frollo turned from what he had been doing, seeing the prince in the doorway. "You are very kind, my prince. This is the type of hospitality we offer to everyone that comes here, I am so glad you are enjoying your stay." He smiled amicably to the teal demon, but it fell slightly once Drogan asked for one of the twins to show him to his room, knowing what it likely would entail. They were both like his children, even if they were not his by blood. Before he had left the army he had found them in a heap of trash, wailing and shivering in the bitter cold on the verge of death. They were so tiny, innocent, and helpless back then; likely they were born from a barrack wife and tossed away as all the unwanted infants were, but he didn't have the heart to walk away and leave them to such a cruel fate. He had taken them in and raised the twins with Lanari, becoming like a father to them. Whenever the breeders had to service anyone in bed Frollo was always slightly on edge, worried they'd be treated roughly or get hurt somehow. Yet he needed them to help bring in more money to keep the tavern running, and he hated it. He hated selling his children's bodies to keep the roof over their heads, but he had no choice. "Take your pick, Natasha and Natalia are always eager to please and will help you to your room and assist you with anything you need."
Natasha turned around, rubbing a clean cloth over one of the recently washed dishes to dry it before setting it down and folding his hands against his skirt. "I will guide you to your room if you wish." He said softly, hoping Drogan would want his company over Natalia's. He had waited all evening long for the prince to choose and the time had finally come. He gave the prince a sultry gaze, his eyes holding promise of things yet to come once they were alone together. Behind his skirt his tail flicked side to side with a mix of anxious excitement as he waited for a reply. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Aug 7, 2012, 12:27am
“My thanks. Please, lead the way.” Drogan nodded, gesturing for the breeder to join him. Natalia shot a look at Frollo, the man he considered father before turning back to the dishes. He pouted a little under his veil; his brother seemed to have all the luck this evening. Bedding the prince! Not many slaves could say they had the honor, especially not some country bumpkins like them. He had heard the prince was a good man and he couldn't help wondering what sort of lover he would be. Given how large the male was, he also couldn't help wondering about other things...He would have to get Natasha to spill all the details in the morning when they made breakfast. Well, if Natasha could walk the next morning. He giggled quietly to himself at the thought. Perhaps the prince's mage would call him to his bed; even if he wasn't the prince himself, the royal mage and advisor was still an important noble; something to still brag about.
Lanari bussed the last of the dishes off the table as the room steadily emptied until only the red-skinned male remained. He glanced over at the royal mage again nervously, the fur on his back standing on end. The youth had been watching him all night and he kept hoping that he would leave and take one of the twins to bed instead. Surely their young, nubile bodies had more appeal than his own. Lanari was under no delusions about himself; his looks had faded with time and comfort. There had been a time in his life where he had been as slender and svelte as any young slave. It had been easy to maintain his figure in his younger days, being slave to a soldier. All the marching and heavy work, not to mention the long nights warming his master's furs...Frollo had been quite something in his prime. Not that his lovemaking skills had diminished; if anything they were better than ever after so many years together, but they were just as likely to simply curl up and sleep after a long day as they were to indulge in the pleasure of their bodies. Or nap. There were often naps.
After Frollo had retired and opened his inn, deciding to settle down with Lanari and raise their twins, that was when it had become difficult to maintain. His body softened, spoiled by good food, consistent comfort and the love of a good man. Frollo never complained of the loss of his figure, only bought him cloth to make new clothing with. He never said anything of the wrinkles that were beginning to show at the corner of his eyes or that every year the ribbon for Lanari's corset seemed to get longer. He never said anything when Lanari lost three sons. He just continued to love him in that quiet, steady way of his while they raised their little family in their quiet little town, with the twins as the children he could never bear. Lanari had rarely lain with any other male, and that had only been in their beginning years together. After they had settled,they had been like husband and wife. However, with the way Ivan had been watching him, he had a feeling that he was about to be unfaithful whether he wanted it or not.
“Is there anything else I can get you, master?” Lanari finally had to stop at Ivan's table. He looked down at the red-skinned male, the fire glowing behind him and highlighting just how blue his skin was. “There is still some pie left if you would like another piece, or...” He took a breath and lowered his eyes, “or I can..see to your other...comforts.” Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Aug 7, 2012, 10:38am
Frollo saw the look in Natalia's eyes and that palpable touch of envy he had for his twin brother. He reached out to pat the breeder's shoulder before taking over where Natasha left off drying the dishes. "You did well today. I wasn't expecting our royal guests and I am glad everything went smoothly, they seemed to be enjoying their stay." He hoped his words would help the breeder feel a little better. Part of him was uneasy about the entire arrangement and he wondered how long the prince and his men would stay. That would likely depend on the weather...
Ivan looked up at Lanari as the breeder finally approached. He noticed how the lovely creature had kept a nervous distance from him all night long until they were finally alone together, and he felt a touch guilty about it as if he had cornered him like some sex-crazed predator. Admittedly he was weary from all the days he'd spent traveling from village to village, and he was feeling a touch needy for some hot flesh to drill his cock into. "I hope I haven't made you feel uneasy tonight. I know I probably stared too much, but you are just so beautiful and I couldn't help but notice you." He gave an apologetic smile, hoping to help put the blue breeder more at ease. "I wouldn't mind taking you up on that offer though... Ah, not the pie one. I'm too full to eat another bite, but the other comforts." He chuckled and shook his head. "I've been traveling a long time and I haven't had a breeder to warm my bed in quite a while. I have a fiancé and we don't really get along, so I have to find my pleasures elsewhere."
Slowly he stood up from the table, turning to face Lanari and letting his eyes glide over that plump figure and those ample curves. "Show me to my room and I will repay you for your excellent service this evening." He reached out to gently stroke the breeder's face, running his clawed fingers lightly over the fabric of his veil. He wondered what he looked like without it, imagining soft, plump lips and a cute little nose. He hoped to find out soon enough. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Sept 5, 2012, 4:46pm
“Thank you, master.” Natalia smiled under his veil. “Wasn't it exciting though? Nothing ever happens in this little village. I would never in a million years have expected royals to show up one day. Do you think they'll stay long? The blizzard outside seems to be one of the worst we've had in a while...Mayhaps they'll stay a week, at least. That would be good for the inn as the prince seems generous with his coin.”
Lanari did his best not to flinch when the mage touched his face, glad for the veil between them. He kept his eyes turned away, lest the noble notice that he was not entirely genuine in his offer. “You have no need to repay me, sir, I am just a slave. I am here only to serve.” He bit his lip, thinking of Frollo in the other room and wishing he was there with him instead of Natalia. “If you wish company, are you sure you would not prefer one of the twins? They are much younger and fitter than I am and could satisfy you much better.” Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 6, 2012, 9:23pm
"Even if they stay here for one night it would likely increase business. I can forever boast that the prince and his men were here and this tavern would gain a little more recognition. It's very fortuitous indeed. I'm also certain we're in for a big snow storm; I can feel it in my joints. I'm not as young and spry as I used to be and when the weather gets bad like this I ache all over." Frollo groaned a little, expressing those old-age aches and pains as he dried a large bowl and set it aside.
More time passed as he and the red slave worked diligently to get everything clean and ready for the morning since his guests would require breakfast as well. His mind began to wander for a bit as the motions of drying and putting away dishes became a repetitive blur. He wondered what Lanari was doing, imagining the breeder was busy cleaning the tables in the main dining hall. It had unnerved him that the prince's mage had been gazing at him on and off all evening long and the more he thought about it, the more he worried the demon actually chose to take his precious slave to bed. He had felt a sense of gnawing guilt at having to tell his love to serve the prince and his men however they wanted. Even though they had every right to his slaves and he could not refuse them, he wanted Lanari all to himself. The thought of the blue breeder in another man's bed made his stomach knot, and a mix of anger and jealousy washed over him the more he thought of it. Finally, Frollo couldn't take the anxiety any longer and he stopped what he was doing. "I'll be right back Tally, I just want to check on Lanari and see if he needs any help." He said quickly, setting down a pot and turning to leave the kitchen.
Ivan noticed the breeder's subtle hints of discomfort and it made him ever more curious about Lanari. Clearly the breeder was hoping he'd choose one of the red twins instead, and the lack of eye contact spoke volumes about his body language. Most slaves that bed the mage would look into his eyes and he'd see the lust and desire there, it was a usual hint of consent, but not with this pretty creature. He seemed a bit nervous and shy, but Ivan did not let up. Shy slaves only made him feel bolder and he reached out to wrap his arms around Lanari and tug him against his hard body. "I chose you." He said in a husky tone, his cock already growing hard as he felt the warm breeder against him. He reached up to pull back the veil, wanting to see his lips and taste them. Slowly the fabric was lifted away and he was not at all disappointed with what he saw. "You are beautiful." He whispered, leaning in until his lips were merely a hair away from Lanari's.
In that moment Frollo came into the room and his breath caught in his throat. The sight of Lanari in the red demon's arms made his logical mind shut down and his emotions took control of him. He quickly stormed over to Ivan and grabbed the collar of his shirt, shoving the demon away from his slave. "Lanari is not to be touched!" He growled, unable to hold back his temper as he stepped in front of the blue breeder protectively.
"What is the meaning of this?! He is a slave and I have every right to enjoy him! Have I not paid you enough coin?" Ivan raised his tone, completely shocked the tavern owner would dare grab his fine clothing and shove him aside.
Frollo turned and took Lanari into his arms, glaring at Ivan knowing that he wouldn't understand. Part of him feared the consequences for having assaulted a noble, but at the same time his Lanari was more important and he'd brave whatever punishment he had earned. "You can have either of the twins, but not my Lanari. That is the best I can offer you."
Ivan was not at all pleased by the commoner's defiance and he could easily make the demon's life a living nightmare for his treasonous behaviors, but when he saw the way he held Lanari a bit of understanding came over him. It seemed fairly transparent that Frollo fancied Lanari and did not want to share him. Ivan's temper fell a bit and he considered the fact that the evening up until that moment had been pleasant. The food was delicious and the man had been a gracious host along with his slaves. Frollo was either brave or stupid for confronting him in such a manner, yet Ivan found himself admiring the demon's audacity to stand up to him when any other commoner would have been a groveling coward. "I can see that this slave means more to you than your reputation or your property... even your life. I could have it all taken away from you, including your slaves. You could rot in a prison or be executed." Ivan then took a deep breath and crossed his arms. "However, I'm not a bitter man and I don't hold grudges over trifling things. Just bring me whichever twin is not currently pleasing the Prince and I'll pretend this hadn't happened." He spoke calmly, giving Frollo a chance to make amends. He was not a tyrannical sort like his father or King Varus, who would no doubt have taken the demon's head off right then and there and claimed his slaves as their own.
The white demon nodded silently and muttered an apology for his rude behavior as his adrenaline died down and he came back to his senses. "Forgive me, I'll get Natalia for you right away my Lord. Come Lanari." He let go of the slave, but still kept his large hand on the breeder's shoulder and stayed close to him as he turned to fetch the other breeder. He was certain Lanari was shocked by his behavior as much as he was. Frollo was lucky Ivan let him off easy. Anyone else may have taken his head and raped his slave out of spite. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Sept 7, 2012, 9:34pm
Lanari could not stop himself from cringing when Ivan lifted his veil and moved into kiss him. His stomach was tying itself in knots at the thought of having to pleasure this impetuous youth. He just knew he would not be able to satisfy him, not with the years he had. While he was distracted with his thoughts, he did not see his master return to the hall and he was shocked to find himself suddenly standing alone, the royal mage plucked away like a ripe fruit from the tree. His heart dropped to his feet when he realized what had happened and he cursed his master silently for being such a jealous man even while he felt himself warm from the protective display. Although mostly he wanted to slap the older male on the back of the head. However, he kept his hands to himself for the time being and kept his eyes respectfully lowered while the masters spoke. Frollo would just have to feel his ire when they were alone.
Natalia was putting the last of the dishes away and starting to make the morning preparations. He looked back over his shoulder at the pair, pausing when he noticed the tension. Lanari jerked away from Frollo once they were safely ensconced in the kitchen alone and went to take over Natalia's duties.
“The mage wants you to service him. Go.” He snapped. Natalia did not have to be told twice and he quickly scurried out of the room. He would take riding a handsome male's cock over mixing bread dough any day. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 10, 2012, 8:42am
Frollo knew from Lanari's peckish tone that the breeder was angry with him. Once Natalia had left and they were alone he prepared himself for the breeder's ire. "Lanari... I-" He began, knowing there was no excuse for what he had done. He could have put them all in jeopardy had that mage not been as forgiving as he was. He dare not do that again, certainly not in front of the prince. "I'm sorry." He said softly, stepping up behind the breeder and placing his large but gentle hands on Lanari's shoulders. If things were different, he would be my wife and no man but me could ever touch him, he thought as he gazed at the angry breeder. "I just lost it when I saw that demon leaning in to kiss you. Usually patrons wish to bed the twins and I never have to worry about anyone taking a fancy to you, but that mage had been eying you all evening. I didn't like it one bit. I'm sure you didn't want to bed him either, did you?" He leaned in pressing his lips to the side of Lanari's neck and wrapping his arms around the breeder possessively as he pulled him in close, Lanari's back firmly against his strong chest. "You know I love you. I will never take a true wife, you are mine and you're all I need." He whispered sweetly in the blue breeder's ear, hoping his tender words would help soothe him. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Sept 19, 2012, 9:15pm
The words did not have the calming effect Frollo had hoped for. Lanari pulled himself from the large male's arms and whirled around to look up at him, anger flashing in his silver eyes, turning them to ice chips. “Don't you dare think to butter me up with sweet words, Frollo! That was a fool thing you did in there and well you know it!” The breeder was so livid he slipped in his address of his master, using his name instead despite the public room they were in. “That is one of the prince's men! Should he decide he will take offense at what you just did and report it to the prince, what will we do? He could ruin us, destroy the home we've made! Worse, he could decide to execute you for the offense to his man and take us anyway!”
Lanari was breathing hard at the end of his tirade, his cheeks high with color and his body trembling. Then the rage crumpled and he burst into tears, pounding his small fists against Frollo's broad chest. “You thrice damned fool! Don't you ever risk your life like that again! I would rather be raped by a thousand men ere I lose you forever!” The blue breeder finally stopped, curling against Frollo's chest now, crying into the male's tunic. “Think you I was worried about bedding that young fool? He would have grown tired of me the moment he saw I had no enjoyment in the act and sent me away. You risked all for naught.” Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 19, 2012, 10:12pm
Frollo found himself frozen as Lanari pulled away and poured out his rage and fears, making the large Ruskovin feel terribly small in that moment. The dire reality of what could have been began to sink in more and he was finally able to see how his moment of petty jealously could have destroyed everything. He was a fool for what he had done and his stomach knotted at the thought of that mage telling his prince or any other man in their group about what had happened. The only solace he had was that Ivan seemed to be forgiving and had said he'd 'pretend it never happened.' Frollo knew he'd never have a second chance should he commit such treason again. "He won't speak of it, I have his word... and it won't happen again. Ever." When Lanari began to cry and come back to him, pounding at his chest, he took it with silent dignity. His arms came back around the breeder and he pulled him against his strong form tightly. He could feel his own anger rising at the thought of Lanari being raped and him being helpless to do anything about it. He was a soldier for most of his life and there were times he had been tempted to take up his sword and slaughter any demon that dared bed his precious Lanari. "It isn't right..." He grit out, letting a clawed hand entangle itself in the breeder's black hair. "I should be free to have you for myself and never have to share you like a common whore. I should be free to take you as my wife. When we're alone you are my equal, I would have you no other way my sweetling. Yet when outsiders come into our home we have to play by their rules. It's frustrating... but I must continue playing the game for your sake and the twins. I'm sorry for what I did back there, Lanari. Forgive me."
He then slid his hand down to lift the breeder's chin, leaning down to press a passionate kiss hard to Lanari's lips. It was a possessive and heartfelt gesture and the pale demon felt some of his pent up anxiety and rage melt away as he tasted his lover. That sweet mouth was mixed with salty tears and he intended to kiss them all away one by one. Slowly he moved the breeder back towards a table until Lanari's rear bumped against the edge. There was no denying how much Frollo wanted him then. He had fought for his mate, protected him, and now he needed to claim what was his. He could only pray that that mage or any of the others wouldn't take an interest in Lanari again while they stayed there. He knew the next time it happened he could do nothing to stop it. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Sept 19, 2012, 11:07pm
“You had best make sure it does not happen again...” Lanari mumbled before Frollo's lips closed on his and finally cooled his anger. Even after so many years together, the male's kiss still left him breathless and weak so that he hardly noticed what the man was about when he as backed up against the table he had just been kneading dough on for the morning viands. His arms went up to wrap around Frollo's neck and he leaned wholly into his lover, the man who was husband in his heart even if he could not be in the eyes of the people. After such a fright, his desire was stirred as well and especially after such a display of affection.
“Aaah, Frollo...” Lanari sighed. He opened himself up to his master completely, surrendering against him as was his nature. His desire mounted and his skirts were easily lifted to offer up to the old soldier what the young mage would have stolen. The blue-skinned breeder felt himself grow hotter the longer he had to endure Frollo's kisses until he was nigh trembling with his need for him. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 19, 2012, 11:28pm
Frollo's cock was straining hard against his britches as he hastily swung an arm out to clear away the debris on the table, pushing aside the wooden cutting board with slabs of dough, a bag of flour and the large wooden bowl with another ball of dough rising within it. There was a bit of flour on the table still, but he didn't care. He'd take care to help his lover clean up later. "Oh Lanari..." He breathed hotly as he finally broke the kiss, laying the breeder down on his back as he hastily undid the buttons on his pants. His cock fell out thick and hard, rising higher as the demon prepared to slide into his mate. It wasn't often that the two of them ever fought, but it always seemed the sex was better after a bit of yelling. Hefting up the breeder's skirts higher Frollo dove in between his plump thighs, pressing himself into that tight, slick heat that he loved so much. Lanari's body was made for him and he knew every movement that drove the breeder wild.
With practiced ease he thrust inside, setting a rigorous pace from the start to work out the stress that had built up all evening long since the prince and his men had come to his tavern. He leaned down again, pressing fiery kisses all over Lanari's neck, up to his jaw and back to those sweet lips. He reached up to take one of the breeder's hands in his own; his large hand dwarfed the other's against the table as he snapped his hips harder and faster. His long, furry tail stood taut as he went, his cock already soaked in his lover's wetness. "Ah gods... I love you..." He breathed hotly, losing himself in the moment. He worried of nothing else in that moment but his precious Lanari, his soulmate and the one who would be his wife if the law ever allowed. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Sept 19, 2012, 11:46pm
“Frollo!” Lanari cried as the large male drove into him, that thick sliding in easily, so ready he was for him. His tail lashed under him and he rocked his hips up against his master, trying to carry him in deeper. He returned Frollo's kisses just as desperately. The flour that still covered the board dusted his hair, but he paid it no mind as he focused wholly on the pleasure the old soldier inflicted on him. Normally he would have railed against the other man for taking him in the kitchen and causing a mess, but this time he could not bring himself to care.
The blue-skinned breeder wrapped his legs tighter around Frollo's waist and his cheeks flushed darkly as his pleasure rose. His small cock bobbed, rubbing against Frollo's belly through his skirts, only adding more stimulation until he could stand it no longer. A shudder when through him, from head to the tips of his toes where they curled against his lover's still quite firm backside. His cock erupted first, spending its useless seed into his skirts before his breeding hole flooded and clenched tight around the male buried inside him. “Ah, Frollo! Don't stop!” He pleaded, riding every thrust through his climax and clawing at the wooden counter top underneath him. “Nnnh, yes!” Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 19, 2012, 11:58pm
Frollo had no intention of stopping as he felt Lanari come hard against him the first time. He hoped to coax a few more orgasms from the breeder before the night was through. Determined, he grit his teeth and moved his hands down Lanari's dress, pressing into the fabric of his skirts to grip Lanari's fleshy hips. He held onto the soft curves firmly and arched his back, pushing deeper into his lover and pumping in and out more erratically as he drew close to his own climax. He could feel it washing over him like a tidal wave a few moments later and his throat gave a rumbling growl of pleasure as he gave one more powerful thrust. Frollo's hot seed exploded inside Lanari's slick sheath and he felt his lover's muscles squeezing him hard, drawing in all he had to give. "Ahhh! Lanari!" He panted, falling back down over the breeder and cupping his cheek gently as he covered his mouth in more tender kisses. His hips started to rock back and forth again, slower this time as he rode out his own orgasm and hoped to bring Lanari another. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Sept 23, 2012, 11:19pm
Lanari clung to Frollo, his legs locked tight around the old soldier's waist while he trembled and writhed beneath the male. Every stroke the man gave him sent another ripple of pleasure rolling through him until he was near exhausted by it. He had not truly enjoyed having sex with his master until his later years, when there was no longer the stress of having to hope his seed would take and give him a child. Now he could just enjoy the pleasure Frollo gave him when he was past his bearing years, comforted in the fact that the man still wanted him despite his inability to give him an heir.
"Mmm, Frollo..." Lanari sighed when the big male finally began to grow soft inside him. "You brute. My kitchen is a mess and I am too tired to clean it up now." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 24, 2012, 3:45pm
Frollo merely gave a tired grunt in reply as he rested against Lanari for a moment. Being old as he was he didn't have the same amount of stamina he had in his youth. He could feel their co-mingled fluids soaking the front of his pants and dripping down to the floor. He knew he couldn't leave the kitchen that way, if any of his guests knew the table where their bread was kneaded was covered in less savory ingredients they may become upset. "I'll clean it, love, you just wait for me in the bedroom." He finally sighed, pulling out of Lanari unwillingly and finding the strength to stand and put his cock away. He wanted to make love to Lanari all night long, but the old soldier knew he was more likely to fall asleep as soon as he hit their soft bed. He reached out a hand then to help his lover up. "I'll join you shortly, go clean up." He leaned in to give Lanari one more kiss on his soft lips before reaching behind him to give his tail an affectionate and gentle tug, signaling for the breeder to go on ahead. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Sept 24, 2012, 5:45pm
Verik cursed himself for a fool for the umpteenth time that night, asking himself again why he was standing outside in the middle of the night in the worst cold he had ever felt this season. Of course, he knew well enough his fool reason for being out here, a basket of pastries and a skin of warm, spiced wine on his arm. All week he had stood out here every night, hoping to meet that barrack wife again. Since their first, and rather embarrassing on his part, encounter in the yard, he had been unable to banish the breeder from his thoughts. Those thoughts quickly stirred his loins and he had done what he had not for nearly a year and took one of the castle slaves to his bed. He had done so nearly every night this week while his apprentice was away and he was glad the youth was not around to rib him about it. After Verik had always scolded him for giving in to his baser urges when he should be studying every time he caught the young male fornicating instead of at his chores...No doubt he would have a good hearty laugh at his teacher for being unable to control himself. Curse it, the damned breeder was reducing him to little more than a hormonal fool!
Verik's mood continued to darken the longer he stood out there in the cold and he despaired of ever seeing the breeder again. He had seen hide nor hair of the slave since they had met that day, save for a few fleeting glimpses from the window of his library. He just could not understand this desperate need that seemed to have overtaken him to see the barrack wife again. Even with his first and only wife, he had not felt this intensity of emotion, this desperate need to be with her and he had loved her dearly. He had never taken another wife since her for the reason that no one had moved him as she had, but now...The feelings the breeder had roused in him was beyond the pleasant warmth of the love he had shared with his late wife. What he felt now burned in him like he had swallowed the sun; it was a chaotic inferno and even the slaves he took to his bed could cool it. In fact, it only seemed to exacerbate the problem.
“This is ridiculous. I can't believe I'm letting myself get worked up over a barrack wife!” Verik finally snapped, angry with himself and more than dissatisfied on several levels. He needed to leave and forget the breeder once and for all. He was not supposed to be associating himself with such a low ranked slave and besides, once the army moved on, the slave would go with them. He could not keep him with him, no matter how much he wished to. The old scholar heaved a great sigh and turned to leave the yard. No doubt he would spend the rest of the evening much like the others, first by emptying the wineskin and then another desperate attempt to slake the lust that damned barrack wife had rouse in him with that singular glance. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 24, 2012, 7:15pm
Trishka's lower back was aching something fierce that evening and the bitter cold hadn't helped matters much every time a soldier went in or out of the barrack he'd been staying in. When the door opened it let in gusts of icy wind and the breeder had to tighten his woolen shawl around his shoulders. He had been on all fours scrubbing the wooden floors with an old cloth and a pail of soapy water that had gone cold. The weight of the baby within him made the chore far more difficult than it needed to be and he wished they could have let another slave wash the floors and let him do something easier like make the beds or fold laundry. He dared not complain, however, grateful that he wasn't in back of the room where three soldiers were mercilessly raping another barrack wife. None of the soldiers had pestered him much for sex that week, finding his large belly cumbersome, though the other night one of them decided to take him anyway much to Trishka's dismay. It had hurt and the breeder had felt helpless sprawled out on his back while the soldier slammed into him for nearly an hour before he was sated. He still ached from it, having gotten no pleasure of his own. He didn't know what pleasure truly felt like; there was only pain and distress.
When he had nearly finished the entire floor another soldier strode in, leaving clumps of snow all over the floor Trishka had just scrubbed. The demon looked down at him and snarled, his large clawed toes tapping the wood irritably. "Best not let it melt all over the floor, slave, someone might slip. Clean it up." The demon then pushed past the breeder and Trishka scrambled on aching knees to wipe up the new mess. His tail lay limp on the floor behind him and he shivered, hating how cold it was by the doorway. A few soldiers sat by a table near the hearth drinking some ale and gambling with one another. They used a small bowl to toss their coppers into, now and then laughing or growling when one lost a wager.
"Is it just me or is it getting damned cold in here?" One of them complained, rubbing his arms and then looking towards the fire.
"We could use more wood in the fire. Slave, make yourself useful and go fetch us some more wood." One of them barked at Trishka, seeing that he was the only slave not being pounded into some surface at the moment and was already doing a chore.
The breeder nodded meekly, setting the cloth and pail aside as he slowly stood up. He brushed off his brown, patched up skirt trying to smooth away a few of the wrinkles. It was an outfit he wore when he had to do the dirtier jobs like cleaning out the chamber pots or scrubbing away other filth produced by the soldiers. He pulled his dark red shawl over his head to keep warm before heading out into the chilled night. He had already chopped much of the wood and it was stored outdoors in a small wooden shed in the yard, stacked up in great piles that were ready to take when needed. The wind on his face stung and he shivered miserably, preferring the indoors over the frosty outdoor elements. He could feel the baby inside him give a kick and his hand settled on his belly as he walked. His leather shoes crunched in the fresh layer of snow and soon he was away from the building. The further away he strode the darker it got, with only distant torches casting a bit of light.
A sound caught his ears then of someone talking in a flustered tone and he looked up, seeing a dark figure in the yard starting to move away. He froze in place a moment, wondering if it was one of the soldiers having a fit about something. He squinted his eyes as they began to adjust in the dim light. When he recognized the demon he had met a week earlier his eyes widened in complete befuddlement and surprise. What was that strange mage doing there in the dark and cold of night? Trishka felt his heart start to speed up and he tightened his grip around his shawl as his breaths came out a bit more shallow. He had never expected to see the old mage again after their first awkward encounter. There were some nights when he laid in bed and thought about the demon and those kind eyes. He often wondered why he had run off and not sated his desire, and why he apologized and seemed so benign. Part of him had wanted to see the demon again, but there was always that lingering fear and mistrust. Don't be afraid, he didn't hurt you the first time, he shouldn't hurt you now... Trishka thought to himself as he tried to muster up some courage.
"P-pardon sir..." He spoke hesitantly, slowly walking towards the demon but still keeping a safe distance. "W-what are you doing out here in the dark? It's cold and... and you seem upset." He didn't know why he was inquiring about the demon's present state, but he couldn't help but wonder. He noticed he had a basket and a skin of wine as well. It still made little sense why a court noble would be in such a place at such an hour. Perhaps he had been waiting for someone, but who? Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Sept 24, 2012, 8:06pm
Verik froze when heard that tremulous little voice again and he almost couldn't believe his ears. He slowly turned around, part of him fearing that he would see no one there, that his mind had finally descended into madness. When his gaze fell on the breeder and the breath he had not realized he'd been holding came out in a great whoosh. Once again, he felt breathless as he looked upon the slave. His mind was blank, empty of anything save for the delicate creature standing so unsure before him. All the words he wanted to say, the things he had planned to do...It was gone in that moment. Once again he could only stop and stare as that chaotic flame inside him banked higher and higher until he thought he would turn to ash on the spot.
“I...I-I was just...I mean...” He stammered uselessly, his tongue in knots. His hands curled into frustrated fists and he turned away, thoroughly disgusted with himself. He closed his eyes and bowed his head, suddenly glad of the cold. At least it was helping to keep him from making more of a fool of himself than he already was. For all his years and supposed wisdom, he was at a loss as to how to approach the slave. A castle slave was simple; they knew their place and it was expected that he would take his pleasure with them. A barrack wife...one considered less than nothing, garbage fit only for the rough use they were put through by the soldiers. Even cattle was more valued and nobles never sullied their hands with one. The rumors that would start if anyone even saw him here speaking to the slave...
“Be damned. I have not spent every night of the week out here for nothing.” Verik finally growled to himself and turned back around. He held himself straight, determination making him confident. He would treat this slave no different than any other. What was really the difference anyway.
“I would like you to come with me.” He spoke in that commanding tone he used to handle his apprentices. “Right now, follow me.” With that he turned and headed back towards the castle, to nearly hidden side door of the library. He did not look back to see if the slave obeyed him; he knew he would lose his nerve if he did. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 24, 2012, 9:09pm
Trishka waited for the demon to explain himself, but all the stranger could do was stutter and he seemed very nervous as he had been the first time they had met. It was odd seeing a court noble that seemed just as nervous and unsure as Trishka felt. The way the old demon looked at him with those gentle, wizened eyes made the breeder's cheeks grow warm and his stomach fluttered. He started to have a crazy thought then; was this mage here to see him? No. Surely it was a coincidence. Trishka was not worthy of a noble's glance, let alone to have one speak to him. It was pure chance that they crossed paths again.
When the old mage turned around Trishka thought he was going to leave him once again. That thought saddened him a bit since he was so curious about the stranger and it would plague him for another week to wonder who he was and why he was so shy around him. When the demon spoke again in a confident tone Trishka was completely surprised. He felt a mix of emotions then from excitement that the old demon wanted him to go with him somewhere to fear of all the unknowns. He had no idea what the demon's intentions were or why he would want to have a barrack wife anywhere near. Then there was the gripping fear of what the soldiers would do to him if he didn't return with their fire wood. The mage began to leave then and Trishka stood frozen, unsure of what choice he should make. If he refused a nobleman, perhaps his punishment would be even greater. He had no idea what would happen, but he wanted to know who this demon was and why he looked at him so intensely with those amazing eyes. He felt drawn to him despite all of his fears.
Tentatively he took a step forward, and then another and another until he finally caught up to the old mage, following him into a doorway. It was so warm inside and he realized he was in the castle somewhere. The library was so vast and beautiful; it looked so inviting with a nice warm fireplace and shelves full of books, and there were a few couches and chairs too. It was cozier than the barracks, he thought, tempted to go in further to see more of it and try one of the couches to rest his aching back. Yet despite his curiosity his anxieties still gnawed at him. If anyone caught him there surely his hide would be flayed. "S-sir? I-I'm not sure I should be here. I'm just a lowly barrack wife and... and they wanted firewood a-and... if I don't go back... t-they'll be angry." He fumbled with his words as the realization of what he was doing was sinking in. He had shirked off his duties to sneak off with a nobleman into the castle! It was surely a crime, and he was certain the consequences would be dire if he was caught. Yet he wanted to stay, he wanted to hear what the stranger had to say and know what he wanted. Why did he want him to come along? Why did the stranger desire him so? He stood beside the doorway with his hands tucked under his arms to keep them warm, shaking a bit both from being so chilled and so nervous. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Sept 24, 2012, 9:28pm
Verik felt a faint sense of relief when he heard those soft footsteps following closely behind him, but it was short lived when they reached the door and the slave hesitated. He put a voice to all the fears that were running through Verik's head. However, he had made it this far and he was not about to be thwarted now. He rounded on the barrack wife, summoning up his courage. “I outrank any soldier in that hall. If I command you to come inside, then you will do so. They cannot discipline you for following a noble's orders. Now, come inside.”
Verik held the door open wider and stood aside to let the breeder into the library, hoping that would be the end of it. If the breeder told him nay again, he knew he would let him go and that was the last thing he wanted. The old scholar would steal any time he could with the slave, no matter how little. Even an hour would be enough. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 24, 2012, 9:37pm
Trishka gave a little nod then, deciding to trust the demon's word that no harm would come to him. He stepped inside, feeling more of the room's warmth start to sink in and rid him of his chill. He lowered his shawl then and his soft teal hair fall free, framing his round face. "T-thank you sir." He said quietly, turning around to gaze at the stranger with his large, curious blue eyes. He then folded his hands over his lap as his tail curled behind his skirt as he wondered if the demon wanted to bed him, given the aroused state he had been in the first time they met. His cheeks darkened and his lowered his gaze, waiting for the demon to speak. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Sept 24, 2012, 10:42pm
Verik paused, taking a quick glance at the slave over his shoulder. “...You're welcome. Follow me upstairs, we'll be more comfortable there.” He removed his heavy cloak as he walked, leading the slave to his private apartment that was above the library. Really, it was little more than an attic with some dividers to break up the large space into rooms, but it was a cozy space. The walls were made half of wood and stone, the floors were dark polished wood. The ceiling was arched and high, making the space look quite large. There was only one window, right in the middle of the ceiling that took up a good deal of the space. It was stained glass in soft greens, yellows and blues of no particular image, just an abstract design to be pleasing to the eye. The furniture it in it was old and worn, since the one who had decorated it had been his wife. It showed in the little feminine touches here and there, a knick-knack, a painting. Verik had never bothered to redecorate it since it functioned as he needed it to.
He hung up his cloak and headed to the living area to stoke the large fireplace. The room was already nicely warmed from the coal heaters burning in the corners that had been set up by one of the houseslaves that tended his rooms. It was more to have something to do, since now that he had the slave where he wanted him, he was flustered again. “Why don't you sit down here and make yourself comfortable?” He spoke, his voice coming out gruffer than he meant it to. He gestured to one of the large couches which was covered in dark, coffee brown velvet. A rare luxury in Ruskov, one that had cost him dearly but had pleased his wife so. A knitted blanket in a lighter brown was draped across it and there were a few red pillows to accent it. “Will you give me your name, slave?” Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 24, 2012, 10:55pm
Trishka couldn't help but gape at everything in awe once he had followed the mage upstairs. The place was so lovely and inviting. When he turned his gaze up to the stained glass he studied it for a moment, finding it to be beautiful and imagining how it looked in the daylight when the sun illuminated all the colors. He had never been in such a nice place, save for that very short time when he was introduced to the demon who would have been his master. He would never forget the disgust on the face of the noble who had forsaken him and threw him to the soldiers to live out his days as a barrack wife. Had things been different, he could have lived in a nice estate and had a comfortable life serving the demon The thought saddened him and for a moment he wondered what his life could have been like if this man had purchased him instead.
Trishka was pulled from his reverie as the stranger offered him a seat. He gladly took it, feeling relief from the pains in his back as he leaned into the soft cushion behind him. When the demon asked for his name he did not hesitate to answer. "Trishka." He wanted to ask the demon what he was called too, but he knew it was not his place to ask questions. He was powerless and knew it was always best to let the free men say and do what they pleased, even if it was not to his benefit. He gazed at the mage silently, though his look was expectant as he rested his hands gently at his sides. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Sept 24, 2012, 11:16pm
“Trishka...” Verik murmured and turned to look back at the slave sitting on his couch. A smiled curled his lips, pleased as he was to finally have a name for the face that had been haunting him. “You may call me Verik, if you wish.” It was then that he remembered his basket and the wineskin and he quickly placed them on the table in front of the barrack wife. He pulled back the cloth covering the basket as he straightened back up again, revealing the sugared rolls, flaky jellied tarts and buttered scones filled with dried fruits and decadent almonds, which were so rare to find in the winter country.
“Are you hungry? I don't imagine they feed you well.” Verik gestured absently to the basket of pastries. He remained where he was standing in front of the fire, nervously fidgeting with the cloth in his hands. “You can help yourself. I brought these for you, I wasn't sure what you would like...I mean, if you don't care for sweets, I can always send for something else. A-and there's wine there. It's not very strong, but it's still warm...” He clamped his mouth shut then, embarrassed at the way he rambled, but he could not seem to help himself. When he looked into those soft, gentle blue eyes, his good sense seem to flee him. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 24, 2012, 11:39pm
Trishka studied the demon as he revealed his own name. "Very nice to meet you... Verik." He said softly, remembering his manners, though it felt strange to be allowed to use the mage's name rather than 'sir' or 'master.' When the old demon revealed the decadent treats in the basket and the warm wine Trishka felt something he had not felt in a very long time, or perhaps ever. "Y-you bought these for me...? That is so very kind of you. I-I don't know what to say. Thank you." The breeder was almost in disbelief. No one had ever given him anything, and when it came to meals he was lucky to get a bowl of gruel three times a day and a piece of stale bread to go with it, or some watery soup with a few pieces of turnip or carrots in it. His eyes began to brim with tears as he reached out to take one of the pastries to give it a taste. It was so delicious and sweet, sweet like the old mage with those kind eyes. So far this 'Verik' fellow was indeed proving himself to be as gentle and friendly as he looked.
Trishka found himself gobbling the first pastry up, licking his fingers and even plucking the crumbs up that fell onto his bulging belly. He was so used to being hungry and going without that he didn't realize just how famished he was. He hadn't eaten since the afternoon, and he had been doing chores the entire day. "Mmm this is so delicious. I've never had anything so good before. Y-you should have some too, else I might eat them all." He smiled for the first time in front of the old demon as he reached for a second pastry and eyed the wineskin next. He reached for it, opened it then sipped from it, feeling the wine warm him up from the inside. It was so tasty and it soothed his stomach, helping push away any lingering anxieties he may have had. "I must be in a dream, this all can't be happening. Maybe I fell asleep while I was doing my chores again." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Sept 24, 2012, 11:57pm
Verik felt himself relax, unable to help but share in the breeder's delight over something so simple as a basket of sweets. Then again, he supposed Trishka had never even seen one let alone been allowed to eat them. “It's alright, I'm not hungry. Please take as many as you like.” He replied softly. It was plain by how thin the breeder was that he was not fed properly and Verik felt a warmth spread through him at knowing he had provided the slave with something needful. He finally set aside the cloth he had been twisting in his hands and walked around the table to join Trishka on the soft couch. He sat on the end, keeping a distance between them. He feared spooking the slave. That last thing he wanted was to upset this small happiness.
“I feel a little as if I'm dreaming as well.” He murmured, then chuckled softly at himself. Someone his age, saying such a fanciful thing! Still, as he watched the breeder happily eat the pastries, he could not deny the truth in those words. That smile lit up the breeder's face and warmed the old scholar. He wanted to reach out and touch that smile. He wanted to cup Trishka's cheek and see if he could not catch that smile with his own lips when he kissed him. He did none of those things, however, simply contented himself with sitting and watching. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 25, 2012, 12:11am
Trishka watched as Verik came and sat on the couch, noticing the distance left between them. This demon truly is a gentleman, he mused to himself as he washed down a third pastry with more wine. Finally he leaned back and relaxed, feeling satisfied and content. This was far better than carrying heavy wood into the barrack only to have the soldiers order him around or berate him. "Were you..." He began, pausing a moment as he wondered if it was appropriate to ask what had been on his mind since he arrived at the mage's home. Against his better judgement he decided to ask anyway since Verik seemed friendly enough. "Were you waiting out in the cold hoping to see me?" He finally asked, turning his head so he could look at the old mage. "You said you bought these for me, and you were out in the yard where we met a week ago. How did you know I would be out there? You must have been freezing..." His cheeks suddenly darkened then as he realized the implications of it all. Perhaps this demon really did fancy him somehow. That would explain the way he drank him in with his eyes, and the day he pitched a tent in his robes, or the nervousness he displayed. Plus there was the fact Trishka was invited in to have some treats in his home. Perhaps the old male wanted something in return. Trishka felt his heart speed up again, knowing there was only one thing he had to give and one thing males typically wanted.
"I-if you would like I can repay your kindness..." His voice was tiny when he said it and he looked away shyly. He didn't think Verik was a brute that would rape him as the soldiers did, so perhaps if the old demon wanted to have a go with him it wouldn't be so bad. He wasn't unpleasing to look upon despite his age. Trishka looked back up at him again, resting his hands in his lap and looking a little nervous once again. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Sept 25, 2012, 9:02pm
Verik did not reply to Trishka's question, but looked away instead. To have it said aloud only embarrassed him further, that another should notice his foolishness. His eyes slowly slid back to the slave sitting beside him, once again taking in the lovely sight he made, warm and relaxed with a spark of happiness in his beautiful blue eyes. Oh, what he would give to always see that look! It dazed him like a warhammer to the head. So distracted was he that he did not understand the soft words that came out of the breeder next. He nearly choked when he realized what Trishka was offering him and he looked away again.
"W-what? No, no, I did not bring you here for that!" He protested vehemently. "I just...The pleasure of your company is what I wanted, that's all. Besides, I'm an old man and you're so young...I could never force myself upon you." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 25, 2012, 9:16pm
Trishka looked at Verik surprised. No man had ever simply desired his company and he couldn't help but smile. "You may be old, but you are... different." He said gently as he turned on the couch to face the demon, still leaning into the cushioned back and making himself comfortable. "A noble mage wanting the company of a lowly barrack wife, and one bulging with child. Very curious, but I-I'm glad you wanted to see me again. You're the first person to ever treat me kindly and be considerate. I didn't know there were men like that. All I have known are brutes and demons that only see me as a series of enjoyable holes..." His eyes lowered then and he ran a hand over his belly, not knowing why he was telling Verik such things. He had never had anyone to talk to save for other barrack wives. It was different talking to this old demon; he felt he could trust him. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Sept 25, 2012, 9:25pm
Verik frowned at that, wondering if he had guessed at Trishka's age wrongly. He knew the breeder was young, that much was obvious. He could not be that young, however, that he had never had a master. "Your master, he was...cruel?" He asked carefully, watching the young slave. "When did he turn you out to be a barrack wife?" Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 25, 2012, 10:07pm
Trishka frowned slightly at Verik's question and his hands clenched his belly a bit harder as he thought about how to answer it without turning into a sobbing mess. It was very personal and the breeder was ashamed and afraid to talk about what had happened, but this old demon cared enough to ask. He looked up at Verik then, his eyes watering slightly as he worked up the courage to answer him. "Almost two years ago I was bought and I had met my master for the first time. He was a nobleman living in a very beautiful estate and I was in my white gown, excited and nervous at the same time to finally have a master. I had gone into his chambers to finally reveal myself, yet after I took off my veil and clothing he was repulsed by me and angry that he had wasted his money. Immediately after that he had me sent to the barracks. It all happened so fast... that day I lost my innocence to a group of soldiers rather than the man who had purchased me. I may as well say I never had a master since I had been with him for all of a minute or two." The tears were falling then, unwanted and unbidden. Trishka quickly reached up to wipe his eyes with his sleeves, not wanting Verik to see him that way. "He thought I was hideous and... I am..." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Sept 25, 2012, 10:24pm
Verik gaped at Trishka, barely able to believe what he was hearing. "You? He truly thought you ugly? Surely you jest, little one. That or your lord was either blind or simple. You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen..." His eyes softened and he reached out to gently wipe the tears from Trishka's cheek. "That anyone could look upon you without being struck dumb from the overwhelming loveliness you present is beyond my ken." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 25, 2012, 10:33pm
Trishka looked up into Verik's eyes, his own full of sorrow. When the demon said he was beautiful his cheeks grew darker and the feel of Verik's fingers wiping away his tears soothed him; it was such a small but sweet gesture. His hand was warm and gentle. Why did this demon care about him so much? It puzzled him that Verik couldn't see how ugly he was. If he only knew what lay beneath his skirt, then he would realize it. Even the soldiers were disturbed by how large his cock was despite being a breeder. He was admittedly larger than a few of them. "I'm not normal for a breeder..." He sniffed and said it softly, his face heating up with embarrassment. "I have a deformity of sorts..." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Sept 25, 2012, 10:44pm
"Deformity?" Verik gave Trishka a puzzled frown as he looked him over. As far as he could see, there was naught wrong with the breeder. "You will have to point it out for me, little one, for I see nothing wrong about you." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 25, 2012, 10:56pm
Trishka nodded. "A certain part of me is bigger than it should be." He turned his eyes downward in shame. "It's not becoming for a breeder to be made in such a way. I think that was what upset my master the most. I shouldn't have even brought it up. I'm sorry, I'm spoiling the good evening we've had. I'm sure you have better stories to tell." He said in such a soft voice, if it hadn't been so quiet in the room Verik may not have heard him. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Sept 25, 2012, 11:17pm
"You're not spoiling anything." Verik reassured him, pulling his hand back to his side. He was still puzzled over what Trishka could possibly be so self-conscious about. As far as he could see, the only thing big about him was his belly, but that could hardly be helped. "My life has hardly been interesting, child. I've no doubt it would bore you to tears if I went on about it. I've been the court mage since I was old enough to take the position and an apprentice before that." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 25, 2012, 11:23pm
Trishka listened to Verik intently, finding himself drawn to the mage as he spoke. He still found everything to be too surreal, being in a noble's home as a guest treated with respect. Verik was treating him even better than a master would treat his slave. There were still so many questions he had and he looked around the room again, noticing then that something was missing. "This is such a lovely place, yet it doesn't seem that you have a wife or children, or even a slave. Are you all alone here?" Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Sept 26, 2012, 12:13am
"I am. I chose to be, after my wife died." Verik shrugged. He had stopped mourning long ago, but he had just not been motivated to settle down with a mate and go about the business of making children. "She was a warrior and died in battle before we had any children. It was the sort of death she would have wanted, although I regret that it came so soon." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 26, 2012, 12:24am
"O-oh! I am sorry for your loss." Trishka said quickly, worried he may have touched upon a sad topic for the mage, though he didn't see as much emotion as he would have expected. "She must have been very strong and brave. She was lucky to have a good husband like you, I'm sure you were good to her. Perhaps you'll find another wife someday and have a family?" He asked, wondering why the old demon stayed alone for so long.
"Unlike me, you don't have to be alone forever." He smiled sadly then rubbed his belly, looking down at the bulge there as the sadness returned to his eyes. When my baby is born they are going to dump him out in the forest someplace to freeze to death. This poor child will never know what it is like to live. He was silently mulling over that depressing reality when he felt the baby kick for a moment. It only made him feel worse, having carried the little innocent life within himself for almost two full years. It was such a shame...
"If I had a master, I would have loved to have given him many sons. I always dreamed of having a big family." The breeder looked wistful then, knowing that none of it mattered anymore. He likely wouldn't survive much longer himself. In a way that would be merciful. Then he would no longer have to suffer the rapes, the beatings and the abuse; he'd be a free spirit. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Yesterday at 7:31pm
Verik fell silent after that. He could easily imagine the slave as a mother to a large brood; it was an image that suited the breeder perfectly. However, it would never be. He knew well enough what happened to the babes of barrack wives, having seen the cruelties inflicted enough times. The child wasn't always just abandoned in the woods; sometimes especially cruel soldiers would kill it in front of the mother just after he had given birth to it, usually while raping the poor breeder. It disgusted him, but after a while he had learned to ignore it. He was not so sure he could ignore it if it happened to Trishka, however.
He stood up suddenly, upset by his train of thought, and turned away from the slave. “I have to go attend to something...but you can stay here. Rest here as long as you like. You may even use my bed if you wish. I know you probably don't even get a pallet on the floor...” He hesitated, glancing back down into Trishka's sweet face and cursing their circumstances. If only he had been able to be the one to buy the slave first...He turned away and headed to the door. “Good night, Trishka. Thank you for giving me your company.” Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Today at 11:41am
Trishka looked up at Verik as he turned away, feeling a tinge of sadness and anxiety that the kind demon would be leaving him so soon. He supposed Verik had many things to do as a court mage, and he was lucky to have had time with him at all. "O-okay. Thank you Verik, for everything." He smiled warmly, truly grateful to the old demon for giving him a brief respite from the usual life of pain and grief he endured day in and day out.
When the mage had finally left him, Trishka looked to the basket of pastries on the table, unable to help himself as he snatched another out and started eating it, this time a bit more slowly to savor the taste and textures of it. He leaned back against the couch and let his eyes close as he relaxed, feeling the stress drain out of him. For a moment he wondered what it would be like to make such delightful pastries. He knew how to bake bread for the soldiers, if only he had someone to teach him. He would bake these little treats and hide them for the other barrack wives. It would be so nice to have a little something special, even if he didn't have all the fancy ingredients; sugar would be enough, and maybe some honey to make a glaze...
When he finished the pastry he took another sip of the warm, spiced wine, knowing not to drink too much for the baby's sake. He then got up and stretched, looking around the place curiously and finding himself glancing at the various things displayed here and there until finally he came upon Verik's bed. It felt almost sinful to think about sleeping in a noble's bed, especially in his filthy working dress. The breeder looked around to make sure no one was lurking about before he decided to take off his clothes, leaving on only his thin, white under dress for modesty's sake. Trishka folded up the rest of his clothes to set them aside on the floor. Verik gave him permission to sleep in his bed, and the aching, tired breeder could not pass up such a kind offer, not with his belly so large with child. There was a fatigue that set in deep within his bones from the hard work and constant torment of dealing with the soldier's needs everyday; he was so tired and weary. He crawled in under the warm covers and snuggled against Verik's pillow, inhaling deeply and catching the demon's scent. It was somehow soothing and Trishka had never felt the blissful comfort of a nice bed. It wasn't long before the breeder dozed off, completely at peace for the first time in his short life. Author’s Note: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I counted it in Word and it’s a nice 43 pages, so it should give you all plenty to chew on until the next update ;) onichan01 and I really love our Ruskovin demons, they’re so colorful and unique looking compared to the other kinds of demons we’ve played so far. I’m also really enjoying the Medieval fantasy feel of Ruskov, especially since my favorite series of books is The Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin, and I know onichan01 is also reading some books in that genre lately. Also I should note, when Ruskovins speak in the common tongue that's when the characters use broken English (think Russian accent), when they speak their own tongue their speech is normal. I’ll be working on posting new Character Sheets for all of our Ruskies on DA and story scene pictures to the snapshot tumblr. I am really behind on the illustrated chapters and I do apologize for that! I have to post all of the pics for chapters 5-15 plus most of Elysium too, so please be patient with me! Lastly, we will have a new chapter of Elysium coming up soon for you guys so you won’t have to wait another 6 months to get your fix. We also started a “Hell and Elysium Drabbles” RP which is basically side-stories of things we would have liked to play in the main RP, or scenes that we may insert into the main stories down the road. I’m thinking of posting that too, but it would contain spoilers or stuff you’d wind up seeing anyway. What do you guys think? Would you like the read the drabbles? xD Supporting Hell and Elysium Character & Scene Imagery: http://otaku-no-bijutsu.deviantart.com/gallery/33853739