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The Assassin
Hell Chapter 16: The Assassin Roleplay by onichan01 and Otaku1811
Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 16, 2012, 11:41am
Though he would never admit it, having so many mouths to feed was taxing on the pale demon. He worried that his food stores would not last through the winter and wondered how much longer his royal guests would stay and continue to use up his supplies and bed his slaves. The only good part about it all was the money; they had plenty of it to spare and every coin would buy Frollo and his slaves all the things they needed when spring came and travel was not so difficult. Yet despite all of that, there was the lingering anxiety that any one of those men would get bored of the twins and want to take Lanari to bed next. He had tried his best to keep the breeder back in the kitchen cooking or cleaning, away from their prying eyes. However, he and the twins alone could not properly serve everyone without the added help, so Frollo could not keep Lanari out of sight all the time. The only peace of mind he had was that Ivan seemed to show no interest in Lanari since their confrontation several nights ago. The mage seemed far more interested in Natalia after having bed the red breeder several times.
Once everyone's bellies were full and several mugs of ale had been drained, the soldiers began to clamor for something more. The dance pit had quickly become popular among Drogan's men and Natasha decided to be the first that night to show off, mostly for the prince. He had taken a bit of a fancy to Drogan, though he had also gotten to experience Ivan and several others of his guards. The prince was the best in bed so far of all of them, and he hoped to win the demon's favor again that night. He locked his golden eyes on the prince, smiling beneath his white veil. That evening he wore a simple red cotton dress with a white apron wrapped about his curvy waist. It was nothing fancy, given that he was in the kitchen cleaning and cooking as much as he was in the main hall serving and entertaining.
Knowing what the guests wanted next, Frollo had taken out his lute, having had plenty of years to learn how to play once he settled down with Lanari. His claws grazed over the strings delicately pulling the melodies from them as the red breeder began to sway and entice all those who watched. His skirts rippled around him as he gracefully moved in the pit of sand at the center of the dining hall. Now and then Natasha would lift his skirts slightly and reveal a bare ankle, making the prince's men hoot and holler for more. They loved it even better when Natalia joined in and the twins danced together, perfectly in tune with one another. Natasha had no doubt that his dancing would create another hunger in the demons that watched. He enjoyed knowing that he at least had that much power over the strong males. Natasha eyed prince Drogan time and time again, wondering how hard he was making the demon's cock and if he was making the royal man ache with need. He slid his hands behind his hair, lifting his arms and white locks to reveal a glimpse of the white fur on the back of his neck, gaining even more howls of pleasure from the crowd before letting his hair cascade back down over it.
Ivan watched as the slave danced, mesmerized by his grace and also the subtle erotic movements that made much of his blood go from one head to the other. He had already called dibs on Natalia for that evening, but he enjoyed Natasha just as much. The slaves looked exactly alike, but their personalities were very unique and each one had a different demeanor in bed. Natasha was a bit on the wild side, enjoying a rough ride and a good tumble for hours on end, whereas Natalia was more about taking his time and letting the pleasure build to a crescendo with his skill and grace between the sheets. He took a bite from a greasy goose leg and smiled a bit as he chewed, already imagining what he would do to Natalia when they were alone later on. "I think I'm going to miss this place when we have to move on." He said to Drogan after swallowing his food and wiping the juice from his lips.
Soon all the men in the tavern were clapping and singing to the music, urging the breeder to dance for them even more. The only one who did not seem to care or share in their merriment was the stranger at the far end of the table closest to the doorway, the scarred demon clad all in black. His eyes seemed dull as he stared into his mug. Occasionally he stole a glance at the prince and his raucous group; his face giving no expression to betray his thoughts. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 17, 2012, 7:59pm Drogan had enjoyed himself greatly the past week despite being snowed in. The little town had been hiding quite a gem in its midst in the form of the little inn and he lamented a little the end of the blizzard that had kept them trapped. The townspeople had been courteous as well and he had enjoyed getting to know his people better. He had always felt more of a bond with the commoners than the royals at court. At least they still had a few more days left while the streets were being cleared and they had to return to the original task that had sent them out of the castle walls in winter. His men were certainly in no hurry to leave either, all enjoying the good food and spirits of their host as well as the lithe red minxes that entertained them now. He had sampled both during his stay and had found Natasha more to his liking than his rather sedate brother. The slave was a charming flirt, easy with his smiles and not afraid to joke with him or his soldiers. He was also wild and adventurous in the bedroom, which Drogan enjoyed of the slaves he bedded, as well as very enthusiastic. The slave could not get enough of his cock, it seemed, and the prince was more than happy to share.
Natalia, on the other hand, was more subtle in his flirtations. He teased gently, using his body to better advantage than his twin in order to entice and make it apparent that he was available for a nice roll in the sheets. He had a way of looking at a man that made the blood rush from his head to his cock in short order, his orange eyes burning like hot coals. Followed by the rolling purr of his voice in an ear and any male was done for. He was just as enthusiastic as his twin, but he liked to take his time in sharing pleasure, fanning the sparks of passion into roaring flames and Drogan always found himself wonderfully spent at the end. The twins both had their merits and Drogan would miss them as much as the delicious pies that Lanari baked up everyday.
“I will miss this place.” Drogan agreed with his companion Ivan, his eyes still following the serpentine movements of the slave in the dance pit with an easy smile on his lips. His cock was already beginning to stretch the front of his breeches, but the need was not too great yet. He was happy to just sit and enjoy his ale while Natasha danced, comforted by the knowledge that he would have the slave howling beneath him later. He could tell by sultry glances Natasha was giving that the slave was counting on that as well and he leaned back in his chair, spreading his knees so the breeder could see just what he was doing to him. The bulge in his breeches was becoming quite sizable. “I will especially miss the company of those two. If I did not think they would just be ruined at the castle, I would purchase them. Perhaps we can alter the route we usually take when we travel to the coast for the summer and stop here again. Better yet, see if Frollo would be open to letting me rent his slaves for that season. I wouldn't mind having them around the house and they'd be out of my father's reach.”
“Enjoying yourself, my lord?” Natalia appeared at Ivan's side, carrying a pitcher in order to refill their cups. The slave cast Ivan a teasing look, reaching down with his free hand to trail the tip of a finger along the webbed edge of the mage's ear. The breeder had developed a fondness for red-skinned noble and would have liked to touch him more brazenly if allowed. The male had proven himself to be an excellent lover and although he did not match the Prince in size, he was much more finessed, seeming to enjoy the foreplay as much as the fucking, where Drogan usually lacked the patience. A quick, hard fuck was enjoyable sometimes, but Natalia preferred to play a little longer. “Is there any way I can serve you?”
“You can serve me over here, beauty.” Drogan smirked, reaching across Ivan to drag Natalia around and onto his knee. The breeder squeaked in surprise and nearly spilled the ale he carried. The prince only grinned, taking Natalia's free hand and guiding it down between his legs, molding it around his thickening cock. Natalia's eyes flashed with heat as he looked back up at the prince, acquiescing to the manipulation. He smiled beneath his veil as he squeezed and palmed the blunt tool in his delicate hand, bringing a throaty groan of satisfaction from the royal. Drogan cast a look at the breeder's twin over his head and smirked. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 17, 2012, 11:03pm "Frollo is pretty protective of his slaves... Eh, don't ask me how I know." Ivan grinned, mulling over Drogan's idea to 'rent' the innkeeper's slaves for the summer. It definitely had its appeal. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind parting with the twins for a few months if we paid him enough. From what I've heard from the locals they are the heart of his business here. I don't doubt it, I'd come here every day too to spend time with them, especially his sweet Natalia." He spoke the last part loud enough for the approaching breeder to hear, giving the lovely creature a sultry gaze. "Why hello sweetling."
When Natalia was at his side he reached behind him to stroke the base of his tail gently, knowing he liked it. As the breeder touched his sensitive ear it gave him a pleasurable sensation, making his already hardened cock swell a little more in his pants. His clawed toes curled against the floor in delight and his long furry tail began to sway as he prepared to pull Natalia down onto his lap. Drogan beat him to the punch however, and his mouth fell open in dismay for a brief moment before he caught himself. "Now, now don't hog him all to yourself!" He huffed, reaching out for Natalia's hand that had the pitcher of ale in it. He took the pitcher from him and set it on the table, then took the breeder's free hand in his own, moving closer to Drogan on the wooden bench and pressing Natalia's palm against his groin. "Two hands, twice the fun." He chuckled, expecting the breeder to rub him up as well.
Natasha watched their fun from where he swayed and danced in the pit. Jealousy and lust flashed across his fiery eyes and he felt himself growing hard and wet as he watched the way his twin was sandwiched between the prince and his mage. He wished he could have been in that position and he reached out, making a sexual gesture with his hand in a rubbing motion in mid-air, smiling wickedly at Drogan from afar. The breeder then hatched another idea, slipping his hands behind his back to undo the bow in his apron. He slipped it off slowly and teasingly, using it as part of his dance. He twirled around with it and ran it against his body in various risqué gestures before dancing out of the pit towards the prince. He waved it around in front of him before finally tossing it onto Drogan's head and prancing back to the pit giggling as he went. A few of the men in the room started to laugh, amused by the slave's playful games.
"Now if only that was his undergarments." Ivan laughed, amused by Natasha's little game. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 17, 2012, 11:39pm Natalia was more amused by the attention of the royal and the noble than anything as he cupped and fondled his mage the way he liked. He grew excited as he stroked Ivan through the thin cloth of his breeches and it was hard to resist the urge to lean forward and nibble on one of his webbed ears or trace the edge with his tongue, something he had quickly learned drove his temporary lover crazy. There was plenty to distract him, however, with his hands full of two very virile and aroused male. Although one was decidedly more of a handful than the other...
Drogan's grin widened at the jealousy he saw brewing in Natasha's eyes, then laughed out loud at the crude gesture the slave made. So few breeders would be so bold and Natasha's brazen ways amused him as well as excited him. When Natasha altered his dance, Drogan's smile faded a little as lust began to overtake him. His hips shifted against Natalia's skilled hand and his gaze grew heated. The way Natasha moved was reminiscent of the way he had performed behind his bedroom door and the memory was making his blood run hot. He growled low in his throat as his arousal grew and just when he was ready to reach out and simply bend the breeder over the bench right there, he suddenly found the apron draped across his head. He reached up and yanked it off in time to see Natasha flee, laughing as he went.
“Little minx!” Drogan growled, amusement flashing in his eyes as he jumped to his feet. Natalia nearly tumbled to the floor, but just barely managed to catch his balance by grabbing onto Ivan. He clung to the man as he looked back over his shoulder to see his twin being slung over the prince's broad shoulder like a sack of meal. His hand was under his skirt, cupping his bared rump to hold him in place. Drogan did not seem to care that he was exposing so much of the slave to view, instead seemed to find humor in the catcalls that rang out as he strode across the room to mount the stairs.
“I'll teach you to tease your prince, you brazen hussy.” Drogan grinned as he climbed up the steps to his room. His large hand shifted, palming one of Natasha's firm, and pleasantly plump, rump cheeks. “You'll be limping out of my room come morning.” Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 18, 2012, 12:06am Natasha gave a surprised and joyful shriek as the prince came after him and swept him off his feet. He could feel the cool tavern air on his bare backside and his face grew hot in a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. "Oh my prince, you are a beast!" He giggled, reaching a hand down to playfully pet the base of Drogan's tail.
When Drogan got up to chase down the breeder, Ivan grabbed Natalia in his arms, pulling the breeder fully onto his lap and leaning in to kiss his neck. "Your brother was asking for it." He purred, seeing how Drogan took the slave over his shoulder and exposed a good bit of his best part for all to see before carrying him off. "I think we should follow along with the prince's lead, don't you?" He grinned, hefting Natalia up in his strong arms and making haste for the stairwell as the men cheered them on, many envious and wishing Frollo had more sets of hot twins to play with.
Frollo shook his head and smiled, glad all of his patrons were enjoying themselves and happy his twins were getting along so well with the prince and his mage. He continued to play his lute, looking around for Lanari and hoping to serenade the breeder as the rest of the men continued their eating, drinking, and merriment. He noticed the man at the end of the table who hadn't so much as cracked a smile all evening. The stranger then stood up and approached him, causing the demon to pause in his playing.
"I need a room for the night." He said gruffly, tossing Frollo some coin that he managed to catch.
"Ah, upstairs down the hall on the left is our last available room. Enjoy your stay sir." He said politely as he took the man's coin and watched him stalk towards the stairs and vanish from sight. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 18, 2012, 12:43am “I think that is a wise course of action.” Natalia agreed, his stomach fluttering as Ivan hefted him up in his arms. He smiled under his veil and slid his arms around the mage's neck, his hand again teasing an ear. He mourned the end of the storm and that he would have only a few more days at best with the red-skinned noble. Tonight he would make extra sure that the male never forgot him when he left.
Drogan threw his giggling prize down on the bed when they were safely ensconced in his room. He wasted no time in pouncing on the breeder, pulling the veil off and tossing it away so he could lay claim to those luscious lips. He thrust his tongue into Natasha's mouth with a groan, struggling to remove the plain dress the slave wore. He finally just yanked it and the underdress up over Natasha's head and threw it to the floor before crushing him under his lips again.
“Mmm, I am going to miss you when I go, little minx.” He purred as he bent his head down to flick his tongue over a dark red nipple. He suckled at it, his clawed hand going to tease the other one into peaked fullness. Although he was loathe to leave the task, eventually he had to sit up in order to remove his own clothing. His tunic and breeches were gone in short order, along with his boots, and soon his large body was pressing between Natasha's long, shapely legs. His large hands gripped each thick thigh and spread him wide to make room for his cock, which would soon be berthed in the sultry slave's waiting hole.
Drogan groaned throatily as he pushed inside and the tight, wet heat of Natasha slowly encased every sizable inch he had to offer. The slave was stretched so taut around him, squeezing and drawing him in deeper and deeper. He hooked his hands under the slave's knees and pushed them back, spreading him wider and wider until Natasha's ankles rested by his ears on the bed and Drogan had him in the perfect position to start drilling him with his cock. The leverage let him plunge in as deeply as he wanted to and before long the bed was rocking, the headboard slamming repeatedly against the wall with the noise accompanied by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the prince's satisfied moans. His heavy balls rubbed against Natasha's pleasingly round ass every time he plunged in, adding to the stimulation. “Aaah, my beauty, I'm going to fill you to bursting...” He panted heavily, sweat beading on his skin and trickling down, making his skin look studded in emeralds. “By frost, you fit so well around my cock. Nnnh, my darling, I'm almost...” Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 18, 2012, 10:09am Natasha was loving how Drogan got right down to business. He marveled at his gorgeous teal colored skin and those thick, well-trained muscles that showed what a fine warrior he surely was. Every kiss seared his lips and made him moan into the prince's eager mouth as his hands explored his body, wanting to feel them connect as one. He got his wish soon enough and cried out in delight as Drogan came deeply inside of him, pounding him into pure ecstasy. "Ahh yes my prince! Fill me with that huge cock~" He panted, digging his fingers into Drogan's vibrant orange hair.
The red incubus was on the verge of orgasm as he felt Drogan's balls stimulating his sensitive rear and the friction going on within his heated sheath. "Ahhh my prince!" He cried as his own seed spilled onto his belly and an intense wave of pleasure rippled through him. He had hoped his dancing would entice the prince to pick him over his twin, and he got exactly what he wanted. "Nnnn more, more!" He panted, bucking his hips up against Drogan as much as he could. "You can take my other hole too if you like. I'm nice and tight for you." He purred, enjoying a rough tumble there as well despite the convenience of his breeding hole. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 19, 2012, 12:06am "Aye, and ruined for anyone else after I have you." Drogan chuckled breathlessly, feeling a tingle run up his spine at the way the breeder tightened around him when he came. Natasha was a lurid sight of wantoness, bent nearly in half under the prince with his own seed dripping down his bright red skin. Drogan thrust his hips hard a few more times and came himself, filling the slave as he promised. His cock was still dribbling seed when he pulled out of Natasha's gaping, overflowing hole. The prince took a moment to admire his handiwork and wonder if the next time he returned to the this inn, and he would return, if the slave would be sporting a much larger belly. Given how many times he had pumped the breeder full with his cock, it would not surprise him. The thought was enticing and he plunged his cock back into the breeder's tight sheath. He released his hold on Natasha's legs and wrapped them around his waist instead so he could have his hands free to explore the slave's lush body.
"Aaah, Natasha...would that I could take you with me when I go." He groaned as he rocked his hips at a more sedate pace, ready to take his time now that he had spent himself once. His body was in a less urgent state and he could enjoy the breeder under him more. He went back to sharing those heated kisses with Natasha, his lips exploring, his tongue mimicking the motions between their hips. His hands gripped Natasha's rear again, squeezing and kneading the plump flesh. He would definitely be taking up Natasha on his offer for that hole. Perhaps after he had also sampled his mouth..."Mmm, you feel so good, my beauty..." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 19, 2012, 10:05pm Natasha giggled and his golden eyes gazed intently up at Drogan. "I don't mind, you're one of the best I've had truth be told. Of course, you're my prince so I would expect nothing less." The breeder licked his lips then as Drogan pumped in and out harder and finally spent his seed inside of him. He loved that warm feeling that came when the demon did and his muscles reflexively tightened on his thick cock. He pouted when the demon pulled out, but was relieved as Drogan soon came back inside of him. He felt more relaxed then and with his legs wrapped around his prince's waist he was quite comfortable.
"I wish I could go with you. I've been in this village most of my life and I would love to see the palace. I know I can't though, I'm needed here and you probably have many lovely slaves of your own to enjoy, hm?" He gave Drogan a sly grin, wondering how many pretty things the prince had to stick his cock into. He reached up then, caressing Drogan's face and admiring how gentle his eyes were. He stroked one of his webbed ears next, enjoying his little tactile exploration of his lover. "Will you ever come back? I'd like to see you again someday. Don't ever forget me." He purred, leaning up to give the demon a gentle kiss as Drogan moved inside of him at a gentler pace. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 20, 2012, 11:53am "Mmm, there are many castle slaves. My father regularly refreshes the stock, he tires easily of having the same wenches over and over again." Drogan replied between kisses, his lips exploring whatever smooth bit of ruby skin he could reach in his position. Although he was never really cruel with the slaves, he could not help the way he had been raised, to think of them as mere property to be used. His tongue soon went back to teasing nipples while Natasha teased his ear. The motion sent a pleasant tingle up his spine and he thrust his hips harder against the slave briefly. "And you can rest assured, my beauty, that I will definitely be coming back here. I could hardly stay away for too long from such a pleasing slave. If I didn't think my father would ruin you, I would buy you off from your master myself."
He bit lightly down on one cherry nipple, bruising it with his teeth before he flicked his tongue across it. The ripe piece of flesh was a little swollen now after all his abuse and he turned to inflict the same on the other. His hands lifted Natasha's hips, adjusting their position so he could drive in deeper with his slow, languorous strokes. "I think I'll make due with having you while I can...Until the roads clear enough for us to leave, you will share my bed only. I'll make sure they are very long nights, little one..." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 20, 2012, 9:38pm Natasha sucked in a heated breath as Drogan toyed with his sensitive nipples. Already his body was craving another romp as the demon on top of him continued to move inside of him, making his heated flesh grow hotter still. "I wouldn't want to be used up and...ah!" He paused mid-sentence, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over him as Drogan pumped a bit harder "...replaced or set aside at the palace. I'm better off here, my prince. I'll look forward to your visits though... nnn..." He purred, feeling himself grow hot and bothered again as Drogan told him he'd be exclusively his until he left. He looked forward to those long nights they'd spend, knowing this was going to be one of them. He had no intention of sleeping anytime soon and he knew he had as much stamina as the prince did.
The two had made love for most of the night, finally wearing each other out just a few hours before dawn. Natasha had barely had the energy to get up and blow out all but one of the oil lanterns before he collapsed back onto the bed, sore but incredibly satisfied. The two laid disheveled and entangled in the sheets, Natasha snuggled up against Drogan's broad chest as they slept peacefully.
The entire tavern was quiet with only the crackle of the dying hearth fire in the main hall. There was not a soul to be found at any of the tables and all of the rooms upstairs were occupied with Drogan's men asleep in their beds. Only one demon remained awake, his mind completely sharp as he focused on the task at hand. He had waited patiently for the the right time to slip out of his room and have a private audience with Drogan. Silently he crept from his room and slid along the hallway wall, moving towards the prince's room carefully. Every creek in the wood caught his ears as he moved and made his teeth clench. His eyes darted around and he paused to listen, making sure he heard nothing. There was only the constant thrum of his own heart beating in his chest and the slight crunch of leather as he gripped the hilt of his dagger hidden beneath his cloak. The demon's other arm slid along Drogan's door and slowly he opened it. It made a creaking noise that made him grimace as he silently crept inside.
Without hesitating he unsheathed his dagger, his eyes locking on Drogan and the wench as they slept. He moved closer, raising his blade ready to deliver a blow that would keep the prince silent. Your father will be next, he thought to himself as he swung the blade downward. History was about to be made... Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 21, 2012, 9:28pm Drogan fell into an exhausted sleep before Natasha had put out the last light. It had been a long time since he had been so worn out by a single breeder and his last thought before exhaustion took him was to reconsider his choice on buying the slave from Frollo. After tonight, he seriously considered making that extra step of commitment and collaring Natasha, marking him as his private property. A private slave could never be sold or traded, but he was certain that would not be an issue...Not after what the pretty breeder had done for him. There was also the consideration of the hearty children that could be coaxed from those buxom hips...
He was dreaming of said children, and the process of making them, when something disturbed his sleep. His slitted eyes fell upon Natasha curled up against his side and a slight smile curled his lips. The slave was such a tempting sight. It was almost enough to rouse him again and he started to roll over to see if he could take advantage of sleeping breeder one more time when a flash of silver caught his eyes. Reflexively he raised his hand and then howled as a blade plunged through his palm to the other side. The pain had him awake in an instant and he used his injured hand to push his attacker back before he rolled out of the bed and onto his feet.
“Who dares attack the son of Varus?!” He snarled and then roared, the bestial sound seeming to shake the very timbers of the tavern and guaranteed to rouse its occupants. “Coward, to strike at me while I sleep! I'll rip out your heart and feast on it before you die!” Drogan's faceted red eyes flared bright as he charged at the black figure in his room, claws poised to strike. Like any seasoned warrior, even unarmed he was a deadly force and this shadowy assassin was about to learn this the hard way. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 21, 2012, 10:33pm Natasha had been having a pleasant dream until Drogan's roar of pain and anger sent the breeder bolting upright in fear. He felt as though his heart would burst from his chest as panic and confusion overwhelmed him. "M-my prince?!" He cried, taking a moment to realize what was happening before he noticed the strange demon stumbling back as Drogan shoved him away and lunged for him. Natasha stayed on the bed frozen in fear, not knowing what to do and afraid he would only get in the way if he tried to attack the armed demon.
The assassin growled and twisted away, narrowly avoiding Drogan's sharp claws in his side as he tried to get in another slash of his own. His dagger ripped through the air, and he hoped it would end the fight before it would be too late for him to escape. "I would love to slit your father's throat instead, but I have to settle for yours!" He sneered, his eyes full of hatred as he continued parrying and trying to attack.
Ivan had awoken to the raucous clamor next door, having heard Drogan's voice pierce the silence of the night. "What the...?" He groaned, wiping his eyes a moment and sitting up. "Something's wrong... Natalia stay here." He ordered the slave, quickly getting up to run from his room to Drogan's. Many of the guards followed, becoming alerted quickly and filing into the prince's room until the assassin was cornered on all sides. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 21, 2012, 11:39pm Natalia had jerked awake at the sound of Drogan's roar, much like the rest of the tavern's occupants. The sound of it was beyond frightening, something one expected to hear just before whatever made such a noise ripped one's throat out. Natalia did not even have to be told to stay where he was; he would have done it regardless. That was a battlecry and he knew his place. Slaves did not go near a battle between males.
"Bastard!" Drogan snarled, continuing to swipe at his attacker with his claws until his guard and Ivan arrived and cornered him. "I want him captured! Find out who sent him before you toss his body to the hounds." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 22, 2012, 12:12am The assassin had slipped up and felt Drogan's claws rake across his leather jerkin, slicing clean through and digging painfully into his flesh. He spat a curse and was about to ram his blade between Drogan's ribs. The next thing he knew there was a crack as one of the guards kneed him in the ribs hard, shattering a few bones while another grabbed his arm and twisted it until his dagger fell to the floor in a clatter. He knew he was going to die, but it didn't matter; the prince was as good as dead. He grinned up at Drogan, his face twisted in amusement. "The dogs will eat my tongue before I tell you anything, whelp. Kill me now and get it over with."
As the guards held the demon down Ivan approached, conjuring cuffs to bind the demon's hands behind his back so he could not reach for his weapon again. "When I am done with you, you'll be more than happy to speak." He threatened, more than willing to torture the assassin if it meant finding out why he would try and kill his prince. "Take him outside, I am sure the owner of this place will not want blood and gore all over. Bad for business." Ivan then made his way to Drogan, noticing the wound in his hand as the guards forcefully dragged the assassin out of the room. "I should have known that stranger at the end of the table meant no good... Are you all right? We should get your hand bandaged up, it looks pretty nasty..."
Natasha trembled on the bed, tears in his eyes from the intense fear he had felt moments earlier. He was upset Drogan had been hurt, but was relieved that it was finally over. "I-I'll go get some herbal salve to put on the wound... and I'll fetch my master, he has some experience patching up wounds. He used to be a soldier." Natasha then hurried off, hoping Frollo could make the prince's hand as good as new. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 22, 2012, 12:23am "A scratch. He was a fool to think he would need less than a sword to kill me." Drogan snorted, finally looking down at the wound in his hand. He had suffered worse before and due to the hearty constitution most Ruskovin possessed, he barely felt the pain from it. He only nodded absently at Natasha when the slave left while he walked back to the bed and sat on the edge of it.
"Get whatever you can out of him, Ivan. I want to know who tried to make this attempt on my life." Drogan said, looking up at the mage. "I want to know who we will be declaring war on in the spring." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 22, 2012, 9:39am Ivan nodded and quickly made way to his room to get dressed appropriately for the cold weather outside. Throughout that entire fiasco he had been nude as a newborn babe, as was Drogan and Natasha. However, none of Drogan's men were paying it any mind when their prince's life was in danger. Each demon knew his place; obedience and loyalty came first. The mage saw Natalia still sitting up on the bed as he had left him and he gave the breeder a sympathetic look, knowing how frightened he must have been. As he donned his underclothes he moved towards him, leaning over the bed to kiss his lips gently. "Everything is all right now. The prince's hand was wounded but it doesn't seem too serious. A man tried to kill him in his sleep, and I assure you that coward will get what's coming to him." He gently ran a clawed hand through Natalia's soft hair, hoping he put his fears to rest as he gave him one more kiss. "Go help your brother and Frollo tend to him, sweetling."
Reluctantly he pulled away, moving back towards his clothing and putting on several layers before his main robes, finishing the task by donning his warm velvet cloak and bear-fur hat. He then made his way out, spotting Frollo and Natasha making their way up the stairs with the jar of salve and bandages among other medicinal supplies. He gave Frollo a cordial nod before moving onward, seeing the anxiety clearly written on his face. When he made it outside it was still pitch black save for the recently lit torches held by the guards that made the fresh, powdery snow sparkle. They mounted up and slung the assassin over one of the muskoxen, taking him a ways away from the village to a more secluded area in the woods where the demon's screams would not cause any commotion or rouse the villagers. It was bitter cold and the trek was treacherous with the snow drifts being nearly waist deep in some places, yet Ivan was completely focused on how he'd get the demon to talk.
When they were far enough away, the guards tied the assassin to a tree. The bound demon snarled at them, going so far as to spit at one of Drogan's men and taunt him. The soldier knew better than to retaliate, however, knowing Ivan would take care of things. The mage moved in to stand before the demon and held up his hand, conjuring a ball of fire that hovered above his palm. "Now, you can tell me who sent you here to kill the prince and why, or I can burn off your nose first, then your ears, or maybe half of your face... The choice is yours. Either way, you won't be dead anytime soon, though you may wish you were." Bloodcurdling screams filled the air shortly after as the interrogation began and black smoke rose to meet the equally dark sky.
Back at the tavern Frollo entered Drogan's room as two of the guards stood aside for him, Natasha following close behind. The breeder had stolen a moment to put on a simple, pale pink nightgown and a matching veil, knowing it was not appropriate for him to be running about naked with so many men still in the tavern. He carried a basin of clean water and gently set it on the bed beside Drogan, looking up at his handsome prince with a mixture of emotions in his golden eyes.
"I can't believe this happened under my roof... That man seemed off the entire evening, I should have suspected something was wrong. I am so sorry my prince. I should not have let him stay here." Frollo lowered himself onto one knee and knelt beside Drogan on the bed, setting down the rest of the supplies as he reached out to gently take the demon's wounded hand and carefully clean the deep gash, assessing the damage. "It looks like the dagger went clean though between the bones. With any luck you'll have full use of your hand once it heals. Natasha, open the salve and gently spread it on his hand and I will bandage."
The breeder nodded, opening the jar of the pungent herbal cream and carefully dabbing it into the wound on the back of Drogan's hand and then over the tender flesh of his palm as Frollo began wrapping the bandages tightly around until the entire hand was in a white cocoon of sorts. A bit of the demon's blood was soaking through, and Frollo knew they would have to change the bandages daily to prevent infection. "You should be fine for now. Stay here and rest until it heals up. We will take good care of you and no one but your men will be allowed in or out of the tavern until after you've been sent safely off. I won't risk having anyone come in here and harm you again." Frollo vowed, hoping to make it up to Drogan somehow and continue to be the courteous host. The last thing he needed was the royal prince to be murdered in his tavern. It would likely ruin his business and possibly cost him his life if King Varus' justice were to be enacted.
"Would you like something to eat my prince? Or at least have hot cup of coffee?" Natasha asked as he gazed up at Drogan, wishing they were alone together so he could comfort the demon in a more affectionate manner. He found he was drawn to him, though it wasn't entirely because he was so good in bed. Drogan had a charming personality, and the way he fought off his attacker showed how strong and capable he was. It made Natasha's heart beat faster and he found himself caring about Drogan in ways he never cared for any of the other men that took him to bed. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 22, 2012, 3:30pm “There's nothing for you to apologize for. No one expected anything of him, you are not at fault.” Drogan replied dismissively. His eyes went to Natasha and he smiled fondly at the breeder as he knelt before him. “This injury is nothing, but I appreciate your care. I also do not expect you to bar everyone from your tavern because of me. You may allow in those that you recognize. I do not wish to disrupt your business for something so trivial.”
He pulled his hand back when Frollo was done, eyeing it a little critically. It seemed a bit over-bandaged, but he wasn't about to say anything that would seem ungrateful. His gaze went back to the slave when he spoke. The breeder looked so fetching in the soft pink gown he was wearing with the matching veil demurely concealing his face. “I think I would just like to return to my rest, since it was interrupted. You will join me, little one. The bed seems to have gotten cold and I'll need help warming it.” He reached down and pulled Natasha onto his lap, making a dismissive gesture to the rest of the room. “Everyone out and do not disturb me until Ivan returns with his report. If I need anything, I will send Natasha to fetch it for me.” Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 22, 2012, 4:00pm Frollo bowed his head respectfully and stood up to leave. "Thank you my prince, please rest well." He said politely, noticing how the prince seemed to favor Natasha as he pulled the breeder onto his lap. He took up the remaining medical supplies as he and the guards filed out of the room leaving Drogan and Natasha alone.
Natasha looked up at Drogan with his long lashes fluttering a moment as he leaned in and snuggled against the demon, noting how he was still completely nude under him. "That was frightening, I am glad it is over and you're all right." He sighed, running delicate fingers over one of Drogan's nipples idly. "You are such a strong, brave man my prince." He couldn't help but toss the demon some compliments as a small smile crossed his lips under his veil. "Now... how shall I warm you up?"
Ivan returned to the tavern an hour later with the men who had gone with him. Half of his body was caked in snow that he tried to brush off before going inside and creating a melting mess on Frollo's floor. He had accomplished his unpleasant task and the crows would be feasting soon on the cooked corpse he left tethered to the tree. "Good job men, take your rest for whatever remains of the night." He commanded as the tired and cold guards returned to their rooms. He felt mildly exhausted as well, loathing the assassin for ruining a perfectly comfortable evening sleeping with a gorgeous breeder in his arms. He thought about Natalia, wondering how the lovely red creature was faring. He'd find out soon enough, but first he had to tell Drogan what he had discovered.
He made his way up the stairs, pulling off his hat and shaking out his long waves of blue hair before coming upon the prince's door. He knocked several times and announced himself, hoping Drogan was alright. The tavern seemed quiet once again and he assumed the prince's hand was mended and everyone went back to sleep. A major crisis had been averted and it wasn't likely another would-be killer would cause them trouble. "My prince, I have returned with word on your assailant. May I enter?" Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 22, 2012, 7:05pm Drogan had quickly fallen back to sleep once Natasha had rejoined him in bed after disrobing. Although he would have enjoyed taking advantage of the slave's offered body, after the adrenaline from his brief battle had worn off, all his exhaustion had returned with a vengeance. Instead he had simply tucked the breeder against his side. He could at least enjoy having a soft, warm body to sleep next to and the slave truly was growing on him.
"Mm, come in." He called groggily as he was roused from his slumber by Ivan's voice. He yawned broadly, stretching and pulling the blankets up around his hips and Natasha's. He pulled the sleeping slave closer, settling him against his chest as he sat up against the pillows and looked towards the door. Drogan kept one hand against Natasha's ear while his other was pressed into the prince's broad chest, effectively muffling his hearing so that Drogan would not have to dismiss him to speak with his mage. "What did you learn, Ivan?" Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 22, 2012, 7:52pm Ivan entered and closed the door behind himself, gazing at the prince and Natasha snuggled against one another with a bit of envy. He wished he could have been in bed with Natalia in a similar fashion, but it would have to wait a bit longer. "My apologies for disturbing your rest, but after some convincing I got the mongrel that attacked you to squeal. He was sent by King Mardin to kill you, and apparently Mardin also wants your father dead and means to seize these lands. Of course, he lacks the full manpower to simply charge in and take it, so instead he employed underhanded tactics such as we witnessed tonight. I hate to say it, but I am not entirely surprised given all of the problems Grendel has had fighting Mardin's men over border disputes. If you ask me, King Mardin just signed his own death warrant." Ivan snorted, crossing his arms and sighing. It seemed war was inevitable, since times of peace could never last long. "Should I write a letter to your father about this? I can have a raven deliver it as soon as possible."
Natasha stirred as he felt the rumble in Drogan's chest and heard the demon's deep voice. His eyes fluttered open and he could feel the prince's hand over his ear, muffling out the sounds of Ivan speaking. His eyes drifted closed again, knowing it was none of his business and not his place to wonder what was being said. All he cared about was being with Drogan and having a restful night, whatever was left of it. He hoped they would get to sleep in to make up for all the chaos from earlier. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 22, 2012, 8:11pm "I always knew Mardin was a coward. I didn't think he would be this dishonorable." Drogan growled. He looked down at his injured hand, flexing it a little and winced at the pain that radiated from the wound. Now that the excitement was over, he was really feeling it. "Don't bother my father with this; I'll see to this myself. My armies are more than enough to crush an insect like Mardin with little effort. Unfortunately, that means our usual trip to the coast for the warm season will have to be canceled this year. I suppose my little beauty will not get to see the ocean this time."
He sighed, looking down at Natasha still sleeping in his arms. He gently kissed the breeder's forehead, truly disappointed that he would not be able to show the slave his summer home. "I also hate to drag you into another war so soon, old friend. I'll make it up to you." Drogan grinned up at the mage, "When we crush Mardin, I'll give you his keep and make you lord of his lands and see to it that you gain your full title of Arch Mage. Why should you have to wait until your father dies before you officially take the position that's already yours? If there's any protest, I'll say that you're my Arch Mage."
Drogan laid back against the bed then and shifted Natasha's position in his arms, making him more comfortable. "Thank you for your work, mage. If there is nothing else, then you are dismissed. Go get some rest, you look tired. We'll stay here another week, I think." A smile lifted his lips and he gave Ivan a mischievous look. "By the by, I believe I had heard Natalia had gone to the kitchens to help prepare the nut bread to be served with breakfast later. In case you wondered where he was." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 22, 2012, 9:11pm Ivan grinned, liking how Drogan always thought big and considered his future position. He could see himself being the Arch Mage of the Western Lands, ruling alongside Drogan's Northern Kingdom. He would likely merge his lands with Drogan's and together they'd rule half of the country and only have to worry about the other two war hungry kings of the Southern and Eastern lands. King Varus already had control of the northern coast and with Mardin's territory they would gain some of the most fertile lands in all of Ruskov, as well as some of the most expansive forest lands. As far as resources went, the Western Kingdom was a veritable goldmine for lumber and production. It was a good plan, and he had little doubt that Mardin's men would sooner bend the knee to his prince than die a brutal death at his hands.
"Too bad my father would likely want that land for himself. He'd have to be dead before he'd ever allow me to be called Arch Mage, even if I had your support." Ivan sighed, already picturing his father swooping in on the kingdom he would have fought to win and claiming it for his own simply because he was the current Arch Mage and first in line to rule. Given the chance, his father would likely try and steal all of his glory and take credit for every victory he won. Ivan would have to wait his turn, forever suck in the man's shadow as a second in command. Despite the fact that he was Ivan's father, there was not much love or familial warmth there. If anything, Ivan was far closer to his mother Darla, who often encouraged him to do the best he could and rise above being a mere court mage. She saw the potential in him to be an influential and important man, and he was grateful to her for that.
Ivan forced away his thoughts then and reached up to rub his eyes. He was indeed tired, but the mention of Natalia in the kitchen quickly perked him up and he smiled despite himself. "Well then, I'll have to go and oversee him at his task. Rest well my prince." Ivan then bowed his head and turned to leave, making his way to his room first to strip off his winter clothing for a simpler, pale blue night robe. After, he made his way down the stairs and through the dining hall towards the kitchen. He crept in quietly, hoping to sneak up on the breeder and surprise him. He had spotted the buxom creature mixing dough and carefully he moved up behind him, reaching out to playfully grab his rump. "Miss me?" Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 22, 2012, 9:24pm Natalia yelped in surprise as he was grabbed, not expecting anyone to be in the kitchen this early yet. The truth of it was that it was much earlier than he and Lanari usually rose to start breakfast preparations, but after what had happened earlier, he had been too nervous to get back to sleep. Hearing that an assassin had come after the prince in their own home was unnerving and Frollo had seemed particularly tense about it. Perhaps he was becoming fond of the prince? Certainly he had never shown any love for their king and from what Natalia had heard about the man, the prince was a veritable saint. He was spending far more than any royal would have here and the small fortune he had given them would keep them well for several years.
"Oh, my lord. I'm glad to see you returned safely." Natalia spoke when he saw Ivan standing behind him. He gave in to the impulse and threw his arms around the mage. He would have kissed him as well, if not for the veil covering his face. He had grown to care for the mage during their short time together and the thought that something could have happened to him while he was out with the prisoner had genuinely upset him. "Did everything go...well?" Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 22, 2012, 9:32pm Ivan appreciated Natalia's affection, wrapping his strong arms around the sweet breeder in kind as he leaned in to kiss one of his pointed ears. "I got him to fess up and everything is fine now sweetling." He replied simply, not wanting to indulge what was discovered or tell the slave exactly what transpired. He took no pleasure in having to mutilate and torture the assassin; it was his duty. Protecting prince Drogan's life came first, even if it meant using some questionable practices. "Isn't it a bit early to be making food?" He grinned, kissing Natalia's neck and letting his hands rest on those nice, round hips. "You should come back to bed with me. I'm cold from being out in the snow and could use some warming up." He purred into the breeder's ear, then laid tiny kisses all along the edge of it. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 22, 2012, 9:40pm "I couldn't get back to sleep and needed something to do...I wasn't sure either whether you would want me to wait for you in your room when you were finished." Natalia replied, a shiver going up his spine when Ivan began to kiss his ear. He blushed darkly when the large male mentioned returning to his bed and he smiled under his veil. "I would like to do more than just warm you, my lord. If you take me to your bed now, I may not be able to help myself..."
Natalia reached down and slipped his hand into the fold of Ivan's robe to lightly grip his cock and stroke it. He would not have been so brazen if there were others around, but in the silence of the empty kitchen, he felt free to take liberties. "Take me, my lord." He purred, leaning up to lick Ivan's ear. "I'm eager to hear you moan my name in pleasure again." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 22, 2012, 9:52pm Ivan reached up to pluck the veil from Natalia's face and toss it aside as he leaned forward and kissed the breeder hard in response. He loved how bold the little minx was as he started fondling him. Despite how tired he was, his cock stirred to full attention, growing hard and thick in Natalia's hand. When he broke the kiss he was practically panting, already feeling his need swell from the luscious breeder enticing him so. "We won't be making it to the bed for the first round." He purred in a deep tone, husky with his growing lust as he shoved the bowl of dough aside and lifted Natalia up onto the table. The breeder was already fully dressed, but it was of little consequences as he pushed his skirts up over his hips and spread the breeder's supple thighs apart. He pressed himself in between them, sliding his cock up against Natalia's eager hole and teasingly rubbing it there without entering him.
"This is exciting... we could be caught here." He grinned, leaning down over the breeder and wrapping his arms around him again as he laid on more heated kisses. He then started to move his hips, pushing the tip of his cock against Natalia's breeding hole and slowly moving it in and out, still keeping the motions light and playful. He knew this sort of teasing would drive the breeder wild and make him beg to be filled. He was in no rush, however, dragging out his little game for as long as he could. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 22, 2012, 10:07pm "My lord!" Natalia gasped as he was lifted on to the table. This had not exactly what he had been expecting. He had assumed the mage would carry him off to his room and to have his skirts hiked up on the table they used to prepare breakfast brought a dark blush to his cheeks. His mouth made a little 'o' of surprise when Ivan positioned himself between his thighs and started teasing his breeding hole with the tip of his cock. "Oh, my lord..."
The breeder moaned softly, Ivan's cock making his slick entrance tingle and grow wetter as he barely thrust in. When the mage moved no further, Natalia grew wise to his game and decided to play back, reaching between his legs to grasp Ivan's cock again. He started stroking him with more force this time, pulling his hips back so the mage could no longer reach him so easily. He used his free hand to unlace the back of his gown, shrugging the loose material off so his chest was exposed. He then pulled open Ivan's light sleeping robe and leaned up so they were chest to chest, his pert nipples rubbing against the demon's broad chest while he kissed him. He was bold in his kisses, taking instead of submitting and thrusting his own tongue into Ivan's mouth. All the while he continued to stroke Ivan's cock.
"Mmm, Ivan..." Natalia whispered wantonly, dragging his tongue across the mage's lips. "I want you so badly...I want to suck your cock and watch you suck mine. I want to feel your tongue inside my wet hole and make me even wetter for you. What I want most of all, though, is to feel this big, thick cock inside me and have you fill me with your thick, hot come. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 22, 2012, 11:22pm Even though he was the master of foreplay and a patient lover, Ivan was finding himself starting to crumble as Natalia stroked him and kissed him with that talented mouth of his. His tongue slid up against the breeder's time and time again, tasting him and exploring that sweet mouth while his hips still worked to poke at Natalia's wet little hole. He reached up with a hand then, playfully pinching and rubbing one of the breeder's nipples until it became a taut little bud. He then switched hands to tease the other one. "Mmmm, look at you, so hot for me. It didn't take much." Ivan grinned, though he knew if Natalia kept rubbing him in that way he was he'd likely lose himself too soon.
The mage decided to buck his hips harder, getting a good three inches of his cock inside of Natalia before reaching down to remove that mischievous hand. "Let's start with the main course, right now. I'll give you my seed, sweetling." He said hotly as he started to thrust his hips hard and fast, seating his cock deep inside Natalia's wet sheath. He leaned down to nip and lick at the breeder's nipples as he rode him, his hands teasing Natalia's sides as his fingers slid under his crumpled dress. Seeing him with his clothing still around his midsection made Ivan even harder. It was incredibly sexy the way the best parts of him were exposed. "Ahhn you're so perfect, so tight and hot. Such a wanton little slut, I love it." He let his tongue slide along the breeder's neck, then started to kiss and nibble as he continued pounding him into the table. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 22, 2012, 11:34pm "Aaah, my lord! Yes, fuck me, fuck your slut!" Natalia moaned into Ivan's ear as the man finally started thrusting into him in earnest. The table rocked beneath him and a small wet spot stained the wood where their bodies joined, as each movement caused more of the breeder's fluids to flow out. Natalia clawed at Ivan's back, his nails raising light welts along the smooth skin and his tail slid up to curl around the base of Ivan's own. "Aaah, yes! I'm coming!"
Natalia was so eager for the large red male in his arms it did not take him long at all and soon he was shivering and squeezing around the thick cock thrusting into his core. Pure bliss washed over him and his thighs tightened around Ivan's waist, his delicate toes curling against Ivan's firm buttocks. Natalia groaned throatily, crying Ivan's name over and over, begging for more. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 22, 2012, 11:50pm "Oh yes! Yes, my hot little vixen, come for me again... and again..." Ivan moaned hotly in the breeder's ear, not slowing down his pace even as Natalia came the first time. His own release followed soon after and he thrust so hard the entire table shifted on the floor. Ivan plunged himself to the hilt within the slave, unloading his hot, creamy seed and filling that sweet hole to the brim. "Fuck, Natalia.... aahhh..." He shivered in pleasure, panting and relishing in the moment as he started to rock his hips again, slower this time. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 22, 2012, 11:54pm "Nnnn, yes..." Natalia sighed as Ivan filled him, another little pulse of pleasure rippling through his core. He squeezed Ivan tight, milking him of everything he had to offer as he clung to him.
"My lord, we should go to your room before we...aaah...continue any further." Natalia panted as Ivan started to rock his hips again, once again building up that delightful friction that he craved. "My master will wake soon and Lanari...Oh, yes!...They'll be...breakfast...aaahhhh..." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 23, 2012, 12:27am Ivan loved how the breeder squeezed him every time he coaxed another orgasm from that sweet hole of his. When Natalia struggled to get the words out Ivan grinned, kissing those soft lips a few times before he wrapped his arms around the slave and hefted him up. His cock was still buried inside of the breeder as he began strolling off with him. The little wet spot on the edge of the table remained along with Natalia's discarded veil on the floor, leaving evidence of what had happened there as Ivan carried Natalia to the stairs. Now and then as they went he purposely bounced the breeder on his cock, doing it even more with every step as he climbed.
By the time he reached his room he came again, unable to hold back as he turned and collapsed to the bed on his back, allowing Natalia to be on top of him. Gravity did the rest as the breeder plunged down on his cock, milking him of whatever he had left to give. "Ahhh you're so incredible slave, I couldn't hold back." He grinned, looking up at the lovely slave with a satisfied grin. He was still tired, but he felt so good and didn't want to move just then. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 23, 2012, 12:42am Natalia had never enjoyed a climb up the stairs so much in his life as he did with Ivan. Every time the mage had bounced him on his cock, he had groaned. The whole time he could not help moving his hips, driving himself down on Ivan in short, shallow thrusts that only drove him madder. He cried out when they finally reached Ivan's room and the large male fell back on the bed, the force driving Natalia down on Ivan's cock at the moment he came and filled him with his seed a second time. Natalia's toes curled and he arched his back as another orgasm rippled through him, then collapsed against Ivan's chest.
"Mmmm, my lord...That was incredible." He sighed happily, unwilling to move as well. He liked his position atop the mage's firm, warm body and his cock still fitted snugly in his sheath. He would be happy to fall asleep that way, entwined with Ivan in this way. "You are the best I have ever had. I think you have spoiled me for any other male." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 23, 2012, 12:54am "Mmmm, and you are the best breeder I've had as well sweetling. There are many fine little things in the palace, but none of them compare to you. I wish I could take you home with me.... make you my own..." He closed his eyes then, his hands running through Natalia's silky white hair until he was too tired to continue his lazy petting. His breathing slowed and soon the large demon began to drift off to sleep, having fanciful dreams of Natalia traveling with him wherever he went, making love and even growing round with child. It certainly was a nice dream; the demon's lips curved into a slight smile as he stayed lost in those sweet moments.
A week later...
Trishka counted the hours for night to fall as he trudged through the day doing all of the chores and tasks expected of him. He was tired and his arms ached from scrubbing the soldiers' clothes in the wash basin until everything was clean and hung to dry. He managed to keep busy and not draw much attention to himself, ever wary of being raped again. All he could think of as he worked was Verik and how much he wanted to see him again. He had never felt so excited or happy about anything in his life, but that man was his one ray of hope.
The first night he had stayed at Verik's he had gotten the most restful sleep of his entire life. He'd slept all through the night late into the morning the next day. He remembered waking to the smell of pancakes, sausages, and eggs with toast and sweet mulberry jam. Verik ate with him at the table, always cordial and polite. The demon had still kept his distance, but Trishka could feel his warmth and see the happiness in his eyes as he saw him eat. Trishka began to yearn for his attention after that day, eager to get to know the mage better. Verik had even made sure that Trishka did not get in any trouble for his absence when he finally returned to the barracks. The old mage had pulled some strings, and although a few of the soldiers were alarmed and upset that Trishka had never returned with their wood, all the breeder had to say was that 'the general' required his services. It was a lie, but it worked well enough and kept his and Verik's secret safe. The soldiers couldn't be bothered to ask which general or dig too deeply on the matter.
Trishka had also brought back the rest of the pastries, hiding them in his shawl. He had quietly shared them with the other barrack wives, pleased to see how their faces lit up as they filled their empty bellies gratefully. They wondered how he had gotten such amazing treats, but the breeder had only smiled and held a finger to his lips. They did not ask again, grateful for what Trishka had given them.
Ever since then, Trishka found ways to slip out and make his way back to Verik's place night after night. The demon was kind enough to leave his door unlocked for him, and he was able to slip inside Verik's warm abode and make himself comfortable. The kind mage had fed him wonderful meals every night and Trishka found himself gaining some much needed weight. Verik was so good to him, and he always let Trishka have some time to rest in his bed. He made sure not to sleep too long, however, always careful to get back to the barrack's a few hours before dawn after everyone was already asleep. He always brought back some leftovers for the other slaves there as well and many had come to depend on him for it, even if it was just a few pieces of fruit, freshly baked bread, pastries, or scraps of meat. He never returned from Verik's empty-handed, and he also never let the mage know that he was sharing his leftovers. He did not want the old demon to think ill of him for giving away some of the food that was meant for him to eat.
"Have fun tonight Trishka. Bring me back a nice piece of cheese if you can, and maybe another one of those pastries?" Trishka's best friend Willow whispered as he handed Trishka his shawl. He didn't know where his fellow barrack wife went each night, but he was not one to question a good thing. The young slave had pale pink skin, moon-white eyes and long ivory hair that he kept tied in a loose ponytail. He was a head shorter than Trishka and was barely past the age of maturity. Before he had been thrown to the barracks he had been beautiful and had a plump figure. The months traveling with the soldiers, however, had made him grow painfully thin and the past month he had suffered from a terrible racking cough that shook him to his core. He knew he likely wasn't going to live much longer, but the food Trishka had shared with him that week made him feel a little stronger. He almost dared to hope he would get better...
"I'll see what I can do." Trishka smiled, reaching out to ruffle the other breeder's hair. Seeing Willow wither away to nothing frightened him, though he tried his best to stay positive. He hoped that the food he snuck back would help nourish him so his body had a fighting chance against whatever plagued him. Trishka cared for Willow like a little brother. "Be good, okay? I'll be back same time as usual."
Willow nodded then and looked out for Trishka's back, making sure none of the soldiers were around to see him slip away into the night. When Trishka was out of sight he smiled a moment, until the coughs came again and blood filled his hand. The next thing he knew heavy footsteps were coming up behind him and one of the soldiers grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around and slamming him hard against the door frame. He let out a cry of pain and blood trickled down his chin. "Keep up that fucking noise and I'll toss your sorry ass out in the cold, wench. I'm trying to get some sleep!" The irate male roared angrily, backhanding the slave until Willow crumpled to the floor in tears. The disgruntled soldier then went back to his bunk without another word. Willow looked across the room with blurred vision, trying to hold in the coughs that threatened to come forth again. He reached up and managed to open the door with a trembling hand, stumbling outside into the cold wearing only his roughspun working dress and apron. He coughed some more, praying the cold, crisp air might help a bit as he stood outside looking forlornly off into the distance. I hope Trishka comes back soon...
Trishka slipped inside Verik's study, feeling the warmth of the coal heaters take the chill from his body as he came inside and found the comfortable couch to sit down upon. He shuffled his feet back and forth, hoping the mage would show up soon. He hummed to himself lightly then, looking around the cozy place at the few things that had become his favorite objects to gaze at. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 29, 2012, 10:10pm The past week had been a time of blissful torture for Verik. Every night, Trishka came to his apartment above the library and he was able to spend hours with the young breeder in the comfort of his home. Talking to Trishka made him see just how young the slave really was; barely a year into his maturity and already he had been through so much torment. Rape, beatings, the burden of pregnancy in such a hostile environment. That he had managed to carry the child so long Verik could consider nothing short of a miracle. Despite all his hardship, however, Verik had found in him a warm, kind, and charming companion for the cold winter nights. Unfortunately they were rather long nights. The better he got to know the slave, the more he desired him physically. He ached to take the breeder in his arms and to his bed, but feared too much causing Trishka distress with his lusts. The last thing he wanted was for the slave to think that all he wanted was to use him the same way the soldiers in the barracks did. For now, he would just be satisfied with being near him.
He had had the castle slaves lay out a special meal tonight. There was a whole roasted goose stuffed with buttered cranberries, fish in sorrel sauce, roasted potatoes, fried root vegetables, stewed greens, apples that had been battered and fried, then rolled in sugar and baskets of fresh rolls to go with it all, along with an assortment of jellies, honey and salted butter.
The old mage's eyes lit up when he saw the familiar silhouette waiting for him at the top of the stairs and he was hard pressed to resist the urge to embrace him and place a kiss on the top of his head. Instead he took a moment to just admire Trishka from afar, as he always did, before he joined him in the room.
“Looks like you beat me here this time, little one.” Verik smiled down at the breeder as he entered the apartment, shutting the door securely after him. He removed the heavy scarf and hat he wore and hung them on the pegs next to the door before shaking the fresh snow from his beard and dull yellow hair. “Well, I'm glad you were able to join me tonight. It's a special night. Come.”
Verik gestured towards the dining table, piled with steaming plates of food. Much more food than two people could hope to eat. Verik took his usual seat at the head of the table and reached for the pitcher of wine to fill the silver cups for himself and Trishka. “Tonight is the night my wife died in glorious battle. Would you help me honor her and feast in her name?” Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 29, 2012, 10:44pm The smell of food was the first thing that caught Trishka's attention when he entered the warm apartment. It filled his nose and made his stomach growl with hunger. He joined Verik, taking his usual seat across from the mage and lowering his shawl so that it draped over his shoulders. He could not believe how much food was laid out on the table. Trishka's mouth fell open slightly before he moved a hand up to cover it. "My goodness, so much..." He gasped, suddenly wishing that Willow and Pumpkin had been there to enjoy it with him. The two breeders could badly use a meal this filling and Trishka did his best to quell the guilt that was building within him.
The breeder wondered what the occasion was for such a feast, and when Verik finally answered his unspoken question, all he could do was smile and nod. It was sad to think about the man's dead wife and a bit awkward as well. Trishka wondered if Verik let him visit simply so he wasn't lonely anymore. Perhaps he was a replacement for his wife. Despite all of the time they had spent together in the evenings, Trishka still wondered why Verik had any interest in him at all. He was not a beautiful slave and every time they met the mage was putting his reputation at risk. Yet Trishka knew it was best not to question his good fortune that this nobleman seemed to take a liking to him, for whatever reason.
"Your wife would be glad that she is well remembered." Trishka said as he grabbed a glass of wine and held it up in a toast for Verik's deceased wife. "I'm not sure we will be able to eat all of this though..." Trishka trailed off, his voice catching in his throat as he wanted to ask if he'd be able to take the leftovers to his friends. He never let the man know about the food he snuck out, or the fact he shared it. He wouldn't want Verik to think he was simply using him to get food for himself and the other barrack wives. He enjoyed the mage's company and he wanted to be near him, but the food only enhanced things. Trishka looked down at his plate eagerly, waiting until Verik took the first bite before motioning to eat his own food. He always let the old demon lead, wanting to be polite and gracious.
"Have you ever... thought about re-marrying, if I may ask? You're so kind and wise, I would not be surprised if there were women of the court that had their sights on you." Trishka smiled, curious to see Verik's reaction to his question. He always wondered why the demon stayed alone when he could easily find someone. Trishka sometimes wished he was a woman and not a lowly slave... perhaps Verik would want to marry him. His cheeks darkened a little at such a thought. No one could love him, he thought then, his smile fading a bit. Verik likely only wanted him around because he was lonely and needed someone simple to talk to. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 29, 2012, 11:01pm "No, never. There was never anyone that caught my attention." Until you. Verik wanted to add, but he drained his glass instead and the filled it again. "After she died, I decided to turn my attention to my second passion, my work. There was also my apprentices to raise... Derin, Havera, and my last one, Ivan. He is a handful, that one, but so talented. He will be something great one day. Go ahead and eat, little one. I know you must be hungry."
Verik gestured for him to go ahead and help himself to the platters of food while he drained his glass of wine. He leaned back in his chair with a sigh, looking on the table with misty eyes. This time of the year was the only time he truly thought of his late wife and the old pain came back. She had been such a vibrant, brave woman. Bold, outspoken, fierce...She lived with a passion that Verik had lacked in his youth. That was what had drawn him to her. She had been like a flame in his cold world and he had wanted that warmth. The night the general had come and reported her death...It was like all the heat had gone out of his life and he was left in the cold again. They had only been married a decade, perhaps less. Before she had gone to war, they had been discussing having children...Verik recalled every word of that conversation vividly and it was that memory that had him filling his glass again.
"How was your day, little one?" He asked Trishka suddenly, wanting a distraction. He sat up and rubbed a hand over his face, determined not to brood in Trishka's presence. He needed something for his hands to do and so he helped himself to the food that he had no appetite for. "I did not see you working in the yard today." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 29, 2012, 11:17pm Trishka began eating then and found it hard to keep up his manners once he tasted the goose and everything that went with it. He sometimes ate too quickly and he tried his best to slow down, not wanting to look like a suckling pig with his mouth stuffed to the brim with food. When Verik answered his question he felt a tinge of sadness for the demon. He could see it in his eyes how he missed her. It made sense for him to focus wholly on his work so he could avoid thinking about the emptiness that he likely felt with his wife gone. Trishka's heart went out to him then as he watched the old mage drain a glass of wine. I wish I could do something to comfort him... He thought sadly, when Verik suddenly changed the subject to the breeder.
"O-oh it was nothing exciting. I was indoors scrubbing laundry all day." He said quickly, embarrassed to tell Verik about his day-to-day doings. Most days he was cleaning some mess or another if he wasn't pinned down and being abused and raped. The soldiers in his barrack liked to torment him and the other breeders for sport, sometimes forcing them to do humiliating things for their entertainment. He was glad that they had left him alone most of the day, but he watched in horror as one of them forced Pumpkin up against a wall to play the knife game. Nothing tied his stomach in knots more than seeing the men take turns throwing knives at the breeder and narrowly missing him as the blades thunked into the wall around him. That wasn't even the worst game they played...
Trishka then snapped out of his thoughts, finding it hard not to worry about his friends and think about the awful things he'd seen. "I'm sorry, I know it's rather boring... My days are not eventful, and the ones that are are best forgotten and never spoken of. I wish I knew magic though. If I did, then I would teach those soldiers a lesson they'd never forget." Trishka knew it was a bold thing to say, but he trusted Verik and was sure the mage could understand. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 30, 2012, 12:33am "Ah, I'm sorry. I should not have brought it up. I forget sometimes...what you are." Verik apologized, feeling a little ashamed of himself for his slip. It was too easy to forget, however, just what Trishka was. Especially when they sat together like this. "Let's just enjoy the food, eh? It's going to be quite a job finishing it all, we better get to it." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 30, 2012, 12:43am "You don't have to apologize." Trishka said gently, not wanting Verik to feel foolish. "I'm happy to be here with you to enjoy this meal. Thank you Verik. You're so kind to me, I... I enjoy coming here and being your friend. I just wish I had more interesting things to talk about." He smiled gently as he tried the apple dessert, closing his eyes a moment in delight as the sugary battered sweetness melted in his mouth. "Ohh I think all of this food is making me fat too, but that's not a bad thing." He chuckled, turning his gaze to the old mage then. "By the way...."
Trishka knew he couldn't simply wrap the leftovers up in his shawl this time and sneak them back to the barracks, so the breeder took a long breath before he finally got the courage to ask. "...may I take some of the leftovers with me later? I-it's just so delicious I might want to sneak a nibble when no one is around." He knew it was a partial lie, but that didn't matter. Willow was so thin and a good meal would help him fight whatever illness had been plaguing him. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 30, 2012, 12:55am "Of course, take whatever you want. You may as well, or else it would likely just go to waste or to the hounds." Verik shrugged while he picked at his own food. He had more taste for the wine than the rich meal. "I'm an old man, you know. I don't eat like I used to. I've become so used to Ivan sharing meals with me that I always order too much. A youth like him would have no problem clearing this table. Cheeky brat would probably ask for seconds afterward."
Verik smiled a little, wondering what his apprentice was about. It had been over three weeks since the young male had left with the prince. He had been disgruntled with the chore, but had been mollified by Drogan's company and the promise that he would be allowed to the slave viewing when he returned. Like any youth, Ivan was itchy to have a slave of his own. Using the castle slaves was one thing, but owning a slave was another thing entirely. A new slave would have never been touched, would be completely innocent. It was not an experience to pass up.
Verik looked towards Trishka again, feeling pity for him that he had never had the experience most slaves did with new masters. That he was discarded so early, Verik wondered if had ever tasted that sort of pleasure at all. In a way, Trishka was still quite an innocent, despite the child swelling his belly. The thought only twisted Verik's gut more and he turned back to picking at his meal. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 30, 2012, 1:11am "Your pupil sounds like a spirited youth, I would like to meet him someday." Trishka said without thinking, then realized that would likely never happen. "...if I could." He quickly added. It was best for both of them if no one knew of their meetings, even though their time together was completely innocent. Verik was the first man Trishka had ever been around that didn't toss him against something and have his way. It was a pleasant change, though he still wondered what Verik would be like in bed should the old male ever decide to want him that way. Ever since the day he saw the demon with a bulge in his robes, he couldn't help but wonder if it was because Verik was lusting for him. He blushed as he thought about it, remembering how the mage had told him how beautiful he was the first night they sat together and talked.
"Verik?" He asked in a small voice then, eyelashes fluttering a moment before he asked the mage another question. "How long can I keep coming here to see you? I'm sure you'll grow bored of me eventually. I hope not though! I um..." He found himself feeling a bit bashful then and his cheeks heated up. "I really enjoy your company. When I leave here I always feel like I'm leaving something behind and I think about you all day. When I am here with you I can be myself and relax. I don't want this to ever end. You're the kindest person I have ever known, truly." In that moment Trishka yearned to be a bit closer to the demon, maybe even go so far as to kiss his cheek, but he stayed in his place and lowered his gaze demurely. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 30, 2012, 1:27am Verik had never tried to delude himself that Trishka might only be spending time with him in for the comforts the mage could offer him and in truth, he had not minded it. If all Trishka wanted from him was a warm place to sleep and good food, Verik was more than happy to give him whatever his heart desired, although he did hope that the slave at least enjoyed his company. He had never in his wildest dreams that Trishka would speak to him this way so sincerely. It made his chest ache with the love he had for this discarded slave.
"Trishka, if it were possible, you would never leave my side." He replied softly as he reached over and placed his hand over Trishka's. "You are a light in my life that I have been without for a very long time. Were I a man of younger years, I would be able to keep you." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 30, 2012, 1:47am Trishka was surprised by what Verik was saying, and he felt how warm and gentle the mage's hand was as it covered his own. Reflexively he turned his hand so their palms could press together, curling his delicate fingers until they were gripping the larger hand. He had been sitting adjacent to the mage at the dinner table, close enough to be comfortable yet far enough to keep a respectable distance. "You would... really have me if you could? I wish I could be your slave. You're not too old, I like you just fine as you are." He smiled, giving Verik's hand a little squeeze. Just that little bit of physical contact made his heart flutter in his chest and he couldn't stop thinking about what Verik had said about wishing he could keep him. His life would be so different if he could stay by the old demon's side. Verik's eyes were so warm and gentle, and Trishka could see that the demon was being sincere. "I wish you had been the one to buy me. You wouldn't have thrown me away... You would have been a good master, the kind of master I always hoped to have."
Trishka then stood up from his chair, sliding his hand back away from the demon's but placing his other hand back over it as he rounded the corner of the table and came to stand beside the man. He leaned forward then and gently placed a light kiss on Verik's cheek. "You are the light of my life as well.... Thank you for everything. I never knew what happiness was until I met you." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 30, 2012, 11:52am Verik closed his eyes, feeling as if he was choking on his emotion. It was overwhelming to be here, the pain of his wife's loss on one side and this gentle, sweet slave on the other that could give him comfort if he chose to take it. He could never bring himself to take anything from the slave, however. He wanted only what he was given and the small gesture of affection that burned against his cheek was more than he could have ever hoped for.
"I will take your child." He said suddenly, the words coming out before he could stop himself. The desperation to bring any happiness to Trishka after he left with his lord's troops and he would likely never see him again was overbearing. He could not be there to ease his suffering as he did now, but he could do this. "If you give birth to it while you are still here, I will take it and raise it as if it were my own. No one will question it; I'm old and I need an heir. That child will never want for anything, Trishka. I swear it." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 30, 2012, 12:10pm In that moment Trishka was so stunned he froze where he was next to the demon. Tears began to fill his eyes and one slid silently down his cheek as Verik's offer finally sunk in. "Verik..." Wordless the breeder found himself wrapping his arms around Verik's strong shoulders and embracing the demon where he sat, resting his cheek against him. He had never brought up to Verik just how distraught the thought of having his child killed truly was, even if he had no idea who the father was. It did not matter, the baby was an innocent life and his heart ached at the thought of not being able to raise it and love it as a mother should. "You are truly a good man." He sniffled, overwhelmed by emotion as he clung to the demon. "I could never have asked this of you, but... I accept your offer. Please keep him safe for me." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Oct 30, 2012, 12:19pm Verik returned the embrace, holding Trishka as he had wanted to since the moment he had first seen him. It was a bliss he could have never imagined to have the soft, warm breeder in his arms. Nothing had ever felt so right before and he never wanted to let the slave go. "It's a small thing I do, Trishka. I'm no better than any other man. It is only the thought that you would suffer with your child's death and I would die before I saw you broken." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 30, 2012, 1:25pm Trishka held onto Verik for a long time, feeling safe and warm in his arms. Verik's words and actions were enough to bring the breeder trust and peace of mind. He had never let himself get so close to another male before, never held one or been held. It felt good somehow and he was hesitant to pull away. When he finally did, he went back to his seat and smiled warmly at the demon. He realized in that moment that he had grown to care for Verik, much the way he cared for Willow, Pumpkin, and the other barrack wives. Only these feelings were a little different... Verik was a friend, he could trust him and confide in him, but the old mage was also appealing in ways he'd never considered until then. The more time he spent with him, the more he ached to be closer to the mage. He wanted to kiss him and cuddle against his strong form. He felt safe with him, as though he belonged by his side.
The breeder spent the rest of the evening pleasantly, finishing as much food as he could possibly eat and feeling a huge weight lifted from his shoulders. Knowing Verik was willing to step up and care for his child put his mind at ease, and when he finally slipped into the old demon's bed, he slept like a newborn babe himself without a worry in all the world. He would bring plenty of food back to Willow and the others too; knowing they would have full bellies made him glad. In a way, he saw them as his children even though they weren't much younger than himself. He felt this urge to take care of them as best he could, and it seemed Verik was the same way. He loved him, there was no denying it any longer. In his dreams the old mage came into view and they held each other tightly, wrapped in warmth with a tiny infant bundled up between them. It was a good dream, making Trishka smile as he snuggled against Verik's pillow a while longer. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Feb 6, 2013, 12:47am In the week since the attempt made on Drogan's life, the inn was locked down for the remainder of the prince's stay while they waited for the roads to clear. None but the prince's own people were allowed in and out. The slaves had to sell their wares on the doorstep under the watchful eye of the prince's personal guard, much to the annoyance of the townspeople. They did not voice their displeasure, however, as the prince would be moving on soon enough. Lanari did not enjoy having the soldiers constantly tramping about, but he liked the gold they spent, so he complained little. Natalia was thrilled with the lockdown, since Ivan had claimed him and he spent most of his time personally attending to the mage. Natasha had such an arrangement with the prince as well and for the first part of the week he hardly left Drogan's room. The latter half was where the problems started.
At first it was just that Drogan claimed weariness and would forgo making love to the pretty red slave, but Natasha would still share his bed. A few days after that, Drogan dismissed him constantly and the once good-natured man turned into a sour one, snapping at his people and his hosts. His healthy appetite waned and his vibrant teal skin took on a sickly pallor. He rebuffed any inquiries to his health or the injury to his hand with the claim that he was just fine. Natalia knew his twin was worried, having grown fond of the prince in his better days. He did his best to try to coax information out of Ivan when they lay together, as men who were sated were often talkative, but there was little news to pass on to comfort his brother.
It was the last night that Drogan's entourage were staying and Natalia was spending it in Ivan's bed, as usual. He had grown close to the mage in their time together and he liked to think that Ivan was fond of him as well. It had gone beyond simply enjoying the physical pleasure they shared together for the slave and he knew in his heart that he would miss the nobleman once he moved on. Ivan seemed to appreciate him as more than a warm body to shove his cock into and Natalia had not experienced that with anyone but Frollo before.
"Will you miss me, master?" Natalia asked while he absently traced his fingers over the hard definition of Ivan's chest, admiring the demon's fine form. Ivan had brought him upstairs not too shortly after supper and less than an hour later they were basking in the aftermath of their first, frenzied roll in the sheets. Natalia knew Ivan would want him again soon and would take his time the second round, when he was more relaxed. The slave lifted his head to look down at the virile male underneath him, his long white hair falling over one shoulder and his fiery eyes glowing under his thick black lashes. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Feb 6, 2013, 1:16am Ivan had been as concerned for the prince as the twins during that week as Drogan steadily became more irritable and sickly looking. In his gut he knew something was horribly wrong, and even though Drogan was his best friend since childhood, he could not get the stubborn prince to admit that anything was wrong. Natalia was the only one keeping his anxiety in check, and as the breeder lay atop his strong form looking at him with those enticing eyes, he felt content. He reached a powerful clawed hand up and with a gentle, feather like touch caressed Natalia's warm cheek and leaned up to press a tender kiss to his full lips. "Of course I will miss you, sweetling. You have been such a good companion to me in the short time we've known each other. Would that I could, I'd take you with me and make you my own slave..." He had mulled over the idea several times in fact, but ever since that night Frollo apprehended him over his interest in Lanari he knew the demon was far too protective and likely would never give up one of the twins. He also knew it would be dangerous to bring Natalia along, given that someone wanted the prince dead. A war would likely be brewing and their group could be ambushed at any time outside the safety of the tavern.
Ivan sighed lightly, not wanting to think of such things while such a beautiful creature was with him. Slowly he rolled over until the breeder was lying on the bed under him. He rested his hands at either side of Natalia, leaning down to kiss him again, more passionately this time as he settled himself in between the breeder's legs. His cock was still soft, but being so near Natalia's heat made it start to rise again. He shifted slightly then, moving to kiss the breeder's jaw and then his neck. He was slow and methodical, taking his time and enjoying the sweet smell of Natalia's hair and the taste of his delicate flesh. "You are so precious Natalia. I will have to come here and visit you any chance I can get." He purred, bringing a hand up to caress the breeder's chest and toy with a perky nipple. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Feb 6, 2013, 1:33am "I envy the slaves you will one day keep, my lord." Natalia sighed, enjoying the feel of Ivan's weight pressing him into the soft feather mattress. His soft thighs parted easily to accept the mage and heat was already pooling between his legs in anticipation. "They will be lucky to have a man like you. I will miss you dearly when you go."
Natalia reached up and wrapped his arms around Ivan's broad shoulders and gave himself to the mage again. In the back of his mind he wondered if Natasha was also wrapped in the prince's arms as well; he had seen his twin go up to Drogan's room earlier, likely in the hopes that the man would not turn him away again. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Feb 6, 2013, 2:00am Ivan nuzzled the breeder's neck and rested as Natalia continued to lament his upcoming departure. "You will always be my favorite, even when that day comes that I do have my own slaves." He grinned, pressing himself into the breeder and seating his already hardened cock deep inside of Natalia's slick entrance.
Meanwhile, Natasha stood outside of prince Drogan's bedroom door feeling a tight knot of apprehension in his stomach as he reached out to knock. It was the prince's final day there and he barely got to see him at all, always being sent away. Drogan wanted to be left alone more and more and it caused the breeder endless worry. "My prince, may I please come in? I worry about you... It's our last day to be together and I... I really want to be near you." The few moments Drogan did let him in, he looked worse and worse. Natasha had an awful feeling in the pit of his gut that the prince was going to die. Ever since he was attacked something was wrong. There was no reply and after knocking several more times the breeder started to become frantic. "My prince??" Finally he could stand it no longer, and regardless of if he was allowed to enter or not, Natasha opened the door and hurried into the room.
The sound of Natasha's scream flooded the hallway and Ivan stopped mid thrust, looking towards the door in alarm as he quickly pulled out of Natalia and got up, grabbing a robe and quickly throwing it on before leaving the room to see what was wrong. He felt a queer sinking sensation in his gut as he made his way to Drogan's room, seeing Natasha standing by the prince's bedside completely hysterical.
"T-the prince, h-his arm!" He cried, seeing Drogan laying on the bed with one of his arms looking blackened and necrotic. The odor that came off it was sickening and Natasha covered his mouth to avoid retching from the sight and smell of it as he looked to Ivan for support. He was at a loss for what to do and afraid the prince would die at any moment. If not for his labored breathing, he would have thought he was already dead.
Ivan approached Drogan, leaning in to inspect the arm more closely. "That dagger that wounded his hand must have been coated in poison... His arm is rotting away. Quickly, fetch a soldier and have them bring me a knife, a tray with hot coals, water, bandages, and a sedative. If I don't cut off his arm the poison will continue to spread and eat away the rest of him." Ivan said grimly, horrified by what he was seeing and what he would have to do to his cherished friend.
Natasha nodded meekly and hurried off to do as he was told and Ivan looked at his prince, deeply concerned. "Drogan? Can you hear me? Are you still with us?" He reached out two fingers, feeling for the demon's pulse in his neck. It was faint, but still there and he hoped he would be able to save his life in time.
When Natasha returned with one of the soldiers and the supplies, Ivan first had the slave gently lift Drogan's head so he could carefully pour the kafaleaf syrum into his mouth and help him swallow it down. It would help dull out the pain to some extent, though Ivan had no doubt once he began sawing off the arm the prince would still feel it. "My prince, I have to take your arm... it's the only way I can save you. Forgive me." He said quickly as he thrust the knife into the hot coals to heat and sterilize the metal. Next he brought it to the top of the infected limb, pushing down into the sickly looking flesh. "Hold him down, make sure he doesn't move." Ivan commanded as the soldier got on the other side of the prince and kept him pressed against the bed. Ivan then continued, working the knife deeper until he felt the hard bones of Drogan's joint. Bile rose up in his throat but he swallowed it back down as he pressed the knife down hard, using all of his strength to pop the bones apart. Sickening cracking sounds could be heard, much like the sound of one tearing a leg from a large roast turkey. Finally there was a snap and Ivan felt the knife pass back into muscle, going the rest of the way until the entire limb was completely severed. Every moment from that point onward was crucial as he heated the knife once more and worked quickly to cauterize the wound and minimize the bleeding.
During that entire moment Natasha found himself growing lightheaded and soon the room began to spin. He fell hard to the floor with a loud thud, out cold. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Feb 6, 2013, 3:03am Natalia was just as shocked when he heard his brother scream, the bliss he had been feeling with Ivan doused as effectively as if he'd been thrown into the snow. "My lord!" He gasped when Ivan leaped off him and rushed out the door with his robe. Natalia sat there for a moment with the sheets pulled up around his naked body as he stared out the open door, stunned. Then he too quickly climbed out of the bed and pulled on his dress without bothering with the underclothes. He affixed his veil as well and then ran over to the room next door in time to see Ivan pouring something down Drogan's throat.
"What is going on...? Oh!" His eyes finally alighted on the blackened lump of flesh that had once been the unconscious prince's arm and he felt sick to his stomach. He had never seen anything so repulsive before, although Frollo had had stories when they were young. He could see that his twin was feeling equally as queasy and his discomfort only increased when Ivan began cutting the rotten limb off. He watched in morbid fascination as the mage worked and did not look away until he heard the thump and saw his brother on the floor.
"Tasha!" He yelped and rushed to his twin's side. "Tasha, are you okay?" Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Feb 6, 2013, 3:21am Ivan continued his work and once the flesh was sealed he washed it and gently applied medicinal herbs before bandaging it up. Where once there was a strong sword arm, there was now nothing but marred, charred flesh. The mage then quickly waved over the soldier, having him use a sheet to wrap the rotting limb and dispose of it. There was no way to save it, and Ivan wondered how the prince would cope with his new handicap. "He's not out of the woods just yet. We will have to stay by his side and watch over him. Don't you dare die on me Drogan..."
Meanwhile, Frollo had been near the doorway, having heard the commotion all the way from the kitchen. He was shocked by what was happening, and when Natasha fell he quickly made his way over to the breeder and his brother. He knelt down, tucking a hand under Natasha's head and gently lifting him so he could lay on his lap.
Natasha's eyes fluttered open and he looked up to see Natalia and their adopted father. "Wha... what happened?" He said in a daze, completely forgetting the gruesome scene that had caused him to pass out. "Drogan... how is the prince?" He asked in concern, looking towards the bed and seeing Ivan sitting by the prince's side. He saw the bandages covering the place where an arm used to be and noticed Drogan was still unconscious. The breeder gasped, tears welling up in his eyes. "Oh how awful... I knew something was terribly wrong. He wouldn't tell me anything." Natasha wiped his eyes, his heart aching to see the prince he had grown to love in such a sad, precarious state. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Feb 8, 2013, 10:19pm "Is it so surprising that a proud man like the prince would admit any weakness to a slave?" Natalia murmured. He glanced up at the bed at the unconscious warrior on the bed and sighed, feeling a little guilty for having distracted Ivan every night from possibly checking on Drogan. Perhaps if he had noticed something sooner, Drogan's arm could have been saved.
"Natalia, Natasha, come here." Lanari called from the doorway. Like everyone else he had gone up to see what the commotion was, partly fearing that another assassination attempt had taken place. However, he had remained by the door, mindful of staying out of the way of the prince's men. He had been trained, unlike the twins, and knew his place was out of the way of other males'. Not unless he was asked for directly. "Get out of their way so they can tend to the prince. You can help me in the kitchen."
Natalia frowned under his veil, but did as he was told, rising and following Lanari down the stairs. "Is there anything we can do to help them?"
"I know naught of healing; that was never part of my training when I was young. I think the best thing we can do is just make him a good, strong broth for he will need it when he wakes." Lanari sighed, "A good meal can go a long way in the healing of a man." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Feb 8, 2013, 10:43pm Natasha reluctantly followed his brother towards the door where Lanari stood, looking back at his beloved prince with tears still glistening in his eyes. He couldn't help but feel he was partly to blame for everything, given that the prince had been caught off guard by the assassin when they were lying naked in bed together. He managed to tear his gaze away from the sleeping prince, leaving the room to head to the kitchen. Perhaps helping make a nice broth for Drogan would take his mind off of what was happening.
Frollo got up and went to Lanari as well, turning to Ivan a moment. "I also do not have any medical knowledge. I was a soldier back in the day and all I knew was combat, but if you need anything at all do not hesitate to ask. In the meantime I will see to it that dinner is prepared so all of your men have a good, hot meal tonight. I have a feeling you'll be staying a while longer."
Ivan nodded at Frollo. "I appreciate your hospitality. The prince won't be going anywhere in this condition, so we'll have to hunker down here a while longer. I can't predict how he's going to be when he comes to." The ruskovin mage frowned, looking at his childhood friend and wondering how he would react to being short a crucial limb. "All I can do is make sure his pain is at a minimum. Thank goodness I had medical training or I don't know what would've happened." He sighed, then turned his gaze to Natalia before the breeder left. He yearned for his comfort now more than ever, but knew it was not the time for it.
Frollo nodded, trying to remain hopeful that Drogan would pull through his ordeal. The last thing he wanted was for the country's crowned prince to die in his inn. That would certainly kill business, and he had grown to actually like the man despite his earlier feelings about the group when they had first come to him. Finally he turned then, catching up to Lanari and reaching out to take his hand, giving it a little squeeze. "We better get started on dinner, I just hope we don't run out of food..." He sighed, not having expected their guests would be staying much longer. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Feb 8, 2013, 10:57pm Drogan did not open his eyes again until late the next day, just as evening was beginning to fall. The soldier that had taken over the task of watching the prince immediately went to fetch Ivan. Drogan ignored as he sat up with a groan, feeling his head pound. The only upside was that strange, hot ache that had been in his arm seemed to have subsided, although his shoulder was still sore. He rubbed at his eyes with the palm of his hand and looked blearily around the quite familiar room.
"Ivan...what happened last night? My head is killing me and I can't remember a thing." Drogan grumbled when he saw the mage enter with the returning soldier. "Did I get drunk?" Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Feb 8, 2013, 11:11pm Ivan had been relieved to see the prince had finally awakened, but having to explain what happened was not going to be easy, especially when he feared the prince would go into a rage or a depression over losing his fighting arm... The mage sat down on a chair beside Drogan's bed, taking a deep breath for a moment. "The night you were attacked, it seemed the assassin's blade was poisoned. I should have considered that possibility sooner. Unfortunately, the poison was slow-acting so by the time Natasha found you in here yesterday it was too late. I'm sorry Drogan but, you're not going to like what I have to tell you..."
He reached out then and pointed to the demon's bandages where his arm would have been. "Your entire arm was badly infected and the flesh was rotting, I had no choice but to cut it off or else it would have spread and you'd be dead. It's a good thing Natasha loves you enough to barge in or no one would have known just how sick you really were." He reached out then for a glass of water steeped with herbs and held it out to Drogan. "This will help you heal faster and ease some of the discomfort, but unfortunately it will make you sleepy; that's part of the healing process." He noted, having seen that the demon looked quite woozy. "The twins also made you some broth if you get hungry, best to keep it light for a while." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Feb 8, 2013, 11:34pm Drogan listened with half an ear while Ivan talked, far too distracted by the throbbing ache in his head. It was not until the mage said that his arm had been removed that he finally paid attention. "My arm...?" His brow furrowed and he looked down his left side, staring in stupified wonder at the stump of his shoulder. His headache was forgotten and he fell silent for several long minutes.
"Get the men together and prepare for travel. Now." He spoke quietly, rage humming in his voice. "Forget our task visiting the villages for supplies. We'll find an ambassador to do the chore when we return home. We are going back to my father's stronghold to gather my men and then we will march on Mardin. I am not waiting for spring to take that bastard's head...but first I will take his sons."
Drogan rose to his feet, his face set with grim determination. He reached for his clothing, struggling with his heavy jacket for a moment before he hurled the garment across the room in disgust. "Send me one of the slaves and begone, now! I want the caravan prepared within the next two hours! Every minute after will be taken out of your hides!" Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Feb 8, 2013, 11:58pm Ivan was about to suggest to his prince that he rest longer and try to heal up more, but he could sense his friend's rage bubbling beneath the surface. He knew better than to test him when he was angry and quickly decided to hold his tongue and let Drogan do as he wished. Even though he cared for him as a brother, the ruskovin male was still his prince and Ivan had to obey him. He watched as Drogan struggled with his clothing and threw it. The storm was about to begin as the prince's anger finally came out, and rightfully so. Ivan wanted Mardin and his men's heads on spikes just as much as Drogan did, and if it was war they wanted, war they would have. He set the cup down and got up quickly to leave, making haste to fetch Natasha and ready the men to leave.
The red skinned breeder had been kneading bread when Frollo approached him, putting a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. "The prince is awake and he requires your assistance. Be careful 'Tasha, he's not in a good mood. He and his men will be moving on shortly so you may as well say your goodbyes while you're helping him. Perhaps you can soothe him a bit, from what Ivan told me he's ready to head off to war already." He sighed, knowing that Drogan must carry a tremendous burden having to rally his troops to battle when he himself likely wouldn't be able to fight, not the way he used to.
Natasha's brows furrowed in worry and he nodded, grabbing a moist towel to clean off his hands before quickly making his way up to Drogan's room. His long, maroon colored skirts swayed as he went and his eyes shone with concern despite the veil covering his anxious frown. Finally he entered the room, looking at the man he had grown to adore with a bit of apprehension. "My prince... how may I serve?" He said with a polite curtsey, remembering his manners. Knowing Drogan was upset made him extra careful, even though all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around him and comfort him somehow. Knowing he would be leaving soon in such a state made Natasha's stomach twist into knots. He didn't want him to go, especially not with his injury still so fresh. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Feb 9, 2013, 12:20am "Shut the door." Drogan commanded, not wishing to be seen having to ask a slave for help doing something he had done his whole life. He turned and faced Natasha, his eyes darker than usual in his fury. "It seems my...injury...is making dressing difficult for me. Help me get my travel clothes on. They're in that trunk."
Drogan turned away again to begin pulling off the stale shirt he had been sleeping in. It stank of sweat and sickness and he wanted out of it. The ties he had never had any problem with before seem to knot themselves under his fingers and he growled before simply ripping the garment off and tossing the rags on the floor. Why should such little things be so difficult simply because he lacked a limb?! He hated this helpless feeling that pervaded him and it made him turn and grab Natasha around the waist with his remaining arm and throw the breeder on the bed. He needed to prove to himself there was at least one thing he could still do as he turned Natasha facedown on the mattress and pushed his skirts up. There was no tenderness or preparation, he simply pulled out his thick cock and shoved it into the slave's breeding hole. His cock grew thicker and stiffer as he fucked Natasha hard, pouring all of his rage and frustration into the act. He gripped a handful of Natasha's thick white hair in his fist, pulling it up hard as he slammed his hips forward. He wanted to hear the slave scream and every thrust deep into Natasha's heat seemed to do little to soothe him, his movements only growing more frenzied and angry. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Feb 9, 2013, 12:46am Natasha did as he was told, closing the door and making his way over to the trunk to fetch Drogan's travel gear. The breeder struggled not to stare as the prince had a hard time removing his current shirt. It was an odd sight seeing such a powerful male suddenly be so incapable of the simplest tasks. Finally Natasha heard the fabric tear and watched as Drogan threw the ruined garment in frustration. He turned away in shame for looking, fumbling to open the trunk when suddenly a strong arm wrapped around his waist and he felt the prince toss him onto the bed haphazardly.
Natasha let out a yelp of surprise and before he could turn around, he felt his skirts going up, exposing his bare rump and long tail. "M-my prince, w-what are y-" He was cut off when suddenly he felt Drogan's massive cock ram into his unprepared hole. He let out a cry of pain, feeling the flesh tear from not being properly moistened to take in such a large organ, and soon that powerful hand was pulling his hair and his head was pulled back. Tears gathered in his eyes from the sharp pain that now resided in his sensitive breeding hole, and he was shocked his dear prince would hurt him so... Yet he endured it as best he could. He was a slave, and if Drogan wanted to abuse him to let out some of his anger, so be it. His cries echoed out loud, surely being heard all across the tavern despite the door being closed. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Feb 9, 2013, 1:03am Drogan relished Natasha's cries, wanting for the first time in life to hurt a slave. There was a feral sense of satisfaction to be had in this torture of someone that would always be helpless against him and the tight, hot pleasure that pooled in his groin was greater than any he had experienced before with the red-skinned breeder. He came with a loud roar, burying his cock as deeply into that torn flesh as he could to flood the slave's channel with his seed. With the dizzying high came an abysmal low when he came back to himself and realized just what he had done in his anger. Looking down at Natasha's trembling form and hearing his crying, Drogan felt disgusted with himself and pulled out of the slave. He turned his back, shamed by his actions. He had never harmed a slave before, had always disdained those who would, especially his father. He had never wanted to be his father and he had just rutted with a slave exactly as Varus did.
"...Leave. I'll get one of my soldiers to help me. You're injured." Drogan said softly. He did not apologize; males never apologized to slaves and even he would not bend so far. Acknowledging Natasha's injury was as far as his pride would allow him to go. "Your services were appreciated." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Feb 9, 2013, 8:08pm Natasha sobbed in despair at how his once sweet and tender prince was carelessly raping him. The breeder's face was buried against the pillows as his hands clutched the sheets so hard his red knuckles looked pink. When Drogan finally came all he could do was tremble, in too much pain to do much else. As Drogan pulled out of him he gave another pained groan, feeling the slick demon's seed trickle down between his legs and onto the bed.
When the prince told him to leave he struggled to get up, noticing the come stain on the sheets was mixed with blood. Natasha couldn't even bring himself to look at Drogan as he stumbled painfully for the door, too upset and traumatized to remember his courteous ways. There was no bowing or words of goodbye as he left the room in haste, every movement sending burning pain up his body from his abused breeding hole.
Ivan had been readying the men when he saw the disheveled Natasha come down the stairs. He looked at the slave with pity, having a fairly good idea of what happened given the sounds of screams that came from the room earlier. Seeing the breeder in such a state made him feel uneasy, knowing that it was unlike Drogan to ever abuse a slave, especially the one he seemed to like so well.
Natasha sniffed, trying to compose himself as he struggled to speak. "T-the prince wishes for one of the s-soldiers to aid him in-in dressing. P-please excuse me..." He said, hardly able to breathe as he limped off to the storeroom, wanting to go hide and get away from everyone.
Ivan frowned, knowing Frollo would likely be furious if he found out what happened to his slave, though Drogan was well in his rights to use and abuse the slave however he wanted according to the laws. "You, go help the prince get ready. Be warned, he's in a foul mood." The mage quickly commanded one of his men and the soldier did as he was bid. Ivan could only imagine how much rage Drogan must have felt, and even he was leery of being near him then. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Feb 9, 2013, 10:33pm Natalia had stopped working when he heard Natasha's screams, a chill going up his spine. Lanari only glanced up once, but seemed to ignore it, carrying on with getting the prince's men what they needed to begone. Screams like that were not unfamiliar to him; he had heard such before when Frollo had still been a soldier and he just a tent slave. As far as he was concerned, the prince had far worn out his welcome. No amount of coin was worth the troubles that had come with him and if he ever saw the prince again, it would be too soon.
Natalia was of a different mind and he desperately wanted to see Ivan once more before he left. The mage had become more than just a paying patron to him and the thought that after the man left he would be going back to servicing the males in the village again filled him with disappointment. Those men only wanted something to rut against; Ivan had treated him as something more. He hoped Ivan would at least wish him goodbye before disappearing.
Drogan appeared downstairs soon after Natasha had left him looking worse for wear, but prepared for travel. He immediately took over the task of seeing over the preparations, using the distraction of work to forget the recent scene in the bedroom. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Feb 9, 2013, 10:57pm Ivan had finished gathering his own things, as the prince came down the stairs he did his very best to keep a neutral expression on his face. Drogan had every right to be angry, though the way he took it out on Natasha made the mage quite upset nonetheless. He thought about Natalia then, knowing the poor thing had likely heard what happened to his brother. The breeder was probably upset and would wind up treating Natasha's wounds later on. Ivan gave a sigh, this was not the way he wanted to part from these kind people who kept them fed and sheltered for so many days on end. Somehow he had to make amends...
"I will be just one more moment. If you wish to head on out without me I will catch up to you." Ivan said to the prince, lowering his head with respect before he turned to slip away, heading for the kitchen in hopes he would find Natalia.
Frollo had come out to the main room, watching the men prepare to set out. He eyed them warily, especially the prince. His mouth was set in a grim line as anger lingered just beneath the surface of his calm facade. He fought it off however, knowing his unwanted guests would finally leave so he and his family could have peace once again. His food stores were already getting far too low for his liking and knowing that Drogan hurt his precious child infuriated him as much as the night Ivan tried to make a move on his beloved Lanari. In fact, it was far worse. He had had just about enough of these nobles and royalty walking all over him and his hospitality. Begrudgingly, he decided to wish them a safe journey. "You are welcome here anytime." He said, though he didn't mean it. In fact, if he never saw them again he'd be content. He watched then as Ivan slipped past him going towards the kitchen, his eyes narrowing, though he did not try to stop him. Natalia was fond of the mage, and so far Ivan seemed good natured enough, so he let it go.
When Ivan spotted the breeder and Lanari he tried to muster a smile. "I came to wish you both farewell." He looked to Natalia specifically then, walking up to the breeder and reaching out to gently take him into his arms. He leaned down then to claim those delicious lips, wanting the lovely creature to know what he felt and that he would be sorely missed. "Don't forget me, sweetling. I promise I will visit again, perhaps by myself next time..." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Feb 12, 2013, 10:58pm Drogan didn't have to see the look on Frollo's face to know that the man wanted him gone and he could hardly blame him after what he had done. The retired soldier had done his best to be a welcoming host to his prince and the last thing Drogan had done was violate his property. He reached into his cloak and pulled out a bag of gold, far more than enough to pay for their stay; the amount would have kept a small family comfortable for at least three years.
"For the damages to your property." Drogan muttered as he tossed it on the table and then turned to leave, more eager to quit the inn than he had been in the beginning. If he never returned, it would be too soon and he had no doubt Frollo felt likewise. As soon as he was outside, he mounted his warbeast and shouted to the men to begin the march back home.
"I will never forget you, my lord." Natalia murmured, reaching up to put his arms around Ivan. "You are more likely to forget me long before I you. Please be safe on your journey. I would be honored if you returned to me again." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Feb 12, 2013, 11:46pm Frollo could tell from the size of the bag and the clank it made as it hit the table that there was quite a bit of gold inside. He accepted it, not giving another word as he watched the prince and his men leave. At least he got something for all his troubles and the prince was caring enough to try to make amends, even though he'd never forgive him for what he did.
Ivan held the breeder against his tall, lean form for a while longer, nuzzling his neck and inhaling his scent deeply. His claws gently brushed through his snow white locks and he tried to memorize every aspect of Natalia. "I will remember you. I promise." He smiled and gave the breeder one final kiss before he finally pulled away. He knew the prince would not wait for him and he didn't want the men to get too far off without him. "I'll see you again, sweetling." He then gave a respectful bow of his head before leaving.
The outdoors was just as bitter and cold going as it was when they first came to Hindlebark village. At least his muskoxen was behaving well; it seemed the stablekeeps kept the beasts well fed and cared for. The return home was far less pleasant, however, as Ivan found far too many awkward silences between himself and Drogan. He knew the prince was likely boiling with rage over the attempt on his life, the loss of his limb, and possibly guilt over hurting Natasha. He dared not bring any of it up, trying to stay upbeat despite the dark atmosphere that surrounded them. A war would be brewing and he did not look forward to it. Although it would be an opportunity for him to try out some of his new fire magics...
The deep snow made the trip back to the Northern Kingdom treacherous and it took them nearly twice as long before they finally made it back to the massive stone castle. Most of their men had already dispersed to the barracks, leaving Ivan and Drogan to enter the heart of the castle with only a few guards flanking them. Ivan was weary from all the traveling, and his mood fell even more at the thought of seeing his fiancé again. She was always so damn needy whenever he returned from a trip or a battle. Just the thought of Relena's haughty face angered him. He barely noticed the bridge lowering over the deep, frozen mote and the great gates of the castle opening as guards stood aside and let them in. He looked to the prince then, wondering how his father was going to treat a one-armed son. It was already bad enough Drogan was birthed by a breeder slave instead of a freeborn woman. His new handicap was just one more thing for King Varus to hold against him. "Do you want me to go with you to see your father?" He asked, wondering if his friend wanted to deal with his father alone or have some support.
He slid off his mount then and the stablehands quickly came to take the beast and Ivan walked along at a leisurely pace. If Drogan didn't need his company he would be perfectly content to simply return to his room... hopefully Relena wouldn't be there waiting to annoy him with questions. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Mar 10, 2013, 7:43pm "No. I don't need you there." Drogan dismissed Ivan, not wishing to have an audience when he went to report to his father. He had no doubt Varus would have much to say over the sorry state of his heir and would likely make him grovel for the use of his troops. Although Drogan had a sizable army himself, it would not be enough for the war he would wage now. He could not wait until spring for his revenge and he needed as many men as he could get to have it.
Drogan asked a passing guard where his father was in the castle. He was unsurprised to hear the man was in his Great Hall. It was where he spent most of his time when he was not warring, eating, drinking and fucking with his inner circle of friends. Like most males, Varus had no qualms about making use of his slaves with an audience. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it as a means to show off just how powerful and male he was. It was another point of contention between himself and the king, that Drogan would not make sport of the slaves in front of others; Varus had more than once questioned Drogan's manhood over it and the prince could do little more than take the insult. No one spoke against the king at his table.
As Drogan had suspected, Varus was indulging in one of his 'hobbies'. He heard the breeder before he saw him and the voice sent a chill through his body. It was that of Sandora, the one who had birthed him. The most beautiful slave the king owned and had ever owned, the only one Varus had ever collared and made his own private slave. Sandora was shared with no one and anyone who tried to touch him was punished swiftly. So many slaves had fallen out of Varus' favor, sometimes in days, but Sandora had remained at his side since his purchase. Their relationship was strange; Varus seemed to do little to endear himself to the slave, treating him as roughly and crudely as he did any other, but wanted the love and affection from Sandora that a wife would give her husband. Of course, like any well trained slave, Sandora gave him exactly what he wanted, helping him maintain this delusion of love. It was how he had survived. Although how much longer he might survive was shortening.
"Aaah, my king..." Sandora whispered in his soft, musical voice while the king pumped his cock between his legs. He had heard the door and had glanced over his shoulder. Although he had stopped caring long ago about being seen by Varus' cronies, it still shamed him when Drogan would walk in to find him splayed on the king's lap. His face burned in embarrassment and his heart would pound in his ears and the wet sound of Varus' cock sliding in and out of his breeding hole seemed to grow louder the longer his son stood there, staring at his exposed back with the king's fingers curling in the silky mane of fur that ran down his spine. Sandora bit his lip and lowered his eyes, grateful for the veil still covering his face. A short, sharp gasp escaped him when Varus drove himself in particularly hard and Sandora reflexively drew his hips back. It did nothing to help and the new angle just allowed the large male to slide in deeper, until it pained the slave, but Sandora could do nothing to object.
"...Father." Drogan announced his presence after a moment, forcing himself to watch the scene happening on Varus' throne. His father would only ridicule him further if he looked away. "If I might have a moment of your time..." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Mar 10, 2013, 8:22pm Varus had hardly been paying any attention to the intrusion of his bastard son as he pounded his thick cock relentlessly into Sandora's quavering little hole. His thick, horn covered brows furrowed in irritation at the prince's intrusion, but instead of replying to Drogan right away he roughly grabbed Sandora's fine, red hair, yanking it back callously as he leaned forward to lick and bite the nape of the breeder's neck. He snapped his hips up even harder, feeling the tip of his cock hit the deepest possible point inside of his 'wife.' His thick balls grew tight then as he released a thick, hot load of seed deep inside the slave's core. The King let out a grunt of satisfaction, letting his cock pulse and throb inside of his lover a while longer. He loved how hot and tight the breeder was around him, taking every inch he fed to him.
When he noticed the breeder in his lap tighten up around him even more he gazed at Sandora's anxious face, seeing the dark color in his cheeks. He could feel the palpable nervousness rolling off the breeder at the presence of his son. It bothered him that his lovely Sandora would be so distracted and take some of his attention away from him. "I see you've returned home, bastard. I thought I had tasked you with getting the peasants to give up some of their food stores. Why have you returned so soon to pester me?" He growled, none too warm towards the prince. When he finally deigned to look upon Drogan he then noticed the prince's lack of an arm.
"What in Hell happened to you? Now you look even more pathetic and weak. My one 'good' heir is now useless! How are you to rule my kingdom when I am gone and full of graveworms if you don't even have your shield arm?! Tell me what has happened, boy. Who did this to you?" The King bellowed, suddenly becoming enraged. He then reached down and grabbed Sandora's hips, pulling the breeder up and off of his cock and shoving him away. "Go clean yourself, slave, then return to my side. Fetch me some clean garbs as well." He barked, sitting before his son with his cock out in the open, glistening with fluids as it grew flaccid once again. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Mar 10, 2013, 9:03pm Sandora bowed as he was released, feeling more relief than pleasure at being allowed off Varus lap than he had during their tryst. It was a rare occasion that he actually felt any pleasure during the king's rough attentions. It had been during one of those rare moments that Drogan had been conceived and Sandora felt it had been no coincidence; his son had been the only source of joy in his life since the day he was born and it was only for Drogan that Sandora had gone on with Varus as long as he had. Every moment he suffered, Drogan was allowed to thrive. He was about to leave as Varus commanded, but the comment about Drogan's arm made him pause and look. He felt his heart stop when he saw the prince and saw the empty sleeve of his tunic hanging limply at his side. He took a few steps towards Drogan before he caught himself and stopped, turning to do as he was told.
Drogan managed to keep himself from flinching when Varus turned his attention to him, keeping his voice calm despite the rage welling up inside him. "We had stopped at an inn to wait out a storm near one of the villages. King Mardin, the coward, sent an assassin to kill me in my sleep. He did not succeed, but he did take my arm. I need to borrow some of your troops to bolster my own as I intend on marching into his lands and taking his lands and his head. First, however, I will take his sons. I want to go as soon as possible. I will not wait for spring to have him answer for his cowardice." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Mar 10, 2013, 10:50pm At the mention of King Mardin, Varus felt his blood boil. Age old hatreds came to surface and he balled his large hands into fists, slamming them down on the thick iron arms of his throne chair. "Mardin?! That arrogant scum! He knows you are my only worthy heir, and to try and kill you... even if you are a bastard I will not let that land-greedy pig get away with this. An affront on you is an affront on my kingdom and my rule. If he wants a war, he shall have it!" He roared, standing up from his chair and quickly pulling on his britches that had been discarded by the foot of his chair. He pulled them on hastily and fastened them, though a slight wet spot formed from his still moist cock.
The king then picked up his tunic and a dark, blue velvet cloak, putting them on and fastening the cloak over his broad shoulders. The demon king had a robust build, framed by thick muscles. He had a bit of a rounded gut from having endless access to whatever foods he wanted at all times. His appetite for fine food befit his royal ranking, rivaling even his appetite for sex. He certainly was not as fit as his son, though Varus was still physically strong in his own right. His skin was a deep sea green and he had long, bright yellow hair that flowed down his back. Atop his head were a fierce looking set of horns along with his golden crown settled between them. His eyes were as red as embers, giving his aged face an intense look to it that struck fear into the hearts of any who would anger him. He cast a cold gaze at his son as he approached him, his long claws clacking against the marble floor.
"And how do you propose to go and kill his sons and Mardin himself? You cannot possibly fight, you're a damned cripple now!" He growled angrily, reaching out to grab the loose fabric where Drogan's arm would have been and giving it a squeeze to prove his point. "Now Mardin and the other two rival kings will think you weak and try that much harder to end my reign so they can swoop in like locusts and divvy up my lands. I am disappointed that a boy of mine would even be caught off guard to begin with." He snorted derisively, letting go of Drogan's sleeve and staring down at his son with disgust. "I will rally my troops and combine them with yours, but you will not be leading them into battle. I will not have you get yourself killed, I need you to stay here. I will send someone else to lead the men." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Mar 11, 2013, 12:54am "You will not!" Drogan hissed, baring his teeth in a snarl and moving closer to his father. He had to look up slightly; Varus had a few inches, as well as pounds, on him. Normally he found Varus intimidating, had since he was a child. This time his rage overrode his old fears and he drew himself up against the king. "The insult was mine and I will have my vengeance! You will not rob me of it, king or no! I am not a cripple, I can fight and I will have Mardin's head mount on my wall next to his sons'!" Drogan finished in a feral roar, startling Sandora when he returned. He froze in the doorway, wary of coming near two males so obviously close to battle frenzy despite how much he wanted to go to Drogan.
"I will fight you myself, old man, if you feel I must prove myself fit to lead." Drogan growled, "And I am going to march on Mardin whether I have your support or not. Whether you give me your troops or not will only determine how soon I return with my victory." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Mar 11, 2013, 1:12am "You dare challenge me, whelp?!" Varus growled, his voice rising in anger as he stood his ground against his son, not even noticing Sandora's return. It was perhaps the first time he had ever seen Drogan truly stand up to him. "Guards! Bring me two swords." He commanded, and the guards flanking the entryway to the throne room hurried to bring the king a sword, and one for prince Drogan. Varus then backed up a few paces and held the blade out toward his son with one strong, sturdy arm. "If you land a blow then I will let you go and lend you my men. If you fail at this, then you will obey my wish and stay behind and allow me to handle Mardin." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Mar 11, 2013, 1:49am Drogan refused the sword the guard brought for him, demanding his hammer be brought instead. The massive warhammer was not an easy weapon, being that it was heavy and unwieldy, but it was also one of the most powerful. Thus Drogan had trained with it until he was the most proficient warrior to use a hammer in the kingdom, swinging it as easily as most would a sword. It was the only skill he had that seemed to impress Varus. However, it did require two hands to wield it and as he took the heavy weapon in his hand, the heavy stone head fell with a loud thud to floor. The sound seemed to echo through every room and Drogan grit his teeth. Sandora continued to watch from the doorway, holding his breath.
With a grunt of effort, Drogan swung the hammer up onto his shoulder and straightened up to face his father, a look of grim determination on his face. "You had better take up both swords if you wish this to be a fair fight, old man. I know I'll break one of them; you may as well have a backup on hand." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Mar 11, 2013, 2:01am Varus narrowed his eyes at his son, thinking the boy a fool for thinking he could wield his war-hammer, as heavy as it was. When the prince first grasped it and it hit the floor, the king's lips curled up into a grin of amusement. There was no way Drogan could best him. "Fine, I will humor you then." He growled, demanding his second blade. This one was emblazoned with enchanted runes containing electric powers. A slight touch of lightning fizzled and danced along the blade as Varus took it in his other hand. He then got into a defensive stance, his eyes locked on the prince as he prepared to fight him. He would restrain himself enough to ensure his son was not hurt, though he was certain Drogan's pride would soon be crushed. "Let's dance." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Mar 11, 2013, 11:02pm Watching Drogan struggle to lift his hammer was enough for Sandora to finally dare to come between the king and the prince. He put himself between Varus' arms and laid a delicate, bejeweled hand against his broad chest. "Master, please...is there really a need for this? The prince has more than proven himself in battle; how many victories has he earned in your name?" Sandora took a shaky breath, trying to calm his racing heart. Even with Varus' twisted love for him, coming between two men with weapons drawn and ready to do violence was suicide for a slave. His only hope was that for once the stubborn bastard he was forced to rut with daily would listen for once. "The prince has been injured, true. But such a little injury...The loss of a limb is nothing to a warrior of worth and what is your heir if not that?"
Drogan shifted uncomfortably on his feet as he listened to Sandora all but pleading for his life. A part of him was insulted to have a slave beg on his behalf, but another was grateful; despite the protocols of the nobility, he had always thought of Sandora as his mother. The breeder gave him a quick glance over his shoulder and he could see a brief flash of the fear that the slave was feeling shining in his uniquely colored eyes, which were a rainbow of rippling colors. Sandora quickly turned his attention back up to Varus, moving closer to him, pressing his slender body against him.
"If you are so concerned, master, and must have the prince prove his mettle, then send him on a small task. Give him a small number of your troops, just enough, and send him to take one of Mardin's keeps. The closest one to your borders, governed by his youngest. I am sure your heir will raise another victory in your name. A great man such as yourself can only breed more greatness." Sandora let his hand slide lower, knowing the caress would only end with him Varus crushing him into his mattress, but the unpleasantness would be bearable if it kept Drogan safe from this brute's heavy hand. "Think of the message it would send if you send the prince to lead your men, injured as he is. Mardin would finally understand then that the house of Varus is truly an unstoppable force when roused and nothing can contain its fury." Sandora whispered the last part in a seductive tone, looking up at Varus with the desire the king wanted to see while he boldly cupped the large rod through his breeches. Even flaccid it was intimidating and it made Sandora shudder to touch it, but he knew Varus would mistake his shiver for desire. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Mar 11, 2013, 11:20pm Varus was nearly ready to tear his son's other arm off when Sandora suddenly came between them. The insolent creature was so bold in that moment, defying his very role as a slave. Varus' mouth fell open as if in protest, but he found no words coming out as Sandora moved up against him and pleaded so sweetly for his son and him not to fight. When the breeder slid his hand over his groin he felt his flaccid member already stiffening in his britches. "Damn you wench..." He muttered, lowering his swords and dropping his fierce stance. Any intention he had of fighting Drogan were soon diffused, replaced by a heated desire to punish his precious slave. He would have to fuck him twice as hard for his insolence...
"It seems you're quite cunning for a slave bitch. Very well then. Drogan, you will prove your strength by taking over one of Mardin's keeps. As soon as I hear word of your victory I will give you full aid in taking Mardin and his sons out. You are my slave-born bastard and the only worthy heir I have. I expect much of you. My name and kingdom rides on your actions, so do not fail me boy. Now, get out of my sight. I grow tired of looking at you and your handicap." He growled, dropping his blades to the floor and grabbing Sandora around the waist. He hefted the breeder up into his arms and carried him off towards his bed chamber with great haste, intent on punishing him. The breeder would not be leaving his room anytime soon, and when he was done with Sandora he was likely going to be walking bow-legged, if he could even walk at all. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Mar 11, 2013, 11:47pm Sandora let out a yelp as he was suddenly swung up in Varus' arms, what would have been a romantic gesture had it been anyone else to do so. Drogan gave no reply to his father, but he did feel sympathy for what Sandora was sure to go through. He did not relax until Varus was out of the room and he let the hammer fall from his shoulder with a heavy sigh. That was one ordeal he was glad to be done with and he had no doubt that he would have his victory over Mardin's son. It had been his intention anyway, so everything was going according to plan. Now all he had to do was prepare. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Mar 12, 2013, 12:12am When Varus arrived at his chambers he swung his massive clawed foot out to kick open the heavy wooden doors like a brute. The guards in the hall watched and flinched at the sound when the door finally slammed hard behind the king and his slave. He moved over toward his massive bed. It was covered in thick crimson colored blankets with sheets made of fine silk imported from overseas. The frame was thick, sturdy oak carved with intricate designs that traveled all the way up the tall posts. Atop the bed was a canopy of opaque fabric, tied off at each bed post. The disgruntled king hurried dropped Sandora onto the bed and wasted no time in pulling off his clothing until he was once again fully nude. His lips were set in a grim, angry line as he gazed coldly at the creature that infuriated him so, yet he could not avoid the desire he felt to take him.
He then roughly reached down to pull off Sandora's dress and tear the veil away from his face. He paused to eye him over for a good long moment, always enjoying the sight of the breeder nude before him. He had such soft, sensual blue skin in contrast with his vibrant, berry red hair. He would dominate that curvy little figure and make the breeder cry out in pain and pleasure. He was all his and no one else could ever have him. "You know I have half a mind to slap you until your head spins or bend you over my knee and turn your rear black with bruises for what you did back there. How dare you interfere in royal affairs! You're a wretched slave, and as powerless as you are... you make me bend." He was agitated, but at the same time Sandora's disobedience and daring move earlier also sparked a flame inside of him that he rarely felt. No one ever dared to test him, yet already in one day his son and slave both defied his will.
He crawled atop the slave then, reaching down to run his large, clawed hand through Sandora's red hair almost affectionately before he grabbed a fistful of it and pulled the breeder up to his face, crushing his lips hard against the other's in a dominant kiss. His tongue pushed forth into the breeder's mouth, plundering ruthlessly into him as his desire to take the slave mounted. His large cock became fully hardened, pressing insistently into Sandora's belly. No matter what was going on in the world outside of his bedchamber, be it the threat of war with Mardin, his bastard son missing a limb, or the coming of King Aadesh in two months, nothing mattered. Nothing was nearly worth so much attention as this hot, soft breeder that he found himself loving so much. Sandora was the perfect little wife, so much better than the woman he was once married to long ago. When he finally broke the kiss he positioned his cock between the breeder's legs and roughly worked it inside of him, not caring if Sandora was wet for him or not. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Mar 12, 2013, 12:48am Sandora braced himself as he landed on the bed and quickly rolled over so he could see Varus. He always felt better when he could see where the brute was, even if said brute was undressing. Varus would have been considered handsome in his youth, could still be so despite the paunch of his belly, but it was his cruelty that made him seem monstrous. Sandora only felt dread as he watched the big male disrobe, his gut twisting as that large body came towards him. He gasped when those large clawed hands began pulling off his fine clothing and he was laid bare before the king. He gazed up at him, the faint silver tendrils around his eyes that were marks of his disease shining faintly in the light. He gulped and fought the urge to move back when Varus crawled over.
"Forgive me, master..." Sandora spoke in a tremulous whisper, even as he spread his legs for the large old warrior. He tried not to whimper under the bruising kiss Varus delivered, tilting his head back to relieve some of the pain of having his hair pulled which only allowed Varus's tongue more access down his throat. His belly trembled under the heavy weight of the king's cock, feeling the brutal club digging into it. He did whimper when it next dug between his legs, abusing his sore hole even further.
"Ah, my king..." Sandora pleaded softly, unable to take much more after suffering the king's heavy handed attentions in the Great Hall. "Please, some gentleness...I know you are angry with this insolent slave, but I beg your mercy." Sandora grimaced as he felt those thick inches stretching him more and more, unable to help himself. "Your weapon is so great and I am only a weak creature. I apologize for not being heartier and pray that you will at least allow me to grow ready for you first to ease your passage into my sheath." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Mar 12, 2013, 1:04am Varus grunted as he pushed further into the slave's unprepared, sorely abused hole, stretching the tender flesh relentlessly. "Why should I show you any mercy? You deserve none. Your pleading will not work on me twice in one day." He growled in a tone that brokered no argument, not heeding Sandora's wishes as he shoved himself inside even further. The breeder was still so tight, gripping his thick cock like a vice as he slid in to the hilt. He held it there a moment without moving, gazing heatedly into Sandora's eyes and gauging the amount of discomfort on the slave's face. He could see the pale tendrils around his eyes that meant the breeder was slowly dying, succumbing to a disease that no amount of magics or medicines could cure. He hated seeing it, unable to cope with the thought of losing his Sandora someday as he had lost his first wife.
He leaned forward then and kissed the breeder's forehead, a strangely tender gesture as he simply enjoyed being locked inside of him for a moment. Then without warning, his hips began to move and he gave a feral grin as he started to pummel and ram himself into the breeder without a care. If he tore the slave's tender flesh and drew blood, it was of no consequence. Sandora's body was his to use and abuse as he pleased, though he always made sure his servants took good care of the slave afterward, treating any wounds he may have sustained. "Tell me slave..." He said between pants. "Tell me how much you love your king, how much you love my cock..." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Mar 12, 2013, 1:15am Sandora could not quiet his cries any further and he groaned as Varus shoved himself the rest of the way inside with none of the tenderness the slave had begged for. His hands curled in the fine silk bedding, twisting it in his fists. His body clenched reflexively around Varus as he seated himself and Sandora was able to catch his breath when he paused for a moment. He closed his eyes when Varus kissed his forehead and resisted the urge to turn away. He knew what was coming and he was not disappointed when the king started moving, violating him violently with that thick cock.
"Aaaah!" Sandora cried out, his back arching off the bed as a jolt of pain ran up his spine. It was only in bed that he could express his pain, since it could easily be mistaken for pleasure. Tears stung his eyes as he tried his best to endure this rape. Varus' cock stretched him to his limit and beyond; he could feel every pulsing inch, it was like a living beast trying to tear him apart from the inside out. It was little surprise to him that he had never borne another child for Varus after Drogan, considering what he went through.
"I love you my lord!" He cried out obediently, the words interspersed between his labored breaths and groans of pain. "I live for you, your cock! I ache when you are not inside me..." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Mar 12, 2013, 1:32am "Mmmm, good." Varus grunted, relishing in the slave's cries. He felt the breeder tighten up even more when his back arched off the bed, in his mind thinking it was because the slave desired him so and was lost in ecstasy. This was always how the fantasy went. Sandora was the perfect fuck toy, loving everything Varus did to him no matter how brutal or rough he was. The rutting king became lost in this heady fantasy as he continued to pound the poor breeder hard into the bed, making the entire wooden frame tremble and quake with his exertions.
After a while longer Varus felt his heavy balls draw in tightly to his body as another hot load of his seed spilled forth inside his slave. His claws dug into the sheets at either side of Sandora and he let out a growl-like moan of satisfaction, sounding more like an animal than a king. He didn't even seem to notice or care if the breeder orgasmed as well; in his mind Sandora always came with him. "Nnnn you are a good slave." He purred, pulling out of Sandora with a slick squelch and watching his seed drip out, mixed with blood. He knew then he had damaged his precious slave, but he dared not show the breeder any concern as he rolled over onto his back and simply basked in the afterglow. He closed his eyes and sighed, feeling tired when once he could have gone several more times. Age had been steadily creeping up on him and he inhaled a long breath of air, silently lamenting his lack of energy. Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by onichan01 on Mar 12, 2013, 1:46am Sandora rode out Varus' rough attentions as best he could, gritting his teeth and whimpering under the large male. It was both painful and a relief to finally feel Varus empty his balls inside him once again because it heralded the end of this tryst and thankfully the king lacked the stamina of his younger days. Sandora sighed when he felt Varus pull out, the cool air soothing his gaping opening as it dribbled come and blood. He panted and struggled to catch his breath while Varus simply rolled onto his back in satisfaction.
"...Thank you, master." Sandora murmured because Varus wanted to hear it even if the slave would rather choke on the words. His entire body burned with pain and he could do little more than lay there, endure and hope that the king did not catch his second wind. "I am honored to please you." Re: Hell (eiji)
Post by Butler Eiji on Mar 12, 2013, 1:56am Varus grinned as Sandora thanked him, his eyes opening to gaze upon the breeder a moment as he rolled onto his side and draped an arm over Sandora's belly possessively. He rested his head against the breeder's arm and inhaled his scent deeply before relaxing once again. "Stay with me a while longer, then go and get cleaned up. Have the servants tend to your injuries." He said coolly, still not showing much concern for what he had done to the breeder. He was far too proud to ever admit to Sandora or to himself when he had gone too far, though a small part of him knew the breeder had to be in agony. The slave was so good to him though, not once complaining about it. Soon the king was dozing off for a nap thinking nothing more of it. Author’s Note: Hello all! So glad I was able to bring you a new chapter of hell (and Elysium too!) I know it’s been a good 4 or 5 months since the last time I posted any chapters, that is the nature of roleplay. It’s a team effort and sometimes one person or the other either can’t write or isn’t motivated. Angel still does not have her own computer, so for a good chunk of those months she didn’t have any way to post unless she used her sister’s busted laptop. Now her sister has a new computer and they share its usage, so the RPs moved along a little bit. Lately Angel is not super revved up to RP, but we all should remember that this is just a hobby for her and we’re not doing it as if it were a job, trying to pop out chapters on a timely basis to feed the masses. I do appreciate the patience you all have, it’s always well worth the wait! The new chapters are 47 and 49 pages each so you have something nice to chew on for a good while until we write more. In the meantime, if you guys need a Helysium fix I made a timeline that explains the history of the world from its creation to the present, it might shed a bit of light on some things (or it might be a spoiler, reader discretion is advised!) There are also new character sheets up including Raphael Yuen, Hamael, etc and I’m working on a new illustration of Kalim and Caine. Hope you all still enjoy the story, thanks for reading! Supporting Hell and Elysium Character & Scene Imagery: http://otaku-no-bijutsu.deviantart.com/gallery/33853739