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The Abduction
Elysium Chapter 9: The Abduction Roleplay by onichan01 and Otaku1811
Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Jul 12, 2012, 8:31pmRaziel had been relaxing in the garden on one of Gabriel's simple lounge chairs. It was made of white sandstone and covered in soft cushions Raziel had made the Dominion buy for him. He enjoyed lazing about under the shade of one of the peach trees, feeling the cool breeze blow past. The archangel was avoiding washing the dishes and taking care of the laundry, so he let it pile up hoping Gabriel would handle it. Just thinking about his chores was exhausting; he missed having servants to take care of his every whim and handle all of the menial tasks of life. Raziel's only good excuse for not doing what he was supposed to was that he was pregnant. It had only been a few days since he and Gabriel had wed and his belly was only slightly bigger. To the untrained eye he would have simply looked a little fatter, as though he'd eaten a few too many lemon cakes. Gabriel always poked fun at him and mentioned how he was getting fat, but the Dominion was good to him too even through the sarcasm. The archangel was grateful that he put up with him and still wanted him despite being pregnant with a demon's child.
Lazily, Raziel rolled over onto his side, his wings giving a little twitch as he gazed at the rose bushes before he closed his eyes for a nice nap. Before he could get too far into it there was the sound of banging, startling the breeder a moment. He bolted upright and blinked a moment when the sound came again. He eventually realized someone was knocking hard on the front door. "Hmm, who can that be? I'm pretty sure Gabriel doesn't have any friends..." He muttered as he got up and made his way back inside and opened the door. There stood a woman with bright red hair that was voluminous and curly, adorned with white and blue flowers. Her eyes were violet with flecks of blue and her skin was tanned with freckles on her round face. In her chest was a red gem, marking her as a seraphim and high noble of the court. Raziel recognized Ariel, she was one of Queen Aria's most trusted advisers and was practically always by the Queen's side. She looked up at Raziel with a stern expression, unfurling a piece of parchment with the Queen's seal. Raziel felt his stomach sink for a moment as it dawned on him what was happening.
"As a royal court adviser and upholder of the Queen's laws, I have been sent by Her Grace to deliver this summons to you, Lord Raziel and the Dominion Gabriel. Queen Aria wishes to see you both in the throne room at Ajma as soon as possible to discuss urgent matters pertaining to you both. Frankly I am surprised you're still alive... having been captured by the demons and all." Ariel smirked, eying the breeder up and down as if sizing him up. She never understood why Aria chose him to be a High General. He certainly didn't look very powerful despite his white gem, and he wasn't known to have the most charming personality.
"What a pleasure to see you again, Lady Ariel..." Raziel tensed, still seething over the injustice the Queen had done him by giving away his estate and holding a funeral for him. She took away everything he ever had, including Nemiel and the other slave boys he had purchased and cared for. His entire fortune was gone along with all of his family heirlooms, and worse still, Aria never wanted anyone to look for him. His feathers began to puff out as the thought of it made him angrier. "We certainly do have urgent matters to discuss." He said with a tightness to his voice as he glared at Ariel and her smug face. "I cannot fly so Gabriel will have to carry me, my wings had been clipped and they are still growing back. Please inform the Queen we will be there as soon as we can."
"I'm surprised those demons didn't chop your wings off entirely. Aren't you lucky~" She grinned, flapping her wings and taking off to inform the Queen of Raziel's acceptance.
The archangel glared at her until she vanished from view, his hands clenched into tight fists at his side before he finally let out a drawn out sigh. "What a bitch!" He finally growled. "She has no sympathy at all, just like her bitch Queen! Catty bitches!!!" He yelled, completely losing his temper. "If only I could give Aria a piece of my mind for what she's done... the disrespect she's shown me when I've served her all these centuries, playing her little game of war. I can't stand it." Re: Elysium Post by onichan01 on Aug 19, 2012, 11:13pm
“...Sounds like it's time we moved from this place.” Gabriel had returned just in time to catch the exchange between his wife and the Queen's messenger. He had been waiting for a day like this and was only surprised that someone had not come for them sooner. The chores around the home had gone unfinished for more reasons than simply Raziel's laziness; the dominion had been preparing for just this moment by constructing a house on another island, one that was too small to be fully colonized and more on the outskirts of Elysium. The structure was not completely finished, but it was habitable. Raziel would surely complain about the lack of comforts, however.
The large angel went to the smaller blond and reached out for him, pulling him in close with one arm. As usual, his body reacted to the breeder's proximity, his sweet scent filling his nose and drawing in his attention. Raziel's body felt soft and warm against his own and brought the breeder's hands up to rest them against his broad, naked chest. Since they had married, their life could hardly be described as bliss. They still fought and yelled, occasionally became even physical. Gabriel could not deny that he had ever been happier, however. His mate challenged him in ways he had never been before and there was nothing that could compare to the nights they shared. The long hours he spent making love to the breeder under the moonlight were his favorite times and he knew that he would never tire of them.
“You will pack your things. Anything you wish to bring.” Gabriel spoke, his voice holding that usual current of command. “I want us to be out of here by the end of the week, before they come back and summon us again. We will see Aria on our terms, not hers. For what she has done, we do not owe her obedience.” Re: Elysium Post by Butler Eiji on Aug 20, 2012, 12:01am
Raziel looked up at the tall Dominion a bit stunned by what he was hearing. "We're moving? Why? That's ridiculous! It's as if we're fugitives on the run from the Queen. We should just go to her now and get this over with. I have plenty I'd like to say to that royal cunt!" The archangel growled, still angry from a few moments earlier as he tried to squirm out of Gabriel's grip, but to no avail. "If we run we're just being cowards. She'll send out scouts to try and find us no matter where we go." Raziel vocalized his complaints and concerns loud and clear, not agreeing with Gabriel's plan. Yet he knew he couldn't go anywhere without his mate, and if Gabriel wanted him to leave their little apartment for a new place, there was little he could do to refuse except complain as the Dominion dragged him off. He cursed his clipped wings, flapping them irritably before he finally tried to relax. He let out a defeated sigh and rested his head against his husband's chest, inhaling that rich, soothing scent deeply. It calmed him somehow, but only a little. "I just want her to pay for what she did to me. To us..."
His hands could feel the warm thrum of Gabriel's pulse and his heart beating steadily within his chest. Lower down he could feel the Dominion's cock stirring against him the way it often did. He could smell Gabriel's arousal, having grown keenly aware of the angel's subtle physical cues, and the not-so-subtle ones of that monstrous piece between his legs. He couldn't help but smirk at him as he turned his gaze up to that handsome, stoic face. "I don't have much to pack, just a few small things... Are we leaving right now? Or do we have time to do more enjoyable things? I have a lot of steam to blow off after all..." He spoke in a sultry tone as he pressed himself more firmly against the Dominion, rubbing at his groin slightly with his thigh. Even though Gabriel had a near insatiable appetite for sex, the archangel's body had been growing more used to it and he found himself craving the physical intimacy just as much as his husband did. At least he wanted it until he was too sore to take anymore, but a bit of that medicinal salve and a day's rest always worked wonders. Re: Elysium Post by onichan01 on Aug 20, 2012, 12:18am
“We are not running from her, don't be foolish. We are just not jumping at her command.” Gabriel snorted, rolling his eyes. “Besides, it's not exactly wise for you to speak to her when you're like this. You're liable to say something stupid without thinking and get us executed at dawn. I'm not sure about you, but I have some more living to do.”
He raised an eyebrow when Raziel started rubbing against him. While he had not really been considering mounting the angel before now, he was not about to resist the physical urges the breeder was coaxing from him. He reached down and untied the knot that held the archangel's tunic closed and the draped fabric fell to the floor. He grasped Raziel's delicate wrist in his large hand and pulled him to the couch, which got this sort of use more often than it did its original intended use. He pushed Raziel down onto the spartan piece of furniture and sat down next to him. Although he had been slowly letting Raziel take control of their physical relations more often, he still tended to dominate the situation. Partially because there was something in him that was still distrustful, but more because it was simply in his nature.
“You seem to want this more often lately. You never touched me before in the day hours; I assumed it was because you were tired.” Gabriel murmured as he reached out and ran one rough hand down the front of Raziel's body, his hand stopping on the breeder's growing belly. “Hands behind your back. Leave them there.” Re: Elysium Post by Butler Eiji on Aug 20, 2012, 12:38am
Raziel looked up at the Dominion from his position on the couch, his cheeks pinkening a touch as Gabriel questioned him and gave him orders that he eagerly obeyed. Before he had met him, the archangel was always the one playing the dominant role. His boys were delicate and easy to bend to his will, yet Gabriel was a firm wall of defiance and sometimes it was just easier to let him take control. Somehow it balanced everything out and Raziel could enjoy being a breeder, letting his male do all the work. Though he was slowly working on getting Gabriel to let him do a bit more, trying to ease him in to doing new things and allowing himself to be vulnerable. He enjoyed the times when Gabriel let him ride on top, or allowed him to suck on his cock or massage him in his hands. "You're getting more comfortable with me, and I'm growing used to you too. I tried to avoid touching you mainly because I know what a beast you can be. You get aroused just from glancing at me. If I touched you I'd wind up bent over something all day long and I'd never have any me time. Not to mention you'd never leave or get any work done." He couldn't help but smile then, batting his long lashes at his husband. "But sometimes I need a little change..."
Raziel's cock started to harden as Gabriel slid that warm, calloused hand down his smooth skin. He spread his legs and his breeding hole was already growing wet with need, glistening slightly and twitching in invitation to the Dominion. His belly was already bulging, though still not as round as it would be in a few more months. His nipples even grew a touch fuller as his body prepared for the baby that would soon be suckling at them. Each day his belly grew, so did his worries. He wondered if Gabriel would truly accept the child and help him raise it as an angel if it came out normal and survived. He wondered if Gabriel was really true to his vows and that he'd stay with him through thick and thin. His brows began to furrow slightly, noticing Gabriel's hand was resting on his belly. He wondered what he was thinking sometimes, but his face never betrayed anything and if he was angry or loathing the life inside of Raziel's belly, it didn't show. Re: Elysium Post by onichan01 on Sept 5, 2012, 4:16pm
“I think you are the only breeder that complains of receiving too much attention from his male. You're also one to talk about not getting any work done. I notice that you have not done the chores you said that you would. Leaving them for me again, I assume?” Gabriel raised an eyebrow as he looked back up at Raziel. Although the archangel had insisted that he would help around their home, Gabriel had been under no delusions that he would. The breeder was far too spoiled, used to being waited on. He had a feeling it would take a couple children yet before Raziel was broken of that habit and Gabriel intended to have many. Not that he had informed Raziel of this; no doubt the breeder would be appalled to learn just how many children he intended to sire by him. It would be a large brood, of that there was no doubt in the dominion's mind. As soon as this first one was out, it would not be long before he planted his own seed to grow.
He shifted, moving over Raziel and between his spread legs, loosening the wrap around his own waist. His cock was hard and ready, needing little coaxing as the breeder had complained earlier. Gabriel entered his mate in one swift motion, his cock sinking into the soft, wet heat between his lover's legs with little resistance. There were few words after that while the couch was put through its paces again. Re: Elysium Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 7, 2012, 10:46pm
Raziel tried to look innocent when Gabriel brought up his neglect of the chores, but his lips curled into a wicked little grin anyway. "It's just so nice to have you take care of all that rubbish. After all, I am pregnant and my feet get to hurting if I stand too long." He knew he was exaggerating things, but Gabriel seemed to be forgiving enough as long as he spread his legs and let the strong male sate his desires. Being his wife had its challenges, but it was also so simple and he felt that he was made for Gabriel. As his lover came inside of him he let out a soft sigh of contentment, feeling whole when they were connected as one. He gazed into his eyes that shone with love and adoration, letting his mate take him over and over. Packing up and preparing to move was the last thing on his mind in that blissful moment.
~~~ The sun was melting into the wavering horizon as hot, dry winds kicked up the yellow sands of the Khaleeri desert pass. A large row of wooden wagons full of valuable goods sat beside a tall wall of eroded rock covered in mounds of sand. The carts were covered by thick, protective canvases stretched over sturdy wooden frames. Inside each one was an array of ornate throw rugs, bolts of colorful silk, and fine jewelry. There were several more carriages for carrying along hired servants and slaves to serve the traders and their guardsmen, taking care of the domestic chores as well as the demon's baser needs. A tall merchant named Eshu was busily tying his camels up to a wooden post with a red piece of cloth tied near the top. It billowed in the wind, marking the edge of the road to help travelers from becoming lost in the unending sea of sand. It had been a long day of trekking through the desert with his caravan, making a slow but steady pace along his preferred trading route. The tired demon ran a hand across his forehead to wipe away the beads of sweat. His hands and wrists were adorned with golden rings and bracelets that sparkled in the waning sunlight. Around his neck, across his pointed ears, and on his horns he bore even more lavish gold jewelry chock full of precious gemstones. The wealthy merchant turned to watch the sunset, always enjoying how beautiful it was; he could appreciate the relief it brought as the sweltering heat of the day finally ebbed away in preparation for a cool desert night. The journey from Gehenna to Ghaskar was treacherous as unrelenting sandstorms continuously slowed the caravan's progress, much to Eshu's dismay. His precious slave was pregnant with their first child and he knew the baby would be born any day. They had stopped many times so he could pamper the incubus and see to his every need, whether it was to simply douse him with cool water from his canteen to keep him cool, or let him stretch his legs and get some fresh air outside. He knew it was risky to bring Olabisi along with him on his trading trip, but he couldn't bear to be without his love and miss the birth of their son. The merchant had even hired a midwife to travel with them to put his slave's mind more at ease. He would take no chances with Ola and their baby's health. A timid breeder gingerly approached Eshu and spoke in a shy tone, his voice barely projecting over the howling wind. "Master, your tent is ready." Tarash bowed his head respectfully to the merchant and distracted him from his reverie. "Olabisi and I are glad we're finally making camp. It can get so hot in that carriage and all day he's been feeling the baby kicking something fierce... Your little one will come soon I think. I'm excited for you and Olabisi. I-I hope... my new Master and I can have children too someday." In his heart he didn't think it would ever happen, and he wasn't certain he wanted to bear his Master any children, but he said it anyway hoping it would please Eshu to hear it. In truth, his new master frightened him. He tried to smile then as Eshu turned to acknowledge his presence. Tarash felt an anxious knot forming in the pit of his stomach as he raised his gaze towards the demon with bright purple hair. Eshu was rather showy in his appearance, always wearing makeup and outlandish clothing that made him stand out, yet he was still a beautiful demon in Tarash's eyes. Eshu's prized slave, Olabisi, was also quite stunning, wearing some of the finest clothing and silks money could buy which only enhanced the natural beauty that was already there. Ola had thick, raven black hair and earthy brown eyes. He was slender, lithe, tall and graceful on his feet. Tarash envied what the two had together. It was more than a master and slave relationship; they truly loved one another. Eshu nodded to Tarash and smiled. "My son is strong and eager to come into the world. I'm counting the days now until he arrives. I'm sure that Ranjeet will give you many fine sons as well, give it time. I know he can be a bit intimidating, but he is honorable and trustworthy. He's a strong warrior and you couldn't find anyone better to protect you and care for you, Tarash. I did not make that decision lightly when I gave you to him as a gift for his good service." Eshu knew the breeder was still uneasy about the new arrangement. Tarash was always a very skittish slave. Yet he had a voice like a lark and that was why Eshu had purchased him from the Hall of Jewels several years ago. He felt that Ranjeet could use a soft creature like Tarash to help balance his hardness. The dark mutt of a demon was Eshu's Captain of the Guard and in charge of all the brave warriors protecting everyone's lives and their treasures. It was no easy task, so he felt the slave was the perfect payment. He eyed the breeder's camisk and his grin widened slightly, already amused by how Ranjeet was dressing him up. The golden fabric was thin and sparse, not leaving much of the slender slave to the imagination. Only a thin flap of cloth was covering his groin making the slave easier to access, while in the back his rump was only half covered.
Tarash nodded glumly at that prospect, but began blushing as he realized Eshu was staring at him rather intensely. He had wanted Eshu to love him the way he loved Olabisi. All the years they were together he tried his best to win the demon's favor, but no matter how many sweet songs he sang, Eshu's heart belonged to Ola. Tarash had been terrified and heartbroken when Eshu had given him to Ranjeet. His new master was so stern and serious, and it seemed he was as unyielding as a mountain. Even his appearance was intimidating. The guardsman was likely mixed with Ferali and several other demon breeds, making him an odd sight to behold with his massive fur tail, pawed feet, and dangerous looking clawed hands. Tarash tried his best not to stare at him when they were alone together, but sometimes it was unavoidable.
They hadn't been together for more than a week, so Ranjeet was still very new to Tarash. The breeder had doubts that Ranjeet would ever warm up to him, and he constantly worried about what his master thought of him. He wasn't the prettiest jewel that ever came from the Hall. Tarash was only average in his looks, and it had been a miracle that Eshu had purchased him at all. His skin was pale and his hair was a golden blonde instead of the favored black color most masters in Gehenna preferred. He always tied it up into a large bun to keep it out of the way and help him stay cool. Only in the evening when it was chilly would he untie it, letting it flow all down his back and over his shoulders in a smooth, wavy mass. Tarash was also quite thin and petite, and the package between his legs was much smaller than the typical breeder's. He was embarrassed by it and always felt slightly ashamed every time his master wanted him to undress.
The nervous breeder forced himself to stop fretting over his inadequacies and bowed his head once more, knowing his master would likely want him to tend to him in their tent and help remove his armor. "Have a good evening Master Eshu." He sighed then, turning to go toward the more sparse tent he and his master would be sleeping in. Once he was inside he plopped down onto a cushion and took a moment to relax, leaning up against a large wooden crate. Eshu stretched his arms high above his head and felt his muscles relax as he turned and made way towards the larger tent that he shared with his slave. Beside it was a smaller one with only a few bare necessities, inhabited by Ranjeet and Tarash among the various other tents scattered about. He had offered the demon many a time to stay in his tent and sleep among the luxurious pillows and blankets, but the dusky skinned demon preferred to tough it out. He saw no point in arguing with him since he could be quite stubborn at times. Ranjeet was his most skilled warrior and Eshu had complete confidence he and his men could protect the caravan should anything ever go awry. Trade routes were notorious hotspots for bandits and worse still, raids from above. His blood chilled every time he heard tales of Celestial soldiers swooping down and slaughtering entire caravans of demons and their slaves as well as robbing them of everything. Even infants and small children were not safe and he worried about Olabisi even more in his delicate state. Stop thinking about it, you haven't seen a single buzzard in the sky since you left Gehenna... This trip will be no different from any of the others. He tried to tell himself, though the fear was always lingering in the back of his mind. He tried his best to shake his anxieties as he entered his tent and felt soothed by the smell of incense. Re: Elysium Post by onichan01 on Sept 17, 2012, 10:25pm
“Make sure the perimeter is secure before any of you take your rest or I'll flay your hides come morning . First patrol, I expect you out in place within the next half hour.” Ranjeet snarled at his men, his lips pulling back to reveal a mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth. They had earned him the nickname 'shark-mouth', among the many other titles he knew his soldiers called him behind his back. 'Beast', 'Snake', and 'Eshu's dog' were several others. Ranjeet did not care what his men called him in private as long as they were respectful in public and continued to obey his orders. He had been called worse before and insults bounced off his think skin like the sand that was pelting him right now. He narrowed his eyes as the wind whipped up briefly, stirring more sand and blowing down a few half-finished tents. The big demon snorted, then spat before turning away and heading toward his own tent. It was only slightly larger than the ones his soldiers used, but just as rough. Ranjeet was not one for unnecessary luxuries; as long as it worked as it should, it was good enough for him.
A former slave himself, Ranjeet had been born and raised as a gladiator in the blood stadiums of Gehenna. His unusual appearance made it hard to trace his heritage, but it was believed the blood of the beast-men, the ferali, was in him. It was not hard to see why with the animalistic features he possessed and which made him so terrifying to look upon. He was tall and broad, his thick body layered with heavy, powerful muscle under dark violet skin the color of midnight. Dark blue and golden patterns shimmered on his skin, making it appear as if he was scaled, but on closer inspection it was shown to just be markings. Thick black fur starting just above his elbows ran down his arms to his hands, which were larger than average and possessed only four fingers, each one long and tapering down into sharp claws. His legs were the same, the fur starting mid-thigh and coating his legs in a thick, soft coat, becoming longer and shaggier around his calves to nearly cover the large paws that were his feet. The oddities did not end there; at his back was a long tail, nearly the length of his entire body, made of long, silky hair that he kept banded in order to keep it from getting in the way. His ears were also long and furred, although the fur there started dark purple and went darker as it tapered, the long curling hairs at the end black. His own hair, which he kept a modest length, was black with streaks of dark violet running through it. A good portion of it covered one side of his face, hiding his blind eye, which was milky and dull. His other eye, however, burned like a coal in his strangely handsome face. It was the color of flame, the sclera a deep red while the iris was a livid orange, the pupil rimmed by more bright red. The only average feature he owned were his horns, which started at his brow and curved back, made of thick black bone. Ranjeet said nothing to his slave as he entered the tent, his gaze falling silently on the small blond his master had gifted him with. If Eshu had not given Tarash to him, the chances were likely that Ranjeet would have never owned a Jewel. Such slaves that were there simply to look beautiful and be bedded were for nobles who could afford such luxuries and had nothing else to spend their coin on, as he saw it. Even one used as Tarash was would have been out of his reach, not that it bothered him the slave had been fucked before coming to his pallet. Before he had been content to just use the camp slaves like the rest of the men when he needed to see to his appetites. He had even tried to refuse Eshu's gift just for that reason, but the merchant would not take no for an answer. Of course the first thing he had done with his new slave was test him in the sheets, as any new slave owner would do. He had not expected much of Tarash, since the slave was so petite and skittish besides, but Ranjeet had been well pleased. As their week together had progressed, he started to see the merit of owning a slave; Tarash pleased his senses and served him in any manner he wished, even taking up the few domestic chores Ranjeet had set for him. It was also satisfying to not have to share a hole with over three dozen other men. Still, slave ownership was a new experience and he found himself at a lack in how to deal with Tarash at times. He knew the slave was likely disappointed to have been put under his care and leaving the luxurious life Eshu had provided which Ranjeet could not. All the fine clothing that Tarash used to wear belonged to Eshu and Ranjeet would not take any charity from him. He was able to purchase from Eshu those cosmetics that Tarash liked to use, the scented oils and creams which he rubbed into his skin morning and night, the red and gold powders he decorated his eyes with, even the rather expensive orange tinted gel that he used to color his lips. The latter had been a benefit to Ranjeet as well, since it made the slave taste of ripe mangos when he kissed him. Those were the only luxuries Ranjeet had been able to provide. It would be a while yet before he could adorn his slave with expensive silk and jewelry, not that he minded the skimpy attire he had furnished Tarash with in the meantime. It had allowed the slave's skin to get a little color during their travel and he appreciated the golden tones in the slave's formerly pale skin. Ranjeet said nothing as he stopped before his slave and turned around. The first chore he had given to Tarash was helping in the removal of his armor at the end of the day and now he waited for the slave to do just that. He was not idle himself, removing his sword and shield from his back to throw into the corner of the tent, then working on his belt. The clasp fell open with a click and the heavy leather skirt fell to the sand with a thump. He waited for Trash to undo the clasps holding his chest armor in place before he pulled that off as well and it went to join the skirt on the floor. Bit by bit the thick leather was shed until he stood naked. Even though his tent was never fully closed, because he liked to be able to hear the goings on of camp, he had no care about modesty or privacy. He turned to face the little blond demon at his back and looked down at him a moment in silence. The slave looked gilded in the soft yellow light thrown off by the lamps and his heavy cock stirred in its bed of thick, dark hair. Even that limb seemed to be furred and it could be intimidating on its own. Still, he had other wants to satisfy before he could think of anything else.
“Undress.” He commanded Tarash gruffly, his deep voice seeming to be a perpetual growl. He sank down onto one of the cushions on the ground with a sigh, leaning back to make himself comfortable. “And fetch my dinner. Re: Elysium Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 18, 2012, 9:56am
After his short moment of rest, Tarash had gotten up to busy himself with preparing for Ranjeet's return, having set aside a covered platter of their evening meal, hot and ready to serve. The camp cooks had saw to it that the guardsman's dinner was delivered to his tent. Tarash only hoped there wouldn't be any sand in it like there was the evening before. Sandstorms made it hard for the cooks and he wasn't fond of the slight crunch he experienced when chewing his own food. The slave also set aside a wash basin full of water and a cloth suspended within it, knowing his master liked to be wiped down once his armor was off.
When the tall and intimidating demon came into the tent, Tarash looked up at him wide-eyed as his Master stared back at him. It always made him nervous when Ranjeet looked at him the way he did with that one vibrant eye practically shining with predatory lust. "W-welcome back Master." He said in a tiny voice, breaking the awkward silence as the tall demon turned and allowed him to help remove his armor. As he shed away the pieces of leather Tarash took the damp cloth and wrung it out, then with care ran it over Ranjeet's smooth skin. Despite his Master having been a gladiator once and a fierce warrior, his skin was flawless. He bore no scars save for his one bad eye. It was a testament to his skill and prowess on the field of battle and the slender slave couldn't help but admire those taut muscles as he ran the wet cloth over them. He wiped away any sand or sweat, knowing it would help his Master feel refreshed.
When the gruff order came for him to strip he set the basin and cloth aside then stood up, taking off his veil first. He had a small nose and full lips tinted by his favorite mango gloss. His eyes were small and almond shaped, colored a honey brown with tiny flecks of gold. His eyes did not have typical black sclera that was common to the incubi of Gehenna, showing that he was not a pure breed. Gingerly he untied the straps holding his camisk on and slid his thumbs under the thin golden fabric, pulling it down until it puddled at his feet. He picked it up and folded it, setting it aside as he reached up to undo the bun in his hair. Long golden locks flowed down his shoulders, framing his delicate round face as he pinned his long bangs off to the side to keep them out of his eyes. Atop his head he had tiny beige horns that appeared delicate and narrow like the the rest of him. He blushed as he looked down at his petite member nestled against an equally small sac, yet his master didn't seem to mind. He knew his breeding hole was of far more interest anyway. When Ranjeet ordered him to serve him his evening meal the slave hurried to the covered platter, bringing it to his master and setting it down on a large pillow before him as he lifted the lid, a billow of steam followed it. They didn't even have a proper table to eat at in his tent and the incubus silently accepted his new sparse way of life. Had he still been Eshu's slave he would be dining at a nice lacquered wooden table while sitting on a plush silken cushion, wearing fine silks and pretty jewelry. He looked down a moment then, inspecting the master's meal and seeing that it was a large portion for the two of them with a row of lamb ribs atop a mound of seasoned rice and lentil beans. On the side were two round pieces of flatbread and some fresh grapes and cheese. The breeder set the lid aside then and reached for a flagon of spiced wine, pouring it into a wooden cup and holding it for the demon when he wished to have a sip. He sat down at Ranjeet's side silently, waiting for his turn to eat. He would take whatever his master offered gladly, but the real meal he hungered for was not until after. He turned his gaze down to the dark red wine, seeing his own reflection and thinking for a moment about how nervous he'd been the first time he served this demon. He had spilled a good bit of his wine the first time he tried to pour him a cup of it, his hands had been shaking so bad. Having heard the way Ranjeet orders around his men made the breeder nervous, coupled with the demon's fierce appearance. He was rough and commanding when he needed to be, yet the slave had also seen his gentler side when they lay together in the sheets after a passionate bout of sex. He had been grateful that he wasn't a virgin the first time Ranjeet came into him. The demon's cock was as impressive in size as the rest of the mixed-breed, and Tarash couldn't deny the demon was quite skilled at using it. A bright blush crept onto his cheeks as he stole a glance at it then turned away shyly. He knew as soon as they finished their meal he'd likely be pinned under him and ridden into the pillows and sheets. He began to grow wet from thinking about it and his cock gave a twitch and stiffened; his thigh muscles clenched a bit in anticipation as his fingers gripped the cup a bit harder. He turned his honeyed gaze up to his master's face before lowering them again. "Would you enjoy a song while you eat, Master?" He asked softly, needing to distract himself from his baser needs. Singing was his gift and the one thing he had confidence in. He loved serenading his master or even singing for the whole camp when the weather was good and they all gathered around a warm fire after a long day. His voice was sweet and gentle like warm honey, and he could sing a wide range of notes, often entrancing any who listened. Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Sept 18, 2012, 12:15pm
Although the food was as good as anything that was currently being served to Eshu, because of his station as captain of the guard, Ranjeet still ate his food like he did not taste it. Growing up as he had, food was treated only as fuel and if he received anything that wasn't already spoiled, he had counted himself luck. Certainly no one had thought to carefully cook and spice his food like they did now. While he did notice the difference and could appreciate it on some level, he could not help the way he still shoveled the carefully prepared meals into his mouth. Certainly if there had been sand in the meal, he as like would not have noticed, perhaps only thought that the dish had an interesting crunch. He did not even sip the expensive wine or savor its taste, just gulped it down like the rest of his food. He even went so far as to crack the bones of the ribs once he had stripped them of their meat between his pointed teeth and lick the marrow out.
He grunted when Tarash asked him if he would like a song, his way of showing acquiescence. In truth, he had as much appreciation for music as he did for his food, but he knew the slave enjoyed singing. It was harmless to allow Tarash the little pleasure and cost him nothing. Ranjeet worked through his portion of the meal with brutal efficiency and shoved the remainder at Tarash when he was done so the slave could eat while he rested. He leaned back against the cushion again, putting an arm behind his head while he licked the grease from his other hand like a cat. His tongue was another peculiarity, long and pointed as it was and the same shade of violet as his skin.
Without the food to distract him, Ranjeet caught the scent of Tarash's arousal. The slave's desire roused his own in response and as he lay there, stretched out, his cock began to thicken and lift out of its dark, thick bed of fur until it lay almost flat against his belly. Ranjeet did not move, however, would not touch Tarash until the slave had finished his meal. Given his history with food, it was the one thing the former gladiator was strange about, always mindful that his slave had regular meals and that each meal was quite full. Re: Elysium Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 18, 2012, 12:36pm
Tarash had sang to his heart's content as his master feasted. He'd grown used to the demon's animalistic way of gobbling down his food and it didn't bother the breeder as much as when he first feasted with Ranjeet. In the beginning he had almost been appalled by his lack of table manners, but he had remembered snippets of stories from Eshu in the past about the hard life Ranjeet had endured when he was a slave. Since then the breeder was more understanding and even a bit curious to learn more about his new master, though part of him was still wary and cautious not to anger or displease the demon. With those sharp claws and pointed teeth he knew Ranjeet could hurt him if he wanted, though so far he seemed to be as good a master as any.
When Ranjeet had finished his fill, the blonde breeder had enjoyed the remainder of the meal. There was still a bit of sand as he had feared, but he did not let it deter him as he ate with the dainty grace that was expected of him. When he finished he was tempted to just curl up beside the demon and rest, feeling full and more than satisfied. Then he saw Ranjeet's cock laying across his firm belly, long and thick; it was enough to bring back Tarash's desire from earlier. He was well aware then of his other hunger, that deep need that only an incubus could feel. Daintily he licked his fingers then pushed the pillow with the empty plate aside, nothing remaining but some grease and bones. He turned to his Master then, looking at him expectantly and eagerly. Although he was shy and soft-spoken most of the time, he loved serving his main purpose as a pleasure slave.
"Would Master enjoy some dessert?" He said with a little purr as he crawled in between the demon's legs. His cock was hard then and it stood out only four inches at best. His breeding hole was clenching and wet, already ready to take in his master's cock. He did not reach out to touch Ranjeet however, knowing his place and waiting until the strong demon made the first move. Re: Elysium Post by onichan01 on Sept 19, 2012, 8:56pm
“Nay. I have no taste for sweets.” Ranjeet replied in his low growl. Tarash's coquettish flirtations were beyond him, as usual. He reached out and ran one of his long fingers down Tarash's soft cheek. His slave was lovely in his arousal. It pleased him to know that the little blond desired him so. His fingers crept up to weave into the breeder's soft blond hair and began to pull him down gently, guiding Tarash's glossy lips toward his cock, making his desire blatantly clear before he spoke it. “I would have your lips on me, slave. Do you well at the task and I will see you pleasured in return.”
Ranjeet released him then, resting his hands at his sides on the soft carpet. He made himself more comfortable against the pillows and relaxed, his powerful thighs parting to allow Tarash to perform his task. His fiery eye fixed on the slave to watch him, his expression still as stoic as ever. The only signs of his eagerness was the way his ears flicked impatiently and his long tail tapped against the ground. Re: Elysium Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 19, 2012, 9:42pm
Tarash held back a smile when his master didn't understand his meaning. It would take time for him to realize this demon was not as perceptive to certain things as Eshu had been. He blushed as his master lowered him to that hot piece of flesh poking up proudly from the soft, dark fur that climbed up to his navel. He reached down to stroke the warm length with his palm, letting his fingers lightly brush the flesh before wrapping them around it firmly. The breeder raised the tip to his lips, letting his tongue poke out to swirl around it and taste it. He had gotten to know a little bit of what Ranjeet liked during their week together and he found it amusing the way the demon's tail would slap the ground a little faster when he teased him. It was a bit endearing, if truth be told. Ranjeet was a simple master compared to Eshu, and Tarash was slowly growing to appreciate him more even if a part of him still had a healthy fear of the warrior.
Slowly the slave took the demon's cock into his mouth. He could never fit the entire length of it, but he always did his best and relaxed the muscles of his throat so he could take in a little more. His head lowered on the stiff flesh as he began sucking in earnest, working his tongue hard against his master's cock as he bobbed his head up and down slowly at first, then a bit faster as the minutes passed by. His hand occasionally slipped down to fondle Ranjeet's sac, rubbing it in gentle circles to help stimulate the powerful male even more. "Mmmm..." He moaned gently as he worked. Re: Elysium Post by onichan01 on Sept 19, 2012, 10:44pm
Ranjeet said nothing, made barely a noise with the only sign of his pleasure being the way his breathing quickened and his eye narrowed. He kept still, fighting back the urge to thrust. He had no desire to injure or damage his slave, no matter how badly he wished to buried in the breeder's throat. Tarash's wicked and agile tongue was sending his thoughts hither and yon, however, and soon he found his hand buried in the slave's pretty hair again. He pushed more forcefully this time, coaxing Tarash to take more of him in His breath hitched when Tarash palmed his balls, enjoying the feel of the slave's soft hand against his fuzzy sac.
“Yes, Tarash...open up for me.” Ranjeet growled as he continued to push further every time the breeder lowered his head until the slave's nose was nearly nestled in his nether hair. He panted, his body wound as tight as a coil, his balls drawing up as he grew closer to his release. He pushed Tarash's head down one last time and held him there. His cock seemed to swell and burst in the breeder's mouth and he grit his teeth as he flushed his seed directly down his pretty slave's gullet. He did not let him up again until he had finished and his cock slipped out of his slave's swollen lips, dripping wet to flop back against his belly. He settled back again with a sigh afterward, well satisfied. Re: Elysium Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 19, 2012, 11:05pm
Tarash suddenly felt a bit nervous as his Master started to push his head down further, but he showed no signs of the sudden tension that came as his master's cock drilled deeper into his throat. He was grateful Ranjeet hadn't decided to thrust, else he may panic and choke. When he nearly had the entire length of his master's cock in his mouth he nearly forgot to breath as he felt the demon about to explode. When his master finally came he could feel his hot seed pouring down his throat and his eyes started to glow a golden hue as he fed off the some of the energy that came with his master's orgasm. He had only taken a little, knowing the demon would need his strength for what would come next.
Tarash exhaled a long breath through his nose then, looking up at his master expectantly as he slowly slid back up, releasing the demon's cock as a little bit of his seed dripped down the corner of his mouth. "Master is pleased?" He asked gently, still wet and hoping his master might keep his word and return the favor. Re: Elysium Post by onichan01 on Sept 19, 2012, 11:20pm
“...Aye. Well pleased.” Ranjeet replied after a moment. He made a dismissive gesture to Tarash before he climbed to his feet. “Put out all the lamps save one, but turn it down and then join me on my pallet.” He went to thin mattress that served as bed after issuing the command and sank down on it, sitting in a cross-legged position while he waited for his slave to join him. His gaze was decidedly more mellow and he watched with lazy appreciation as the breeder moved to do his bidding. His tail was curled in his lap, some of the long fur escaping the bands that held it in place.
Ranjeet licked his lips, his long purple tongue flicking out briefly. “Be quick about your task, slave, ere I forgo your pleasure and take my own from you again. I can see how wet that hole is from here and it is like to drive me to temptation a'fore I reward you.” Re: Elysium Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 19, 2012, 11:41pm
Tarash quickly scurried away to blow out each of the lanterns as he was bid, save for one set atop a crate that he lowered down to a soft glow. it was much darker in the tent, but when he turned back to his Master he could still see the way Ranjeet looked at him with that one piercing eye. It held such fire and passion and the breeder blushed as he made his way back over to the demon. Gently he crawled back up to him, looking at him wide-eyed and expectant of his attention. "Would Master like to touch me?" He asked in his usual shy tone, never being bold until he was certain the demon was willing. Tarash hoped he might put that long tongue to use, or better still, let him ride in his lap. Re: Elysium Post by onichan01 on Sept 20, 2012, 12:02am
“I would do more than touch you, slave.” Ranjeet murmured. He reached out and grasped Tarash's ankle, pulling the slave towards him and sending him to fall on his back against the sparse pillows. The warrior crawled over the little blond and pushed his legs apart to spread him wide for his attentions. Ranjeet made his purpose clear when he knelt between them and it was also his preference to fuck Tarash with the slave on his hand and knees when he did. His tongue flicked out and caressed the slave's small cock, wrapping around it several times before he drew back and moved lower.
He nuzzled the underside of Tarash's small sac, breathing in the sweet scent the slave offered from his ready hole before he turned his attention down. His wicked and dexterous tongue traced the edge of that hole, lapping up the dew gathered a the edges before sliding in. His lips pressed against Tarash's slick hole, sucking while he worked his tongue in teasing circles. His hands curled underneath the slave's firm rump, squeezing as he lifted him up further to his mouth. Re: Elysium Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 20, 2012, 12:14am
"M-master!" Tarash let out a startled squeak of surprise as he felt the demon's massive clawed hand grab his ankle and the next thing he knew he was on his back with his legs spread. He felt vulnerable and it only made another wave of heat pour through him as he watched Ranjeet get between his legs. His face reddened as his master's powerful tongue wrapped around his cock, making it swell a little more and twitch in pleasure. Then that flexible tongue started to travel elsewhere and Tarash's breath caught the moment it went inside him. His back arched off the pillows as Ranjeet's mouth closed on his core, making him tremble and grow hotter by the second. "Ah! Ahhh~" He moaned, though even his moans were shy and on the quiet side. He was never very loud during sex, though he was plenty eager.
It didn't take much before Tarash felt his knees tremble and his breeding hole clenched down hard on Ranjeet's tongue. His brows furrowed slightly, his golden hair strewn all around his head as he gently bit down on one of his knuckles to keep from crying out loud. He came hard, his sweet juices pouring into his master's mouth and coating that tongue thoroughly. "Nnn!" He hummed, his other hand gripping the thin rug and bunching up a part of it in his grip as the intense sensations rippled through him. Re: Elysium Post by onichan01 on Sept 23, 2012, 11:11pm
Ranjeet watched his slave take his pleasure through slitted eyes, amused by the way Tarash tried to so hard to keep his cries quiet. As if anyone who walked by the open door of his tent would not know what they were about if they but turned their head to look. It was strange to him that a sex slave should be so shy, but Tarash's timidness had its appeal. For some reason seeing the slave blush and tremble under him seemed to heat his blood more and he greatly enjoyed giving the slave a rough ride.
He lifted his head when he felt Tarash's tremors subside. His true purpose in pleasuring the slave was just to loosen him up for his cock, which was standing thick and hard at attention once more. The difference in their sizes made fucking a bit of a struggle and he needed the slave to be as slick as possible. Ranjeet reached down and turned Tarash onto his front, then gripped his hips to put the slave on his hands and knees while he knelt behind him, his preferred position. He let go with one hand in order to reach down and guide his cock to the breeder's wet hole. His brow furrowed as the opening refused at first to let him in. He pushed and rubbed the thick head of his cock against the breeder, not relenting until it forced its way in. After that it was easier to slide the rest of his cock in to the hilt, until the slave's soft white cheeks were nestled snugly against his balls. He grunted softly; the breeder was still so tight, even after a week of joining nightly and whenever the urge came on him. The first night had been the hardest. He'd had to work the slave several hours before he could enter him and even then, being held inside the little breeder had been nigh on painful. Even now, Tarash still gripped him like a vice, but it was much more tolerable than it had been.
"I need to fuck you more often, slave. You still grip me like a bear-trap." Ranjeet complained even as he began fucking the slave, riding him rough as he usually did. Soon the sound of flesh slapping against wet flesh came faintly from the tent as the warrior used the gift he had been given thoroughly. He plowed him hard, one hand gripping one of Tarash's cheeks, the other curled in soft blond hair. Ranjeet grunted and growled, the sounds animalistic as he worked. Re: Elysium Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 24, 2012, 3:59pm
Tarash's eyes closed as he felt his master working hard to plunge into him. He remembered how the first time they mated it had been painful. Eshu had never stretched him out nearly as much as this mixed-breed demon did and he wondered at times if his body would ever completely adjust to him. His fingers curled into the rug beneath him as he felt Ranjeet start to plow into him harder. His breeding hole was already so sensitive and every stroke and thrust made him whimper lightly. It always hurt a little at first but soon his body began trying to draw the demon inside deeper. Every muscle worked in unison to keep him there, clenching and releasing as the incubus grew wetter. "Nnn m-master..." He breathed the words softly, his cheeks flushing a bright pink as he felt himself drawing closer to pure bliss once more.
It wasn't long before Tarash was panting hard and pushing back against Ranjeet in earnest, trying to ride the demon's cock and time his motions with the demon’s so he could feel the hard piece slam into his core with every thrust. Then he came, his breeding hole gripping Ranjeet harder as he pushed back against him as far as he could. "Ooh!" The little moan escaped his lips as he shuddered in delight, feeling the heat wash over him again, much stronger than the first one. "Come in me please... please master..." He begged softly, wanting to feel Ranjeet's seed fill him. Re: Elysium Post by onichan01 on Sept 24, 2012, 4:38pm
Ranjeet grit his teeth when Tarash squeezed tight around him, feeling as if the slave was trying to swallow his cock with his breeding hole. He thrust a few more times before he spilled himself deep within Tarash's core, his hips jerking in small, shallow thrusts with every pulse from his cock. When he finally stilled, he was panting hard, sweat running down his body and matting his fur. The cold night air raised goose flesh on his skin as it dried the moisture on his body. The warrior remained kneeling where he was, still hard and buried inside his slave. He withdrew slightly so he could put Tarash on his back and stared silently down at his disheveled slave.
"You are due for a feeding, are you not?" He murmured, his hand dropping down to rest on Tarash's warm, soft belly. Another luxury he was unable to afford was the tansy tea that would keep Tarash from conceiving, but he was not sure he would mind overly much if the breeder's belly began to swell. He had some time off coming soon, when the trade season ended and Eshu took a break. Perhaps he would look into settling down, purchasing a home. Tarash would no doubt enjoy a place to settle as well.
Ranjeet suddenly shifted their position, rolling over so he was on his back and Tarash was astride him. He bounced the slave once and the briefest smile flickered across his lips. "Come, slave. Earn your dinner." He slid his massive paws slowly up Tarash's soft thighs until they rested on his sweetly curved hips. Re: Elysium Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 24, 2012, 5:11pm
Tarash looked up at his master, feeling slightly tired, but also looking radiant from the leftover euphoria of his orgasm. Some strands of his hair draped messily across his forehead and his cheeks were still full of color. "Yes master. I'm hungry for you." He said in an almost pleading tone as he gazed at Ranjeet expectantly, grateful the demon finally acknowledged his need. He had been brazen to steal a little nibble earlier, but Ranjeet hadn't seemed to notice. When the demon let the breeder settle on top he let out a little gasp, feeling a brief spark of pleasure as Ranjeet pushed his hips and moved his cock inside of the slave briefly.
Without hesitation Tarash began to ride the demon's cock hard, finding it easy with all the seed his master had given him the first time. The ride was slick and wet so he could move easily up and down on that massive shaft. Tarash's delicate hands went down to rest on Ranjeet's firm abs, his fingers caressing the trail of fur that traveled up to his navel from his groin. He bounced and rocked, now and then tossing his head back and opening his mouth to let out tiny sounds of pleasure, though nothing louder than the occasional squeak or breathy gasp. "Ahh m-master... feed me... please..." He begged, his muscles squeezing the demon's cock harder trying to milk him again as the slender breeder rode as fast as he could. His golden hair fell over his shoulders and his cock bounced up and down with every motion. He reached for it then, stroking himself and pumping it in his hand which only added to his pleasure. Soon a little stream of his seed spilled forth onto Ranjeet's chest, but he did not stop rocking his hips and taking his pleasure. Re: Elysium Post by onichan01 on Sept 24, 2012, 6:06pm
Ranjeet went a little quicker this time, unable to hold out for long against the slave's eager body. The slave moved skillfully as well and the warrior was soon growling his release again, holding Tarash firmly in place as he bucked his hips, his cock spilling what was left. His claws bit softly in to Tarash's creamy flesh and his head fell back against the pillows.
"Nnnh, Tarash..." Ranjeet growled and he relaxed, waiting for the slave to feed. He only knew vaguely what it entailed, as the breeder was his first slave. Re: Elysium Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 24, 2012, 8:08pm
Tarash came hard along with his master, feeling a third orgasm burn through him as he slammed down on his master's cock one final time. His eyes glowed even brighter gold than before as he lapped at Ranjeet's aura and took it in, feeding until he was completely satisfied. His master had a powerful life force and the breeder found it to be exquisite, making him feel invigorated and blissful. When he was finally done he laid down against Ranjeet's strong chest, cuddling against him as his fingers delicately rubbed circles over one of the demon's nipples. "Thank you master." He purred, closing his eyes a moment to inhale the demon's heady scent and the slightly sweet smell of their sex lingering heavy in the air. It was a good smell and Tarash felt safe and comfortable with Ranjeet even if he was intimidating at times. His new master was slowly growing on him even if he couldn't shower him in pretty things like Eshu once had. Re: Elysium Post by onichan01 on Sept 24, 2012, 8:33pm
Ranjeet felt a strange exhaustion come over him as the incubus fed and weakness seemed to invade his limbs. It was not unpleasant as he had expected; it was actually fairly pleasurable. It felt almost as if soft hands were caressing his body, massaging him gently until a sweet lassitude came over him. He yawned broadly and settled his hands firmly against Tarash's rump, which fit against his palms perfectly.
"Mayhap you should sleep on my cock tonight. Perhaps it will help in loosening you up." Ranjeet mumbled sleepily, shifting a little to push his softening cock deeper into Tarash's tight sheath. A purr rumbled deep in his chest without his knowing and he absently kneaded the slave's ass in his hands. "When we reach a city, I'll see about finding you something that you care wear in the day that will keep you ready for me. I would like to be able to take you during our short rests in the day without too much trouble." Re: Elysium Post by Butler Eiji on Sept 27, 2012, 12:12am
Tarash felt a little ripple of pleasure as Ranjeet settled inside of him. He didn't mind sleeping against his master like that all night long, he was warm and comfortable to sleep on. Tarash inhaled his scent deeply, feeling comfortable and content. Surely this sleeping arrangement would lead into a pleasurable morning when they'd wake.
The breeder blushed a little when his master mentioned a device to help keep him stretched and ready. He wanted to be able to please him at any time and not be so tight; he enjoyed being intimate with the demon and the more often it happened, the better. It was far more pleasing than doing chores or riding in a carriage all day long when they were on the move. "I want to be ready for you always, master." He said softly as he nuzzled against the demon's chest and closed his eyes. Re: Elysium Post by onichan01 on Oct 15, 2012, 6:51pm
One thing that the Hall of Jewels did not prepare their precious gems for was dealing with the aches and pains that came with breeding, despite the fact that most slave owners used their slaves for just that since their bloodlines were kept so pure. While Olabisi was happy to be carrying his master's child, the discomfort that came with it he could have done without. It was a relief when they finally made came for the night. Ranjeet set a hard pace and even with all the little breaks they took during the day, it had still worn the incubus out. Riding in the back of a hot carriage all day like the rest of their baggage had drained him far more than it used to and he knew the little one squirming inside his belly was to blame. He wasted no time in getting settled in his master's tent as soon as it was set up, lounging on a small pile of cushions and silks while a servant massaged his swollen ankles with cooling oils and another served up dinner. It amused him to think sometimes that while he was a slave and the servants were free agents who were paid wages, they still had to serve him as if he was the master's mistress instead. Then again, Olabisi had always carried himself like royalty. It had been the only thing that had helped him survive in the Hall.
Despite his elegant figure and fine features, Olabisi had not been considered a great beauty in the Hall. He had several things working against him; his height, for one, which was unseemly for a breeding slave. Fashionable masters wanted someone small and delicate, with skin light moonlight, hair black as night and eyes that were like jewels floating in ink. The only thing Olabisi had was the black hair. His skin was dark, a more traditional coloring of desert dwellers. It more resembled the color of the strange beverage Eshu enjoyed in the morning from Ruskov, coffee with milk. His eyes were also a rich, honey brown with narrow slits for pupils and the sclera was white instead of black.
Aside from his lack of beauty, Olabisi was an average dancer and singer at best, the grace that came so naturally to the others something he had to work hard at, and work he did until now he moved with all the elegance and grace of a queen. He had also focused on developing his wit and cleverness, knowing if he could be charming he could distract from his woefully unfashionable looks and it came easily to him. He had always been brighter and more creative than the other gems he had been polished alongside. He could spin fantastical tales, recite beautiful poetry, offer lively debate and entertaining conversation. When the time came for him to be sold, he had charmed the patrons with his clever ways and had won a place with Eshu and through him, the young merchant had received a great return on his investment.
Olabisi's creativity and skill did not stop at social graces and stories, but he had a hidden talent in crafting. While he had not been allowed to practice such things in the Hall, once he was safely ensconced in Eshu's household and had made sure the man was well pleased by his new slave, Olabisi had begged him to allow him to try things like weaving, painting...anything of the arts. Eshu had indulged him, smitten as he was by his charming little jewel, and soon Olabisi was producing beautiful works. Paintings, tapestry, jewelry, cloth...From the slave's elegant hands came mountains of treasures that soon went to line Eshu's shop walls and helped grow his little business into the major trade it was today. Most of the goods Olabisi's master sold were of his design, if not made by the slave himself. Only a few decades after he had been purchased, Olabisi had earned back his purchase price more than a hundred times. Now, Olabisi's greatest work for his master was growing in his belly and there was no doubt that Eshu would be even richer for it.
Olabisi dismissed the servants after they had finished lighting some soothing incense and leaned back on his pillows with a sigh, his hands rubbing over the great bulge in his middle to try and soothe the restless child. Nearly two years it had taken for the babe to grow and it would soon emerge any day now. His hope was for a son, a strong healthy male to make his master proud. It had taken a few years, but Olabisi had grown to love his master dearly. Eshu's happiness was his own and he knew that the man would want a son like him. A daughter would be nice as well and Eshu would no doubt take great pleasure in dressing her up and showing her off. He worried that it would be an incubus, like himself, despite Eshu's assurances that he would find a way to keep it from being taken by the Hall. Olabisi had his doubts that it was possible to keep an incubus from being possessed by the Hall. The king was very strict on the policy and all births were required to be reported.
“Oh child...do not inherit your mother's curse.” Olabisi sighed, looking down at his belly. His stomach growled in response and he chuckled. Dinner was waiting and his little one was not. With some effort, he sat up again and proceeded to satisfy his errant child with the delicious meal that had been laid out for them while he waited for Eshu to join him after seeing the cargo secured.
He wondered briefly about what Tarash might be up to at this time, whether he was sharing dinner with his own master. Olabisi was fond of the little blond, who had originally been purchased by Eshu as a companion for him when the merchant was away, but had been given to Eshu's guard captain, Ranjeet. Olabisi had worried for his lost companion when he heard the news. He had always found Ranjeet to be very intimidating and the Tarash was so tiny...Ranjeet could break him in half without trying. Tarash had been so frightened the first night when he had gone to Ranjeet's tent instead of Eshu's and Olabisi had heard his screams even through the thick burlap of the tent he shared with his master. He had wanted to go to Tarash and take him back, but Eshu had been firm in his decision. The way the small blond had limped around the camp the next day was a dead giveaway on what the screams had been about and it was the first time Olabisi had been upset with Eshu over something. He still thought they should take Tarash back, but Eshu refused to take the incubus from Ranjeet. He supposed it was understandable, as Ranjeet had served him so well and loyally over the many years they had been together. Still, it did not mean Olabisi had to like it. He still lay awake at night sometimes, waiting to hear those heartbreaking screams again. Perhaps he could try discussing the matter with Eshu again tonight... Re: Elysium Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 18, 2012, 11:50am
Eshu had finally finished making his rounds through the camp, making sure everything was in order and his caravan of guards, servants, and other merchants were secure and ready to rest for the night without worry of bandits or Celestials. Although travel was difficult at times and there was a lot of inventory to manage and people to oversee, Eshu wouldn't trade in his lifestyle for anything. He had started out as a weaver's boy, making rugs and tapestries for his mother and father's small business in Gehenna. Over the years it had grown and soon they were purchasing imported fabrics and making clothing to sell that fetched them plenty of coin. Eshu always loved beautiful things and when he was younger he began designing and creating elegant clothing for women and breeders. A few wealthy overseers from the Hall of Jewels began commissioning the demon to make outfits to adorn their finest gems, which had been a great honor to him all those centuries ago. It was on a day when he was delivering a batch of new dancing silks that he had spotted Olabisi. Those lovely eyes captured his own and it drove him to inquire more about the slave. One event led to another, and he found himself at the Hall on an auction day where he finally got to mingle with the breeder and be entertained by his mesmerizing tales and talents. He could see that this slave had a spark of something special and was a cut above the rest despite not fitting the usual mold of perfection most master's desired.
When he had discovered the breeder's artistic and creative talents, Eshu had been thrilled. The lovely slave was so skilled in so many areas he even envied him at times, but Olabisi complimented him so perfectly and together they made many beautiful things. He had been amazed at how well Ola's creations sold, and over the years he began seeing the slave as his partner for life, both in business and as a wife. Eshu wanted to share the beautiful things Olabisi made, so he had decided that he would travel, trade, and sell his hand-crafted goods to a larger market. He received plenty of praise, though he knew who truly deserved it and he always told Olabisi of the compliments his work received. If things had been different he would proudly tell everyone that Olabisi was the one who made most of the lovely treasures they bought, but as a slave Olabisi had no rights to anything. At least in private, Eshu could show the breeder how much he loved him and he was ever anxious and excited to soon be a father.
As he passed by Ranjeet's tent he paused, coming out of his thoughts as he saw through the open doorway and watched shamelessly as the little blonde breeder rode the rugged demon beneath him. This time there were no screams of pain and he could tell Tarash was enjoying it from the way the slave's head fell back and his delicate body arched with each movement. It gave him great relief to see Tarash getting along better with his new master. He knew well that Ranjeet was a rough and powerful demon, and it had been a traumatizing experience for the little slave to be given away to him. Olabisi was still upset about the entire situation, but he hoped that what he'd seen that night would help put his love at ease. The sight of the two demons making love was enough to stir his own desires and he thought about Olabisi as he made his way to their shared tent.
When he entered he could smell the fragrant incense mixed with the aroma of dinner and his stomach began to growl. Eshu smiled as he saw his lovely prized jewel relaxing and rubbing his belly. Seeing the breeder pregnant and full with the life they had created humbled him and warmed his heart. He quickly made his way to Ola's side and knelt down before him, reaching out to wrap his arms around the slave and kiss his soft lips several times to show how much he missed him despite seeing him several times each day. He always put the breeder before anything else, before meals, before his work at times... "How are you feeling, my sweet? I see you've eaten and fed our little one. That pleases me." He purred, rubbing a hand gently over Olabisi's belly as he took the breeder's mouth with his own once again. He could feel the restless child kicking and pulled back a moment to chuckle. "My, such a strong little thing we have here." His red eyes shone in his delight as he reached up to run his fingers through Olabisi's hair and tuck a strand behind a pointed ear. "How are you holding up? I know it's been a long day. I hoped we'd be at Ghaskar by now, but these sand storms will not yield..." He said apologetically, knowing the trip was hard on the breeder in his delicate state. "At least I brought along some midwives in case the baby comes before we make it to the city. I'm so eager to see our child, Ola." He showered the breeder with more kisses then, unable to help himself in his happiness. Re: Elysium Post by onichan01 on Oct 22, 2012, 5:46pm
"I am feeling exactly as I look. Bloated and fat." Olabisi replied, giving his master a wry look as the man joined him in the tent. He had been shocked and amused by Eshu's flamboyant appearance, but now he found it as beautiful as everything else about the man. The incubus turned up his head to receive Eshu's kisses with a smile curving his full red lips. "I'm fine, my love. Don't worry about me. I would go through anything to always stay at your side. Besides, I have hope that your son will take after me more in temperament and will be polite enough to wait until we reach a town before forcing his way out."
Olabisi laughed softly as Eshu gifted him with more kisses, reaching up to wrap his slender arms around the male's neck. "Mmm, Eshu...Your dinner is on the table, not on this couch." Re: Elysium Post by Butler Eiji on Oct 23, 2012, 5:37pm
"Mmm, but you're so delicious." Eshu grinned, giving a few more kisses before he finally stopped and just took a moment to gaze into Olabisi's eyes. "You're so incredibly beautiful, even when you're bloated and fat~" He teased, rubbing the breeder's belly in gentle circles as he placed a tiny kiss on the tip of Ola's nose. The demon then pulled away, turning to face the table with his evening meal. As much as he wanted to continue doting on his slave, his stomach needed some filling. Then afterward perhaps he could have Ola for dessert...
The merchant ate at an even pace, always wiping his mouth with a cloth every time the smallest bit of grease began to run down to his chin. His table manners were impeccable, unlike Ranjeet's, and when he finished his plate was clean save for the bones. Eshu ended his course with some grapes and a nice glass of expensive wine from Beseine. "That hit the spot, save for the crunchy sand. I can't wait until we're out of this desert and back in civilization." He sighed, pushing the table away and leaning his head back against Ola's thighs, making himself comfortable. "You know there are slaves in Ghaskar that dance with fire? I want to take you to see them. I've heard it's quite a spectacular show. I believe it was a mage who came up with the idea and started it all." He said as he reached for his wine glass and took another sip. He had so many things he wanted to do and see with Olabisi. No matter how many decades and centuries passed, there were always new things to see and do on their travels.
He turned then and snuggled against his slave, petting his belly and closing his eyes. "When our child is born we should take a break from work for a few years and just focus on our family. I have plenty of money for us all to live comfortably, and I certainly have you to thank for much of that. I think I'd like for us to travel and just see different places without all the stress of a caravan and doing trade. Maybe we can take a trip to Cypris or Beseine. Even Ruskov is nice, as long as it's not winter time. What do you think, love?" Re: Elysium Post by onichan01 on Yesterday at 10:59pm
Olabisi passed the time working on a piece of embroidery while Eshu ate, preferring to keep his hands busy. The cloth he used was a fine yellow silk and he was working gold peonies with small diamonds at their center into it. He planned to use it to make clothing for their child. It was his finest work so far, despite its simplicity, and he looked forward to the outfits he would craft for their upcoming baby. He carried on when Eshu finished and made himself comfortable as he usually did with the slave's thighs as his pillow.
“That sounds lovely...perhaps after the baby is born. I'm not sure I'll be able to fully enjoy any shows before then.” Olabisi put aside his embroidery and looked down at his master, a slight smile curving his lips. “I have always wanted to see Cypris. I hear their slaves are beautiful and the people there walk the beaches naked. Can you imagine? It would be wonderful to be near the ocean as well...I love listening to the sound of it." Re: Elysium Post by Butler Eiji on Yesterday at 11:27pm
Eshu opened his eyes again, lifting himself up then crawling in beside Olabisi to cuddle up to him and watch him embroider. He marveled at his slave's fine creation a moment before looking at Ola and smiling. "Then we will go to Cypris first, love. You're welcome to traipse around naked too if you like, I won't stop you." His grin turned mischievous then as he slid his arm around the breeder and leaned in to kiss his lips tenderly. He let his hand slide over his slave's belly, caressing the smooth, taut flesh. "I can't stop thinking about our baby. I haven't felt this excited about anything since the day I purchased you. I've been thinking of names lately." He said as he nuzzled his lover's neck. "What do you think of Eolus or Abasi? Have you thought of anything?" Re: Elysium Post by onichan01 on Today at 12:36am
“I am sure you would take great pleasure in watching me stroll the beaches with not even a scrap of silk to wear, master.” Olabisi laughed and cuddled up against the merchant, enjoying his closeness. He reached down and put his hand over Eshu's. “I think of our child often too, but I have not been thinking of names. How can you name someone you have not seen yet? He may not look like an Eolus or an Abasi. Or she...I know you would like a son, but I would be happy to have a daughter. I imagine all the gowns I would make for her, the jewels I would weave in her hair...If she looked like you, she would be so beautiful.” Re: Elysium Post by Butler Eiji on Today at 1:12am
Eshu reached up to gently tuck a strand of Olabisi's raven hair behind a pointed ear, grinning and shaking his head. "Our child will be just as lovely if he or she takes after their mother. You are truly beautiful, Ola." He purred, always bathing his slave in compliments. He knew Ola's self-esteem was not always high given his upbringing in the Hall of Jewels, but he always did his best to assure the slave of his beauty both on the outside and the beauty within. He nuzzled his lover's neck then, breathing in his scent deeply and feeling comfortable as Ola's smaller hand rested atop his own.
Suddenly a scream rang out and the merchant's heart began to race as he quickly sat upward, startled by the noise. "What was that?!" He felt panic rising then as more yells and screams broke through the silence of the evening, causing Eshu to rush to his feet. "Ola, stay here!" He commanded, rushing to grab his jewel encrusted dagger from the table and sliding it into his belt before heading out of the tent to see what was going on.
Bright waves of fire caught his eyes and he saw one of the tents on fire and a flurry of demons mixed with a barrage of Celestials. Their massive feathered wings seemed to fan the flames and Eshu watched in horror as they cut down several of his guardsman while others were throwing large nets over their slaves and the servants. "This can't be happening..." He whispered to himself, his eyes darting quickly to Ranjeet's tent. Before he could see if the demon was fighting to protect the caravan a woman with fiery red hair landed right in front of him. He quickly pulled forth his dagger and she looked him over as if to examine him.
Ariel grinned at the unusual looking demon. He was beautiful, colorful and exotic. Perfect for her collection... Quickly she drew her whip and lashed at the demon, the leather wrapping around the blade of his dagger and quickly wresting it from his hands. She then pulled out a net, tossing it at the demon and infusing it with magic to bind it to him so he had no chance of escape. "You are mine!"
Everything happened so quickly Eshu had no time to react, finding himself falling to the ground under an extreme weight. The rope felt as if it was made of iron, heavy and impenetrable. He could feel it sapping his strength and he knew it was imbued with some sort of foreign magic. "N-no... no.... Ola... my baby..." He clawed weakly at the sand beneath him, watching the red head bark a command in her strange tongue. Two large male angels then came his way, lifting him up and grabbing hold of the rope. The next thing he knew he was in the air looking down on his camp. There were dead bodies scattered about while others were being taken up into the sky as well, trapped in the same nets he was in. He could see his tent grow smaller and smaller and acrid smoke rose from the tent that was aflame, smoldering and turning to ash. He watched as they raided the carriages, stealing his trade goods and the things Ola had made. He felt cold with fear as he saw an angel go into his tent. That was the last thing he could see until he was too high up and it all grew to be a distant blur. "OLABISI!!!" He screamed, tears filling his eyes as he struggled in vain against the net and the angels that carried him up into the clouds.
"Master!!" Tarash cried, watching as two Celestials stormed into their tent catching them both nude and off guard. His master was vulnerable without his armor on and the slender breeder drew back to the far edge of the tent, pressing up against a crate in fear and confusion. He watched with wide eyes as the winged beings opened a large net and tossed it at Ranjeet. Re: Elysium Post by onichan01 on Today at 1:51am
“Eshu, no!” Olabisi called after his master desperately. He knew the merchant was no warrior; that was why they traveled with such a large guard. The slave struggled to get to his feet under the awkward weight of his belly. The unmistakable sounds of battle raged outside the tent and his heart stopped cold when he heard Eshu's scream. Hot tears filled his eyes and he cried out, stumbling as he tried to make it to the tent door. A sudden, sharp pain brought him down to his knees with a sharp gasp and his eyes went wide as he felt the carpet beneath him grow wet. “No...no, not now-Aaah!”
Olabisi screamed as another sharp spike of agony lanced through him and he fell to the expensive carpet, curling up his side. His vision was so blurred by the hot tears streaming down his face that he could not make out the dark shapes moving towards him, but he knew well enough what they were and fear made him try to get up again. He could only manage to crawl weakly away. He did not get far before he felt something heavy land on him. He screamed again as he felt himself being dragged away. The pain in his belly escalated with the harsh movements and the breeder quickly passed out.
Ranjeet was up and prepared to fight as soon as the battle started, years of living in the stadium honing his battle instincts to a fine edge. It was not the first time he had been forced to fight naked and his body was its own weapon. He unsheathed his claws and snarled, using them to cut through the net before he lunged at his attackers. He fell on one and dragged it to the ground, ripping and tearing at its flesh with his teeth and claws like a wild beast before turning on the other. Blood and gore dripped down his chin and covered his chest when he rose up again to find more prey, his red-orange eye glowing lividly. His gaze fell on a pair of Celestials dragging an unconscious Olabisi after them. He roared, catching their attention and startling them so that when he rushed at them, they were unprepared. One dropped the net to face him, hastily drawing his sword and raising it in time to meet his claws while the other continued trying to drag the net away. Ranjeet lunged at his opponent over his sword and sank his teeth into its throat, feeling bone crunch and blood fill his mouth while the celestial clawed at him, struggling to push him off. Ranjeet spat him out and turned his attention the other one with Olabisi, baring his teeth in a threatening snarl. He looked feral, with fresh blood running down his chin and the winged creature visibly paled. It dropped the net and took off into the air. Ranjeet let him go now that the slave was secured and quickly scanned the camp, looking for signs of Eshu. Re: Elysium Post by Butler Eiji on Today at 2:35am
Tarash was trembling so hard he felt as though he had no control over his body. He hugged the crate for dear life, watching as his Master avoided the net and fought off the two Celestials in an animalistic flurry of attacks. It was a horrific sight and the little breeder winced from all the blood Ranjeet drew as he tore the winged men apart with his claws and teeth. Tears streamed down his cheeks, having never seen so much blood and gore before. He felt nauseous and forced himself to look away when his master ran off to fight more of the invaders. Through the open flap of the tent, beyond the dead bodies he could see Ranjeet take on the Celestials that had Olabisi in a net. His eyes grew wide with fear and shock as he watched his best friend being carried off in a net. His throat tightened and for a moment he forgot to breathe.
What happened next gave the breeder enough courage to leave the tent once Ranjeet had slain one of the Celestials and frightened the other away. He ran to Olabisi's side, working to pull the net off of him and help the breeder. "Ola! Ola!! Wake up, please!" He gently smacked the breeder's cheek, then noticed his silks were soaking wet beneath his belly. "Oh no.... the baby. M-master, the baby is coming! W-what are we going to do? The midwives, where are they?" He panicked, looking around the camp and spotting one of them lying over a crimson patch of sand, still and lifeless.
Ariel kicked aside a dead demon guard, wiping the heel of her boot on his clothing before looking around to her companions. Many had returned back to Elysium with new slaves in tow as well as heaps of valuable goods. She turned then to see several of her men torn apart and a ferocious looking monster spitting one out by the throat. She had never seen such a beastly looking demon with such brute strength to fight without weapons or armor. A small tinge of fear gripped her, but it was overshadowed by the thrill of a challenge. The red gem in her chest began to glow and she cried out for the remaining men, women and breeders to swarm the strange demon. "Take that one alive if you can! I want him for the collection-- I think he'd be quite entertaining. Use chains, rope may not hold him. Take the others too." She commanded, noticing one was pregnant as the blonde leaned over it. Ariel got a good look at the little creature until several of her comrades surrounded it and the other two.
Tarash looked up in terror as he saw they were surrounded on all sides. He held Olabisi protectively in his arms, terrified by what was happening and fearful the baby and its mother would both die from the stress. Soon the Celestials were all brandishing weapons, chains and nets. The breeder prayed that Ranjeet could take them all down; he was strong and fearsome after all. "Save us..." He sobbed, his mind already thinking the worst as he prepared to die. Re: Elysium Post by onichan01 on Today at 2:52am
Ranjeet was bestial in his attacks, making his stand before Olabisi and Tarash. As fierce as he was, even he could not hold off the swarm that came at them for long and soon he was wrapped in chains and watching as his own slave and Eshu's were being tied up and dragged off as well. He did not make it easy for them, continuing to struggle and fight until one finally knocked him unconscious. Author’s note: Hello my lovelies! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Yet again we’re throwing new characters at you, but the more we develop the worlds of Hell and Elysium, the more characters there will be to create a complete picture. I’m very excited about this stage of the story, with angels capturing live demons for their own nefarious purposes muahaha~ The next chapter will be a real treat as onichan01 and I have already written a nice chunk about what happens to the demons that are abducted and secretly brought into Elysium. There’s going to be some serious trauma and drama up ahead, but some nice tender moments as well. Look forward to it! Supporting Hell and Elysium Character & Scene Imagery: http://otaku-no-bijutsu.deviantart.com/gallery/33853739