The Chivanian Whispers

Warnings
The following stories are very graphic and should not be viewed by a minor. So, if you don’t want trouble, don’t bother with reading beyond this and keep your moms away.
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It had been hours since the sun set and the sky grew dark. The bright globe was hiding just above a few white and somewhat fluffed clouds, its bright beams reaching the inside of a large and tidy room , one that was surrounded by old brick and vines, keeping creatures out that shouldn’t have dared to set foot inside. There were wards everywhere; over the windows, tucked away in the door and under some of the old floor boards. Magic was not new in the kingdom and it was used whenever possibly, even to show off just to get that extra glance or glare. The castle of Chivania was built just over the old burial grounds and protected by the spirits of the ‘Old Folk’ , the older race that had been around since Adam and Eve. Just because Humans were a wonderful model, didn’t mean that there weren’t anything else wondering about. Chivania was nothing but a huge coven of the nearly extinct races. There were creatures from Vampires to the beautiful water siren. There were no such things as mythical creatures and that could be proven just by a few kind and respectful words, maybe a bow or two and some warm blood. That was if you were human however, and the two beings chatting in the room were far from it. They sat in their large cushioned chairs and sipped at the two tall glasses of red wine, the liquid staining the lips of the pale one and causing the younger one to giggle.

Aiden couldn’t have been any older than nineteen and yet she sat beside her commander , hair pulled back in its reddish copper mess. She was taller than most of the women and yet shorter, much shorter, than all of the men. Her skin was pale, a slight glow from the sun sticking to the flesh, and she had high cheek bones, something rare in the kingdom. Her breasts were also much larger than the normal size of the women and she had a set of blue-grey eyes that would make any man go to their knees and beg. This woman was good, but only pulled her clothes free and bent over when her commander brought someone to her bedroom.
Her body was covered by soft clothe, legs encased by black leather, chest hidden away by a large, billowy white shirt. The boots went to her knees and laced up rather tightly; it was normal for a warrior to wear their boots for days and days at a time. She was a warrior in the Chivanian army and could drink anyone under the time. Believe it or not, but being able to drink was an art and if you were a lightweight woman then you would be worshipped as a Goddess.
Aiden was a Goddess, sitting beside her God, Sycatra.
The commander sat, one leg resting atop the other, his pants going tighter, showing off his half erected member, making him look better than the wine that rested so nicely atop the small glass table, its round wooden legs, looking old and cracked from years of use.
His hair was in soft waves, reaching his rear, making him pale skin look even milkier. Sycatra had a pair of eyes that couldn’t be matched in beauty, the color a deep green with brown speckles. The green signified that he was part vampire and the brown screamed human. His body was a sculpture of flawless skin stretched over years of muscle. His broad shoulders were covered by a similar looking shirt, a small black broach resting just over the left breast. He was calm and in a sexual mood, wanting to take his dear little flower and smother it with heat, hoping to crush it. How cruel he could be, but to one that knew him, he was the kindest man in the entire world. So graceful and intelligent, he could get anyone within the walls, including the prince.

Silence was thick enough to slice through and the tall commander wanted to finish up the wordless conversation with a few slaps of the skin, maybe sex or hopefully pain.
“My dear, why is it that your speech is slurred and I can see your breasts pressing against the material as if they wish to break free? “ Sycatra stood, an easy movement, and lifted the glass from her fingers, drinking its contents and placing it upon the small glass table, causing a creak to fill the large room. He placed his own glass just beside it and pushed a few strands of black behind a pierced ear, making the small silver rings jingle. Aiden moaned at the sound, remembering that , that was the sound they made when he was on his knees, thrusting rather roughly, his hair acting as a small curtain around her face. She couldn’t seem to do anything now a days without thinking of his God like sexual ways and how his cock fit her perfectly , making her feel whole whenever he would push his fleshy hips forward.
There was a light buzzing noise filling her mind and she nearly fell to the ground,losing her balance. He caught her however and she whimpered, hands going to his coller, ripping at the shirt. “Don’t let me fall” She begged as he picked her up into his arms with ease, kissing her rosy cheeks, smelling the sweet, sweet wine on her breath. Sycatra couldn’t help but to chuckle as he remembered how beautiful she was as a small child, how he would hold her in his strong arms and take care of her as if she were his very own. Then she grew into an adult and he couldn’t keep his hands from her thighs or his lips from her very own. He couldn’t resist this women and it seemed as if there was a dark cloud lingering over his pretty head. Everytime he thought that he was happy, someone came in and took her from him, taking her like a slut and leaving her with their disgusting scent. He hated this and yet, he would ‘punish’ her by letting all of his guard take her right over the table in the main hall, handing out large goblets of wine, watching every moment, wanting it to never end. He was picky but that was alright, she was in love.

TBC Me ish so tired..