Succession

By God-Emperor of Man
Tags (to be implemented later): Consensual, rape, sodomy, incest, vaginal oral, anal, futa, thar be driders, torture, bdsm, multiple of the things listed, ss, cuddling, forced cuddling, lesbian, gay. Fuck it long walks on the beach.

Through the darkened avenues a carriage rolled along the weathered cobblestone and granite streets followed by many escorts. The wooden wheels causing the compartment to bounce rather jerkily. Inside two members sat on opposite sides from each other male and a female. Both with arms folded over in indignant protest. Both clad in a heavy armor uncommon for their kind. For the female her armor was a matte gray, simple in design, flat plates that covered her feminine body, only flowing to her form. lacking of any decor save for a vibrant red velvet cape that was capped by a wolf pelt draped around her shoulders. Her head was the only part of her body exposed. Her silky white hair pulled into a tight bun.

The male wore armor in a similar fashion, the only difference was he wore no cape, only a blue tabbard that covered the backside of his legs with a single flap that rested between them in the front. The male tapped his foot against the carriage floor shooting an angered glace at the cross legged female. The still silence was only disturbed by the sounds of the cabin rocking as it plodded against the hard ground.
"Did you really do it?" The male asked breaking the silence. His counterpart simply ignored him. "Is she really dead?" Again, she ignored him. "Damnit Kali! She was my daughter too!"
"And?" She responded with a cold emotionless monotone turning to the male.

The carriage slowed to a halt. The male suppressed his feelings of disgust, showing only in momentary flashes of his lips curling angrily. Before he could speak a single word, a knocking came from the carriage door.
"Matriarch Qaulithera, We've arrived," a soldier spoke.

The soldiers assembled themselves in small blocks of two by two after dismounting. When the proud drow exited her carriage they stood ridged. She looked over the run down buildings of the lower quarters. Their facades chipping away at the corners; blemishes in the stucco walls were all to obvious. It was a poverty stricken neighborhood, and the most rundown of her holdings.
"You're positive this is the place?" She looked up and down the streets.
"Yes Ma'am." The soldier responded.

In force they approached a single building out of the rest. It was in no way special or divergent from the rest in appearance. One of the soldiers crashed his mailed fist into the door, shooting out a thunderous echo from inside. He demanded the occupants open their door. After a second knock the decrepit door opened with a creak.

A female stood partially covered by the door. Her hair pulled back into a simple braid, her clothing a simple brown dress cut on the sides for her black legs to pass through. She growled at the soldier.
"What do you want? We paid our taxes already!" She spat angrily.

The Matriarch approached the doorway with heavy steps, her armor rattling with each drop of her foot. When the commoner saw the visage of her liege she gasped, opening the door with a forced bow.
"Lady Qualithera!"
"You will address the Matriarch by her title, whelp!" The soldier barked.
"M-My apologies. H-how can I help you?" She spoke, her voice shaking.
"You can start by letting us in.," Qaulithera spoke, as she simply walked into the house, followed by her companion and another soldier.

The hovel was likewise simple inside as it was outside, though the state of its repair was impeccable. The furnishings were respectable in status, as well as organized and clean. The female lead them to the parlor, where an array of chairs and couches sat. She offered her 'guests' a seat. The Matriarch stood in the center of the room, imposing over her. She stood pillar as even her soldiers seemed to not dare draw to close.
"May I offer you some drinks, Matriarch?"
"I hear you have a very industrious husband, beautiful and skilled. He's been helping improve this shithole district for months now You also have a son. Just at the cusp of adolescence."
"Y-yes, what do you want? If I may ask." She spoke timidly, fearing Qualithera's words.
"Summon them." She folded her arms, awaiting patiently.

The female shouted out the names over her family members. Her voice still stricken with fear. Her husband appeared from a nearby room. A tall hansom creature with very masculine features. His jaw was ridged and defined, his hair long and thin in silky strands of white. The Matriarch glanced over his body, muscular and well proportioned. Just as a male should look. She turned to her companion with a simple look, then back to the male.

The son was the striking resemblance of his father. The only difference was his body had not yet had the time to develop into such an exquisite male form. She rested her chin in the nook of her thumb and index fingers scanning both males carefully. The boy was instructed to stand in front of Qaulithera.
"Strip." She spoke quietly and calmly.

The boy did as instructed, quickly relieving himself of his vestments. His mother and father looked on with an unease as Qualithera knelt before him, inspecting him like a prized animal. She turned is body left and right, lifting his arms and bending them in certain angles. All the while letting out inquisitive grunts. As she had suspected his body was supple and undefined. She continued to glace back at his father almost like a reference. The father looked on almost wondering when his turn would come.

The Matriarch cupped her leathered hand around the boy's genitals, pulling gently, and likewise lifting and inspecting him. He felt a sudden press against him behind his scrotum, then his head was forcibly turned.
"Cough." Qaulithera spat in her cold monotone. The boy complied. "Has he been broken in yet?" She looked to his mother.
"N-No. I had wanted to wait till he was a bit older."
"So he's still virginal." She let out a quiet sigh of relief. His mother nodded. "Good. I will be taking him."

A source of courage was found in the drowess, her timidity was replaced with a fear and worry that caused her to ask out. She shouted at the Matriarch in protest. Her husband quickly restraining her. Though he offered a few words of protest, in a more tactile manner. They would, however, land on deaf ears as Qaulithera stood. She ordered her soldiers to stand by. Their outburst was to be expected, no need for unwanted bloodshed she thought.
"Make another." She glared at the parents.
"Why?" The female cried. " At least tell me why you are taking our son!"
"A gift for my daughter." She grabbed the boy by his hand, forcefully pulling him.

Her soldiers quickly held back his parents as they cried and reached for their son. Their cries of anguish became shrill and deafening. The Matriarchy simply did not want to waste anymore time. Her companion helped the young boy into the carriage, he wiped away the tears on the young boy's face, blocking his view. Qaulithera soon joined them closing the door behind them.

The ride back was likewise quiet and uncomfortable. Qualithera crossed her legs and looked out the window of the carriage. Her companion sat next to the scared and angry child. His demeanor wasn't pleased, but he held a smile on his face in the hopes to appease the young boy, or at least calm him.
"My name is Thuiren, what's yours?" His tone making the Matriarch grimace slightly.
"Aridan..." He muttered quietly.
"Well Aridan, welcome to the Reminalien clan."

A hours journey later, they arrived at the palace. More a keep or a fortified structure than a lavish pleasure domicile. The carriage was lead into the gates. Soldiers rushed to open and greet the Matriarch as she exited. Another provided her with reports from their many war efforts. Ultimately she ignored her companion and the young boy. Her parting order to him was to deliver the 'gift'

Thuiren escorted the still silently grieving child deeper int the palace. His sobs vanished, and he looked on in disbelief at the many banners and royal hearaldries strewn about, as well as many decorative suits of armor. Their destination was a large lavish bedroom. Thuiren knocked on the door once as a formality before entering. The room was dark, at the center was a beautiful large white bed with a white mesh canopy. A young girl was curled up next to it.
"Lem." Thuiren spoke. " I'd like you to meet-"
"Go away!" She screamed.
"I know you're upset, and we brought you-"
"I said go away, father!" She shrieked.

The male simply shrugged and turned, leaving Aridan behind. His only instructions to the young boy were to comfort his daughter. The little boy slowly approached the crying girl, like one would approach a scared and injured beast. His footsteps were light. He was still overcoming his own shock of being taken from his home.

He stood next to her, thinking of something to say for the longest time, until he quietly gave up, curling up next to her, sharing him her misery. The young girl's sobbing slowed, curious about the male, though her face didn't leave her knees. He sighed loudly resting his face in his knees as well.
"I don't want you." She sobbed quietly.
"I don't want to be here too." He replied and the girl's head lifted.
"Why?" Her eyes red and glassy from her tears.
"I wanted to stay with my family, until your mother came." His head rose and fell with each word.
"She took someone from me, too." She sniffled. "I hate her, I hate her so much for what she did."
"I hate her too." The boy leaned closer to the girl.

Their mood seemed to improve slightly over their joint hatred. The little girl rested herself on Aridan, placing her head on his shoulder. She started to breath slowly, calming herself. Almost instinctually Aridan rested his head on hers. They sat sighning impotently for a few minutes before the little girl spoke up.
"I'm Lemrajien." She spoke. Aridan answered with his name. "Lets make a promise. Together we'll get our revenge against my mother." Aridan nodded.

Qaulithera's chambers were large, but lacking in decoration and grandeur. Each item fulfilled a purpose. Her armor hung on its rack, her wardrobe was open from her choosing soft cotton robes to wear. Her desk was littered with many parchments and reports that were left unattended too. Even the rug, the only lavish piece in the room was there so she could walk barefoot comfortably. Despite her wealth and power, she rarely went to any extreme flaunting her status.

Thuiren angrily approached the bedchamber dismissing the guards that stood outside of it. He threw open the door and slammed it behind him with a loud bang. Qaulithera stood at the far wall looking out a window wistfully. Her red robes covered her body, her hair had been let down from it's bun and rested in feathery layers down just past her shoulders. She sighed as Thurien entered.
"I hope you're pleased. You really outdid yourself today Kali." He stormed closer to her.
"She's not dead." She muttered.
"What." He stopped in his tracks.
"Debrajien isn't dead. I had to lie to you." She turned, the stern cold face she wore so proudly before was gone. What remained was a soft and apologetic stare. "No one is to know but us."
"Not even Lem?" He slowly approached her.
"Especially her. If she knew she'd leave at once searching for her. We need them were they are."

Thuiren stared at her for a moment, his breath stuttering, unsure what to think or feel. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and threw his arms around Qaulithera. He pulled her close, she rested her head against his, placing a hand behind them. They held in a tight embrace.
"I'm so sorry I had to do that to you, my love." Her eyes shuddered before she closed them tight.
"Why?" He sighed, exasperated.
"The more people think she is dead, the safer she will be. We need a Reminalien to survive should we lose the war." She rested her forehead against his chest." Now, just take out your frustration on me."

"Kali, Kali, Kali..." He shook his head, laughing indignantly. "You put me through unbearable heartache, for that?" He grabbed her shoulders, slowly walking her towards the wall. "Do you know what it feels like believing the person you love is capable of killing your own child?"
"You felt betrayed, I know." She allowed herself to be pushed back.
"Betrayed doesn't even begin to describe it!" His breath became heavier. "And I had to suffer through it, pretending it didn't affect me, just to keep up the pretense we have."
"I know, Thuiren." She felt the cold wall against her back. "Let it out. You deserve as much."
"Oh trust me Kali." He grabbed the collar of her robe. "I will."

With a firm grip he pulled the robe apart. It billowed revealing her form. There was little time to admire it as Thuiren grabbed one of her firm breasts, pressing her against the wall. She didn't resist him. She turned her head exposing her neck for him to kiss and ravish with his lips. A leathery hand pressed against her muscular core sliding down between her legs. His fingers swirled between her lips, causing her to let out a pleased groan. Her hands reached for his hips, following his belt underneath his tabbard. He slapped her hands away.
"No." He growled.

Once again he grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her body away from the wall, and tossed her towards her desk. She stopped herself from losing balance, only to feel Thuiren's firm press in the center of her back. She yielded to his strength, bending forcefully over the desk. A hand pressed her head against the desk. The other lifted her red robes over her hips, the rest on her lower back.
"This is going to hurt, my love." He spoke mocking the use of his endearment.
"Good." She spat back through gritted teeth.

His hand fumbled with his belt, loosing it from his body, as well as his blue tabbard. As his hand fumbled about his crotch, his other hand continuously held Qaulithera down, jolting each time she attempted to move. The Matriarch breathed steadily through her nose with heavy breaths, unable to observe her lover. All the world to her at this moment was a cold stone wall, a wooden desk, and the clattering of Thuiren's vestments and his angered breaths.

He revealed himself, nearly fully erect, stoking himself with his mailed hand. Positioning himself against her body. She felt the firm warm touch, causing her breath to become heavier in anticipation. Thurien's hand clasped her firm black cheek tugging at her pursed ring with his thumb. Qaulithera bit her lip at feel of the dull leather. 'Just do it.' She though in her head as her lip flicked from her teeth. He teased her, slowly applying pressure then withdrawing. Her eye turned to Thuiren, narrowing with a certain impatient indignant.

With a smilem the male thrust his body against his lover. She moved reflexively away feeling the sudden pain of him entering her body, however she was greatly limited in how much she could resist. It wasn't ready yet, her teeth gritted painfully as a harsh burning erupted between her firm cheeks. Penitence for the pain she put him through, she focused on the pain taking it in in all its horrid glory. Her jaw loosened to let out a loud pained scream, her head lurking back from under his glove. It was a disgraceful state for a drow of her stature to be in. Yet for all the pain she felt, she shivered in delight, her body quickly welcoming it's 'intruder'.

Thurien could feel his Matriarch's hole slowly grow moist, and the feeling of guilt he had in the back of his mind for his lover slowly vanished. He withdrew till the edge of his length and slammed back into her. Their flesh clashing together in a sharp thunderous clap. Again he withdrew, as he fell this time there was a new sound, barely heard under Qaulithera's grunts and the clasp of skin. After a few more powerful thrusts he recognized it to be the screeching of the heavy desk slowly beginning to slide.

He grinned vilely. His thrusts became harder. Every time he felt the desk slide from under him. Qaulithera only started to notice when she felt her legs slowly press away from the desk. Sweat began to build on his forehead. Without thinking he moved he arm to wipe away the sweat, scratching himself with his armor. He gritted his teeth, looking down at his body as it connected to hers. The veiny shaft that was glistening from bodily fluids so graciously left from his lover's amorous elation. Again and again he slammed into her body, growing faster, his grunts growing with volume as well.

Her legs dragged behind Thuiren as the desk continued to slide across the ground, slowly, inch by inch thrust by thrust, until it stopped on something. His lover grunted and growled in delight. Despite the force he exerted, he felt he could give her more. He wanted to give her more. His hand left her head allowing her to turn to a more comfortable position. Her grunt would occasionally yield to a scream as her body now slid across the desk, her passage made easier by the sweat that grew on her body.

The male grabbed his female by the hips, not allowing her to slide further. with a harsh tug she flew into his lap as he thrust. The clap of flesh shot painfully loud. Again he threw her body into him, slowly leaning back as he felt Qaulithera push against him. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk granting her leverage to assist her lover. her ears began to numb. Satisfaction would soon wash through her body. Thurien felt her weight fluctuate as her legs started to lock and bend rapidly, yet he wouldn't slow. His moans and grunts raised into a bellowing roar as his pushed his body to move faster and with more ferocity. The sensation was too much for her, the constant pushing and pulling of her body, the throbbing pressure built. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and a sharp velvety scream left. He felt her ring convulse, and like a demented challenge he wanted to see how loud his partner could get as he assailed her.

The slaps grew wetter and wetter as their bodies sweated. The heat was almost unbearable from under his armor, as sweat trickled down the side of his face, curving around his eye. The screaming for Qaulithera abated only for her to draw more breath. Thuiren dipped his head in exhaustion still forcing his body to move. He satisfied his lover now he would. He arched over her back, he heart pounded furiously. He felt his member tighten and swell, but he couldn't push himself over the edge. Harder and harder he thrust listening to the slurps of their intercourse from Qaulithera's relaxed body. With a harsh slap to the cheek she tightened.

A wash relief as his body expended his seed, a pleased grunt, and his lovers coo of delight as she felt the warm fluid enter her body. He slowed rapidly, the two fighting for desperate breaths. Qaulithera saw several droplets of sweat darken a few pieces of paper that were now horribly disorganized on her desk. Thuiren, slowly back to a wall, leaning against it and promptly crashing to the ground.
"Get me out of this!" He complained though his heavy breath, tugging at his breastplate collar.
"I can't move." She groaned. Rolling herself over. Her chest rising and falling rapidly, beads of sweat trickling down her body.

After she caught her breath, she hopped down from the desk, crouching over Thuiren, her hands reaching his sides, working some of the leather straps free. She smiled at him condescendingly, yet with soft kind eyes. Eyes she never showed to anyone else. As the cuirass came loose she closed her eyes, kissing Thuiren's cheek, and parting with a quiet insult, to which he responded in kind.

Thuiren breathed easy as the cool air soothed his chest. Piece by piece they took his armor off, discarding it along the ground for now. Qaulithera stood over him extending a hand to hoist him to his feet. His arms gently wrapped around her,and she nestled her head against his cheek. Thuiren's hands slid to her shoulders, gently pushing her red robes away from her body. He kissed her as it fell silently against the floor. He stepped back staring at her body, running one of his hands along her slender side, the other along the the small bumps of her abdominal muscles. He let out a pleased sigh, then wrapped his arms around her, lifting her.

He laid her atop the soft, large bed, she rolled to her side, eying her lover with an aloof smile as he shed his remaining vestments. The bed depressed rocking her body as he climbed in. She rolled herself on top of him, throwing an arm across, and resting her head in his chest. She smiled as Thuiren's hand ran threw her feathery hair.
"I hope my daughter's don't develop this softer side of me." She joked quietly.
"Oh I'm sure they will." He chuckled. He mused in his mind for a moment more and chuckled again.
"What's so funny?" She asked, looking up at him with her eyes.
"Turn about is fair play." She smiled
"I don't follow." She raised an eyebrow
"Well. " He rubbed her head. " You were a pain in my ass today." He laughed.
"Fucking asshole." She rolled her eyes with a smile.
"Exactly!" He joked. She playfully hit him with the flat of her fist.

A soldier clad in heavy bronzed colored armor walked a along a wide avenue that his forces were holding. To his left was a large rectangular bronze shield. It was simple in design, but held ornate heraldry of the Reminalien crest on its center. The edges were wider and flat, making it easier to press against other shields or rest on the ground. A straight sword hung on his belt and he plodded a long spear against the ground, aiding in his patrol. He approached a back alley and heard a disturbance. He discreetly peered over the lip of the building, gazing down the darkened alleyway. Several dozen meters down the way he saw the glint of another armor. His eyes squinted to focus.

A dark spindly object draped around his midsection. He pondered what it was till he realized it was a leg. The soldier shook his head approaching his comrade. It wasn't long till the lowly grunts and boorish moans were clear. The female sat upon a crate that rocked, pants bunched up around her ankles, and knees pressed into the soldiers sides. Her moans were louder, her head whipped back and forth causing her silky white hair to flow in the air. There were exchanges of agreement and praising of various gods. The soldier rolled his eyes once again.
"'The fuck do you think you're doing? Were on duty!" He shouted startling the two.
"Damn it Verice! Scared me half to death." He turned to his comrade, still thrusting.
"Yes harder!" A female voice spoke in a shrill tone, ignoring the other male.
"Cask?" Verice recoiled. "I said why are you fucking? We are on duty." He spoke his words slowly.
"Just give me a second, I'm almost finished." He lifted her legs thrusting faster.
"Oh fill me! Oh Fill me!" The female shriek in a high pitched voice accompanied by likewise shrill moans. Verice shook his head at such lowly behavior.
"Hey whore, fuck off, he's got work to do." Verice grumbled.
"Whore?" She shouted, kicking the drow away. "Whore! Why you insubordinate little shit!"

Off the crate hopped a figure armored from the midsection up in the same heavy bronze armor, albeit loosely strapped at the moment. She bent over hastily grabbing her pants, pulling them over her legs. She snarled at Verice. Cask slowly back away, turning to tuck himself into his pants.
"You'd dare address a superior in such a manner?" She spat, quickly adjusting her armor.
"Captain Irenie?" Verice squealed meekly. "What are you doing here?"
"My job, male!" Cask handed her her helmet.
"Fraternization? Didn't the Matriarch make that illegal?" Verice slowly backed away raising his hands timidly.
"Pah!" She spat. "She gets to fuck that bodyguard of hers, doesn't she?" She began placing the bits of her armor on as Cask handed them to her. "Besides, I'm a bit heated, I can't help it if a male takes advantage of my aroused state." She continued to yell through a now hoarse voice.
"Hey!" Cask complained to an oblivious audience.
"No! I was moved to this area because of our spies' latest reports."

When her armor was fastened she attached a white cape to her pauldrons, and began marching out of the alleyway, shoving Verice aside with her shoulder.
"That doesn't excuse, bedding a subordinate, Ma'am." Verice added meekly.
"I'm under a bit of stress, jumping from district to district, I needed a bit of relief, so the shieldrow over there graciously followed my order to relax me. Now!" She turned to Verice. "You forget this little incident, I'll pretend I didn't hear that whore comment, Deal?"
"Understood!" Verice's words shook a bit as he spoke.
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The three exited the alleyway, Cask walked with a noticeable limp as the interruption left him a bit sore. The trio was noticeably silent. Despite his pain Cask shot Verice many smug smiles and gestures of accomplishment. The modest Verice continued to shave his head as they walked behind the Captain. Down the avenue was where many more of the soldiers gathered. A long line of them stretched from building to building with their shields firmly locked together. Behind them were the rest of the group going about their daily business. They ate, talked with each other Occasionally one of the soldiers form the back would replace one on the line.

The captain glanced to Verice through the corner of her eye, and muttered ' Call them' to announce her presence. The young drow hurried his steps, his armor clacking noisily as he rushed ahead. With a deep breath he bellowed out in an uncharacteristically deep voice, clashing his feet together, standing ridged.
"Officer approaching!" Irenie walked past him with an arrogant air about her.

Every soldier ceased what they were doing and flew to their feet, many dropping items in their hands. Their armor chattering filling the stone avenues with a cacophonous roar, then silence. The only ones who did not move were the soldiers along the line. The captain couldn't help but feel a pleased grin grow on her face. Something about the sudden change in every ones habits as she grew closer, the respect that was forced to be shown. When she arrives some whelp would tell the whole world where she was and they would acknowledge her. There was a certain deviant pleasure she drew from it. With a breath she ordered the soldiers to resume their dealings. She called the many troop leaders to her. A couple of the lower ranking ones set up a table for her.

"You are a fool Cask." Verice grumbled. as he walked towards the shield wall.
"Are you jealous?" He grinned raising an eyebrow. "I know sometimes it hard for you to find a good female to fuck." He goaded.
"No you idiot, she's our commander. You can't just be having sex with her." He whispered looking around.
"Can and I did, and if you wanted to know; wetter than the Gracigne falls." His smile curled as his teeth bared. Verice grimaced not wishing to know the intimate details of his commander.
"You are a mad individual. I have no desire no would I ever want to lay with her." He stuck out his tongue.
"Oh I get it now. Verice only loves the cock!" He playfully shoved his comrade.
"No I don't!" He tapped out a member along the line. He placed his shield where the other was. Cask placed took his place next to him.
"There's nothing wrong with it, just means you are less of a drow." His friend continued to jeer.

Time passed with nothing eventful to entertain them, aside from the quiet bantering and teasing Cask gave Verice. The other soldiers kept themselves entertained in similar ways. The hour was late, while many peasants walked about the avenue going about their day's the district was rather desolate. Many of the better off denizens had left for safety long ago, those that couldn't would simply do their best to avoid the battles that often raged in these parts.

The line cut off the long stretch of avenue as one end of a 't' section. A block over would have been another line of the Reminalien soldiery, and so on for as long as there was an area to control. The Reminalien fought their wars in a way so counter to what the other clans were used to. It was almost foreign to them. Many of the other Matriarchs would scoff and insult the boorish and inelegant ways of the Reminalien, namely that of Qaulithera herself.

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Yet for all of their distaste they hardly lost any battles. Whatever rabble the enemy could muster simply could never break the bronze line. At most pushing them back through the avenues. Once the battle was over they would take back their old positions with naught but a few losses to their side. Still the other clans would mock and berate them, in a pathetic attempt to save face. Conjecturing that if they fought war in the proper way drow should, they could never win. Taunts the Reminalien enjoyed hearing.

Another hour would pass. Verice's eyes were beginning to grow heavy. He would watch peasants pass, wagons roll by, pulled by large lizards. Only one thing remained constant. Along the far corner was a beggar covered in many bandages, only this person wasn't begging, simply sitting there. He didn't know when he arrived, but the thing sat there immobile for almost an hour. The drow thought nothing over it and continued to study his surroundings, ignoring Cask's occasional taunts.
"Whats wrong with that one?" Verice asked gesturing at the bandaged beggar.
"It's the rot." The captains voice sounded, as she took a place between Verice and Cask.

Verice couldn't help but notice an errant hand rest against Cask's thigh. The young drow sighed rolling his eyes.
"Nasty disease, it boils your insides and causes you to bleed out of every orifice, eyes ears mouth, ass. Horid stuff." She shook her head with a slight shudder. "No idea how he got here. This disease is normally found in the lower districts and it doesn't move much."

During the conversation the streets began to empty, gradually at first, but eventually it became eerily still. A sense of unease started to creep up Verice. He shuddered, and then it stirred. As if it was made from old machinery the beggars limbs jolted and snapped as they moved. It wobbled and recoiled as it stood, almost falling over its own weight. Its head hung low as it started to take shuffled steps towards the line of bronze shields.

"Hey, fuck off!" One of the soldiers shouted. The thing continued to shamble towards the line, leaning to each side as it walked.
"Go away you diseased rat!" Another soldier barked.
"Thats not the rot." The captain muttered as she watched, curious. "That's too stiff and ridged."

Closer it moved. Its limbs were thin and weak, barely holding up over its own weight. The soldiers continued to tell it off, before threatening to kill it. Then it stopped. It swayed back and forth, its legs wobbling. One of the soldiers behind the line started trowing rocks at the beggar, chuckling to himself, landing a strike on it. Its head shot up violently fast with a loud snap. There was no face, only a flat black featureless oval.
"Oh shit! It's got no face! It's got no face!" Cask shouted as he lowered his spear.
"By the Goddess! How can that exist?" Verice turned to the captain.

The captain watched in abject horror, taking a slow step backward. She looked down the avenue to see a few more of the lithe creatures approaching. Her hands shook as she reached for her blade, drawing it with a hasty and careless jerking motion. The 'thing' before them started to shamble quickly in their direction, with the rest doing likewise.
"Battle formation!" The captain shouted.

The avenue came to like with the sound of shouts and clashing plates of metal. They lined themselves in eight near perfect rows of shields. The captain ordered the first row to raise. Mechanically they moved and grunted. In two motions the line of shields was raised to neck height. The creature rushed towards the line and a spear thrust into were its face should have been, and went limp. The captain relaxed too soon as the abomination grabbed the spear shaft, slowly dragging itself towards the soldier. Then arrows began to fly.

As more of the creatures rushed the line impaling themselves on the Reminalien spears the sound of trumpets and drums blared. It was harder to hold the shields and spears up as more faceless creatures clung to the lines. The archers along the buildings continued to take poorly aimed potshots at the soldiers. The arrows often bouncing harmlessly off of the tough armor or shields held over their heads. Despite the annoyances it prevented any flexibility that the formation could even allow. Regular forces soon poured upon the line of soldiers. The once silent streets filled with bloodcurdling yells, as well as strange loud thumps.

Along the entire Reminalien line the battle raged, as report after report reached the captain. Then they simply stopped. The runners stopped showing up and the world behind them grew silent. Once of the soldiers who's job was to drag the wounded away noticed another of the faceless creatures behind them.
"Last four, Raise shields, turn and push down the avenue!" The captain bellowed as she plunged a spear into a near nude soldier.
"How did they get behind us?" Verice shouted. "Are the other Walls routed?"
"Shut up and fight!"

As instructed they chained their formation, turning and splitting of into a separate group. In well drilled moved the lines of shields rushed down the other end of the street, crushing many of their own crates of belongings in the charge. As the creature shambled around the corner there was another connected to it, and another until a bulging humanoid hulk of flesh and cadavers crashed around the corner. The soldiers shouted and cried as little they could do would stop the horrid beast. Their formation was crushed within minutes. Those lucky enough to not get crushed to death ran. It continued its unnatural charge to the remaining ranks of soldiers.

The battle was utterly lost. Most either died or ran, there was an unlucky dozen who could not. They were either maimed or captured, of them Captain Irenie. A disgrace greater than a simple defeat she couldn't even take her own life in honor before she was tackled by enemy soldiers. The paltry few were huddled with their arms behind their backs, forced onto their knees with many weapons pressing against them.

Cask and Verice were among those captured as well, fortunate in the fact they were around her when she was captured. Some of the soldiers growled and snapped defiantly at their captors. They were struck, or the blades pressed closer to their flesh. They were forced to be silent without any gags. Compliant submission, the greatest humiliation for a Reminalien. Irenie's eyes shifted side to side quickly, noticing the faceless creatures amongst the ranks and the behemoth to the back. Suddenly they all grew ridged.

The soldiers began to part, bowing their heads almost fearfully. Others saluted the two that walked down the street. A slender female adorned in an elegant sparse dress. A wrap of green gauze silk around her legs, parted at an angle in front. Her hips and breasts held belts of many tiny golden and silver disks that jingled and chimed ash she walked with a sultry sway to her hips and a quick bounce. Her breast here wrapped with a billowed green strip of cloth that wove together in a cross on her chest. There was another veil of green gauze around her mouth, behind it was a nose with many golden studs, and a chain the slung to a golden cap on her likewise studded ear. Her feet were bare side from similar golden disked anklets.

The male was far more simple, dressed in sturdy leathers, he held a great assortment of weapons with him, his favorite were two curved edged kopesh. He stood step and step with the female as her personal bodyguard. Yet when she approached the creatures. She stood behind her at a comfortable distance.

The female raised her hand, when she dropped it, all the faceless creatures 'died'. The behemoth dissolved and was no more. She smiled as she crept closer to her prisoners. She gracefully floated around each one lightly stepping on the balls of her feet, taping each othe of her prisoners on the shoulder. She laughed and mocked them.
"The wolves have no more bite." She giggled. "De-fanged and domesticated. So helpless." She twirled, her clothing flowed outward and chimed. Her twirl stopped in front of Captain Irenie, and knelt down looking her in the face the drow had light grey diamonds around her eyes. Irenie growled impotently though she was terrified. The drowess smiled brightly closing her eyes. "The infamous Captain Irenie Flounyn. I can't tell you how happy I am to find you alive."
"Its not mutual." Irenie huffed.
"I've lost many battles against you, so many pretty males had to die." She made a facetious pouting face. "But now I have you, and that bitch Qaulithera will feel this defeat."
"Let my men go." The captain ordered. The drow put her finger to her luscious lips humming loudly
"Hmmmm, no." She giggled, standing upright. "I want them taken back to the citadel, not one is to be harmed. yet." She raised her arms above her head shaking her hips. "Strip them nude, Remember just because a wolf is de-fanged it still has its claws. Send the armor back to Queen bitch Kali."
"What shall we do with them at the citadel, Lady Valreia?" Her bodyguard spoke.
"Play with them." Her grin turned devilish and she walked away to a nearby carriage.

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It was comfortable under the white sheets, pressed up against the firm chest of her lover. She hadn't rested that well in ages, and now she slowly began to stir. Soft grunts accompanied the light flickering of her eyes. She took in a slow deep breath, groaning as her body began to wake. Though there was no sun to let her know it was morning, her body simply knew. One of her ears was depressed against her head by the sheet and comforter, the other was listening to Thuiren's steady heartbeat, its pace letting her know the male was still asleep.

She turned her head kissing his chest softly, before slowly climbing his body to exit the sheets. It was a simple preference of her's, she felt more secure when she was completely covered by blankets. It allowed her to sleep more peacefully. Thuiren, couldn't bare it, always having his head poke out. He was very content to keep his Qaulithera covered and comfortable while they slumbered.

Her head caught on the lip of the covers, unwilling to simply move her arms she jerk her head, hoping it would push them off. She succeeded in only uncovering her mouth, and waking Thurien. He yawned and stretched. Qaulithera balanced on his tightening body, before it unwound itself, and softened.
"Good morning." She purred, still covered.
"There hasn't been a morning for us in centuries." He lifted the sheet over her head. "But good morning."

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her up till she laid eye to eye with him. She kissed him gingerly and shimmied off to the side. Her hand slowly traveled down his body with a light ticklish touch. She kissed him again, moving quickly to the corner of his jaw, nibbling him. His hands likewise traversed her body, but were content to stay above her waist, resting on her firm breast. He kneaded it softly, listening to a soft moan in his ear.

"Let's get to it." She whispered.
"Aren't you still sore?" He asked, kissing her neck.
"And?" She gripped him, tenderly stroking. "We'll use the other one."

Her body shifted and she threw a leg over Thuiren, still holding him tightly in her hand. His arms wrapped loosely around her waist, crossing at the wrists. He watched with a patient smile as she felt him manipulate his member to her body. His eyes closed as the comforting touch of her warmth slowly enveloped him with a pleased moan. She bit her lip hoping to stifle another as she moved her hips. She moved slowly, content to savor the moment rather than to bring about satisfaction. As it should be for an early day session.

She rested her body against his, pressing their lips together, her arms, tucking under his pillow and neck. His hands stayed atop her hips, occasionally patting for gripping her cheeks. Her breath was heavy, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the warmth that sat deep in her body. Thuiren bucked quickly to play with her a bit, waking her from her elated trance. She growled amicable, biting his chin. She lslid up and down his length tenderly for a while, no words spoken between them.

Both of their ears twitched slightly as the sound of footsteps approached the bedchamber. Qaulithera rolled her eyes letting out an annoyed grunt. She pressed agains his chest raising her body to be perpendicular with his. The covers rolled off her back and she began rocking her hips aggressively back and forth, causing the bed to shake slightly. Thuiren simply let his hands slide to her thighs, which he gripped tightly. Then the knock shot from the door. Qualithera was sure to let her dissatisfaction be known with a loud grunt.
"Come!" She spat bitterly and the door opened. One of her council member in a simple dress stepped in. She paused momentarily as she saw they two in bed.
"I apologize for interrupting you, Matriarch, but there is urgent news from the Cherboute mines."
"Speak."


"I'm afraid it's bad news, Ma'am." She curled a document closer to her body, with a worried look on her face. "It's state matters."
"I said speak." She growled in a monotone still thrusting about Thuiren. Her gaze hadn't averted from him. "Anything you say to me can be heard by him." She threw her head back with a groan.
"We lost them." The official took a step back, awaiting the wrathful words of her Matriarch.

Qaulithera stopped her gyrations. She looked at the drowess, taking in too hard breaths through her nose. The news was unpleasant indeed. The Cherboute mines were the lifeblood of the Reminalien clan. Receiving such news so early in the day and during a moment of intimate congress, it caused her stomach to turn violently. Yet she maintained her stoic disposition. She stretched out her muscular arm.
"Give me the report. Now." She spoke in a low rumble, and the female complied.

It was snatched from her hand quickly, and opened with a passionate haste. Qaulithera milled through the words on the report carefully. Her eyes slowly narrowed, her fingers started to curl, crinkling the paper. Horrible news indeed. She handed the paper back to her council woman.
"Assemble the staff for an emergency meeting in two hours." She turned to Thurien. "Leave me some privacy. I need to relieve some stress." A worried smile grew on Thuiren's face.

Aridan slept on a couple of pillows, covered by a sheet next to Lemrajien's bed. Despite the almost disgraceful sleeping arrangement for him, the peasent couldn't have asked for a more comfortable rest. Perhaps if he had been allowed into the young drowlin'gs bed. Though in that small pillow bed his world became small and managable. The thought of being torn from his family vanished, until a slight tapping woke him.
"Dany, wake up!" Lemrajien smiled poking him with her bare foot. " Wake up, wake up wake up!" She sang in a lovely lyrical verse.
"What?" He groaned forgetting where he was. He pulled the sheet over his head.
"I have something special prepared for you." She smiled " We're going to have a long day to day if we want revenge against my mother." She crouched down seeing Aridan's eyes poke out of the blanket.

She gripped the sheet over him and ripped it away. He complained and reached for it vainly as she tossed it aside. She laughed and smiled maliciously as the young drow rose from his 'bed' to chase after her. She ran from him taunting and slowing as the groggy boy stumbled on his feet. She would turn patting her thighs shouting 'Here boy'. Aridan would come close to grabbing her thin white nightgown as it fluttered while she ran. The boy growled and the girl laughed as she was chased around her room, jumping over her bed.

Aridan wasn't angered anymore, yet he continued to chase after her. It quickly became a game. Lemrajien stumbled as her foot caught the corner of the rug. Aridan smiled shouting 'Gotcha!' as his body flew into her, tackling her to the ground. They hit the ground rather solidly though the noble continued to laugh her her back to the ground, her hair splayed about, and her dress slightly hiked up. Aridan held himself over her breathing steadily with a stern look on his face. Lemrajien giggled which in turn caused the peasent to laugh.
"I had a bath prepared for you." She smiled. "Wash the dirty peasantry off you."

A few insults and complaints later, Lemrajien was enthusiastically pushing Aridan towards an elaborate bathroom. A large white tiled room, lacking of any lavish decorations, a few sculpted columns dotted along the room, but the main focus was the large pool of steaming water in the center, large enough for a few people to sit in comfortably. The noble continued to push the young boy towards the edge of the pool. She dropped her hands quickly rushing to his front.
"Isn't this great?"" She gripped his shirt, tugging it off. "Do peasants even take baths? You don't smell like you do."
"I do, its just, they are expensive." He grumbled sitting down to take off his beaten shoes.
"Expensive? I never had to pay for this." She smiled, fetching a basket with assorted soaps and items.
"Well you have a bath in your house, we don't, or at least didn't." His tone became somber.
"Well now you get to live like royalty!" She shouted cheerfully as she quickly tore her nightgown off, stepping into the warm water.

The young boy quickly turned his head away. His mind still unable to understand this was his new life. To him she was still a noble that he shouldn't even talk to, let alone look at. Yet it was real. The warm humid air from the bath, the sweet scents of oils and soaps, and the light hearted giggles of Lemrajien. His eyes slowly peered at her young body, with her arms outstretched waiting for him. He hadn't actually seen a drowess naked before, glimpses here or there, but never a full look. She didn't seem to mind, it put him mind at ease.
"Show me your cock!" She blurted impulsively. Aridan recoiled, confused. "I'm going to see it anyway, so show it me to!" She stepped closer to the edge of the pool.

He hesitated, unsure of what to do, yet his hands slowly moved to his pants. He pulled the drawstring around his waist, reached in and reluctantly pulled himself out, allowing his flesh to flop over his pants. Lemrajiens eyes lit up and her smile opened agape. She let out a pleased coo as she cocked her head side to side looking at it. She reached up a hand, gently cupping is sack. Aridan jumped slightly as he felt her. Her other hand griped his soft shaft lifting it and examining it with a innocent curiosity.
"Wow." She spoke softly with the same elated look on her face. "I've never actually seen one yet"
"Glad to be of service?" He spoke quizzically.
"Well come on, get in." She splashed the water.

The young boy slowly shook the pants from his legs. he edged closer to the water dipping his toe in to test the temperature. Meanwhile Lemrajien swam out a ways submerging herself entirely before breaking the surface with a large splash and a loud pleased gasp. Again she urged him to enter. When his feet pierced the warm surface of the water a pleasant tingle ran up his body as the surface tickled his body with warmth. His eyes closed and he relaxed feeling the water line travel to his neck. The peaceful moment would not last as Lemrajien placed her hands atop Aridan's head, forcefully pushing him under water while laughing.
"What is wrong with you!" She shouted as he emerged.
"Your hair needs to be wet!" She reached for the basket grabbing a small blue pouch, and dumping it on his head. Her fingers pressed firmly into his scalp as she massaged and kneaded causing a white frothy lather to grow, dripping over his face. The boy complained and struggled as Lemrajien's fingers pressed hard. She laughed and continued to wash him.
"Stop whining! Your hair will be so pretty after this!" She giggled
"It's burning my eyes!" Aridan barked, spitting the bitter suds from his mouth.
"Then don't open them stupid."

She stopped momentarily, Allowing him to wipe the lather from his face and rub his eyes. When they opened he saw Lemrajien with a smug grin. Before he could say a word she dunked him under the water again. He backed and complained again, and she continued to tease and play. Eventually the two began to calm down. Lemrajien would grab a bar of soap, and gently rub Aridans body with it, in turn he would do the same. He even could stand the young girl when she could calm down for a moment.

Her obnoxious personality was a bit to get used to. It was like she was used to being restrained a little, and her sister would be the one to hold her back. Now Debrajien was gone and she was unrestrained. Aridan did all he could to quell her fiery personality, though it was more so that he withstood it till she grew tired. Even then in the peaceful moments he had, she was a rather pleasant person.

Aridan sat against the pool wall with Lemrajien sitting in his lap facing the same way. He was applying the shampoo to her hair, albeit far more gently, cupping water in his hand to pour over her. she asked several questions, getting to know the boy. Simple things, personal tastes, food preferences, fun stories. They swapped back and forth details of their young life.
"And thats how me and my sister ruined mothers favorite meal." She shook her head as water poured down it. " Then she made us cook for her for a month till we learned how to make her food to her liking!" She spate indignantly, Aridan laughed.
"Thats kinda funny. A noble cook. I wonder where I can get one." he smiled.
"Don't look at me, I wont cook for you. Never again." She crossed her arms pouting.
"So what are we going to do today?" He leaned over. She turned to meet him half way.
"We're going into town." She smiled devilishly.

Qaulithera marched down the hallway to meet with her staff. She dressed herself in her comfortable uniform. A thick stitched red denim-cotton shirt with long sleeves. Golden button to the left side of her chest with a gilded trim running along the edges. Tough brown pants bloused over mid calf high black leather boots that plodded heavily with each step. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, a few strands waved freely on either side of her face. Her trusted long sword hung loyally to her side A simple but regal look for a military commander.

She entered the warroom, and all of her subordinates stood. Some dressed in full armor, with stains and dirt still marring them. Others with more open and elegant dress, more suitable for a drow. She observed the large map with many flags placed around as certain locations. Metal blocks and shapes were moved around. Qaulithera took the head of the table.
"What do we know?" She barked.
"The 20th hour yesterday the Phalanx Maria was utterly crushed by Lucatiel forces." A general pressed her finger into the spot.
"How?" Qaulithera droned. "Maria has held the mines for over ten years now." She looked about her subjects.
"Reports are still coming in, but a coordinated attack with what we are now calling Flesh Golems and latchers." The General continued.
"Explain." Qaulithera spat.
"Some kind of blood magic was used to animate apparitions to rush our lines weighting down shields and spears. These latchers then combined into a larger beast, the Flesh golem. It quite literately smashed through out lines. Once a hole was opened, that was that."
"Causalities?" She began rubbing her temples.
"300 are dead, 800 wounded and 200 missing. General Zalla is dead and Captain Flounyn was captured by Lady Valeria." The general grew quiet.


The prisoners fate was discussed in great detail, but ultimately a rescue was impossible, and there was simply no negotiating with House Lucatiel. As unfortunate as it was the only hope they had was a quick death. Matters quickly turned to the economic state of the clan. With the loss of the Cherboute mines access to all precious metals and common ores were lost. No more copper as well. A simple and common metal that was the lifeblood of the Reminalein clan. With it their soldiers could be clad in hard armors that outclassed iron and some of the weaker steels. Simple infrastructure works like water pipes were made. All of it lost.
"We could switch production to Iron? The Fou mines are rich in" A robbed minister spoke
"Absolutely not!" Qualithera barked. "We'll increase raiding on the surface for the time being to mitigate losses till we can establish new trade routes. I know House Tel'un is willing to trade."
"There is Ashandra." Another Administrator spoke.
"No. She owns enough of our deficit as is. She funds damn near half of my army." Qaulithera Grimaced.
"Yes but she has taken a great interest into your endeavors in particular. Perhaps." She began stroking her chin. "Perhaps you can convince her into a military alliance?"
"I'm listening."
"She had troops, cheap and light that we can use to slow the Lucatiel advance, if not prevent them from utilizing the mines."
"Tempting but we are withdrawing from Cherboute all together."

The table erupted in a clamor and angry complains and please of reconsideration. The generals in particular seemed the most betrayed. To them the withdraw mean years of work worthless. All their hard fought battles meaningless. They could reinforce, and fight well, but the Matriarch would hear nothing of it.
"But we can win!" The general shouted.
"I know, and you will fight valiantly. But you'll be exposed and slowly be whittled away. We can't fight that kind of war right now. We need to consolidate or all this will be wasted!"

Chains jangled and feet scuffed along a polished stone floor. Several leather clad guards herded the connected prisoners down a long line. Irenie was in the middle. She shook with dreaded horror. The disgrace of capture, and the humiliation of being forcibly stripped to her bare skin was too much for her. The uncertainty of her fate was the final piece to her looming discomfort, like the sword of Damocles swinging away above her, she wondered when it would drop.

The guard yelled and barked at them, spitting at their feet. Twelve in all in this chained group. When one slowed even a slight bit, he was struck hard by a thin wooden switch. They navigated through a long corridor of rusted iron bars and the sounds of screams and lament. Whips cracked and prisoners cried out in mercy. There seemed to be a large adjoining room they were heading towards. Irenie shook noticeable, a female of her stature? There would be no mercy.

The guards lined them in the large room facing a large grey and black throne decorated with many grim symbols and an array of webs and spider iconography. Atop the throne was Lady Valeria, her hair flipped in front of her, the ends gripped in her fingers. She twirled it impatiently as the prisoners slowly shambled in her prescience.
"Welcome to my humble hell." She spoke with pleasant tone. "I'm going to make sure your stay here is as pleasurable for me as possible."
"Do what you want with me! Let my men go!" Irienie blurted. Her words shook with fear as she tried to sound stoic and calm.

Valeria dropped her hair and smiled. She pressed against the arms of the throne lifting herself and kicking her feet before gently touching down again. She gracefully hopped down each step, her jewelry jingling the whole way. She stopped in front of Irenie, with the same joyful smile she gave her when they met.
"Gafron, would you please." She snapped her finger.

A large burly male stepped out from the shadow of the large throne. He tapped a large metal rod in his hand. His leather creaked and groaned as he walked towards the prisoners. The metal bar tapped one prisoner on the shoulder. He looked over to the green veiled drowess.
"Any suggestion?" He spoke in a harsh graveled voice.
"Nope, have fun." She smiled, holding on to Iriene as if they were intimate. "Now watch carefully." She grabbed Irenie's head, turning it towards Gafron.

The drow began to hum an upbeat song as he tapped each prisoner on the shoulder. It was a childs song one sang for the process of making a choice. Though in the playground it was a simple and harmless song that brought joy to the optimistic youth's. Here it was a horrible dirge. He hummed tapping each soldier on the shoulder harder than the next. Verice Shook and stifled a hard breath as he was tapped. Still Gafron paced back and forth a couple of times till his song came to an end. He tapped the rob and slowly turned to one of the soldiers.

Zeles. A dependable soldier. He was veteran of the Reminalien clan since he was able to join. His whole life was soldiery, his family was proud to have such an honorable son. Now he looked a scared and putrid male in the face. He took in a single breath as the rod raised into the air. A loud crack. The snapping of bone and the pang of metal. The rob flew into Zeles' skull, and again. Gafron continued to beat the drow till he fell to his knees, quickly loosing balance. Over and over he struck grunting and roaring violently as the rod crashed over and over. Blood splattered from the noble soldier, and still the monster continued to strike him. When he was laid out and his skull split in two with pink brain matter oozing from it did he stop.
"See that?" Valeria kissed Irenie's cheek. "That's what will happen every time you try to be noble." Her voice horrifically cheerful. "You are mine now, Reminalien scum."

 Valeria clapped and another male came by, unlocking the links to the chains. The rattled and echoed harshly as the soldiers stood wide eyed. They were free of their bonds. They had the capability to run, but stood there. The Priestess ordered her guards to usher all of the soldiers out of the room, all but Irienie. Once they were herded out the door closed behind them violently. The scared officer jumped closing her eyes. A single tear rolled down her face. She felt the soft press of Valeria's finger on her cheek. She wiped away the tear.
"Fear comes from the unknown." She sat herself on the steps of her throne, gesturing for Irenie to sit, and she did so obediently. "So I am going to take away your fear." She smiled clasping her hands together, resting her head on them. "You and your men will be beaten, tortured and raped every single day here till you die." She smiled. " Isn't that nice of me? You don't have a reason to be scared anymore, so stop shaking my dear."
'W-what do you want from us?" Irienie's jaw shook and chattered wildly
'What was that?" She placed her hand around her ear.
"W-w-what do you want from us." She closed her eyes huffing shuddered breaths.
"See I was afraid you'd not learn. Gafron!" She snapped her fingers.

The large male departed. The door opened and slammed once more. A moment later the screams of her men cried out as the pang of metal echoed through the stone walls again. Each strike she winced, each strike another tear fell down her face. Her hands clenched tightly together, almost puncturing her palms. The screaming stopped and the door opened once more. She hear the patter of liquid dipping onto the floor.
"You aren't a prisoner of war. There is no negotiation. Nothing here." She sat upright. "I simply want you to suffer. Oh and have a nice little chat with me!" She pressed her legs together and rested her hands on her knees, sitting elegantly, as a proper drowess should.

Irenie didn't attempt to hide it anymore. She was sobbing noisily. Tears streaming down her face pattering against the stone floor. Her throat was coarse and swollen, her eyes burned. There was no saving her men, for all her enemy wanted was her pain. Valeria was drinking it in joyfully too.
"Do you know how many battles we fought?" Valeria asked. Irenie just shook her head. "Twelve, and you came here with twelve soldiers. I actually intended to release you. But I guess you can figure out when."

She stepped off the throne walking towards the sobbing drow, almost seductive. Her hands gently rested under Irenie's chin, lifting her head to face her. Valeria smiled closing her eyes. A childish gesture. Her breath was calm and relaxed. She shook her hips, more for the sound it made than any other reason.
"Look at you my dear. Hardly befitting a female form. Your arms are thick, your shoulders are sturdy. Your belly is knotted. You don't look like a female."
"I-I'm a soldier." She attempted a scowl.
"You look like a male. Just like Kali. Rumor has it she wants to create a male dominated society. After all she makes everyone look like one."

Valeria grabbed Irenie's arms lifting them up and examining them. She saw many scars and defects in her skin. She clicked her tongue disapprovingly.
"A male without a cock. So worthless. That is of course unless you are actually female. Are you Female?"
"Yes!" Irenie barked.
"I don't think so. I think you are a male. Ah!" She placed a finger to her chin. "That means you find me attractive! Doesn't it?" She smiled with an open mouth.

The drowess took another step closer to Irienie, shaking her hips in front of her face. She saw Irenie's eyes dart down then back up briefly. Valeria smiled, seductively rolling her hips.
"Do you want to see it?" She kept swaying her hips. "It's alright, I love showing it to males."

 A hand tucked between Valeria's legs. Her fingers slid along the thin grey fabric, pulling it to one side. She stared into Irenie's red eyes with a sigh. Her hips rocked forward once again, tapping the officer's chin. Irenie's eyes shot back down instinctive. Valeria cooed at her and slowly tilted her head upright. She tried to not look, though with Valeria's legs encroaching on her, her field of view was greatly narrowed.
"Go on, it's alright for you to look. My lips are lovely." She placed her fingers between her legs. Her head rolled and she moaned softly. "And they are wet." She bumped her mound against Irienie again. "Be honest with me, have you ever licked one before?"

Her voice quickly becoming more velvety, her body swaying more side to side as her hands rested behind Irienie's neck. Valeria would push the back of her back to force her to look. She would catch her glance every so often. She felt so proud of herself, that she was so beautiful no one could resist staring at her folds. She tilted Irienie's head back and brushed herself against her lips.
"Well? There's no shame in it. I've done it." Her hips rolled. "So answer me honestly."
"Y-yes." Irenie answered silently, a somber whisper at best. Valeria shivered at the sensation of her warm breath.
"So you're attracted to me." She lowered her legs. "And you are such a pretty male. I won't refuse you if you want to penetrate me." Her hands pressed firmly to the back of the prisoners head. "But you don't have a cock, how will you fuck me?" She pressed herself against Irenie's lips firmly and gyrated her hips. "I think I know. You're tongue!" She snapped her hips. "Be a good boy and stick out your tongue."

She pulled herself away slightly. She felt the warm breath from Irenie slowly opening her mouth. Then a tickle. The tip of her tongue touched her flesh. It quickly stopped, but another tickle occurred. Valeria moaned dramatically, worsening Irenie's shame.Then another lick.

And another, but more firm. Valeria let out another over dramatic groan as she pressed Irenie's face closer to her. She felt the soldier's tongue slowly creep about her, moving lower and lower. It circled her opening. Valeria tingled with delight. She pressed her face firmly into her crotch. She took a short few stops to position herself over her toy. She rocked her hips pressing the tongue deeper into her body, rolling them to move Irenie for her. She moaned and swayed her upper body in exctacy.

The taste on Irenie's tongue was undeniably pleasant. Everything about what she was doing would have been wonderful should the circumstances have been slightly different. Yet she couldn't help but feel physically pleased. She shook with tears still streaming down her face focused on the pathetic state she was in. A day ago she was a respected and decorated leader. Now she was sobbing with another woman in her mouth. She hated herself, she hated everything. Her body ached when there was no pain, her mind crawled when there was nothing to think. She did not want to, yet she licked. She feared what would happen should she stop.

Valeria moaned and howled, wiping her hair around. Her passionate outbursts became more and more undignified in a fake display of pleasure. She pressed even harder against Inrenie, leaning forward to press her mound against her nose. Her vulva pulled out around Irenie's nose. Soon she would feel the hot gasps of air along her sensitive lips as She denied her the comfort of breathing.
"Harder, ooh! Harder!" She felt her pleasure building, though she put on a display, she was enjoying herself. "Deeper male!"

She groaned and bellowed guttural expression of pleasure. Like a wild beast, pressing her hips against Irenie and raising herself slightly. Her legs rocked and shook as she felt her orgasm flood through her body. Her limbs tingled and her mind cleared. She laughed as she slowly stopped moving and stepped away from Irnenie.

With a quick tug she drew the shaking female to her feet. In her shocked state she didn't understand what was happening when Valeria kissed her. Her tongue swiveled and massaged Ireneie's in a display of gratitude. With a smack she parted, a strand of spittle still connecting their tongues. Her hand slowly pressed down Irenie's body. In her defeated state she simply started blankly as she felt it rub her. Her own lips were wet as well.
"What is this?" Valeria protested angrily. "You aren't a male at all!"

Irenie jumped as her hand cupped her lips. She started to raise as Valeria's fingers began to enter her painfully. There was no elegant, she pressed all her fingers into Irenie, painfully stretching her, until her knuckles rested on her lips. Irenie cried out in pain. Valeria withdrew her hand putting it in front of Irenie's face. She parted her glossy fingers and clear viscus fluid made webbing between Valeria's fingers. She slapped Irenie with her wet hand.
"You lied to me!" She slapped her again. "Why didn't you tell me you had such a feminine cunt? You bitch!" She snapped her fingers. Grafon appeared. "Grafon, throw her in her cage. Make sure one of her soldiers rapes her, or kill another one." The brute nodded grabbing Irenie.

Irenie cried out, begging pathetically. Valeria sat down on the steps of her throne. She looked at her moist hand and licked her fingers. She let out a hum of delight, diligently cleaning each of her fingers.
"Oh my." She purred. The door slammed. Valeria leaned back reaching for between her legs with her now cleaned fingers and touched herself.

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The Delu'ute district was a center of commerce, a thriving district set securely within the realm of Qaulithera. The buildings towered along the cave walls and open areas. Stone structures with beautiful decorative embellishments. Wide avenues with trains of carts and citizens populating the beautifully bricked streets. Long slender lamp posts dotted along the roads producing their soft white glow. All indications of the prosperity of this particular region.

The district was one of the largest under Reminalien authority and the seat of power. Populated by thousands of every class of citizen. The district had many tiers with staircases, walkways and roads connecting between them. A maze of brick and stone. The draw to the district was the flowing Gracigne falls which supplied the Reminalien with unending fresh water. Yet outside the district clean water remained a precious commodity.

Despite its value, it was Qaulithera's belief that the water belonged to her people alone, barring trade from the other houses. A decision that promoted internal commerce, making the Delu'ute district incredibly wealthy. It drove many to seek it hoping to find fame and fortune. Some would rise, others would find themselves trapped in the gutters of the lower tiers. This in turn created a great divide, the prestigious houses and businesses inhabited the higher tiers, closer to the citadel, whereas the lower ones were known for their more unsavory attractions.

 In the middle of a crowd, Lemrajien and Aridan walked completely unnoticed and ignored despite their standing. A task that well accomplished despite the noble drow's wordiness and provocative action. Lemrajien walked atop a low wall with her arms outstretched for balance as she placed one foot in front of another. Aridan walked somewhat uncomfortably in the new clothing he was given. A sleeveless attire in the same military fashion many of the Reminalien had come to dress themselves. Distinguished yet still common place in the hustle of busy streets.

The young drowess seemed all too thrilled to continue prattling on about how Aridan's new life will be and other perks. Aridan would continuously attempt to wane the conversation in fear of others finding out who they were. Yet Lemrajien carelessly continued on.
“Shouldn't we have body guards or something?” He spoke quietly.
“Mother says they only draw attention, and that if I can't return on my own I don't deserve to return at all.” She spoke paying more attention to her footing than to her companion.
“That's harsh.” He added looking to the side.
“Well that just how mother is.” She hopped off the end piece.
“My mother wasn't like that.” He sighed.

She stopped and looked at Aridan with a confused glance. She knew she should say something, but no words or ideas came to mind. She simply looked at the young boy as he mused on his family he was forcefully taken from. It resonated within Lemrajien as well. She though of her sister. The young girl took in a deep breath, hoping to find a new topic to ease her mind. Instead, she patted the boy on the head, to his protest. His growls brought a smile to her face as she antagonized him into a chase.

The pointless childhood bickering was a comfort to him as well. The spry young ones darted through the crowded streets. Lemrajien continued to taunt Aridan playfully, and sometimes Lemrajien gave chase to him in a keen turnabout. They continued on to a destination only Lemrajien knew where, until the young girl came to a stop looking at something under the walkway. She gasped, covering her mouth with a large smile.
“Humans!” She pointed, enthusiastically, towards an array of cages. Aridan stepped beside her.

Dozens of human slaves milled about begrudgingly in sturdy iron cages. Bare only for a collar. They huddled close to each other as potential customers watched them with a similar sense of awe as the noble drowess. Some gathered just for the spectacle, others to admire the simple beasts from the foreign surface. The slave masters spoke with several people trying to broker a deal. Children and young ones reached into the cages speaking calm words hoping to woo a human closer.

A curious attraction. Humans usually were sold piece meal along with debtors, criminals and other lesser creatures. It was very rare to see so many in one area. Lemrajien continued to look on with starry eyes.
“Web! They are so cute!” She leaned over the ledge to get a better view.
“They look like pink and furry drow.” Aridan shrugged.
“I know, isn't it awesome?” She turned to Aridan with a large grin. “They are so fuzzy! Oh I want one!” She spoke with a slight bounce as she shifted the weight on her feet.
“I don't see the appeal.” He spoke with a huff, turning around and leaning against the low wall.
“Not a human, person are you?” She teased. “I don't know if I have enough money for another slave, though.” She huffed indifferently.

“Another?” His ears perked as his gaze shot towards Lemrajien.
“Yeah...” She mumbled quietly. “That's what you are right?” She raised an eyebrow.
“I'm not a slave!” He barked defensively.
“So you're my pet?” She cocked her head to the side with a goading smile. Aridane growled.
“I'm not a-!” He stopped himself. “Why are we even here?” He huffed then pressed himself against the wall crossing his arms. Lemrajien cupped a hand around his ear.
“Poison.” She smiled vilely.

Aridan's eyes widened, and his mouth slowly swung agape. While his gaze was locked on his companion, he watched for a break in the crowd before speaking again. Fearful that someone might overhear. After a quick shift of his eyes he leaned in, likewise cupping her ear. It twitched as the palm of his hand slightly brushed against it.
“Deadly?” He spoke with worry.
“Duh.” She rolled her eyes. “A life for a life.” She boasted proudly. Aridan covered her mouth, shushing her.

The young noble slapped Aridan's hand away with a growl. The young boy looked on annoyed at the slight. She ignored his transgression and simply continued to speak. The two started to walk as she began droning on about how deserving her mother was of death, albeit quieter now. Aridan's stomach slowly began to turn when he realized the level of hatred she had for her mother. It was something he could not understand, there was no one in his life he felt he could ever hate with such a passion.
“Were can we even find something like that?” He asked bouncing his gaze from Lemrajien to the road.
“I know a place.” She smiled. “A friend of mine once mentioned knowing a particular apothecary in this district. In the lower levels of course.” She hummed pleased with her self. Aridan tossed his head to the side in a concession of agreement.
“How will we know which one it is?”
“This.” She reached into her pockets.

She procured a small scrap of crumpled and folded paper. As she unfolded it a strange sigil was displayed. Aridan didn't stare at it long before Lemrajien hid the paper away again. Shop after shop yielded no results to the duo. The noble drowess slowly became more frustrated, tossing her hair in disappointment. As she grew more impatient, her voice became more boisterous, as well she gave little regard to Aridan's words of wisdom. At some point he had simply given up trying to calm and restrain the noble. He was but a peasant, and a male, what could he really accomplish with her?

Deeper and deeper they went. The bright white glow of the lamps dimmed, and was replaced with a pale yellow. Lemrajien remarked something about being on the right path, despite not knowing herself. Yet luck would finally grace them as Aridan managed to find a decrepit shack with the marking upon it. The air was eerily still as they entered. Many strange jars and liquids dotted the wooden walls. A putrid odor likewise filled the air. The noble pinched her nose shut as Aridan covered his mouth and nose.
“What have we here?” An old voice grumbled.

An old and wrinkled figure stood behind the counter. Though old would have fitting description, were the drow prone to such aging. Instead his appearance was the result of his horrible standard of living, and the materials which surrounded him. Lemrajien hesitantly approached the counter, pressing herself over it carefully by her toes.
“Make us a poison!” Her voice popped, as she still pinched her nose. The man laughed in a strange tone.
“Cu Cu Cu Cu! Thats not what I do here, little missy.”
“Don't patronize me, you peasant! Concoct a lethal poison for us!” The noble shouted The man glared at here with one large red eye.
“No. Nor do I have to serve impudent whelps. Go away.” He groaned as he slunk back into an adjacent room.

Furious Lemrajien began screaming and kicking the wooden counter. It took Aridan grabbing her and pulling her away to deter her rage. She couldn't fathom someone treating her in such a way. 'How dare he!' she thought, both aloud and to herself. For his effort the young boy was greeted with a series of kicks and slaps from the spurred girl. Yet he continued to dutifully calm her and drag her away. Truth be told he was tempted to leave her and allow her to get in trouble or hurt herself. The thoughts quickly vanish when he realized his hate would be far worse if he did.

So, Reluctantly the young boy continued to placate the wily Lemrajien. Yet she refused to yeild. She screamed and insulted him, the shopkeep and the world. Something built in Aridan. He was fed up with her behavior. His lip curled and his eyebrow twitched. Before he knew it, his hand flew across the air, striking Lemrajien across the face. She stopped, widened eyed in disbeliefe.
“Shut up, damnit! You're going to get us killed!” His temper began to boil over.
“You slapped me.” she whispered, her face still frozen in confusion.
“Do you think of anything other than yourself? Spider's Web. So someone treated you poorly. Get over it!” He clenched his fists at his sides.
“You slapped me.” She remained unchanged.
“We're going home, come on.” He grabbed her hand.

Her body tugged as Aridan began to walk, snapping her back to reality. Her gaze narrowed towards Aridan, yet she couldn't help but feel impressed that he finally showed some emotion, then she felt the sting of her cheek and her anger slowly simmered again. Though before she could berate him a hooded figure beckoned them over. He was clad in heavy leathers that covered his entire body from head to toe. Several knives were clearly visible. He beckoned them again.
“Pssst” he hissed. “ I heard you were looking for something, a little 'Potent'” be whispered.
“Maybe.” Lemrajien hummed, intrigued. Aridan tugging at her to move.
“Free of charge. I don't care who its for, just know I'll take credit for it.” He smiled devilishly.
“Ooh?” She chimed.
“Lem don't this is too good to be true. Just give up and come home.”
“Pay your pet no mind.” Aridan growled at the remark. “Here, just take it.” He placed the vial in her hand. “You aren't the only one who wishes for her death.”

In the time it took Lemrajien to look at her companion, then back to the man, he was gone. She stood blankly for a moment or two, shrugged and then the two departed. Aridan quietly tried to dissuade her the entire way back. Lemrajien looked at the shiny green liquid in awe, her mind was set, and there was no turning back.

The two were unusually silent on the return trip. Lemrajien didn't speak of Aridan striking her, he didn't speak of his dislike of the poison. An implied agreement between the both of them. Upon their return they found the citadel to be alive with its usual clamoring. Soldiers marched too and fro, servants hurried about with packages and other items. A world on its own that the two drowlings stood almost separate from.

The young noble was quick to make her way to the kitchen. The servants were hard at work preparing a large meal for the council as they held their congress. Sneaking in was easy enough. Lemrajien and her sister had a horrible habit of teasing the servants as they worked. She explained to Aridan about a time it caused a meal to become ruined. Qualithera forced her daughters to learn from the cooks till they could make her meal to her liking.

The countertop was still familiar to her. She was quick to acquire all she needed for the meal. Coaching Aridan through its creation. Having him help where needed.
“What are you doing here?” A voice spoke.

The two of them turned to see a male dressed in white heavy cloth meant for the kitchen. The head chef who stared at Lemrajien disapprovingly. She smiled at him. A wide grin that made her close her eyes.
“I've been rude to mother. I wanted to make a dish for amends.”
“Thats... kind of you.” He spoke confused. The young girl was many things, remorseful was not one of them.
“When I'm done, could you deliver it to her?” She tilted her head to the side, still holding her smile.
“Ugh, fine, not like I have a job around here.” He complained, walking away.

When the dish was completed she procured the vial from her pocket. Aridan grabbed her hand.
“Are you sure?” Is all he said with a worried look on his face.

With a final nod from Lemrajien he finally gave in and watched with a sensation of dread as she poured the liquid over the leafy meal. He heard many stories of deceit, betrayal and murder of the noble courts, and hoped they were exaggerated. Lemerajiens willingness to kill her own mother weighed heavily on his heart. However not as much as a feeling a guilt he had for himself. 'There is more I should do!' His mind begged. Though his body remained complacent to his companion. Fear is what truly motivated him.

He saw first hand the power the ruling clan had. The ability to simply take a child from his family at a whim. To murder ones own child without a care; to murder your own mother. His body hurt from nerves. If he steped up and attempted to put an end to the cycle anymore than a gentle nagging he feared his life would become forfeit as well. He felt as if he betrayed himself when Lemrajien handed the plate off. After that the two left to play and wander about the castle as if nothing happened.

Every time a soldier glanced at him he felt an ebbing feeling of being discovered. Lemrajien felt no such hesitation. She continued to tease and play as she had before. Everything halted, however, when a scantly dressed official found the two of them with a concerned look on her face.
“Lady Lemrajien, Please come quick, its your mother.” Words that would haunt Aridan for the rest of his life.
“Whats wrong, is she ok?” Lemrajien feigned a frown, though as she turned she couldn't help but grin out of sight.

The lady escorted the two of them to the large dining hall. Aridan stopped and slowly turned the corner. Fearing he'd see a corpse over a plate, so when he was the Matriarch sitting perfectly content with a vicious smile on her face, he couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and terror.
“Take a seat.” She spat out in a harsh tone. “You too.” She glared at Aridan.

The two did as instructed. Once they were settled she began eating the meal in front of her. Aridan's eyes widened slightly.
“So I heard you two had a fun adventure in the lower district.” She took another bite.
“Oh yes, we-”
“Silence!” She hissed, flaring her nostrils and teeth. She then took another bite. “Kassim could you come here a moment?”

Out of the shadows just behind the matriarch was a male dressed in heavy leathers. A horribly familiar figure. He placed his hand infront of his chest and bowed obediently.
“Yes, my Matriarch.” He glared at the young drowess.
“Lemrajien. This is Kassim. Your bodyguard. I believe you've met before.”
“Mother I can-”
“Shut your treacherous mouth!” She slammed her fists against the table. The crash caused Aridan to jump. “You would try to kill your own mother? And you!” She pointed at Aridan. “You were against this, and yet you did nothing! If there is anything in this world I hate more than disloyalty, its cowardice!” She gritted her teeth. “You both disgust me!”

She stood from the table and slowly began to pace back and forth silently. Each ghostly step of hers, in her heavy armor set Aridan's teeth on edge and began to turn his stomach. He knew he was going to die this day. There was no avoiding it. His throat began to swell. He fought his emotions as long as he could, attempting to hold a straight face, but tears built up. Her daughter may be spared, but he was simply a nobody. A gift to the Matriarch's daughter.
“I should have you put to death, Lemra!”

“Mother I-”
“Shut your fucking mouth you insolent shit!” She screamed. Her hands ran down her face, distraught. “Thuiren!”

Her armor clad companion stepped into the room. His face was stern and dissatisfied as he looked at his daughter. The warm smile she was used to was gone. Only sad eyes remained. He stood next to Qualithera.
“There will be repercussions to this.” Qaulithera groaned. “ Since you seem so willing to kill, I guess its time for me to train you how to do it right.” She tapped her sword hilt. “And you Aridan.” The boy started to shake, cleching his fists. “ I- I just!” She clenched her fists, pounding the table. “I'm so angry right now. You are a fucking male! Have some balls and stand up for yourself! You'll be joining Lemra. You two will be lucky to see the outside of this palace for the next fucking year.” She took a breath, doing little to stifle her anger. “ Kassim, get them out of my face!”
“As you wish my Matriarch.”

Qaulithera threw up her hands in tightly curled fingers as they left. Her companion draped his arms around his lover, soothing her choler. Her head dipped, resting against his chest. She huffed a sharp breath of air.
“I just don't know what I am going to do with her.” She complained.
“Calm, my wolf. Its just a phase.” Qaulithera pressed a puff of air out of her nose, a sudden and unexpected laugh.
“I fucking hate you sometimes, my love.”

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Chains rattled and moans echoed in the grimy, poorly lit room. A corpulent and disfigured drow trotted between the many cages, carrying an torch. Behind him was Lady Valeria, stepping lightly with a giddy expression about her as she looked over her captives in the way a child would look into a pet store. She was dressed in a simple flowing green gown, held together by pins on her shoulders. A far more conservative dress than her usual extravagant attire. The two of them stopped in front of Iriene's cage. The ten remaining members were bruised and bloodied. Many swollen cuts and welts pot-marked their bodies. They huddled together in the far corner, shaking out of fear of chill. None knew which by this point. The elated drow pressed her finger to her hips humming decisively.
"This one, aaand... This one." She pointed lightly with a toothy smile.

Immediately they cried and complained. A few members vainly tried to hold onto their brethren before their hands were swatted off by Gafron's club. The first of the chosen to be pulled was Cask. The other Verice. Verice took a deep breath in an attempt to remain stoic, though remained noticeably shaking. Cask did not. The jailor shoved them violently grunting 'move'. Valeria clapped her hands pleased with the selection as they were escorted from the room. The members of the cage continued to shake, huddled together. Ireine wept as more of her men were escorted away, possibly to never be seen again. Her men held her, as if to protect her.
"I'm so sorry." She cried impotently.
"It's not your fault." one of them muttered silently in an attempt to put her mind at ease.

The room they were lead into was well lit with a pale white glow. It was painful to Verice and Cask. They covered their eyes momentarily, before feeling the sting of Gafron's club. instructing them to lower their hands. Valeria halted them in the middle of the stone room. She walked forward weaving between them with a ghostly grace, lightly caressing their faces as she passed. She smiled greedily looking over their bodies, biting her lip. Despite their bruised and scarred bodies she found them to be exemplar forms of masculinity. No, she preferred the scars. 'A male without scars is a male that is only for show', she thought.
"Do you know why you are here?" She asked, puckering her lips as she pinched Cask's face.
"Go to hell." Verice growled.

The club swung into his back. The soldier winced, attempting to remain stoic. Valeria shot a vile glance towards her assistant.
"No Gafron, not now." Her eyes narrowed. "In fact, leave the room." The figure nodded, and slowly left. She turned her attention to her captives. "As much as I hate you Reminalien, I can't help but find you males to be the most beautiful in the entire Deep."

She continued to flow between them weaving back and forth crossing in front of them. "Your muscular forms, how your bodies are built for war and killing." She licked her lips. "Not like the weak ones we have in Lucatiel. No, your bodies have a purpose. Purpose driven by desire." She stopped facing Cask. She pressed herself into Verice. "I see that desire in your eyes, and I want it. I want to feel a true male."
"Fuck you." This time Cask growled.
"Yes." She nodded. " That's the general idea."

Her delicate hands reached up for the pins in her dress. She began to pull them out, tantalizingly slow. The dress tugged slightly, then fell, gliding along the curves of her body as it silently dropped off. Once again she pressed herself against Verice, her soft cheeks gently grazing him. She turned her torso reaching up an arm for him.

Her body was elegant and well formed. Her skin was flawless, in stark contrast to the males she was between. A body she had taken great care of, and had taken great length to decorate. She had piercings, golden studs through her pert nipples. Her navel likewise had an ornate golden ring with many tiny golden and silver chains dangling from it. The golden anklets and bracelets she normally wore were missing however.
"Even if I do, I'd make sure it caused you pain."
"Yes!" She moaned. "That's what I want. Some fun before I got to bed." She threw her arms around Cask's neck, pressing her body tight against him. "Give me your hate. I can tell your body already wants me." She swayed here hips side to side, feeling his member roll along her flesh. "Give in." She smiled

Casked shoved her away. Her body flew into Verice with a pleased 'Ooh'. Without need for instruction, his comrade wrapped his arms around Valeria's, holding her arms up. Cask's stance changed, his foot was placed in front of the other. His body hunched down, and an arm flew back; fist curled into a tight ball.
"Let me give you what you want!"

His arm shot forward. His bones creaked and his muscled burned from his abuse, but he weathered the pain for the satisfaction of feeling his punch stop in her soft gut. Though he would never feel such joy as his body froze. Valeria's eyes flickered for a moment like a flame had reflected in them. Cask and Verice were frozen in place. The drowess laughed in a shrill cackle.
"Do you really think I didn't expect this, you primitive Reminalien?. You truly don't have a choice here. But that defiance, that hatred." She bit her lip. " It makes me so uncontrollably wet. Give it to me, take your anger out on me that way. I will not stop you." She purred.

Cask's body straighten itself. Then there was a pleasant sensation, a tingle in his loin. It felt like a soft hand caressing his member. His eyes darted down to see himself grow. Valeria slipped out of her confinements walking seductively towards him. Her arms were placed gently around his neck. Then a leg pressed against his side. He felt the warm touch of her mound against his flesh. She rubbed generously, slowly raising herself. Her eyes stared deeply into his. She could see the anticipation in his eyes. His reluctant desire to feel her touch. Her vile grin grew the closer she came to anointing with him.

Though he could only move slightly, Valeria could easily see his face slightly contort, pressing a small bit of air out in pleasure as her body slowly surrounded him. Her eyes started to close the further along she plunged. His warmth causing her body to tingle as she expanded. When she finally rested and could press no more she kissed his cheek.
'We could do it like this. Or!" Suddenly they regained control over their bodies. "We can have fun."
"Fine." Cask spat.

He wrapped his arms under her knees, pressing her legs up his body. She pressed them into his sides, holding her weight. Cask began to rock his hips forward, feeling her moist touch. He began to toss his hips forward making a wet slap as he did. Valeria began to roll her head, moaning, and tightening her grip around his neck.
"Oh, good boy." She purred.

Cask gritted his teeth slamming harder and harder against her, his arms wrapped around her back, resting on her shoulders to press her down. Her back arched, and her moans grew louder and more shrill. Cask nodded and soon Valeria felt hands place themselves on her hips. Her eyes snapped open and she took in a sharp breath as she felt another bit of pressure on her body. Eyes wide in elation with a smile wide agape, she bit into Cask's shoulder as she felt the second warmth penetrate her body.