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Thread: Dark Conquest (Hamadryad & Greenrust)

Hamadryad said The riders fell upon the grievously outmatched hunting party with speed and momentum, dark lances and polearms falling upon the barely armoured party of elves before them. The sounds of tearing flesh, the pounding of blunt weapons and the pained cries of dying elves filled the plain, birds scattered and deers ran for the hills. The fight was over just as it began, and no elves escaped the wrath of the supernatural riders. The men lay dead, and the women wounded or subdued. All that stood was Metzi, who skillfully dodged and evaded the blows of her attackers. Stand before me, agent of death! Fight me with honour! she yelled as she ducked under another lance, issuing her challenge of single combat to the leader of the dark party. She was unarmoured, though especially fast, even for an elf, and in her hand she wielded a blade of tempered elven steel, likely some sort of tribal heirloom. Click to expand... Usually Dagon cared little for the honor of knights and barbarians and if he could help it most of the time he would rarely be pulled in a duel with equals when he could defeat them with tactics but this was his first time out in a while and he decided he would meet her. That did not mean he would dismount. I will take your life! He said as he charged her, his black steed barreling down on her with murder in its eyes. However rather than trying to match blows with her he simply spurred his horse to run right over her, she might kill his horse but the suddenly move would likely send her falling to the ground and then he would end this with a few broken bones for her and end this battle. A cheap cost for the just the price of a horse and besides men of honor were always surprised when something didn't fit their code, he doubted woman of honor were much different.
Thread: Dark Conquest (Hamadryad & Greenrust)

The chieftess readied her weapon as the Incubus spurred his horse onward, dark hooves kicking up dirt and thundering through the plain as the zombified riders began to dismount and secure the wounded. She met eyes with the dark figure as he charged forth, trying to anticipate his move. He would either run her down or divert at the last minute to take a swing with his weapon. It was a fifty-fifty chance, she knew it all too well, yet a decision she had to make. Either stand so she could get a swing in when he diverted or dodge to the side to avoid the horse yet risk being cleaned up by the glaive. The rider approached, and she made her decision. She chose wrong, standing her ground as the horse came upon her, her eyes widening as it simply kept on riding forth. She swung her blade out, severing the horse's front right leg at the knee and bringing it crashing down to the ground, though not before it viciously charged her aside. The elf came crashing down on her side, a loud cracking sounding through the plain as she howled in pain, her blade cluttering to the dirt just out of her reach. Two of the Incubus' riders pounced upon her, grasping her arms and holding her tightly in their grasp. Another rider rushed over to the Incubus and helped him out from under his horse, his powerful physique and stronger armour had prevented his leg from splintering under the weight of the horse. What was left of the elven hunting party, five women and Metzi herself was completely at Dagon's mercy.
Thread: Dark Conquest (Hamadryad & Greenrust)

When the horse began to fall he leapt with supernatural speed from the steed, landing heavily on the ground but escaping most of the horse's weight as it fell and screamed out in pain, its pain mixing with her howl which was music to his ears. He let his guards restrain her even as he walked over to take her blade in hand, looking at the blade. He wondered if it was just normal elven make or there was something special about it. Walking over to his horse with her blade in hand he raised it and cut down, ending the horses screams with a fountain of blood from its throat from a deep cut, spilling thick red onto the floor to join that of fallen hunters and making him close his eyes and breath in the death around him, it made him feel empowered. He then turned a casual glance over to Metzi, his blade dripping horse blood and it likely seemed as if he planned to end her life as well, red eyes staring coldly out of the helmet out at her as he approached blade in hand. He grabbed just under her chin and forced her to look at him and meet his red eyes as he grinned under his helmet. It looks for such a renowned war leader you fell fairly quickly, Metiz of the Velethuil tribe. He taunted, his voice sinister.
Thread: Dark Conquest (Hamadryad & Greenrust)

Metzi blew a few delicate blonde strands from her face, wettened by the sweat coating her pale and smooth skin. She was dirtied and bruised, especially where she'd landed on her ribs, a purple-blue mess of swollen skin emerging just under her left breast. The Chieftess occasionally writhed in her captor's hands, though often stopped herself with a pained hiss. She was truly a beautiful thing, with her doe-like eyes and sharp features and that beautiful wavy hair with cascaded down about her shoulders, adorned with all kinds of feathers and beads. Her tattoos too were beautiful, intricate and well detailed with old elven patterns. Even the one which covered her soft right breast, obscured by her tribal bra which tightly wrapped about her torso, covering just enough breast to conceal her nipples, three blue feathers dangled from it enticingly. The cloth about her waist was fastened by a loose blue ribbon, and the fighting had knocked it ajar so that it showed a portion of the chieftess' waist and the beginning of her rear's crack. Metzi peered upward with those beautiful amber eyes, meeting them with her foe, You are as dishonorable as old crones say, Dagon of Screaming Tower, she said in her soft, accented voice. It was obvious the common tongue was only her second language, as the Elven tribes typically only spoke a bastardised form of High Elven, aptly nicknamed Woodspeak by commoners and civilised elves alike. Yes, I know you, she continued, The black armour and glaive. Crones tell stories of Dagon the Black who steal warriors souls and rise them again as dead men. The words she spoke were true for the most part, though the Elves had obviously thought Dagon to be the true dark power at the centre of the neighbouring screaming tower instead of the Lich that lived within it. Most of the Lich's undead warriors were tribal elves too, though their souls were warped far beyond remembering their old lives and their bodies morphed and malformed beyond recognition. Kill me now and be done, you only keep me from the Gods, she said in a strained tone, shifting slightly as though to stand up, but the powerful hands on her arms kept her down on her knees.
Thread: Dark Conquest (Hamadryad & Greenrust)

Dagon smirked, meeting her amber eyes with his own. He was almost flattered then she thought he was the true power behind the screaming tower though he didn't bother to correct her, instead going along with her nativity. The longer they saw him as the true threat the more unprepared they would be for his master. I can raise them as dead woman too, perhaps i will do the same to you. I wonder how your tribe would feel to see you in dark armor riding down your own peoples women and children. He threatened, sinister threat evident in his voice. He seemed to take enjoyment of the idea to make her suffer in any way he could but even as he raised his hand as if about to kill her he reached down, grabbing her leather tribal bra and crushing the feathers as he yanked back and ripped it from her body with a loud tearing sound and forced her chest bear. But in truth you won't die, i don't plan for you to meet your gods for some time, i get other plans for you. He said, grinning under his helmet as he dark fate got revealed as he turned to his riders and spoke in harsh tones. Take the hunters as well, rape them as much as you want, a leader shouldn't suffer alone He said attacking her pride with her troops and bared breasts as he allowed them to get onto it.
Thread: Dark Conquest (Hamadryad & Greenrust)

The riders gleefully went about their orders, stripping and tearing what little clothing the lady-elves wore and beginning to take their turns at forcing themselves unto them. Footsteps sounded to Dagon's side, and soon his second in command stood beside him. The creature's name was Stryg , and was a foul being. He was a ghoul, a corpse resurrected long ago, retaining the prior life's mind but only maintaining the state the body was in resurrected. Stryg was said to be some long dead Elven general, from back in the days when Elves ruled the world instead of hiding in their grand towers or forests. Though now he was something else, a capable tactical mind inside a decrepit body that barely carried the strength of a common man. He was no great fighter, but he made himself useful with his smarts. And the Chieftess, sir, what shall the riders have at her too, or do you reserve her for yourself? Stryg asked in his croaky, rotted voice. Metzi maintained her look of contempt, an attempt to keep her pride even as her clothing was torn and thrown aside, her large breasts bare for all to see. The riders were thoroughly enjoying themselves already, thrusting deep and hard into their captives, often forcing their bodies into uncomfortable or painful positions to enable them to get at their ladyparts even more fiercely. After they had sewn their corrupted infertile seed, often on a bodypart of their choice, they would move aside for the next rider to have his turn. And on and on it went until Dagon gave any commands.
Thread: Dark Conquest (Hamadryad & Greenrust)

This is my first conquest. He said with amusement looking at his seconds rotting body. I believe i'll keep this one myself and breed her, to show the true meaning of our conquest. He said, hinting her in to her fate with a gleeful smile as he started to strip off his armor, his hands came up to his shoulder plate, snapping them off his shoulders as well as his heavy cloak as he reached for his helm and pulled it off his body to reveal his face. You can enjoy the others for now. He said as he charged her, pulling her to him, all but ripping out her hair as he pulled her to him. He was stripping off more of his armor even as he pulled his armor off but kept most of it on. The cold armor seemed to cut at her skin as he pulled her to him and she could see after some struggle with his armor his cock popped out, already hard as he had regarded the destruction around him and a massive 11 inches long, pulsing with need and even power as he pulled her to it and tried to force himself into her mouth.
Thread: Dark Conquest (Hamadryad & Greenrust)

Stryg nodded knowingly and went to stand at the edge of the clearing quietly, he never partook in the post fight pleasure. All around there was squealing, pained yelping and moaning as the riders endulged their throbbing cocks into their elven captives, roaring and laughing as they did so. The abuse was savage, one rider had an elf buried face first into the dirt as he slammed himself into her ass before tearing himself free from the gaping hole and splurting his thick corrupted seed down her back. Another had been to victim of two riders already, spunk seeping from her agape sex with some splattered over her large breasts, which bounced rhythmically to her third attackers thrusts. But the finest prize was for Dagon, and she yelped as the Incubus pulled her over by the hair. Her heart began to thump as she looked upon the huge throbbing cock before her. Though she was still a maiden, as all chieftesses had to be of the virgin warrioress caste to be eligible, she had still seen the cocks of males, whether it be around camp or amongst her hunters. But none had ever been that big. She tried to struggle against the rod pressing against her cheek, but soon with a tightening of his fingers in her hair it was forced against her lips, slamming through as she gasped for air. His throbbing cock slid into her warm wet mouth.
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Thread: Flames and Lies (Kaname Takashi & BloodandChocolate)

Adelaide was thankful to at least be done for the day, and only felt a little sorry for the state of Zhous sanity in the coming weeks. McBride and Vedenin could be ruthless, but she knew Zhou had a good head on his shoulders, even if she didnt always agree with him. She was usually one of the last to leave a meeting if only because she preferred walking out alone, but tonight it leaves her with the uncomfortable presence of McBride and Vedenins parting words. She couldnt decide if they were brave or just suicidal. The slight against Genesis aside, Vasillisa was a sensitive topic to bring up in Clarences presence. She peaks across the room to check on her friends. Zhou is shaking his head at the distaste, but Clarence doesnt move, as if preferring to pretend he hadnt heard it. At least until Genesis spoke, and then his gaze rose from his own gathering of his things before he smiled slightly. I know, Gensis. Ive never doubted that. Zhou took his leave and Adelaide had her own things gathered to go, thinking about just sliding out then and there, but Gensis seemed to be lingering for a reason, so she hesitated for a moment longer. She arches an eyebrow at the envelope that gets passed her way, but Genesis following explanation makes sense. Ill go, Adelaide decided easily. I trust your boy to have good drinks and good taste. He must be very excited about this. Zanes gallery had been running for a hot minute, and doing very well, but hed yet to have a personal show. Clarence was hesitating. The last decade had shown a strain on the mans relationship with his grandson, and he seemed to be thinking things over, twisting the envelope between his fingers. I suppose inviting me was an idea you had, and purposely chose not to run by him, Clarence stated. If I know my grandson. Which I do, no matter how much he loathes that. Clarence, Adelaide said poitedly. Dont be a bitter old man. He shot her a tight smile and tucked the invitation inside of his coat pocket. Im sure I can find the time to stop by, Genesis. Thank you for the consideration.
Thread: Flames and Lies (Kaname Takashi & BloodandChocolate)

Genesis smirked at Adelaide. Of course, if there are two things that Zane knows best its art and parties. So that wasnt entirely true. There were definitely some things that the young pureblood knew how to do much better than throw parties and paint, but it wasnt exactly kosher for Genesis to mention these things in public, let alone in the presence of Clarence Blackwell. The changeling picked up his briefcase and walked next to the other male in the room. Lifting one slender hand, he placed it on Clarences shoulder. I love Zanemore than anything and I want to make sure that he doesnt lose more in his short life than he already has. It was true, between an abusive father and a mother who killed herself in front of him Zane had a rough childhood to say the least. Just try Clarence, even when he closes himself off, push through. He clenched his hand, squeezing the younger vampires shoulder. I know what its like to be alone, to lose what little family you have. Its not pleasant and I certainly dont wish for Zane to go through thatyou either for that matter. With those words and a parting nod to Adelaide, Genesis left the room. His work day was over, but as he checked his watch he knew Zane would still be at the gallery. It was bound to be a stressful week for the younger man. Therefore it was up to Genesis to have certain things ready for when his lover came home. Typically, this scenario was reversed, but Genesis never minded taking care of his man. Two hours later the changeling had their dining room decked out. Soft candlelight and the rays of the moon lit the area nicely, two warm plates of pasta and a rather large bottle of blood infused wine neatly sat at the table, and finally jazz played quietly in the background from the old record player in the room. The windows were wide open, allowing the sea air to drift in. It was a nice romantic setting and Genesis had hopes that it would provide some comfort for Zane. Well, that and their sex life had been barren over the past two weeks with both men being busy in their respective professions. The changeling had slipped into something more comfortable than his suit from earlier. A dark blue sweater brought out the color in his eyes and kept his slightly chilled skin just a bit warmer and of course he had to wear the tightest jeans he owned to make his ass look amazing. His hair was on point too, it had that messy free look that looked effortless but actually took a bit of maneuvering to accomplish. It made a nice obvious contrast between his pale skin and his dark hair. Forgetting his earlier meeting the changeling held high hopes for the evening ahead. As his eyes wondered over to the clock he heard the locks on the front door click. 2 am, which was about the time that Zane had been getting home over the last week. Making his way to the doorway between the entryway and the dining room, he leaned against the frame. As Zanes head passed into the threshold, Genesis smiled. Welcome home, love. He greeted happily. I made dinner.
Thread: Flames and Lies (Kaname Takashi & BloodandChocolate)

Ten years had changed a lot, and Zane Kostantine wasnt excluded from that. Sure, physically, he still looked the same. Purebloods had the advantage of choosing a forever age, and Zane wouldnt let himself get too far away from Genesis, but mentally, emotionally, it showed. Ten years meant a decade between him and his fathers betrayal and ultimate death, meant a suspension from higher council work which he had never wanted in the first place, meant a lifetime with Genesis that was only just beginning, a beautiful home on the beach, and a gallery that hed been resistant to filling, but that meant the world to him now. Long weeks and late nights were a battle both of them had to face. Zane resented it sometimes, because together they had enough money to live for centuries without ever feeling the sting of unemployment, but they were both doing important things. Genesis seat on the High Council was a revolutionary movement, and while Zanes gallery wasnt nearly as great a thing as representing an entire ethnicity of vampires, it was important for him . And sometimes it was okay to do things just because he needed it. He doesnt think he needs to be getting home this late, though. It sucks and he just wants to sit down on the couch and bury his face in Genesis neck and forget the whole damn world exists for awhile. Work attire these days means a faded pair of jeans and a loose fitting henley. Half his clothes were covered in paint, but tonight Zane looked half decent because hed been handling more of the managing aspect of his job than the artistic side. Still, comfortable as he is, he cant wait to get inside and take his shoes off. Hes just gotten inside when he catches sight of Genesis, and despite being tired a smile breaks across his face. He can smell pasta and hear soft jazz music and his lover looks as amazing as always. Suddenly, he feels refreshed, like the long day was already behind him. He dropped his bag by the door, which he shut behind him, and then crossed the room to loop his arms around Genesis waist, hands creeping up his sweater to press to the soft skin of his back. Hi, he greeted, with a gentle kiss. A glance over the mans shoulder showed candles and wine and the atmosphere was the most relaxing hed been in in a hot minute. This looks amazing. Thanks for taking the time. Honestly, they both seemed to enjoy taking care of each other, so it wasnt even that he was all that surprised, it was just that...well, it was such a kind thing for Genesis to do after what was probably a long day for him too. Zane cups the changelings face in his hands and gives him a real kiss, soft and slow and unrushed to go anywhere with it, at least yet , before he pulls away and takes the mans hand to lead him into the dining room. How was work?
Thread: Flames and Lies (Kaname Takashi & BloodandChocolate)

The changeling shivered at the feel of Zanes warm fingers run along the skin on his back. There was nothing more that Genesis loved then being in his lovers arms. Their kiss was sweet and soft, nothing rushed or urgent. Your welcome. He replied following along behind the younger. Genesis popped the cork of the bottle as he heard Zanes question. You know how it goes, Im a vile changeling who does nothing but sleep with and corrupt the other council members who agree with me. His tone was casual, hand steady as he poured wine into each of their glasses. Apparently the latest rumor has me fucking your grandfather. Genesis slipped into his own seat and took a small slip from his drink. Honestly, they should know betterhes too old to be my type. The grin that spread across the changelings lips was teasing as his eyes caught his lovers. The older male wouldnt bring up the implications pertaining to Zanes mother though. It wasnt appropriate or needed and the changeling was hoping to have a nice night. He had something important to discuss with the younger anyway and Genesis had mixed feelings about the subject. Either Zane would remain calm or freak out, Genesis was hoping for the first but he had little hope. Taking a deep breath and another gulp of wine, the changeling gave Zane a small smile. How was your day? Things coming along for the party this weekend? He knew that things would be fine, after all Zane had one of the best and most capable assistants in vampiric society. Gregory was the behind the scenes man, keeping the books straight and paying bills. He had a keen mind and was wickedly calculating when it came to business.