Thread: To Kill a Nightingale (DeRe & Malicious Lullaby)

A profound silence hung over proceedings as Delilah undressed. Even the cracking flame seen subdued, with all intensity and energy seemingly concentrated solely on her. Somewhere distant cries and shouts were still ringing out, but they were no more relevant or heeded than errant birdcalls. The adrenaline that had fueled Devlan and his men was by now spent, stilled by the impeccable beauty of the princess and the poise with which she revealed it. Despite their uncouth and certainly carnal inclinations, there was something about being in the presence of a beautiful young noblewoman that momentarily restrained their energies. Devlan arched an eyebrow in surprise at the Princess' decorous submission. Certainly she was of finer mettle than most, and regardless of any sentiment he had about her bloodline he could not deny her courage. This did not elicit any particular respect from him, however more of a detached amusement at her petulant display. Even when forced to disrobe in front of a dozen men, she still insisted on maintaining control. He wondered what it would take to crack this stalwart exterior, and expose the real woman within. Turning to his lieutenants with a wry grin, Devlan jerked his chiseled chin off to the side, gesturing that Lavinia was all theirs. Take her away lads, you've more than earned it. With a delirious whoop the sooty and sweaty rebels dragged the struggling handmaiden off, tearing her gown to pieces like a horde of pecking crows. They disappeared into a pile of shattered pillars that was once the mighty entrance hall of the Palace fractured faces blown from the mosaics that had lined the walls watched on with dead-eyed dullness. Very quickly Lavinia's horrified shrieks and the rebel's delighted whoops gave ample evidence as to what was proceeding out of eyeshot. Devlan's stare narrowed as his arrogant smile broadened. It was now only him and his lieutenant standing there with Delilah, the trio silent among the carnage and cries. Wordlessly the two men took the princess by her arms, languorously relishing every angle of her naked body as they manhandled her. Deaf to her entreaties and protests, they pulled the thrashing girl across to what remained of the ancient stone throne, now lying cracked in two on its side. The greying remains of the King seemed to watch on from nearby, his lifeless eyes reflecting the scene like glass globes. The lieutenant bent Delilah over the broken slab of black marble, white veins and gold flecks running through the midnight stone. He held her wrists firmly in a steel grip, while Devlan approached her from behind. Removing his leather glove the rebel lord ran a callused and leathern hand across the immaculately smooth ivory mound of Delilahs backside, then landed a firm hard slap with a wicked laugh. Swiftly an angry red impression appeared on the milky flesh. Kicking aside her ankles he sighed as her legs splayed out and the soft pink fold that lay between them was revealed. He tenderly stroked the vivid blossom, admiring it like a dewy rose freshly bloomed in the morning. Well then, he cooed in a mock-amorous tone, whats say he take a slice of this delicious peach?