Thread: What the Desert Lord Wants (w/ Chaos)

This new woman's words was seemed kind, and her manner gentle. At least she answered her question. More or less. The exact locations of the only people in this godsforsaken desert who might truly be on her side still eluded her. But they were here and alive, for the time being anyway. Celei spoke of entertainment and intrigue but the gentle threat beneath it was not lost. She understood, quite well, the message the Desert Lord wanted her to hear their well being depends on you. He presented himself as being pleasant enough, but she suspected his patience had a limit. The Lord had proven himself to be as lustful and lecherous as the stories had told, he was likely as ruthless as well. Her groin was still moist from the molestation of his harem girls and she cringed at the thought of what else he might have in store for her. She was curious to be sure, but this was no place for a highborn princess. All her training and grooming and education hadn't prepared her for anything like this. There was no way she could agree to his terms, but how was she going to escape them? Most of my handmaidens were sent ahead of me in a separate litter, she said after a moment of musing. The only one with me was Mathilde. The princess chuckled a little darkly at the thought of her loyal servant. That girl was prudish even by their standards. Eliana had taken evil delight in scandalizing her from time to time. The faces she would make if she had seen what happened in the harem chambers! Perhaps it would be best if she kept some of those details to herself when she saw Mathilde again. The bath felt exquisite. Though nothing compared to the dust and grit of the desert, her own sweat and fluids had become sticky on her body and between her thighs. After the soak she felt refreshed again, if not a bit sore still. Stepping out of the tub, water droplets rolling down her supple skin, she felt her mind clearing. Thoughtfully, she selected a light, flowing dress that was soft and cool. It was sleeveless and had bright gold medallions around the low scooped neckline and long slits up the sides that revealed her slim legs when she walked. Still less clothing than she was used to, but certainly not as revealing as her previous outfit. As she dressed, a general strategy was taking shape. Eliana had never been great at subtlety or intrigue, but perhaps with some luck, she could survive this ordeal with at least a shred of her dignity in tact. Her machinations were interrupted, however, by the suggestion of food. Before she could speak, her stomach gurgled loudly and she blushed. Y-yes... she stammered, embarrassed. I am quite famished, actually. I can't remember when last I ate... ----- The dark skinned elf watched the princess retreat with half lidded eyes, a smirk playing on her face. She knew the princess would be shown the softer side of the Lord's palace and be pampered and fussed over and allowed to recover. Of course she would also discover some not so gentle truths about her imprisonment here as well. In her opinion, the Lord had gone about this the wrong way. He could be charming when he wanted to be. It was almost as if he had wanted to shock the girl. Then again, he was a rather straight-forward prince and lacked the frippery and double speak that was so common in nobility. A fact that she appreciated. Oh, my lord, my master, she sighed loudly as the doors closed firmly. May I speak freely? And without waiting for a response, continued, That one, is going to be a lot of trouble for you. A lot of trouble, indeed. Why do bring a storm into your house? She took a draw from her treasured hookah and collapsed onto the pile of cushions strewn on the floor. Stretching herself out lewdly on them she turned to look up him again, smirking a little. Are you so bored with us, now? she purred up at him and Clara still perched in his lap. A general murmur of a agreement came from a few other girls, as well as a few chuckles. Nisse, the elf now lounging before the lord, had always been one to brazenly speak her mind. She was now speaking for many of them. It was the King's prerogative to add women to his collection as he chose, but it did seem he had chosen strangely this time. I supposed you have always liked a challenge though... she concluded with a knowing smile.