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Thread: The Nymph's Journey (Mouse/Xanaphia)

Blaise made a gesture with his free hand and a full length mirror floated out of one corner to hover over the nymph, displaying to her, her every reaction to his touch. Youre not proving very communicative, Blaise complained. Well have to record this in the mirror and look over things later. Perhaps then youll be able to describe in detail exactly what it is you are feeling. His fingers found the cloth of her dress that had shifted from her breasts and ripped it free as well before trailing down her ribcage. He drew little circles with his fingers down her side, over her belly and between her legs, halting just before touching her swollen sex. What exactly is happening between your legs? Fingers caressed the insides of her thighs as he skirted between her legs so that her bare sex was completely exposed before him. He teased her sensitive flesh, never actually touching her womanhood but coming painfully close over and over again. Youre growing very wet down here, slave. Lets find out what happens when I use a less gentle touch. Blaise withdrew his hand, only to slap it back down directly upon her slightly open pussy with all the force his arm could muster. Flesh hit with a wet SLAP that sent stinging through his fingers and palms, coating his digits in her fluids. He wasted no time delivering a second slap and then a third, each as hard as the last. The abrupt application of pain seems to have an interesting effect on your physiology, he said and leaned over to blow on her pussy, as if soothing an injury that had been coated in a stinging healing balm. Her skin had turned crimson from the slaps and her nether lips were completely open to him now. Hed have to make a point to look back into the mirror later to see her face at the moment of impact. Lets see what happens when moreconstant means are put to use. His fingers snaked their way up her thighs, once again caressing her flesh gentle as feathers, at least by human standards, before coming to her clitoris. This time there was no hesitation before contact and he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Hard. And he continued to squeeze.
Thread: The Nymph's Journey (Mouse/Xanaphia)

She tried to catch her breathe when he finally released her nipples from his grasp. She was completely exposed to him now, the soft white skin growing red in such lovely places. She could see herself in his mirror, her body on display so lewdly. Her legs spread wide, almost painfully so, her nipples perking up from his extending attention to them. The gleam of her moist sex, as a trickle of fluid seeped out. I cant concentrate on speaking when you touch me so! She stammered against his disappointment. Not that he was encouraged by her word to cease or even slow down. His rough, thick fingers inched closer to the opening, and she clenched herself tightly in apprehension. He didnt enter her though, preferring to torment her more, crueler than before. His dense hand came with such force against her sensitive folds, she screamed out. But that did not deter him, as he struck her twice more, the thunderous smack as flesh connect with moist flesh. She writhed against her bindings, cutting into her flesh to keep her down firmly on the examination table. Despite the pain, tingling from her tender sex, there was some pleasure too. A further effect of the potion most likely, causing her to confuse the signals for pain and pleasure. This became more apparent when she felt him pinching her nub, the dreadful delight surging through her core. She twisted away from him, bucking frantically to get his to release his powerful grasp on her most receptive spot. Tears flooded her eyes as the feeling became too intense, the potent mixture or agony and arousal. Pleasepleasepleaseplepuh She cried out between moans and sobs, both aspects of his treatment coming through her voice. She was begging, but for what? Sea nymphs the world around would have been shocked there was a man alive who could spend this much time around the soaking wet virgin, and not be inside her yet. That there was such a man whose curiosity overpowered his lust. The wizard worked as though time were not an concern for him, and perhaps it wasnt. The nymph was young, having just entered her adult phase, and she would be as youthful and lovely for many, many years. Centuries easily. So much time to experiment on her, to trying all things imaginable by man on her. To subject to ever horror and delight the mind could conceive of. She was the perfect specimen for discovering the limits on humanoid sexuality and endurance. And she was at his mercy.
Thread: The Nymph's Journey (Mouse/Xanaphia)

He released her clit, pinching it twice in quick succession to keep it erect. Please what? I realize youre having difficulty concentrating but I would appreciate it if you could attempt to remain coherent. You seem to be experiencing remarkably high levels of arousal. I have to wonder if part of this is perhaps due to your species or if you yourself are simply a masochist. Blaise ran a finger through her swollen sex, gathering up the leaking fluids and bringing them to his mouth. Tangy and musky, like most women, but with perhaps a stronger salty aftertaste, which made sense given her affinity for the ocean. He continued to run that single finger up and down her nether lips, first on one side, then the other, as he traced an arcane symbol in the air with his other hand. A small glittering object floated through the air to his fingers and he brought it down to her clit. Hunched over her, Blaise reflection his what he was doing from Llyra in the mirror so that she could see that he was doing something, but not what. He looked over the item in question, sensing the small but potent magic contained within the diminutive gemstones and lined it up with her clit. Normally a piercing in this area would go around the nub or through the hood, but this one was special. Blaise flicked her clit several times again as he lined up the point, then thrust it through and clamped the thing shut. Blood trickled over his fingers and then stopped as the magic kicked in. The little barbell pierced her clitoris itself vertically, each end sticking out with a hair-fine chain of silver that ended in a glittering gemstone. I know it hurts, but do not fear. This gem here, Blaise said, lifting the top chain which ended in a glittering sapphire barely larger than a cluster of sand grains, contains potent regenerative magic. She could now be used as harshly as anyone wished and within hours would be back to her completely virginal status. Tightness would never be a problem for her, though she may complain about the frequent return of her hymen. Given how much she seemed to enjoy pain he doubted it would be much of an issue for her. He didnt bother to explain the purpose of the ruby glittering at the end of the other chain with the power of its arousal enchantment. There was no substitute for the right touch, but just about anything would help now. At least initially. The gems magic wasnt nearly so powerful as the sapphires, but it had its own appeal. Absently his hand drifted up to squeeze and toy with her breath. Tell me how you feel now. Does it still hurt? He flicked her nipple twice before slapping the pert orb, leaving a crimson handprint on her already flushed flesh.
Thread: The Nymph's Journey (Mouse/Xanaphia)

She whimpered once he finally released her, her entire body heaving in anguish and yearning. Its too much, please stop She begging, tears rolling down her rosy cheeks. He ignored her, however, preferring to feel the soft lips, pink with lust and opening before him. His movements were swift and measured, some motivation beyond feeling the flesh of the virgin girl. She watched as he cast his spell, her knowledge of magic was rather limited. She whined as he pinched her again, but let out a bloodcurdling shriek as he pierced her tender flesh. He had force it through the meat of her clit, hitting every nerve on the way through. She had bruises all over her body from the force of which she was fighting against the bindings. And she crying very loudly now. He was speaking to her but she was sobbing too much to notice or care. Is that what her purpose would be, to be subject to his every whim or desire? The pain was dying down faster than she expected, and as she was calming down, he spoke to her, explaining the powerful regenerative magic of the piercing. She nodded weakly, arching when he pulled on the gem in demonstration. She thought that sounded fine, like some healing magic that would make the pain go awaywait. Why would I need healing magic to make the pain go away? Are you going to be causing me pain or harming me? She questioned before he reached her breasts again. He ignored her concern, preferring to torment her breasts once again. Compared to what he had done to her clit, what he did now hardly affected her at all. She shook her head, sighing softly as his fingers teased the still perky nipples. It feels kinda good, if a little intense still. She was breathing pretty hard now, her body shaking from the heartless treatment she had already received from this man. She hated him, hating how he hurt her so much, and hating how he made her feel, her body burning up from the inside. Please, are we not finished yet? What more could you possibly want from me? she beseeched him, sobs and moans filling the air.
Thread: The Nymph's Journey (Mouse/Xanaphia)

I doubt very much that it will have any great effect on the pain, but by your own admission you seem to enjoy it mixed with your pleasure, Blaise said calmly as he viciously twisted her nipples and watched the effect it had on her slowly blossoming pussy. It was fascinating watching the lips slowly unfold like a flower, dripping with more and more desire as the nymphs body betrayed her. And harm is such a subjective term, he mused, slapping her breasts before dragging his fingers down her sides, over her hips to frame her pussy. With one hand he tugged at the little chains connected to her clitoral piercing. The magic of the jewelry would prevent it from ever simply being ripped out, though the sensitive flesh could still feel every sensation. The tugging started gently, then grew steadily stronger and stronger, adding tension until the nub would have been ripped apart were the piercing not enchanted. He jerked it this way and that, as if testing for a weakness, though he knew full well there was none. Much, much more little nymph. As he spoke, his free hand dropped lower between her legs, passing her pussy altogether until his fingers danced little light circles around her puckered asshole. Compared with the brutal treatment of her clit, Blaise finger pressed past Llyras sphincter with gentle care, pushing in until the second knuckle, then slowly withdrawing. In and out he pressed and pulled, yanking her clitoral chain in time with the penetration. I believe the merchant said your name was Llyra, the mage said, tone still conversational. It seems I should know it before I make you a woman. Tell me, do you have a preference on which of your holes I should claim first?
Thread: The Nymph's Journey (Mouse/Xanaphia)

There wasnt much she could do against him now, but beg that he stop, her body going crazy with pain and desire. He ignored her pleas, presumably enjoying the reaction he got from her body as he spitefully twisted her nipples. She could see they were nearly purple from the torment she had thus far been subjected to, but her new owner was not in any mood to stop now. She watched in the mirror and his hands moved down her body once more, finding their way to her sex once more. She shivered as he touched the piercing, taking it between his fingers. He began to pull on it, which felt quite enjoyable at first. She was moaning now, not bothering to hide her arousal, seeing no point in it. Perhaps if he knew which things were agreeable for her and which were dreadful, he would stick to tenderness. Sure he did not intend to cause her pain for pains sake, even if it produced the same stirrings from her body. Of course, that didnt last, as he was tugging on her clit with increasing force, threatening to rip it from her body. She howled at this, the pain was worse than any she had felt before. Once again she struggled against her bindings, her body bruising more and more now. The trusses would leave quite a mark on her otherwise flawless skin, leaving her sore for days. After some time she stopped, whimpering pathetically as the cruel wizard yanked at her sensitive nub. She felt tears rolling down her cheeks as his finger prodded the spot between the other two. It took some force to push past the snug entrance, and she let out a low groan as he breached her perimeter. His finger was spreading her lower hole so gently yet vehemently she wiggled away from the sensation. At least he was no longer trying to rip off her clit, just tugging it in time with his strokes. He had given her a choice of which orifice her was make use of first, but she still didnt understand what he meant. Wasnt he already claiming her ass, with his finger pushed in so? All the while, her pussy throbbed in jealousy, just aching for something to find its way in, the sopping wet slit begging to be stuffed in. My pussy, please she begged now, as the hole drooled in desire.
Thread: Rise of the Fayne- Moon/Mouse

The city of Luria had never faced an attack before. Isolated as it was with the only entrances high upon a cliff face overlooking the sea, who would dare? But legend of the city had spread over the centuries, and those with greedy hearts dwelled beneath the earth. The dwarves of clan AnvilBreaker had long ago turned to slavery to supplement their crafts and mining, along with mercenary work. Unbeknownst to the fayne of Luria, a raiding party had mined a tunnel slowly and quietly over the last week, working with dwarven diligence and efficiency until they broke into the deepest parts of the city. They struck fast, dressed in full plate to defend themselves from the valuable but lethal wings of their prey, wielding shackles, chains and wire woven nets. Screams issued forth from far inside the city, and the sounds only grew louder as more fayne rushed to help their fallen brethren, only to fall to prey to the more warlike dwarves. Several Fayne spilled onto the landing the young huntress had just alighted on, one crashing into her and slipping over the edge with a panicked shout. Crystalline wings spread before he could crash and he glided out over the sea to splash into the waves. More shouting could be heard from within as one of the female fayne, barely older than the huntress, grabbed her upper arms with fear-fuelled strength. Flee! Flee! Theyre coming! But familiar shouts sounded within, The Mother chief among them, though barely audible over the sounds of steel on steel echoing through the caverns. Another fayne fled the caverns, leaping over the water and gliding down towards the shore. No warriors were to be seen, but the few the peaceable fayne possessed would doubtless be in the thick of the fighting inside. A dwarven war horn sounded nearby, a victory note that decried all hope of the fayne warriors holding their own.
Thread: Rise of the Fayne- Moon/Mouse

the young Fayne was too stunned to move for a long moment as she took stock of people running and screaming. what was going on? was the tunnel collapsing? the Miner had warned that one of them was starting to weaken, had the one collapse caused more? it was the only thing her young mind could think of, as even the oldest Fayne there, had only ever known peace. not even stories where told of violence or war, it was simply a concept that they neither understood nor had ever come across before. sure there where minor fights between the people of the Fayne, but they where always settled peacefully. only featherless got into actual fights, children ten and younger who couldn't control themselves. the thought of being attacked... it was inconceivable. Assilla!? what's going on? what's coming!? the young Fayne demanded, but she got no answer other than another order to Flee. By Scylla... what is going on!? the girl whispered, feeling something very foreign... fear. she was... afraid. so afraid that she couldn't move. she couldn't so much as twitch as she stared into the mouth of the internal city, where massive creatures where subverting her people. where hitting, and laughing and HURTING. she could do nothing but watch as The Mother, her Eggbringer, fell. her twenty foot long Dragon like wings broken under the onslaught of a Dwarf. while not as pretty as crystal, the leather from the wings where very rare, and very much worth a pretty penny. Aisscyra! Run! her Eggbringer screamed, trying to fight off her attackers, fings sinking into filthy arms as the young Fayne begane to tremble, her eyes filling with tears as her Eggbringer was struck silent... dead. a full grown Fayne was rather worthless after all, as they could only breed while they still had Crystal Wings. so those with the Dragon's wings where killed, and their wings skinned. Aisscyra screamed as the knife started to push into the tough hide of her Eggbringer's wing, and instead of running, she raced forward, slamming her inch long retractable Talons into the face of the nearest Dwarf, screaming for her Eggbringer to stand up! to fight! Death was not a common concept to the Fayne. it happened rarely, and always of old age. to see someone so close to her die, such a painful and bloody death, Aisscyra was mad with Grief as she ripped and tore into any unprotected flesh she could find with feathers as sharp as glass, with Talons as dangerous as an eagles, with fangs as viscous as any cats... she was prime material for profit too, her wings where still small, she still had several hundred years before her Final Molt. she felt a burst of very rare pain, and darkness took her. slumping to the ground to land in her Eggbringer's lifeblood. she blinked stupidly, not yet unconscious, but not aware either. stunned and limp, she was easy to bind and control and be shoved wherever the Dwarves wanted to take her.
Thread: Rise of the Fayne- Moon/Mouse

Yurthers cruel laugher rang even louder than the screams of the occasional castrated male. Lizard-fuck heres a virgin! he called out. And already cumming on drake cock. The dwarves laughed and continued to watch Stone Claw plunder her depths. Yurther pulled a handkerchief out from the same pouch hed taken the pheromone bottle and scooted in behind the breeding pair to wipe it quickly over their union, collecting Asscyras virginal blood. He held it up high for the crowd to see with a shout of triumph before sliding it into his pouch. Virgin blood would sell for a high price to the right buyer. Stone Claw shoved his cock harder and harder into the fayne girl, attempting to force the entire horse-sized length into her with even more vigor after she came. The tip finally met the barrier of her cervix, ramming against the opening to her womb like a battering ram. At the same time, something heavy and fleshy pressed into Asscyras nether lips. Hes tryin to knot her! Yurther called out, eliciting cheers from the dwarves. But for the knot to have room to come inside, the cave drakes cock had to penetrate her cervix, and neither of her sexual entrances were built for this kind of invasion. None of which mattered to Stone Claw. He slammed his hips into her harder and harder, bruising her already battered sex as he forced his way inside, heedless of the damage.
Thread: Rise of the Fayne- Moon/Mouse

Aisscylla was completely unaware of a creature in the water, oh she knew they where there of course, deep going Fayne came back with all kinds of stories about sea monsters, but the Fayne tended to easily avoid them. they just weren't fast enough outside of the water to catch them. if they had been gliders, sure the sea monsters would have nabbed them effortlessly, but gliders couldn't get out that far into the sea. so she felt safe, after all Sea monsters never came close to shore, at least. that's what she thought. she slept peacefully, feeling safe in the trees where she had spent most of her childhood. the Fayne loved to be up high, even before they had their Gliding wings. the Featherlings were not allowed out where they could fall, so they spent most of their time in trees, where a fall would only mean a broken bone at worse, instead of death. she never noticed the creature digging in her bag, why should she? she'd never been in danger before, never been attacked before, never been tricked, trapped, pranked, or any other sort of thing... what should she fear what she had never experienced, save for at the hands of Dwarves? she stared at the little village in the morning, her poor little twat aching again. she took out her medicine and carefully coated her insides again, sighing as she happily felt the numbing sensations spread. with the pain taken care of, she continued to watch the tiny little village, wondering what to do. afraid of what these people might do to her. they couldn't take her wings, or her virginity, but they could take her freedom, or her other limbs easily enough... still, she needed help, and where else could she go? she was already well lost and confused. she gasped as she heard the voice and twisted to stare at the Snake, her eyes wide as she realized that yes, it WAS talking... and talking to her. telling her what she already knew, it wasn't safe, she wasn't safe, and nowhere else was safe either. she studied it intently, realizing that this was probobly a Trickster, a creature that would tell you a question and then attack you if you got it wrong... the problem was... the Fayne did not have a written language. they did not know numbers, or letters. they knew seasons, and they knew cycles, but they didn't know numbers much. so there was really no way that she could know the answer to that question, not that she knew that. the beginning of... end?... but the end of time and space?... are you... uhm,.... eternity? she asked curiously. somehow, she knew she had the wrong answer and she flung her arms up, hoping to protect herself. hundreds of miles away, her Wings flopped and twitched as they tried to protect her, as useless as she herself was. whatever this Snake creature was going to do to her, she could only hope it wouldn't eat her. she didn't want to die like that. ugh, short post is short. sorry.
Thread: Rise of the Fayne- Moon/Mouse

Its fine! Dont worry about it...mine's pretty short too As Aisscylla spoke with the snake, something strange began to happen. Heat blossomed between her legs, growing more and more intense the longer she stood there. Every other breath made her just a little bit wetter, until by the time she answered the riddle, he fluids leaked down her inner thigh in a light trickle of desire. She found herself clenching unconsciously, perhaps rubbing her thighs together. Worse, the numbness quickly wore off, leaving her still aching amidst the arousal. The snake shook its head as she gave her answer. Id hoped your people had become more learnedno, I am nothing ssso great as eternity and for that I curssse you. He breathed upon her, opening his mouth wider and wider until it was a gaping maw before her. Wind ruffled her clothing and setting her skin to tingling. As suddenly as it started, it stopped. The curssse will remain for one moon, lessss you find me again and anssswer my riddle. It almossst makesss me wish I could be there when it firssst blossomsss. But I suppose I can make do. A tail lowered from the branches overhead, far too large for the branch the serpent seemed to be resting on to support. It reached between Aisscyllas legs, lifting up her skirt to brush its length against her swollen sex. The tail was quickly soaked with her fluids and sent fiery waves of pleasure up into her lower belly, but even so the pleasure was accompanied by pain, the soreness from before grown even worse. Now the riddle becomesssdo you flee, or face my wrath.