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

For a long while, Eliana drifted in an ocean of slumber, lulled by the soothing tea. Soon she found herself blinking in warm light and she slowly sat up, looking around. Her new surroundings were lavishly decorated and much larger and more open than her previous quarters. There were golden lamps, ornately carved furniture, and colorful silken cushions piled around the abode. The sweet smell of perfumes and incense hung in the air and she thought she could hear the tinkle of water from a fountain. Eliana had been accustomed to finery in her own castle, but the items in this room must have cost a small fortune. She gaped in awe. None of the contents of the room could compare to the magnificence of the occupants, however. At least a dozen of the most gorgeous women Eliana had ever seen were lounging about the room. The clothes, or lack thereof, shocked the princess. Many exposed their breasts and entire body's freely, their garments serving more to entice than conceal. Her face reddened but she couldn't help but admire the beautiful figures draped in jewelry and gauzy fabrics. One pair in particular caught and held her attention. Two women, wearing nothing at all, were sprawled lewdly on a sofa, their bodies tangled together. From her seat, she could hear the soft sounds of flesh against flesh punctuated by cries of passion. One of them, an elf, seemed to be on the verge of losing her mind. Every slightest caress, every exploration of her cat girl partner elicited wild and desperate noises from the elf. Her cries continued to build to a crescendo and made Eliana feel increasingly uncomfortable and yet curiously excited. She should not be seeing this! It was obscene! And yet she found she could not look away. S-so indecent! she remarked at the display. She heard a chuckle and turned to see a caramel skinned elf smirking at her. She was covered in tattoos and holding a hookah pipe delicately in one hand. Her long black hair flowed all around her and draped across her bare breasts. She winked at Eliana and took a short draw from the pipe. You should speak for yourself, sweet, she said and blew out a ring of vapor. Poor thing. Doesn't have a clue. It was then that she noticed her own clothing. By the gods, she was practically naked! With a gasp she clutched the fine violet fabric to herself and attempted to cover her nudity. It was an exercise in futility, however, and she had to simply content herself with sitting with her arms crossed over her blushing breasts and her thighs clenched tightly together to conceal her underthings. Where are my clothes? she demanded, looking around the room. Instead of an answer she found herself confronted by two imposing females. They were as beautiful as the other women, but there was a ferocity in their eyes that made Eliana want to cringe away. They seemed...dangerous. But Eliana steeled herself. She was a princess and she could not allow herself to be intimidated by barbarians. Just as she was about to confront the woman with tiger stripes and the purple clad neko, she heard a voice from across the room. You... she said, rising swiftly from her pillow to stand and face her captor. At the mention of her servants, Eliana felt great shame. Since waking, she had not wasted a single thought on them. Her loyal guards and humble handmaid should have been her first concern. It was a great relief to know they were alive and well, especially since left to her own they would have surely been doomed. As she thought on this, she eyed the king thoughtfully. He was everything the stories had said and then some. Perhaps he was not as beautiful as elves were spoken to be, but there was a certain radiance about him that enraptured the viewer. His exposed body was lean, sculpted from many battles and the princess found herself gazing at its smooth, hard lines causing her to blush. Men tended to dress modestly in her home country. It had been seldom she saw a man shirtless. Eliana gulped and glared at him carefully. What had she expected? Perhaps a snarling, drooling tyrant with a bloody sword in his hand? Instead looked upon a gentle, smiling face. She reminded herself not to be fooled by appearances and listened quietly as he spoke. I will consider your apology when I am free of this place. she said with an indignant sniff. And perhaps when I have been provided with some decent clothi- Eliana found herself rudely interrupted. She glared as the two women protested her presence. Frankly, Eliana agreed with them and had no desire to be here, but the way they spoke of her and looked at her made her blood boil. They seemed to think her an incompetent imbecile and she longed to prove them wrong. Their outbursts were silenced before she could reply and she turned her attention back to the king. Serve? she repeated as his words sank in. Her mind buzzed. What was he offering her? Safety? Riches? She had all that she needed. Her country wasn't the largest or the most powerful and it had encountered more than a few disasters recently, but she was far from destitute. If he had meant to court her, there were PROPER channels. That didn't seem to be his goal. What was he offering her? A sanctuary in exchange for her to become one of his...one of his... WHO do you think you are speaking to? she said, anger finally overtaking her fear. Her voice was panicky and shrill and she shook as she spoke, clinging to her flimsy garments. I am the daughter of a KING. The Princess of the Grey Mountains. How dare you sit there after KIDNAPPING me and insult me with your petty offer!