Thread: Underdark Dealings (Esyel & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Elari Venoch'Xuileb'Brou Alaunvyll inwardly chuckled. She had assumed he realized her earlier movements. Simultaneously, she had nearly made the mistake of thinking he wouldn't try to take advantage of that, let alone her. A confident smirk crossed her lips as the Matron watched him, knowing perfectly well he was furious not just because of the Psionic attack but being denied her body. She merely nodded and confirmed that he had been correct - sadly enough - about one major portion of his retort. Indeed, we both do have many things we each need to do. Now that she could move without any real worry or fear of unwanted attention, she took the whip and put it back down. Now more than ever, Alaunvyll was relieved that Ktonos wasn't actually a vampire. His senses may be as good as one but in terms of race, he was definitely not that. Otherwise, he would have easily heard her heart wildly beating within her chest. Once the weapons master left, she placed yet another charm upon her door, forbidding anyone from hearing her before finally closing it. He had made one very nice choice indeed. Her eyes gazed upon the tentacle rod. Poor bastard likely wouldn't know how to use it to its full potential, she murmured before lying down in the bed with it. No sooner than the activation word passed her lips did the tentacles come to life. Some acted slowly, trailing up along her body while others went right for certain locations. In a matter of seconds, two tentacles easily went into the Matron's willing cunt, making her toss her head back and let out a soft but very content sigh as her magically enhanced item began to ravage her. The expression she had last seen in Ktonos' eyes hinted one thing to the Matron he wasn't going to just forget about his desires. No. Some unfortunate woman was likely about to become his victim. She almost pitied whomever that may end up being. Thankfully, Nerisei was usually able to reside in the Venoch'Xuileb'Brou without being pestered most of the time. There had been some times before where she hadn't been so lucky. One encounter from her original captor had ensured her innocence was stripped away, leaving her to become an easy target for any other man. But that had been so long ago, she'd nearly forgotten about it. Nerisei had been tending to the halls, seeing if anything needed to be done when a set of desperate and angry footsteps echoed through them. Her bright blue eyes couldn't help but narrow as Ktonos came into view. I didn't do anything! Her instincts took over as opposed to logic. She probably should have inquired what was wrong or why he looked so infuriated. But at the same time, he didn't look like he was in any mood to explain himself. A small whimper passed her lips before her back gently bumped against a nearby wall. Whatever ... whatever happened ... don't kill me. Please. Ktonos definitely had a very well known reputation throughout the house. Even the slaves - something she now was forced to be - knew of his violent temper. It was one of the main reasons that the members of the house were steadily but surely dwindling. Needless to say, she did not want to be added to that list. Not if it could be helped.