Thread: Bound to the Warlord of the Stars (MasterOfWhispers and Pink Nightmare).

You should learn to relax a little bit more. Victor replied in amusement. He took a large swig of wine from his metal goblet before standing up. Walk with me. He commanded. The tone of his voice left no room for argument. The nobles at the table were looking curiously at their new king wondering what he was up to. By all means you can continue the celebration with out me. I'll be back in short order. I just have something to discuss with my wife here. While it was highly unusual for the New King to away from what amounts to a coronation ceremony, the means in which he came to power was unusual in itself. Traditions would be inevitably shattered. He stood up at that moment and beckoned Ayla to follow him. I must say you have done a splendid job in burying your hatred. Victor commented, as he traversed through the castle with the Elven maiden. It was clear sky that night, with the moon light shining over the castle. Its a fine quality to have, but holding that much anger can't be good for an Elf. Such hatred is what surely what led your counterparts in the Under ground to become twisted and corrupted. He was multi tasking at that moment, part of his mind receiving reports from androids stationed at that party. Listening in on plots against him and words about having somebody from outside the nation assassinate him. There were even talks of inviting Dark elves into the Kingdom to kill him. The fools still didn't realize that just because he wasn't at that part didn't mean he didn't have ears on the ground. After, listening in on some more conversations, he decided to have A.D.A continue the observation of Nobles and the King and focus on his new task Breaking Ayla. The True question was which path should he take to do it. So many scenarios played in his mind, all of them leading into one image The girl on her knees begging to be touched and tormented. By the time the pair reached the empty court yard he already had a devious little plan in mind. As they they fountain he continued the conversation. Its lovely outfit you have. Victor commented, over looking the elf girls rather risque clothing. Comparing it to the mainlands it was rather risque. The men certainly loved it. My eyes could tell that they would love nothing more then to have their way with you. He smiled at that moment. The same could said for me though. Although, I am in a difficult situation. You see, while it is my right to take you and ravage you, there still that display of defiance you had earlier. Such defiance requires that I punish you. So the question is how? At that moment with one swift motion he grabbed the Elven Girl from the behind in an embrace, never once letting her go and making sure she doesn't move. Do I beat you the way most Lords in the Main Land beat their small folk. Do I throw you in the dungeons and have you reflect on your deeds? My answer is much more different. My answer is... His one hand reached through dress. The fabric felt delicate and smooth to his touch. Through a motion his hand reached its true destination. He felt for her lower lips. Gently he stroked her slit and the bud that is he clit. He breathed hotly into her ear. Hatred is unbecoming of someone lovely as you. I'll be sure that by the end of this night you will quickly let it go. By the end of this night you will either submit or begin your path to submitting to me. And so he began to tease, letting her body heat up from his touch. Watching her reactions, and in turn reacting accordingly. When the time was right he began to insert a finger into her lower lips. You are mine, to do what I please. He whispered in to her ears. I can give you the greatest pleasure- His thumb rotated her clit adding an additional effect to her. Or I can grant you the most exquisite of pain. His other Hand moved, over to her right breast, and began to pinch and twist her nipple through the fabric. Always remember that. He whispered intensely. At that moment, he stepped away his eyes gazing upon hers. Are we clear?