Thread: Edana, Goddess of Passion (Xana and Durihan)

But I could put you in a pot, set you before my window. Brilliant no? Gareth asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, though the truth of the matter was she couldn't. She was right though, the very fact that she wouldn't be his made him obsess over her, the very fact that she... wait did she say love? The man looked at her with a bit of a smirk. What makes you think I love you little lotus? He asked, even more sarcasm in his voice as he kissed her. I haven't experienced love in centuries, what makes you so special? Again he kissed her, unable to keep himself from playing a little with the banter. Though what was really surprising was the feeling below his waist, a pressure against his cock. His member growing erect once more without the need for that initial bloody pick up. What better time for his body to answer that love question for him. But before she could comment he would turn her onto her back, I'm going to love you to death then! He added, assaulting her in the most passionate and loving way he could. No matter how coy or clever he tried to disguise himself as, the truth remained that he did love her. And he had a few more hours of nightfall to show it! Conquest, battle, war. Name it what you will the fight for king and country was ingrained in the Centos blood line. Spanning all the way to the founding of the kingdom a Centos always held clout in Felhine's army. Be it in the position of General, of Tactician, or even leading the front lines of the Vanguard the Centos bloodline is feared on the battlefield. None greater then the newest Centos to take the upper ranks of the King's Armies. Magnus Centos, Tactician and Vanguard leader, no one would be surprised to see him ascend to the rank of General. No one his age has ever come close to the amount of victories in both open warfare and sieges. His thirst for victory only matched by the hatred he shows for any that cross his blade. Orcs and Ogres from the north, heads chopped off and stuck up spears. Dwarves and Goblins from the south, chopped to pieces for the dogs. And even Elves and Nymphs coming from the east, scalped with their ears ripped off. He made sure that all enemies and those that might become an enemy feared the West, feared the race of man. Which made tonight a rather interesting event with the request of two elven priestesses. But what was there to fear? Such brutal acts were done in times of war, never within the capitol. That would be lunacy. This was a time for celebration after all! Centos had returned with one of the King's Armies, having vanquished a terrible demon within the Forest of None. It's carcass was dragged back for the people to see that no creature could withstand the might of Felhine. Even though it was dead the monster was quite hideous, a mass of black flesh with dead tentacles limp at it's sides. What looked to be a large crevice in the front of the demon looked more like a giant eye socket then anything else. One could only imagine what Centos did to the eye. But Felhine was safe again, if it had ever been in danger in the first place... So celebration was in order! Magnus treating the captains of the army to his manor for a feast and entertainment. His men laughed and stuffed themselves, wine and ale filling each and every mug and glass. Servants in a rush to keep Magnus happy by serving his guests. The man himself sitting confidently in his throne like chair at the head of his banquet table, watching the captains laugh and retell stories of the battle with the demon. His mind else where though, on what he had requested from the Temple of Edana. And as if on queue a servant came to him to inform of the Priestesses arrival. Inform the servants they can have the rest of the night off. Magnus stated as he started to get up, his servant bowing and thanking him before leaving, quick to carry out his master's orders and leave. It wouldn't take long at all till the manor was only comprised of the thirteen men and the two elven priestesses. Welcome! Magnus spoke loudly from the other end of the table to the two women that came in. We are celebrating our victory of war against the demons that plague this great land! He continued, chalice in hand of wine as he started to make his way around the table and towards the two elves. And there is none other that we would like to raise out victory too then Edana herself. As he said that a few of the men still seated smirked, others chuckled a little. All the men obviously undressing the elven women with their eyes, which of course was to be expected. Everyone was dressed in very expensive silk clothing. Long sleeved shirts, pants, even robes. All bearing the symbol of not Felhine but the crest of the Centos family. If anything it showed these men were loyal to Magnus, regardless of their own noblities or positions in the armies. My men fought valiantly, and I would see them blessed by Edana for risking their lives for the Kingdom of Felhine. Magnus added, stopping once he stood in front of the two women. Extending his chalice forward to offer it to both of them. Drink, inspire my men. Though Magnus made sure that his hand didn't touch their own when they took the chalice from him. The man quick to turn and make his way back to his chair. His captains however continued to eat, some turned their chairs towards the elven women, others got up to start and make their way around. Strip already! one would shout with a mouth full of pork. I got a feast for you right here elf. Another stated as he grabbed his crotch.