Thread: Turmoil of Hopes ( Nighthaven x Sweetemmi )

Long ago, Jarita forgot where she came from. She had been on this earth for centuries, fighting the dark, destructive daimon. She was a notorious, fierce warrior had taken down legions by her own sword. But it had only taken one small error for her to fall. One careless step to be entrapped, her body dissolving and her essence captured, forced into a tiny sapphire no larger than a womans small fingernail. For centuries, Jarita had remained trapped inside the ancient stone. For the first couple hundred years she had battered her essence against the ungiving magical spells, her mind screaming for release. She craved action, craved talking to someone, craved anything at all except this gray mist existence. She soon lapsed into a semi-coma state. Dimly aware of the world changing around her, dimly aware of the stone changing hands. But there was never release. Until now. At first, there was no change in the gem or the necklace it was in. A full two minutes ticked by as the magical charm peeled back layers of entrapping magic. Only then did a faint wisp of smoke trickle up from the gem, the smoke quickly growing thicker, curling up a little over five feet before it began turning down into itself. Normal smoke grows darker as it coagulates. This smoke never did, retaining a light gray, almost pearlish essence as it doubled into itself, coiled around itself. Twisting and writhing as if it were in pain. The smoke began to take form. First small feet, then legs outlined in the mist. Long supple legs that rose up into gently curved hips, the smoke gently curling between them outlining the plump pussylips of a female. The smoke narrowed and flattened into a belly, then flared again outlining a pair of delectable breasts riding high on a chest, curved upwards in defiance of gravity. Even the nipples were outlined in the mist as it continued to rise. Narrowing to a slender neck, then blooming out to a narrow, elfin-like face with a wide mouth, upturned eyes, high cheekbones. Then the smoke wisped out into tendrils evocative of hair. Thick lusciously curled hair that dripped over the shoulders, curling around the face. The mist figure moved. Shifted. Curled in on itself as in agony. The mouth opened in a silent scream. The smoke seemed to settle in on itself, becoming more solid even as it writhed in apparent torment. Flesh began to appear through the smoke. Creamy dusk, soft flesh as soft as a newborn baby. The hair turned darker, darker to a chestnut brown, streaked with hints of flashing gold. The eyes opened, flaring in agony, revealed to be the same color as the pearlescent smoke. And then there was no more smoke. Only a naked girl on her hands and knees looking up at him, stricken and terrified. She recognized the bond instantly and her eyes flashed with inestimable sadness as she realized she was not truly free, then went white-hot with rage. She climbed slowly to her feet, tottering like a newborn colt before finding her balance. Chin lifting proudly. As proudly as those pretty cherry-pink nipples that clung to the tips of her juicy tits, nipples that seemed to call out for attention and caresses and hot wet mouths suckling on them, teeth nibbling. Release me. Her voice held a note of command, even though it was scratchy and raw, as if from lack of use. Her voice may have been croaking and her tone commanding, but the luscious mouth those words fell from was anything but commanding. Instead itt was promising, red lips that all but begged for a fat cock to be slid between them. If she felt naked and vulnerable, there was no sign of it. Her demeanor was every inch that of a confident, commanding warrioress even if her body looked like it was made for nothing but getting fucked. Her legs were spread a notch, braced as if for battle. But the pose was ruined by the inviting curve of her cunt, the bare creamy flesh of her mons teasingly disappearing between the shadow of her thighs.