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Thread: A fallen prince and his princess (Candira and Rage)

Her life was in immediate danger as soon as she stepped into the room. As she stepped into the soothing warm waters of the bath, the slightly cracked door of the closet to the room opened even more... sickening red eyes watched her, it's silent breathing coming in faster and harder from anticipation. The creature knew better than to just charge in... if it immediately took its chance, there was a risk that it could be interrupted. The beast was acting purely on instinct, yet the strange scented candles and the alluring smell of the bath slowly began to confuse it greatly. The mixing aroma's in the room fought its senses, causing the hidden monster to have wrong reactions at the wrong times. The creature itself was a monster of murder and death, yet even it couldn't avoid its pure beast instinct. It slowly opened the door quietly behind the bathing princess, its dark form coming into light as it stepped silently onto the tiled bath floor. The physical appearance of the creature was reminiscent of a dark plant, but there was an obvious animal trait to it. It dragged itself over towards her, its claws digging into the ground as it heaved. Dozens of tendrils sprouted like tails from its back, waving silently through the air and thrashing as if each tentacle had a mind of its own. The body of the beast was scaled, massive jaws like a wolf holding rows of sharp teeth. It's eyes were a blazing red, the majority of its body a complete black. The creature's breathing was beginning to grow much more audible, and its huffs of air were becoming visible even in the steaming room. Its senses were confused, its body ever-changing... strong tugs of arousal coursed throughout its body, its tendrils whipping through the air aimlessly as they tried to focus on their main objective. But the creature could no longer hold back its urges... and for now, its task had been obliterated from its mind. Its black tentacles fired out, wrapping around the princess's arms as it lifted her suddenly out of the steaming bath, its skin feeling cool against her warmed body. More tendrils reached forth, wrapping around her torso and soft thighs like ropes. Drool slowly began to drip from its massive mouth, the creature's eyes unfocused as it tried to gaze at the woman it held within its grip.
Thread: A fallen prince and his princess (Candira and Rage)

After she had cleaned her face and most of her upper body, she began to hear something odd. It almost sounded like breathing--but no one was in the room. If someone had been, the ladies in waiting would have noticed. Perhaps it was the wind? But how odd for it to sound like uneven breathing. She began to tense up, fear building inside her. What if someone had managed to sneak in and hide? Could someone be watching her right now? She started to look around as the sound grew louder, but she failed to see the monster in time to save herself. A rather loud scream left her throat as the monster's tentacles wrapped themselves around her arms, dragging her out of the bath water. She shivered as the cold things wrapped around her waist and thighs. She struggled, absolutely frightened as she stared at the now drooling creature that was all too visible in the light. W-what the hell is that?! she screamed again, struggling in vain against the monster's tentacles as she tried to free herself.
Thread: A fallen prince and his princess (Candira and Rage)

The creature held her struggling body with his massive tentacles high in the air, its smooth tendrils flowing over her soft body. The tendrils that constricted her would tighten and loosen at random occasions, almost beating like a pulse. Its breathing was heavy, its large body crouching and digging its sharp claws into the tile bathroom floor. Its tentacles thrashed around in the air, and most of them smoothed over her warm skin as though it was feeling for something. When she screamed, a bit of common sense fluttered into its mind but it was quickly gone. It reached out one of its cold tendrils and brought it over to her soft lips. It parted them eagerly, sliding itself slowly into her mouth in order for her to be quiet.... and perhaps for other reasons. A single tendril flicked over her soft breasts, teasing her sensitive flesh. A thinner tentacle reached forward, wrapping itself around her throat to constrict her even more. The tentacles continued to pulse and flick, the creature growling as more drool leaked from its mouth. The tentacles holding her legs slowly attempted to part them, a few of its tendrils reaching up and gliding over her skin as it appeared to desperately searched for something...
Thread: A fallen prince and his princess (Candira and Rage)

Rosa tried to keep her mouth closed when she realized what was happening, but it forced her lips open and slid in so that it was already in her throat. Even if she bit down, she doubted it would help at this point. Her screams, however, were considerably less effective when muffled quite so much. She shivered and continued to try and struggle against the monster as it held her high in the air, the cool tendrils running over every inch of her warm, moist body. Her heart raced as they came lower and lower, realizing the only reason she probably wasn't dead now was because the creature wanted something else entirely from her. Her screams died in her throat as one of the tendrils wrapped around it. She groaned, wishing she could stop the creature from violating her as it played with her nipple. The sensitive pink bud began to harden and perk up thanks to the stimulation and the cold touch of the tentacle. She could see that her body was appeasing its normally violent persona, but it was of little comfort to her, as this fate wasn't much better. Her eyes widened as it started to part her thighs. She struggled against them, using all of her strength, but it was no use. The creature was much to strong for her and soon, more tendrils were sliding over her skin, searching for...well, she tried not to think of that.
Thread: A fallen prince and his princess (Candira and Rage)

The monster raised her higher into the air, her legs completely parted as its tendrils licked, smoothed, and flicked nearly across her entire body. The tentacle in her mouth twitched and starting to move in and out, the tendril on her nipples continuing their horrific teasing. They were like tons of miniature fingers lingering over her body, teasing her and rubbing up against her. It nearly seemed as if it wouldn't end. The monster finally lifted a single thick tendril and waved it through the air as it closed in on her body. It slid lightly down her chest and painfully slowly over her belly, pulling away slightly before coming to pause directly at where it was most feared. It twitched and pulsed once again before pulling back, the creature ready to penetrate her with its cold tendril. The monster snapped it forward, ready to violate her completely. But the tendril never reached it. The tentacle suddenly flopped onto the ground, writhing around like a worm as red liquid oozed from a clean cut. The monster bellowed in pain, its tentacle leaving the confines of Rosa's mouth. All of its tendrils suddenly loosened, and without warning they suddenly dropped her from high up in the air, aiming her down towards the hard tile floor. Before she hit the ground, however, something strong and wrapped around her soft waist, catching her before she made painful contact. The figure stood above her, its arm still around her as it gazed over her naked form. The figure, obviously a man, wore a cloth over his mouth and nose for an odd reason, as though he was trying to hide his identity. The hair atop his head was short and a dark blonde, his eyes an icy blue. Strangely, they gave out a sense of familiarity... He wore a long black coat over his shoulders, a shirt that appeared to be chainmail lay underneath it. His pants were black, and his boots were armored yet seemed to be impossibly light. His dark demeanor and choice of clothing suggested that perhaps he had snuck into the castle. Sorry I'm late, He said through his cloth mask, his icy eyes moving up to glare at the wounded creature in the bath, This'll only take a second... so hold on tight, okay?
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Horrified, Rosa felt the tentacles move all over her body, teasing her. Though she was thoroughly disgusted, her body began to react out of defense for what it instinctively knew was coming. That terrified her even more. She shuddered as the largest tentacle took a journey over her body, the rest of them keeping her in place. Tears began to form in her eyes as it found her sex. And she shut her eyes tight as it pulled away. She knew it was happening, but she wanted so badly for it to stop. Then, as if her prayers had been answered, she heard the monster cry out in pain and all of the tentacles left her body quickly. She gasped for hair, hardly able to scream as she headed for the ground. Rosa tried to hurry and brace herself for the impact she was sure to feel on the cold floor, but it appeared that she wouldn't need to. Someone had caught her. Her eyes shot open as she coughed from the stress on her throat. When she calmed down a bit, she looked up at him, trembling and weak. He was strong, warm, and mysterious. She got the distinct impression that they'd met before, but judging by his apparel, he was someone of...unique morals. A thief? But why would a thief help her? Had she been calmer and less dazed, perhaps less weakened, she might have noticed that he was handsome...and that he was obviously spending too much time staring at her body. However, as it was, she could only give him so much attention at once. She was more afraid of the monster and its tentacles. He spoke as though he'd intended to come all along--that she should have expected him to save her. But how could he have known? How could she? Still, who was she to argue with her savior. She carefully stood on her own, shaking legs and put her arms around his neck to hold onto him. O-okay, she said softly, her voice still not quite working properly after her ordeal.
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He kept his arm around her waist strong and tight, his full attention now on the monster. The strange creature let out a powerful bellow, the room beginning to shake from its audible scream. It's tentacles reached back, snapping angrily at the two humans. The man kept a tight grip on her as he quickly dodged to the side, the tentacles smashing into the wall and giving it a noticeable crater. The man brandished a sword, its hilt decorated and very regal looking. The blade had imprints of runes, and it was obviously a sword that a normal thief or warrior wouldn't have. The man spun it around in his hand as he charged straight for the creature, holding it above his head. The creature leaped high up into the air, its tentacles waving before swinging down hard and fast. The man grunted, leaping to the side as fast as he could. The tentacles broke through the floor where they had been running not that long ago. The man still had a strong grip on the princess, and it was a surprise that he was able to move like he could while holding her. He charged once again, aiming his sword for the creature's face. It growled, its tentacles swarming around them to engulf them. He spun his sword quickly in his hand, hacking away at the tendrils that snapped over at them. After a few slashes, many of the tendrils were severed and left writhing and twitching on the ground. The monster growled before pulling back, avoiding a powerful swing of the sword by the man. Bleeding, angry, and weak, the creature quickly charged towards a window, slamming its body through the glass and disappearing straight into the night. Damn, The man huffed, letting the princess down, The bastard got away...
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Rosa had never been part of any battle before--let alone one for her life. Not having any power, however, was more terrifying than she imagined holding a sword and actually fighting would be. But the man who held her seemed strong and skilled. Somehow, she felt she could trust him. At the very least, he seemed to want to protect her. When this battle was over, she could worry about why he was really there. She held onto him, watching as he battled the strange beast, trying to move with him so she wouldn't be more of a hindrance than she already was. Still weak from the prior attack on her body, though, she may as well have been dead weight. Still, he moved remarkably well, even with her. Every time the tendrils drew near, she flinched, turning away to bury her face into his shoulder. Finally, after what seemed like forever and no time at all, the monster crashed through her bath's window, falling to the world below. It probably wouldn't have trouble getting away, however, unless the guards saw it first. Still trembling, but mostly from adrenaline rather than fear, Rosa finally let go of him as the man let her down. Realizing that she was still naked, the princess covered herself with her arms and hands the best she could. She sank to her knees and just sat there for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. It was then that she noticed the sword he held. It was familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. She got the feeling that the man before her was quite a different kind of thief indeed. If he was one at all. Once her thoughts settled a bit she looked up at him, her hair slipping around her shoulders to cover her a bit more. Thank you, she said, her voice still a bit on the raspy side. May I ask who you are? Or perhaps just a name. It was best, she thought, to know who it was who'd saved her. Perhaps then she would figure out why he'd done so, and why he was here now. I'd like to know my savior, she said with a weak smile.
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The took a quick look around before grabbing one of the curtains from the window. He yanked it off without a care and draped it over her shoulders, making sure it covered her entire body before being satisfied. Me? Your savior? He smirked underneath his mask, sheathing his decorated sword onto a scabbard on his hip, Nah, I'm not your savior, princess. I'm actually your kidnapper. He said it so positively, looking proud as he towered over her. He gave it a few more seconds to really soak in and then he suddenly grabbed her, hoisting her up into his arms bridal style. Without another word he left through the doors that he kicked down, running out into the hallway. Hmmm... He looked around, No guards, like before... don't you find it odd that no one else came to you rescue while you were screaming? he suddenly darted over the floor, his feet padding softly and silently over the royal corridor. Through the winding and confusing hallways and over zigzagged stairs, he navigated his way perfectly through it. It took servants and guards weeks to know the right directions, but he knew the exact way out. It was like he had been there. They finally ran into some guards on the 1st floor, the men in the shining armor shocked at seeing the princess being held by some sort of... well, vagrant. There must have been dozens between the kidnapper and the princess and the huge doors out... and they were closing fast. Okay, Rosa, The kidnapper heaved, Hold on tight... don't want us running into any spears now, would we? He smiled underneath his mask.
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Thankful for the cover the curtain gave her, she wrapped it around herself securely and snugly. She found the gesture oddly endearing and somehow comforting. He hadn't wanted her to be harmed, and he was protecting what little modesty she had left. It became clear that he wasn't here to hurt her. So then what did he want and who was he? His next words took a moment to sink in. Her eyes widened as he said them and she desperately tried to wrap her head around that. Before she could do anything in the way of resisting or calling for help, however, she was in his arms again--this time so that her legs were harmless. She was so surprised, that she didn't say anything until they were in the hallway. Why? Why are you doing this? she asked, genuinely confused. And who are you? He seemed so familiar, not to mention that he seemed to know his way around the castle. She had so many questions. Really, she should have been fighting back, but she was well aware of how powerless she was to stop him in her current condition. Oddly, she wasn't really afraid. He was carrying her like she was something precious--she wasn't just thrown over his back like a sack. He was being careful with her, protecting her. It was hard to be frightened when you were being treated so well. Frowning, Rosa looked up at him again. He made a good point about there being no guards. Why weren't they at their posts? They certainly had been when she'd gone in for the night. Someone should have heard her cries for help while she could still make them. Worried now, she got the feeling that something awful was going to happen. Before she knew it, they were on the first floor near the exit to the castle. And so there the guards were. When the kidnapper told her to hold on, she felt her body automatically respond. Her arms went around him and she wondered just who the hell he was. Who was he to make her feel safer with him than in her own home? Who was he to know how to get around here? And who was he to know she was in danger when no one else appeared to be aware?
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Rosa honestly didn't know what to think anymore. Her instincts told her that the man who was currently holding her was to be trusted. He seemed to know the castle very well, and only someone who'd grown up here could know them as well as he did. The grounds were expansive, and the castle itself was almost maze-like. Somehow, he seemed to know it as well as she did. Nothing was adding up. Why did she feel like he was rescuing her again? She squeaked a little as he took off, rushing right into danger. While she knew none of the guards would want to hurt her--there was the distinct possibility that someone would be hurt. As it turned out, those people were guards. She felt a pang of pity for those who were injured by the dark man in their mad dash for the exit. Holding the curtain to her with one hand, she kept her other arm around him, not really sure why she was just accepting it all. The man had impressive skills--strength, speed, stamina. He was even a little elegant. Just as the doors were closing they managed to squeeze their way through and she had to snatch the fabric away from the door before it closed. With a painful thud, they both landed--though she was protected a bit more than he from the fall. She blushed softly as she realized she'd probably crushed him, and then managed to pull away a bit, careful not to hurt him more. Her violet eyes stared at him as he helped her up. I... Should she apologize given the circumstances? It wasn't as though she'd wanted to be dragged out of her bath, nearly raped or killed, and kidnapped all in one night. But he was being so good-natured about the whole damn thing! What the hell was going on?! Before her annoyance and frustration could bubble to the surface, the castle alarms were going off. She accepted his help and then got to her feet, only to be swept off of them again and carried away to the courtyard. When she realized where he was going, her eyes widened in alarm. Are you crazy?! No one's ever made it through! But rather than wait for punishment to find her she took his advice, closing her eyes and covering her ears as he prepared to do the impossible--or get the both of them caught.
Thread: A fallen prince and his princess (Candira and Rage)

The kidnapper grinned, before looking up into the sky, NOW! He yelled out before suddenly crouching to the ground, covering Rosa's body with his suddenly. The guards froze, suddenly growing stiff at his sudden command. Silence filled the courtyard as the guards stood like statues, not quite sure what was going to happen next. A few moments passed... and nothing happened. I said... NOW! he shouted back at the sky. A few moments passed... and still nothing happened. Sonava... He growled, I SAID N---! Suddenly, a loud violent bang echoed through the courtyard, causing powerful tremors and quakes throughout the ground below their feet. The explosion knocked many of the guards onto their bottoms, large stones and heavy objects being thrown around the air. The archers standing on top of the walls were thrown by the explosion, landing roughly onto the grassy earth groaning in pain. A few rocks and bits of debris landed on the kidnapper, but it wasn't anything too big or painful. Grumbling, he stood up with Rosa still in his arms and looked back at the wall. The mighty stone castle wall now had a great sizable hole, the stone surrounding the explosion site now blackened. The kidnapper quickly stepped over some debris and a few grumbling unconscious guards before leaving the castle courtyard and entering the outside world. The part of the village that surrounded the castle was the nobility district. The buildings were sparkling with architecture, the streets paved with wondrous brick. The people were dressed in expensive silk clothing, each of them holding a glow given to them by their wealth. The kidnapper's accomplices were nowhere to be found, and he was a bit angry at that. Stupid, He mumbled, I'm going to kick their asses for making me nervous like that... he immediately took off, the shock from the explosion still keeping the guards disorganized and unfit. He sprinted through the streets, making his way straight out of the district and avoiding any patrolling guards on the way. He soon finally began to show signs of fatigue... his breaths were coming in heavy, his running slowing down. After a few more dashes he headed into a dark alley, slowing to a walk as he tried to regain his breath, Oh... huff kay... He heaved, It's.. huff not too far... huff I'm... huff sure... huff... you have... huff... questions... huff...