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Thread: The Last Alliance of Elves (Kolath x Goddess)

Calaeron was a fierce fighter and skilled enough to handle most situations thrown at him even any ranged weapons he could dodge or block. At least normally. He suddenly felt a sharp burning in his upper thigh. Looking down he saw an arrow sticking out of his leg. Having to blink slow for a moment he reached down pulling the arrow from his thigh looking at it he was puzzled. This isn't a dark elf arrow. The arrow was crude by elf standards with an iron head and goose feathers. Realization dawned on him almost too late as he called out to his forces. Down arrow volley. His troops responded instantly but even then it wasn't going to be enough. Reaching into himself he touched the core of his being that was born from the great elves of legend, he descended from the great heroes of the elves and as such he had access to power normal elves did not. Invoking the name of one of his ancestor's he pushed that power out spreading a shield of power out around the battlefield, it spread over elf and dark elf alike. The arrows from the archers that were taking them by surprise hit the white barrier and bounced off. The sheer number of the arrows was staggering and drained him quickly, he knew that had he not done that many on both sides would have died even with their shields up. Calaeron panted slowly looking on as foot soldiers with spears and shields moving in formation closed with his troops. Those that could had tuned to face the closing menace. Humans... he spat out the word as he watched his men fighting and dying, almost always felling two humans before they fell themselves but the sheer numbers were just slowly overwhelming the elves.
Thread: The Last Alliance of Elves (Kolath x Goddess)

Lolith's eyes widened as what she believed to be the current troop leader for those flat ears managed to make a large shield of power all over the battlefield, sparing even her own from the human's volley. It didn't take her a second to start the search for him in the battlefield from her high point, and deciding her best chance to survive would be by his side. She'd seen the sheer number of humans they were up against, she knew that even working together, they would not be able to fight them off. They were surrounded from all sides. To get out of this alive, they needed to get the humans to take them alive, no matter how bad it was. Only then could they stand a chance of escaping. Expertly maneuvering her way between battalions of elves, taking the route where she faced the least humans, she could hear her troops fighting fiercely in an attempt to escape whenever they couldn't let the surface elves take the brunt of the battle. The sounds of battle filled the battle field and her people were getting massacred at about the same rate as the surface elves. With the humans numbers, they were at the very least outnumbered ten to one. Unless someone did something soon, there would be nothing left of either battalion. Hey, flat ear, we have to start giving up now, you got that? She yelled, already only a few meters away from Calereon, her knife work keeping her safe for now, but only becase she was far enough into the crowd. If no one survives this, we can say goodbye to both of our kingdoms, you know that, right?
Thread: The Last Alliance of Elves (Kolath x Goddess)

Calereon was focused on the defense of his men and the battle as a whole. His blade flashed cutting down another two humans befoer he turned seeing the dark elf that to him. Suppressing his natural instinct to just cut her down where she stood as she was clearly speaking sense. He looked over the battle looking for something. I couldn't agree more however. He spun sending a wave of energy out in front of him knocking a path through the combatants. I would prefer to save as many of my men as I can. If you prefer you can surrender to any low ranked human you meet. He started forward through the path his magic had cut. he hurried which wasn't something that he normally did as his position as one of the few remaining elvish lords commanded he maintain a certain level of grace. However every moment that he delayed at this point was another death on his head. Reaching the end of the pathway he started cutting his way through the guards around the commander of the human attack. The look in the faces of the commanders and guards that were rushing him spoke of the fear the felt for the power he wielded. The commander and his seconds raised their swords in a plan to fight him. Know this humans, that between myself and my friend here. He was saying without even knowing if Lolith had followed him. We could kill all of you that are standing here though we would die to your sheer numbers. We would take all that can hear us now with you. This can be avoided though as we will surrender to you if you call off your troops letting ours live.
Thread: Fall of Elen'thalas (Krimson & HeavenSundered)

You may indeed, how sweet of you to bring a lonely girl treats on this fine day, Ezza gratefully accepted, her tone softer and sweeter now as she lead Seth to a large, thick brown bear fur laid out over the ground, a couple of wide pillows on top of it to sit more comfortably. Before they settled down, she watched her handsome guest retrieve a Bag of Expansion from his a pocket in his vest, explaining where those delicatessens were being kept. Bags like those were useful trinkets, and quite expensive, so they were typically warded with an enchantment to make them appear mundane even to practitioners of the arcane. This close and in plain view, the enchantments did not hold up, but had Ezza been standing across the other side of the cave, she might have been fooled. No that it mattered, of course, since she certainly wasn't planning to rob the man or anything. Before deciding on anything, the sorceress wanted to discover Seth's motives for seeking her out, but for the moment he seemed to be in no rush to divulge them. That was fine with her, since she was quite certain that she had more time to kill than he did. Besides, it was actually a nice change of pace to have some company, albeit uninvited and unexpected company. Sitting on one of the large pillows with her legs together and folded in front of her, Ezza invited him to join her. With a wave of her hand, she summoned a tray holding an elegant tea set that floated over from one of the tables to land next to her. The tip of Ezza's tail nimbly wrapped itself around the teakettle's handle, raising it as she placed a hand palm-up beneath it. Light blue, barely visible flames erupted from her flesh, heating the blackberry tea in just a couple of seconds. Hovering two cups before her, Ezza used her tail to pour the tea in without spilling a drop before floating one of the cups over to Seth. While she dug in to the basket, helping herself to a little bit of everything to sample, Ezza couldn't help but wonder if Seth knew who she was. Really knew. She felt like she had to, that it would be too unlikely of a coincidence for him to have shown up out of the blue otherwise. At the same time, if he did know, then he was also aware of how many of his countrymen she'd slain under the Zarian king's orders, so it was quite surprising that he would be sitting down for tea with her rather than trying to kill her outright. So, tell me a little bit about yourself, Seth, Ezza suggested, reaching over to touch one of his biceps lightly, still content not to push the topic of why he'd sought her out. Hobbies, dreams, aspirations? Anything you're willing to share, I'm intrigued. Just no lying, yes? That would be most rude.
Thread: Fall of Elen'thalas (Krimson & HeavenSundered)

Seth sat with two pillows behind him - reclining back, a leg folded and the other curled, an elbow resting on his upright knee. He wasn't an awfully bulky man, tall, yes, but lanky. But he seemed much bulkier than he actually was, spread out like that, commanding the very space around himself. Relaxed, even so deep in the lair of an unknown, seeming every bit as in control as if he were the one holding court, and Ezza but a guest he was regaling with war stories. He took off his gloves before catching the teacup floating over to him. His fingers were long, nimble, his grip sure. They could've passed for those of a minstrel - the third prince of Arcadia ever known for his near ethereal beauty, a handsomeness reminiscent of the elves, strong and fair. It was easy to mistake Seth for a pretty boy at times like these, a princeling born and bred at the lap of luxury, having known not a hard day in his life. But a more observant gaze told a different story. His knuckles prominent, the result of calcification times and again imparting hairline fractures to himself during training, letting them heal, only to repeat, an endless cycle that strengthened not only his will, but his body. Calluses upon his palm, his fingertips, the evidence of wielding a sword before he even knew how to ride. He took a sip of the tea...too sweet for his taste, but rich and intriguing, much like the woman seating opposite him. She smiled sweetly too, but unlike the tea, he was sure she could be poisonous if she intended to be. He set about making himself a sandwich as she was talking, layering the slices of meat and cheese with precision. Quite a few layers his appetite voracious, in more ways than one. As she reached out and touched him for the first time, he let his gaze linger briefly upon the fingers so innocently draped upon his propped up arm, before meeting her gaze once more, a knowing look in his eyes. He didn't flex - that was crude and adolescent. He didn't need to. Even the briefest touch would have been met with compound, steel-like muscles. There was hardly an ounce of fat on him his body was like that of a bow drawn taut, a blade sharpened, ever ready to strike. But perhaps not in a deadly way...? Hobbies, dreams, and aspirations...eh? He repeated, pausing for a few seconds as if to think, before smiling mischievously. I should probably say horseback riding, or falconry...that wouldn't be a lie, but hardly truthful either. He met her eyes, something unknown burning in those ever radiant crimsons. But for honesty's sake...I like physical exertions. The kind that make me pant and sweat, make my heart beat faster and my muscles ache in just the right way... He trailed off for a second, smirking almost insolently, the look in his eyes confirming exactly what he was talking about, before the familiar, polite charm was once more woven into his features. So, wrestling, perhaps? What about yourself?
Thread: Fall of Elen'thalas (Krimson & HeavenSundered)

Ezza allowed her hand to linger on Seth's arm far longer than would have been considered appropriate, finding that she enjoyed the feeling of his hard, sinewy muscles more than expected. For all of the luxuries that she'd managed to supply herself with in her new mountain home, the company of a man was perhaps the one thing that had been severely lacking, so it didn't take more than a look and a touch to whet her appetite. Controlling her impulses had never been Ezza's forte, and she suddenly found herself having to try quite hard to restrain herself. Despite her general reprehension towards the nobility in general, Ezza couldn't deny the weakness that she could often have for their cultured charm and overflowing confidence. She'd been surrounded by nobles for the better part of her life, and it seemed that there was nothing that she could do to avoid them for long, not even hiding out in the middle of nowhere. When she matched his gaze, the sorceress' golden eyes scintillated with intensity, contrasting her casual body language. Mmmm, you're naughty... she purred playfully, her elongated canines peeking out of her mouth again as she smiled knowingly at Seth. Finally retracting her hand from his arm, she made sure to brush a few strands of his long black hair on the way back, allowing them to slip over her dainty fingers while the sensation sent a small tingle through her body. The thought of him panting and sweating running through her thoughts was also making the blood run hotter through her veins. Ezza had already decided that she'd turn those thoughts into reality, and that could even come with the bonus of coaxing out the true reason for Seth's visit out of him, since she'd often known men to be far less guarded and more open after some vigorous 'wrestling'. Take your belt and trousers off and I'll show you, she told him with a hungry voice that brooked no argument. Shifting on to her hands and knees, Ezzaraith's body suddenly went from relaxed to tense with excitement, her back arched and tail wagging up in the air in anticipation as she crawled halfway around the basket of goodies towards Seth. She was stalking like like a predatory cat would stalk its prey, eyes narrowing slightly, mouth left suggestively agape, tongue poking out to wet her pillowy upper lip. Don't make me ask twice... Ezza breathed almost menacingly, her body starting to coil slightly on her legs, ready to pounce. It had been far, far too long already, she wasn't going to wait a moment longer.
Thread: Fall of Elen'thalas (Krimson & HeavenSundered)

Now, how could Seth say no to such an enticing command? He enjoyed docile, courtly ladies just fine...but there was nothing quite like a woman who knew what she wanted, and how to get it. The desire swirling in those fascinating golden eyes beckoned him, as did the hunger in Ezzaraith's voice. His smile widened, the familiar roguish glint entering his eyes once more, princely reserve forgotten in face of brutally honest instincts. His hand fell from his knee, lazily stroking along his strong thigh, drawing attention to the seam of his pants - the flame of his passion was ever so easy to incite, and already his shaft was half-mast, outlining the fabric. Judging from the size of that bulge, the rumor that Arcadian royals were blessed in the size of their weapons was no idle gossip. Both hands settled on his belt, not fumbling, but undoing it with almost deliberate lethargy. He was eager, of course, if that wasn't brazenly obvious from his stirring manhood, but the speed with which he removed his belt was a demonstration of control. He would set the pace, not Ezzaraith, or anyone else. Nevertheless, it seemed as though the Draconian sorceress would get her treat. The belt buckle undone, the prince moving as though he was about to undo the rest of his pants -- If only. He struck faster than lightning, all those battle-hardened sinews unfurling with incredible speed. Ezzaraith fancied herself a predator and Seth her meal, but this prince was no idle pushover. Not even for the promise of so enticing a treat would he relent an ounce of control in their first meeting. Strong hands seized the sorceress by her horns, and, using them as though a handlebar, he pushed her face-first into the bear rug in one swift motion, even as he swung his leg over her back, mounting her as surely as he mounted his war-steed. He wasn't going to hurt her of course - what a waste that would be. But if they were going to fuck, it would be on his terms. His hands sought her wrists before she knew even to struggle, putting the famed speed and agility of a Swordmaster to good use. He shifted his weight lower, pushing her more fully into the rug. His erection pressed firmly against the curvature of her ass, the heat felt even through cloth. I'm afraid I'm atrocious at taking orders... He murmured, licking along the helix of her ear, grinding his stiffening cock against her ass suggestively. Bringing her wrists together, seizing the both of them with a single hand. The other trailed down her arm, her sides, before sneaking between their bodies. I've heard interesting tales about Draconians... He breathed, voice gaining a husky quality as his arousal grew. Something about an incredibly sensitive tail... His fingers seized around the base of her tail, thumbing at it, stroking almost inquisitively, as if to test his theory. His grip firm, but gentle he did not elevate himself, continuing to grind against her even as he toyed with her tail. Is it true? Don't make me ask twice. A small, dark chuckle as he quoted her, having effectively turned the tables.
Thread: Fall of Elen'thalas (Krimson & HeavenSundered)

Another small moan escaped Ezzaraith's lips as Seth desperately struggled to find some sort of hold on her tail so that he might try to pry it loose, but impressive as his muscles were, this was one contest of strength in which he was hopelessly outmatched. The pressure that Ezza was exerting on his throat oscillated slightly, increasing and decreasing in a rhythmic pattern while her arousal continued to build, her womanhood already wet and glistening beneath her skirt. Even more exhilarating than the hands wrestling with her tail or the hard cock pushing firmly against her ass and the base of her tail was the faint sound of Seth's surrender. The sorceress was quite certain that the prideful Arcadian noble did not do very much yielding on a daily basis, which only made the words sound that much sweeter to her ears. A wave of heat swept through Ezza's body as she basked in the glory of her triumph for a few moments longer, not yet loosening her grip, perhaps making Seth think that she didn't plan on showing any mercy. Let him sweat a little bit. When she was finally satisfied, Ezza yanked the man off of her roughly, throwing him down on his back as she uncoiled her tail from his neck to release him. Pushing herself back on to all fours, she carelessly tore her skirt off in a single motion, making it easier to move and crawl over Seth while he recovered. Placing her hands on either side of his legs, Ezza slowly worked her way up with the most eager smile upon her lips until her face was hovering just above his. I think that you might be hiding a funny little tail too, hmmm? she asked jubilantly, placing her right hand against the center of Seth's strong chest. Her hand slowly wandered southwards, feeling Seth's well defined abs through the soft fabric of his shirt before reaching the thing that she was really after. Ooh, or perhaps not so little! Her eyes widened and her eyebrows rose up in mock surprise when she fondled his iron-hard shaft through his trousers. The small diamond shaped pieces of flesh which bulged slightly through the taut laces of Seth's pants burned intensely against her palm. Now... Ezzaraith started, leaning down further, sticking her tongue out so that she could lick Seth's face starting from his chin, then over his soft thin lips and the tip of his nose before diverting to the side over his cheek, finishing with a flick against his earlobe. Meanwhile, she wiggled his cock a bit with her hand until the bulbous tip was fully peeking and explored it with the pad of her middle finger, tracing shrinking circles over it until she finally reached the tiny little slit in the middle, this time brushing up and down over it lightly. Since you were such a naughty boy, you're going to beg if you want anything else, and I highly suggest that you make it convincing, Ezza breathed into Seth's ear before swallowing up his tender little earlobe, suckling and swirling her tongue over it.
Thread: Fall of Elen'thalas (Krimson & HeavenSundered)

And still the pressure did not relent. He wrenched at the constraining length more desperately, brow furrowed and mouth agape, gasping in whatever air he could. A hint of panic finally making its way into those ever composed crimsons, and the first beads of his sweat rolled down his temple. With every passing second, less and less oxygen reached his muscles, quelling his struggles further. He was starting to feel a little dizzy, spots dancing behind his eyes, when, just as suddenly as she had seized him, she threw him and finally released his throat. Haa......haa....... He panted, greedily sucking in the air, expelling a few ragged coughs as a hand gingerly braced against his own throat, as if to assess the damage. The other braced against the ground, cushioning his fall, a completely reflexive move. Both elbows on the ground besides him now, he propped his upper body up to gaze at the sorceress crawling up. The smug way she was gazing at him made him swallow thickly his lance twitched against its cruel confines, confirming his excitement. A hand upon his chest, easily forcing him back against the ground. Are sorceresses usually this strong? Or perhaps it was due to her split bloodline? He dimly wondered, briefly considering if he had bitten off more than he could chew. Thoughts expunged as her sure hand traced down his torso, his abs clenched in its path, each powerful abdominal contracting from not fear, but arousal. Nn.... A groan as Seth threw his head back against the ground, his hair pooling in rivers of black, intermingling with her own red locks. She licked away the beads of sweat, tasting his flesh in a way none dared. His eyes met those predatory golds even as he shuddered beneath her ministrations, those teasing words and the deft touch too much for him to keep still. This was not Ezza's first time, if that wasn't painfully obvious already. Her touch too sure, too practiced, so easily seeking out his weak spots. He moaned again, weakly thrusting against her fingers, his leverage poor in this current position. Her words were humiliating. He does not beg . He almost rebuked, but managed to bite down on his thin lips and swallow his protest. She had more than demonstrated her prowess, both physical and magical, and his vulnerable, twitching cock was in her hand. Now would be a very poor time to earn her ire. I...implore you. He started, blushing even to the tip of his ears at every word. Please...? Ezza? I'll be good...
Thread: Fall of Elen'thalas (Krimson & HeavenSundered)

Seth's pleading made Ezza laugh wolfishly while she continued to work his earlobe with her mouth, giving it a few more sucks before letting go with a light pop and tickling the inside of his ear with her tongue instead. Please what, cutie? she whispered innocently into his ear. How can I know what you want if you don't tell me, hmm? Ezza was enjoying this far too much to let him off the hook that easily, even if it meant denying and driving herself crazy for a while longer. It was so worth it, watching the proud Arcadian noble squirm and beg underneath her. Yes, she was going to make him speak his desires out loud, make him say the words. Her fingers went back to fiddle with the strings of Seth's pants, tugging lightly, threatening to undo them if she would just pull a teeny bit harder, but still she denied him even that small favor. I can do this all day... That probably wasn't true with the way that her body was burning up and her clit was swelling almost painfully, but she still managed to sound very convincing. Ezza shifted her fingers again, this time placing her fingertips in a ring along the ridge of Seth's large phallus, enjoying the way that she could feel every little bump as she twisted back and forth slowly and gently. Her cunt clenched hard and her mouth started to water while she kept playing with his splendid manhood, making it quite the challenge to keep playing her game, but Ezza forced herself to keep it together a bit longer, hoping that Seth gave in before she lost control.