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

Nyssa stood with head held high and a serene smile on her face. She was well versed with the young lords many exploits and victories. This assignment was a great honor, to serve the House Centos, and bring the blessing of Edana to the men who served him. She would show them the beauty of the elves, and build up the relations between her people, and the most respected house in Felhine. I am honored to grace your men with the Goddess blessing, Lord Centos.Truly Edana celebrates your victory alongside us! She graciously took the goblet offered, and drank deeply of the wine within. Her priestess robe come off now, spilling upon the floor as she stepped out of it. She wore a sliver ethereal dress, soft thin silk that clung sweetly from her breasts and hips. The thin material did not hide the beauty of her body, even as it covered her figure, complimenting her shimmery complexion. Who shall receive the first blessing? She called to the assemblage, ignoring the mens foul words and crude suggestions. Soon only words of worship would fall from their lips. Ill go first, a tall, thin red haired man called, approaching the elf. She smiled warmly upon him, curtsying deeply for his pleasure. His lips formed a nasty smirk as the elven woman yielded to him. She brought hands up to his face, to pull him into a kiss but he swatted them away. Nah, thats not where I want your mouth, he jeered at her, pushing her head down and the woman onto her knees. Nyssa did not fight him, as great and proud warriors of the capital, it was his choice on how he choose to worship. The great hall filled with hoots and hollers as the lovely elf dropped to her knees, and their thin comrade pulled out his length for her. He rubbed his meat along her face, smudging her cheeks with precum. Despite the attempts to degrade her, Nyssa performed her duty, holding the mans member in her supple hands, stroking it lovingly as she licked the shaft. It glisten with her saliva as she sought to serve the man with all the grace of her Goddess. Soldier were sometimes coarse, but tender attention from the priestesses usually cleared up those vulgar behaviors. Suck it slut! Take that cock! Fucking tease. Fuck the bitch in the mouth, Rede. Nyssa paid the men no mind. Her soft lips opened to accept the bulbous crown of his cock, slow moist sucking that lathered his manhood. She focused on her task, seeking the glory of the Goddess to soothe the fire that burned within these men. Qaithe was not nearly as optimistic as her fellow priestess. She could see the vile lust in the eyes of the men who surrounded them. They were not looking to praise the Goddess now. They were looking to fuck a couple of elves, women they saw as little more than meat to be used, consumed in the pursuit of base urges. She sipped at the offered chalice, not buying the faade of generosity and reverence that the young lord tried to play out. She watched Nyssa play her role, regardless of the words the men shouted at her, and the hateful glean of the man who demanded service. Whats wrong drow? One of the men came up around her. A stout man, with thick muscles covering his arms and chest, bulging and covered in veins. Obviously a strong man, if not terribly handsome. Your associate is awfully friendly. Dont you want to get friendly with us too? The thick sausage fingers grabbed at her robes, pulling them off of her lithe body. Qaithe tried to hold them over her body, but the man insisted, ripping them off when the drow resisted. This lead to more cheers, as she held the scraps of her gown against her midnight flesh. Her tormentor wasnt done, tearing her small clothes form her body, the loud ripping of cloth cutting into the heckles and catcalls of the men. Qaithe stumbled away from him, falling to the floor as she tripping over her ruined garments. Her oppressor didnt pursue right away, taking great pleasure in the fear on her face.