Thread: Ascension to the Heavens|Descent into Hell(Corsair and Xana)

A smirk passed over Claras lips as Verrier relayed the events of her aunts tribute. She hadnt known the woman well, having only spoken to her briefly in her time here, but she seemed cut from the same cloth as Aunt Ingrud, and her mother. I suppose that depends. What exactly does a dragon have use for? Clara shot back, finding a playful tease creep into her voice. We were going to send you one of our Dragons Fire. Its a weapon we used on demons, when they threatened our homes. We debated for days on whether or not to include one in the tribute, where it was an insult because it is not nearly as powerful as your own dragon breath, and yet it is the pinnacle of our engineering expertise. Do we send you one of our newest ones, capable of great damage, or the original one, that has significant sentimental value for its role in the Battle of Monsford. Clara found herself laughing as she explained both sides of the argument. It was easy to flirt with him, even if the whole situation made her angry. And that was the problem. She didnt dislike Verrier. As a matter of fact, she did like him, very much. She liked Verrier, and she liked being with him, but she resented that it was never a choice for her. He had decided, without consulting her at all, that she should be a dragon. The tension returned, and she didnt want to let it boil underneath the surface anymore. And he claimed to respect defiance so I guess, I just dont get it, Verrier. You claim to value freedom and choice and independence so, and yet you bound me to you. Changed me so that it became difficult to form bonds with my loved ones. Changed me, denied me the joys of growing old with the ones I love, denied me the joys of motherhood. Dont you tell me that motherhood is beneath me, or some such thing. You dont get to decide that, Verrier. You dont get to decide to strip me of my humanity on a whim! Lily bit her lip as the woman approached her, implored her. It would have been impossible to deny the desire in her wide eyes, not when they seemed stuck on the cum seeping down the priestess thighs. Goddess, she wanted to taste it, lap at the pleasure dripping from her slit. Wanted a taste of it, her body used to sate the passions of many. It would be easy, to get caught up in the bliss of the moment, the bliss of the crowd, just sharing themselves so easily A sharp cry tore her attention away from the priestess, and drew her hand to her blade. It came from a woman, sitting in the lap of a demon, with one of his arms supporting her back while the other hand worked between her thighs. He sucked at her breast, and a thin rivulet of blood could be seen, stark against her skin. Was this ceremony an excuse to lure humans into feeding demons? But he came off her breast a touch, sealing the bite as his tongue twirled over the nipple, and she gasped, and begged for more, Bite me again, please. She was enjoying it, enjoying having her blood drunk! Was thatwrong? Why was she curious as to how it felt, and whether or not she would like it? Why do you hesitate? Do you merely enjoy watching? the priestess asked, caressing Lilys cheek, appreciating the way the taller woman shuddered in desire, Or do you fear losing yourself to euphoria? It isa concern Lily confessed, just stopping herself from touching the glistening wet skin of the slender woman. The priestess caught her unsure hand, bringing a finger to her mouth and licking it suggestively, piercing turquoise eyes penetrating her doubts and defenses. Lily pulled her face close, devouring her mouth with her own. While they kissed, another man, the tall blonde from earlier, got behind her, working her out of her armor. Once the women broke the kiss, he was ready to replace her lips with his, fingers never stopping their duty, tugging at the laces until it was loose enough to slip down her figure. The blonde twins approached Mykel, giggling and giddy. They stood on either side of him, brushing nude, busty bodies against his, and lips against his ears. Would you take us to paradise? asked the one on the right. Both of us? From the one on the left. Or should she help you? they asked in unison, pointing towards Eva. The redhead blushed, and looked away, trying so hard to hiding her interest. There is no need for fear, the priestess declared, tracing the exposed curves of Lilys body with eyes and fingers, Afodisia celebrates all acts of passion. Furtan watched the ceremony play out from afar, standing beside figure with a white cloak obscuring his features. Matthias gave you the same speech he gave me, about love and redemption? The demon asked, swirling a goblet filled with blood before bringing it to his lips. A similar one, I am sure. He told me then that I could practice his methods on a Paladin, and attempt to sway one into serving me. Do you think he ever thought I might use it on his daughter and son? I doubt the thought crossed his mind. How about you? Will you partake of hope and redemption? Furtan asked the figure, noting the twisted smirk that curled on his features. I think I will. Perhaps redemption awaits me between her legs.