Thread: Fall of Elen'thalas (Krimson & HeavenSundered)

Ezzaraith's predatory eyes zeroed in on the pronounced bulge in Seth's trousers, her heart beginning to race faster as she tried to guess the man's size. At the very least, she could already tell that he was quite well endowed. She could also tell that he was deliberately taking his time, making her wait with bated breath, but she allowed it for now. Ezza could appreciate a little bit of teasing, it would only make the reward that much sweeter in the end. Her smile only grew more bewitching when her handsome prey finally started on the laces of his pants and she readied herself to pounce on him... Only to be pounced on first! The sorceress could hardly even gasp before finding herself face down into the rug, Seth having suddenly morphed into a blue of motion before her eyes as if he'd been under the effects of a haste spell. Ezza bucked impetuously as she felt him climbing on to her back, still holding on to her horns like reins as if she were some sort of animal meant to be ridden. How humiliating! Ezza's face flushed with a darker shade of reddish-pink while Seth continued to overpower her, easily pinning her wrists with one of his much larger hands. She was already beginning to invoke her magic to blast the audacious Arcadian into the stone wall when the wetness of his tongue and warmth of his breath along her subtly pointed ear caused the spell to fizzle, the air around them crackling with arcane energy. The sorceress could only partially muffle a light moan as Seth's throaty voice bore into her mind while a hot, rigid slab of meat ground against the cleft of her ass, wedging the material of her skirt into it and making her clit swell with pressure. When he mentioned her tail, Ezza didn't have any time to react before one of those strong hands wrapped around its base, causing her eyes to widen and her entire body to go tense as an arrow. A similar reaction to what one might expect from a cat under similar circumstances, but for very different reasons. Ezzaraith's breath caught in her throat, her tail twitching a bit in Seth's grip as her excitement spiked suddenly. It made her feel incredibly vulnerable, and yet at the same time, the way that Seth was attempting - rather successfully, thus far - to dominate her was also remarkably arousing. When he repeated her own words tauntingly, Ezza's highly competitive nature flared up fiercely. It was at that moment that she decided to meet the challenge without relying upon her magic, wishing to beat the Arcadian noble at his own wicked game. Nngghhh... the sorceress groaned, writhing futilely beneath Seth as she seemed to struggle, though truthfully it was only to distract him. Here's another fun fact! In the blink of an eye, the upper portion of Ezzaraith's tail coiled itself twice around the human's throat like a constricting snake, squeezing tightly enough enough so that he would hardly be able to draw breath. Feeling more of Seth's warm flesh pressed firmly against her sensitive appendage forced another soft moan from the sorceress' lips, but she didn't let up. Other than being incredibly sensitive, our tails are also around seven times stronger than an average human male's arm. Funny how people always omit that part. The self-satisfaction was palpable in Ezza's voice while she made the gravity of Seth's predicament clear to him. Still feeling playful? Ezza taunted, giggling mischievously as she flicked the very tip of her tail against one of Seth's earlobes and gyrated her ass sensually beneath him.