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Thread: Ritual (xanaphia & CharmSnake)

It was not that Jarren didn't believe in magic, indeed he had witnessed its power many times, but his wariness lay in the fact that one must have faith in the practitioner thereof - and behold the witch! Wild trusses of hair the color of dried blood swam about in the air as she entered the hut with contempt. Your men will touch neither hide nor hair of the women here. They are not to be raped, beaten, abused or even so much as looked upon. Nor even looked upon? Jarren checked such an arrogant demand with an arched brow. How could anyone deliver such a promise? He could keep his men's hands off certainly, but he had no control of their eyes. Even the witch had to know this. The soldiers snickered at the notion. She stepped forward to tend the fallen Ragnar, slit her palm and let her own blood run into his wounds. As he is now, he will not die nor will he recover. If you cross me or my conditions, I will reverse my spell and he will surely perish. If he is to be saved, I must perform a ritual of rebirth upon him. My apprentice will assist me in this. Lynneth, step forward! The young maiden was one of the next to be tied and was grabbed as she stepped forth. Jarren motioned through the window and she was released to enter the house. This one was also red-haired, but fairer and finer with green eyes and soft skin. Unlike her demure apprentice, the witch, scantily clad in what seemed purposely tattered rags, stuck her jaw out. Clearly she was posturing, as her candor was defiant yet her position was not. She had to trust him as much as he did her, even moreso as the fate of her entire village hung in the balance. He reminded her of this. You will not hold my comrade's life hostage, he said. You would not dare, he asserted as his eyes gazed out the window to the remainder of the tied villagers being ushered into their huts. A slight relent in the witch's stature satisfied the captain to continue. The captain and the witch had reached a stalemate of sorts. No harm to your villagers for now, he said. His armour chinked as he paced the room and the ragged chain-mailed soldiers stood in an arc that blocked the exit. All fell silent. Only the calm even breathing of the wounded man was heard. So then tell me of this ritual of rebirth so that I might agree to no harm until he is healed, Jarren spoke.
Thread: Ritual (xanaphia & CharmSnake)

Isolde furrowed her brow at the leader, at his claim that she held his friend life hostage. The elder witch was not accustom to holding her tongue. You came to our village and tried to take everything precious to us, and your friend paid the price much of our men did today. If you lament his fate, rage against the gods or yourself, not at me. Her eyes did not waver, her posture did not stoop. That I would use my gifts to keep my people safe, whatever the means, is my prerogative. His injuries are serious, as you are already aware. At this point only life can pay for life. I will not sacrifice any more of my people to save one of yours, but there is another way. A new life could be created, for this very purpose. It will be necessary for my apprentice to conceive, so that the spirit can be sacrificed to save your friend's life. I can perform a fertility ritual this evening. Lynneth listened along careful, her own novice knowledge not quite catching on to the weight of the situation until Isolde explained her place in this ritual. She let out a small gasp, as it became obvious what would be expected of her. Whatever fate Isolde may have saved the women here from, was now her sole burden. She would forced be to lie with these barbarians, until she conceived. All to save a man she would rather died. Mistress! You can't truly mean to give me over to these mongrels! She protested, her voice shaking and her body trembling. Lynneth, if you are not strong enough to shoulder this burden, who do you suggest I offer up in your place? Hmm? Choose the woman who will suffer this so that you do not have to. Isolde snapped back, no patience for disobedience while she tried to prove herself strong to the invaders. Lynneth did not say another word, just held her head down trying to avoid the gaze of the men who surrounded them in the hut. Eat well, and rest. We will begin tonight. Isolde explained, taking her apprentice by the arm. I must get back to my hut, so that I may prepare her for this evening.
Thread: Ritual (xanaphia & CharmSnake)

Jarren still had the upper hand. He could sense it no matter how brave of a face the witch held. If she had the power to drive them out she would not be bargaining so, and certainly not be offering such a tidy chip as her fair apprentice. This became even more apparent with her reaction. Mistress! You can't truly mean to give me over to these mongrels! The maiden became uneasy as she spoke, her knees seemingly weakening. The witch lectured her proteg as to her courage and turned to lead her out. Escort them out, Jarren ordered. Stand watch on them. No funny business, he warned. Jax gave the two witches a snickering grin as Odon led them through the doorway. None of that, Jax, Jarren warned him. Aye, M'Lord, the young tall warrior acknowledged, his expression suddenly changing to shame. The two women crossed the square with Odon and another soldier in tow. The invaders had helped themselves to some of the village poultry and two men carried chickens into one of the huts which had been selected as the kitchen. Anyone harms anyone without provocation gets his throat slit! the captain bellowed out across the square from his doorway. Is that clear? There were no objections. Jarren nodded to the witch his sincerity in keeping his end of the bargain.
Thread: Ritual (xanaphia & CharmSnake)

She watched, unable to look away, as the captain stripped down. He was a big brute of a man, not the kind she would choose for herself, but she didn't really have a choice now, did she? She looked over to Isolde, but the elder witch stood steely eyed, staring into the fire as though it might speak to her. Lynneth didn't resist as the leader maneuvered her into position. His strong hands easily overpowered her, and she didn't want to anger Isolde. She cried out as her cloak was removed, revealing her lithe form to all the men present. She wasn't sure why she was so concerned, she was going to have to end up sleeping with most of the guys eventually, what difference did it make if they saw her none. Still she kept her head down, not daring to make eye contact with any of them. That didn't seem to bother the chief, who turned her back to him, and bent her over at the waist. He didn't waste any time, shoving his thick meat inside her, filling her cunt and then some. She groaned as he pounded into her, with no care or tenderness. Each stroke drew a louder cry, some mix of horrified and erotic, all the while, her body burned form the inside. She was nearly gushing as he pumped his seed into her, fitting his length within her folds, regardless of her wishes. She fell to her knees as he let her go, breathing hard as she wondered how she could possibly go on. She wasn't in pain, not physical pain at least, but still in shock, as semen slid down her thighs. What if the ritual didn't work? And she was forced to bear a child of these monsters? Why did this have to be her? She wasn't given long to contemplate her fate, as another man was another pushing himself inside her, lubed by the chieftan's cum. He didn't give her a chance to adjust to this second cock violating her, fucking her hard and fast from the get go. From the front, another man approached, forcing his meat in her mouth, slow, deep strokes. He didn't bother matching his partners rhythm,just held her bright red hair in place as he testing the limits of her throat. Isolde shot the captain a dirty look as the two men fucked her apprentice from both ends, treating her like she were any other hapless victim. I did not offer my apprentice up for your men to use as they pleased. She is acting strictly as the vessel to save your friend's life, not a sex slave. Isolde spoke harshly, not sure if her position would grant Lynneth any reprise. Lynneth moaned in a muffled voice as the one behind her speed up, seemingly pouring all his agression into these last few strokes. Once more she was filled with seed, with the man holding her in place for a moment as the thick strings of sticky semen pumped into her. The men fucking her mouth stopped now, taking a place behind her, giving her a couple deep thrusts before giving her yet another dose of cum. The scent of lust lingered in the night air.
Thread: Ritual (xanaphia & CharmSnake)

Men were closing in n her, surrounding her, she feared for a moment she would be overrun, that the savages would forget their purpose here, and rape her incessantly, in every orifice she possessed. As this fear grew within her mind, two more men knelt beside her, one fondling his own meaty member, the other groping at her breasts. The man with his cock in hand was prodding her face with it, almost as though he expected her to put lips to it. His movements were too fast and erratic for her to suck him off, so she merely squirmed as he pushed it against her face, it strong odor somehow overcoming the scent of all the sex she had had this evening. The one at her breasts held both within his grubby hands. Their mass fit easily in his large hands, as finger tip and thumb found her nipple, tweaking it roughly. She let out a sharp cry as he pinched the nipple as hard as he could, pulling up the perky tits as far as they go. He then kneading her breasting, squishing the soft mounds with both hands. The carefully drawn runes were smeared and rubbed off, leaving a rust red stain in their wake. The one inside finished now, and the other with his cock in hand took his turn. Several pumps later he was done and the one who held her her breasts had his turn. Cum spilled out of her as he pushed into the sloppy mess, soaking her ass and thighs with the lust of a dozen men. Her cunt was swollen now, making it a tight fit for the current man fucking her. A wet, sloshing noise could be heard in rhythm with his strokes. After a few more, he deposited his load as well, his own crotch covering in the scent of sex. Isolde stepped in now, as the hourglass was filled past the third line. She brought a glass of wine to her apprentice, holding it to the girls lips, allowing her to drink deeply from the cup. She kissed the girl on the forehead, smoothing out her sweaty hair. You are doing well, my child. Just a little longer. She was nearly pushed out of the way by the next man, who turned Lynneth over to her hands and knees, holding her head down. He fucking her with hard downward strokes, each thrust forcing her head in the ground. Another man held her by the hair, trying to get a turn at her mouth, but his friend behind her wasn't helping him any. Once the one fucking her finally finished, he was able to fit his cock in her mouth, just to realized he missed his chance to fuck her, as someone else was already behind her while he was trying to get sucked off. He grumbled a bit, holding her head sternly in place as the newcomer behind her took his turn. The two men shared her between them, forceful thrusts pushing her further down one cock, while deep penetrations down her throat forced more cock inside her beaten slit. They had found a nice rhythm, each man taking everything he could. One last hard stroke had her deep throating a cock, while he pumped his seed inside. The one in her mouth wouldn't be usurped against, making it to her pussy just in time to add his load to the mix.
Thread: Ritual (xanaphia & CharmSnake)

Once more a pair of men stepped up to fuck Lynneth, the girl in a daze by this point in the night. She let out a soft grunt as her well used pussy accepted yet another cock, barely able to hold up her own weight by now. It moved in and out of her, much like the ones that had come before, making a loud squelching noise as it pushed past the copious amounts of spunk in her cunt. The other took his place between her lips, and she knew the drill by now, sucking him off meekly so he can add his load to the rest. Her unenthusiastic mouth didn't excite him, so he took it upon himself to thrust between those silken cheeks. By this point she was used to a cock prodding her throat, and hardly struggled as he buried her face in his crotch. The one behind grew frustrated with her tired, wobbly legs. She wasn't holding herself up high enough for him to comfortably plow her, so he call for assistance, to hold her in her place. More strange hands fondled at her, groping at her nipples while lifting her into the air. She was limp in their arms, her legs swaying to the rhythm of the dick in her twat. Isolde watched the hourglass, the sand growing closer to the fourth line. Her apprentice would only have to hold out for a little while longer, before they could go onto the last part of the ceremony. She called for one f the men to bring their fallen comrade around. After these two planted their seeds, she would begin the last part of the ritual, and if conception had taken place, she could use that energy to return their ally to full health. She could only hope that they would honor their agreement, and leave the village. She prepared another glass of wine for Lynneth, knowing the girl would be parched and exhausted after fucking so many for nearly an hour. She looked up from her work as the hear the ruckus of laughter, just to see the man who had blown up in her mouth, her poor apprentice spitting desperately to remove the taste from her mouth. Enough! She declared, shooing away the men who were already trying to get their next turn. She stood firm before the girl, giving her the glass of wine to drink. She instructed the men to put their brother on Lynneth, resting his head against her stomach. Isolde got to work, chanting and harnessing her magic.
Thread: Ritual (xanaphia & CharmSnake)

Hey what gives? We get an hour! Back off woman! The armed soldiers converged upon the center to separate Lynneth from the clutches of the next in line. Jeers and boos cast inward from all around the circle. One of the would-be rapists elbowed the witch aside only to be shoved away by one of the guards. I'll have my turn tomorrow's eve, he sneered down at Isolde. The captain parted the edge to allow Ragnar's peacefully sleeping body to be brought forth upon a gurney. Lynneth was offered her cloak for warmth and the excess seed which dribbled from her tired slit was wiped up. The dirty blanket was straightened and she was positioned upon it with her thighs up to let gravity keep the seed collected about her cervix. The warrior was laid down and placed on his back, between the vessel's thighs. Isolde adjusted his positioning, his head resting upon Lynneth's belly, lining the glands of his brain stem with her uterus, allowing the shortest possible physical path for the conception energy to traverse. Back! Everybody back! Jarren shouted and the armed guards enforced the order as the booing became more subdued. The hourglass was nearly empty and the clouds, thick and dark rolled near. There would not be much more moonlight. Isolde, hair wild in the firelight began the incantations.
Thread: Ritual (xanaphia & CharmSnake)

Lynneth laid perfectly still as she was moved about for the final part of the ritual. The rust colored runes that had adorned her skin at the beginning of the ritual were smeared from sweat and fondling. Her orange hair was a wild mess of a mane, dirty and sweating and tangled where men had held her in place to fuck her mouth. She ached everywhere, her body had enough use for quite a while. She wondered, would things have been much worse if she wasnt the sole woman subjected to the whims of the invaders? Or would it have been worse, with everyman taking what he desired from her, with no threat of Isolde standing nearby to protect her, no time limit to look forward to stopping, and all the rest of the village women subjected to the same terror. She wasnt sure either way, mostly she was glad for a moment reprieve. All she could do now was hope the ritual was a success, so she wouldnt have to repeat this again tomorrow. Isolde wanted the same, but she not optimistic she would get her wish. The dark clouds rolling in were foreboding in their implications. There hadnt really been enough time for the seed to plant yet but they were running out of moonlight to work by. Tomorrow would be much better, but she was loathe to put her apprentice through this ordeal once more. Not to mention the threat of violence from the men having to spend more time here. The clouds continued to cover the moon and the sand was quickly filling the last line. Ragnar didnt stir, still dreaming his peaceful dream. Isolde shook her head solemnly. There hasnt been enough time for a seed to plant. We will have to try again tomorrow.
Thread: Surviving in Shadows [Saria & CharlotteV]

Once, the world was a beautiful place, filled with cities and towns, forests and oceans. People were happy, social beings, who spent their days trying to make everything better. And then the magic came. It started slowly, at first. A generation of children who seemed...gifted beyond explanation. Dreams that became reality, unspoken thoughts answered aloud, things that were lost suddenly found. Greed swept across the nation like a wildfire, sweeping up the gifted and using them for personal gain. To win the lottery, catch a cheating partner in action, rob a bank...and then it got worse. Generation after generation and the gifts only grew, so much so that someone dared utter the word magic . Power became a thing sought after without fear of the consequences. Those who didn't have it wanted it, and those who had it wanted more. The world erupted. As those with gifts gained more knowledge their care for those who didn't lessened, and in a matter of decades the nonmagical race was almost completely wiped out. Now this is what remains. The world broke. There is no governing faction, no laws, no safety. Towns have been abandoned, forests burned down, oceans used up. The cities that are still standing are run by those driven mad with the power they contain, the settlements miles away filled with humans to weak to complain. And then, hidden in the mountains and amongst what's left of trees, are those trying to control it...completely on their own.
Thread: Surviving in Shadows [Saria & CharlotteV]

Maxwell His heart was beating so fast he could hear it in his ears. Surely that wasn't normal. Was he dehydrated? Probably. Someone told him one time the most important thing was to stay hydrated. Lot's of water. Always lots of water. Now was obviously not the time to be thinking about that. Max cursed under his breath as he heard the sound of scuffling in the leaves, tore his eyes upwards. Trees. Trees were wonderful. Provided cover and threw off scents. Magical, magical beings, trees. Granted, magical was also half the reason he was in this shit to begin with. The teenager threw a look over his shoulder, ran his dirty hands through his bright blonde hair, then made his decision. He climbed. It wasn't that hard grabbing onto a branch and throwing his body up, but he didn't want to take any chances so he kept going. One branch after the other, until he was so high up looking down actually made him a little dizzy. He stopped finally, dropping his legs over a thick branch, letting himself wonder for a moment if he would die from this height. Probably. Most definitely. Would anyone even find him? How deep into the woods had he run? Why is this my life? the boy muttered to himself, then his breath caught in his throat. Two men cleared the path he had just crossed, huge, black dogs at their feet, controlled by leashes wrapped around their hands. The dogs had their noses buried in dead leaves, sniffing like their lives depended on it, circling the spot he'd lingered in, up the tree once or twice. Fuck, fuck . Think he went up? one man grunted. There was a moment of silence before both men threw their heads back, making shields over their eyes with their hands to block out the evening sun. Max leaned back as far as he dared, closed his eyes tight. You're invisible, you're invisible, you're invisible. If he believed it hard enough, it'd be true.
Thread: Surviving in Shadows [Saria & CharlotteV]

Lucas shifted on his feet and glanced towards the forest. Late. His brother had a tendency to be late, but... he had a bad feeling. The back of his neck itched and he rubbed at it. It always itched when there was trouble, and trouble seemed to find them more often than not lately. He glanced towards the rundown town they'd come across, fingers straying to the dagger at his hip. Maybe they'd gotten a little too greedy, but... it was hard not to take what they needed when they had the chance. He slipped away from the relative safety of outskirts of town, heading to where he knew his brother was. It wasn't magic, but an intuition he'd had since they were toddlers. His brother was a glimmer of golden thread in the darkness that was their world, one of the only things that kept him sane. Even if he did seem to attract trouble like flies to garbage. The sound of crunching leaves had him slowing, tugging the threadbare cloak tighter around him and lower over his head. He heard the dogs before he saw them and the men they were with, lifting his eyes up and up until he caught the shimmer of air hiding his brother from view. He breathed a soft sigh of relief, turning his attention back to the dogs, curling his fingers around the hilt of his dagger even as he stared at the beasts, willing them to find a scent that would lead them away. Animals were strange creatures, though he'd always had an affinity for them. Wild animals always turned docile around him without him even trying to calm them. C'mon, he grumbled, narrowing dark green eyes and leaning against the tree shielding him. Get lost...
Thread: Surviving in Shadows [Saria & CharlotteV]

His heart was going to actually pound out of his chest. Max curled his fingers into the bark under him so hard blood drew against his blunt nails, but he had to stay focused. Because if he didn't... you're invisible. Invisible, invisible, invisible. Please...please, please be invisible... Lucas was going to kill him. How late was he this time? Late enough his brother would finally give up on waiting for him? The day was coming, Max was sure of it. He was also sure that if it didn't he'd eventually piss the boy off enough he'd sign his own undoubtably creative death wish. Why. Why was this his life. One of the dogs whined and Max dared to open his eyes, watching the twin black shapes circle around each other a couple of times before they pulled against the ropes around their necks, leading their owners North. The men took a moment, still gazing upwards, before they decided to trust animal instincts over their own. Max let out a gust of breath before he dropped against the branch he was sitting on, counting himself damned lucky. And that's when he felt it. A bit of a...pull. Max had never quite been as aware of Lucas as his brother was him, but he still knew when the other boy was close. While Lucas could find Max just about anywhere like he was following a well known trail, Max could pinpoint him in a crowd within seconds. So an empty forest? No problem. He slid out of the tree easily, branch by branch, finger tips to toes, before jumping down to the ground. His hands were bleeding lightly, but he'd by far had worse. Light green eyes searched the trees until he found the one covering Lucas, and he snorted as he wiped his hands on his warn pants. Creeper, he muttered.