Thread: What the Desert Lord Wants (w/ Chaos)

Yes, I just hope they made it through the desert safely is all... I will see them again, Eliana said to herself. In my own home, safe behind the gates of my father's keep. She thought it best not to voice this, however, and remained silent a moment. It was ironic. When she had left Theussa, she had dreaded returning home. Her father had been loathe to let her leave his watchful gaze that first time, she could scarcely hope he would let her leave again. Now, however, all should could think about was finding a way back there. Highhold Keep was a cold and forbidding fortress, carved right into the jagged rock of the mountain, but it was the only home she had every known. The thought of never returning made her heart ache. Ah...yes...what to eat, she said, suddenly, ripping herself from her thoughts. I think I'd like to start with a glass of wine. Dry red, perhaps? Nothing too sweet. I need something to sooth my nerves... She wondered what sort of food the desert lord kept in his larder. Even though it bordered desert, the port of Theussa had always had an exotic variety of cuisines and dishes. Out here wherever here was, exactly in what surely must be the barren desert, food would be a bit more difficult to come by. Still, he was a king, surely he must eat as luxuriously as the nobles back home? After that, I suppose some cheeses and bread would be good. A selection of summer fruits would complement that nicely, I think. Oranges are my favorite. A meat pie or some roasted quail, whichever you have on hand. Some fruit tarts or lemon cakes would be nice. Spiced apple tarts are best, though. Of course she had no intention of eating all of that. Just a taste here and there. She was accustomed to being given far more to eat than she could possibly put away. At any rate, she was being held here against her will, she might as well enjoy herself. ------------- Indeed, I have my Lord. Nisse smirked as he stoked her chin. She had seen much of the world above. The tattoos that decorated her body in swirling patterns of flowers and designs and elvish script all held a story. Many of them covered scars and slave brands, ghosts of her previous life. It had been a cruel existence for her above ground. She worried about her Lord's ambitions up there. You tease me, my lord, she cooed as she felt his hands sliding over her satin skin. As if you've forgotten all of my... experience. As he guided her to her feed, she met his gaze and tossed her head coyly. Her long black hair sliding to the side, revealing her voluptuous breasts. She still remembered the day he bought her from the disgusting, diseased brothel where she had been enslaved. How he bargained for her with his gold... and knife. Elvish slaves were hard to come by, he must have had to break a few fingers to get her former master to give her up. She had been petulant and cruel to him at first. Her time at the hands of evil men had made her bitter. But, with time, and patience, he had won her over and she now held genuine affection for her Lord. She owed him a great debt. He allowed her much freedom and indulged her two great passions the hookah and women. She was more than happy to sate his passions in return. So sorry to have made you ravenous, she said, not sounding apologetic at all. I just can't help myself One of the massive support pillars of the cavernous harem stood before her. She felt the Lord press up behind her and she braced herself against the cool stone. The heat of his lust bore down on her as he pressed close to her. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, excited. Her loins were wet with anticipation. Before she could speak again, she felt him press close to her and thrust his manhood inside of her. He ripped into her so deeply and swiftly, that it stung. It was exquisite. She cried out in both pain and pleasure. Yes, my Lord, Nisse moaned. I can take it. Give me your rage. Your frustration! Ah! As his thrusts became more forceful and intense, she could feel his rage in the grip on her hips and the panting of his breath. This was why she had approached him to begin with. He needed this. He needed her. It had been a while since he had taken her, preferring his favorites to her flesh. But now he needed her strength and her sex. Her body responded joyfully. The slap of wet skin echoed through the chamber, punctuated by her moans of pleasure.