Thread: The Conquest by The People (darkest_fate and google)

RE The Conquest by The People Emmalee showed no surprise at the creature's command off the language. She had, after all, been among those to properly judge the People's power and might long before now. Nonetheless, standing in the presence of this being of great power sent shivers down the royal's spine. She might have control over the magicks of her land, but she was naught compared to this impressive being. He proved that with his mere presence, let alone with the words and his command of her language. Those words did make Emmalee flinch, feeling her pride stripped away with each syllable. Not prisoner, not ransom, nothing but cattle. As if Emmalee didn't understand the implications enough, there existed a very physical reminder. The other woman's head lolled toward her master as he spoke, her head lolling so that her eyes turned toward him. A strange mixture of feelings showed in the beautiful exotic woman's gaze devotion and lust intermixed with something akin to disgust and terror. Yet the black haired beauty did nothing but shiver as the tendrils pulled at her scant clothing. The veils of silk had clearly been placed upon the woman's body more as a hint toward power and an accent to her beauty than for any defense of modesty. you could easily see her dark nipples poking through the fabric, and if you looked closer, you could see hints of markings upon those. Now a tendril parted, showing the captive beauty's clear flesh. Strange symbols had clearly been etched, showing her ownership and breeding. Jewels hung about her, adornment that spoke of a desire to make her more appealing. That slight movement showed a sparkling gem embedded in the captive's navel. More precious metals seemed to pierce her nipples as well, causing them to swell toward her master. Yet the most terrifying sight for Emmalee was the parting of the slave's lips. This beautiful woman, clearly an exotic treasure, easily parted her lips to welcome the tendrils. Warm, delicate muscles worked against the tendrils, moving as if to suck or kiss at the slightest hint of a command. More perverse still, a blush, a flush had come over the woman, and she squirmed in a manner not unlike a common doxy. The sight sickened Emmalee, causing her stomach to twist violently. This was what she was to become, what fate lay in store for her. No, she hardened her will and looked to her new... captor? Master? Owner? No, she would think of him as her captor and she his prisoner. He might have rein over her body, possibly even influence her mind, but Emmalee's heart and soul were hers to keep. She tried to draw herself as upright as possible. Her people, whatever bits of them remained, would honor and remember her sacrifice. This would have to be balm enough. I am... I am your property then, she said, her voice trembling only slightly. She inclined her head toward the girl. I assume I shall end up like her? there seemed little point in denying it. Emmalee looked to the creature, her gaze roaming him. What precisely did he have planned for her? Surely their species would not be... compatible. Emmalee had heard rumors, but they always said such things about foreign powers. It was altogether likely that Emmalee would become an ornament, a showcase of power much like the other beauty. I suppose there is no point in attempting negotiation? she asked, her eyes locking into his. She had to at least try one last time. For her people.