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The Land of Forever Fall
Aiden:
--- Quote from: Bern on September 17, 2021, 12:00:12 AM ---Valerie
"You are right...."
The continuation of her sentence was as swift as she was brutal, because just as Aerin had turned around to face her, the Vampire King's foot met her face and launched her through the nearest window.
"And that is why you go first. Now, who would like to go next?" She addressed the crowd of Elves with a jovial tone as if she hadn't just kicked someone out through the window. "If you would be so kind to come all once I would greatly appreciate it. I do so hope at least one of you is worthy of my time."
She couldn't wait to sink her fangs into some prime elven meat. Ah the nostalgia. She oh so hoped some brave warrior would step up and try to put her in her place, those truly were the fun ones. Idril had been like that before she claimed her.
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Valerie's Lesson
The bloodstains on Valerie's footwear were obvious to those who looked once she finished knocking the redheaded commoner through a window like that. It spoke well of them that despite the outrageous brutality the vampiric monarch had displayed they came at her with a semblance of discipline, all hard-eyed stares and unsettling silence while they surrounded her from all directions in rows with whatever weaponry they could have at the ready. There were just enough gaps between them that missed attacks wouldn't hurt their comrades, and where most opponents trying to weave their way through them would just leave themselves open to opportunism.
It also gave time for the ones up on the higher levels to start singing.
Idril
Idril was bare as the day she was born, all scarred tan muscle and intrigued smirks until she heard that much. A deep throated chuckle escaped her, and she began to clench her fists in excitement. Long tapered ears twitched. "I made the mistake of challenging her for her bravado and licentious arrogance and found myself... similarly propelled. I was not the only one - just she who got up and tried again."
SINIB:
Sakura
Sakura chuckled. She stepped out of her magical panties and dropped them loosely on the floor, allowing her immense member to snap up to attention. She wrapped her hand around the base of it and felt the gentle throb of her heartbeat through the smooth skin. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, allowing her perky tits to be put onto full display for the delectable elven woman.
"Heh. I'm strong, no doubt, but she's definitely still on another level compared to me. I don't think she's even a little serious out there—probably just killing some time and teaching some sort of lesson to your progeny while I fuck your brains out."
Sakura grinned, reaching up and tweaking one of her nipples. The woman's bare body was a magnificent specimen of a bodybuilder. Each and every muscle had been lovingly and carefully trained and crafted to near-perfection, a state of affairs locked into place forever by her vampiric genes. The purple-haired second heir of the Edelfeldts sauntered on over to the elf sitting on the bed, before slapping the tip of her cock against Idril's forehead playfully. "So, how'd you do? Do you think the you now could beat her?"
As much as fucking and drinking from a full-blooded elf appealed to her, the greater part of Sakura's being would rather be wrestling this woman into submission first, fighting her with everything she had and defeating her in that manner first. This was like eating only the gravy on top of the mashed potatos, and ignoring what really made it delicious.
SINIB:
--- Quote from: Aiden on September 18, 2021, 06:09:59 PM ---Lirazel
Lirazel shook her head even as her flush grew brighter. "It is very important that nobody can so freely see you except m- ah, that is to say only in the appropriate circumstances." The princess carefully moved about, taking in the hammer and her aforementioned puppet body in the corner of her vision always, and made as if to do something with the covering they had availed themselves of previously. Somewhere along the way she acquired a needle. "You may consider that form to be but a shell, but it is still a part of you others will sing of in praise! I will have them do so for the right reasons."
Speaking of singing, she began to move her needle about through the fabric whilst flitting about the room, collecting bits and pieces of material and widgets as she went along. Her voice began to hum out from within her throat, filling Thorra's ears and causing the linens to begin changing before her eyes. It was a waltz of weaving held before the weapon's eyes alone.
It would be impossible to track time were it not for the passage of the sun's light through the finely colored glass. It was a sight that ended only with Lirazel's dance coming to an end by Thorra's side, and a finished product being dropped upon her head with a triumphant "Hmmph!"
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Thorra
A feeling of apprehension built deep in the iron core of the hammerhead as Thorra suspiciously watched Lirazel walk around the room with a spring to her step, planning her nefarious clothening of the hammer. She didn't mind wearing clothes when merged with other people. After all, she was sharing their body with them. But wearing them on her own puppet body, which belonged to her, and solely her... It felt wrong, and she despised when people would attempt to force her to conform to social norms, to follow the rules, to act "properly." This was especially true when such behavior came from a place of love and genuine affection. It made it just that much more difficult for her to blow them off or get out of the clothing as fast as possible. She pouted as she watched Lirazel sing a beautiful, hand-crafted blouse and dress for her, adorned with golden threads which matched her hair and a smooth ivory-colored finish. It would be plainly obvious to Lirazel that Thorra was distinctly unhappy with this idea as the clothes laid atop her head. She didn't hate the way it looked, but...
Thorra grumbled. "I'll try and put it on before we leave." She gently took it off her head and placed it next to her with the utmost care and respect.
Aiden:
Lirazel
Lirazel, her face still flush from the effort of so rapidly readying raiment for her ribald paramour, gazed upon her with eyes as keen as a hawk. Then, after a moment, she extended her hand to Thorra with a much gentler smile. "It gladdens me that you are willing to try it on, as detestable as you find it. Thank you, Thorra. If you find it intolerable afterward then I will speak no more of the matter."
"Now, let us greet properly my dear friend."
YOLF:
Folainluc
His hurried footsteps came back into earshot of the princess and her companion with timely aplomb. Elfglass and fine porcelain clattered as he emerged from the last stretch of the rise, but not one thing spilled or fell off in the hasty manuevers. And no sooner had he made the last of the stairs, did Folainluc raise higher the silver tray he brought and unfolded wheeled legs from under it, setting it on the floor so he could simply push it. The wheels made no sound as the set of delicacies and refreshments was brought to them, but the knight had to pause when it came the time to look upon them, and smiled with due consideration a second later.
"Here we are, my ladies!" He said, bringing the tray to a halt. A colorful grouping of desirable snacks stood out for them, such as delicate, sugar-sprinkled treats like flower petals, grape-sized fruits by a bowl of fluffy cream, flat, caramel-colored biscuits, tea of a blend exclusive to making of the Houses of Endien, and a honeyed, refreshing nectar drink in a crystalline container.
Not willing to stop there, he pulled chairs along for each of them before beginning the conversation proper as he inquired with his eyes how to begin plating their choices. "So, Miss Thorra, I am given to understand you played a rather flashy part on the walls! Before anything else, though I'm certain the princess has already impressed upon you the significance of your deeds, please, accept my thanks in looking out for our soldiers. Any one life your contribution saved means more than I can express."
He managed with no small effort to not gawk as he addressed her.
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