Edana, Goddess of Passion (Xana and Durihan)

“Have you heard of the Goddess Edana?” Sven asked over the fire. The stars were already out, the night sky a blanket for the Kingdom of Felhine. And beneath the stars, sitting in the midst of a forest was a man and woman around a fire. The man a strong and proud warrior of the north, broad shoulders accompanied by defined and battle tested muscle. He looked very much the part of a barbarian, and the way he fought only confirmed that. But who Sven really was was a mercenary, and adventurer, a sell sword. Traveling the kingdom to experience life at it's fullest. And the woman across from him? Her name was Charlotte, a daughter of a nobleman who up until a few hours ago was in the oh so unfortunate care of a group of raiders. The two had stopped to set up camp, the journey back to Charlotte's home still a half a days travel.

“She is the deity of Passion. She turns none away that seek comfort, acceptance. A lover to all. I praise Edana for my victory against those raiders and finding a beauty as yourself waiting.” Sven said with a soft smile, his long blonde hair hanging in it's usual care free manner. Even with the scars of battle old along his flesh, Sven was still very handsome. And maybe he flaunted it, the use of no armor improved mobilty dramatically in combat. But it also showed his physique. He sat there now in just his usual cloak, pants, and boots. His large sword resting against a nearby tree.

“In the capitol of Felhine, there is a temple to Edana. Where priestess's of similar beauty to your's praise Edana in the practices of Passion that honor her.” He added as he got up, taking his cloak off and moving over to Charlotte's side. Softly bringing the cloak around the woman's shoulders before continuing. “I wish to share those practices with you tonight. So that we may honor the Goddess, and live as we were intended.” Sven continued, Charlotte looking up to him with unknowing but curious gazes. It didn't take long at all before the cloak around her shoulders slipped to the ground and the two followed. The cloak a bed of sorts that Sven would take Charlotte on, with the fire at his back and the young maiden below, truly Edana was being praised that night. Of course it wasn't the only place for such devotions to be enacted.

The very temple Sven spoke of, in the Capitol of Felhine was alive that very night. To call it a brothel would be an insult, seeing how brothels were kept to the outer reaches of the city. The temple of Edana was one of many temples, built and placed within the inner sphere of the city. Yes, for some gold one could sleep with the gorgeous priestess's that called the temple home. But what temple didn't accept payment for service? The Sect of Dorfane took gold for prophetic guidance on people's futures, and the Sect of Bro'Kul took gold for administering the rites of the dead. Just because the Sect of Edana performed acts of flesh didn't make their worship, their deeds any less divine. Regardless people came from all corners of the kingdom just for one night with the Divine prostitutes of Edana. And Gareth was no different.

Where Gareth came from, what Gareth did for a living, what family he claimed no one knew. Nor would they ask, he was a man that only appeared at night in the Capitol. An air of uneasiness seemed to befall any that crossed his path. And yet those that Gareth took interest in, those he pursued seemed to be transfixed by him, fascinated. But what else would they feel? Gareth was a vampire after all, no stranger then the ogres of the south or the fae, but definitely a being of much dismay and hatred. So the very fact that he was a vampire wasn't something he threw around the Capitol. Why should he though? Who he was, what he was, none of that was important. It had nothing to do with his prolonged visit to the Capitol anyways. The only thing that did matter to him was the temple, more importantly the priestess that had somehow pulled every interest and obsession Gareth had ever experienced onto none other but herself.

The man entered the temple and was greeted by the familiar flames that danced on top of iron bowls. Their light showing the main hall of the temple filled with patrons and priestesses. “Edana be praised, it is always a pleasure to see patrons return.” Came the soft chime of a woman's voice, clothed in nothing more then a silk white robe that hung loosely from her curves. “Dare I ask if you are interested in any other priestesses tonight?” Her question fell on deft ears though as Gareth simply produced a pouch from his belt, holding it out for the priestess to take before he made his way further into the temple. Into the mass of humans and non-humans a like laughing, drinking, and moving away to more secluded chambers of the temple. There was only one priestess that Gareth desired, that he craved, a nymph who's touch somehow warmed his cold flesh. Her blood as fresh and intoxicating as the very first being that Gareth had ever fed on. Just one more taste, just one more night would surely be enough. A lie that Gareth told himself in jest, just to make him smirk and pass the time as he searched for his priestess.

Iris sat at the koi pond in the courtyard of the temple, running her fingers over the otherwise serene waters. Golden fish followed in her wake, the moonlight reflecting off the reds and whites of their scales. The nymph was a rare site in the city, but not to those who frequented the temple. Iris had served the Goddess Edana for nearly ten years, not that her years of service could be seen on her smooth skin. A wild mass of red curls cascades from her head, seemingly always in the way as she brushed back an errant curl.

In her wake, the fragrances of the fruit trees in the courtyard filled the air, the nymphs enchanted presence lending itself to the lush surroundings. She pulled a peach from a tree, biting into its succulent flesh, letting it’s juices soak her lips and roll down her chin. She could hear the footsteps behind her, soft, yet measured. Moving towards their goal, her. She recognized him, smiling to herself as he drew closer.

“I’d offer you a bite, but I am afraid it’s not to your taste,” Iris offered her visitor, noting the lack of heartbeat in his presence. Verdant green eyes turned to meet his, welcoming warmth that couldn’t be denied. “It is good to see you again, Gareth.”

If they were meeting outside of the context of the temple of Edana, things would have certainly gone differently. Were they meeting in the wilds, it would be a fight, a fierce battle, between them, one striving to gain the upper hand over the other. It was not uncommon for his kind to hunt down her kind, the Fae’s blood as sweet and warm as it was rare. They weren’t meeting out in the wilds, however. There were meeting in the temple, as they had many times before. She moved to embrace him, arms wrapped around his neck as she pressed her body against his. She brought a kiss to his lips, letting him taste the desire upon her breath. She enjoyed his visits as much as he did.

Like most evenings, she wore little, having no concept of shame of her body, or nudity, and not needing anything to keep her warm. A natural pattern of ivy and leaves adorned her body, covering as much as she needed to, modeled after the modestly her fellow priestess’ showed. She was certainly warm enough for the both of them.

“Should we retire to my chambers, or would you like to walk about the grounds with me?” She offered, taking his arm in her own. He knew the way to her room, and so she deferred to his preference.

It was always the same for Gareth whenever he saw his prey for the night. As if time itself slowed down, giving him every moment he needed to plan and attack. But such instinctual advantages did little in this situation except accentuate Iris every movement. The rest of the temple blurred from the sides of his vision as he gazed upon her vibrant red hair. With each step he could hear the soft movements of water as her hand danced upon it's surface. Even approaching from behind he could picture those lips as she breathed, those lips as she took a peach and bit into it's succulent flesh. Truly magnificent. And just as quickly as he entered his state did he leave it, standing just behind Iris as she spoke.

“And you as well my Lotus.” Gareth replied as their eyes met, a hand reaching down to help the nymph up as the two never seemed to break the gaze. Her body had a comforting warmth too it that Gareth found almost as intoxicating as her blood, even fully clothed he could feel the soothing touch of her flesh. Though it failed in comparison to the touch of lips, pressed to his with only moments notice. The juices of that peach held no flavor for Gareth but it mattered little in comparison to the taste of her lips. His arms came around her body, resting at the nape of her back as their kiss continued. Had it been a week? Several days? Only a day? Whatever amount of time it was too much, that desire on her breath met with Gareth's own as he pulled her a little more against himself.

Set aside from Iris's blood, a desire that Gareth had come to view as futile and unnecessary was that of sex. It's sensations paled in comparison to that of feeding, but somehow with Iris the joys of such an act graced Gareth once more. Be it through her Goddess's will or whatever mystical effect that came with laying with a nymph, Gareth had found his desire for her blood and her flesh quite interchangeable at times. Forbidden fruit being the sweetest after all.

All too suddenly however that embrace ended, her lips moved from his and Gareth was found in wanting of more. His eyes followed her like she was escaping prey as she moved to his side, his arm tense until she took it in her own. The idea to take her here before the koi pond definitely wasn't uncommon, just walking into the temple there were already a number of patrons and priestesses engaging in “praise”. However the extent to which Iris and Gareth indulged, wasn't a sight that most people cared to see. “The night is young, a walk with you sounds wonderful.” He stated with a smile, of course his eyes were trained on her as they started to move together.

“I can't imagine I am the only creature that finds you in favor, yet every night I find you waiting beside the pond's waters. Could you be waiting for me?” Gareth asked as they left the koi pond, smirking a little. The Temple of Edana was open to all, any culture, any race or species. As such the decorations of it's main hall was always a melting pot. Iris had a beautiful little garden by the koi pond, where another priestess had long tapestries that cascaded down from the ceiling to the bed she would lay waiting. Gareth and Iris passing by the very bed with the priestess seeming to have her hands full with two very adamant young men, mostly likely sons of nobles in the city.

Iris walked about the gardens with Gareth, taking in the lovely sight of the stars twinkling above them, and the moon reflected upon the koi pond. “You know the Goddess empowers us to choose who we take to our bed. Even within the contract of our service.” She explained to him. “Everyone is welcome here, and anyone dedicated to the dogma of beauty and passion may serve the Goddess. Our service is never compelled, but always chosen freely. It is not just the desire of our patrons that we serve. We serve our own desire, as well.”

She guided him to a clearing in the grove. It was one of her favorite spots at the temple. The bouquet of the fruit trees permeated the air, and reminded her of home. It was here were she felt most at peace, and somehow the presence of a predator turned lover made that sensation all the sweeter. She rose up some vines to from a bed fr them to lie upon, the ivy tightly interwoven to be both soft, and sturdy.

She sat him upon the natural bedding, taking a deeper kiss from his lips this time. She took off his jacket, caressing his shoulders and arms as her tongue slip out to meet his, open her mouth to grant him access. Her nimble fingers untied his cravat, and unbuttoned his shift, soft fingers caressing the polished marble of his chest. One more hungry kiss, moaning into his mouth, as she slipped him out of his shirt. Dropping to her knees as she broke the seal of their lips, she began untying his boots, pulling them off without losing his gaze. This was a tender act as much as it was a hungry one, as she pulled off his clothes, unbuckling his belt, pulling his pants off now as well, until he was nude, just as she was before him.

“How would you like to start?” She asked as the ivy covering her recede to reveal every inch of her to him. The full teardrops breasts, the faint rose of her areola and nipples. The same faint rose where her legs met, her body blooming in desire for him. She pulled her thick hair up, tying it high upon her head, revealing the two small teeth marks on the back of her neck, where it curved into her shoulder. “Would you like to taste me? Or shall I taste you?”

How Iris did it, Gareth would never know. Over the years he ha very well become jaded in many ways. And yet at but a single utterance of being desire, Gareth couldn't help but smile. It was no secret that a vampire could manipulate and control others. And those super natural beings that were immune to such power either immediately killed the vampire or ran from it. Nymphs were such beings that preferred the first option over the last. Be it from fear due to the potency of their blood, or the disgust of a being completely and utterly corrupt from it's natural form. When a Nymph and a Vampire met, either the Nymph would be drained completely dry... Or the Vampire would be hung out in a viney prison to a wait the coming sun rise. So for Iris to desire him, to truly want him of her own free will... Be it a stroke of the ego or just one more sensation, Gareth couldn't help but obsess over her more.

Time seemed to pass by faster then normal when he was with Iris, and yet any moment without her felt like a waste of his time. Before Gareth realized he was sitting on a bed of ivy Iris had moved in to kiss him. Though to call it a kiss would be in lacking. There was desire, need, longing in those lips as they pressed to his. Her tongue quick to follow and press to his. He matched her intensity with his own, hands coming up to grab at her hips, trying to pull her more into himself. Of course she had other ideas, being the removal of his clothing. His jacket, cravat, and shirt finding their way to the ground. She baited him with a passionate kiss, an even more so with a moan as their lips locked.. And yet in an instant she moved away, dropping to her knees to continue with his clothing. Gareth finding himself disappointed, that disappointment fading rather quickly though as their gaze continued to be locked on one another.

His eyes watched every bit of ivy recede from her body, images of the things he had done to each exposed part of her coming into his head. Her breasts, how he caressed them, how he fucked him, how he came on them. Her nipples, an almost scary temptation when he sucked upon them to bite down. And her folds, truly a spot of utter devotion.. Many a night spent ravaging it, caressing it. This night would be no different. Of course set aside of her physical beauty there was that one thing that Gareth desire just as much, Iris pulling her hair up so that Gareth could freely indulge of her neck.

“Please, I would like to taste.” He added before bringing his hands down to her, helping her up to join him on the bed. Though he didn't move, Iris finding her place upon his lap only inches from his face. The heat from her body relaxed Gareth. The smell of peaches and flowers seemed to woft from her. One of his hands moved to the back of her head, softly tilting it to the side while the other went down to the end of her back, just above her round shapely ass. He pushed her own a little more for her to press herself to his member. Though it took only seconds before she would feel the familiar sharp pain in her neck, his teeth biting the same spot upon her flesh.

By impulse alone his hands pushed harder, gripped her hair harder, his prey not escaping as he fed. Though he didn't expect her to. With each pump of her heart her neck would surge with blood, Gareth's lips practically glued to her neck so not a single drop could escape. That moan that she had let pass or lips while they kissed was returned now as Gareth groaned into her neck. His eyes starting to dilate as her blood practically felt like a drug. His cock seemed to grow harder and longer every moment he fed upon her. Gareth thrusting up to rub against her moist and heated entrance. Though it he would stop after a little while, head cocked back to look up at the moon. His mouth wide open, lips red from her blood, sharp long fangs dripping red. He would quickly look back at her, forcing a hungry kiss against her lips.

His fangs would disappear as they kissed, her own blood being pressed to her lips, to her tongue. This only caused Gareth of course to suck on her tongue, her lips. To completely and utterly have his way with her mouth in both a need for her blood and a craving for her. Truly Gareth felt alive again.

Iris could sense the need radiating from him as he pulled her onto his lap. Her breathing quickened as his cock pulsed against her entrance, grazing the sensitive lips with each longing throb. His body was cool and hard against her soft warm flesh. They were almost perfect opposites, her the epitome of nature, and him, as unnatural as a being could be. Yet, instead of their differences being jarring, they seemed to compliment one other, fitting perfectly together. Her breasts smoothed into the firm musculature of his chest, her thighs hugged the outside of his, her fingers fisted in his hair. The ice of his lips played along her neck, finding that spot towards the back. His spot.

Iris whimpered as his teeth worried into her flesh, her skin resisting for but a moment, until it receded, letting the blood flow into his hungry mouth. As her life left her body to his, she could feel his heart beating in his chest, pumping in time with hers, as her essence brought it to life. He grew hot as he siphoned her warmth, but the desire growing between her thighs kept her content.

“Gareth…” She sighed, returning his tight embrace with her own, losing herself in the feeding. She could feel him growing harder as he drained her, his manhood flexing against her, the tip just entering her eager sex. Taking the kiss with equal hunger, she tasted herself on him, staining her lips red as his. She might not have found the same pleasure in the taste as he did, but she found pleasure in his pleasure, in him taking his pleasure form her. And beneath her, his length quivered in that same need. Moreover, she was trembling in that need, her body pumping her lust into his, until it was their lust.

She couldn’t wait any longer, sliding herself upon his shaft, her head rolling back as she absorbed him. A long shuddering sigh left her lips as she sheathed him, rather excited by the idea of taking it from him. He took her blood, and now she would take his passion, take his passion to satisfy her own. She movement slow and deep, feeling his every inch pressed against her inner silk. Her movements to dramatic and deliberate, elongated strokes upon him. Her entire body moved alongside his, her back arched, her hips rolled, her legs held him into her. She brought her hands up to cup her breasts, loving the way they yielded to his strong hands. Her own hands pushing down, pushing into him, caressing and pinning him all at once.

“So good!” She praised, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, “Truly Edana looks down upon us this evening.” Her voice was breathless and reverent, lost in the rapture of their union.

Gareth would bring his lips back down to her neck, licking up what blood had started to dribble down her neck. At the wound she would feel his tongue run along it, the very flesh slowly closing up till nothing but the scar was left. His lips kissing the scar once before Iris got the better of him with her pushing and forced the man back to lay on her bed of vines. The euphoria that came with being bitten from a vampire Iris seemed to amplify her desire, though Gareth never dove to much in asking about it. How could he fathom that she was taking something from him after he took her blood? And yet no woman could make Gareth feel whatever it was that Iris made him feel. No woman had the man lost in hours of fantasy like Iris did.

He watched as his Nymph lover bounced upon his manhood, her inner silk taking every inch of his member like it was made for him. Gareth's hands caressed Iris's full breasts, the warmth and smoothness of them as he squeezed and pushed the mounds together was as soothing as the action was erotic. Thumbs and fingers coming to her nipples to softly pinch and pull, only to let go and grope her breasts as a whole as she continued to ride his cock, to take his passion and show him how she was really the only one worthy of it. His desire for her didn't just stem from the rarity of her blood, her beauty and her skills in service of her Goddess held their own in the man's Obsession.

“Then let us make her turn her gaze with rose colored cheeks.” Gareth stated before his hands moved from her breasts, grabbing Iris and bringing her down onto her bed. Moving in a fluid motion he turned and got her onto her back without pulling out of her heated and wet lower embrace. His eyes never left hers, gazing into their perfection to see the lust she shared with him. The man's hips moving back to thrust the full length of his member inside of her. His flesh slapping against hers, his need for her only matched by her need for him. Long, hard, yet slow thrusts to emphasize his need. Wanting to see her reactions, to hear her moan and cry out for more.

And yet the irony was that he didn't want her to say anything... Or at least not be able too, leaning down his lips couldn't help but press to her own, groaning into her mouth. He wanted to share her breath since he had none, he wanted to taste her once more. Though not of her blood but of her mouth, to intoxicate himself with her perfection. Because that was what he saw in her, his perfect lotus in this field of decay that was the Capitol Felhine.

Iris let out a thrilled squeal as Gareth lifted her so easily and placed her on her back, not once breaking the joining of their flesh. There was nothing else in the world but them, the sound of their bodies meeting and moving against each other, their delightful cries of pleasure and praise to the Goddess. She gazed up at him, and him back down at her, as his long, hard, deliberate motions drove within her. She reveled in every inch of him, her body gleefully yielding to his, accepting him completely. Everything he was, she accepted, and everything he wanted, she gave, willingly. She wanted to give it to him, wanted him to have it, and wanted him to give it back to her in return.

“Gareth...” she tried to called out, as he drank the name from her lips, savored the taste of her yearning upon her breath. Her arms came up around his armed, hands resting on the back on his shoulders, pulling him into and against her, not wanting even an inch of separation between them.

“More,” She pleaded him, begged him, as he released her mouth from his hunger. Her hip moved against his, her legs came up to grip his waist, keeping him within her depths. “More,” she called again, demanding this time. Insistent, as her breathing grew labored and perspiration appeared on her brow. “More!” She screamed into the night, beseeching both him and Edana, nails digging into his back, ankles hooked into his hips, back arched into him.

She cried wordlessly as her release took her. A deep scarlet blush passed over her feature, traveling along the path of he blood, leaving her quaking in it’s wake. Trembling around his body, as the climax took her, claimed her, until there was nothing left but to surrender to it.

“Gareth…” she exhaled, as her breathing caught up to her blood, pulsing through her veins. “Goddess..’ she acknowledged, coming down from nirvana. She kissed him, still moving against him, in time with him, craving the feel of his release as well.

It was like a fire really, started small but as more fuel was added the flames only grew larger and hotter. Hearing his name escape those lips of hers had his hips thrusting faster, feeling her arms and legs come around to hold him that much more against her had his hips grinding against hers with each full thrust. Hearing her plead for more, demand more had their flesh slapping loudly against one another. Gareth tettering on the edge of passionate sex and animalistic lust. That fire a raging inferno once her ankles hooked to his hips, her nails dug into his back, and her back arched for the first release she would experience.

Gareth's hips pressed firmly against her own as her body rode out the euphoric high of such a climax, his member buried as deep as he could get it for her to squeeze and squirm upon. His eyes were glued on her face, how she looked at him, how she closed her eyes and moaned only to open them and look to him once more. The only thing stealing his attention was the deep scarlet blush upon her features, his eyes following it as blood coursed through her body. An oh too familiar craving starting to creep up once more.

However what brought the man back to the moment was nothing else but Iris's subtle movements. The joys of the flesh almost masked once more by the joys of blood. She actually got Gareth to groan, his attentions coming back to the more carnal activity the two were very much caught up in. His hips matched her own, the craving for release just as potent. Though one of his hands moved up to her head, softly pulling so she would expose that beautiful neck of hers once more.

Gareth waited though, his hips meeting hers, his cock delving inside again and again. Her warm and wet inner walls still tight as they squeezed him, as they tried to coax his release as well. The desire for release evident in his movements as he gazed into her eyes. Unable to look away for a moment as he took his perfect lotus, up to the point where he buried himself fully inside of her once more to unload his seed. Infertile of course, the of the many curses of undeath, but still he came inside of her. Of course his release was matched with a quick and sudden motion, leaning in so he could sneak his teeth into her neck once more.

The man groaned loudly into her neck as he fed once more, indulging in not only the bliss of an orgasm but the pleasure of feeding. Luckily he had the support of a bed beneath him because if he was standing such a combo would most definitely keep him from standing. Gareth feeding till his cock stopped pumping his cum into her, his tongue coming out to lick the wound and seal it before he moved back. Even though he had finished cumming his cock was still hard, still throbbing even. Partially due to the touch up of blood, but mostly because of the pinnacle of his desires beneath him filled with his seed. “I think it is your turn for a taste.” Gareth stated with a bit of a smirk, his hips moving back just enough for his cock to escape the lips of her pussy.

The act of him feeding upon her as he came was incredible. The blood pumped form her body to his, as his seed pumped from his body to hers. He replaced every drop of her essence with his lust, taking the warmth from her body but replacing it with her own. It was nearly enough to send her over the edge again, as she quivered under the weight of this bliss. “Oh course. I long to savor you, as you have savored me.”

She took a moment to breathe as he pulled out and off her, briefly jealous of the fact he no longer needed to. Still, she pushed him, gently, yet eagerly down on the bed, eyeing his attentive organ. Licking her lips she got herself into position, looking up the length of his body. Her tongue found the base of his member, running up along the bulge underneath. Collecting the proof of their worship, and moaning into the taste of them, together. His veins pulsed with the blood he drank from her, and she returned the pleasure he had given her in the draining of it.

Her soft, plump lips wrapped around his crown, indulgently sucking him. She let her saliva roll down his shaft, and she ringed her tongue around the tip. Slowly, she moved down his meat, slavering her way down. Her eyes never left his, other than to close occasionally when the taste was exquisite, as his marble cock disappeared between her red lips. She kiss the base of his manhood, as the blunt head pushed into her throat. She came up now, maintaining a measured pace, engulfing his entire shaft each time.

Her hand sought his as she bobbed hard and faster each time. Her other hand caressed his abs and chest, feeling his muscles moving and working just under his pale skin. She would not stop until she received this offering to the Goddess, drinking down the proof of their passion. His cock was coating with her drool, as she pumped him between sultry silken cheeks, and her eager tongue danced along his veins.

To imagine, a creature that wanted to savor him? There was a sick pleasure in the thought, though of course not in the same way that he savored her she still found some way to leave Gareth in awe of her, in need. Not just in the flesh but in her composure, her demeanor, whatever it was that kept her from looking at him in fear, that kept her in such confidence when at any moment he could drink more then he should. Yet here she was now able to look him dead in the eyes and take from him, demand from him. It was something he hadn't felt in centuries.

He would fall to the floor if that was where she wished him to go, his perfect lotus positioning him on the ivy bed so she could get her own taste. Gareth couldn't help but indulge in the sight of her, moving into position. Though that indulgence turned into overwhelming pleasure once her tongue came out to rub against the base of his cock. Be it from the first orgasm or something only explained by Edana herself, that first lick caused Gareth to thrust up on impulse, to even moan. “Iris..” He couldn't even keep eye contact anymore, head tilting back as she started to suck his member into her mouth.

And yet when he gained control of his faculties the first thing he saw with his head tilted back down was Iris's eyes, locked in a hypnotic gaze that she most certainly didn't break on his account. Gareth's hands gripping what he could of the ivy bed as he laid there, as she practically engulfed his member into her mouth, into her throat. His cock already throbbing from overstimulation as she paused to kiss his manhood, as she moaned with it in her mouth. Gareth moaned louder, trying to groan but just didn't have the composure.

Gareth never admit it, but what pushed him over the edge wasn't the finishing barrage of constant full movements up and down his length. It wasn't how her tongue danced along his veins or how she drooled so she could go faster. What did it was the simplest of gestures, the feeling of her handing his own as she did this for him. As she pleasured him. His hand gripped hers tightly as he started to climax, balls pumping seed once more into Iris's body. Only at a different hole. That eye contact broken once more as Gareth tilted his head back, moaning out Iris's name as his hips started to thrust up with each pulse of his cock.

He never let go of her hand, not even once his cock went limp in her mouth. He simply pulled her softly, as if beckoning her and asking if she would join him. Gareth knew she would, and once she was well laying on top of him the man didn't hesitate at all in kissing the woman. One arm coming around to hold her to himself, the other one flat at his side with her hand still in his. His eyes gazing into her own as he laid there. “You should leave with me...” Gareth stated softly, as if afraid saying those words might change what was happening. But really he feared the answer she might give. “That wouldn't be so bad would it?” He asked with a grin, kissing her again before she could even answer.

Iris lied in Gareth’s arms, enjoying the feeling of closeness, and the heat he had siphoned from her body. She wasn’t exactly cold, but she was comforted by his affection. She wished they could sleep in each other’s arms, but he needed the confines of a sunless enclosure. He must have had the same desire though, as he spoke his words.

“I can be possessed no more than one could possess a river or the wind. To keep me as yours would be to kill me, Gareth. To kill everything you love about me.” She explained, mournfully, wishing she could be both Iris, and his. But it would never work, she could never be happy, even if they made love under the stars every night. She was a force of nature, and nature was not meant to be kept.

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Nyssa and Qaithe traveled through the city, wearing the robes that indicated service to Edana, and holding their heads proudly. The two elven women received many stares, but no cruel words. Priestesses of Edana received respect in this town, even when they were elves, who were not always welcome in the capital of Felhine. They were on church business after all, to administer grace to the House of Centos, and the celebration they were having today. The landed knight paid very well to have two elves summoned to his residence, and neither girl was in a position to refuse.

It was rather rare for a landed knight to choose a nonhuman priestess for worship. Nyssa paid the though little mind, seeing an opportunity to build greater relationship between the human and the elves in the service of Edana. It was why the curvy silver elf had chosen service, after all. As a daughter to the elven ambassador to the city, Nyssa saw service under Edana as a great help to bridging the communities.

Qaithe the drow was not nearly as optimistic as her fair skinned sister. Drow were especially hated out of all the elven races in Felhine. Within the church, all races were welcome, both to serve and to receive blessing, but outside the temple walls, the common people were not so forgiving. Qaithe found dignity in her service, as Drow women were favored by those who craved a firmer touch in their worship. Still she was apprehensive, as they reached the Centos Manor.

The women were lead into the main hall by servants who did not look them in the eye. The Banquet was set out before them, and almost a dozen knights in service to house Centos were present, including the young master of the household. He had recently brought great glory to his house in war, held the favor of the king.

“But I could put you in a pot, set you before my window. Brilliant no?” Gareth asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, though the truth of the matter was she couldn't. She was right though, the very fact that she wouldn't be his made him obsess over her, the very fact that she... wait did she say love? The man looked at her with a bit of a smirk. “What makes you think I love you little lotus?” He asked, even more sarcasm in his voice as he kissed her. “I haven't experienced love in centuries, what makes you so special?” Again he kissed her, unable to keep himself from playing a little with the banter. Though what was really surprising was the feeling below his waist, a pressure against his cock. His member growing erect once more without the need for that initial bloody pick up. What better time for his body to answer that love question for him. But before she could comment he would turn her onto her back, “I'm going to love you to death then!” He added, assaulting her in the most passionate and loving way he could. No matter how coy or clever he tried to disguise himself as, the truth remained that he did love her. And he had a few more hours of nightfall to show it!

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Conquest, battle, war. Name it what you will the fight for king and country was ingrained in the Centos blood line. Spanning all the way to the founding of the kingdom a Centos always held clout in Felhine's army. Be it in the position of General, of Tactician, or even leading the front lines of the Vanguard the Centos bloodline is feared on the battlefield. None greater then the newest Centos to take the upper ranks of the King's Armies. Magnus Centos, Tactician and Vanguard leader, no one would be surprised to see him ascend to the rank of General. No one his age has ever come close to the amount of victories in both open warfare and sieges. His thirst for victory only matched by the hatred he shows for any that cross his blade. Orcs and Ogres from the north, heads chopped off and stuck up spears. Dwarves and Goblins from the south, chopped to pieces for the dogs. And even Elves and Nymphs coming from the east, scalped with their ears ripped off. He made sure that all enemies and those that might become an enemy feared the West, feared the race of man. Which made tonight a rather interesting event with the request of two elven priestesses. But what was there to fear? Such brutal acts were done in times of war, never within the capitol. That would be lunacy.

This was a time for celebration after all! Centos had returned with one of the King's Armies, having vanquished a terrible demon within the Forest of None. It's carcass was dragged back for the people to see that no creature could withstand the might of Felhine. Even though it was dead the monster was quite hideous, a mass of black flesh with dead tentacles limp at it's sides. What looked to be a large crevice in the front of the demon looked more like a giant eye socket then anything else. One could only imagine what Centos did to the eye. But Felhine was safe again, if it had ever been in danger in the first place... So celebration was in order! Magnus treating the captains of the army to his manor for a feast and entertainment. His men laughed and stuffed themselves, wine and ale filling each and every mug and glass. Servants in a rush to keep Magnus happy by serving his guests. The man himself sitting confidently in his throne like chair at the head of his banquet table, watching the captains laugh and retell stories of the battle with the demon. His mind else where though, on what he had requested from the Temple of Edana. And as if on queue a servant came to him to inform of the Priestesses arrival. “Inform the servants they can have the rest of the night off.” Magnus stated as he started to get up, his servant bowing and thanking him before leaving, quick to carry out his master's orders and leave. It wouldn't take long at all till the manor was only comprised of the thirteen men and the two elven priestesses.

“Welcome!” Magnus spoke loudly from the other end of the table to the two women that came in. “We are celebrating our victory of war against the demons that plague this great land!” He continued, chalice in hand of wine as he started to make his way around the table and towards the two elves. “And there is none other that we would like to raise out victory too then Edana herself.” As he said that a few of the men still seated smirked, others chuckled a little. All the men obviously undressing the elven women with their eyes, which of course was to be expected. Everyone was dressed in very expensive silk clothing. Long sleeved shirts, pants, even robes. All bearing the symbol of not Felhine but the crest of the Centos family. If anything it showed these men were loyal to Magnus, regardless of their own noblities or positions in the armies.

“My men fought valiantly, and I would see them blessed by Edana for risking their lives for the Kingdom of Felhine.” Magnus added, stopping once he stood in front of the two women. Extending his chalice forward to offer it to both of them. “Drink, inspire my men.” Though Magnus made sure that his hand didn't touch their own when they took the chalice from him. The man quick to turn and make his way back to his chair. His captains however continued to eat, some turned their chairs towards the elven women, others got up to start and make their way around.

“Strip already!” one would shout with a mouth full of pork.

“I got a feast for you right here elf.” Another stated as he grabbed his crotch.

Nyssa stood with head held high and a serene smile on her face. She was well versed with the young lords many exploits and victories. This assignment was a great honor, to serve the House Centos, and bring the blessing of Edana to the men who served him. She would show them the beauty of the elves, and build up the relations between her people, and the most respected house in Felhine. “I am honored to grace your men with the Goddess’ blessing, Lord Centos.Truly Edana celebrates your victory alongside us!” She graciously took the goblet offered, and drank deeply of the wine within. Her priestess robe come off now, spilling upon the floor as she stepped out of it.

She wore a sliver ethereal dress, soft thin silk that clung sweetly from her breasts and hips. The thin material did not hide the beauty of her body, even as it covered her figure, complimenting her shimmery complexion. “Who shall receive the first blessing?” She called to the assemblage, ignoring the men’s foul words and crude suggestions. Soon only words of worship would fall from their lips.

“I’ll go first,” a tall, thin red haired man called, approaching the elf. She smiled warmly upon him, curtsying deeply for his pleasure. His lips formed a nasty smirk as the elven woman yielded to him. She brought hands up to his face, to pull him into a kiss but he swatted them away. “Nah, that’s not where I want your mouth,” he jeered at her, pushing her head down and the woman onto her knees. Nyssa did not fight him, as great and proud warriors of the capital, it was his choice on how he choose to worship.

The great hall filled with hoots and hollers as the lovely elf dropped to her knees, and their thin comrade pulled out his length for her. He rubbed his meat along her face, smudging her cheeks with precum. Despite the attempts to degrade her, Nyssa performed her duty, holding the man’s member in her supple hands, stroking it lovingly as she licked the shaft. It glisten with her saliva as she sought to serve the man with all the grace of her Goddess. Soldier were sometimes coarse, but tender attention from the priestesses usually cleared up those vulgar behaviors.

“Suck it slut!”

“Take that cock! Fucking tease.”

“Fuck the bitch in the mouth, Rede.”

Nyssa paid the men no mind. Her soft lips opened to accept the bulbous crown of his cock, slow moist sucking that lathered his manhood. She focused on her task, seeking the glory of the Goddess to soothe the fire that burned within these men.

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Qaithe was not nearly as optimistic as her fellow priestess. She could see the vile lust in the eyes of the men who surrounded them. They were not looking to praise the Goddess now. They were looking to fuck a couple of elves, women they saw as little more than meat to be used, consumed in the pursuit of base urges. She sipped at the offered chalice, not buying the façade of generosity and reverence that the young lord tried to play out. She watched Nyssa play her role, regardless of the words the men shouted at her, and the hateful glean of the man who demanded service.

“What’s wrong drow?” One of the men came up around her. A stout man, with thick muscles covering his arms and chest, bulging and covered in veins. Obviously a strong man, if not terribly handsome. “Your associate is awfully friendly. Don’t you want to get friendly with us too?” The thick sausage fingers grabbed at her robes, pulling them off of her lithe body. Qaithe tried to hold them over her body, but the man insisted, ripping them off when the drow resisted. This lead to more cheers, as she held the scraps of her gown against her midnight flesh.

Her tormentor wasn’t done, tearing her small clothes form her body, the loud ripping of cloth cutting into the heckles and catcalls of the men. Qaithe stumbled away from him, falling to the floor as she tripping over her ruined garments. Her oppressor didn’t pursue right away, taking great pleasure in the fear on her face.

Magnus took his time as he made his way back to his throne like chair, sitting once more as his men began to have their fun. Truth be told their fun was actually his fun, Magnus having instructed his men prior to the priestesses arrival on how he wanted the entertainment to play out. Of course his men were more then happy to oblige, who were they to miss out on an opportunity to live a little? Who were they to disobey an order from their Commander? Magnus watched with a certain yearning in his eyes as Rede had one of the women naked and on her knees already, while Quintus was starting to torment the other.

“This bitch has quite the throat boys!” Rede shouted out, both his hands grabbing onto the silvery locks of Nyssa's head. He showed little respect or patience for what was probably going to be the greatest blowjob of his life, the man thrusting his hips forward with the head of his cock in her mouth. Even when he got to her throat he simply continued, all the way till Nyssa's nose was buried in the thick of his pubic hair. He held her that, a grin upon his face as his grip didn't seem to wavier one bit. “Come on, don't you dare fucking give up and choke!” Came a loud and rowdy shout from one of the men still eatting.

Quintus however was much more focused on the drow as she crawled away, enjoying the fear that was painted across her face. “That's it you little whore, you know whats coming.” He added as he started to follow her, a grin adorned his face as he backed Qaithe against a wall before grabbing one of her legs. “Come here!” He shouted, pulling her away from the wall by her ankle.

“Look at the black one squirm!” Someone shouted, some of the men cheering to that before downing more ale. Quintus practicaly smacked the drow across the face as she resisted, pulling her closer to where Rede and Nyssa were before flipping her over so she was on her stomach. His larger and stronger hands coming down to push Qaithe's face into the cold hard stone floor. The drow being forced to contort her head to the side as her oppressor turned her to look at Rede and her sister in service. “You are going to watch as Rede violates her.” Quintus stated rather softly as he leaned over her, just so she could hear. “And don't think for a second that I won't hit you hard enough for your pretty little teeth to come out if you look away.” He threatened, one of his other hands moving back to get his trousers undone.

Rede would let up for a moment so Nyssa could breath, but really for the elf to cough and gasp for air so the others could watch and laugh. Little time however until he forced his cock back into her mouth, thrusting it fully into her mouth and throat once more before he started to fuck her in such a fashion. His balls slapping against her chin and neck, his pelvis rather forcefully ramming into her nose. His hands kept her head in place through it all. All the way up till he pushed her face once more into his crotch. Only this time he didn't let go, he simply kept his cock where it was as her throat would start to contract and try to expel the invading member.

Qaithe wouldn't just watch what was happening, oh no. Her partner for now had gotten his pants off, the sound of him spitting on his cock could be heard before Qaithe would feel the intent of his actions. The man cared little for her comfort or enjoyment, penetrating her darker sex. Forcing her lower lips apart. His cock resembled much of his stature, not the longest but definitely thicker then many. Quintus ruthlessly pushed his cock into her pussy. His spit failing in acting as any sort of lubricant. “You can start crying now you worthless drow.” Quintus laughed, his hand still holding her face against the ground as he started to fuck her into the floor.

“You should know we argued about who got to fuck your tall friend first.” Quintus continued to debase Qaithe as he forced himself on her. His words accompanied by the sound of his hips slapping against her little ass. “I drew the short straw out of everyone so I had to fuck the trash of your elven kingdom. Fucking drows!” Quintus spat out, his thrusts only pumping harder it seemed.

Nyssa tried hard to keep up with Rede’s demanding thrusts. She was well practiced at praising the Goddess upon her knees, but her partner didn’t seem all that interested in her skills. He only seemed interested in using her mouth to envelop his cock. Using her as a warm body to fuck and take his pleasure from. Still, she didn’t fight him, still not wanting to believe that he wanted to hurt her with his movements. Why would anyone take from her what she would have willingly given? Willingly and skillfully given?

But he fucked her mouth and throat with relentless malice, ignoring the tears welling up in her eyes and the desperation of her convulsing throat. She was given a moment to choke and gasp for air, strings of saliva sticking from his cock and he pulled it form her lips. She hadn’t even caught her breath when he fucked her throat again, stretching her delicate membrane over his bulbous head. He didn’t stop this time, as his cock cut off her air, her desperate grabbing and slapping at his thighs not just ignored, but mocked.

She couldn’t breathe. He did this on purpose, choking her on him, laughing about it all the while. Soon, the trauma of his brutal rape of her face was over, as she blacked out. Rede released her now, spraying her half open mouth and face with his spunk, smearing it in her hair. He cleaned off the his cock with her robe, a d took a long drink of his mug, to the cheers of his friends.

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Qaithe fought hard as Quintus tossed her around, treating her worse than even the street prostitutes put up with. He was a lot stronger than her though, easily manhandling the small woman, his size standing in obvious contrast to her petit frame. The difference was made obvious as he held her down on the ground, pressed into the stone floor as she was fucked. She refused to cry as he commanded, even as he fucked her raw, the burning friction of his thrusts denying her any semblance of pleasure.

Qaithe couldn’t hold back the pained grunts as he stretched her slit over his dense meat. She had never had to take a man so thick before, and certainly never without proper lubrication. It was by the grace of the Goddess that he wasn’t spreading her open in every direction. But she was sure the next would have that pleasure, taking pleasure in violating her, while they denied any pleasure she could achieve in her service.

“Nyssa!” She cried out, as her friend passed out from having her throat fucked. The man raping her didn’t even care, just coating her with semen, letting it drip form her tongue and lips. She fell to the floor, limp and barely breathing, but Qaithe could not go to her. She could only watch as the next man come over to defile her unconscious body.

“Not gonna cry are you?!” Quintus shouted out as he continued to rape her, violating something that had been used many times before to glorify a Goddess or simply to be enjoyed in a sort of mutual understanding. “Fucking Bitch!” Quintus shouted again, his hand that was holding her face down went into her white hair, yanking painfully at it to force her neck to crane fully back. The strength of his thrusts pushing that line between spanking her ass with his hips and simply beating it. “Ahh!” Quintus bellowed quick to pull out of her and yank her up by her hair. The man twisting her head so she would be forced to look back at him before he started to cum. His other hand on his member as he coated her dark face with strands of his hot spunk.

“Give us a go!” Some of the other men stated as they got up, the majority of them heading over to the drow as Quintus pretty much dropped her on the ground in favor of returning to the table for more food and ale. It taking less then a handful of moments before Qaithe was surrounded by five guys with their pants already off. “Think she is a biter?” Someone asked, smirking as he looked down to the drow. “Hey Rede! Show he what happens to that other whore if she thinks she is gonna use some teeth!” Another called out, Rede having taken a quick food break but he was more then happy to go over to Nyssa. He pretty much grabbed the elf and hoisted her up on the table, the man that was getting ready to take her showed obvious aggravation to Rede but Rede grabbed a knife and ended the little moment.

Qaithe would see as Rede put the knife to Nyssa's neck, the taller elf pretty much being bent over the table with her face just smashed into a random plate of food. “I'll fuckin kill her, and then I will come over and pull each and every one of your teeth out. Make sure you play nice.” Rede said with a bit of laughter in his voice before he moved off of Nyssa, the previous man taking up his spot again as he moved behind the elf.

“Now come here!” And just like that Qaithe was being grabbed and tossed around like some child's toy. When all the laughter and comments finished she found herself straddling one of the men that had gotten on the floor. He quick to pull her hips in place and force her down upon his cock. The neck and gotten behind her, wasting no time at all before he lined his cock up with her ass, pushing as hard as he could to break past the rosebud and enter her back end. Not missing a beat the other three gathered around still standing, one at her mouth waiting for her to gasp or cry out long enough for him to stuff his cock inside. While the other two went for her hands, pulling each one to the sides of her so she would take their dicks and stroke while the other three fucked every hole she had to offer. The men thrusting with similar vigor as Quintus. There wasn't even half a second where something wasn't pushing it's way inside of her, just a constant stream of invading members and laughter all around.

Magnus watched as the one focusing on Nyssa had started to fuck her pussy. The captain more then excited to finally get a little Elvish tail. Though it didn't come off as entertaining for Magnus from the expression on his face. “Pull out of her.” Magnus stated, eyes on the elf the whole while as he spoke. “I want you to drag her to the other side of the table and then fuck her ass.” Magnus added, his cheek resting against his propped up hand as he waited. The captain taking a moment to collect himself before he followed orders, pulling out the Nyssa before moving her to the other side of the table. This would put her on the opposite side from her Drow companion, if she woke up it would more then likely be the first thing she would see. And with that he went back to it, taking a quick mug of ale to his lips before he forced his way into Nyssa's ass, pushing his cock as far as it would go before he started to work and rotate his hips. Magnus beginning to smile, not so much from what was before him but the promise of what might follow. The look upon the elf's face when she awoke, not even in his wildest fantasizes could he imagine it.

Qaithe could hardly protest before more men were upon and inside her, one man filling her raw cunt, another pushing himself into her tight ass, a third demanding use of her mouth. Both hands were wrapped around cock, the movement of the men defiling her forcing her hands to move along their meat. She was used in every way possible, by men who cared nothing for her comfort or pleasure.

No, it was more than that. They wanted to hurt her. She had seen the hatred in their eyes from the moment she entered the room. They were enjoying the pain they were inflicting upon her, as much as they enjoyed with gratification they took from her body. Her slit was pounded cruelly, even from beneath, and she hadn’t even a chance ro recover form the first man. The man fucking her ass did not ease her into it, stretching her over his dense dick with every harsh thrust. In her mouth another cock pumping her, fucking her as hard and deep as Nyssa just was. Would he choke her on his manhood, as well? Would it be worse that raped in each hole, and forced to feel all of it?

“What’s wrong, you drow whore? Aren’t you used to fucking this much cock?” The one in her ass sneered, slamming his hips into her. She could only whine against the shaft stuffing her mouth, the man’s thick calloused fingers tangling in her hair as he held himself in place.

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Nyssa became vaguely aware of a distant, stabbing pain. She was lying face down on the table, covered in half eaten food and the seed of her rapist. She was still disoriented form passing out, trying to remember what happened, or even where she was. Unfortunately for her, the was a more pressing matter, a matter pressing viciously into a previously untouched hole. She was unconsciously crying out in pain, but she could even completely place it. Until she could put together that her ass was being raped. Savagely raped.

The silver elf never hid the pain nor stifled her cries of anguish as thick meat skewered her, no lubrication to guide his strokes. From across the table, she saw her fellow priestess fucked from every angle, filled with cock and then some. Just besides was Lord Centos with hateful glee in his eyes as she cried out from torment.

“Why?” she sobbed, as her tender entrance stretched and spread over the invading member. “We can willingly, to celebrate your victory with the Goddess! Why are you letting them hurt us?” The man behind her grew harder and pounded her deeper and longer, grunting his carnality into her body. She cringed as he shot his searing semen into her split orifice, his spunk stinging her where the flesh had torn to accommodate him. She could feel it seep out of her as he pulled out, opalescent fluid standing out against the red ravaged right of muscles.

“Ahhh yeah! This bitch is enjoying herself! Make her moan again!” The man in Qaithe's mouth shouted out, the sudden stimulation of her whining around his cock only served to make the brutal intrusion that much more enjoyable for the man as he fucked her throat. It wasn't like the men needed leadership or encouragement as they raped the drow, but regardless after he shouted that out Qaithe would feel her rapists thrust harder, faster, if that was even possible at this point. Qaithe's beautiful ebony skin would have bruises and marks that not even her complexion would hide.

“Im'ma paint this drow white!” One of the men shouted out, the one fucking her ass pulling out before he started to shoot his load onto her back. And as if it was some sort of domino effect the others followed in suit. The man fucking her mouth buried his cock down her throat, pumping his seed into her awaiting stomach. The other having impaled the drow on his cock held her hips firmly down, his cum slowly slipping from between their sexes as he kept her in place. The other two at her hands had taken over, just to get to the point where they could climax as well. Both men painting Qaithe's face with semen as the other stepped back. But at least there was hope, all five of the men dropping Qaithe on the ground to go get something to drink.

That hope was a lie however, two men walking over with a large pitcher in tow. “You don't look like you are having fun, come on now join the party!” One said while the other grabbed her, forcing her up on her knees before grabbing her by the throat. Qaithe was forced to tilt her head back as the other man started to pour the wine. “Open your fucking hole!” They shouted, the one that was man handling her pinched her nose shut. Waiting for her to gasp for air and be forced to take the wine. The two laughed, even if they were on the border of drowning her with wine when she tried to breath. “Breaks over!” Someone shouted out, both men standing up and pulled Qaithe along with them.

Qaithe almost looked like a child in comparison to the two men that were tormenting her, especially more so when they had her sandwiched between each other, the two entering her pussy and ass and holding her up off the ground between the two. “Tell us you like it! Tell us you want more!” One shouted into Qaithe's face, bringing his hand up to slap her across the cheek while they thrusted into her. A cruel unison to thrust in together and fill her ass and pussy before pulling back onto to do it again. “Come on you fucking whore!” He said before slapping her again. “My mates at the table want to hear you!”

Magnus watched with a perverse joy in his eyes once Nyssa came too, once she started to cry and practically beg for an answer. There was such confusion and sorrow in her voice, the elf not understanding at all why this was happening? But how could she? How could anyone? Magnus had no reason to such debauchery other then that he wanted to see it. A spur of the moment or random thought that the man saw through. Though what she asked made the man smirk, just as quickly as she asked did he respond.

“And what a celebration it is. I paid handsomely for your Goddess's “services”. And as priestesses you are duty bound to participate in our “worship”.” There was much sarcasm and jest in Magnus's voice as he pretended to explain himself, like the very fact of what was going on didn't seem cruel or wrong in anyway to him. “Are you telling me that my tribute didn't garner worthy worshipers? Surely you and your friend are experienced and skilled priestesses of your temple and can accommodate. I would be insulted if you Edanians wanted to spit on my glory with such inexperienced and naive attendants!”
Magnus spat out, “Hold her down and fuck her ass again.”

The only person left that hadn't participated in the defacement of the Edanian Preistesses looked to be a younger man, a captain none the less, but one that had kept his seat. His food untouched, his chalice full. Obvious discomfort on his face but not a single action or word against what was happening. “Bolthas, take your turn.” Magnus stated coldly, the man staying seated for a few more moments before he got up. Instead of getting behind Nyssa and fucking her ass he walked to her front, grabbing his wrists and holding them down on the table before her. Magnus did say hold her down after all, Bolthas keeping his eyes away from the elf however. Magnus watched with a disappointed look on his face, his mouth opening to speak but didn't say a word when one of the men that had gotten jerked off by Qaithe came over and shoved his cock into Nyssa's ass.

Qaithe whimpered as each man finished with her, coating her in humiliation and spunk. She ached in the aftermath of the brutal gang bang, ever hole sore and throbbing in the proof of her violation. She tried to wipe away the semen on her face, determined not to cry for these bastards, even as she shook in anguish. That resolve was tested as she was held down, hair yanked to force her to arch her neck, and lift her head towards the ceiling. She wasn’t expecting what happened next, as her nose was held closed and wine was poured into her throat, it’s volume threatening to pull her down, and drown her in the hatred of these men.

Gasping and coughing once they released her, she hadn’t the strength to resist as they pulled her up, into the arms. The ease by which they held her up was not comforting at the moment, and the impact of his hand across her face as they penetrated her made it clear that they strength would be a weapon against her.

They moved in unison, thrusting into her swollen holes at the same time. There was pure malice in their strokes, pressing against the thin barrier that separated their cocks, threatening to tear it with callous disregard. She was howling now, the pain too much to swallow or hold down. She wasn’t crying yet, just letting the pain escape with each agonized wail.

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Nyssa was only given a few moments rest as she cried out for answers, trying to understand why they would do this. This wasn’t about sex. Both women would have slept with the men here, all of them, eventually. They would have given these men the pleasure the goddess could wrought form their bodies, and bless their victory with willing and grateful praise. This was about hatred, and cruelty, exert their greater strength on numbers upon the two elven women.

“This is not the will of the Goddess!” Nyssa spat at the man, as he acted as if there were nothing wrong with what he were doing to them. “Worship is always chosen freely, by both the priestess and the devoted. This is rape!” Tears streaked her cheek, adding their saltiness to the seed that had been left there, but her eyes did not falter. She would not look away from him, she could not look away from him, letting her pain and revulsion burn into his skull.

It had little effect, as he order another man to fuck her ass. She tried to stand now, to defend herself somehow, with was difficult given the pain she was in. Before she could get up much, a knight in silver armor came over and held her down. She snarled in distress as she wasn’t allowed to move, turning her disgust towards the man facilitating her next desecration. He wouldn’t look at her, his eyes off on some distance image, far away from the horror playing out before him.

For some reason, the man’s inaction against what was happening made Nyssa’s blood boil, as much as the men participating in her rape. “Are you proud of yourself,” Nyssa spat at the man who held her down, as a second cock pushed into her tender ass. Her first rape left her looser for this second one, which didn’t cause as much damage as he forced himself inside her. “Are you proud that you stood by and did nothing but watch two priestesses get assaulted? You are no better than any man here. You may as well join in, like the piece of shit you are.” Nyssa wasn’t sure if insulting the man would inspire him to help them, but it was the only plan she could conceive of, at the moment.