It Began with a Vase (Nighthaven/Murvoen)

[Murvoen]

Months of grueling work had led to this day. Long hours spent kneeling or in other uncomfortable contortions of the body. Strict diets to maintain ideal and healthy figures. Lessons on how to apply the makeup fashions of the day, and to pin and style hair. Harsh reprimands for walking the wrong way, looking too sweet, too sultry, too boring. There had been so many of them at the start. A crowd of young women all eager to pull themselves from poverty by offering the one treasure they owned.

Themselves.

Many were gone before the work began. Unsightly birthmarks, teeth that were too crooked, proportions that looked too stout or gangly. On and on the list went until only the loveliest among them was left. After that it was a matter of not breaking beneath the pressure like some did the first week, or learning quickly enough to not be seen an abject failure. It didn't help that there was little to no camaraderie amongst the women. This was a competition after all. One nobody wanted to lose. Makeup was stolen. Clothes damaged. Spiders and other crawly things slipped into beds and clothing chests to mess with others. But only those who allowed their torment to disrupt things were ever punished for it.

Among the few to suffer much grief and many trips to the punishment room, but still stand among the final number, was Miriam. She was a little taller than the average height, with a heart shaped face and a slim build. It was her striking blue eyes and the bright shock of ginger curls that truly made her stand out however. Having listened closely to the deliberations during the first round of dismissals she was well aware she'd nearly been dismissed as a touch too gangly with her height and long legs. Her uniqueness had saved her.

Now she hoped it would help her win a place in a wealthy home.

Music played softly over the sounds of quiet chatter and clinking glasses. The young women who had made the final cut were mingling amongst the wealthy, defined by their boldly painted lips and the enticing clothing they wore. Miriam's gown was chosen to accent her legs with long slits in the skirt that went up to her slender hips. The blouse was loose and hung down off her shoulders, revealing the slightest hint of the petite breasts beneath it. Her hair was tamed back into a tight braid with smokey gray ribbons woven in to emphasize it's firey nature. Carefully applied kohl made the blue of her eyes stand out, and a wine red coloring on her lips put the finishing touches on the bold look. For the moment she stayed to the edges, just watching and observing who was present. If she was being honest though, she truly hoped to catch a glimpse of Him. The man who all this was really for.

These galas showcasing the new and finest concubines were really for their ruler, Argorin. He was said to come to all of them, but somehow still evaded sight. Even as they all flirted and tried to seduce the wealthy scattered about the ballroom, Miriam knew everyone hoped that they might be the rare flower to catch his eye. It hardly happened from what she heard, but there were plenty of stories of the kind of luxury one found themselves in if they were. Sure it was only rumors, but a girl could dream.

Taking a first sip of the glass of wine she'd been given, Miriam set her sights on an older man just across the room from her. The way his eyes moved over her was enough to tell her he was interested. All she had to do was not trip, amd remember not to talk too much. She began making her way over, sticking to the edge of the room to pretend she was shy and a little uncertain of approaching. But as she looked up from her feet to cast a coquettish glance the man's way, disaster struck.

There was a heavy thump and a resounding crash that seemed to echo in the room. A heavy marble pillar lay at Miriam's feet along with the shattered remains of an expensive porcelain vase. She knew she hadn't touched it. Not even the slightest bump. Yet there it was. Miriam could feel every eye in the room on her, and an embarrassed heat crawled up her neck and into her face. Oh how she had hoped that something like this wouldn't happen. Broken and dropped objects followed her like a bad omen, and all she'd wanted was one night where something didn't happen. She would have settled for a small mishap. A broken glass maybe. Her shame wasn't quite complete however. Flustered, she went to turn and face the crowd, only to catch the hem of her skirt under her foot and go sprawling. The looseness of her blouse worked against her, slipping down too far to offer a clear view of her chest.

With her face as red as her hair, she quickly pulled it back up. Too mortified to speak her eyes searched for the quickest route out. There was no point in staying now anyhow. After such a spectacle none of the men here would want her, and it was better to flee before the tears stinging at her eyes began to fall. Clamoring to her feet, she swallowed thickly and began her route around the now gathered onlookers and to the nearest door out.

 

[Nighthaven]

Tales there where many, about the Dead Mans plains, a span of land where no plants nor animal would thrive, and where, save for a few adventurous souls, no one would bother to venture.
Least, until the sudden appearance of a White spire in the distance, a Tower of sorts, gleaming in the sun like white marble, the lush green that was surrounding it, and the Ghost, a thorn being, put together and thorn apart, within seconds, over and over again with a motion that seemed to repeat itself down to the smallest detail. Any who had ventured to close then, had their mind assaulted by pictures, sounds and smells, and music, and many of those whom survived, had gone utterly insane.

It wasn't till years later that some lost souls wandered closer to the tower, then ruled as forbidden land, that the lush green had formed Forests, in a pace never before seen, and the fertility of the land changed as even animals flocked around the alien spire. No longer was the ghost present, though a creature just as strange would wander the forests nearby. An Elf, pale of skin, eyes and hair of pristine white, communing with the green around him like even Elven kin wasn't believed capable of.

This creature was hostile though, initially, least if approached armed as many a man in any army could attest to that was send after word was out about the ghosts disappearance. The idea of settling fertile land, and to decipher the Towers secrets a mighty powerful lure. Though, no matter how many men the three neighbouring realms send, no matter what magical plot they devised, it ended in pure slaughter, and where men fell, the land turned Fertility would spread.

It wasn't though till the moment that a female mage, badly wounded in battle, fell victim to the Pale creature, not killed, but healed instead, merely to be raped, over and over for day, that change would happen. The mage soon released after her horror, and a door being opened in the eyes of many. Where weapons of war held no ground, Ruler sought to trade, and after a few attempts, this, Elf, would be known as Argorin, not kin to the elven known to men, as he would deny sharing the same forefathers then these, as he put it, lesser creatures. Though, trade was established, in a way, and the Rulers found themselves soon in the possession of gems and crystals that gave their magic users incredible power, and all for a few young women.

Since then, wars where fought, kingdoms felled and reshaped, and a then small village, meant for the supply and trade with other traders, turned into a capital city of it's own. Realms that once coveted Argorin's goods and the land he walked upon, where long since diminished, or kept only distant relations with him, as they feared the power that foiled later plans of conquest for the land, and though while not meaning to, it gave him the devotion of the souls that gathered around the tower.

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That was, hundreds of years ago, and now ? Argorin your barely believe how this has developed, standing inside a Grand hall, build of pure marble to fit his Crystal Tower, and a whole lot of young women, women to whom it had grown a custom nearly to throw themselves into slavery for the better of the next of kin. It left a sour taste in his mouth that this was the way Humans perceived the bond between man and woman, although, it least was closer to the truth he knew. Still, Humans simply had to crave short term gain, to go into slavery even, just for a hope that may not come true. Well, that was not to be a disadvantage to him, grown under the knowledge that Men had to respect women, and that women had to give comfort. Sexual Interaction there, it was no more then a grander hello, and as long as neither of the pair was Mated to their soulmate, anyone would sleep with any other, even while amongst others, it was that kind of special, yet casual.

Granted, these women, or rather, girls still as he understood, in their fine clothing, trying to woo men with grace and a tease of skin, they where subject to their own faulty Biology, a single mating capable of spawning offspring, it was likely to bring forth a different development of their sexual interactions, though Argorin held little concern about these none essentials. He was without a female, and now, that there was none around, the lack thereof remarked to his body just how much it craved something he had before taken for granted. The Lacking connection in his mind alone felt horrid, but the comfort of another ? It made this existence a curse.
Let them mingle, so he thought, let them mix and chase their hapless dreams. It would change nothing in the end, a passing spark may not outshine the burning sun, even if that sun long since was extinguished.

Argorin shook his head, he was getting into it again, raging inwardly, slowly but surely. That one last spark of those accursed days, the hatred that spread. He had no intent to give into it, and that was part of the reason he mingled with these lesser creatures, their flesh brought distraction and comfort, their mind brought intrigue, and perhaps a little hope, but most of all, it was distraction. Distraction till the his hopes might be reborn, Kadim, Arasia, would he ever see those two greatest of creations again ?

For a moment, the thought of the Blue star, Arasia, warmed his heart, and Argorin closed his eyes, imagining to stand in it's light again, it's warmth, not that of the yellow star that shone upon this world, but the pristine blue, shimmering in the sky. It was, for a moment, as though he could feel it's warmth again, that was, till a loud crash sounded through the hall.

Argorin diverted his gaze towards the source of this disturbance, slightly irritated by it, he had savoured that little shard of memory of the olden times. He would release a sigh though, noticing Miriam, bluntly to think #her again#. Argorin had not been idle During the grand gala, it was up to him to find a suitable flesh for his needs after all, and a variety of women had caught his eyes, for a variety of features no less. A decent pair of hips to hold onto when they bend over, a decent bust to grab and squeeze, even one with an overall lovely body that sported proper curves to be considered worth breeding, even though he seemed incapable to do so with them.

Miriam though, she wasn't bad, he did like the colour of her hair, and her body was, decent, comparable even to some degree to his own Kin's females. But there was not truly a feature that outshone the picks he had already considered. Though now, where her bust was freely bouncing as she tries to flee, well, it had something enticing, plenty enough that he would then act not out of actual choice, but the baser instinct that he wanted to play with this body. And this truly was part of his nature, in his society, when you felt aroused by someone, you fuck them, you don't barter for price, or try to restrain yourself in the name of some folly deity. Oh it so annoyed him that humans simply had to play there games even then.

Miriam though, she would not escape now, she dared garner his attention, and then turn to flee, and he was in no mood to play catch, he never truly was, so, with but a thought, a loud cracking sound would go through the grand halls entirety, and then, just before Miriam, two crystal pillars would lash out, moving like some alien appendage with a flexibility that should not be for such a static construct. And both of them would reach to capture Miriam, before freezing in place with the hardness that would be expected of Crystal structures.

Argorin, with his chest quivering with a need to touch her bare skin, would slowly step closer, the gala's attendance having dropped into silence as he had appeared from the white Marble wall that had hidden him so well, people looking at him with a tinge of fear as he seemed angered. Though it wasn't anger as such, least, not just, but the look of an old creature that was not please with one of his pets, thinking it was permitted to make a choice for herself before he did. No one was permitted to choose a woman before he had made his choice, and that included the prospective slave herself.

His approach would soon spawn some whispering though, and when he reaches Miriam to give her rear a firm squeeze through her wardrobe, he would turn with a growing annoyance, angered that they would seem so distracted by this, when clearly, some of them had other things in mind, be it for the woman in front of him, or other suitable females. And rather then to bear this annoyance, he would finally have enough, and force them to act on their baser instincts over pretending there needed to be something in it for them.

An image, send right into the mind of everyone within the hall, including Miriam, the vivid depiction of a wolf, though not native to this region, circling with another, and the show of arousal for one clearly distinct them as a Male, and a female. With it came the scent of a heat, if a human could describe it as such, and a strange sound. By itself, each of these depictions made probably no sense, even combined not, though somehow there was a basic understanding that would spread out for all that saw, smelled and listened to it. This was a mating, a female, challenging a male for dominance, not to win over him, but to struggle to her last, so that he earned what he desires, for, when he wins, she was his, forever.

Though the depiction may be as strange, as was it's meaning, it would bring an even stranger effect, for, when the Image was gone, the whole of the attendance would find itself bare, their garments having failed at their seams, as though they had never been there, so that every man stood there with a fierce arousal, and women shuddered in confused desire, Argorin having set them up to let go of their greed, and simply act upon their nature.

Miriam too would be forced to remain bare, and to have uninvited desire torture her. Only then Argorin stepped into her field of view, the white of his eyes seemingly devouring her now naked frame as he demands " What is your name, girl ?! ", asking her name, even as his right hand would dare move across her left cheek, roaming it's way towards her chest, not as though she was a woman he adored, but a delicious piece of meet he longed to devour, each and every heave and fall of his chest, quaking with a desire that was similar in quality to pure rage, rage underlined soon with the surprised moans and whimpers of men and women that, driven by his influence, merely acted on their desire to fuck one another.

 

[Murvoen]

Too distracted by her shame Miriam didn't realize whose attention she'd drawn until the crystal rose from the floor and grabbed hold of her. Startled she very nearly fell again, but the tendrils grabbed hold and kept her up on her feet. Looking over her shoulder she saw him. Pale as the marble of the walls and both terrible and wonderful to behold. His appearance and the air about him both sparked the instinctive urge to flee from his strangeness, and yer a want to get closer to it. Like a moth to the flame that would burn it.

What had her full attention however was his expression. The annoyance and disappointment. It caused her to shrink in on herself without even realizing she did so. There was an expectation of punishment after all, and Miriam found herself bracing for the sting of the paddle or switch used during her lessons. Instead, he grabbed her rear. It was unexpected and pulled a soft inhale of surprise as she unthinkingly flinched away. He was all the more intimidating this close, and she felt like a deer trapped in the gaze of a hunter. Her heart was pounding hard, and the numerous onlookers did nothing to ease her growing anxiety.

The shared image hit her mind then, and she shuddered as lust and want rushed through her. She hardly noticed her clothing had fallen away to reveal the pale skin beneath. Hair pins and ribbons fell softly to the ground freeing the wild curls of her hair and making her scalp ache as the tension on it eased. She felt heated like she'd been teased and brought to a needy frenzy over the course of several minutes, and it made a strangely intoxicating combination with the fear she couldn't help but feel in his presence. And it was only him that held her attention. There was a vague awareness of the others giving in to baser instincts, but her gaze remained fixed on only him as he stepped into view.

Was this what it meant to be chosen by Argorin?

"M-Miriam ..." she stammered, her voice catching as his hand neared her chest, "I'm sorry about the vase ... I didn't ... I mean ...I'm sorry, my Lord."

Swallowing hard she glanced up from the floor to meet his gaze for only the briefest moment. That moment was all it took to know what he intended. To know she was in far above her head. She could see in their whiteness the intensity of his desire. How he saw her. Miriam was used to being seen as nothing more than a hole or an object to decorate a room. But not with such hunger behind it. Not with a passion so fierce she wasn't sure if he wanted to fuck her or make her wail ... Or perhaps do some combination of the two. She couldn't help but watch him from the corner of her eye, giving a subtle tilt to her chin to let some curls fall over her face as though to shield some part of herself from him.

 

[Nighthaven]

" Good, you'll do.. " Argorin would groan, his right cheek twitching a little, seeming as though he was just about to burst out in anger, though when he spoke, there was near something like a moan below those words, a hot breathing of sorts as he was devouring every last of her curves with his eyes. It was, in a way, that truly he could be that wolf, battling with the female for dominance, bound to win and claim her as his. Though, the way he was looking down at Miriam, not with care, but rather unadulterated, one sided lust, it was perhaps more as though the wolf was chasing a doe, starving to sink his fangs into her neck, to break it, and then devour his meal.

And those two last parts, they would not seem far off, Argorin causing another crackling sound as a wide Crystal would burst through the floor, carelessly breaking and shattering the floor, only for the debris to be cast aside as the new Crystal would rise, pushing up against her tummy, and then, seemingly, try to suit the shape of her body, to raise her hips up, ensnare her ankles, and force her legs to grow apart. the pale elf starting to walk around his prey again as his strange power of creation prop her up, present her to the slaughter.

And sure enough, past all that moaning that would surround them, the passionate loving, the rough fucking, even the outright rape that was happening in one far off corner, Miriam was made soon to feel the heavy white robe the Elf wore to be tossed over her back, it's fabric pressed to her hips as he tried to seize them, followed by the feeling of the slight warm moistness that would graze against her folds. Argorin wasn't going to wait, he had turned the whole Gala now into one sexual depravity, and he would not be held back either to lay claim on Miriam, even though, he had not officially announced her as his. It may be perhaps of comfort though, knowing, that few of the other women would leave this place still pure, if any at all. Even the staff would follow tasks and duties now that where not assigned to them, while guards would drop their lances, in order to polish another kind of the aforementioned.

Argorin himself, he took at least time enough to tease the moment, to graze his tip up and down against her folds, without the guidance of his hands no less, though, the shuddering that Miriam might possibly feel through the hold onto her hips, it might tell that he was more teasing himself with the mere guess as to what he might expect, how tight a fit she might be, how welcoming, how quickly she even might grow wet, and hot, slick from actual desire for it, even if only in response of her own body, rather then her mind.

And this tease was not to last, not to expand, as soon he would lean forward, grab a fist full of her hair with his right hand, and then start pushing forward, heartlessly to try and sink in what may feel like a rather sizeable manhood, no concern given if his prey was ready for this, or possibly hurting, he just needed this feeling now, even if it may cause damage to her.

 

[Murvoen]

His gaze was like a physical touch and she shuddered beneath it. Her small chest rose and fell a little more quickly as he judged her adequate. Miriam had been wholly unprepared for him. For the strength of his passion and the fierceness of it. It seemed the more he examined her the more it grew ... And she worried she wouldn't be able to handle it. In any case she would have no say in the matter. New crystal sprouted to hold her fast at the hips and ankles. There was an ache in her thighs as her legs were forced to spread to their limits, and nervous bit of struggle assured her there was no give to the bonds that held her.

It was not the first time she'd been bound like this. In her time training for this day she'd been held in this position and others like it with rope, and chains, and leather cuffs. But it hadn't ever felt real. Certainly it had never evoked the tight, panicked sense of vulnerability she now felt as he circled around her out of sight. Miriam swallowed hard, her body tight as she waited to see what he would do. The sounds around her only fed the undercurrent of fevered want he had provoked in all of them, and she glanced at the tangle of bodies nearby for a moment's distraction. And a moment was all she got.

Argorin held her focus again as the weight of his robes settled over her. She inhaled shakily at the feeling of his thick member against her. Rising up on her toes she tried distance herself what little she could. The size intimidated her as she'd only ever been filled with fingers to preserve this moment for the man who would own her. He grbbed her hips though, bringing her back down and holding her in place. Her body ached for what he was offering even as her heart and mind panicked. She could feel how he quaked now. How his desire made the strong fingers pressed against her flesh twitch, and her own tremors of nervous arousal only became more pronounced in response.

Miriam gasped sharply as he grabbed her hair. The act triggered something deep inside her she had no control of as her hips arched wantonly, and for a moment she went slack in her bonds. He entered her then, causing her body to tighten once more as she fought to try and rise up on her toes and pull away. She was no match for his strength and insistence though. Slick walls parted around him, resisting every inch. Her hands clenched at the ache of his intrusion, and she panted more heavily through her nose now. Those wine red lips were sealed tightly together as if to deny him any enjoyment of her discomfort, and the tears she had fought so well before slipped past eyes that were squeezed tight.

Nothing had truly prepared her for this. The fullness. The dull ache that seemed to resonate up from her core. How small and helpless she now felt. Her thighs trembled visibly now. She strained against his grasp still trying to pull away despite how futile the effort was. It was too much. He was too much. The fact he'd mamaged to fit inside her seemed impossible, but despite her discomfort she was physically fine. Her womanhood held him tightly, stretched near to its limit but nowhere near being damaged. She was wet, and those walls twitched ever so faintly around his length as her body anticipated what was to come.

 

[Nighthaven]

There it was, the freshness of a new woman, that fearful reaction when she was invaded for the first time, that protesting clench, trying to expel the uninvited invader, and oh, that warmth. Argorin enjoyed this, it wasn't quite the same, and yet, it it was as good as a comparison as he could find. The first struggle over dominance, the female using fang and claw to defend herself, and finally, just try to escape when it's all but to late.

These girls, they rarely ever struggled, and even if they did, they where hardly ready to receive him. It was always something that was missing, though, the Longing for the challenge, so he understood now, it was balanced with the open sexuality of his kind, and the longer he evaded mating, the more fierce the act that followed would be. It hadn't been, that long, not this time around, but it changed not the natural drive inherent for him, not only was the woman before him, just an animal called Human, she was not yet aware of the full extend of her duty. And looking down at her, he craved to dominate her body, just as he would one of his own kin.

" You, will do, indeed.. " he sort of, groans, behind her, though perhaps it was even a hint of a growl, finally for him to push forward harder, until he could feel her buttocks snugly pressed against himself. Then, with no more word spoken, Argorin simply drew his hips back, withdrawing mostly from her freshly spread inner, merely to shove back in, just when it seemed that his tip was about to leave her. And he would do this twice, then a third time, near gently, even though only to enjoy the moist warmth of her pleasure canal.

Then however, when he was near leaving her again, he would thrust in hard, clashing the skin below his robe loudly against her buttocks, then drawing somewhat swiftly back, and again, slam hard back into her, seeing in her just the lowly beast, and openly starting to moan as she was being taught her purpose of providing him with pleasure, and the act of establishing his dominance over her, and that she was his property, it was such a strong resemblance of the act he knew as the challenge, the moment their kin coupled for the first time with their soul mate, there was nothing more arousing then to teach Miriam now the reality of her life. She was indeed a concubine, but still, merely a slave in many regards, and Argorin was not one that cared to be influenced by the woman he choose for his bed, then some of the Merchants would.

Around them, the whole scene had degraded into a massive orgy already, and though no one dared to encroach closer towards Miriam and Argorin, nothing seemed holy to them now, women where being ganged up on, and the women, even though some having initially struggled, had given into these men, inviting them even as, one after the other was finding herself with more then a single man, likely to make the choice of concubines harder for the men later on as none of these women would be left unspoiled, though then again, none would dare stain their honour to deny any of these women their rightful payment, which was likely going to be given as employment in least some bed. Although, surely some of these women would still end up sold into full slavery, or used as bargaining-chips in one or the other back room dealing. Argorin sure had messed up the normal order this time, and it would likely show itself in another culture shift this time around, the pale Elf to much of an influence on the daily life for any to dare ignore his interference on such a scale.

Least, it be certain that, institutions, Training young women for the life amongst nobles, and the slim chance of serving Argorin himself, would take note of today, It had been many years that he bothered claiming a woman this public, and he was adamant in his pace. Resuming those slower strokes back, and those fierce thrusts into Miriam, yanking her body back against those thrusts by the hold on her hair, looking down at her back, his teeth clenched, his face contorted with a mixture that could be described as both, anger, and pure lust, a man fully enjoying to teach his claim the purpose of her very being, least, in this very moment.

 

[Murvoen]

"No, I ... Can't.."

The final word was a gasp as he settled fully inside her. Miriam hadn't thought there was any space left, but now with her rear settled against his hips she knew she'd been wrong. As he slid out she found there was a distinct emptiness left behind. One that made the ache of having just been stretched all the more noticeable. She thought he might pull free completely and be done with her, but no sooner than the thought crossed her mind he was driving in again. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she fought an unbidden groan that welled up in her throat. As much as it still ached and caused discomfort, there was the stirrings of something more pleasant beneath the surface.

Against her wishes it slowly grew as he continued. Each stroke a reminder she couldn't escape him. That he was claiming her. It was he drove in hard, making her ass sting with the force his hips met it with, that he got more than just a gasp or a sharp breath from her. A sharp cry flew free as her eyes widened slightly. There was surprise, a hint of pain, and something sweeter hiding beneath the first two in it. Keeping composure was the only fight she could put up bound as she was, and now it seemed she would lose that fight too.

A second cry was swallowed, but she couldn't stop the third as he tugged her back by her hair. The slower thrusts gave her ground to try and brace herself for the harder ones, but he had no set pattern to follow and her resolve was quickly crumbling. Pleasured sounds from those around her, Argorin's own moans of pleasure behind her, and the smell of sweat and sex that had begun to fill the space all added to the experience. That initial ache had faded into a forced pleasure that coiled familiarly in her stomach, amd she fought against it. The decision to do so was contrary to what she had been taught, but the intensity of it was unlike what she had felt at skilled mouths and fingers. It came from somewhere deeper. More primal. And like him it frightened her.

Miriam feared it would consume her. Drag her down to the bestial level those cavorting around them had reached. Her own jaw tightened, and she fought the urge to arch into him. To press back on those deep thrusts and encourage him to fill her all the more deeply. Fingers and toes curled, and the muscles of her back and thighs tightened and relaxed as she resisted. She may have cried out for him. Given him moans and whimpers as he claimed her. But maybe ... Just maybe she could keep this from him. Keep him from taking everything she had and reducing her to less than what she believed she was.

 

[Nighthaven]

Words need not be spoken, so one might think, and Argorin was not of many words now, if ever. His act though may be speaking volumes as he resumed, for a while, with that rough claim. It required not even for her to voice submission or delight, he body, to him, was speaking well enough. How it moved and grew tense before him, how her pleasure canal clenched, moistened up into a slick warm glove to fit his girt, ready to be taught it's true use by him.

In part it annoyed him, how it seemed that she too would dare to shroud what her body felt or desired, preferring the screams of pain and moans of pleasure over this resistance. Though it coaxed him to break that will, and show her exactly what she was. There was no point in hiding it anyway, not with both moans of pleasure, and screams and pleads of mercy had left the tower with past concubines, Argorin had no patience for the human games, and any he claimed was in essence, a Sex Slave, before anything else. Even if he did show consideration, and treated his women well enough outside of their duty, when he craved their companionship, pain only foretold their lack of preparation, their inability to please him. And Miriam to would likely run into a situation where his desire may be less then desirable for her.

As rough or abusive as it could turn out to be though, most had only to survive the worst of it for six month, and during that time her family was financially set. After that time, Argorin usually placed his slaves to a new purpose, with a lot more freedoms, however still with the rule that, if he desired to, nothing would stop him form making use of any of them, it was a question of time however where he would put Miriam to use once she was being replaced, if that was to happen as there had been rare cases of, preferred slaves, kept as such for a far longer time.

The only worth Miriam had to prove right now was the pleasure she could provide, and by his increasing moaning, she was doing well enough in that regard. Argorin however would still watch her closely, drinking in every last twitching her body would dare before his eyes, even as his pace finally begun to increase. First to shift into an increased pace of withdrawal, but then for the notion of his hips to grow faster as such. Till suddenly, he would let go of her hair, once more to seize her at both hips, and then, ruthlessly to start ploughing into the young woman.

His whole upper body would lean back slightly back then, Argorin to closing his eyes as he focuses primarily on the feeling of her warm wet flesh around his girt, and the firce clashing of her buttocks against his own bare skin below the robe. His lips kept closed as he was breathing heavily through his nose, this breathing ragged and laboured as he aggressively takes Miriam's womanhood with the single-minded desire to make her feel the use of her body, till finally he'd just press himself hard against her helpless pleasure cave, and, with a grunt, mingled with that heavy breath, and a series of moans, would release his seed into her, painting the inner walls of her silken cavity with the prove that she was his property now.

 

[Murvoen]

Her struggle was pointless. Every thrust pushed her closer. Every moan from his lips an invitation to give in to him. That pleasure curled and built, only growing in its strength the more she resisted it. His hand was still in her hair when she lost. A hard thrist finally pushing her over the edge she had so desperately clung too. Slender hips arched and pressed back against him and she gasped at the overwhelming wave of pleasure that coursed through her. Moans and whimpers tumbled freely then as each stroke of his shaft against her walls drew it out longer. Made her tremble and writhe as if she didn't know whether she wanted to pull away or get closer. Miriam felt supported only by the crystal as her knees grew weak and she surrendered to him completely.

She didn't know how many times she did so after that. Only that it felt endless as her walls milked him greedily and she no longer hid her enjoyment. Her eyes had rolled shut, and even after he realeased her hair she kept her head tilted. For her it was like drowning. Each breath she caught was quickly lost as she moaned and cried out for him. Hands and toes now curled because they wished to cling to something, anything, that might anchor her. The only words that passed her lips were expletives that she would have been slapped for if this were a lesson. But she couldn't help it. How anyone was expected to curb their tongue while swamped by so much ecstasy was beyond her.

Miriam didn't know if it was a long time or a short one before he was joining her. Only that she could feel the warmth of his seed as his voice blended with hers for one final, shared climax. As it faded she became faintly aware of the residual twitching of her walls and the deep ache of her thighs after having been spread so long. Her head dropped as she worked to catch her breath and gather her scattered thoughts. Around them were the dying embers of the orgy, many lazily huddled together as they savored the remnants of their bliss or just finishing themselves. Miriam paid them no mind as the reality of her situation began to sink in more firmly.

Argorin had claimed her. Had filled her and marked her as his before the entire gala. It had happened so quickly she hadn't had a chance to fully process what that would mean ... And she wondered faintly if she was about to wake up on her narrow cot back in the training center. The thought was quickly dismissed as more faint aches cropped up in her wrists and ankles due to her previous struggling. Miriam suppresssed the urge to look over her shoulder at him. Was he truly finished for now? What would come next? She could only wonder as some of the attendees finally began to gsther their clothes, murmuring softly as the elf's actions began to make their effect on societal trends.

 

[Nighthaven]

Oh what a pleasure this was, her, giving in. It made filling her so much more a delight, this helpless young female to poise her hips into his thrusts and welcome him to do as he pleased, perhaps even, as he would assume then, to give into the pleasure that her body was yet exploring. And, why wouldn't she, he gave her, like all the others around, the means to long for it, and all that remained for her now, was to latch onto this very notion, and make it the essence of her service to him.

Feeling her climax still milking his girt though, he would recall how little just one act of passion was to a human, only denoting meaning to it in their mind, giving even their first time an importance that seemed so vain. Rather then to accept the pleasure for what it was, they had to go there, denote it to one person, to a single moment, to a lapse in their own judgment even, rather then just to accept that baser instinct and take it for what it was.

It made Argorin wonder again, consider if he should sample the young woman's rear, just to ruin her perfect world, teach her to let go of her own perception of the world she was to enter now. Or perhaps just have her service and clean his meat with her mouth, just to try and spark humility, bask in her devotion even ? No, as much as he craved to truly let loose and use her body till she broke, there where other matters to attend to first, one of which was for her to settle in. Tonight though, he would enjoy her flesh to the fullest, even if it destroyed her, she would not be permitted leave, neither body nor mind, till his hunger truly was sated.

Argoring contemplated though, while looking down at that bare panting mess, perhaps a lesson could be taught, if these animals needed meaning so badly, then perhaps he could just experiment a little by training them, at least her, and then see how she would take to it. What was that term again ? A woman, sexually serving a man in exchange for monetary goods, or equally supportive trade's, A Harlot ? Yes, that would be a proper means to emphasis the importance of her being. She wasn't going to mate because she wanted to, nor was he going to ask, even to hurt her if she was not prepared, or resisting his advances. Although his property from now on, it would seem far more valuable to gain her submission on the basis that she required to serve him. It sure seemed more plausible to him that she would serve then when not merely stated a slave, but reminded that something was given in return.

" Gooood.. " he would finally speak, his word accompanied with a long drawn moan, clearly showing that least he had been satisfied with her performance so far. Though he would then lean over her so that his left could reach around, and grab her by the chin, keeping her gaze forward so he could whisper lustful into her left ear. " Your mine, and you'll do your best to serve me harlot. " his words conveyed, his hot breath grazing across her ear as he spoke to settle that she was the lucky girl picked by him, though unlike before, where he had adressed his claims by name or as Slave, if addressing them at all, he went ahead with his little experiment, placing value in her knowing that Sexual interactions where what she had to expect and prepare herself for the most, and shamefully reminding that, while she herself was not being paid, her family would be depending on her performance.

With the stage set for her to understand her place, Argorin would lean back up, his hands both back on her hips as he begun to slowly withdraw from her, savouring the last struggle of her tight and blissfully warm wetness, till his girt was removed from her tight confines, and his robe dragged back of her bare form, till her used flower was exposed to nearby onlookers to tell of his claim on her. Argorin would then release his control on the restrains that held her, allowing the crystal podium she laid upon, and the shards that bound her wrists, to sink back into the ground, though to leave white crystal rings to both her wrists, and her ankles, a little means of securing her later compliance when he would be taking her to bed. He even considered briefly to cover vaginal and anal entries with a sort of crystal undergarment, just to prohibit penetration by any other then himself, though, he discarded the thought for now as he considered it a valuable lesson to leave her showing that she was under his care now.

 

[Murvoen]

Harlot. The word felt heavy. Like an unseen shackle closing around her. At least other names like courtier or concubine denoted status. The one he chose placed her lower than those around her. All the women she had once been equal to. Not only that it set the premise for his decision. It wasn't for any kind of unique grace or beauty she had, or because something about her stood out. Miriam had simply been the first hole he fucked, and was satisfied by. The thought led to wondering if she hadn't been good enough, would he have fucked woman after woman until one was? She swallowed thickly and gave a slight nod of her head.

"Yes, my Lord."

Miriam shivered as he pulled free leaving her feeling used and empty. That moment of pleasure she'd experienced was being forgotten under a sense of shame. His chosen title for her, harlot, kept echoing in her mind. It spoke to how low he saw her. Possibly saw all of them. She could feel some of his cum trickling out as the crystal faded away and only whote rings were left on her wrists and ankles. With the support gone she stumbled a moment, but quickly caught herself. A quick glance around as she bent to gather her clothing was enough to tell her that his words had been heard by her only. All the others looked at her with envy. Wanted to be her. Argorin's chosen.

If only she could trade places with them. Let one of them be grouped with the slaves and common whores who worked for coppers or less. Miriam couldn't read his mind or know that this was just an experiment. A test to see how a single word could affect a human slave like herself. But the stiffness of her shoulders, and her refusal to meet the gaze of anyone present made it clear words held a fair bit of power. She considered redressing, but thought better of it. There was no need to possibly make him think even less of her.

All the same she held her clothes tightly to her as if they offered some kind of comfort and went to stand beside him. The music that had been playing earlier gradually picked back up as musicians returned to their work and the wealthy present began to make their final choices. Miriam had quietly withdrawn, contemplating what sorts of things might come next. What he would do with her, and if there was any hope of being more than just a harlot. Those thoughts didn't show completely on her face, but there was a faint stiffness to her jaw that matched the one in her shoulders as she quietly waited for any kind of instruction to follow.