Dark Submission (Drac x FK x Mayshar x Alyssa)

[Draconis]

On and unknown planet in the depths of space, a dark clothed figure walked silently through the halls of his bleak and foreboding fortress. Its clinical metal walls revealing nothing of what lay outside, he paused briefly to look over his shoulder where his two guards followed. They were as dark as he, encased in powered armor of a color as dark as the blackest knight each carrying a huge plasma cannon so large no mortal man could hope to even lift it yet alone fire.

However these were not mortal men, they were his Death Guards, long dead corpses animated by dark rituals and given sentience. They were utterly loyal and would die for him in a heartbeat, they never retreated and never surrendered.

Satisfied that they were following he continued on his way towards the council hall. Today would be interesting, the latest attacks on the pentagon states had not gone well, two of his ancients were slain in battle. Today would be the first time their replacements had attended a meeting of the council. He looked forward to it immensely, he always enjoyed the infighting between them, the intrigues and backstabbing were a welcome diversion from more pressing matters. When one had lived as long as he you learned to take pleasure in any distraction you could find.

As he entered the hall he look around, at the obsidian black table in the middle already the most senior of his ancients sat bickering, each sitting before the banner of their house that hung from the shadowed walls. He silently made his way over to his seat upon his throne crafted from the bones of some ancient creature that was long extinct that sat upon the dais that looked down upon the council floor.

The ancients already present bowed and groveled before him, each seeking to catch his eye, but he was bored with them, they were the oldest and he had grown tired with all but a few of them. His mind was on the fresh meat that would soon be arriving.

 

[Alyssa]

Lisast adjusted her raven black hair and her matching suit, trying to ease her nerves. It would be no good if she came off to the others as weak and frightened. It was hard to not be nervous, especially considering the shoes she had to fill, and where she was going...

She double checked her business suit, trying to look as professional as she could. She had it hand tailored to fit around her curves, and was immensely proud of it when she finally got it home. She never really had much of a body, so she thought, but in this suit she started to think miracles could happen. Shaking her head briefly, she cleared her mind. Today was extremely important. She couldn't afford to be caught off guard here. You have to look confident here, she told herself. Reclining her head onto the seat behind her, she closed her eyes and hoped the trip would end soon. The sooner, the better, she smiled softly to herself and opened her eyes again. Eying the cabin around her, she lazily fidgeted with a small trinket from home that was hidden within a side pocket.

A little while later, she heard the familiar sounds of the shuttle arriving at it's destination, and she walked to the opening door, grabbing her things along with her. With a quick look around her, she continued toward her destination with purposeful strides and beating her nervousness into submission.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Alyana rested as the transport made it's way to the Council city. She rested with a hand in her hair above her head, her seat reclined and her feet in the lap of one of her consorts. She looked at the young man blankly as he caressed her thigh, massaging it. Her mind was not on him, though, it was on the coming council.

Though Alyana had been appointed to the council nearly 6 months ago, this would be her first appearance there. She would see her Master again for the first time in Centuries. She could still remember his bite, and she felt the hair on her arms and neck raise at the thought of his touch. Shuddering, she pushed the thought away.

She pulled her hand form her lightly tangled hair, waving at the man beneath her feet. He was nothing more than another of her weak spawn, good for only sex and service.

"Bring me clothes, I will not present myself to the Master nude."

The man bowed his bald head and rose. As he turned form her she admired the way his fresh tattoos rippled over his muscles, and she smiled. He had been her favorite as of late. When the man returned he held a dress thrown over one arm, and a cloak, ad well as a pair of boots. She nodded and stood. The man knelt before her and held out one boot. She stepped into it gracefully, the tipped heel raising her small frame an extra 4 inches. He repeated the procedure with the next boot, then held out a thong. She stepped into this as well, and watched as he slowly pulled up her thighs. Just before he pulled it into place he left a soft kiss on the lips of her pussy, looking up at her. She ran a hand over his bald head, and he pulled the thong firmly up, the little strap slipping between her firm ass cheeks.

The man stood then, and dropped the dress over her head, tugging it into place. It was a tattered looking thing, but in the way that made it look Gothic. The dress was cut low over her ample cleavage, her breasts perfectly shaped, and her hips had the most delicious swell from her small waist. The dress was off the shoulders, the sleeves long and tapering.

As the ship neared the Council, the man placed her cloak over her shoulders, stepping in front of her once more to hook it with a brooch, decorated finely with a ruby in the shape of the Dracosi crest.

Alyana looked up at the man and nodded to him again, and he dismissed himself from her presence, leaving her to wait for landing. SHe raised her chin as they landed and the door open, and she exited the small ship with her head held high and her shoulders back. If nothing else, all would know that she had inherited her Master's pride, if nothing else.

 

[Mayshar]

Maxis stood bare naked in his room, the dim glow of a light shining down from above onto his skin, revealing the purple hue that sometimes shown in the bright light. His skin was normally black, like every other Dark elf, but Maxis was also Vampire, and therefore a little more pale then most other Drow. Though rather short at only 5'6", his body was that of a perfect killing machine. Every muscle that was supposed to have definition did, every movement of his body was done with tremendous precision and grace. Being one of the first generation of vampires spawed by Lord Dracosi himself, Maxis has honed the art of death down to the finest detail. Not a single person in the known galaxy was as feared as him, except Lord Dracosi himself.

He let out a deep sigh, his chest rising and falling, his waist length purple hair swaying down his back. He glanced back at his bed, 3 female forms shifted and moved. If there was one thing he liked more then killing, it was sex. His prowess in bed was almost as well known as his ability to kill, almost. Most people fear Maxis when they see him, his prescence generally means death. Everyone knew he was Lord Dracosi's personal assassin, everyone knew if he was there it meant someone was going to die. Usually, the only people to see his face were people about to die, he always enjoyed the fight his targets gave him or the fear in thier eyes. Very rarely were his assassinations done without the mark knowing who thier killer was.

He slowly put on his signature black and purple silk outfit. His boots pure black, the pants a mixture of black and purple silk. He covers his torso with a black tunic and purple undershirt and slings his shining purple cloak over his shoulders. He never wore armor, he never needed it. Next he reached for his weapon belt, a belt which held his jeweled encrusted vibro-rapier, a rather unique weapon for combat but thats what Maxis liked about it. On the other side of the belt, hung his most widely known symbol. A silver crafted dagger, lined with gems and intricate carvings, it was the weapon he used to finish his victims. The entire weapon, including the hilt was made out of pure silver, a substance usually very painful and deadly to vampires. Maxis was known to be immune to the substance, something very few vampires could claim, which is why he relished in using the dagger to torture and kill his marks.

Maxis finally secured everything on his person and took one final look back to his bed, longing to be back under the sheets. The one thing Maxis disliked above anything else was politics, it meant nothing to him, but Dracosi had asked him to be at the council meeting today. He usually skips going to them even though the Lord always wants him present, but today he had made a special request of Maxis to attend, so he felt obligated.

He let out another long sigh, and slipped into the shadows he so very much loved, heading towards the council chambers.

 

[Draconis]

He sat upon his throne in silence, one hand absentmindedly running over its surface. The throne was made of dragon bone, though no living soul would know that. The Solonai had been extinct for almost a hundred thousand years, they were now little more but myths, but not to him. He knew the truth of their fate, it was something he shared with no one, he was far more ancient than even his most loyal servants knew.

As he watched the ancients arrive he took notice of only a few of them, most of them were not worthy of his attention. Of those arrived so far only Kara earned any acknowledgment from him at all. As the oldest and most powerful of all his ancients she, had the honor of leading his armies in battle, and her skill in doing so had earned her at least a small sliver of his respect, something few in the galaxy could claim to have. His attention however was still on the new arrivals, he barely remembered them, they had both been turned many hundreds of years ago yet had not been powerful enough to take their place on the council till recently. He was eager to see how much their power had matured, and more importantly he was looking forward to what would come after the council meeting. They did not know it but there was a reason that all his ancients save Maxis were female, and there were very specific rituals that followed an ancients ascension to the council.

Meanwhile in the entrance hall the remaining ancients waited for the herald to announce them, under the unmoving gaze of six Death Guards. The eldest of those waiting Lady Anaksis, the most powerful of the second generation Ancients and a powerful force on the council spots the arrival of their new sisters as they enter the hall from opposite sides. She turns to the ancient on her right, one of the ess powerful who's house is subservient to her own and whispers something in her ear that causes both of them to laugh visibly, before turning to face Alyana and Lisast.

"Well Well, what do we have here, fledgelings playing at politics, perhaps you should go hide back in those holes you've spent your un-impressive lives in and leave the politics to those who actually know what they are doing." she sneered at them in obvious contempt.

Before either can respond a new voice pierces the air, "You should show our new sisters respect Anaksis, I need not remind you that your own deeds were also quite unimpressive when you were appointed to the council."

Anaksis turns to regard the new presence and both her fury and shock are obvious. She is clearly enraged at being called out and yet fears the new woman enough not to respond. She had not noticed Lady Daskai's presence, prideful as she is Anaksis is not proud enough to challenge a first generation ancient openly, instead she bows her head and turns away back to her place in line.

Lady Daskai turns her blood red eyes upon Alyana and Lisast, her piecing gaze looks each of them over several times, clearly making her own judgement of them, at last she speaks.

"Guard yourself well fledgelings, Lady Anaksis's opinions will not be uncommon, you have much to do before you prove yourself worthy to your sisters." with that she turns and brushes past the line of ancients waiting to enter and into the council hall.

Still in shock the two women almost do not even notice that the Herald has asked them for their names and titles so that he may announce them to the rest of the council.

 

[Alyssa]

Lisast heard the muffled giggles and turned her head quickly to the offenders, sending them a dark glare. She didn't care then how old they were. She was no one to be trifled with, at least she prided herself into thinking so. Any laughs or scornful looks were received with the same emotion, with added vigor. The woman who most likely said the snide comment turned toward her and Alyana, who she couldn't even keep an eye off of. Lisast felt a slight pang of jealousy toward her, wishing she was gifted where this woman was.

The Lady Anaksis spoke then, “"Well Well, what do we have here, fledgelings playing at politics, perhaps you should go hide back in those holes you've spent your un-impressive lives in and leave the politics to those who actually know what they are doing."

“Don't they normally put old bitches down when they've outlived their usefulness?” Lisast thought, glaring heavily at the other lady, refusing to even acknowledge the fact this woman was much older and powerful than she was. She didn't like being challenged and insulted, and this had to stop, lest she'd get treated like a doormat the rest of her time on the council. Before she was able to give voice to her insult, another voice interrupted.

"You should show our new sisters respect Anaksis, I need not remind you that your own deeds were also quite unimpressive when you were appointed to the council." the woman reproached Lady Anaksis, and Lisast couldn't hide the smirk that rose on her luscious red lips. She turned to Lady Daskai and bowed deeply.

"Guard yourself well fledgelings, Lady Anaksis's opinions will not be uncommon, you have much to do before you prove yourself worthy to your sisters.” the Lady walks off leaving Lisast in a bit of shock, before she manages to murmur “I will.”

Hearing a bit of commotion near her, she notices the Herald trying to get her attention. “Name and Title, please.” she's asked.

“Lisast, director of operations for New Yakuza syndicate.” She nods and continues in the line.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Alyana entered the line of entrants without so much as a word to anyone else. She regarded everyone the same, and paid no mind to the snickers and giggles. She had found long ago that to give any notice to the fools who mocked her was a waste of time. They would be dead soon enough.

One voice, though, refused to be ignored. She turned and looked in silence, her dark eyes empty of any readable emotion as Anaksis mocked her and the other newest entry to the council. She, once more, did not bother to give the words any mind, turning her head away form the woman without a word. She continued to hold her head high, her shoulders back. She may have only come into her power a few hundred years, but she wore it well.

Her attention, however was grabbed when Lady Daskai spoke. She turned not only her head, but her entire body to look upon the woman. Her eyes shifted slightly, and she looked at the woman with an edge of deference that was almost unrecognizable. Her head rose some as the woman spoke. She bowed only her head in reply, dropping her eyes slightly in the closest thing to honour she would show anyone.

As the herald turned to her, she gave him her full attention, "Lady Alyana Drakmoore, Grand Warlock of the Bloody Hand." She turned away form him again, her eyes forward, scrutinizing as she began to take measure of all those she now stood amongst, all those who would compete with her for the attention of the Master Dracosi.

 

[Mayshar]

Maxis made his way through the citadel in complete silence and invisibility, just the way he liked it. Though extremely charismatic when he wanted to be, he preferred to go unnoticed most of the time. Some said his looks and gait where magical, that it drew peoples attention to him. So he found it easier to just keep to the shadows unless he wanted to be the center of attention. There were only 2 people in the entire House who he couldnt hide from, and they usually didnt care where he was.

He arrives at the council chambers just as the newest members of the council arrive. They both catch his attention, which was hard to do anymore. He had been around so long, and been with so many women, most of the time they just all seemed to the same to him. But something about these two have him pause, maybe it was their fearless attitudes towards stronger members of the council. Maxis always did like breaking a women who thought she was unbreakable.

He watches them exchange words with a few of the ladies, ones he has had before. To be honest, he has had all of them before except for one, Lady Kara, the cold bitch. Even thinking about her makes him aroused and angry at the same time. The only female stronger then him, the only person stronger then him, except for the Lord himself. He found that his gaze had found its way towards Lady Kara, who was starring right at him, as she she knew he was thinking about her again. They exchanged the briefest of nods, out of respect. Maxis then turned his gaze up towards Lord Dracosi himself, keeping himself hidden for now, but wondering why he had been asked specifically to attend this meeting.

 

[Draconis]

Lord Dracosi watched silently as the rest of the ancients entered the hall and took their places, he spared most but the briefest of glances, only the last two truly earned his attention. Lady Alyana and Lisast. He remembered their turnings if only at the most basic of levels, yet he knew very little of them since that time, each had earned their place but neither had any remarkable achievements to make them stand out. He decided then and there that he would put them through the ritual. It had been many centuries since he had done so to one of his ancients and many more since he had done it to a new appointment, but he was intrigued by them and time was also short he had to be sure that they would serve his goals.

When all the ancients had taken their places, their eyes turned to him and he nodded, the only indication he ever gave that they were clear to proceed. As they began their discussion his eyes shifted to the back of the room where Maxis stood in the shadows, he was glad that Maxius had chosen not to disobey his request to attend this meeting, he often did, and while he gave Maxis some latitude in such due to his usefulness failure to do so today would have been a grave mistake. Locking eyes with his assassin he sent his thoughts out across the room to him.

"Your reason for being here will become clear soon enough, for now simply keep silent and remain out of sight" with his message sent he turned his attention back to the arguing currently taking place on the council floor.

"We should attack now!" Lady Tzasahami one of his senior fleet commanders exclaimed "Armana's border defenses are at their weakest point in decades, there is no better time to strike than now."

"You would risk our forces before the rest of our preparations are complete over a highly suspcious intelligence report?!" another voice exclaimed in outrage.

Tzasahami hissed and wheeled on the other voice baring her fangs

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"You should leave military matters to those who actually have experience Dania, I do not need lessons in strategy from a glorified accountant!"

Lady Dania did not let the response break her cool demeanor and simply brushed it off with the wave of her hand, well accustomed to Tzashami's outbursts.

"This glorified accountant keeps your ships fueled and armed and your troops supplied with weapons and armor and you would do well to remember it Tzashami"

The bickering only escalated from that point and Lord Dracois quickly lost interest his eyes moving to Lady Alyana who sat silently observing the argument. He held his gaze on her for several minutes before moving it to Lisast and doing the same. He was just about to intervene in the argument as it was slowing down the pace of a meeting he already wished finished when it was done for him.

"ENOUGH!" a powerful voice exclaimed followed by a loud boom "This bickering achieves nothing and I have heard enough of the opinions of fools to listen a second longer"

His gaze shifted to Lady Kara, who was now half standing from her place at her table her fist still clenched on its surface from where she had smashed it down. She was as imposing as ever in her black armor, her horned skull helm adding to the frightening visage she already possesed, her other hand was tightly gripping the hilt of her massive greatsword.

"The choice on when and where to attack is MINE and mine alone!" she exclaimed "If I desire your input in the future I will ask for it Lady Tzashami, now if we can move on from pointless bickering between imbiciles perhaps we can get to issues that are actually worth my time. I am very interested to hear Director Lisast's report on her syndicate's operations in Scian since she assumed the mantle of leadership."

Second later a nother voice joined the discussion

"I would much like to hear Lady Alyana's report on the rebuilding of the Bloody Hand as well following their near destruction at Caliax" Lady Karina the last of the three first generation Ancients who sat upon the council spoke from her seat between Lady Kara and Daskai

 

[Alyssa]

Liasat clears her throat as she stands, making sure the room has fallen into moderate silence, enough for her voice to carry.

“I will make it short and sweet, ladies..and gentlemen. I do not wish to waste anyone's time here. I've managed to wrangle most of the smaller gangs in the area under one banner. At first it was not easy, but it's been done, and the stragglers are being taken...care... of.” As she says this, a small smile appears on her pale face. “Now that things are back under control since I've been named leader of the syndicate in Scian, we're going to see a lot of increased profits. More profits equals more power. I'll make sure things stay that way even. I've only just come in, but I am extremely confident in my abilities. Thank you.” She bows to the group and resumes her seat, eying the group, and briefly looks at Lord Dracois briefly before lowering her eyes with dutiful respect.

“Lady Alyana.” She says softly, indicating it was her turn to present her report.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Alyana rose, bowing her head first at the Master Dracosi, then at the three ancients that sat together. Her dark eyes chose no one in particular to rest upon, and yet it seemed as though she were speaking to someone directly.

"Though the ranks of the Bloody Hand were decimated, I have already made great strides in creating new forces. I have found a planet rich with Arcane blood, and I myself have turned more sorceresses to our side in the last month than were turned in the last three years. Though our ranks are sorely depleted, I estimate that they will be stronger than they were before the fall of Lady Malis in no more than three months."

She bowed her head again, her eyes falling on the Ancient that had voiced her interest in the status of her guild for a only a moment before she seated herself. Again, she fell into silence, sitting as still as the stone her seat was made of, taking in everything, without seeming to be paying attention to much of anything. In the shadows she could feel a body, though when she searched them she came up empty. She looked up at the Master Dracosi again, watching him as the Council continued, her first test of competency completed.

 

[Mayshar]

Maxis watched from the darkness, not really paying any attention to what was being said, but listening at the same time. He wasnt ignorant or fool hardy, but had no interest the the politics. He was a killer, nothing more and nothing less. He tried to hide his displeasure at being there when Lord Dracosi spoke to him in his mind, but he failed, as he always does at that.

"Yes, M'Lord."

Was all he sent back to the ruler of the house, knowing it would suffice. In reality, Maxis could only think of one reason why he would be summoned so specifically to a council meeting....one of the ancients was meant to be an example to the others, someone was going to die. He didnt really care who, part of him hoped it was Kara, though he might not win that fight he couldnt help but be eager at the opportunity.

Maxis noticed one of the new ancients searching the shadows, as if looking for someone. Could she possibly have known he was there? She obviously couldnt find him, but even having the where-with-all to know something was lurking showed great skill. Only Lord Dracosi and Kara were powerful enough to sense Maxis, this only intrigued him further about the new recruits.

Even while the thoughts went thru his head, his body was moving into the best possible position to do the task he knew was coming. His instincts guided him to within quick striking distance of nearly every ancient, just waiting for the order. His muscles tingled with the anticipation of doing what they relished the most, bringing death.

 

[Draconis]

Kara nodded in response to Alyana and Lisast's reports, then glanced for just a second to Lord Dracosi who gave only the slightest of nods, so small as to be unnoticed by all but the most perceptive. Her eyes then flashed across where Maxis stood in the shadow's locking eyes with him for only a second before continuing back to the rest of the council. She stood again her midnight black armor clinking as she did so and turned to one of the other ancients.

"Lady Amaris perhaps you would care to brief us on your recent Intelligence gathering results" Her Ice blue eyes were cold as ever but if one looked closely they would have seen a burning bloodlust behind them, it took everything she had to reign in her rage at the moment. Amaris's eyes widened and she appeared off guard but stood anyway to address the others.

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"Our recent scouting reports have showed that not only is Armana's border defenses at its weakest in decades, as Lady Tzasahami has stated but that Kaidan fleets that would normaly be in a position to come to the Armanian's aid are well out of position at present to render such aid" she stated coolly

"Flawless report Lady Amaris" Kara replied before pausing, "Except for the fact that it is a total lie! What did they offer you Amaris? Did they tell you they could save your soul? What was the price for betraying your sisters and your lord?" The bloodlust in her eyes was now plainly evident but she held herself in check, this kill was not for her. "Tell me my new sisters" she said her eyes drifting back to Alyana and Lisast, "Do you know the penalty for treason?" As she spoke Amaris hissed and bared her fangs, backing away from the table towards the exit

Lord Dracosi did not move from his throne but his eyes did flash to Maxis for just a moment.

"You know what to do"

 

[Alyssa]

She watched as Lady Kara seethed at Amaris, half hoping she would get to see someone put down. Containing her smile, she nodded at Lady Kara when she asked her and Alyana.

“Yes. Death.” Lisast replied softly, noting the anger and bloodlust in Lady Kara's eyes. The elder woman turned away, and Lisast was able to catch Lord Dracosi shooting someone a look, but she could not see who he was looking at. No matter.

A small smirk formed on her lips again, as she saw Lady Amaris hiss and back away. It was only a matter of time, and she half wished the woman wouldn't run. Lisast wanted to watch this, strangely transfixed, feeling the energy of the room change to vicious excitement, knowing the inevitable would occur.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Alyana did not have to reply to Lady Kara's question, and she did not care to. It was a fool question anyhow. If Lady Kara thought they did not know the penalty for treason, then she thought they were weak and stupid.

She watched as Master Dracosi looked to the shadows, the same shadows she had been searching only moment before, and she sat back in her chair, relaxed. She could almost taste the blood in the air,even now, and she could fear Lady Amaris' fear. She thrived on it, breathing it it and swallowing it.

She looked forward to seeing a fresh death, it seemed to her that a number of Council members had been around long past their due time, that the council had grown stale and weak and bickering.

 

[Mayshar]

Maxis continued to slink through the shadows, preparing himself for the moment he sensed was soon approaching. So long had he been the Lord's agent of death, so long had he been trained to kill, his talents allowed him to know when a death was near, especially one caused by his hand.

As Kara turned towards Amaris, Maxis knew instantly the time had come. His mark had been chosen. He could tell by the way Kara was asking the question, that this was going to be the one to die in the council today. Part of him was sad, realizing it was indeed not Kara, not yet.

As Amaris answered, Maxis was already in position, he had already planned the entire moment of death and was now waiting to act. Kara's words accusing Amaris of lying echoed all around the council chambers, the look from Lord Dracosi came his way, and even as the words were being uttered Maxis was already on his target.

Amaris backed away from the table and all of the other ancients, trying to find an escape. There was no escape from Maxis, if anyone had known he was there they would have known she was already dead. As the Lords words ended, time seemed to stop for only a briefly moment, Amaris' hiss turned into a final release of air as a sharp silver point exploded out of the front of her chest, centered directly through her heart. There was still no sign of Maxis as her dark blood trailed its way down her breast and following down her stomach and leg. In an instant, a figure appeared in front of her, his back towards the the rest of the ancients, only his long shining purple cloak visible to them.

He lifts one finger up to her breast, playfully scrapping her blood of with his finger as his unmistakable signature killing tool stayed stuck in her back, holding her in place from pain and weakness the substance caused most vampires. He brings his finger to his lips and licks the blood of sensually, only Amaris able to see. As the silver burnt and destroyed her from the inside, Maxis leaned in close and ran his tongue along her neck, then whispers in her ear.

"You were never a good fuck either, enjoy the true death."

Her final scream shrieks across the entire as Maxis snaps his fangs out and bites down on her neck, draining the last of her essence as she meets the true death. Her body smoulders and turns to ash in front of all the ancients and Lord Dracosi. The silver dagger falls into Maxis' outstretched hand catching it deftly. He flips the dagger with a dexterity unmatched in the the universe and turns to face the remaining council members. Most of them seeing the house assassin for the first time ever, but his extremely unique purple hair gives away his identity. The dagger slides back into its sheath at his waist with a click.

His gaze passes over the 2 newest members of the council, Alyana and Lisast, the rumors of his mere look and grace being magical enough to get a woman's juices flowing ring true. Their bodies react even if their minds dont want to, but he only holds their vision for a moment before Looking up at Lord Dracosi, his tongue slipping out between his lips to lick of the remaining blood of Lady Amaris. He nods, the task complete.

 

[Draconis]

Lord Dracosi made no sign that he acknowledged his assassin's nod but his eyes did lock with Maxis's for the briefest of seconds. It was enough for Maxis to understand that his lord was pleased with the kill. As Kara returned the council to order his eyes flashed to her for several moments and when she nodded slightly moments later it became obvious to any who were observant that some unknown conversation had passed between them unheard.

He stood suddenly, the white bones that adorned his black armor catching the light as he did, and turned without a word towards the exit to his private chambers. As he made his way out of the room and passed by Maxis he sent a final message to his assassin.

"Stay for the remainder of the meeting, when it is done bring Lady Alyana and Lisast to my chambers"

Then he brushed past him and out of the room his personal guards following behind. The council was still in mild chaos, many of the ancients still in an uproar. It did not return to order until Kara unsheathed her six foot long greatsword and clove one of the tables in two with a massive overhand blow.

"ENOUGH!" she roared, "You bicker like children, Amaris betrayed us and recieved the fate she rightfully deserved. The moment is past and we will waste no more time or words on her. Now who has the next order of business?"

The council members quickly sat down and the next ancient who was to speak stood and began, the council would likely last for several more hours. Though everyone present knew that the most exciting part was over and that the remainder would be boring and dull, it was their duty to remain till all matters had been settled.

 

[Alyssa]

Lisast secretly enjoyed watching the traitor die,although she kept her outward composure. When she had seen Amaris' killer, however, it was hard for her to keep her control. She eyed him up and down in the brief moment she saw him. It took almost all of her control to sit there, only letting herself squirm briefly in her seat.

She found her attention back on the meeting when Lady Kara began screaming and throwing her large sword about. Lisast wasn't about to say a word, to let the elders of the council just say their pieces and learn from them. Their constant bickering, however, was getting boring already, and she had to fight to stay aware enough to listen, just in case someone called for her opinion Ha, she thought. I'm young, they don't dare ask my opinion.

The rest of the meeting passed without too much commotion, besides the typical argument, and after several long hours, the council stood up and proceeded to leave. Lisast began to get up; to remove herself from all the drama (at least for that evening), but was soon stopped.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Alyana watched in silence as Maxis destroyed the betrayer. She raised an eyebrow as she saw that he was immune to silver, and reached up to her own necklace, made of pure, beautiful silver. The brooch was large and encrusted with rubies and emeralds, an onyx in the shape of a dragon in the very center. A small, hidden clasp could be opened, and inside Alyana kept silver dust.

She had never seen anyone else use silver as a weapon though. She watched as the man's eyes moved from Lisast to her, and she did nothing more to acknowledge him that raise her chin some. She would not show the weakness of sexuality in front of the council. She would remain cool and composed, no matter the changes in her body. No man would ever take a hold on her, beyond that of her Master, the Lord Dracosi.

Alyana's eyes returned to Kara as she stood and cleaved a table in two. She found herself agreeing with the woman, the bickering was childish and a waste of time. As the council continued in earnest, she sighed, remaining always alert but distant.

As the council finally came to a close she stood, discreetly stretching each of her muscles before turning. She was slightly surprised to find Maxis standing before her, tall and imposing. She let one corner of her mouth pull up into a smirk, just slightly as she raised her face to him. It was not a sexual look, it was not even playful, it was a deadly acknowledgment of him, and the dangers he presented.

 

[Mayshar]

Maxis accepted the brief glance from Dracosi as a job well done and didnt fail to notice the exchange between Kara and his master as well. He showed no signs that he had heard his masters command to collect the newest members of the council, but of course he had. Maxis knew what happened after each council session when there were new recruits. He had even had the privledge of being involved in a few of the, "Welcoming Parties".

He kept his himself out in the open for the rest of the meeting, putting most of the council on edge and nervous for the rest of the meeting. His moment long passed, he instantly grew bored but kept finding himself looking back to the two newest members. He couldnt help himself, he wanted both of them. His keen eye noticed the silver necklace Alyana wore, and he couldnt help but become aroused. Only a couple times in his history had he broke a women who was also immune to silver, the immunity so rare he usually didnt have the oppurtunity.

The other woman, Lisast seemed so, naive of the goings on of the council. Though obviously far from a virgin, she didnt seem to grasp the sexual part of their nature as much as Lady Alyana. Either one of them would be fun to have, both of them would be a great adventure, which is why Lord Dracosi must be bringing them both at once, he of course saw the same things that Maxis did.

Once the meeting finally ended, he made his way to the two females, neither of them noticing him until he stood directly in front of them, his hypnotizing eyes glancing back and forth between the two ladies, finding their way to the ladies most, enticing body parts.

"You two are to come with me. Now. I suggest you dont doddle."

He turned and headed towards the hallway that lead to Dracosi's private chambers, sending a message to his lord as they made thier way his direction.

"They are coming M'lord, we will arrive shortly"

 

[Draconis]

Lord Dracosi had changed out of his armor and now stood clothed in dark robes and leather in the entry hall of his private chambers, his back was to the door as he gazed upon one of the many sculptures that adorned the hall. The art was alien and strange, its creaters unknown to any save he and a few others. So little of Solonai art and culture had survived the countless thousands of years since their fall. As he felt Maxis's message and knew they would arrive soon he moved to the weapons display on the wall next to the statue and after careful contemplation lifted a beautiful silver sword from its place in the display.

Perfectly timed the others arrived not moments later, he did not address them at first, waiting for them to fall to their knees as was appropriate, he let the silence hang in the air for several minutes before he finally spoke.

"As you have seen, loyalty within the council is no longer something I can be assured of." he began his back still to them, "Which brings into question, Just how much I can trust your loyalty"

As he spoke the last statement he turned quickly the sword slashing through the air between them before stopping with its point mere inches from Lisast's throat, he held it there for a moment before moving it to Alyana's. He saw the look of fear that had been in Lisast's eyes was not present in her and smiled.

"Do not be so confident in your immunites child, this sword is not made of simple silver. This is Solonai godsteel, you will feel its bite regardless of your immunity to silver"

When her expression changed and he could now see the fear in her eyes he was satisifed, and lowered the sword placing the point upon the ground.

"Since I cannot trust your loyalty, nor can I trust your words, and have no deeds of note from either of you to judge by, we shall have a test of your devotion." His ice blue eyes met both of theirs for just a moment before he turned again and headed down the hall, not ordering them to follow for he knew they would follow the unspoken command. He led them down the hall and into a dark lit room. The walls of the room held many ornate weapons of war and many displays of various implements of torture and pain, hanging from the wall opposite the door were several sets of chains.

Turning once more to face the two women he looked both in the eyes before turning to Maxis.

"Strip them and place them in the chains" as he spoke he reached out to the wall and took a small device roughly six to seven inches in length and looked it over once, satisfied that the electro-whip was in working order he turned to Maxis once more and handed it to him. "You know what to do from there"

 

[Alyssa]

A thousand thoughts flew in her head, unsure of why she was being led to Lord Dracosi. She may have been new, but she thought this couldn't be good. Did she say something wrong? No, that couldn't have been it, if she had she would have been killed by Maxis. She walked silently with Alyana, who she assumed was lost in her own thoughts anyway.

When the doors opened to Lord Dracosi's chamber, they shuffled inside, and instinctively knelt before him, regardless if his back was turned. Lisast listened to his words intently, and did not say anything, knowing her place was to be silent in his presence. Her eyes grew wide when she found an intricate silver sword at her throat. She tried to control her fear, even if she did not show it, it was obvious in her eyes. She continued to listen, however, ignoring her panicked feelings inside.

Lisast shivered a bit when she heard him command Maxis to strip her and her companion, but did not question his judgment and kept silent. She waited patiently until ordered to stand, and she did so. She swallowed hard, and looked at Maxis and the device he held.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Alyana followed Maxis in complete silence. Her eyes skimmed the hallway before her, taking in the art work, the rich tapestries. She did not bother to guess at the Master's will, it was not her place to do so. When her slaves and servants were ordered to do something they did it without question, without thought, and she would give her Master the same courtesy.

Alyana could remember her turning, even if she forgot teh first couple hundred years after that. his touch was like a physical memory, his bite ingrained always in her mind.

Her eyes shifted to Maxis' back as they walked, and she was not surprised that she had the same urges toward him as she had toward her only Master. Still, he was not her Master, and she did not show him that respect. She showed him the respect he was due as Assassin, and nothing more.

As they came upon the Master Dracosi, Lyana knelt slowly, gracefully, her head dropping for a moment in full submission. As her Master spoke, though, she lifted her head to meet his eyes. She listened to his words without a word, without a movement. Her many years as Sorceress had taught her how to be as as still as marble, as silent as the true dead.

When his blade first pointed it's cool tip at her she looked no more afraid than she would have of steel, but when he spoke of it's true make, her eyes dropped in subservience, a chill of fear, of the true fear all knew at the mention of those long gone, ran through her, reminding that immortality was truly little more than an weak illusion. Even the most powerful could die, and she was not yet the most powerful.

When he told them to rise, and gave Maxis the order to strip them, she again lifted her head, and stood very still. She knew what was to come, she saw the electro whip, but she did not shy away form it.

 

[Mayshar]

Maxis stopped at the door to the chambers and ushered the girls inside first, allowing them to take thier places on the floor before the master. Maxis followed in after, and showed his own respect by dropping to one knee, behind the girls. He had seen and heard the speech several times, so his gaze was focused on the girls the entire time, hoping he would be asked to join in this time.

A grin escaped his lips as Ayana realized the truth of the masters words regarding the blade. The same threat had been made to him in the past, he knew the feeling well. The constant fear and uncertainty in Lisast made him aroused as well, whether it was tonight or later he had decided he would have both of these women.

As the master leaves he waits for the ladies to follow, then Maxis takes up the rear. He didnt expect them to try and flee, but habit dictated he bring up the rear. He did so much like bringing up the rear...

His thought wondered slightly before arriving in the masters favorite room. He looked over all the lovely toys on the wall, and was almost shocked when Dracosi handed him his signature toy. The look in his eyes was, unnerving to be sure. He turned to the two ladies and made a simple command.

"Strip"

The word carried a power with it, a power they couldnt ignore. His will had compelled them to strip. They could fight, but ultimately had to obey. He slipped the handle of the electronic whip into his belt as they de-clothed. He threw off his cloak, and piled up his tunic and top right after, leaving his chest bare. The ladies got to witness the form of a perfect assassin, the muscles in his chest and abdomen in perfect definition.

He walks over to Lisast first, a small grin on his face as he looks into her eyes. He grabs her by the throat, his grip simple but extremely powerful. He slowly walks her over, held aloft easily with one hand to the chains. He lifts her up into position and clasps each wrist. Then he reaches down and does her ankles. His eyes strolling over her body the entire time. Finally he stands up and does the neck, the final "click" signaling her imprisonment.

He then rushes with vampire speed at Aryana, his movements impossible to track except by lord Dracosi. He snatches her throat as well and places her on the wall before she has time to react. His nails dig into her skin, already drawing blood. His fangs pop out as he hisses at her, holding her against the wall with his powerful strength. He flashes again, doing all of her clasps in a moment, securing her to the wall.

He runs a finger down Aryanas neck, then over one of her breasts, stopping briefly to squeeze her nipple. Then he continues to trace a line with his fingernail down her stomach to her waist, stopping just above her crotch. He quickly rips the handle of the whip out of his pants, the electric blue whip crackling to life. His face shows the pleasure he is about to have, whther or not he gets to complete the ritual with the master, he was honored to get it started.

Not uttering a single word, he reaches back and cracks the energy weapon into Aryanas chest, leaving a slice which cauterizes instantly. He continues the same motion and changes target to Lisast, letting another crack echo through the room as he marks her upper thigh with his first blow. He swings the whip bove his head, then bring it across in front of him, snapping them both across the breasts with a single blow.

He turned the handle around, letting the energy down to the floor, the handle upright in his hand like a 6 inch club. It was obvious even the handle discharged energy, though not as powerful as the whip itself, the charge was sure to injure even the person wielding it. He brings the handle end up to Aryanas face and smiles, showing his fangs and teeth.

"Im going to enjoy helping the master break you."

He places the handle at the top of her chest, and runs it down along in between her boobs down to her belly button, its electrical charge snapping from it every moment. He stops there, and bends down to lick the area just above her slit, the touch of his tongue holding a mystical energy of its own, arousing juices inside of her.

He rushes away from her over to Lisast, the end still held in his hand.

"Dont worry, Maxis hasnt forgotten about you."

He bites into her nipple with his teeth, drawing blood. The handle comes down onto the nipple and is held above the wound, sizzling the newly dripping blood. He backs up and brings the business end of the whip around again, letting out another crack of power as it snaps into the Lisast's other breast. Thier evening has only begun...

 

[Draconis]

Lord Dracosi watched in total silence from the back of the room as Maxis went about his task, he rarely allowed others to participate in breakings, and he was always interested in seeing how different their own methods could be than his own. His gaze moved between the two women chained before him as he judged them much the way he would a piece of meat, or potential prey. At last his gaze fell upon Alyana and he smiled just slightly. It was not a pleasant smile, had either of the women been able to see him the smile would likely have only magnified whatever fear they already felt many times over. He slowly walked over to Maxis and placed his hand on his shoulder, stopping him from making his next stroke with the whip and looked down towards him.

"Continue with this one" he stated casually gesturing to Lisast, "I will begin with the other"

No sooner than he spoke the words than he was in motion, his arm reaching out as he pressed several buttons on the nearby pillar. Alyana's chains moved in the tracks they were set within, pulling her into the center of the room before they retracted into the floor and ceiling leaving her suspended in the air, her legs and arms spread wide and her head held backwards by the chain around her neck reaching up from the floor. He examined the chains for a moment, until he was satisifed that they were functioning as intended and then moved over to the wall. Where he removed several insruments of various types and returned to his bound toy.

He walked around in front of her and looked down into her eyes, his ice blue gaze unflinching as he stared deep into them for several moments. Then suddenly he looked away downwards towards her exposed chest, as his hand moved forward and attached two vicious alligator clips to her nipples, then kneeled down slightly to attach a third to her clit. Standing back he examined the device and satisfied that the wiring connecting the three clips was secure and intact he took the as yet unconnected wire and attached a small cylindrical device with a rounded end to it. Walking around behind her he knelt down and pushed the device up into her anus. He then moved to the wall and removed a second shock whip, though this one was noticably different.

"The device i have attached to you is an electro pain amplifier circuit." he told her coldly and without emotion, as he held the whip before her face, "This is a special shock whip designed to transfer mild electrical current into the being it strikes. When it does, the amplifier circuit will absorb the current and circulate it through these four ends, preserving the charge, with each strike the charge will build and the current will become more powerful."

He paused for a moment allowing the words to sink in and then activated the whip and raised it above his head,

"Let us begin" he said as he brought it down snapping it across the cheeks of her ass.