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Masquerade (Google & Vixen_M)

It took Shuraste only a moment to confirm that he was indeed inside of her room, he could see her body through the material of her bed hanging and could smell... so many different sweet things in the room that he could hardly name him. Different from his own bedchambers which were scented with night blooming flowers, jasmine and the like which he always found relaxing. She would soon learn to prefer those scents compared the the honey and vanilla scent of her own room. Shuraste pushed this thought aside though, it was a distraction that he hardly needed when he was trying to take his chosen back with him to her new home. This sort of desire he was feeling could end up driving him insane, Drow being as susceptible as their cousins to the pains of the heart. Once he had her though it would be a moot point for both of them, no danger at all.

He was dressed in simple black cotton, normally preferring leather but the cotton allowed for greater range of motion and made a great deal less noise as he glided across the floor toward Silv's bed, gently pulling aside the hanging that stood between him and what he desired. For a moment he could do nothing more then just stare down at his prize, brushing a stray hair away from her face and back over her ear. “I'm here for you Princess.” He whispered as he carefully scooped her up into his arms and without any apparent strain began to carry her toward the portal, still in place where he had stepped through it, so focused on his goal he didn't even notice if she was moving or awake in his arms, perhaps she would think it a dream.

And then they were through, in his room where everything had been set out for them, low burning candles, fine silver chains laying out on the bed should the need arise, wine and simple fruits arranged should hunger or thirst be felt... nothing would be interrupting what he had in mind. And then, with the utmost delicacy Shurast lay Silvanna down on his bed, pleased to see her where she truly belonged.
 
Feeling a presence in her room she thought of getting up, but it was one that comforted her and as she felt someone lean down and whisper she did not realize who it was until she was in the arms for her prince. Looking up at him for a moment she wondered if it was a dream, but with how gently he carried her she leaned her head into his chest and fell back to sleep, knowing she was safe with him even if it was a dream. When he entered his room she noticed the difference in smells she it stirred her slightly, it smelt like him, her prince and she faintly opened her eyes when she was placed on the bed, still in a daze and not believing what she was seeing as she smiling sweetly at him, "Oh how badly I have been wanting to see you... I was afraid you had forgotten me... this must be a dream..." She murmured before closing her eyes again and made herself comfortable on his bed.

Hours seemed to pass easily for her and after a while she woke, fully this time and realizing she was not in her own room and in a panic she sat up looking around frantically, "Where am I? What happened? How did I get here?" She whimpered softly as she sat up and noticed the prince, confusion on her face before she thought about this, "It was not a dream, you really came for me last night? But what about my parents I don't want them thinking I am harmed or dead. Will I be allowed to see them again?" She asked, knowing some of the drow ways were very harsh, but some had been changed, and she hoped so since she loved her family dearly, but she also loved him dearly as well although she hardly knew him. Calming for a moment she took in slow breaths, gathering herself enough to not be in a complete panic as she seemed to have been in.

Looking at the chains on the bed she was a little confused, were they meant for her, or something else. She did not know if she wanted that question answered and she moved over to him hugging him tightly, "I missed you so badly, I hated having to wait to see you... I thought I had was just dreaming this up, you and being yours... The days went by so slowly..." She muttered softly as she looked up at him a little curious, "How did you get into the castle and me here so quickly, it would have taken all night?" She asked, knowing she would tell no one, but she wondered how he had done everything.
 
It had taken some time for her to awaken but Shuraste had been patient enough to sit in a chair by the bed side, reading a book. Or at least he had been trying to read a book, in all honesty every time she stirred a little, every noise she made distracted him, had him looking up in the hopes that she had awoken. Still it took quite a bit of time though and Shuraste had remained patient, she would awaken in her own time and for him to wake her up before she was ready would be impolite, if he was tired when she did finally wake up then he would just have to take steps to tire her out as well. That thought crossing his mind made him chuckle a little bit just as Silv finally began to stir followed by what appeared to be a moment of panic on her own part, it was almost a little bit cute.

Setting down the book, not even bothering to mark his page because he had right away lost any interest in continuing to read the book. Swiftly he moved to her side, brushing a hand over her shoulder in the hopes that his presence would calm her. “I brought you here my dear, it hardly matters how I did so but I brought you to my home to be with me.” He knew her fears that she wouldn't be allowed to see her parents ever again and he could understand it quite easily, however he didn't intend to be quite so cruel. “I won't forbid you to see your parents my dear, but for the time being you won't be seeing them face to face... I will allow for you to write letters and receive them as long as you promise to not give away my name or location.”

As her arms wrapped around him though he wasn't able to hold off any longer, he embraced her in kind, holding her tight and running his lips over the side of her neck, inhaling deeply and recognizing the scent of her room on her skin and in her hair. “I will admit, I used a bit of magic to get you here more rapidly, it seemed the most expedient way to do things... I couldn't wait to have you in my home.” His hands traced down her back as he spoke, lightly teasing her flesh through the sheer nightgown she was wearing. “I apologize if abduction is not seen as romantic to your kind but among my species to abduct you intended is a sign of how serious you are... the only proper way to begin a courtship.”
 
When he held her she smiled and nearly cried, leaning her head against him she could smell those flowers, and the scent that was the him, unabelt to explain it, like a spice that made her body shiver, and as he kissed her neck she smiled a little, hearing him talk of how it must seem and what his people's way was and then she remembered and looked up at him nodding, "I found my grandmother's journal and read it, she left it to me and while I waited for you I discovered she was actually one of your kind, and I was named after her. She wed a half drow and my mother turned out to look like me, as did I turn out to look like my mother, I suppose that is why I am so different from others of my kind is I am more like my grandmother. And I get my silver hair from her, that is all I received it seemed." She told him, letting him know she knew a little of their ways.

When he spoke of her not being able to see her parents right away she seemed a little upset, but being able to write them would put them at ease so they would not be in much of a panic to find her missing, "I will not mention anything except that I am doing well to them." She said softly as she looked up at him, glad to hear that he missed her a little atleast. "I am surprised that you were able to get through the barriers and into the castle, but no need to explain more." However she looked up at him a little nervous, mention of drow courtship had been said in her grandmother's book, but she hoped it was not as she thought. "I find it romantic, what you did, but to begin a courtship, is my parents blessing not needed?" She asked, hoping he would tell her everything and not just leave her in the dark, or to have it be a surprise.
 
The knowledge that she was part Drow was hardly a surprise, from what he had heard more then a few of the more noble Elven families had the exact same skeleton in their closet and tried to keep it quiet. Still it was a rather nice thing to know, if anyone in the court tried to bring up the fact that he had chosen a bride outside of their own race he could point out that she had Drow blood and he was merely trying to bring a lost member of their race back into the fold. Complete bullshit of course, he would be interested in her even if there wasn't a single drop of Drow inside of her... he could have taught her. This however might help him save some time, Drow all had a tendency to submit to the stronger while also holding a rebellious streak, a strange duality... there was always a struggle for power among his kind whether it was in the open or hidden in the shadows.

“Quite interesting to hear that you and I have something in common.” He said with a small chuckle as he reached up to gently stroke her ear, he had been waiting for so long and his patience was running out quite quickly, having her in front of him there was oh so tempting. There wasn't much longer that he would be able to wait for her, to have her. Without any conscious thought his hand that wasn't stroking her ear began to move to the shoulder of her night gown, slowly slipping it down from her shoulder to bare more of her flesh to him.

“Among my kind though, parents often don't approve of a relationship, familial grudges go back for quite some time. TO go to the parents of your intended can often be a great way to get yourself killed.” In her case he doubted her family would try to kill him but it was the way that things are done, to deviate from it would put her in more danger then he would be in. “I am sure that when the time comes we can get the approval of your parents, if you like you may include in a letter that you are being held by the man who intends to make you his bride... just don't give away my identity just yet.”

Now he had grown tired of talking though, moving forward he began to push her back toward the bed until he felt her against it and with a gentle shove he had her sitting here. “Enough talk though, I did bring you here for a reason, I trust this is enough of a gesture to show how serious I am.” He was teasing her a little bit, he had been denied once but it wouldn't happen a second time.
 
She smiled as he stroked her ear, she had wanted his touch for so long ever since she had been in the garden with him, her body shivering against him and she even lift her shoulders so he could pull the sleeves down and show her bare shoulders, something she normally would never allow a man to do, but from the moment she showed in interest in him and knew he would not allow her to stop him this time, not that she wanted him to stop at all.

"I understand, I will write to them telling them that I am with my intended and will see them when things are worked out. And while my father might not like it, my mother would understand, and they are both rather unique in their own ways." She said as she remembered once walking in on them when her father had his mother tied up from the bed posts and had been whipping her. Of course Silv was young and did not understand and ran from the room but her mother explained later that her father had not hurt her and that she would understand when she became older, or she might not since many were very prude.

Giggling she noticed he did not want to wait and nodded her head, from her ear hidden by her hair she reached her hand up and withdrew from her ear his earring and held it out to him, she kept it hidden from everyone as a secret and figured he would want it back now. "Here I believe this is yours my prince." She said softly as she was pushed back onto the bed and felt her heart beating a little faster as she almost fell back had her arms not caught her to keep her sitting up.
 
Her parents had their own unique ways about them... quite interesting and he would have to find out just what that meant. That was secondary to what was important at that moment though, he wanted to have her in every single way possible right away rather then wait and ask what she meant. “Well its nice to know that both of your parents won't resent me for this, one I can probably win over but two of them would be so much more difficult to deal with.” As he spoke he tried to work with the nightgown she was wearing, sliding it down her body as best he could. It was trying his patience though, he was used to so much more skimpy nightwear, something that was easier to remove or at least rip off her. That thought crossed his mind though, something he could do to make it so much easier but he put it off for the time being... he would rather keep it intact, the thing she wore on the night that he took her.

The fact that she was wearing his earring though, that was an incredibly pleasant surprise, he had expected it to be kept near her person at all times but for her to wear it was very nice indeed. “Thank you my dear princess, I have also done something with the memento that you let me take.” He of course wasn't wearing the garter, but with a little bit of work it had been fashioned into a collar for her, the garter itself sown over black leather with a lock in the back and a ring in the front... but that would of course wait for later, though it was in easy reach he would rather enjoy his prize now and introduce her to what was to come when they were both satisfied.

Swiftly he took the earring and after putting it back in its proper place he began to continue to slide down the night gown, exposing her breasts as he kept undressing her. “Perhaps you would like a piercing somewhere else though, perhaps a simple silver ring through each of these lovely nipples.” He suggested before laying a kiss on each of them and then trailing his lips down behind the movement of her night gown, his tongue teasing over her taunt stomach. He stopped though just over her cunt though, having to step back to pull the night gown off of her legs to leave her properly bared to him.

“Now, come undress me.” He commanded with a smile as he stood near the edge of the bed, just as he had removed her clothing she would remove his... and then he would finally have what he had been craving since he had first laid eyes on her.
 
She knew her parents were not the same as most, while her mother and father were equals, her mother would have more of a say over her daughter than he would, and if her mother liked the prince it would make things much easier. Smiling up at him she nodded, "My mother would approve of you I think, maybe give you a bit of lip for kidnapping me but just to give you a hard time." She added while he worked her night gown off her body. She did help with removing it, not with her hands, but her body lift up a little so he could remove it from her slender form.

Seeing his reaction to the earring having still been in she smiled a little and nodded her head, "I wanted to see you badly, and kept it in, hoping to see you again and reminding myself you were real." She said softly. Looking down at her breasts she thought about piercing her nipples and looked a little concerned, she had felt her ears get pierced and it had hurt, but her nipples she was not sure about although she nodded, "If you want you can pierce my nipples yourself later." She mentioned while her nipples became taunt with the feeling of pleasure when they were kissed, so very sensitive it seemed.

When he mentioned undressing him she looked a little nervous, but none the less nodded and sat up and moved over to him and began to remove his shirt, and pants as well as undergarments. She looked at his body while she did this, taking in every single bit of him she could. Smiling she let her lips kiss his own and moved down his neck to his chest, and lower to his abs. She stopped there however, not confident enough in herself at the moment to do anything more and returned her gaze to his although this time her eyes had caught a glimpse of his cock and she was startled at the size.
 
Her mothers approval, odd but interesting, something that he filed away until he could ask about it later on. After all it was hardly normal even in Drow society for either parents to approve of the kidnapping of their daughter, even if they liked the young man. It was just something that one had to accept instead of trying to fight against it. “I can pierce your nipples, your clit, any part of you I want too... remember that you belong to me.” He hadn't meant that figuratively when he had said it in the garden, nor had things changed in the time it had taken to bring her here. As his bride to be she would be marked, with a collar that could be seen in public, and whatever tattoo or brand or piercing that he might fancy for his eyes only. “I don't need your permission to do it, I already had it the moment you agreed to be mine.”

He watched her carefully though as she first laid eyes upon his member, smiling a little bit at her reaction to it, more then a little bit pleased by the look upon her face, the surprise showing quite perfectly in her eyes and the slightest gaping of her mouth. “Perhaps a little bit bigger then the fruit that you once practiced on?” He suggested as he shifted his hips forward to brush his cock across her cheek, enjoying the feeling of his semi erect flesh against the soft warmth of her face. “Your hand did a wonderful job teasing me though I had to wonder if you ever practiced with your mouth... I would like a demonstration of any skills that you may have.”

The feeling of her lips moving over his body had been wonderful, something he had wanted to savor for longer but he really wanted to feel her lips and tongue on a very intimate part of his anatomy. Reaching down he entwined one hand in her hair and gently pulled her closer in order to help encourage her to take him into her mouth while his left hand stroked her ear, lightly tugging on the earrings and tracing the shell with a well manicured finger nail, even scratching just behind the ear to tease her, knowing that she must have been waiting for the pleasure to come at least as much as he was... her desires would have to be equal to his own at the very least.
 
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