Lost and found (Tristeza and Lanolyt)

[Tristeza]

Must… run…

“RAAARGH, SOUND THE AL-“

No more octopus guy. Red, I see red all over. Blood. Mine? A little.

The blood and dirt caked mass of white and black hair shifted, feral emerald eyes shining with resolution.

The door… Run. Run.

“She’s getting away! Catch her or I’ll feast on your blood tonight!”

HIM! Must run!! Where? Where? WHERE??? “ARGH!”

The small golden body was thrown violently against the stone wall, the slash of an invisible blade on her back amidst the smaller gashes, some fresh, some old. The vampire cackled, bidding his time. She’d taste the despair of being so close and yet so far.

Breathing… hurts… must run… light! A window!!

“It’s a long way down… Nowhere else to go, so come back and be mine…”

So high… maybe too much? No, it’ll be alright… One… Two…

“What the… STOP HER!”

Three.

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A normal person would have died from such a fall. Yet, although dizzy and aching for more than one reason, the girl rose back up to her feet, her breathing labored, as if a huge weight was pressing against her chest. Just a slight movement of her torso and the weight took on a jagged edge, the sharp jolt of pain almost stealing all the air out of her lungs. She couldn't stop. Not now that she was finally out. Between sweat, blood and the slow jumbling of her senses, the slit pupils caught the bearings she needed to decide where to go next. The forest.

Run. Run like hell. Don't stop, NEVER stop.

With each step, her light body gained an extra measure of weight, gravity pulling down the enormous will that kept the flame alive. Best to die free than live in captivity. Those were her beliefs. The beliefs that, despite the bleeding whip lashes, broken ribs and battered muscles, drove her swiftly into the protection of the woods. However, it was too much. Conscience, like a feather, was slipping away, despite the pushes of the mind. Behind her, far behind, but approaching, the bark of dogs and humanoids alike, thirsty for blood. Her blood. Indeed, so close and yet so far.

Must... keep going... close...

Without a sound, the golden form spilled on the soft herbs of the clearing, her last stop before conscience finally flew away, only the bundle of hair blanketing the naked, wounded form, defenseless and worn out.

 

[Lanolyt]

It had been a light day. He'd only bagged a few rabbits and one wounded doe. He scowled. Only he could hunt his lands, and half of what he got went to his direct lord, his Majesty.

It might be listed as only a small Baronetcy on the books, but his lands were wide and deep, and the woods very thick.

Looking at him, one might pause for many reasons.
He was a little too good looking, almost boyish, though he was no youth. Broad shoulders on a slim frame, with muscles packed in like twisted ropes. His gray eyes missed nothing that moved, and saw much that didn't.

As he moved with silken grace through the forest, he made no sound, and even the crickets kept their song near him, for he belonged here. His five times great grandfather, a warrior of reknown and a halfelf to boot, had been given this fief for his services to the king. Now, centuries later, he performed the same duties, giving the royal kitchen fresh game, and tracking criminals or hunting as required for the kingdom. Yet one could also notice that there had been other infusions of the elven blood...the latest being his grandmother, who awaited his return this day.

One would also note the feral wolflike gaze as his lips curled back from his teeth in ire. If told he was a shapeshifter, one would not doubt it.

Being the best, he never thought of it as work. It was his joy. Killing only what was needed with perfect shots that slew painlessly. The poor doe was an offense. He saved the arrow...someone would pay for this. Tucking it into his functional jerkin, which, like his other clothing merged in colors with the forest around, he narrowed is eyes. Who would have dared?

As he waited and thought, distant steps came to his ears...of a type he'd never known. Intrigued, he stowed the carcasses and raced silently to the edge of his lands. Just over the border into the darklands was a...a woman? A female...horribly treated.

His morals warred. He was prevented by treaty from interfering with the darklands, so long as they stayed on their side.

The hounds of the distance grew louder. In an instant he decided. Staying on his side, he looped his bow over her arm and dragged her across. Then he urinated in a line paralleling the border.

Though she weighed almost as much as he, he put her across his shoulders like a toddler, and raced back into the forest. His grandmother might have answers. He had none....other than this - in his 51 years alive (well, his people aged very slowly,) he had never wanted to chase a female of any race. He had worried on this and his grandmother had chided him. "all in time dear boy."

Now, her touch, her scent, her exotic beauty...all had him incensed and he had to fight to force the wolf portion of himself down.

By Corellon, she was cattish...he could see it if she was canine...but this made little sense.

Pausing at a fresh brook, he cleaned her wounds, marveling at the number and severity. She was made of stronger stuff than most. He idly wondered if, when awakened, she would claw his eyes out.

Bandaged, he leaned her against a soft moss-covered rock and retrieved the meat, which he expertly dressed.

Returning, he pinched some wild mustard under her nose, to awaken her, and offered her a rabbit.
"Wildish lady, would you prefer it cooked? Worry not, you are safe in my desmesne. I have saved you from whatever peril followed, and they will not follow. Not today. Here is fresh water, good meat, and a strong arm to assist you when you wish. Life is looking up for you, I think."

Beyond their hearing, the hound had approached the border and then recoiled in fear, smelling his scent, they ran back tail tucked.

The lead hunter looked at the ground, noting no prints on this side but hers. "Master is going to be in a rage about this. Guess we'd better return quickly."

 

[Tristeza]

Dreams. She had once wondered.

Mommy, do demons dream?

Of course, my dear.

But aren't they evil? I thought evil people couldn't dream!

Oh, my silly little child, of course they can. Not all demons are evil, you know? Just like not all angels are good. No, like you said, they are people. And people can be both good and bad, regardless of what they appear to be.

Wooooooooow...

The bliss of the dream back in the past faded as the grim tang of reality called her back to the world of the living. Of pain. But, first and foremost, of a foreign face. His words, albeit kind, fell on deaf, panicked ears. Had he stood closer to her, his thoughts might have become real, as it had for a cruel henchman not too long ago. One that now lay dead on the cold floor of the very same grime filled dungeon she had crawled out of. A fate that could be also shared by him. If he was close enough. However, he was not, leaving her the enough space to not feel trapped. The enough space to give her the impression that she could flee once more. The enough space for her to move based on such a notion.

A wrong notion.

The adrenaline rush wasn't nearly as strong as the one that had impulsed her into rushing for freedom. How could it, after all, when all of such juice had already been consumed? And so, not even her mind could force her to brave through the searing pain of broken bone trying to pierce through the ribcage muscles and lungs. It didn't matter that her sore legs were readdy to run again and lifted her up, or her arms helped in the process, or even that her eyes followed a route out. The horrible pain robbed her of all strength, instantly falling beside the stone, claws scratching the moss off the wet stone surface as she tried to keep herself up. To no avail.

The golden female felt powerless and completely at the mercy of this slaver. What horrible things would he resort to now that he had finally caught her? Sell her back to the vampire? Put her on sale on another market? Keep her for himself?

It took a few gasps of the pure, fresh forest air to realize she wasn't where she thought she'd be by now, after passing out for who knew how long, exposed to whichever soul desired to have their cut out of her small form. No, this wasn't the putrid atmosphere of the slavemarket, or the fake invitation for lust and pleasure that lingered on her ex-master's manor, disguising the scent of death and decay that plagued the whole perimeter of the hold. It was the forest.

It still was the forest.

Slowly, she dared. Dared to look back to her... her... savior? The scent was strange, it didn't seem to match what she saw... but how could she know what was real and what wasn't? For all she knew, this was still a dream. In fact, they were carrying her off, back to the sludge pit of a dungeon of that arrogant, power hungry man. It was all fake... but then, why did it hurt so much. So, the scent was really odd. And the man before her wasn't a slaver... but a savior. Her emerald eyes were wide open, watching his every move as the partially oxygen and blood deprived brain tried to piece it all back together, the only things that moved other than her greatly heaving chest, breathing evidently a strain for the girl, lurched over to the injured side for protection, detaching herself from the rock. Her hands grasped on a material that didn't feel natural as they reached for her side, her pupils straying from his face to dissect what fabric it was. Bandages.

Definitely, he was her savior.

 

[Lanolyt]

“Obviously you are in too much pain to hunger as yet, though I thought you were going to take a bite from me for a moment.

Your wounds…are not from battle, but to deliberately torture you. I am so sorry. But I have to ask you something…

In order to assist you further, you must be my friend… truly. We must befriend each other. I have no friends, I am a shifter and that complicates one’s life. I only have my Grandmother and my work.

My grandmother is wise and can heal you, but you are like a recently released animal right now, ready to bolt and attack anything in your path. If you are a friend I can take you to her to heal you…if not, then I dare not.

If you are my friend, I will die, before I let them retake you…and I do NOT die easily. So I ask you to befriend me. I am called Campion, Huntsmaster for his majesty, and I hope I have not caused my king great distress by aiding you.

I offer you my hand in friendship, if you take it, I will assist you back to the keep, to safety, to healing, food, drink, rest…and my friendship.

But know that the magic of these woods is strong, do not claim friendship falsely.

He stood and held his bare palm out to her. Inviting. Waiting patiently

 

[Tristeza]

She watched him intently, straining to remain focused on his words. Most weren't retained precisely, lost in the fog of stress, pain and exhaustion. The keywords and notions did come through though, some of things she hadn't heard of in a while. Pain. Shifter. Grandmother. Animal. Heal. Huntsmaster. Friendship. Magic. Friendship.

It took her a while to piece it together and move forth for an answer. So, basically... his grandmother could heal her. Healing would lead to breathing with effort. Something she wasn't able to do at the moment. Every inspiration was a thousand needles piercing her side that seemed to go deeper with each breath. This would need far more than rest, and it was nothing she could do on her own. In return, friendship with this... huntsmaster. Had he said something about shifting? It didn't matter. The edges of her sight were blurring increasingly fast, and the glimmers of moonlight dampened into a veil of darkness. She had to give him an answer. Quick.

It'd been a foreign concept for so long, friendship. To be able to talk or even be with someone on the same space that wasn't interested in breaking her apart and just plain use her in spite of herself. No feeling of fright or rage, or a need to flee from a person because... they were friends. The man was absolutely right in one thing, she'd relied on her animalistic instincts to pull through her miserable way of life, but even a wild cat knew there were times to lower their fangs and claws and be at the mercy of others. For its own wellfare.

Trembling, her golden hand reached for his. "I'm... Kalu..." She tried pulling herself up to stand like him, but not only did it make her wince in pain, she quickly lost her footing, dizzy and weak, her naked form falling against his, her head leaning on his chest. He trully had a most peculiar scent... It was the last thing that crossed her mind before slipping into unconsciousness once more.

 

[Lanolyt]

She watched him intently, straining to remain focused on his words. Most weren't retained precisely, lost in the fog of stress, pain and exhaustion. The keywords and notions did come through though, some of things she hadn't heard of in a while. Pain. Shifter. Grandmother. Animal. Heal. Huntsmaster. Friendship. Magic. Friendship.

It took her a while to piece it together and move forth for an answer. So, basically... his grandmother could heal her. Healing would lead to breathing with effort. Something she wasn't able to do at the moment. Every inspiration was a thousand needles piercing her side that seemed to go deeper with each breath. This would need far more than rest, and it was nothing she could do on her own. In return, friendship with this... huntsmaster. Had he said something about shifting? It didn't matter. The edges of her sight were blurring increasingly fast, and the glimmers of moonlight dampened into a veil of darkness. She had to give him an answer. Quick.

It'd been a foreign concept for so long, friendship. To be able to talk or even be with someone on the same space that wasn't interested in breaking her apart and just plain use her in spite of herself. No feeling of fright or rage, or a need to flee from a person because... they were friends. The man was absolutely right in one thing, she'd relied on her animalistic instincts to pull through her miserable way of life, but even a wild cat knew there were times to lower their fangs and claws and be at the mercy of others. For its own wellfare.

Trembling, her golden hand reached for his. "I'm... Kalu..." She tried pulling herself up to stand like him, but not only did it make her wince in pain, she quickly lost her footing, dizzy and weak, her naked form falling against his, her head leaning on his chest. He trully had a most peculiar scent... It was the last thing that crossed her mind before slipping into unconsciousness once more.

Had he waited to long? NO! He scooped her up and tore smoothly through the forest. Each step preplanned in a symphony of movement.

He gave a distress call as he neared the keep. His grandmother spoke the opening words, and he rushed Kalu into the protective walls.

His Mater had him lay her on a magical dias, covered with earth signs.
She held his hand, drawing on his energy, pausing to say. "Oh, my darling boy, she is your aural match! We absolutely have to save her, for both your sakes!"

Now his feelings made sense. Maybe one girl in 20000 would ever match this way. He pushed his energy out to his Mater as she adjusted torn muscle, broken bones and ripped tendons.

Soon a healthy glow was flowing into Kalu and wounds faded, scars remained and a little tenderness, but otherwise, she was well.

"My boy...in her mind is also much pain, but you will have to heal that."

she left them together, and he sat and held her hand through the night until she awoke.

 

[Tristeza]

As her life neared slipping away, Kalu felt as if she floated weightlessly through a veiled limbus, as if, for the first time in a long while, she had no cares in the world. It was warm and gentle, like a craddle, and a tender voice far, far away, one she'd never heard, and yet so familiar. A voice that haunted her dreams. Between the mist of light, a figure with a lighter golden skin waved to her, short, spiky white hair, crimson eyes, full markings and the soft smile of a loved one. On her neck, a familiar red bandanna.

Mother...

Kalu tried to will herself to the older figure, tears streaming down her cheeks. But instead, she seemed to be floating away, and the mystical veil fading into dark, her mother waving to her.

It's not your time yet... my dear child...

A single tear rolled down her cheek as she slowly came around. Stirring, her body felt heavy, like she had jumped from a third floor (which she had), but there was no pain. She could breathe well again. Her legs and arms were in one piece and didn't offer her resistance. The word to sum it all up was 'rejuvenation'. Something, however, was holding her hand. Softly, she closed her fingers around Campion's, her eyes opening to the unfamiliar sight. Someone had watched over her, like he said he would. A perfect stranger. Yet, it felt... almost like home.

"Thank you..."

 

[Lanolyt]

"Kalu...you know little of me and I you, so I'll not press you, but I must ask. Do you believe that your captors will risk a great deal to take you again? I will still protect you, but knowing what exactly we face is a bonus.

You are not a prisoner...I am. I love you, and you are the one person I have ever met whom I desired to love.

If you leave, I will not stop you. But I can't protect you outside these walls...not fully. So you have to decide how much indoors you can take. We have a large garden... With large trees. It's a bit elven, but so are we.

Your bones are not yet at full strength, give them a few days rest and all will be well there.

Since you need to rest I will tell you a bit of myself.
My family is partially human, and part elvish...of several breeds...my Mater, she is woods elf, but I have other types older in me.

I will be blunt...I'm a shifter... I have three forms. This, a great wolf, and a form in between. I can change at will...except if I am drugged or the moon stands full, then I can not be human and the beast desires can overwhelm me.

During such a pass, you would do well to lock your room from me, for I might try to force myself on you. And without a magic weapon, you could not be able to harm me at all...or maybe you could. There is an odd magic in you."

He kissed her hand and it was like a spark that made him not want to let go, he could feel some of her feeling flowing to him.

"I am glad we are friends so I can share these things with you."

 

[Tristeza]

It was such a flurry of information and emotions that Kalu almost lost herself in his words. Still, maybe it was the presence of the runes, traces of the healing energy still coursing through her, his touch or maybe even something else unrelated all together, but her mind had rested and was awake enough to accompany him through, sitting up on the dais as Campion spoke and exposed the situation. Her emerald eyes glanced at the ragged bandanna tying her long hair by her side, drawing courage from her mother's memento. It was a bit of an overwhelming moment, well, moments, but she had said she'd partake in friendship with the man before her. It would be tempting to jolt away now that she felt decent again and into the wilderness to move on with her search, but... her eyes locked with his... and she really felt at home, connected with the shifter huntsman.

"As you said... there is odd magic in me. I don't know what it is, and no one has ever been able to tell me either. One thing I do know, though. My blood is special. I've seen vampires and demons drink it. Their powers strengthened for a while, before it went back to normal. The last couple of times I was caught, it was one of the reasons for them to chase me. The other... I heard they ran some form of bet on their circles on who would be able to break me into their little play toy." Kalu chuckled darkly, smirking a little. "I've hurt the pride of many with my little 'stunts' as they put it, but my last master... he is hellbent. None have bought me as many times as him." She sighed deeply, eyeing the glowing rune on the floor. "He will come."

She let the silence linger to clear the space for her next words, to address the other things he had brought up. A slight blush tinted her cheeks, in fact, as his words rewinded through the golden female's mind. "My mother once told me her kind, my kind, they had a destined companion. They could only trully love once. After a certain age, one would hear a calling and begin a quest to find that certain person. Until then, they would never be satisfied. It took her, she told me, 400 years or so. It took me 2."

Her free hand joined with his other one, cupping them together. "We may be friends now... but if you are a prisoner of me, I am a prisoner of you." Her heart seemed to be skipping beats, the mystical bind strengthening.

 

[Lanolyt]

His heart blossomed as she grasped his hand, and then she was in her arms and she his. He kissed her, feeling teeth a little sharper than normal.

He was careful not to hug tight, her ribs needed a rest.

Suddenly he broke with her. "Kalu...you smell so wonderful... so arousing, darling...we have so much time...how old are you? Tell me you can live beyond a human span.

But if I continue adoring you this way, my wolf nature may emerge and I may not be able to help trying to take you as my own.

You have been raped and torn...and to me you are the purest thing I have ever seen, but I will not force you if I can help it...not unless you invite me to.

So for now, I suggest, that I introduce my lifemate to my Mater...and we see what wondrous things she has made to eat. Because if I don't eat soon, you are going to look even more delicious and I will want to sample the whole buffet."

He grinned, though internally, it was a close fight.
Taking her hand, he moved to lead her to the dining hall.

 

[Tristeza]

She gasped slightly as he pulled her in, and a shiver of pleasure ran down her spine when their lips merged, diving into the kiss with a fire many had craved to possess and failed miserably. Her black lips curled into a small pout when he suddenly broke it, but soon a soft smile graced them, pleased by his curiosity and satisfaction. "I'm 20... but my mother was more than just a few centuries old, and she didn't exactly die of old age..."

A small gray cloud would have crossed her expression at the thought of her mother if he hadn't continued, his lustful streak awakening a playful side of her she'd repressed for a long time. True, rape and extreme brutality had been part of her daily life for long, and the damage of her stunt was still patent, as Campion had reminded earlier, groggyness of the healing process aside. But the aura of easiness that wafted from him and the peacefulness of the whole scenery soothed her feral persona down into a hibernation state, the enough to consider materializing his wishes. Maybe not now, but soon.

"If you continue with such praise, I might even eat my delicious self. Still, I would not like to keep your Mater waiting after so rudely intruding her home." Kalu rose to her feet, calmly letting him guide her through the foreign halls.

 

[Lanolyt]

As he led Kalu into the dining room, his Mater flew to them, enwrapping them both in her arms.

"Oh my darlings I rejoice at your love and joining. Tonight we shall celebrate....an Kalu...You are now my own grandchild...if you wish, you may call me Mater as well. I am so glad he found you, and I, too, will protect you my dear... I am a cleric of some import and my magics are not small. Let the evil come from the edge...darkness never does well against true light."

A warm glow spread from her and passed out through the keep, extending hundreds of yards out in a sphere.

"Let them come... I have been waiting!" She darted away to spread the food and he quietly turned to kiss Kalu, before they took their seats.

He was inpressed, she was a good cook, but this was amazing.
"Don't get used to this Kalu." He grinned and ducked a spoon.

After dinner, she took Kalu to pick out some soft clothes, so He wouldn't drool all the time.

 

[Tristeza]

Kalu couldn't help but laugh softly at the elf's antics, glad to be so well recieved. It was trully nice to be welcomed into a family like this... it was something she had missed dearly. Her mother would have approved, that was for sure. "Thank you Mater, you've already done much for me." Her grasp around his hand closed tighter, in gratitude and love, eyeing Campion with a big smile. "Very much indeed."

The sensation of the spreading magic amazed Kalu, feeling its light resonate with her as the barrier spread far and wide. She trully was a powerful person, and to see such power used for good was... refreshing. The sneaky kiss made her blush, embarassed, as if they had just done some silly prank and gotten away with it. In a sense, they did.

Her jaw dropped at the sight of the food. Just the looks of it made Kalu full, so delicious it appeared. And the first bite sent her to heaven and back, her eyes almost rolling to the back of her head with the pleasure of eating something that was actually more palatable than a tough hunk of bread and overly salted beef jerky. She didn't even reply to Campion, busy making up for all the years of near starvation.

The level of satisfaction the golden female experienced was... beyond paralel. So, it was a completely docile girl that followed Mater to get clothes. She was so used to be naked that it didn't phase Kalu in the least to wander around the way she came to the world. But the soft cotton was a welcome feeling, used as she was to ragged and dirty sacks of itchy burlap as a cover. She picked a simple white acolyte's vest, a silver vine-like pattern being the only addornement, but it fit her form like a glove, showing off her feminine curves. "Do you like it?" she asked Campion meekly, as she returned.

 

[Lanolyt]

Campion looked up from the chair where he was reading about vampires. He quietly put it aside and his eyes glowed.

"Kalu...while it's true you would manage to look good in a clown's suit or anything, for that matter, this outfit does suit you. As a male, I might feel that covering any part of you is a crime, but as your mate, I'd rather not have the other males think your charms are available, and I also want to be able to concentrate occasionally on things other than your oh-so-very-full breast, and swooping stomach..." He shook himself. "You get the point."

"My resplendent darling, Mater will be asking you some questions about your former location in order to learn whatever we can of the enemy. While you were out, I received a message via magic bell from the ambassador to the darklands, inquiring if we had you. I replied that there was no one here but Mater, my mate and myself.

He suggested that you ought to be returned to them, and I suggested that Mater might consider removing you an act of war against the Elven Ambassador, as this keep is also the Elven Embassy. That seemed to give him pause. I sent my own message directly to the King, explaining the actual situation. He replied, as my protective liege, and as the man who's life I have saved repeatedly, that any aggression against the Royal Huntsmaster's wife is and act of aggression against his household....

So, it would seem that without direct war, diplomacy is failing the darkland scum. I next expect them to try direct force. Dear...I have a favor to ask. They want you, and I can't let that happen. If there is an attack, I need you indoors...both for your safety, and to be the last line of defense for Mater if something get within the walls...for I will be without. Can you do this for me...out of trust and love? I know we are new together...but I need this, or I can't think. I promised that I would do all I could to keep them from you... I can't keep my promise if you are not here."


He stood and clasped her arms. "One last thing...will you marry me, not just be my mate, but my legal wife... Mater can perform the ceremony as Ambassador and Priestess of Correlon. I kind of did not mention to the King that we were not formally wed, so I'm in a pit of a pickle."

He dropped to one knee, holding up an ancient ring of tiger's eye. "Kalu, my love, will you marry me and be my wife...forever?"

 

[Tristeza]

Kalu couldn't help but giggle at his sidetracking, jiggling her form as a light tease to try and further dumbfound him. While it failed, his next informations were important, and her face took on a serious expression. The lengths to which Campion had gone for her... were indiscribable. A feeling of pride and intense loyalty filled the young female, and she felt blessed her destiny had brought her to the huntsmaster. It'd been a tortuous and painstaking way, but at least it hadn't taken 400 years.

She nodded to his first enquiries, the resolution that had allowed her to flee from the cruel rule of the dark masters shining within her emerald eyes. "I will aid Mater in whatever way I can. It is the least I can do, after all... and if I can help in keeping her safe, I'll do everything in my power to do so. I guess I can stay cooped up for that." She added the last sentence as a little effort to break the obvious tension, but she understood his plea. And it did make sense. In fact, Kalu was surprised they even tried diplomacy in the first place. Their enemy wasn't usually the kind to try and bargain for his food. He just swooped down upon it and took it for himself without mercy.

When he stood, she expected him to add something else, even more grave than before... And indeed it was grave... but her mind seemed to freeze somewhat when he spoke the word 'marry' at first. Was... was he serious? They could become married? It was only when he knelt that she trully believed he wasn't playing her, her gaze locked on the ring. It seemed... old, very old, and a dear possession. Her answer came in the form of a deep kiss as she threw her arms around his neck, her heart racing with joy.

 

[Lanolyt]

He froze when she hugged him. She was so close, so alluring, and she wanted to marry him too.

His need was so great and her lips were so warm and inviting... Lightly, he bit her lip.

"Kalu...darling...I truly love you, but I also truly need to have you. I want to make love, but my beast wants to rut you...I don't think that is what we wish, so darling, I must ask you to let me go and don't touch me again until Mater can properly join us.
With her help, I can tame the beast a bit that you are currently so filling with enflamed desire.

So if you don't want our first passion to be filled with memories we might regret forever, please go and get her. And darling...don't run...you of all people will understand why."

He hated himself so at that moment, that he even had to ask her. What must she think she was getting herself into now? Biting his lip to distract himself, a tear of shame for his darker side glimmered in his eye. How could any man need a woman so much and yet live? He felt like he was going to shatter into tiny fragments that would vaporize from the energy within him.

And a darker voice came from his throat. "I want you now...." It dripped with lust and menace, and promise. But he gritted his teeth together, with his last vestiges of will, he would resist the overpowering urge to leap upon her. He WOULD!

 

[Tristeza]

She could feel his form trembling with barely contained desire as her arms envelloped him, and his feelings poured out of him like a waterfall. A shiver of fright ran down her back as she stepped back nervously, one by one, until she was half way to the door. His words filled her with unease, memories of the not so distant past flashing before her eyes. Still, something in his words, made her think twice. He needed her, he trully needed her, and even if it didn't happen now, it would in the future. Kalu was used to brutality and violence stemming out of sheer evil and spite. This was... different. Wild and feral. Something Kalu deeply understood, something that was also a part of her intimate being. Going to Mater wouldn't take long... but would those moments of Campion's suffering be really worth it? From the door, her emerald eyes moved to him.

I want you now...

She had to decide. Fast. Would her body be able to... did she want to... Kalu chuckled to herself. All things taken into perspective, it actually made sense. Her first time with her loved one to be wild and frenzied. Just like her. Just like him. Kalu gazed at her white and silver clad form. It'd be a pity to ruin such a lovely gift from Mater... Quickly, her clothes were undone, dropped on the floor with each step she took to close the distance she'd first imposed on him. This was the least she could do. It was what she wanted to do. And she'd see it all the way through.

When all of her golden form was stripped from any garment, Kalu was upon Campion. Without a second thought, she once again laced her arms around his neck, offering the beast inside him her ripe young body. A sparkle of wildness glimmered within her eyes as she looked deep inside his. "Come and get me."

 

[Lanolyt]

She could feel his form trembling with barely contained desire as her arms envelloped him, and his feelings poured out of him like a waterfall. A shiver of fright ran down her back as she stepped back nervously, one by one, until she was half way to the door. His words filled her with unease, memories of the not so distant past flashing before her eyes. Still, something in his words, made her think twice. He needed her, he trully needed her, and even if it didn't happen now, it would in the future. Kalu was used to brutality and violence stemming out of sheer evil and spite. This was... different. Wild and feral. Something Kalu deeply understood, something that was also a part of her intimate being. Going to Mater wouldn't take long... but would those moments of Campion's suffering be really worth it? From the door, her emerald eyes moved to him.

I want you now...

She had to decide. Fast. Would her body be able to... did she want to... Kalu chuckled to herself. All things taken into perspective, it actually made sense. Her first time with her loved one to be wild and frenzied. Just like her. Just like him. Kalu gazed at her white and silver clad form. It'd be a pity to ruin such a lovely gift from Mater... Quickly, her clothes were undone, dropped on the floor with each step she took to close the distance she'd first imposed on him. This was the least she could do. It was what she wanted to do. And she'd see it all the way through.

When all of her golden form was stripped from any garment, Kalu was upon Campion. Without a second thought, she once again laced her arms around his neck, offering the beast inside him her ripe young body. A sparkle of wildness glimmered within her eyes as she looked deep inside his. "Come and get me."

He broke. His hand ensnared her and his mouth was on her. Hands slid over her breasts roughly, lightly pinching and squeezing just a little too hard. He dropped her onto a carpet and his mouth-now-muzzle was on her puss.

He had no subtlety. This was claiming and she was his.

His canine tongue forced itself deeply into her, sliding over her g-spot and his clawed hands pulled her rump form the floor digging into her as he suckled her cleft. Jaws wide, he spanned from her tufty mons in front, where his upper canines rested, matched by his lowers which pushed against the bottom of her asscheeks. If he bit, she'd be ruined.

But his tongue swirled and gathered, he feasted on her scent, her nectars, his primal overriding brain chiseling her into his instincts, and he sucked hard. He forced her lower lips to swell large and her clit to expose itself. He sucked and lapped up every drop she yielded upon him voraciously. Soon he would take her and she would be filled with him, but for now, he was locking her into himself to where he would never react to her other than as his true mate.

Until she released, he would drive his tongue into her, out and over her clit, then back deep, all six inches demanding excitement from her g-spot. And below it all, he constantly growled.

 

[Tristeza]

Her rough, feline like tongue played with his as the shift took over, wincing lightly as her breasts were handled, more out of instinct than pain itself. It sent a rush of energy through her body, her perky black nipples hardening in but the blink of an eye. When Campion forced her down, her juices were already trickling from her insides, waiting for his eager tongue to come and drink them all. Even with his roughness, Kalu was reaching heights of pleasure she'd never experienced. Her willpower had just been too great, and the efforts of her slavers always fell defeated. Even when they forced her to cum, it was never enjoyable, pushed aside by Kalu's stubborn will.

It didn't take long for his efforts to draw heated moans out of Kalu, her eyes fluttering close as she enjoyed the attention to her clit. Each brush of his tongue upon her sensitive spots sent ripples through her golden form, her legs twitching with each onslaught. The vibrations sent into her body by his low growls were the last drops, and quickly Kalu was sent over the brink, a roar-like moan escaping her as the explosion of pleasure burst within her, her tight tunnel contracting against his tongue, begging for more.

 

[Lanolyt]

He gulped her savory honey and turned around, his mouth opening, but his tongue never leaving her.
His hand roughly opened her mouth, mindless of her sharp teeth as his hardened cock slid in and down and in and down, until all of him was buried in her mouth and throat.

His tongue merely moved to her clit, suckling hard as two fingers slid into her to pump, even as his hips arched up and down plunging over and over past her sweet lips, across her velvet tongue to the satiny grasp of her constricting throat.

Two decades of loneliness and frustration were bottled up and released in half a minute and he came and came - shooting down her throat, and as he pulled back, coating her tongue.

He continued to suckle upon her as the last of his seed entered her hungry mouth. Now she was marked as his.
When he withdrew his member, and turned again, he was still quite hard, but the beast had left him.

Tenderly, he hugged her, mouth now suckling her breasts as he positioned himself to enter her. To finally make love to this amazing female. "Darling, I still can't believe you can back, to brave my personal storm and let me have you as a gift. I hope I did not cause you any great distress, and I hope that you are now wanting my hardness within you."

He looked up at her, tears of joy in his eyes.

Mater had felt the raw furious blast and hurried to prevent a tragedy, but as she peeked in on the two lovers, her breath caught in her throat, remembering how it was the first time with his grandfather and for a moment, she was an elf maiden again. Smiling, she left them ti their joy, but carried a bit of it with her as she went to prepare more protective spells.

Now he kissed Kalu, and slowly slid himself within her, then rolled her on top. "I want to suckle your breasts as we join...and I want to see your face more easily. Please ride your wolf now, to both our satisfaction, my dear Leopardess."

 

[Tristeza]

His movement was but a pause for Kalu to catch her breath from the mind reeling orgasm, but a part of her was already ready for more, drunk on his powerful male scent. Should it have been any other male intruding between her fangs, they'd most certainly had walked away with one less leg accountable for, and it wouldn't be a walking one. One brave, wreckless soul had thought he could snatch a kiss from the half demoness. That day, a tongue was mercilessly bitten and chewed off.

Instead, his cock was welcomed by her eager ebony lips, the small barbs on her tongue lightly scraping his meat just before it sunk deeper into her throat. By all means, it wasn't something Kalu was used to doing, sometimes gagging slightly when he went deeper with a thrust or gasping for air on the start as she tried to fight through the discomfort of it all. Still, he'd already worked his magic for her, so it was due time to repay the grace, even if it was, perhaps, slightly more forceful than what Kalu had first bargained for. Still, any feeling of regret was swiped away by his labouring digits, so well that the golden one had to fight long and hard not to clench her teeth when she came once more, her own hips bucking rythmically against his fingers. And then, right afterwards, Campion released.

It had a peculiar taste, his seed, one Kalu welcomed happily into her stomach. There was a very clear difference between being fucked and making love (even if a bit roughly). The first one, she'd done everything in her power to make it a hell for the other intervinients. For Campion, she'd try to send him to heaven, and at least for some moments there, she felt like she did, as the aura of the beast waned away. His eyes'd meet her tender, loving smile, with a bit of his semen still trickling down the corner of her mouth that she quickly wiped away.

The hug came as a surprise, a welcome one, but still as a surprise, making her giggle a little. When he looked up from giving her smooth breasts attention, he was recieved with a kiss to his forehead, and her thumbs wiped away his tears. And then, her claws lightly raked the skin on his neck when he entered her, his name moaned into their passionate kiss. She felt like she'd entered a state of bliss, that she'd been given a chance at life that only Lady Luck would had ever been able to bring together.

Kalu could feel every little texture on the surface of his member against her tight walls, pushing her hips against his all the way as their position changed, kneeling on top of the hunter's body. Grinning, her lips suckled on his neck, just below the jaw angle, nipping at it lightly in a line of kisses down to the collar bone. "Cheetah, if you please." she corrected, her tone playful. Before he could add anything in though, her hips began working. Slowly, his cock slid in and out of her, slick with the female's juices before disappearing inside her hungry pussy again. Quickly, the pace increased, pressing on to draw his seed into her and make her peak once again, moaning hotly with each lust filled thrust.

 

[Lanolyt]

He smirked... "Cheetah? But my dad warned me against fast girls. Just don't move so fast that I miss it."

Then he surrendered to her...just as much as he had taken and possessed her, she was now claiming him.

His tongue slid into her mouth, and he realized just how sharp her fangs and incisors were, and he realized that apologies for his force were pointless. If she had not wanted him, he would be no man.

"Kalu...of yeeeessss.. suck me into you...drain me...milk me...cover me with yourself." She was like a force of nature and he just had to ride out her waves of passion. She seemed to be all over him and his attempts to stroke her breasts and ass, shoulders, back hands, face.... all of her .... Seemed far to slow.

"Kalu, my love...how are you getting me so close...so quickly...."

He suckled her breasts so hard he was worried that she would get hurt.

 

[Tristeza]

It seemed as if the frenzy that had first taken over Campion had somehow transfered to her. Yet, it was no more than Kalu's wish to make up for all the forced actions upon her, and take revenge by freely giving herself away to he who had been chosen for her. All in all, if the previous masters and mistresses could see her now, they'd been chewing themselves over, filled with jealousy for the station of the one the ancestral compulsion had joined her with. Kalu belonged to one, and only one. And it was none of them.

At first, his words reach her ears, drawing a fanged grin on her face, spurring her efforts on with his own lust. Before long, however, the heat of the orgasm had built up the enough on her to block out everything else, her pupils wide, emerald eyes glazed with feverish passion. As if there was only the both of them in the entire world, and everything else was darkness. She couldn't even hear her own increasing moans, her mind lost in a transe of pleasure and utmost happiness. Even the slight pain of Campion's insistence upon her breasts did nothing more than rouse her further. Such a pain was nothing but a pinprick compared to what the half demoness had been subjected to before. A pinprick in the right spot to push her over.

Once again, an inhuman cry of pleasure left her, her body almost moving on its own as Kalu's mind blanked out with the sheer force of the orgasm. Her walls contorted and pressed around his meat, trying to coax his seed into her waiting womb. Omly after the shifter came did the frenzied rut leave Kalu, collapsing on top of him in a half conscious state of bliss that she'd never experienced before, her breathing still rushed from the wild wave. She'd staked her claim, and now they were each other's.

 

[Lanolyt]

He fell back and sighed. Smiling up at her. "Now we are truly one. I can feel your joy and I rejoice in it.

To think I had a part in your happiness."

He almost jumped when Mater pushed into the room with a meal.

Her eyes were shining and she spoke in elvish and common.
"So it is that two souls become one, their cords joined forever. Corellan rejoices at loving faithfulness.
Campion, is Kalu your only in all...forever?"

Campion looked up at Kalu, his member still buried in her. "Yes High Priestess. Kalu, I offer myself and claim you as my only, forever."

Mater looked at Kalu. "And is Campion your only...forever?"

 

[Tristeza]

Kalu's tired face smiled at him in reply, her black lips kissing his forehead tenderly before letting her own rest against his, giggling softly as she enjoyed the afterglow and the warmth of his body. "I-"

It took all of her fiber not to jump on Mater, her heart skipping a beat at the surprise. Her spotted arms, that had been around Campion's neck, tightened a little, for moments partially choking him between them and Kalu's head as she curled against him, half hiding under her white and black mane. It didn't matter how much Mater seemed happy and completely fine despite their current position... This wasn't fine. Before something less proper had a chance to escape the startled and annoyed Kalu though, the dark cloud dissipated as the elder spoke her words, the aggravation replaced by a feeling of utmost joy. Even though there was still a degree of awkwardness associated with the whole picture. Still.

"Yes... I wouldn't live any other way..." Kalu replied softly, joinning lips with her lover and, now, husband.