The Queen and The Conquered (Nekrosilisk and Notte)

[Nekrosilisk88]

Shadows danced across the dungeons walls as the young captive fought against those who were binding him. His hands were cuffed behind him, and chained to a ring in the floor, rendering their lethal claws useless. His ears were laid back, and the torch light that illuminated the dungeon only made his lupine features more savage and frightening. They still hadn't gotten his feet bound so there he was, snapping his wicked teeth and leaping at his captors as well as the short chain between his wrist and the floor would allow.

He was lithe, and his muscles bunched together in tight cords. Tribal marks adorned his body. The black ink showed up easily under the thin gray fur that adorned his body. He wore nothing but a loincloth. They'd tried to take that from his as they had his sword, but the unfortunate soul who'd made the attempt now lay bleeding in a corner clutching his masticated arm.

The three who were left each held a muzzle that they were trying to get on him, but none were brave enough to come within range of his bite after seeing what had happened to their comrade. His green eyes glinted in the flames, feral anger burning in them He was a warrior, and he could not stand being bound like this,

 

[Notte]

Queen Immortelle Chyna E'Dros, also know as the Ice Queen, made her way down through the winding tunnels of her dungeon keep. Her guardsmen and first in command had just been told her of a new Lupine that was captured. The closer she got to her destination, the louder the growls and the screams. She could feel the rapid pulse of excitement beating through her, smell the sweat, the fear, the anger coming from just ahead. And she couldn't wait to see what her men had brought her.

As she had made her way, she took great care to not ruin the bottom of her midnight silk nightgown, it was one of her many favorite tools used for seduction, wielded from temptation. It clung to her round, firm, and high breasts, to her lush and curvaceous midsection, and her ample hips and derriere; emphasizing her hour glass figure to perfection, reflecting light on her snow white skin, and making her sapphire eyes twinkle and sparkle like the night sky. Her long glossy black hair was crowned atop her head, with loose threads dancing all around, giving a look of innocents.

She stopped when she stepped into the room, surveying the chaos around her, the bleeding guard on the floor, the Dungeon Master's fighting to get the muzzle on, but afraid to step closer. And, the sight that took her breath away and made the junction between her legs moisten was the man... 'No,' she thought 'The animal,' changed to the floor, still trying to fight for freedom. He was lithe, hard edge, and had spirit to fight even though it was hopeless.

Stepping over to her Dungeon Master's she took the muzzle and waved her hand towards the door, indicating for them to leave. "You are all pathetic, can you not even tame one beast? Take Haden with you and clean him up and lock him down, we don't know what effects the bite may have on him." At her bequest and command, the men left and she was now alone to face the beast.

Unafraid like her men, she glided over to him, avoiding his legs before she stood standing over him, one foot on each side of his hips. She stood just out of reach of his mouth, staring down at him with those deep sapphire eyes of her's, staring into the flame green eyes filled with promise of retribution at his captives. "Decease your fight, Beast." Those words, hard, harsh, but softly spoken. And she waited for his response.

 

[Nekrosilisk88]

The young Lupine saw the lady walk in through the corner of his eye. He didn't pay her any mind, until at her command the men left them. His eyes narrowed as she referred to him as a beast. He was a man in his tribe, and one of the strongest. He studied her movements as she danced about him, the shimmer of her midnight gown speaking of the decadence she lived in. He saw those cold sapphire eyes looked into his own.

As everything about her shimmered with the luxury of self indulgence, he was toned by the colors of nature. His fine, matte fur, was the pale gray of freshly burned charcoal. His eyes like jade and his claws black as ebony. As she displayed the environs in which she lived, so did he show the beauty of his own world

The cold fire in his own eyes continued to burn as he stared her in the eyes. He was a warrior, and defiant to the end. His ears laid back as she called him a beast to his face. His bared his fangs with a snarl, and his voice came out surprisingly deep. "I have a name bitch, and you do best to remember it, so you can tell Devrala that Nalkath sent you to her!"

With that he leaped forward his jaws open ready to bite into her flesh. The chain stopped him short, yet still he fought against it, the metal links shrieking as they were strained near their breaking point, yet the held. His joints cracked as he pulled against them near to their breaking point. When he snapped his jaws shut, she was spared from them by only half an inch of distance. She had judged her distance well.

 

[Notte]

She sneaked her arm out and wrapped her hand along the bottom of his jaw, clutching it with a surprising strength for someone of her race and size. She stared into his eyes burning with fire and her cold gaze held firm, freezing everything in their path. A low growl escaped from her throat, a sound nearly animalistic though she be human. "You dare to threaten me?" Her voice was low, frosty, colder then the winter snow. "Queen of this Kingdom and of these lands."

As she still held his jaw, she dug her nails into his shoulder, biting down, scoring flesh as she dragged them down his chest, drawing blood. "You should think before you speak, beast. Now I know the name of the one to send you back to in pieces." She moved her body, crowding him more, showing nothing of fear. Moving her foot between his legs, she pushed lightly against his groin, putting more and more pressure on the appendage. "Maybe this is the first thing that I should send back."

Then, suddenly, she released him and moved away, well out of reach of him. A dark wicked smile dancing across her lips. "Or maybe, maybe I shall just leave you in here to rot, cutting off one thing slowly at a time. Giving you only water and bread when your close to starving. Perhaps, I should even lock you up with a weak little lamb and have you tear it apart in your savage hunger. Letting you free to scream alone in this cell, unable to break free, unable to find peace. Or shall I chain you down completely spread eagle and use you in whatever way I wish. While all the while you will know, that there isn't one person who is able to stop me. And should anything happen to me or should anyone seek retribution, that your whole tribe would be slaughtered. The men, the women, the children, and even the elderly."

 

[Nekrosilisk88]

Nalkath growled as she gripped and held his jaw, her fingers just clear of his fangs. He pulled against the chain binding him to the floor as she made her threats. The tight cords of muscle bulged as they strained against the iron chain. His eyes still held that anger, and a growl rose in his throat. He felt her nails dig into his shoulder, and draw blood as they scraped along his skin. He didn't feel the pain from this. Such minor injuries were nothing to one such as him.

As she released him and danced away he lunged after her snapping his jaws, regardless of how fruitless it seemed. After a few lunges, he stopped, his breathing labored. He'd been fighting off her men for the better part of the day, and now dealing with her, his energy was waning. His eyes narrowed as he spoke to her. "You are a ruler only in your own mind. We are and shall always remain free."

He sat back on his haunches still ready to spring if she came near. As she spoke of eliminating his tribe should they seek retribution, he laughed, long and hard. "We both know that will never happen. You lack the strength to conquer us, or else we would not rove free as we are. You know that should you commit such an atrocity we would band together and destroy you. Apart we decimate your forces, do you think you stand a chance against us all united?"

The smile on his face was wicked, and told of an unknown cunning that rested within his head. Everything he'd done till now was planned and keeping her distracted. He'd almost worked one hand loose from the manacles binding him.

 

[Notte]

She smiled at his taunts and his threats, but he didn't know, no one did, about the demons she kept on a tight leash. She raised her hand to her mouth and place two fingers between her lips, a long drawn out whistle to call out to her... pets. A call of emergency. A howl cut through the air at the same moment a panthers roar. And as one, her pets came running. Both of them were lycan, the half man half panther unmarked by tribal bands, but the Lupine... He was decorated with tribal bands, the tattoo's barely visible beneath his black fur, and his eyes were remarkably similar to Nalkath's.

Turning her back to Nalkath, she reached between the bars on the door and caressed each names face, before pulling them closer to kiss them with a hard edged hunger. When she pulled away from the kiss, she was panting, excited. Her nipples straining against her top and the scent of her womanly musk permitting the air. The arms of her favorite lover's and guards wrapping around her, speaking the knowledge that they had all been intimate together before.

She moved in their arms, pivioting around to look down at him, while the men behind her still caressed her body, each cupping a breast, while their other hand roamed down her stomach to the juncture between her legs. She smiled, tempting, her eyes on fire with desire. "These are just two of my protectors that I've keep hidden. Meet Micah and Aerith. Love's, do say hello to Nalkath, he'll be staying with us for awhile." Each man growled a warning and their eyes pinned on him even while they pleased their Mistress.

 

[Nekrosilisk88]

Nalkath nodded when he saw Micah come into light. He knew Micah well, and had never trusted him for one minute. There were humans who could become something close to what they were, but they were rare, and the likelihood of surviving the process further thinned those numbers.

His father's first wife had been one of these people, and Micah their youngest son, also the one who killed his mother in childbirth. Nalkath had been born two years later to a true lupine mother. He was pure blood, and his mother had instilled in him the importance of that from a young age. Micah was a halfbreed spawn, and weak. THey'd been fighting since they were old enough to claw at one another.

When they came of age, the elders chose Micah as a patrol leader, while leaving him behind on guard duty. He'd taken this sourly. He was stronger, and Micah hadn't seemed trustworthy to him, but the elders had decided to allow Micah to fight for them, while leaving him behind. They thought Micah strong since he survived so long, but he knew better. Within a month of him finishing his training, he went out on patrol They'd lost the patrol.

Now here he saw him again. He was pathetic, enslaved, no longer free. "Been a while hasn't it Micah?" His voice dripped with acid as he spoke. "Finally showing how weak you really are?" He didn't know the panther, that tribe was a long journey away from them. His eyes shifted back to the woman between them. His hand was free now, though he was careful to keep his fingers in the iron of the manacles.

"Do you think I fear your guardians? Let them come, I've met stronger on the battlefield fighting your weakest soldier."

 

[Notte]

((OC: Damn, I was going to have them be siblings, sort of like that bitter ruining and shock thing. I thought I dropped the hint when I said their eyes were similar.))

Immortelle smiled, something cold, something vicious. No one but she knew the truth behind Micah's eyes or story. While on a journey she had found him, bleeding and half alive. She had taken him in, nursed him back to health, physically and mentally. And now, she had his up most loyalty. It had taken a while for him to heal and during that time, his nightmares had rained, with she the only comfort to keep them at bay. She hadn't won them just by sheer domination. And nor did she force their love.

For a brief moment, Micah's hands stopped moving over her and she could feel the tension rolling off of him in waves. She new that he wanted to speak, but he couldn't, so he just growled long and low. Too cool his temper and keep his past at bay, she reached up to touch his hands and began running them over her body, until she felt his anger ease and the past dissipate.

"You know," she smiled cruelly, darkly, "it isn't just my guards you have to fear. Out of everyone in this castle, I have the most power. I rule everything and there is nothing, not even death, that shall get in my way." She growled and shivered in anticipation, she watched things closely, so closely, and she knew he was hiding something from her. She hadn't earned the title of Murder Princess for no reason, but that was long before she had become the Ice Queen. Now, she had to wonder if anyone even remembered her old name.

 

[Nekrosilisk88]

((OC: Whoops XD I can retcon that if you'd like. I took it as a tribal/ racial deal from the earlier post with the guard lol.))

The young lupine looked at her defiantly. He was waiting for her to make that one stupid mistake of getting too close too him now, letting her arrogance be her undoing. "You are? If you're so powerful why do you even need guards?"

He began to shift his weight subtly and tense his legs readying for the attack if she came to him. He wondered just how confident she was in her abilities, if they were real. But he was patient and strong. He could stay like this for some time if needed. He held his claws at the ready behind him, waiting for her to com in range.

"Or is your power merely a facade to keep the weak and the pathetic in line under you? Those who are too blind to see how weak you really are?" His smile was malignant, he was waiting for her to make that fatal slip.

 

[Notte]

She removed her lovers hands from her body and strode forward, just out of reach of him. Her eyes turned to cold hard edged glass and her tone became low and frosty, "I have guards as is my right of Queenship. I have guards too raise the alarm of a coming attack and to die in order to protect me when the numbers are overwhelming." With each word spoken her anger grew and as the anger boiled hotter, she stepped closer and closer, until she was nearly standing over him. "I have guards to protect me from the immorti. You don't scare me with your cocky attitude, you weak whelp." She hissed out with her voice filled with an ice so hot it burned.

Taking the hem of her gown, she raised it above her head to reveal the multiple wounds - both healed and old, but mostly to show the tattoo that started at her pelvis to run along her side and wrap around her back. A tattoo made from dark, black magic, a curse upon the one who wore it; a mark only spoken of in legend, for the clan itself that created it is only thought of in whispers for fear of their wrath. "I have fought the Kiludia and I have come out the victor, I have been cursed to feel nothing. Do you really think you scare me?" Her hand whipped out and once again she took hold of his jaw in a nearly bruising grip. "Would you like to test whether or not you believe I have the strength?"

 

[Nekrosilisk88]

He snarled as she held his jaw, speaking through gritted teeth. "I think you'll find that I'm not as weak as that pathetic half-blood you so enjoy." With that he opened his jaws and snapped them down viciously hoping to catch her fingers as he ripped his head back, while rising, and liberating his freed hand from the shackles, the claws tensed to rend flesh as they came up towards her abdomen.

If what she spoke was true, he knew he'd be in a world of trouble shortly, but he doubted it was. The Kiludia were amongst the elder tribes, and no one crossed them. Even amongst his own kind there were few who dared speak their names. Only in desperation were they ever called upon for aid, as the price for even asking their aid was often heavy, and even greater for receiving it. None that crossed them survived, how could she still be alive if she had.

Even as he finished his assault upon her, his body was already wrenching his other hand free from the manacles so he was no longer bound to the floor, but had the full range of movement he needed to be truly effective, though it was proving to be quite difficult.

 

[Notte]

The howls from her two guards signaled in warning, but she ignored them avidly and even let him have some blood. With her fingers locked between his teeth and his claws coming towards her, she jumped up. His teeth pierced past flesh and embedded in bone, yet she made no noise as she flipped over him. A blue haze clouded her vision and she could feel the leak of brown bleed from her eyes as the color started to shift to white. Then, as the curse made it's way, she became blind; soon all of her other senses would follow as well, so she knew she had to make this quick.

Head-butting him from behind, she tore her fingers free in an arch of blood, and danced away. "Tell me, truly, what is weakne..." The taunting question fell short on a whispered rasp as her vocal cords shut down. Blind and mute, her lips thinned into an angry line, but she held her own as attack after attack came. The words of the Kiludia rang through her head and a dark rage boiled in her blood. She would not go down under their prophecy.

 

[Nekrosilisk88]

Even as his hand came loose, he could feel the surge of power in her blood, the curse that she bore. He spit out as much of the blood as he could to rid himself of it, but he wasn't fast enough. already he could feel the effects coursing through him.

He moved quickly, fighting to assail her before the curse, temporary as it may be to him, kicked in all the way. he could already feel his power waning. His attacks may have seemed fast, but to him they felt sluggish, and under powered. Even as her voice fell silent, his legs collapsed under him, and his arms weakly clawed towards her. His breathing was heavy, He didn't want to imagine what she was going through as his vision dimmed, and his pulse slowed.

 

[Notte]

She knew he had fallen, just like she had in her early days of the curse, when all at once the senses failed. When it felt as if the body was just to weak to go on, a temporary death for most, but her curse was dual played. When all sense fail and a lover be taken into her body, the senses would return; forever she was plagued with the sin that she had committed. One of lust, the other of death taken from that lust. And with each temporary death, reanimation had taken longer and longer. For her life was connected to that of a single Kiludia, and for that reason, she could not find peace.

Blindly she signaled to Micah and Aerith to move Nalkath back into his chains, but to also add more so only under her will could he be free. She felt a hand upon her arm as Aerith lead her over to Nalkath, but before she could make it there, her legs gave out and before she could fall, Aerith swung her up into his arms. Although she could not feel his touch, smell the scent of his skin, see his face, or hear his words, and soon her taste would go as well, just like the rest of her senses.

As he carried her over to Nalkath, he took her hand in his and ran it over Nalkath's body, slowly, leisurely, coaxing just enough of his blood to life. Blood in the only part of his body that would matter. He than lifted her up and straddled her over Nalkath's waist, while trying to slide the hard flesh of his shaft into her body.

 

[Nekrosilisk88]

Nalkath tried to growl as his older brother drug him back to the chains and viciously clamped the irons about his wrists. He could briefly feel them biting into his flesh, then almost nothing. He almost felt sorry for the bitch now that he knew what she was suffering through, almost. He knew one thing for certain about the Kiludia, they never used their power unless they deemed it justified. Whatever she had done to merit this punishment, she deserved it.

Micah rolled him onto his back, and he could do nothing to resist. His legs laid there in a jumbled mess useless. He wondered how long the curse was going to affect him. The stronger the curse the longer the effects. A cool breeze passed over his loins as Mica snapped his cloth away revealing the rest of his anatomy.

He could smell the panther coming closer, then he felt her hand against him. He felt himself responding to her touch, his body arousing itself. He wondered why in hell she was trying to get him hard, though when he felt her legs brush against him on both sides, it dawned what she was after. He weakly bucked his hips, fighting to get away with what little strength he had, as the panther grabbed hold of him to make it easier for her. Regardless of how fruitless it seemed, he was not going to mate with her if he could help it.