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Underdark Dealings (Esyel & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Esyel

Esyel

Super-Earth
Joined
Oct 31, 2014
Location
East Coast

Deep beneath the Drow city of Rilauven, all seemed to be normal. Well, as much as one could call such a society with the dark elves that. Everyone and everything appeared to be in order. Slavery was still the strongest source of income and trade. Furthermore, most of these slaves were men of various races; other Drow, Sylvan elves, humes, half-elves, and the list went on and on. The women were, no had always been, in power. After all, Drow lived on a matriarchal system so of course the fairer sex was in charge. It had been that way for centuries. Why should tradition begin to change?

There were many noble houses within the city of Rilauven, each having an array of vital members. Most, if not all, had their own weapon master. The house of Venoch'Xuileb'Brou was no exception to this rule. Their own went by the name of Ktonos.

How long has he been here?

The musings came from the Mother Matron of this same house, Alaunvyll Venoch'Xuileb'Brou. Normally, the woman in charge didn't second guess her decisions. Ever. But alas, this was one of those very rare exceptions that she realized letting this ... this monster of a Drow into her home had definitely been a poor choice. At first, he looked promising. Moreover, he didn't display any mercy or hesitation. Normally, this was a good thing to see in warriors, particularly male ones. It meant they weren't pathetic or weak like most of the slaves tended to be. Now, however, things were getting too far out of hand.

When all was said and done, Alaunvyll knew something had to be done. An irked and simultaneously defeated sigh passed her parted lips. She had few options. One had been to ask about any of the other houses for help but .. no. Most of the Drow within those had priestesses, warriors, or even some wizards. But in the end, the problem that always taunted the Matron Mother's mind was the same.

"Ktonos would know how to deal with those types. Hmph!"

Her crimson eyes shut as a dark-skinned hand trailed up and moved some white strands of hair behind her ears. Surely there was one type of person he had never had experience with, wasn't there?

"There has to be!" Her eyes shot wide open and before she could pray for Lolth to give her a sign, a new idea came to her. She'd never dwelled upon the mere thought before. But now that it entered her head and the Matron Mother dwelled on it several times over, she slowly nodded. Part of her honestly didn't enjoy the mere thought despite it meaning she would use her youngest daughter; not because she pitied her child. Oh no. Mercy didn't exist in Alaunvyll's vocabulary. No, no. The real issue was she would be risking a very rare and precious treasure; to be more precise, what her child was, not the fact it was her daughter.

Even to this day, she didn't know or understand how or why it had happened. But she had sensed her youngest, Elari Venoch'Xuileb'Brou, was not at all normal. In fact, she was nowhere near close. Still, she had forced her to at least act that way by pretending to being in the midst of training as a priestess of Lolth. The guise, of course, had worked.

But only the Matron Mother knew the truth. Somehow, her youngest had been born with psionic abilities. The powers alone were incredibly rare as it was. But to be given to a woman? That, admittedly, had terrified her when she first realized this. Usually, it was Drow men - such as Kimmuriel Oblodra - who were blessed with these .. gifts. Her initial reaction had been nearly killing her own child.

But Lolth had given her a vision the same night that Elari had been born. It hinted that one day, she would become useful to the house. If there was ever a night that would prove this premonition to be accurate and true, it would certainly be this one. Lolth had never turned her back against Alaunvyll before. And damnit all, the Matron Mother would refuse to believe the Queen of the Drow would begin to start any acts of betrayal here and now, during one of the most crucial times of her life.

Alaunvyll pondered over her idea a few more times before nodding and finally turning to the sleeping figure in her bed; one of the many male slaves she used for her sexual pleasures. Her hand deftly raised before landing upon the man's face, making him instantly wake up.

"Get dressed and then go get Elari!"

"... Elari?" the servant repeated, as if ensuring he had heard correctly. The glare that Alaunvyll gave him helped reassure the sex slave that was indeed the name his ears had managed to hear. "Of course, my Mistress." he replied, never once allowing his eyes to meet the crimson ones.

No more than one minute passed before slipped into his tunic and pants before heading to an elegant door.

Now ... you wait.

And while Alaunvyll had to do just that, she began getting dressed into her priestess robes though not because she was ashamed. Hell no! It was disrespectful to not show appreciation and worship to her goddess. The city of Rilauven may have forgotten as most Drow didn't worship Lolth anymore. But Alaunvyll would personally rather be sent to the deepest layer of the abyss before daring to give up on the Spider Queen.
 
It was considered a rare thing to see the Weapons Master of a Great house taking to the lower sections of the city. The Drow that lived in these sections had their own ways of living. After the Iron War had finished, the Drow population had increased once more. The Great Houses returned to their previous ways, warring and vying for advancement within the city, paying their respects to the Spider Queen. So many of the common blood had been absorbed into the Great houses as soldiers, and they had left the slums behind without looking back.

All of them except one.

Ktonos del Valuken, once a street urchin with little more than a name, had risen fast and mightily in the war. From soldier, to squad leader, to commander, and finally, to the lofty post of Weapon Master. Bathed in the blood of his foes, and leading the forces around him on a crusade of carnage and slaughter, Ktonos had done extremely well in the conflict. Even in the immediate aftermath of the war, when there was a very real, and very bloody struggle to ensure the pecking order amongst the Houses worked in a favourable way, he had done so very well. But once the sound of steel faded from the air, the silence began to weigh on his mind, and he felt the insinuations of fear, of worry, of the very madness that granted him strength.

In the low city, there was a pit, and within it there was blood sport for show. Ktonos didn't need to shoulder his way through. The crowds parted before him, not a single one of them looking to bar his path. All knew who he was, and what he could do to them with no consequence at all. He stopped at the edge, seeing what there was on display. It seemed as though they were just about to begin a round, a band of orcs facing down a minotaur. Ktonos smiled, feeling his palm itch. There was the urge to throw himself into the pit, bathe himself in blood, taste the victory for himself. But he hadn't the time.

The battle was short, and fierce, with the orcs managing to bring the beast down, though many of their number were killed in the conflict. It was enough to quell the urge in his mind for a little. Ktonos left, heading for home. The gates opened for him as he approached, and he entered the courtyard, looking to see that the soldiers within were indeed training in the manner that he had set out. Alone amongst the Great Houses, Venoch'Xuileb'Brou had managed to hone it's people into a cohesive force, able to make use of formations, and use differing tactics to confound their foes. Ktonos had learned well from the war, seeing what worked for their foes, and finding ways to counter it. A soldier strode to him.
"And where have you been Weapons master? You were to report here more than an hour past! When the Matron hears of this-" He blustered. THe other soldiers looked away, knowing what was coming. Ktonos had spun on his heel, the long edge of his courtblade sweeping in, taking the lower legs from the Drow, adn dropping him to the ground in a screaming mess. A heavy boot slammed down on the fallen torso.

"I take no orders from you. Nor do I suffer fools who forget their place in the house." He hissed out. Ktonos reached out a hand, and flexed his fingers. The gauntlet shifted, adn the points of the fingers extended into sharp points. Not much use in most fights, it had saved him in a few close up engagements. He plunged the sharpened fingers into the throat of the Drow, and ripped his hand back out. He held the majority of the throat in his hand, and smiled as the Drow thrashed his last. He experimentally licked the blood from his hand, but then spat. It tasted of fear and despair. A cowards blood. He turned to the house, wiping the edge of his sword off as he moved towards the front door. Time to see what other intrigues might be afoot.
 

Alaunvyll had taken every single precaution she could think of. Most, of course, were in some magical ward or a similar enough fashion. Only those truly trained in the art of spellcasting, especially divine, would even begin to sense it. Even then, however, one would need to be another priest in order to even start pinpointing what exactly she had done. Thankfully, Ktonos was not such a man. He relied on brute strength. Most individuals whose strength was in the physical department tended to have a very weak will power. Psionics were nothing to laugh at. In fact, they were usually - as much as Alaunvyll hated to admit it - superior than most of any spell she could perform. And knowing that Elari had been trained in secret over the past years .. it made her smirk and simultaneously cringe just to think that her youngest child may be able to surpass her.

"Not like she'd be foolish enough to attempt anything against you," she reassured herself. Still, there was always the possibility and fear. Paranoia - or as close to it as one would allow themselves to feel - was a very common sensation among Drow.

But at that moment, Alaunvyll was far more infuriated. Five minutes had already gone by and that damn servant still hadn't returned with Elari! She got up to her feet, cursing lowly under her breath before finally, a soft but audible knock barely registered to the Matron's ears.

"About damn time!" she hissed, shooting the male a stern glare before turning her attention to her daughter. "Do come in," she greeted with an almost sweet tone.

Of course, Elari had been weary from the second the servant had knocked on her door. Her suspicions only grew as she was informed her mother of all people had wished to see her. Why would the same woman whom had seemed to be ashamed for so long abruptly want her? That very same question had gone through her mind numerous times now. She didn't dare sit down but continued to stand as she bowed her head to her Mother. "You wanted me?" she inquired, a genuinely curious tone in her voice.

"Mhm, I did." Murmuring a word in her native tongue, Alaunvyll closed the door. Now, anyone outside of her chambers wouldn't be able to hear her conversation with Elari, not lest they got rid of the powerful silence spell she had placed upon her door. And if some poor, pathetic fool dared to mess with her magic ... oh they would pay. They would no doubt be very sorry for messing with that.

Finally, she shoved the thoughts away with a quick wave of her hand, giving Elari her full attention. "I have a very, very important task for you." As the crimson eyes watched her youngest daughter give an affirmative nod, Alaunvyll continued with her explanation. "You see ... we have a problem. It comes in the form of Ktonos."

The mere mentioning of the name made Elari's heart simultaneously race and sink. Even she knew of his reputation within the House. Hell, every damned Drow did. It was a miracle there were still people residing here with his ... temper. All it took was one wrong set of words or even stare and some people found themselves dead in a matter of seconds. She was safe because of her position in the House. The same basically held true with her Mother. Otherwise, both would very likely be dead.

" ... I thought you welcomed him here though?" she reminded, flinching slightly as Alaunvyll almost instantly shot her an irked glare.

"Don't you dare think I've forgotten that! Yes, yes, I know! That doesn't matter anymore!" A sly smirk crossed her lips as her hands gently fell upon Elari's shoulders. A dark-skinned hand slowly teased the fabric of her child's robes before a slender pair of fingers tucked underneath her jaw, making her white eyes look up at the crimson ones before her. "What does is the here and now. I'm afraid things have gotten too .. chaotic with him around. To put it bluntly ... he needs to die."

"And ... you want me to ... ?!"

Alaunvyll merely nodded, her smirk widening as Elari quickly figured out what she had wanted. "Smart one. Yes, my child. You will carry this task out."

"May ... I know why me? I'm not doubting your decision," she quickly added, not wishing to incur her mother's wrath. "But .. I am curious. Your own magic is strong also."

"... True. Alas, though, I am not the first priestess he has gone against before either. You and your ... abilities, however, are foreign to him. He will not know how to deal with the psionic blasts you can place upon him. Break him and his mind. That's all you need to do. The best part? Range will continue to be your ally."

Elari just stared, hardly noticing the dark fingers had left or that her mother was now sitting upon her own bed, still smirking at her. Had she truly heard this properly? She was being sent to deal with Ktonos? This ... was basically a suicide mission! Lolth help her, she didn't want to accept this! But at the same time, Elari knew and understood there was no such thing as any true 'choice' for her. Her body shuddered ever so slightly as she finally gave a slight bow. "Of course, Mother. It .. it will be done."

"Good girl. Wait for the night to fully arrive. Ambush him in his sleep. I expect good news in the morning. Now ... off with you. I am expecting said male to arrive soon enough."

Not needing anymore incentive, Elari deftly opened the door to her mother's chambers and hurried back into her room.

Once her daughter was out of sight, Alaunvyll peeked out from the corners of her door. Once she was damn certain that no one was around to see her, she dispelled the silence spell surrounding her room. Now she would be able to hear Ktonos. Any and all suspicion which would have led to the talk and conspiracy which had been completed with Elari would not be traced to her.

The thought made Alaunvyll's smirk widen further. Slowly but surely, things were moving in place. Her plan was going into motion. Now, it would be but a matter of time before she would get what she wanted. Even if Elari failed --- well, she could figure a secondary plan. For now, however, she wasn't counting on that possibility. She merely kept it tucked away in the back of her head, never truly dwelling upon it. Not yet, anyway. If she needed to, she would. Until then, she would assume that by the morning, Ktonos would be dead or at least mentally broken and thus no longer deemed a threat to her House.

She'd prefer deceased, of course. But if Elari could do more than enough damage to torment him too badly, Alaunvyll wouldn't mind finishing him off herself.

Alas, that was but another thing that she would have to await for. Until then, she found herself playing yet another waiting game, now patiently listening out for the sounds of footsteps that would belong to Ktonos himself.
 
Ktonos made no pretense of being stelthy or quiet. It wasn't that he couldn't manage it. He could. Very effectively, especially considering his choice of armour. But this was not the way he went about things typically. He footfalls echoed through the halls, and he heard the faint scuffling around him of servants keeping out of his way. Ktonos he;d nothing against them specifically, but there had been times when he ensured that his mind remained at peace with whomever happened to be on hand. More than one Drow had been reduced to a screaming outlet for his own problems. His palm itched faintly, but he pushed that detail from his mind. Last thing he needed was to salve that particular annoyance.

On an impulse, he stopped a moment, leaning back in an alcove to relax a moment. He was not really bound for anywhere in particular. It was early yet, and most of the noble family had yet to emerge from their chambers. With this in mind, he was a little surprised to see one of the daughters leaving the chambers of the matron. That...was interesting. Intrigues afoot indeed. Ktonos admit that he only caught a fleeting glance at the departing woman, and there was a brief moment, a fierce instinct to set out after her. It had been a long time since he'd had a noble lady to amuse him, not since the last time the house had climbed the ladder. Ktonos had been granted a grace period with whomever he could locate in the final assault. He had captured one of the noble daughters, as well as one of the sons. The son had proven easy enough to break to his whims, the cold mercy of the knife had proven too much after the third day. The daughter had only glared at him while his attention was focused on his work. It had galled her that she had not ranked a greater threat or priority.

She had regretted that quickly.

Hurt, wounded, and violated beyond anything she had conceived of before, Ktonos had taken his time with her, keeping her secreted away for more than two months before finally tiring of her and ending her life. It had not pleased the family, as should he make a mistake, and allow either one to escape, it would have brought fire and ruin upon the house beyond hope. But he had not cared. He'd been promised a way to sate his amusements, and he had done so, more thoroughly than in a very long time.

Crushing the urge to take hasty action on the daughter, he moved out of the alcove, and head for the chambers of the Matron. He would need to check in if she was awake, and it seemed that she was. He stopped at the entrance, pausing there. He was many thing, impulsive being amongst them, but there was still an edge of protocol to him most times.
"Fair morning to you Matron. Did you require anything of me this day?" He asked, bowing as he spoke.
 

Poor Elari's heart stopped as she passed, briefly but still, by the very man she was supposed to kill. Her face showed as little emotion as possible despite everything she had just been told. If anything, his presence only fueled her on in making certain she got to her room as quickly as possible. Despite Elari's haste, however, her door closed gently, refusing to give any sounds or suggestions that deep down, she was hiding information. Now that she was hidden in her room, the young Drow felt her body begin to tremble as she sat down upon her bed.

"I can't!" she whimpered, repeatedly running a hand through her bright silver hair. "He'll ... he'll kill me! Wait ... stop! Calm down! Breathe .... "

Her eyes closed as she began heeding her own words and taking long, deep breaths. There had to be a way to do this. Her mother wouldn't have asked her if that wasn't the case otherwise, right? She wanted to believe as much. Gradually, her body began to relax as she lied down on her back. The once tense muscles continued to feel more at ease along with her entire body. Even with her heart and mind racing frantically, she was beginning to feel much better as she started formulating a plan.

Alaunvyll let a smile mingle in with the same smirk she'd been wearing for a few good minutes as Ktonos walked inside. Unlike Elari, she wasn't afraid. Not at that moment, anyway. The Matron knew she probably should be. The plan that she had coerced her daughter to cooperate with was very risky for herself and her youngest child. But especially the head of the household. If it did somehow end up being too much for Elari .. well ... that wasn't her fault now was it?

Maybe slightly. But not enough to accept the blame.

Crimson eyes glanced up to the orbs across from her as her smirk widened. "Not quite yet. I'm working on gathering more concrete evidence about some rumors floating around. Some of the other houses are getting restless once more. Or so some of my scouts have hinted this. Until then? Just continue to keep your senses alert. It may not be anything or it may be a very major deal that we need to watch out for. But ... until there is more proof, there is no point in getting worked up over something that may not mean anything."

The combination of the additional imprint in her bed plus a slightly lingering scent of arousal would all but spell out how her morning had been thus far. But she didn't care much herself. In fact, Alaunvyll often wondered why her youngest daughter refused to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh. She was more than capable, no doubts about that. Was she saving herself? The mere thought made the Matron snicker.

Don't be foolish. If she were a hume, perhaps. But she's a pure Drow. It's not in her blood.

Besides, she was still barely a child, ripe at the age of 100 years old. Alas, Alaunvyll did often think that there were times she most definitely needed to begin growing up and she had considered some .. personal lessons to assist with that.

Mentally waving them away, her focus went back to Ktonos. "And what of your morning? How has that been thus far, hm? Given the sight of crimson upon your face, hands, and fingers, I'd assume well enough?"

Elari, meanwhile, was still trying to think. But the only option that entered her confused head came in the form of accepting her mother's idea and trying an assault during the night. It was ... almost cowardly in it's own way. But still, she knew if she dared allow herself to get close, her neck would be snapped or some other similar fate. It'd be quick and likely painless ... unless he purposely took his time. And if he did .... the thought made her whimper and cringe.

Alas, as comfortable as her bed was, Elari knew better. The time for her 'priestess lessons' had arrived and she thus needed to head to the temple. Taking another long, deep breath, the psion stood up once more. Her dark hands straightened her robes before she began to exit the house, not speaking to anyone nor letting any of the others halt her.
 
Ktonos paused, adn looked down, seeing hte spattered blood as if for the first time. Truth be told, he'd put it out of his mind. He shook out his hand, the clawed endings on the gauntlet retreating, before reaching up to tap the House emblem on his chest. All of the Great Houses had these things, given to the important members of the house. And all of them were layered with different enchantments. Ktonos had made a request of his, more of a way of keeping himself presentable enough by the standards of the nobility. A simple extra spell, a cantrip really. prestidigitation did very little most of the times, but one function was to keep a person or object clean. The blood flaked off of him, fluttering to the ground in dried flakes.
"The house is...short a soldier. He forgot his place. Else his ambitions grew higher than his ability." Ktonos stated calmly. Frankly, from a Drow stand point, other than the rather brazen way of killing him, there had been no real flaw in the execution of the soldier. Especially not after the way Ktonos had explained it.

"But my morning is not until later I fear. If there is nothing pressing, then I have not yet rested. I would take this moment of quiet to do so, by your leave." He bowed again as he spoke. His eyes took in many things. The faint traces of heat on the bed, still fading slowly, the elevated temperature of the Matron. Most Drow were rather...unrestrained in their passions, Ktonos being no exception. The Matron had not seemed overly untoward or brazen in how she conducted herself, simply lacking in anything that resembled shame. And why should she? She was the Matron of the Fifth Great House of the city of Rilauven. Very few could ever call her to account for herself with any success. There was a moment of hesitation, of thought, but that thought was left alone almost as quickly. The thought of the Matron tied in place by her own tools of office, screaming beneath him as he had his way with her. The thoughts faded. They were dangerous things to have in presence of a priestess. Even if they were not gifted with the magic of the mind, expressions could sometimes betray a person. Ktonos left his face a mask that still seemed at war with itself, torn between propriety and the proper stance to take with his betters in the house and urge to kill. He'd worn it with the members of the house often enough for this look to be considered normal for him.
 

Alaunvyll quietly watched in pure amusement as Ktonos wiped the blood away. During that brief moment, he almost acted more ... non-Drow with seeming to worry on his presentation. That had not, by any means, been the first time the Matron had seen him coated in blood. In fact, that was perhaps one of the more merciful sights her crimson eyes had seen the weapons master. So for him to act as if it were worse was interesting for certain. Still, if he felt obligated, she wouldn't stop him. There were a select few rules which she always enforced. This, alas, was not at all one. So even if it looked hilarious to some degrees, she wouldn't tell Ktonos he couldn't use his crest.

A sigh was all he got from his explanation. And in that one breath, he could hear her clearly irked -- and yet relieved. This was exactly part of the reason she had asked for Elari to deal with him. It was true that incompetence wouldn't be a good thing to see in her members of the House either. At the same time, torture could have been used first as a method of straightening that same soldier out. Had Ktonos already forgotten? It seemed as much with how he almost always was clad, in some form or fashion, with blood. Still, if the reasons had been honest and accurate as to why he had done what he had ... Ktonos had also done Alaunvyll a favor. It annoyed her to know and understand this. But in the long run, if he hadn't resorted to getting rid of that same soldier, than she would have likely herself.

"Very well," she finally replied, keeping a neutral tone in her voice. It wasn't like he needed to know he had been about twenty seconds away from hearing her help conspire with his future death. Hopefully that would be the result anyway. Her head displayed an affirmative nod. "Yes. You ... "

The expression in Ktonos' eyes may have been brief, but it lingered long enough for Alaunvyll to notice it.

Oh? Now what's he thinking?

Were this anyone else, no one would begin to try to guess. Ktonos, however, fascinated her far too much for her own good. Her eyes followed his and noticed one thing he had found was the bed. The Matron felt her smirk widen. Truth be told, she had wondered a few times of the very same thing. But a mix of tradition and pride kept her from acting out on those thoughts while simultaneously continuing to use slaves for pleasure. It was almost eerie to think he may have briefly read her mind. Or was he just that smart? Both were certainly a possibility.

In the end, however, Alaunvyll finally waved it off. Desires and wishes never bothered her, especially those that included her into the equation. It wasn't until someone acted that she did the same back, typically in the form of a hold person spell. And that was one of the far more merciful choices. Depending on the situation would determine what was used, of course. For Ktonos, it'd likely be something more akin to harm or even worse.

"Yes. You may take your leave." she finally finished, sitting down quickly upon her bed as she purposely made her breasts bounce underneath her robes. It was her nonverbal way of daring him to act upon those very wants that she had been almost certain she detected not too long ago. Or was it to restrain himself from doing so? Regardless, she'd made sure it would have been an action that would get a reaction from Ktonos.

As plentiful as the slaves were, few of them were genuinely decent or even good. A change with that was definitely something the Matron wouldn't mind.

The walk had been brief but finally, Elari arrived at the temple. Of course, everyone else believed the same lie that her Mother had used to fool the house. She was another priestess. However, her Mother had also insisted she would be better in a room by herself so she could concentrate. It wasn't a complete lie; that was actually true. It just wasn't divine powers that the young Elari was channeling so much. Without saying much, the young Drow shut her door as she sat down in a lone bed. It wasn't nearly as comfortable as her actual one, of course. But it would suffice.

As her eyes closed, Elari began to focus, taking steady breaths through her nose and mouth simultaneously. It was easiest to obtain the most psionic powers while she was calm, not panicking. And so she became just that, feeling much more safe now that she was here as opposed to her actual house.

By the time the night arrived, she would be ready. And she wouldn't dare let her mother down.
 
The momentary pause from the Matron set off some bels in Ktonos mind. HIs gaze was fixated on her, zeroing in like a predator on wounded prey. The way she moved, the way she sat down, all of seemed built on the idea of either an invitation, or a dare. Not one to back away from a dare, he had to arrest his forward momentum before he took a step towards her. He felt a kind of proper center to his thoughts. No. That isn't an invitation to a night of passionate abandon. It's a meat grinder dressed like a woman. Go home. He heard in his mind, a kind of sensible, measured voice that rarely made itself heard over teh din of his mind. He nodded.
"Until later than Matron." He nodded to her, and with a kind of visible reluctance, making it clear that there was a great deal of temptation to remain behind and explore this possibility, he took his leave.

It didn't take him long to reach his own chambers. They were spacious, as befit his position of Weapon Master. He spent a little time setting his armour onto the rack that he had. The armour was enchanted to be able to be called and dismissed from his form in an instant, by a thought, but removing it properly let him examine it for any damage or changes. Paranoia wasn't a bad thing in the life of the Drow, and he knew that sometimes it was a very healthy approach. A few moments later Ktonos was stretching, stripped to the waist. His hands almost burned at this point, the close encounter with the Matron having kicked things up in his mind, and made him more on edge than normal. he drew his sword, adn moved in a dazzling display of swordsmanship, pushing himself, working a sweat up. When he froze, he was panting, and sank onto the bed in a sitting position, the naked blade point down between his knees. He rested his head on the hilt, taking a deep breath. It helped, the drills, but not as much as he wanted it to. He needed more. And soon.

Thoughts strayed back to the Matron. If she was...otherwise occupied with one of the slaves, he had the image of decapitating the hapless man and fucking her on the bloodsoaked bed. It might be, in some ways, the only way he'd trust himself fully to do it. Whenever he started down that path, it was hard to keep the hungers separate. The difference between sex and violence was so small in his own mind, that they often blurred. And while some violent action might be a good thing, he hardly thought the Matron would appreciate being scarred or nearly crippled by his actions as some of the girls he'd taken advantage of had been. Few escaped unscathed. He lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Hi sword lay on the bed beside him. He let his eyes close, let himself drift in a light doze, waiting for full sleep to come to him. After nearly an hour, it finally did, welcoming him into it's cold oblivious embrace.
 

Alaunvyll almost literally saw it. That desperate, hungry, and so-very-wanting look. It was all there right in Ktonos' eyes. Normally, it was when he badly wished to be violent with little to no restrictions holding him back. This time, however, even the Matron could see that there was obviously something he hadn't been able to satisfy himself with in a long while; a woman. Alaunvyll most definitely knew and hadn't forgotten about the previous incident in which he used one of her daughters. That had, truth be told, been part of the reason she had dared to tease him. The other? Her own amusement; nothing more, nothing less. Needless to say, Alaunvyll wasn't sure if she felt more astonishment or disappointment when he turned and left. Not many men within her own house could even turn their backs on her, especially after such gestures she made were like that. Ah well. It just meant he truly was strong; and not only in a physical manner but mentally.

That being said, Elari would definitely have a hell of a challenge for her.

Crimson eyes rested upon what looked like an ordinary mirror nearby. With a quick murmuring of an activation word, however, it revealed itself for what it truly was; a scrying mirror. In the glass, Elari came into view. Not that Alaunvyll didn't trust she wasn't training. Oh no, she knew her daughter was. This, rather, was ... the easiest way to check up on her.

The Matron would see that, for the most part, Elari was easily focusing and properly channeling her powers. There were a select few moments where she almost lost concentration but quickly regained it.

Alaunvyll continued to monitor her daughter for about another hour before making the image vanish. She would trust the Drow Psion to do her role. Or, on the off-chance she didn't, the Matron would simply hand out punishment to her. It made no real difference, so long as Ktonos eventually wound up dead.

A good three to five more hours flew by before Elari felt that it was now time. Slowly, almost reluctantly even, she began to make her way out of her room within the temple and began the trek home.

Why me? she mused, gripping her lower lip nervously. All the same, her Mother's words continued to repeat in her mind; that he had never dealt with psionic powers before. Ergo, he was most vulnerable to these assaults. Well, he should be.

"Still ... why did I have to have these?"

The almost unnatural abilities truly were a double edged blade. They could be a miracle at times and a curse at others. Right now, Elari couldn't help but feel as if it were the latter.

Elari took a deep breath as she walked past all the servants, going right into her room and lying down upon her bed. She wasn't going to sleep; heavens no. But she would pretend to look this way after going through with the plan.

First thing was first, however. A quick mental scan allowed Elari to feel that Ktonos was still in the mansion. From what she could feel, he was indeed asleep. Her white eyes closed as she focused on the weapons master. It wasn't quite as strong compared to if she were in front of him -- or at least near his door. But he would definitely begin to feel a foreign sensation. It'd start off almost as if a tingling feeling was dancing across his skin. Soon, however, it would shift to burning and finally, begin to switch as if an invisible force was attempting to crush his bones, muscles, and organs even.

At the same time, she continued to make certain he remained unconscious. Or, if he woke up and fought it off, she'd halt and feign her sleeping act. But no damn way was she going to get caught or die tonight. No. Elari would definitely make certain of that much.
 
As a rule, Ktonos did not dream. He could not recall a time in his life when he had. Sleep was a blessing to him precisely because it let him not have to think, to feel, to fear. Those moments were somehow precious to him, even more so than when he was able to lose himself in blood and battle. While the ecstasy that he found there was a fantastic thing, it was somehow sullied by the knowledge that it would inevitably pass. There were times that Ktonos actually wished he'd been a little less intelligent. But then he also knew wehere that led. He'd be little more than a slave to his desires, no thoughts, no will of his own. Just a weapon that was in the use of others. Weapon Master he might be, bound to serve the Great House, but he was still his own man at heart, and no one was able to take that from him. Not yet anyway. He maintained no illusions that there was every possibility that he was going to lose himself someday effectively enough that he wasn't going to be coming back.

He stirred uncomfortably in his sleep, the dregs of an awareness creeping up on him. The tingling was different, but not wholly displeasing. When it began to burn, he knew that there was something wrong, especially in that he found that he was unable to awaken with his customary easy and speed. Somethine was very, very wrong. ANd he needed to be awake to face it.

He felt the flaring of pain in his body as something exerted force on him, something trying to crush him. His mind reeled a moment, before he could practically hear his own madness, hear it raging throughout him. Daring the risks involved, he let himself go, surrendering to the madness that was within him. It felt as though there was an enchantment upon him, but he'd been ensorcelled in the past, and knew this was different somehow. Still, whatever power was keeping him asleep shattered under the indomitable will of the insanity that lurked. He woke with both hands on the hilt of his sword, mouth wide, and a rictus grin on his face. Struggling to contain himself, he heard a foot step outside of his door. Ignoring the further discomfort of the strange power pressing down on him, he threw the door open.

The hapless servant was dragged into the room, a bubbling scream already ripping free of his voice, knowing that nothing good ever came from this room. The laughter rang throughout the halls, punctuated by the screams as Ktonos did his grisly work.

The strange power gone, either defeated or withdrawn, Ktonos leaned back in a chair, looking at the remains of his work. The Male was stretched out, arms tied out to the sides, but upwards towards the ceiling at teh same time. There was a pile of loose skin in the corner, the results of his careful work with a knife. Moreover, there were points along the remains that showed muscle that had been flensed aside, and small holes drilled very carefully directly into the bones. Ktonos had been an artist, making his bloody and viscious artwork. He rang for the servants. Two came into the room reluctantly, not sure if he had need of them for work, or had simply run out of horrors to visit on their companion.
"Dispose of this mess." Ktonos said languidly. The servants stared a moment at the grotesque horror that had been wrought. Ktonos was almost covered in blood, his whole being radiating stolen heat from the gore. He stood, looking around the room with a smile. Now, granted, he knew he hadn't imagined the attack on himself, that he should at least place a cursory report to the matron. One of hte servants touched the binding rope of the hanging victim. The rattling breath, and faint scream from the skinned man made both servants jerk away.
"He's still alive?!?" One demanded, incredulous.
"Dispose of it. I am finished." Ktonos grinned, and walked out of the door.

Desires ran riot through him, and he felt far more at peace and confident now. He made his way to the chambers of hte matron. His sword was on his back, and even without his armour, he felt more than capable of seeing off any direct attempts at his life. He pushed the doors to the Matron's chambers open, not bothering to knock or otherwise announce himself.
"Matron! I have a report for you!" He announced as he began to look around the room to see where she might be. "And your Weapons Master has been subject to attack this night."
 

Elari felt the internal struggles, both from herself and Ktonos. She bit her lower lip as she tried to force more pressure and strength onto her target. Apparently, however, he was doing a better job than she'd wanted despite her Mother having insisted he never dealt with a Psion before. Was it because he'd been against other magic users? Probably. Or was it just pure instinct and the will to live? That was also another likely possibility. Her grip upon her lower lip tightened ever so slightly as she continued trying to enhance her abilities, increasing the power flowing through them with each passing second.

But, unfortunately, she felt the link between them snap, signaling he had indeed broken out of it. Sure enough, Elari wasted no time in lying down and quickly shutting her eyes. But she was nowhere near tired. If anything, she was far from it. And with her room being relatively close to Ktonos', she could easily hear all the ruckus outside. She hadn't meant for anyone else to be outside his door at that moment. But, in it's own way, it was a bit of a blessing. She could stay hidden, even if only for a bit longer. Ktonos had no proof, no way to link this attack back to her. It was a way to ensure she could wake up in the morning rather than deep within the ground where she probably should be by now for making such a bold move.

The imagery of realizing not only what she'd done but where she should be made a shiver trail down Elari's spine. Her eyes closed tightly as, for a few brief seconds, she almost felt as if Ktonos himself were looking right at her sleeping figure. Or ... was it her Mother? It wasn't a pleasant aura, regardless, and it only encouraged her to actually try to fall asleep. The morning was already going to be painful enough as it was. Her Mother would know of the failure and with that, there would be consequences.

With the last thing to pass her lips being a weak whimper, Elari allowed sleep to finally overtake her. Whatever would happen would do so in the morning. For now, the very fact she could continue to live and breathe was enough to satisfy and comfort her, thus allowing the young Drow Psion to pass out.

Alaunvyll didn't need to her mirror to know Elari had failed in her task. The angry sounds of footsteps all but spelled out they belonged to Ktonos. But what sealed the deal for her guess were the last words he barked while entering her room.

"And your Weapons Master has been subject to attack this night."

Alaunvyll clicked her tongue at Ktonos as she waved her right index finger at him, as if scolding a hume child. "I should punish you for so harshly opening my door and storming in like that. Your words, however, have spared you and simultaneously gotten my attention."

He would find the Matron had been lying down, attempting to sleep. She had been seconds away from succeeding too. But the noises throughout the halls had made her wake up in a matter of seconds. Due to what she had been aiming for, however, her robes were ... on and yet not at the same time. The sash was loosely tied, giving him an even easier view of her cleavage. Her right hand raised as she waved her index and middle fingers in a 'go on' type of gesture.

"What exactly do you mean though? Attack? I have been awake and heard no sounds of a struggle or anything. Are you certain you were attacked rather than just having a rare nightmare or something?"
 
Ktonos grinned as he saw her reclined on her bed. He was...less himself than he had been, and far more susceptible to the charms of the Matron. At the same time, he would not be mocked in this. As she almost coyly scolded him, and asked after what he meant, he approached her, still spattered in blood, and his eyes burning with a fierce red light. Oh, there was a riot of emotions on his face. Exulatation, desire, arrogance, anticipation, lust, and a sense of complete ease of his actions.

"My enemies seem to have grown clever. They know that they will never take me in direct action, so they now go about their actions quietly, in the night when they think none might notice. Magicks. Though I confess, of a kind I have not felt. But I know the touch of a mind not my own within me, and I felt it firmly this night." He announced. His eyes picked across the room, taking in the articles about the room, picking out the placement of tools, weapons, and anything else that caught his eyes. His hands didn't itch this time, but he felt his temperature rise further, likely making himself stand out quite a bit to the vision of the Matron. The Matron had a number of things laid out in the room that he might make use of. Some of them she might enjoy, others...she likely would not.

He picked out the serpent headed whip, the many tailed an obvious choice of implement that he could think of some excellent uses for. He also picked out a few other thigns that looked to be spoils, or simply not often used, like the heavy form of what was likely a tentacle rod. He could see a few other pieces here and there, specially made items that would enable the wearer to web a target into place, other one that might strike a person temporarily blind. SO many choices, and so many of the sanctified to Lolth, made for the use by her clergy. To see them used on her clergy in the ways he was thinking would be...interesting to say the least. He was close to her now, a bare three paces from her bedside now, eyes fixing on hers, occasionally stealing a glance lower to the artfully displayed cleavage.
 

Alaunvyll knew, of course, that Ktonos was relaying the truth. But for the time being, the Matron had to play ignorant and pretend she hadn't set this up. As far as she could gather, it was definitely working. Then again, Ktonos didn't have a way to point his fingers at herself or Elari anyway. It'd take a royal screw up on either of their ends for him to have this. Even as he described how the powers felt, it meant nothing. And Alaunvyll knew that both the weapons master and herself understood this fact perfectly well.

"Well .... "

She had been more than ready to ask what Ktonos was about to do in regards to this or even what he wished for her to do. Her crimson eyes quickly narrowed, however, as he began to grab some of her devices.

"You will put those down!" she ordered, getting up to her feet. He may have gone against other priestesses before. But those had been more like weak acolytes. Alaunvyll herself was far more powerful than most, if not all, of the ones he had faced. With her power came a much stronger ability to keep all of her spells held and intact.

As the Matron began to chant, she shifted her tongue from the Drow tongue to the Infernal one. Usually, she used it when performing Gate spells or trying to summon demons and devils. But as it was, this was simply being used because it would take Ktonos longer to register what she was chanting and, hopefully, make it harder for him to know what to expect.

As she worked on completing her Hold Person spell - no doubt one of the weaker ones she knew - Alaunvyll slowly stepped back to give herself distance from Ktonos. It didn't take a damn Mind Flayer for the Matron to begin to guess what was going through his mind. Nope. She wasn't easily becoming a part of his ... activities. As much as she did enjoy the more sensual activities, Alaunvyll also loved them more when they were on her terms and not someone else's.
 
She was chanting, working something out, and switching languages to throw him off. Which, to be fair, was working. The only things easily at hand was the snake whip, adn he knew that such would never work against a priestess of Lolth. That ruled it out completely, and he began to wish he'd grabbed tot eh tentacle rod first. That might have been interesting. Not to mention stimulating for her after a fashion. As it was, he felt the vice of magic clamping down on his mind and body, seizing him up. He was stopped, holding stock still a moment. He quivered a moment, fighting the enchantment with all he had. His conscious mind was drifting away, and the inherent madness of his mind began to take over. Still, he kept it in careful check, knowing that if he let go completely, he'd likely end up in a situation that would only end with one of the two people in this room dead. Not something he was prepared to deal with at this point.

Still, it was with a shout of mental effort that the pushed aside the bindings, and before he could stop himself, his courtblade was half drawn, his feet sweeping out in a wide stance to allow the full use of the long blade. He finally halted himself, knowing that he was only a hair away from leaping forward as he drew. More than one opponent had died from that attack, and the matron might be a mighty mage, but clad in only her robes, there would be little that would protect her from a swing like that. Barely a dozen heartbeats had passed since the spell had taken hold. He let out a shaky breath, keeping himself in check.
"As it seems, your earlier invitation was not what it may have seemed. And I imagine we both have better things to be doing than squandering the strength of teh house on one another." He said, his eyes blazing in a mixture of sexual desire and fervour for battle. But it was kept tightly reined in. He pushed his blade fully home, adn swept away, in a long stride, wanting to be free of the room as quickly as possible.

Ktonos swept into the house like a silent thunderclap. Pervasive, undeniable, but unheard. He had no idea where he might be going, other than somewhere else. The halls seemed deserted, which was hardly surprising given what he'd been disposing of through the servants. When he had first reached the Matron's chambers, he'd been at a state of desire that had demanded a certain amount of attention. Now though, in his state of heightened need he was all but ready to explode. A servant caught sight of him, and darted away, out of his reach this time. His lips peeled back in a silent snarl, until he set his eyes onto the next person within the halls. Nerisei, a great prize from the surface world, one of the elusive fey folk, a Nymph. She had been a stroke of fortune and luck to have been taken by the house, and instantly claimed as a prize of the raid by the Elderboy of the House. But right at this point, all that she was to Ktonos was a target for his pent up aggression one way or the other. He narrowed his burning gaze on her, adn increased his pace, closing on her rapidly. Only seconds now, and he'd be in a position to release all of this pent up fury...
 

Alaunvyll inwardly chuckled. She had assumed he realized her earlier movements. Simultaneously, she had nearly made the mistake of thinking he wouldn't try to take advantage of that, let alone her. A confident smirk crossed her lips as the Matron watched him, knowing perfectly well he was furious not just because of the Psionic attack but being denied her body. She merely nodded and confirmed that he had been correct - sadly enough - about one major portion of his retort. "Indeed, we both do have many things we each need to do."

Now that she could move without any real worry or fear of unwanted attention, she took the whip and put it back down. Now more than ever, Alaunvyll was relieved that Ktonos wasn't actually a vampire. His senses may be as good as one; but in terms of race, he was definitely not that. Otherwise, he would have easily heard her heart wildly beating within her chest. Once the weapons master left, she placed yet another charm upon her door, forbidding anyone from hearing her before finally closing it.

He had made one very nice choice indeed. Her eyes gazed upon the tentacle rod. "Poor bastard likely wouldn't know how to use it to its full potential," she murmured before lying down in the bed with it. No sooner than the activation word passed her lips did the tentacles come to life. Some acted slowly, trailing up along her body while others went right for certain locations. In a matter of seconds, two tentacles easily went into the Matron's willing cunt, making her toss her head back and let out a soft but very content sigh as her magically enhanced item began to ravage her.

The expression she had last seen in Ktonos' eyes hinted one thing to the Matron; he wasn't going to just forget about his desires. No. Some unfortunate woman was likely about to become his victim. She almost pitied whomever that may end up being.

Thankfully, Nerisei was usually able to reside in the Venoch'Xuileb'Brou without being pestered most of the time. There had been some times before where she hadn't been so lucky. One encounter from her original captor had ensured her innocence was stripped away, leaving her to become an easy target for any other man.

But that had been so long ago, she'd nearly forgotten about it. Nerisei had been tending to the halls, seeing if anything needed to be done when a set of desperate and angry footsteps echoed through them. Her bright blue eyes couldn't help but narrow as Ktonos came into view.

"I didn't do anything!"

Her instincts took over as opposed to logic. She probably should have inquired what was wrong or why he looked so infuriated. But at the same time, he didn't look like he was in any mood to explain himself. A small whimper passed her lips before her back gently bumped against a nearby wall.

"Whatever ... whatever happened ... don't kill me. Please."

Ktonos definitely had a very well known reputation throughout the house. Even the slaves - something she now was forced to be - knew of his violent temper. It was one of the main reasons that the members of the house were steadily but surely dwindling. Needless to say, she did not want to be added to that list. Not if it could be helped.
 
With his teeth grit, Ktonos advanced on he nymph. Her protest fell on deaf ears, and she backed to the wall. The request, very reasonable really, very pointed in it's purpose when it came to dealing with him, did register somewhere in the back of his mind. He he got close to her, his hand shot out, gripping her neck, and heaving her a few inches off of hte floor. He stared at her, taking her in, nodding to himself. This would sate him, at least for the moment.
"Your survival is entirely dependant on your attitude." He wanred herbefore bringing his free hand up to gather the dress that she wore, and pull, ripping a long strip out of it to expose her to him.

It was in the hallway, it was public, and Ktonos found that he simply did not care. He pulled her off of the wall and threw her to the floor, stepping after her, his hand going to his belt to unbuckle it. He wanted sound, he wanted action, he wanted to simply[/i] feel[/i] the moment. And he was going to, one way or another.
 

Nerisei's eyes quickly shut as the dark hand wrapped around her throat. She had almost convinced herself these were her last moments and soon, the frantic beating of her heart would cease. But clearly someone, be it Lolth or any of the Nine Claws, allowed for this usually insane Drow to have some sense within him. Because he could have ripped her apart as easily as he did with her dress. But ... he wasn't going to. A shiver trailed down her spine as Ktonos tossed her onto the ground. He was actually going to spare her? Or let that be a possibility? It was a rare gift and even if this meant sinking to the lowest possible levels, the nymph was determined to keep the ability to breathe.

Why me though?

She hadn't pondered on it too much. Now that she began to think back on it, however, Nerisei did recall briefly feeling an odd and almost out of place source of magic. That was definitely one of the many perks of being a druid; she still had the ability to sense magics. Whatever it had been, however, was definitely not of the divine type. It was nothing close. It was almost arcane and yet not.

Wait ... so he really was attacked?

He had all but yelled out his declaration to the Matron so, of course, the nymph had heard. But she hadn't believed it simply because it sounded insane! Only a fool would dare attack someone like him! And yet, it seemed to have happened anyway. She barely got to finish registering that when all was said and done, Nerisei was definitely in the very wrong place at the worst possible moment, her head lifted to see Ktonos stripping.

Her body trembled upon gazing at his figure. She wanted to move, even if only to readjust or prepare herself. But she definitely didn't want Ktonos to think she was about to break into a run. There was definitely a part of her which wanted to. But she'd been lucky enough to beg for her life. Nerisei wasn't going to push her fortune. Raising a pale hand, she moved a few blonde locks away from her face and tucked them behind an ear as she watched the Drow across from her.

If this was really going to happen, hopefully he'd let her ... give him a bit of additional pleasure? Surely he wasn't going to just rush into this, was he? He had the capability of doing so, there was no doubt about that. But the nymph's body was definitely not ready for him, not yet. She wanted to at least be somewhat wet.

Slowly, she crawled in front of Ktonos before moving a pale hand up once more. This time, however, it tentatively wrapped around the now exposed shaft, gently moving up and down. Her mouth opened as she began to lick along the head. Silent prayers raced through her head as she hoped, pleaded to someone - anyone at this point - that she could stay on his better side tonight.
 
Ktonos felt his blood start to heat. As he dropped the last of his clothes to the floor, he was about to very simply make a move on her, ready to simply ravage her for what he not only wanted, but what he was going to need at this point. Else he was likely to drown the halls in blood. He might well do the same thing anyway if this didn't go well. But before he moved in on her, she had crawled towards him. She looked so very demure, submissive, as though she had made her peace with the fact that the only thing she could do to survive this was to focus her all on him. He felt his breath hitch just a moment, just a brief instant, as her hand found his shaft. Truthfully, there was little chance of his indulging in this part of intimacy, it just ran far too much risk of someone getting the bright idea of either trying to rip it off, or bite it off. Either way, the risks were usually very extreme. But in this case, with her, she had clearly decided that she wanted to live. And that would give him his chance.

There was a faint tingle as her tongue began to work along him. This was different. He'd had this done, many times, but this was still different. He had little doubt it had something to do with her being a nymph. The fey folk were so close to the natural world, being bound in ways that no one else coudl truly understand, not the rangers, nor druids. They were steeped in magic and mystery, and had a certain quality of ethereal beauty that seemed universal amongst the races. The Gods alone knew what other powers they might have in a situation like this. That tingle prompted him to rest his hand on her head, and apply a gentle pressure. He'd give her this, this moment of time, and keep himself from acting quite so brutal on her. She did seem willing and eager to please after all. He could be reasonable. For the moment anyway.
 

Nerisei felt her body tremble in disgust and anticipation. This hadn't been the first time she had been coerced to resort to these sorts of things. But there had never been the incentive to keep her life intact either, which added a certain factor of fear onto all she was doing. To the nymph, it meant her actions had to be perfect or as close to them as possible. Admittedly, there had been a few times the temptation to bite crossed her mind. But .. no. Maybe if this were another Drow, Nerisei would have considered it. But she'd already, nonverbally but still, agreed that she did indeed want to live. Between that recollection and the simple fact this was Ktonos, it was all more than enough to convince her to behave. Her eyes briefly closed as Ktonos' hand found the back of her head. She had almost expected him to yank her away but ... he hadn't.

Maybe the prayers had been heard? Or maybe he strongly believed in actions being louder than words? Whatever it was, the fey was relieved all the same that he had let her continue as opposed to slamming her against the wall and ravaging her like there was no tomorrow for her.

Taking advantage of the brief blessing she had definitely been given, Nerisei's mouth opened wider as she began working more and more of Ktonos' shaft into her mouth. Her tongue danced along every inch it could easily reach, gently flicking and caressing the veins she could detect. It was odd and hardly made much sense but maybe it was her body subconsciously acting? Still, there was definitely a more sensual - almost loving - feel that she was giving Ktonos' body. Her head continued to gently bob up and down, her tongue always following suit. A twinge of guilt shot through the young nymph as she felt .. her crotch actually dampening?

Was it simply because he hadn't physically forced her to do this? Yes, he'd threatened. But even then, he never grabbed her and pulled her into a compromising situation. No, she had gone to him first.

Her legs quickly closed together as a small whimper passed through her muffled lips. She wanted to actually touch herself but ... no!

This is already wrong enough as it is! Why?! Why is your body making this all the more worse?!

The acts were becoming more embarrassing and at the same time, equally stimulating for herself - and hopefully - Ktonos. Her pace quickened slightly but never went too fast. Each up and down movement from her head caused her own body to continue to react. Steadily but surely, the fragrance of arousal would be able to be detected as the nymph continued her work on the Weapons Master.
 
The scent was wafting to him, he could pick it out, even in his current state of rapidly rising need. The nnymph was...good at this, very much so, more than he would have thought really. It was increasingly obvious why the Elderboy had taken her as a prisoner. No doubt she had been very...distracting for him for some time.
 
His breath was a deep draw through the nose as he felt her tongue and lips on his shaft, the way she was bending to task admirably. It brought a cool smile to his face. His hand on her head was almost absurdly gentle, not forcing anything, letting things progress. But then there was a faint scent on the air, something that was reaching his senses and setting them a bit more ablaze than normal. Was this another sign of the fey? The alien nature of them? Thoughts. These were not needed at this point. What was needed was action, activity, passion. Fury even. A kind of savagery. Sated hungers. And this woman, this...fey, was going to be the one to help him. But if he was going to find his release, sate thigns, he'd need something mroe from her. His passions and hungers flaring, he gripped her head, adn pulled her down on his shaft, burying himself in her throat for the count of four before letting up enough to let her breathe.

But he wasn't done yet. WHile he may have let her pull back enough to get a breath, he didn't let her withdraw enough to withdraw his shaft from her mouth. Locking both hands behind her head, he started saving her mouth, hammering in repeatedly, stroke after stroke, driving himself higher and higher in his need for more. After nearly a full two minutes of this, he removed his hands, letting her fall where she may.
 

Nerisei felt .. relaxed. At least those had been her initial reactions. As the gentle sensations were replaced with the much more custom ravaging he probably performed upon other women, however, instincts and panic almost immediately began to take over. Her hands shuddered as she forced them to stay by her sides. Usually concepts like 'trust' and 'Ktonos' didn't even begin to mix and match. But that was exactly what she had to do. Besides, if she started to look or act like she was going to go against her own end of the deal ... it would only get worse for Nerisei.

Breathe ... stay calm ....

Her eyes slowly closed as she gasped and panted through her nose, helping her body accept the savage throat fucking easier. Granted, it didn't fully take away all of her uneasiness or anxiety. It was, however, more than enough to avoid freaking out and losing her life.

Tongue and mouth continued to bob up and down, never stopping until Ktonos' dark hands moved away and shoved her aside. A weak whine elicited as her head hit the wall behind her. Her head lifted as she slowly allowed her eyes to fall upon to Drow's. Words, although clearly uncertain ones, began to slowly pass her parted lips.

"... Do ... we proceed here? What .. what now?"

Preferences weren't very likely to be something he would care about. However, to say Nerisei was absolutely horrified of moving without consent was an understatement. It'd taken quite a bit of courage to merely talk. But even with all she could or couldn't do, reading minds fell under the latter. With all that being said and done, she needed to know what was going through Ktonos' depraved logic so she could comply rather than accidentally appear as if she were attempting to go against him.
 
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