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What the Desert Lord Wants (w/ Chaos)

When Celie returned with the wine, Eliana gave her slight grateful nod. She took the chalice carefully from her hand and briefly admired the artistry of the glasswork. It glittered like a jewel in the candlelight of the dining hall. She sipped the ruby red liquid and her palette was met with a strong and complex melding of flavors. The fragrance was heady, and she found herself taking another sip. In her father's halls the favored drink was a harsh and bitter mead, but this was mellow and floral and altogether sumptuous.

"I think this will suffice for now..." she said, sipping her drink slowly. She didn't want it to go to her head too quickly. But she could already feel the warmth of the alcohol soothing her nerves. "What about you? Aren't you going to drink?" she realized she should probably be suspicious of this drink. Her previous beverage had been spiked after all.

After a moment, she gathered her thoughts and decided to find out a little more about this woman. Maybe she could be persuaded to her side.

"So... Celie was it?" she began slowly, clearing her throat. "How long have you been...with his majesty?"

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"Mmmm~"[/b] murmured Nisse as she felt him run his fingers through her silken black hair. From his moans and the movement of his hands, Nisse knew she was pleasing him. Then why should she not? The she-elf had gained years of experience even before coming to the harem and had sharpened her skills to perfection. Many of the other harem girls often came to her for advice and instruction. At his words she drew her head back and looked up at him coyly. Tilting her head to the side, the golden bangles in her pointed ears clinking lightly as she did.

"Indeed?" she said, and licked the bulb of his cock playfully. She stroked his shaft, now slick with her saliva as she spoke. "I thought you kept me around for my lightning wit and... charming personality?"

With that she took him into her mouth again and slowly, deliberately took him all the way in. He slid smoothly over her undulating tongue and deep down into her throat. The outline of his member could be seen ever so faintly, distorting the delicate skin on her neck. She slowly withdrew to take a breath and suckle him gently, before plunging him back inside of her. A few repetitions of this and then she began to bob her head more quickly, coaxing him ever so quickly towards his climax.
 
"I suppose one glass would not hurt." She said daintily, and carefully sat down next to the princess and poured herself half a glass, sipping it slowly as the two sat together. She smiled lightly at the taste, and turned to the princess as she asked the question. "Oh ho, trying to find out my age little one?" She teased lightly, even though the girl practically seemed younger then she was, if by only a little. "Let's just say.... since near the beginning, I shan't tell you more then that my dear young princess." She laughed lightly, smiling as she finished the wine. "You should learn to be comfortable here. My lord wishes you no harm, and this underground kingdom is far too vast for you to find escape without a guide." She gave a small light smile, and then with a small nod she stood up. "Of which of course would not be me. I would never betray my Lord, perish the thought now." She then left the princess with the wine and headed into the kitchen to get her a matching meal.

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She had him moaning on one level or another, and soon it was quite so much that he firmly placed a hand on her shoulder, telling her he desired something else, before pushing her onto a large pillow.
He soon moved after her and she found his hands on her hips, guiding her onto her belly as he plunged into her pussy, pounding into her with his still throbbing cock. He intended to release his load inside of her, as he always did.
The motions were simple and repetitive. A rhythmic beat that never faltered, and would surely have them both cuming. "Oh my dear Nisse, you bring me so much pleasure... but sometimes, you should just be quite..." He said, and pounded her harder, keeping the new pace. "Cept for your lovely moans of course..."
 
"Y-your age? Why, no! I would not be so indelicate. I-I'm only making conversation..."

She blushed a deep crimson. Was she so transparent? As Celie continued to speak, Eliana tried her best to hide her disappointment. It seemed apparent she would not get any help from the elf. She took another sip of her wine and watched the Celei depart. She determined, at that moment, it was time to find answers on her own.

"I'll find someone else to help me, then." she muttered, well out of her companion's hearing.

Despite what she had said about the vastness of the underground kingdom, the princess was not convinced it was impossible to navigate. Besides, not every citizen would be as loyal to the king as this Celie, she was sure she could find someone to help her. There were several exits to the vast dining hall, she decided to make her way towards one. Slowly. Casually. So as not to arouse suspicion. She took a final sip of her wine to steel her nerves and rose slowly from her seat.

(Have some ideas for her next encounter. Would like to hear yours.)

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(Lets start to wrap this sexytime up soon)

As she swallowed his shaft again and again, Nisse prepared herself for the inevitable gush of his pleasure. If he had desired it, she would have gulped down every last bit of his creamy offering. Instead, she felt him press a firm hand on her shoulder. She ceased her efforts, only giving a final parting lick to his pulsing manhood. Collapsing onto the cushions, she keened her buttocks upwards to allow him easy access to her damp pussy. As he filled her once again, she moaned lustily and arched against him.

"As much as I desire to please, you know my silence is impossible," she said, grinning. "But...with you inside me like that...I... may have to oblige... Ah~"

As he pounded into her, Nisse fell to groaning loudly. She clenched to cushions in front of her and began to feel her pleasure reaching a crescendo once again. She whimpered and begged for more.

"More...more....yes...please!" she gasped, in rhythm with his thrusts.
 
Just as she was standing up Celie had came back with a plate of food. "Going somewhere princess? You have not eaten yet. Sit down, enjoy yourself a meal. Surely you must be starving. It is a bad idea to try to escape on an empty stomach." She said sweetly, and placed the plate of food next to the red wine. A gentle hand on the shoulder urged her to sit back down. "Eat up, my Lord will want to see you again soon I am sure."

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He pushed her into her next orgasm and came inside her soon after. He stepped back, and tucked himself away, sweat rolling down his shoulder and back. "I feel better now. Thank you Nisse." He said and leaned down to kiss her before looking around. He was sexually satisfied for now. Perhaps it would be a good time to find the princess and Celie and see how they were doing. He would have to make sure everything was going right. He would try to bed her again in a few hours. She would probably deny him again, it would probably take many weeks. But he was an elf, he knew patience. He would outlast her feeble human mind.
 
"Escape?" the princess responded, her voice a little too shrill to sound completely innocent. "Why would I do that? I agreed to stay, did I not? I only rose to...to..."

She looked around quickly, trying to think of an excuse. Of course Celie would be watching her to make sure she didn't run away. Eliana scolded herself for being too quick. Perhaps the casual atmosphere of the dining hall had made her too comfortable. Even now as she looked around, she could see guards in the doorways. Sneaking off on her own would be much more complicated and would have to wait till much later. Finally, her eyes settled on a nearby tapestry.

"I was merely admiring this tapestry. I wanted to get a closer look at the...the... detail..." As she spoke, a blush rose in her face. The tapestry was indeed gorgeous, but even from here she could see that it depicted nude couples strewn about a flower garden. "Its very...interesting..." she stammered.

Abruptly, she sat down, her cheeks still glowing, unwilling to embarrass herself further. She focused intently on her food, not speaking for a while.

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Nisse quaked and groaned under her climax, collapsing in satisfaction after she felt him release inside of her. She rolled over and grinned up at her lord.

"The pleasure was all mine," she cooed.

With that, she stretched and rose slowly to her feet. Her long black hair, now quite tousled, flowing behind her. As she strode away from the desert lord, she cast her gaze over her shoulder at him.

"My lord will get what he desires, he always does, but please do not forget we are at your service in the meantime..."

With that, she retreated to her lounge. There was nothing like a puff from her hookah after a good fucking.
 
Celie giggled lightly. "Of cooourse..." She said mockingly. "The tapestry. With naked people having a picnic in a garden. That is what the blushing virgin princess was interested in." She just smiled, uncaring if she teased too much, and ate from a small bowl of fruits, keeping an eye on the princess. "You are such a funny little thing princess." She said looking up at her while placing a small piece of fruit in her mouth. "The lord will love you when he gets to know you."

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"I will never forget about my lovely girls." He said, passing by the trembling elf from early who know had the cat girl half asleep on top of her, and he stroked her chin gently, before turning back and heading out, kissing any of the ones who usually serviced him that wanted it. "I shall go check on my new quarry. Enjoy yourselves girls."

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He stepped into the dining hall to find Celie and the princess eating, Celie almost done with her bowl of fruit. "Ah Celie, there you are." As he walked in nobody moved to stand, anyone who looked up gave a smile, and a nod or a wave to the lord, and he returned in kind. No one bowed their head, no one rose to bow or shout greeting. It was all a casual thing. He had a far more casual relationship with his people then she was probably used to seeing.
He walked up, and Celie stood to exchange kisses on each cheek with him. "My lovely little Celie."
"My lord..."
"How is the princess?"
"Entertaining thoughts of escape no matter how foolish, but hardly an attempt has been made." Celie said, looking down towards the princess with a kind smile.
He laughed lightly. "I would expect no less." He said, and nodded. "Well," He said as he sat down. "I think we shall wait for the princess to finish eating, before I take over. You're welcome to stick around Celie, unless you have things to attend to."
"Alas my lord, but I do. It will soon be story time for the children, and it is my turn today." She bowed her head slightly, and made her leave, leaving the princess alone with the lord.
He sat a little more then a foot away from her, and he turned to focus all his attention on her. "I hope I am not making you nervous Eliana.... You are one of my people now, as if you always have been. I desire no ill will against you, even if you attempt to escape a thousand times, even if my feelings may be hurt. I merely desire your company. You are such a lovely lady, and I hope, so much more as well."
 
The blood rushed even more hotly to her cheeks as Celie teased. As embarrassed as she was at her transparent lie, she was even more shamed she had tried to sneak away so quickly. She should have known better. A carefully laid plan was needed, and until she managed to concoct the perfect one, she needed to play nice. As she looked at the smiling elfen girl, she realized that might be difficult.

"Begging your pardon, but I have no interest in his love," she replied, more sourly than she intended. It pricked her pride to be mocked so, and it was difficult to hide.

Play nice.

"The wine is good." she said determinedly, and took a much larger gulp than her princess manners should have allowed.

At that precise moment, he walked in.

She choked.

While Celie and the King spoke, she coughed and gasped and generally attempted regain some composure. A couple more frantic gulps of the ruby liquid and she had managed to calm her nerves and clear her airways. By the time he had turned to face her, she had managed to produce some measure of coolness. She might be a blushing virgin, as Celie had said, but this wasn't her first time in the presence of a suitor. Though, the circumstances were slightly...unique.

"Nervous? Not at all, my lord." She sounded quite convincing, save for the grape she attempted to pluck from her bowl with shaky fingers, went plummeting to the stone floor instead. She ignored it and took another sip of her drink.

Polite formality. That is all she would give him, she determined. And she would push as far out of her mind that he had seen her...anyway.

"You flatter me with your hospitality and praise," she said sweetly. "I should not like very much to...hurt your feelings."

That last one did not come out with as much sincerity as she would have liked.
 
"There is no need to lie to me. I have no desire to lie to you. You do not want to be here. You want to leave. Honestly, I would be surprised if you were happy to be here. Many of my girls did not choose to come into my service, it will take time to win you over. However time is something I plentifully have. And so do you of course." He sat for a moment, until one of his servants brought over a meal for him. A slab of meat surrounded by fruits and vegetables.
"Please princess, tell me about yourself. I wish to hear about you. I wish to get to know who you are, your likes and dislikes. Your tastes in food and music. What you enjoy doing to pass the time. Please, indulge me while I eat. I am quite famished from... prior activities... that I partook in not too long ago." He said, trying to be delicate around the young virgin. He then took up a fork and knife, and began to cut into the meat, dipping it in sauce, eating some of the vegetables, and ate his meal as he hoped to listen to her speak of herself.
 
To say the princess was confused, would be an understatement. Maybe it was the wine, but Eliana was having a hard time getting a grasp on this elf. He was holding her against her will in a foreign land and claimed he knew her cowed politeness was an act. Yet, now he wanted to make small talk? She gave him an incredulous look.

"My lord, you do not want my honesty," she spoke, bluntly, dropping her cheery facade. "You made that clear in the room before, when I voiced my....discontent."

The girl would not be lured into discussing herself in depth quite so easily. The wine had soothed her spirits a little, but her current situation was never far from her mind. How much she was going to "indulge" the king, was undecided.

"I'm sure you know all there is to know about me," she spoke finally, "I am the daughter of the Kingdom in mountainous North, I eat precious stones for breakfast, wrestle bears at noon, and climb the peaks to sup on the snow caps at evening." She said snarkily, drawing from the stereotypes she had heard about her people when traveling in Theussa. While rich in minerals and civility, her country was often regarded as cold and hard due to its mountain locked seclusion.
 
He finished his meal, trying to hide his amusement at her words, and turned to her with interest. "You say you wrestle bears? Wow, you must be a strong princess indeed. Do you do this every day or only during the work days of the week? That must be such a site to see. Ah yes, I can picture it now... Would you like me to have my men capture a bear so that you may still enjoy such an exciting activity?" It seemed to be quite clear that he was teasing her back, but in a friendly light hearted way. He smiled, and gave a small light laugh, before standing up. "Princess, it would do you well to know that I never make assumptions about neighboring kingdoms based on silly tales. I rely on facts when I look to conquer. If you wish to remain silent, then that is fine. But come now, let us go for a walk, there is much I wish to show you, such as the many gardens of my kingdom." He said, and waited for her to join him as he moved to set out of the dining hall.
 
She sighed. He seemed to be good natured. At least, her sarcastic answer hadn't made him angry. The same man who had put her on display so lewdly before was trying to be pleasant. He was a mercurial one, most definitely.

"No point in capturing a bear, your majesty. It just wouldn't be the same. They do not flourish in captivity, you know."

She cast him a sidelong glance, wondering if he got the point.

"Its refreshing to hear of one so unbiased," she said, words dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure my people can look forward to a fair and educated ruler."

It was very hard not to laugh out loud at that last statement. The wine made it nearly impossible. But she managed. The idea of this sandy haired lord of the desert tackling the mountains of her kingdom in order to conquer it, seemed hilariously preposterous. They were a small kingdom, but tactically almost impossible to invade. At least by conventional means. Or at least that's what everyone said; the specifics were very hard to recall at the moment.

At his beckoning, she rose slowly. She was far from drunk, but the wine here was much stronger than the mead she drank at home. Wine was a luxury in her kingdom and even in noble company it was often diluted.

"My lord, if it is one thing I will not do is keep silent. That seems to be impossible. But yes, I would love to see the rest of your palace."

Getting a better idea of her surroundings was actually what she had wanted to do before, anyway. All the better to plan her escape, right?
 
"Alright then come this way, I will show you all the wonders this underground city has to offer, as well as show you just how hard it will be to escape from here. And even if you do my dear princess, have you considered the fact that you don't know where my kingdom lies? When you get to the surface you will not only have no idea what direction to go, but you will be in the worst of heats, you would die from heatstroke within hours. There are no villages above for a countless stretch, not even a ruin of one to be found." He shook his head. "It is a fool's idea to try and leave here without a proper escort. You will not do it alone." His words were not full of malice or scorn, but honest concern. He did not wish to see her die, she was far too precious, and not just for his plans.

While they walked on, a commotion could be heard. A woman shouting demands, and some of his guards trying to stop her. His interest was peaked, he did not recognize the voice, and his people never did such things, they all lived peaceful lives down here. He made his way toward the commotion, to see what was going on.
 
The princess listened to his advice mutely. She had not considered the perils of the desert, though finding a map of some sort had been a chief priority in her mind. No, fleeing this palace would be the most dangerous thing she had ever done in her life, but she could not be dissuaded so easily. One set of words did resonate with her, however, "You will not do it alone" She would have to make allies. As loyal as his compatriots and servants might be, there surely must be one who desired to leave. If no one else, her own guards and handmaiden would serve well as travel companions. Of course, finding a way to free them from this den of lust might prove difficult.

"Of course, my lord." she managed, finally. "I would never dream of trying to cross the desert alone."

No sooner than she had spoke, she heard the loud clatter of plates and the murmur of voices. She turned to the Lord, alarmed, but he was already walking towards the commotion. It occurred to her that she might wander away while he was distracted, but she knew now a quick escape was impossible. This was going to take time and planning. Deliberately, and against her own desire, she turned to follow closely behind him.

They turned the corner to a small alcove, like the rest it was sumptuously decorated with gold and silk curtains and tapestries. But this room currently lacked the serenity of the harem. As she entered, her foot splashed in a cold liquid. A river of violet wine was pooling on the floor from a goblet that appeared to have been hurled violently across the room. There were other signs of upset in the room - a torn curtain, a plate of fruit flung wastefully into the dust. In the center of the room, the source of the commotion could be clearly seen.

"I don't care WHAT he is doing," a booming female voice demanded, "I demand to see him this INSTANT."

A figure clad in gauzy white and gold was the source of the voice. Her back was to them and Elaina could see the copper gleam of the woman's skin through the low scooped back of her garments. A gold circlet glittered on top of her head as she spoke and jeweled ornaments clicked lightly in her richly plaited long black hair as she jerked her head towards the others in the room. She was addressing a cowering servant and a couple of guards who clutched their spears uncertainly. She stood tall and commanding, eyeing each person in the room with confidence and authority. Eliana recognized her stature immediately as one of royalty - though she knew not of what land. It was the sort of presence she had hoped to one day emulate, though perhaps with a bit more decorum than to toss about dinnerware.

Suddenly, a young girl darted out of the room and she was in such a hurry she ran right into the broad chest of the Desert Lord.

"My Lord!" she said, her face flush with embarrassment. "I know you didn't want to be disturbed, but I was just coming to...to..." Her eyes were wide with concern and she gave a nervous glance over her shoulder.
 
The Desert Lord kept his cool the whole time, watching the warrior princess throw a fit. He was worried this would happen. He had only recently received word that her father would pay NO bounty for his own daughter, and said she could rot in his worst dungeon for all he cared. The thought of it had perplexed and frustrated him, and made him sad. He had already decided though, to make her one of his top body guards and companions, if she was strong enough, and perhaps even more. There was no law that he could only have one queen, but the girl from the mountains was his top priority.
Calmly, he placed his hands on the servant's shoulder, and smiled down at her. "Leave the room, you can come back and clean the mess later when things have calmed down. I will take over from here." He said, and gently ushered her away. He motioned for the guards to get behind him and guard the door from outside the room, and stepped forward. "Princess, beautiful princess of the desert sands, be calm. I am here to talk to you know." He took a deep breath, and let out a long sigh. "I fear I have bad news. Your father will pay no bounty for you. You may see the letter for yourself later if you wish, when I am done with Eliana here..." He said, motioning to the small princess behind him. "We were going to go see the gardens if you wish to join us. They are really quite lovely." He said, smiling pleasantly.
"Unfortunately though, I can not simply let you go back to your kingdom, how would it look after I asked for a ransom? I would look weak and greedy, both of which I am neither. You may stay here with me, free to do as you wish, but I can not allow you to go back to your own kingdom, that is the one thing I can not allow." He said, and outstretched his hand to her. "You father cares little for you, but I see great potential in you, will you study by my side and become one of my best?" He said, offering a palm of peace, but he did not expect her to take it. He was quite sure she would be that wild stallion bucking and wild, in need of strong taming. He would enjoy that, he had to admit.
 
The servant girl nodded and bowed nervously and scurried out of the room. The poor thing seemed thoroughly shaken. Eliana couldn't pause to feel sorry for the girl before she heard again the voice of the woman.

"My Lord!" The woman cried as soon as she heard his voice. Swiftly, the woman turned towards the pair, the gauzy fabric whirling around her like a cloud.
Her eyes, decorated with thick black paint, narrowed at them sharply. With a conscious effort she seemed to gather the tempest within her. Her face softened and a vague smile formed on her red lips. She folded her hands demurely in front of her, making her no less intimidating for her stature. "I had only just been inquiring about you."

"I fear I have bad news..."

As the Desert Lord spoke, the woman's smile faded. Her face hardened and her lips pursed with disapproval. The offer of the garden walk seemed not to assuage her in the slightest.

"I'm afraid I must decline your offer. I have no desire to see your gardens with your latest...prize."

The woman gave Eliana a piercingly cold glare, like she was some of the filth on the floor. It sent a shudder down the mountain princess' back. She came to the conclusion she did not like this woman.

When he offered it, the woman looked at The Desert Lord's hand as if in consideration, but kept her own folded tightly in front of her. "There must be some mistake." She finally said. "Of all his children. Of all the seventeen sons and daughters of the SunKing, I have served him most faithfully! I've conquered lands for father! Slain his enemies..." She shook her head and backed away from the King, a look of contempt twisting her angular features now. "Send another messenger! He must not believe you! Send a lock of hair, my signet ring, one of my fingers if you must! He would not betray me!"

As she spoke, the woman touched a carved crest on the gold collar that decorated her neck and shoulder. It was the symbol of a blue bird of prey with two human heads. Dimly, Eliana recalled the symbol from a land on the edge of the desert, situated impossibly far from her little kingdom. She had never been a studious pupil, but she recalled drawings of grand architecture on a fertile river delta, populated by men and women with painted faces. The sprawling land was ruled by a warlord, hungry for territory and fame and revered like a god. Among his many children, he named no heir and instead made them scramble and kill each other for his favor. Though fascinated, she had always viewed the tales of said country with a certain amount of skepticism, but seeing the fierce looking woman in front of her, she no longer doubted.

"You... you are from Avari, right?" Eliana spoke, unable to contain her curiosity, despite the tense situation.

The woman blinked, at first seeming annoyed by the interruption, then smiling slowly. It was not a nice smile and it reminded Eliana of a snake.

"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that even a backwards mountain sparrow knows of my land. Yes, I am Thema, daughter of Avarine, eighth child of the King, and conqueror of all the lands East of the lower river. You may bow if you wish."

Eliana did not wish to bow.
 
The Desert Lord kept his calm, gently staring down the princess as she threw a fit. She seemed very unhappy, to put it mildly, that her father would not have her returned. This situation may be harder to handle then he at first thought, but it would still not be a large issue for him.
He was about to speak in response to her rantings when Eliana spoke up, much to his surprise, although he did not show it.
Thema's words annoyed him, and he shook his head. "She will Not bow down to you Thema. And I will not cut off your finger. Do not be absurd. You must face the fact that you no longer belong to your father's people. You belong to me now. He has failed to meet my ransom request, and I do Not bend on my requests. I can not show weakness, especially not to such a ruthless man such as your father. You know this." He said, and moved towards her, his hands up in a welcoming gesture, but if she went on the offensive he would be quick to put her in her place. "Besides, I'd much rather keep such a lovely woman at my side, then send her back to a cruel kingdom such as your fathers. You will learn to like it here." He said in a warm friendly voice. It was true though, he had little intention of letting her go, he knew her father would never negotiate regardless.
 
"Of course I will not bow!" Eliana said indignantly. "Are we not equals here?"

If anything, Eliana thought irritably, she outranked the other princess - at least when applying traditional rules of succession. She was the eldest in her family while this woman had seven possible successors before her. As intimidated as she was by this statuesque woman, Eliana could not imagine bowing before her. Not willingly, anyway.

"Equals?" the woman sneered. "You are even more foolish than you look. Perhaps one day I would educate you on the matter, but today I have no time to argue with imbeciles."

The so called daughter of Avarine had not truly expected the girl to bow to her, but she felt she had made her point. She watched as the young princess's face turned red with rage and eventually fell speechless. All of them, every one in this room was beneath her. She had hoped once to see the Desert Lord as a match - she had heard long ago of his growing power and his cunning. When she had lead her army treacherously close to his territory, she had actually hoped to meet him in battle. But instead the Lord and his company had set upon her troops in the middle of the night! Not that she abhorred the tactic - as it was quite sound - but there had hardly been a skirmish. He had used some sort of sorcery or poison to subdue and capture her men before the alarm could be raised. She simply could not respect a man of such cowardice that he would not fight. She turned her attention back to the Desert Lord, her face a dark scowl.

"I belong to NO ONE!" she bellowed, her voice echoing in the small room. "Least of all a you, Oh Desert Coward. I do not need your pity."

Thema struck away his hand offered in friendship. From across the room, Eliana audibly gasped. With movements like silk she slid away from the approaching Desert Lord, the fabric of her tunics rustling in the breeze of her movement. In two steps she was standing a top a table looking down on them all. Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the room. As upset as she had been by her Father's utter lack of concern, it wasn't all that surprising. She imagined how weak she must seem to him, to be captured and ransomed like a child. As it was, she saw only two courses of action remaining for herself, escape or die trying.

((Next post she's probably either going to get a weapon of some kind and start trying to fight her way out of the room))
 
The Desert Lord had been trying to keep his calm, but Thema was starting to push his buttons, and a vein twitched in protest against his calm face. He would not start for these childish antics from a grown woman.
He looked at his hand as she struck it, and watched as she lept up on the table. He was bewildered by her behavior, and his hands started to clench into fits, but he took a breath and released the tension.
He took one look towards Eliana, before turning his full attention to Thema, moving towards her once more at a slow pace. "You have no choice in this matter. You invaded my land looking for war, and you are now my prisoner. You and only you brought this on yourself. You DO belong to me, and if you wish your stay to be a pleasant one you will step down from there this instance or I will show you exactly why I remain in power."
 
"Why you're still in power? Why, I'd almost like to see that," Thema said with a sneer. She wasn't stupid, she could see from where she was standing that he was a strong man. And if the whole palace stood between herself and escape, well, she already knew she was doomed. At least she could make a epic end to things.

As the woman glowered over them from atop the table, Eliana looked on in shock. It was not as if she didn't understand the woman's feelings, she was a captive herself. Still, did she plan to take the entire palace head on? The shear tunic she was wearing left little to the imagination; it revealed not only her taught muscles and supple curves, but the fact that she was clearly unarmed. Eliana recalled with a shudder how her very vocal defiance had been rewarded and that paled in comparison to this display. After a moment, Eliana found herself trying to calm the woman as well. A foolish move, considering how little respect Thema had already shown to her.

"Listen I don't like this anymore than you do, but this is ridiculous..." she stammered, sounding less sure of herself than she had hoped. "Perhaps you should get down..."

Thema scoffed. That chirping foreign girl was getting on her nerves. Why was she even here? Was she to be ransomed as well? Or was she another sort of acquisition? Suddenly, a plan started formulating in the woman's mind. If this other princess was valuable, perhaps she could use this to her advantage.

"As you say, little sparrow," she said with an unsettling sweetness. Then swiftly and calmly, she stepped backwards on the small table as if to jump off. The table, meant for holding pitchers wine and not angry princesses, teetered under shift of her weight. As she dismounted, it flipped abruptly on its side and she grasped it by the edge and shoved it with all her might towards the Desert Lord. While he grappled or dodged that she dove towards Eliana.
 
He watched her move, his muscles tensing, he recognized the tone in her voice. She was planning on attack and her eyes laid on Eliana. He could not have her damaged, this desert princess was becoming a nuisance. He would have to teach her a lesson.
As the table came flying towards him he dashed out of the way, placing himself between the two princesses as Thema rushed forward. He grabbed her by the arm in one hand and by the throat in the other, catching her off guard as he lifted her off her feet and then dropped her to the ground. He planted his knee on her stomach as he grabbed her by both wrists, placing them both in one of his hands and pinned them above her head, as the other hand pressed down on her throat. "You have tried my patience, and failed. Now you will be a taught a lesson in respect, one I am sure you will not forget, now cease your fighting and admit defeat."


(I can change this if you want a bit more of a fight between them. Otherwise I'm eager to do something smutty.)
 
Everything unfolded so quickly, Eliana barely had time to be frightened. She gasped in shock when the other woman was thrown to the ground. The mountain princess was not a fighter. Perhaps if she had been, she would have seen the signs of aggression and been prepared to react. A few more inches and Thema would have had her by the throat. But the body of the Desert Lord had slid swiftly and between them and brought her down before she could blink. For a moment she could only stare aghast.

"What...? Why did you...?" she stammered, backing away.

The Desert Lord's reflexes were much faster than Thema had guessed. From the feel of his knee on her chest, she could tell he was still holding back. If he had come down on her hard, he could have cracked a rib or knocked the wind out of her. She hadn't been intercepted and pinned so quickly since she had been a gangly young girl training desperately to best her older brothers. It was a little shocking. A pleasant surprise actually. Perhaps the King that had routed her whole company was a worthy adversary after all. Not that she had the slightest intention of yielding to him either way.

"There is no lesson from you that I care to learn!"

With that, she yanked firmly with both her arms and twisted to the side with her lower body. It pitched him forward and unbalanced him just enough that she was able to free her arms. She grasped him by the crook of his arm and pushed of the ground with her legs and rolled violently. This all happened so rapidly so that unless he had been anticipating this, it would be very hard to counter. Thema was larger than many woman, but she was used to fighting much larger men. She knew how to use an opponents strength against them. If not for the threat of the guards, she might have tried to pin the King, but she was no match for spears and swords on her own. She leaped to her feet and made for the exit.
 
The Desert Lord was an excellent fighter, one of the best around and he had to be in order to run his kingdom. Any time he discovered a fighting style ore technique that he had yet to perfect he would have the expert teach him, he refused to let any knowledge slip from his grasp. Because of this he was sure enough of himself to assume he had a solid pin on the princess, not out of arrogance but of knowing of one's own skill. So when the princess twisted and managed to toss him off her, his eyes went wide in shock, for just a moment, before he rolled to right himself to his feet, and dashed to intercept her. The two guard stood with their polearms, blocking the exit, but with her skill she could probably slip past them. He himself had taken her out on the desert sands and brought her in, wanting to ensure a proper capture, so he himself would be the one to take her down now.

A swing of his leg and he knocked her feet out from under her causing her to start to fall face first. He was sure she could easily catch herself so he threw himself over her, grasping at her arms to pin them behind her back and push her to the ground.
He was curious to her combat skills, very few people could out grapple him, typically it was only people physically strong and taller then him.
 
Thema knew she was in a desperate situation. She had a few tricks up her sleeve, but a drawn out match with a man of the Desert Lord's caliber wouldn't last long. Her original tactic of obtaining a hostage had failed and now the King stood between herself and her potential victim.

The two guards stood vigilant before her, it was clear they meant to let their master handle this, but they were ready should things get out of hand. The glint of metal in one of their belts caught her eye. A dagger. That might give her an edge, so to speak. At least she could kill a few of her enemies before she was done in herself, she thought.

Before she could sprint for him, she felt her feet swept out from under her. With an outraged cry, she hit the floor but was recovering in less than a second. She felt one arm caught behind her back, but she wrested the other one free. Flipping herself around, she lashed out, clawing at his face with her free arm. If he wasn't careful, she would blind him. Her brothers had called her the viper with good reason. Still struggling, she hoped a swift kick to his groin or stomach would wrest her from his grasp.
 
He reeled back as she clawed his face, just barely grazing it, enough to draw blood but not enough to leave a scar. Anger started to form, but he quenched it immediately, keeping his calm, unaware of the poison now in his blood. He moved to the side just as she kicked at him, narrowly dodging her foot before he quickly grabbed her wrists again. He then lifted her for just a moment, before slamming her back down, both hands on her wrists as he put his full weight on her back as he came down onto her.
He then called to his guards for cuffs. He placed her wrists in them, and then dragged her to her feet before pressing her hard against the wall. "You will learn obedience. You are mine now. You had your chance at a pleasant life here, and you threw that chance away." He then tossed her, hands cuffed behind her back, to the guards. "Take her to a lesson room, bind her wrists to the ceiling. I shall have one of my girls teach her some lessons until I am ready for her." He said, and kept an eye on Thema until the guards went around the corner, dragging her if she refused to walk.

He collected his calm, before turning back to Eliana. "I am sorry for that." He said to her, apology in his face. "There is another kingdom near here, and their king desires nothing but war. Perhaps I will have to bring it to him soon, but I hope that is not the case. I wish for no bloodshed if I can help it, but war may soon be on the horizon." He sighed, and then looked out the doorway thoughtfully. "Well now, shall we head over to the garden? Now that that little distraction is over?" He said, and out stretched a hand towards the doorway.
 
Clawing at his face had not been tactically the best move, but it was spite that drove her now. She wanted to leave a mark on him, and ultimately, on his kingdom. As it was, he easily recaptured her hands and before she could find a way to free herself, she found herself slammed brutally to the ground. It wasn't enough to do real damage, but her head did knock the hard stone floor. Briefly, her vision when black and she winced as she felt herself lifted to her feet. Still dazed, she offered little resistance as she was handed off to the guards. She lifted her head only to glare at the Desert Lord and saw the drop of blood trickling down his face where she had scratched him. It certainly wouldn't scar, but the wound would never have the opportunity to heal. Victory was hers, she thought. Instead of any parting words she just laughed and tossed her head back, walking to her new prison with all the dignity of an escort to the throne room.

Eliana had watched the fight in mute shock. She'd never seen a scuffle quite like it and was equal parts frightened and fascinated. A confusing emotional combination she was becoming accustomed to around her. Truthfully, she wasn't sure who she was hoping would win. On the one hand, the princess had attacked her, on the other hand the Desert King had kidnapped her. The fight was over before she could think much about it though and Thema was being handed off to the guards. When the King spoke to her, she jumped a little.

"Oh... yes... I've heard of the King of Avari. Years ago, he intimidated several tribes and overthrew the previous king. He's supposed to be quite ruthless..."

She hesitated as he offered once again to take her to the garden. There were quite a few questions she wanted to ask. What was the lesson room? What was going to happen to Thema? She wasn't quite sure she wanted to know the answer. He had demonstrated exquisite restraint against the enraged princess, but also unquestionable power. Admittedly, some of it had been her defense and she was torn between fear and admiration. She glanced at his face. There was a faint sheen of perspiration, but no cruelty seemed to be in it. Then her eyes fell on the streak of red on his face.

"Oh... yo-you're bleeding!"
 
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