Dragon Lord Gets His Wish (CLOSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

[vampire07]

The days were long as the life within the Temple was normal after the disbanding of the Bandits. Most of the women who were rescued left to return to what was left of their homes. Only one woman stayed behind as she got the worse beating from the bandits. Lillian stood at the stone steps watching the men working with their Drakes but she couldn't remember anything of that day.

Lillian was dressed in a simple Priestess robe, since a Priestess came to nurse the wounded and to give the naked women clothes. Her once long brown hair was cut shorter, from the small of her back to just about her shoulder blades. Bandages covered her neck as she had a split lip, black eyes and a broken arm. In silence she stood there trying to force herself to remember what happened and no one would escort her home or allow her to go off by herself. By now her head was throbbing so she turned to venture inside. Her left arm was in a sling that was wrapped tightly between two slabs of wood. Lord! She needed this pain to go away!

The Temple of the Dragon Lord was ornate with red and gold colors. Lillian remembered looking forward on coming here when it came to selling off her extra produce. Was she coming here when everything went dark? Shaking her head as she bumped into a solid figure making her cry out softly in pain, her hand reached out grabbing solid leather light armor. Looking up to see it was the Dragon Lord himself she ran into. Blushing under the bruising that covered her cheek. "Oh! My Lord, I'm sorry I wasn't looking where I was looking." Her hand went to her robe knowing her hour glass figure was hidden well under this robe. Lillian was well endowed with full breasts, tiny waist with the flare of her hips. As her mother would say she was perfect to give any man a horde of children with very little effort.

 

[Loren Lannister]

RE: Dragon Lord Gets His Wish (Loren Lannister and I)

The Dragon-Lord of Nicaene. The Rider of Ahazueneakea, other wise known as "The Indomitable," In the tongues of these mortals. He was one of the "Lords," These people give tribute to, either through rejoicing, or so that he may spare their cities from a sacking, and that he may not sow his seed into the wombs of their women.

One of the settlements he gone through, was the small town of Acneaer. A large, profitable town, through intrigue, it was prevented from becoming a city; yet it stood large and walled, with their own ports connecting to the Trade City of Nahazzoar. The Dragon Lord remembered the town fondly; as he was first birthed into the world through the woven magics near this town in a village, and he first arrived in this town a full pledged Dragon Lord. Enough was their awe and respect to him, that they built him a grand temple, even grander than their deities.

However; as he went west to further train riding his dragon, and taking in adventurers and wars, the people's ages dropped, and new generations came. He aged but a year, and they aged a thousand.7 As it was his surprise that when he came flying back, he saw the poor creatures, desperate for survival; as highwaymen and raiders grew strong. They took their crops, harassed their caravans, and raped their daughters. He could not let such happen.

And so; there he was, with his Drake-Knights, attacking the Stronghold of the Bandits. He slain their leader as the burning black fire that consumed his fortress grew. The women taken were once again taken by his Drake Knights, back to the town, while he cleansed the lands of furthers raiders.

However; now he was flying back to his city. Riding on top of his great Dragon. The Dragon was quite young; not yet at his prime. Yet it was quite colossal in size. They called it The Indomitable, for it's sheer size. It's leathery, black wings covered entire villages, and the scales on his hide was as black as midnight, paired only by the crimson spines that seemed to glow like rubies. Embers like volcano surrounded the beast's eyes, and it's flame was said to be as dark as the night itself, while burning fierce enough to smelt walls and rocks.

The beast soared across the town, circling and roaring, accompanies only by the large claps of the awed people below. The roars caused the people on the Center of the Plaza to spread, allowing his mighty beast to land on the center, where awes were gathered around the magnificent beast. The beast stood silent and only gave growls. He dismounted the beast, and the townsfolk clapped again, saying different tongues of praises and awe around the man.

He man had exotic features, and he was very beautiful. Inhumanely so. He stood tall and powerfully built; with broad, and solid shoulders, a strong, hard chest, and a child's flat stomach, lined only by the traces of muscles that shaped his abdominal flesh. Muscled like a maiden's fantasy, with strong, muscular arms and legs. His features was no less comely, with a strong, and prominent jaw. Clean shaven from any hints of hair, to his high cheekbones, and his straight, aquiline nose. His eyes were-doe-shaped, and deep indigo in hue, accentuated only by the feminine, arched lashes. The crown on his heart shaped face was covered with his rich, silvery-gold hair. He wore his silver hair long, letting it cascade into his shoulders in slight curls and ringlets, letting it appear as if a golden and silver fall of water.

However; he was still armed and armored. The armor he boasted of was unlike any other. As if one like a king. He wore full plate, forged delicately and adorned with the red emblems and embossed by the imagery of dragons, wrapping and twirling around his plate. The dragons were as if angered, wrapped and overlapping each other in the plate. His plate proper was as black as the scales of his dragon were, marred only by the rubies of dragons that covered it. Golden chainmail and hard, boiled leather covered the joints and the under of his body, to provide much more protection.

A great, heavy crimson cloak fell behind him, latched into his collar by two, onyx dragon head, the golden buttons that held the cloak on the mouths of the dragon. A black sheathe was strapped into the leather belt of his armor. The handle was plain, and ebony, while the pommel appeared shaped in a dragon's head. The cross guard were two, straight golden bars, with a ruby below, and while the remains of the sword cannot be seen, it seemed to hum and vibrate, indicating some power. To top it off, he wore a simple circlet binding his hair. A circle of pitch black, with square cut rubies.


"My Lord, Trystynne." the Town's Overseer spoke, the plump man wearing the colors of his temple. The town overseer bowed his head, and spoke. "Your subject awaits; we have brought the gifts to your Trusted Drake Knights. My lord, the High Archon wishes to—" He silenced the man with a raise of his hand, who wisely bowed his head down. "Bring me to my temple; I wish to rest. My journey had wars and battle; Overseer." The man nodded solidly, and the crowd parted as the spear men pushed them around, he walked nonchalantly on the parted way, towards the rich, crimson and gold temple, with the masonry of a gold dragon on the roof.


As he neared, his priestess, young, virile women wearing only their orange and red robes that exposed their toned bellies and accentuated their plump breasts, and the black, iron choker on their necks, with a single ruby on the middle, to symbolize them as Slaves to him, his bedwarmers, his clerics, and his servants. They raised their hand and sang a long, and merry tune. "He comes!" They spoke. His knights made for the gates of his temple, standing in an arc as he approached by foot.

The knights, he welcomed by letting them kiss his hand, and giving them a pat on their backs. While the priestesses that quickly followed he greeted another way. The younger ones, no less than thirteen, he gave an innocent kiss on the lips, while the older ones, nearing their twentieth year, he kissed with a long passionate ones, letting his lips dip to their necks, and his hand cupping their bottom, while he suckled on their necks and whispered his blessings. The High Priestess, identified by her rather beautiful figure, and her flowing red locks, as well as her choker being gold, approached, kneeling in front of him. He grabbed her by her hair, to bring her up and give her lips a full kiss, his armored hand fondling her breasts, and pulling her off. She seemed unfazed, and pleased, even. "My Master, My Husband, My God." She started, and allowed him to kiss her on her neck. The other priestesses followed, and he gave her a smile, pecking her forehead. "Allyria," He started. "Tell me; what of them?"

The young, High Priestess sighed, motioning towards the wounded women. Taken as prize by the bandits, some were ravished, but they dealt with the bandits with Fire and Steel. Needed not to be treated as anything more than vermin. He nodded his head. "We shall see if my powers are powered. I expect you to be at my chamb—" He was bumped into.

He raised an eyebrow at the woman. She was no Acolyte. Every Acolyte, he knew. As he was expected to take their maidenheads at their initiation as fully pledged priestesses. She was not such. Which meant she was a woman. Evident by the beatings he saw at her body. Yet, even then, his indigo eyes blinked. He felt a heaving in his chest. He knew this woman. The girl, who just a fortnight ago, before the bandits raided the town, delivered the provisions. She was a beauty then, not beaten now. More beautiful than his Allyria. The Priestess cleared her throat, and placed her hand on his arm. The only woman allowed to touch him as such, "My Lord, forgive her." He raised his hand, moving it away from her as the girl made her own apology. He let his hand touch the bruised skin on her eyes. As his fingers touched the damaged flesh, his finger tips glowed in lavender fire, the fire lighting the blue bruise. She might have felt an intense heat, to be replaced by a cool warmth. His healing flame started to spread and trickle, before disappearing, letting the bruise on her eyes heal. A gasp escaped from the High Priestess.

"Girl," he spoke, his voice low and warm. "Your name, I require your name."

 

[vampire07]

RE: Dragon Lord Gets His Wish (Loren Lannister and I)

Allyria felt a slight pang of jealousy as he touched this farmer even to heal her bruised and battered skin. She had wanted to grasp her lover, her husband, her Master away from such filth but yet she was the very Priestess who gave Lillian her robes, her old ones.

When Trystynne had touched Lillian's cheek she had flinched from him with her looking away. As if she expected him to hit her but she did feel extreme heat then a soft kiss of a cool breeze caressing her skin. Blinking a few times as she turned to look at him in astonishment. Lillian couldn't speak as she had wrapped the loose robes about herself to conceal her mid-drift from his eyes.

"Your name, Dear Girl." Allyria spoke softly as she didn't think he'd be interested in a woman from a town that thought lowly of her.

"Oh, Lillian. I deliver produce to you and your company." She gave a weak smile as her delicate yet rough fingers plucked the bandage having it unravel. The blood soak bandage fell to her slender shoulders revealing her full dark brown hair that had some volume to it. "I don't remember what happened and the others were gone when I woke." Her left arm still in a sling as she took a few steps back from him only to get a good look of him and the company that followed him.

Like a timid wooden creature she felt her heart humming within her chest as she wanted to just run and hide. There was a slight lump that formed along her slender neck showing she was gulping. The gulping was a sign she decided to stand her ground against every fiber of her being. "I'll be leaving your temple this evening so you may rest with your Priestesses." Lillian may be a virgin and naïve to the world of lust but she wasn't a stranger to glares from other women. Lillian just didn't understand the glares from those who stood behind him. To her she knew her place and it wasn't near him. "I do thank you..." She spoke up before Allyria could make a sound. "For you allowing me to rest but I do need to return to my farm and get back to work. I can't rely on your generosity."

"Lillian..." Allyria stepped up and took her right hand within her own. "Your home was destroyed and everything you could produce was taken. Your horses, cattle and chickens were taken to be slaughtered and your hounds were killed and burned inside your home." The red head thought this woman was use to such hardships but to see her eyes go blank.

"Wha...." Lillian felt as if the Dragon Lord himself slammed his mighty fist into her chest, emptying her lungs of the very air she takes. Her grip on Allyria's hand gripped so tightly then fell limp. Her knees buckled as she fell to the ground with her hand covering her once bruised face. "No..." Shaking her head as tears ran down her face while the younger girls, the ones who haven't turned to teenagers yet, rushed to Lillian's side. One even spoke of seeing the food remained untouched and there was still hope. Lillian looked up at the little blonde girl who be mistaken as Trystynne's offspring with her bright blue hues and bouncy blonde locks. Yet Lillian never heard of the Lord producing offspring which seemed odd since he had many women around to pick from to produce a proper heir.

 

[Loren Lannister]

RE: Dragon Lord Gets His Wish (Loren Lannister and I)

Ah... Lillian. He gave her a slight nod in understanding. The Dragon Lord; indeed, found her pretty; and beautiful, even. The Dragon Lord felt little more than lust, perhaps love over these short-lived beings, even combined. Yet; the battered girl had something else. Something...he was entirely unfamiliar with. He let his hand linger on her cheek, his long fingers caressing her cheeks lightly. A smile on his face. "Fitting name for such a stunning woman, aye." He moved his hand, and was about to move, when she spoke, and lent her his ears. Something such a great deity would rarely even try to do.


He let his hands curl around Allyria's waist, feeling her glaring eyes. Allyria would always be one of his women, his most favored possession. He saw Allyria when she was sold into slavery, and was gifted to him at age ten. He raised her until she was but fourteen, where she offered to be his Priestess.

He found that no one quite took his cock like Allyria's tight cunt did, and named her a Priestess, and as she seemed to age less, she became his High Priestess, the woman expected to bear him children; children named godspawn. Not his heirs, but not born to be his temple slaves (Unless they choose to) Like his other children with Lesser Priestesses were. However; Allyria did produce offspring, women now grown and serving in his temple as his occasional lovers, however, word never gone out; as no Dragon Lord was born yet.

He gave her a pitying look. Truly; what she experienced was painful. For your home to be razed and burnt, for your livelihood to be taken. And as she wept, the Dragon Lord felt a sharp tugging in his heart. He must aid her, aid her. Of course; he had no obligation to. Yet her words, the words of independence, are hopes crushed, was enough to bring him to heel, the Dragon Lord, to heel. He leaned towards Allyria, kissing her right on he cheek, and giving her back a pat as he went to his acolytes, hands going to part them as he watched the broken girl, indigo eyes blinking. A sigh escaped the man's lips, as he watched the girl, once jittery and afraid to speak to him, broken. It was an overwhelming sense of pity for the girl. A woman who lest her home was a horrid sight. And her looks aided, her locks, her bruised figure... What sort of god would he be as to not to protect his subjects? Yet, how?

He could give her funds for another farm; yet it will only put her back in danger's reach, and it would not replace the livelihood she once lost. What else? When he slain every bandits, they sated his wroth, yet they did not bring the women raped, the girls losing their hopes.. No. He knew what he must do to take them under his protection.

He knelt, and placed his hand on his shoulders, gentle, but enough to pick her up, to let her stands solely on his strength, hands grasping her shoulders, eyes directly on the beautiful girls' own. "Girl; I terribly apologize for not being able to save your Farm, I was not here yet. I should have, yet the only Solace I can offer you; is serving as a Handmaiden in my temple." Normal women could only stay for so long in his temples without his blessing. "Forgive me; but accept my blessing as an apology. You will not need to plant or farm, Your every...need," He gazed at her figure. "Will be taken care of. I promise you this with the word of a Dragon," He touched her arm. "I cannot allow you to return, not after losing the only place you can go to." He gave her a slight squeeze "Accept my offer, Lilian." This time, he sounded more commanding.

 

[vampire07]

RE: Dragon Lord Gets His Wish (Loren Lannister and I)

The young women parted as he approached as some were Allyria's children, lesser Priestesses, weren't judgmental of Lillian. While he picked her up and forced her to look up at him while he gave her his blessing but yet the little blonde girl who was at Lillian's side saw her father's eyes wandering over Lillian's form. Allyria had turned to go to her beloved's chambers with a few others to warm it up and prepare to satisfy his primal needs of him to sow his seed within them.

Lillian stood there not sure if she should accept his blessing yet the little girl tugged on the robes which made her look at the blonde girl. "I'd take his blessing, Miss Lillian."

Standing there though his commanding voice knocked something loose within her memory. Reaching up as she grabbed his wrist with her nail digging into his wrist to force him to release her. Her pearly white teeth gritted tightly with her once sparkling emerald eyes looked into his hues but her hues were sparkling but coal black. "No, man of deity commands me." Her voice was low with her body trembling which even scared the girl who stood beside her. Lillian turned and stepped down leaving the temple steps.

Alina, the little blonde looked to her Lord. "My Lord....The women who were once here were raped and they were left unharmed. Her...She fought until the Drake Knights appeared. Her virginity is in tact to this moment. When they found her she was bound to a tree, beaten, bloody and unconscious. For her to fight off full grown men advances must mean she has a Dragon's spirit so to speak..." She stood there watching Lillian continue down the road who didn't look back on them. Yet she felt the need to rush to the woman and beg her to stay. "Excuse me my Lord. But Mother has taught me to listen to my instincts and I think she NEEDS to stay here." Without a word she flew off the steps yelling for Lillian.

Her arm was throbbing and her face was turning green. At that moment she felt like she was going to vomit from the intense pain she was experiencing. There was a tiny voice calling out to her but as she turned she saw Alina rushing up to her. Just as Lillian reached out to wave the girl away the tiny girl ran right to her, grabbing her hand. "Miss Lillian! Please accept his blessing! You're not well enough to be on your own yet. You may doubt my feelings but you'll die out there and I don't want you to go before your time." As Alina talked she gently coaxed Lillian back into the temple who finally gave in and accepted his blessing on working there. Alina even offered to help with Lillian's duties until her arm healed then she will return to her own. Finally Lillian was back in the infirmary on a small bed roll in hopes to ease the pain and illness. Alina stayed by Lillian's side singing softly as if their aged roles had been switched though after awhile Lillian was well enough to sing along with the girl and she began to learn their traditional songs.