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Out of the rain

K

Kikora

Banned
Banished
Joined
Sep 12, 2009
Location
Too far south
Kaura sighed as a large droplet of water fell from the branches above, a quick look up at the storm clouds wanred of more soon to come. She had been traveling through this forest for days now, wandering while trying to decide where to go next. She had considered going to a human city, but even with her advanced knowledge on the species, a lack of predjudice that hers was known for... She could not help but to find the behavior there repulsive enough to drive her quickly out.

She had been lucky so far to keep for the most part comfortable, but the way the wind whipped through he cloak, bearing a chilling bite that made her shiver to her core. each fat drop of water seemed almost frozen, coming quicker until her shoulders were wet, soaking through the thin fabric of her cloak.

She started to run, squinting in the darkness to find anywhere to seek refuge for the night. A cage, a shack... Anything. Just as she had given up, when the water had plastered her dress to her body, and her light blue hair was clinging damp to her face, catching water to run down her back... She found a castle. She paused for a brief moment, before starting forward again, quickly moving to the entrance, which was shielded from the rain. "Hello?" She called lightly as she knocked. "Is anyone there?"
 
Even if the castle was surrounded by the forest, the owner could see far out, know if anything - or anyone - was coming towards his humble abode. It wasn't easy to find: most people that found it was on accident. But the point was, someone had found it tonight. He couldn't make out the figure of the person approaching, but he could smell someone's approach, see it in the slight shift of the shadows on the forest floor through the tree canopy. The heavy rain, though, stopped him from picking up the scent of the person to identify it.

The rain didn't bother him, he found it rather soothing, even if it make his thick cloak wet, and his thinner clothes stick to his body. He stood at the top of the castle, completely unseen by anyone else thanks to the cloud cover and the tree canopy. The cover made it easy to spy on anything that could be a nasty... 'guest.' He watched as the darkened figure came up to the castle, obviously taking shelter from the rain, though it wouldn't be able to get inside, the doors being locked. Though, he would have to see if they would stay that way for long.

He simply jumped down, his body doing a flip before landing on the ground in front of the entrance, just inside the rain. He stood slowly, and turned around, his body cloaked in shadows and rain droplets. His cloak's hood was up, further obscuring his visage. He walked forward slowly, passing by the new guest to his castle, and the doors opened on their own, showing the dimply candle-lit entrance hall. His footfalls were silent as he walked in, the door staying open, her only chance of hiding from the rain.
 
Kaura pounded on the door, shivering from the cold chill in the rain. She was grateful for the overhanging ledge that kept her out of the worst of the storm, but wanted to go inside, to ask the owner for shelter.

Just as she was about to give up, she heard a soft splash from behind her, and half turned. A shadowy figure, cloaked and dark stood a few feet behind her. Confusion flashed across her face, was this another wanderer? The owner of the castle? Or someone else entirely?

Before she had time to consider, though, the figure brushed past her, the doors to the castle opening on their own as he walked in without a word. She followed, her soft shoes making quiet squishing noises on the hard floor. "Do you mind, sir?" She asked almost silently as she followed behind, shaking from the cold as the water ran off her onto his floor. "I would like to stay the night please, dry off.... I... I can pay you for your trouble..." She froze, standing in the enterance, the candlelight shining off her soft blue hair, plastered to her skull by the rain, and showing off her ears perfectly. "I can go, if you wish." She whispered.
 
The doors stayed open behind her for a long moment as she walked into the entrance hall. The room was big enough that the echo of the rain hitting against the high roof and some of the walls was louder than one would expect, added to by the sound of the rain coming from outside the doors themselves. It did not take long to figure out that there were no windows, the only light being from the candles that were almost all around the hall.

The doors closed slowly behind her at her last words. "Leave? But you are soaked through. I couldn't let someone go out in the rain like that. I'm sure you can stay until the rain lets out." The voice was a sweetly seductive voice, surprisingly low pitched for how it teased the senses. He never turned, nor made any other motion that she was there, though. His hands came up, lowering the hood that covered his head, revealing hair that was slightly longer than shoulder length, tied back at the nape of his neck. The cloak easily slid off, revealing a rather strong but thin form to her eyes in the flickering candlelight.

And then, with a flicker of the light, he was gone from her sight, as if he wasn't there at all. The castle was left for her to explore as he headed to set up for a more... adventurous night.
 
She shivered as she came in further, the pounding rain on the side of the bulding echoing in the halls. It only took her a minute to realize that the large walls had no windows, no form of natural light flooding in, the only illumination being the soft candles as they flickered around them.

She jumped slightly when the man spoke, gliding across the floor, paying her no mind save with his words. He unclasped his cape, pulling it off lightly. "Thank you..." She whispered back, watching him for a moment, and in a blink of the eye he was gone.

She stared in wonder at where the man just was and raised a hand to her head. She must have blacked out for a moment, she concluded. Too much excertion, not enough rest, and the cold weather. She shook herself lightly, carefully undoing her own cloak and letting it fall from her shoulder, before catching it, and neatly putting it next to the door. Her dress itself was rather wet, but would dry in time. For now she wanted to explore the strange castle, walking cautiously in to see all that it had to offer.
 
He would have fun with his new visitor, oh, yes, he will. She will submit fully to him, but first, he wanted a closer look at her. Then he would take whatever he wished from her, perhaps keep her there as his own little plaything. It would be quite fun, he concluded. There was the slight screech of a door slowly opening, and extra light came in from one door down near the stairs at the far end of the entrance hall. It was from a fireplace, though it would be unseen until she got close enough to it.

His body was in a mist form, his mind having reached out and opened the door as he kept somewhat with her movements, although physically a few steps ahead of her. The mist was thin enough that she wasn't able to see it in the low light that lit the room, and with that he got a quick look over of her features. What a beautiful Elf. Blue hair... that's strange. But she has quite a wonderful body...

He moved ahead into the room that the door had opened, quickly moving to a chair that was in front of the fireplace, slightly opposite to another one, about 5 feet apart with only a small table between them midway. The table had a tray of greens that held out a smell of the forest, though were obviously edible. A glass of wine was on the table next to it. He himself sat with a book in his hands, seemingly absorbed in the book, though his mind was firmly locked on the approaching Elf.
 
She wandered through the halls a few moments, her eyes locking on various things of interest, smiling at each treasure. The castle was esquisite, full of artifacts and art that she could spend years examining.

A sudden creak caught her attention, and she turned, seeing a door open down an adjacent hall. She hesitated a brief moment before heading to it, pushing it lightly the rest of the way open.

A fire roared in the fireplace, lighting the room brighter than the rest of the castle. It seemed to be a reading room of sorts, a place for casual conversation. The lord of the castle sat in a chair, absorbed in a book, and Kaura took the opportunity to look at him. Even with his face half hidden by the novel, she could tell he was a very handsome man, for a human. The thought brough a flush to her cheeks, which she hid with a polite smile. "Thank you, sir, for helping me out of the rain." She told him, entering slowly. "Your kindness will not be unrewarded, I assure you." She continued, and stood behing the second chair, smiling. "Do you mind if I sit, my lord? If I am not disturbing you, of course."
 
The Elf woman walked in, obviously intrigued by the well-lit room, and the fact that she would at least have some company in the manor for the moment. His eyes never left the book that he was supposedly reading, he could feel every irregularity coming from her: the change of her heart beat, the rush of blood making her face flush. It was only out of some sort of misguided kindness that he did not pick her mind of every thought that she had. Though, it was also partially because he had very few encounters with the Elven race, and knowing that they were very powerful in the magical arts, he had no idea if she would notice him in her mind, or if she could stop him.

The words that she said washed over him, and he pondered them for a long moment, before his train of thought was broken by her request to sit. His hand generally waved at the seat, signaling his acceptance for her to join him, before his hands held the book together again, eyes still being glued to the book. "I Have brought some food for you." He responded, in a voice not as deep as it had been in the entrance hall, but not lacking any of the seducing melody of it.

Making up his mind about his next course of action, his hand quickly darted out and grabbed the glass of wine that was with the food. "Though, you will have to pour yourself a glass of wine." He said, as he pulled the one in his hand to him.
 
Kaura smiled as he read, thinking over her words, before gesturing for her to sit. She gratefully took the sdeat, her half dry clothes stiffly clinging to her, wrinkled. She frowned for a moment, trying to smooth the fabric against her things, in an attempt to look presentable.

His voice sent shivers down her spine, seductive and low, a deep baritone that resonated through her. She almost shook herself, wondering where her head went, to think such things about her human host. As a distraction, she glanced down at the food and smiled, the fresh greens appitizing after her long trip.

"You are very kind." She said with a bow of her head, lightly plucking one vegitable, and eating it slowly. She considered the wine for a moment, but shook her head and swallowed. "I am afraid I have never had wine." She told him. "I would rather not test my tolerance in company." She smiled again, kind, friendly, but still very distant. "Besides, you have been more than hospitable enough, my lord."
 
The fire was hot enough that the heat was coming off in soft waves, his own clothes practically dry now from the downpour of the rain outside. It wouldn't be long until her clothes were dry, as well. He took a slow sip of the wine, put it back down on the table after he heard her words. From his back, where she couldn't see it, the Aphrodisiac that he had slipped in seeped out from his pores, evaporating from the heat that the chair, fire, and his body let out. That plan wouldn't have worked even if he wanted to go with it, it seemed. No matter, his instincts told him otherwise.

He kept nearly deadly silent, every-so-often turning a page. She would soon figure out, if she hadn't figured it out yet, that he was of the silent type - even though it was mostly a act - and she would have to speak up if she wanted to be heard. That, and she would not get any ideas of a repayment from him. His eyes never even glanced over at hers, absorbed in the book as he was, though fakely. His mind already had her image locked in place, with the shadows that he would so predominantly use when he got what he wanted.
 
There was a long silence as the man read, turning the pages ever so slowly while Kaura sat sitffly across from him, her eyes locked on her hands. It was so awkward for her she almost wished she had taken the glass of wine, simply to have something to catch her attention, besides the man sitting across from her now.

The heat radiating from the fire was a nice distraction, she found, and she enjoyed luxiriating in the warm glow, her clothing and hair drying from the heat. "Perhaps you would like gold...?" She asked, but a quick glance around the room showed how much he needed more money. "Or I could cast an Even spell, something to help your castle?" She paused again, shifting. "I do not like to take free favors, if there is anything I can do to repay you for my night here, please, just request it." She almost held her breath, hoping he would look up at her, speak with her. Even ad quiet and reserved as her species was, very few were quite this distant.
 
His mind rolled over her words, though they were as useless as the ploy seemed to be turning. He turned another page in his book, giving himself a few minutes to lull the idea over, before closing the book, putting it on the arm of the chair. "There is nothing that the castle needs." He said in a slightly softer voice, but there was no change in the tone of it. He picked up the glass of wine, finished it, before putting the glass on the table and walking towards the door.

He knew she would follow. Human, Elven, Dwarven, it didn't matter the race, they all liked extra company to being alone in a strange area. And he left the room, knowing it. His movements were rather fluid: Elves were known to look like they floated as they walked, but it looked like his movements took no effort as he walked. He would have to see just how far she would be willing to go before forcing his own hand in the matter. It would be a interesting game of cat and mouse.
 
She could have winced at his words, but his tone wasn't cruel or cold, simply indifferent. It was as though he wanted no repayment for his kindness, something that made her smile, even as he closed his book and stood.

She stood as well, not wanting to be left alone in the sitting room with no idea where to go, or where her host was. Verbal or not, it was common curtosy for her to follow him, and indeed she did, moving behind him silently as he floated away. His feet barely seemed to brush the floor, an effortless dance ahead of her that put even her species grace to shame.

"May I see where I will be spending the night?" She asked gently, hoping not to seem overly pushy. "Anywhere is fine, sir, I am not a needy person."
 
She seemed to be rather keen on finding where she would be staying without him, something that fluttered along his mind - laughter - nearly burst from his mouth. But he kept it in well enough, so she couldn't even get a hint of a change in his demeanor. He let her slowly down the hallway, the dark candlelight making most of the hallways shadows, and making his already eye-catching looks even more hauntingly beautiful.

He stopped at a door, and slowly opened it inward, letting her walk in before him. The room itself was of decent size, lit with candles around the room. There were two wardrobes, one of them unnoticeably locked. The other end of the room held a canopy bed, dark drapes hiding the dark sheets and blankets that covered the bed she would be staying in.

"This will be your room." He said in a low, seducing tone. "I hope it is well accommodated for you."
 
He didn't give a responce to her inquiry on her stay, moving silently forward. She wondered if this was just his personality, to be so very distant and almost cold to those around him. It was so remarkably different from other humans, she felt an odd respect for the man, watching him as though he were an Elven equal, and not another animalistic human.

He halted before a door, and swung it open, revealing a large bedroom, two cabinets, and a very large canopy bed. "It is far more than I need." She assured him, and bowed slightly. "And I am quite tired, my lord."

She closed the door with one last thank you, and paced the room for a moment, before turning to the unlocked cabinet. She opened the door, spotting a long nightrobe made of a silky black material. She stripped quickly and changed into the dry clothes, luxeriating in how the material slid over her skin, before going to the bed. She sighed happily, grateful to actually sleep somewhere peaceful, and pulled the covers over herself, nodding to sleep almost immediately.
 
He thought it rude for half a moment to have the door shut nearly in his face, but he didn't pay that any mind. He slowly paced the hallway, waiting for his turn in the dramatics of the evening, his footfalls, completely silent. He could hear everything that was going in the room, though his mind didn't go as far as wander to see it for himself. Though, it wasn't long before she was in bed, and he slowly moved towards the door, shifting his body to the form of mist and going under the door, reforming on the other side.

His footfalls were once again silent as he moved to the bed. She hadn't closed the drapes on the bed where she had climbed in, and he was able to easily slide onto the bed using that spot, the bed not shifting at all, as thought he was weightless. He easily crawled up the bed, looking over the robed form of his Elven guest, the top of the rob nearly split open at her breasts, closed just above them. He didn't move it to catch a better glimpse, knowing that doing that could sabotage what he was doing.

His hands slowly moved tilting her head and brushing the hair away from her neck lightly, leaving the pale skin bare to his eyes, and his fangs grew out in the lust of need and hunger. He slowly bent down, His mouth opening and his teeth gently teasing her pulse. He could feel it quicken at that, and his mind quickly went into hers, keeping her firmly in sleep before his fangs bit down. He let out a very soft groan as the taste of her blood assailed his senses. But he kept the idea of the taste of it down for the moment, to concentrate. He drank it down, then pulled his fangs out, his tongue flicking over the bite to seal it, then tearing open his wrist. He took it to her lips and put the wound to them. His mind forced her to drink, having her take a decent amount before stopping her. He pulled back, sealing the wound on his wrist with his tongue before leaving her bed, heading out the door by way of mist, and heading back to the study, picking up his book where he left it at. He would let her rest, then have his fun when she woke.
 
She slept soundly, her breathing long and even. Not even her Elven senses heard him enter the soom, slipping into the bed next to her. To her she kept dreaming, an unusual fantasy that she could not quite focus on, before it slipped away.

Hours passed as she rested, until finally she awoke, sighing siftly. An instant twinge in her neck drew her attention, and she pressed her fingers to it, gingerly touching an area that felt sore. Perhaps she had ran into somethingin the woods? She couldn't remember, nor could she quite put her finger on what left an oddly familiar metalic taste in the back of her mouth.

She shook it off and sat up, looking around the room before slowly standing, and moving to leave and find her host.
 
He had gone through at least 200 pages of the book that he had picked up before she had woken up. It's about time... He wasn't getting low on patience, he just wanted to have a little fun sooner than later. He didn't close his book, to keep the image up, but he did lose focus on what he was reading, because his mind was focusing, reaching out through the direct channel that the blood sharing had made.

The rain was still coming down hard, harder than the night before, and it beat at the walls and the roof of the castle. And she would feel herself warming up slowly to the beat of the raindrops, though it wouldn't be because of it, nor would she be able to trace what it was from. All she would realize was that she felt warmer, and warmer, and she could feel it pooling at her core. The heat of it was going to get her wet, and he liked the idea of what she may or may not do.
 
She had barely reached the door when a heat grew inside of her, a needy warmth that filled her body. It pulsed with the beat of the rain, and she found herself in a daze, a slickness between her thighs that she had never felt before.

She blushed, and quickly moved to the cabinet. With this flowing fron her she couldn't wear the robe, but she had to meet her host... She grabbed a pair of black pants, loose enough that they threatened to fall off, and a deep purple shirt. Feeling more secure she left, traveling to the study, where she guessed the man would be.

She felt overly aware of her body. The wayher breasts moved with her, rubbing against the smooth shirt, how if she walked just right her things might rub against her and sent jolts of pleasure coarsing through her. It was almost too much to stand, and by the time she reached the study, she was quite flushed, only her Elven reserve keeping the unfamiliar look of lust from her features.
 
The door of the study was already open, and he was sitting down in the chair like he was the night before, reading the same book, though he was much further than he was before. His mind wasn't exactly focused on keeping the heat in her, but now that it was in her, her body would hold it itself until she got relieved. Every so often, he would exert his power and brush the clothing against her, sometimes deciding to have fun and brush her pants against her thighs or her core.

He heard her come into the study, and he simply gestured to the chair, signaling that she could sit down if she would. The fire was still roaring, which didn't help him that much. The feeling of her arousal, through their connection sent a spark of his own arousal through him, making him stiff and ready. It was by pure force of will that he stopped his fangs from growing out.
 
She swallowed slightly, wondering for a moment if she was ill because the moment she entered the room and laid eyes on him, the heat grew all the mor eintense. Her usual grace failed her as she approached the chair, and sat down, trembling slighty. "You have read quite a bit." She said quietly, looking at the book for a brief moment, before tilting her head away.

These feelings were so new, so alien to her, She couldn't stop them, she couldn't control them. It was like an animalistic need was growing in her, savage and hungry, craving something she couldn't understand. It made the situation all the more uncomfortable for her, shifting slightly, her blush flaring when it made another shooting wave of sensation run through her, triggering a very soft, almost inaudiable moan echo from her lips.
 
He nodded at her words about how far he had read. He had nothing else to do at the time, so he thought to be productive with his search for knowledge. It was useful, to say the lease. The slight recoil of her sexual need as she shifted and was struck with a new sensation was easily ignored. He turned a page, letting his eyes lose focus on what he was reading as his mind reached over to her through their connection.

His mind made her slightly hotter, just a little more to increase her own need. But he was ignoring her needs because it fit with what he had been doing the whole time. His mind went for a soft spot, her core. He made it even hotter, wetter, needier. she would have to sate it herself, right there if she didn't leave right that moment. Which he highly doubted she would do. It would force her hand, in in doing so, would make him have to realize something wring with her, instead of politely ignoring it like his character.
 
She had barely sat there a minute before the heat grew again, so needy, so very intense. It was like a fire inside of her, a burning need, she wanted to touch her virgin womanhood, to stroke herself and feel the sensation deeper, but even that thought made her flush and want to whimper.

She shifted again, prompting another almost silent moan, and her eyes drifted shut. It was so increadibly good... But she had to stay dignified, she had to remain ever stoic.

Another shift, this one unintentional, and she gasped at the sensation, almost bolting up from her seat, and stumbled back a step or two. "E... Excuse me..." She managed, her face dark red from humiliation, "I... I'll be back." She turned to walk, but every movent coarsed more pleasure, until she fell to her knees, her hand at her warmth, pressing it through her clothes lightly, her logical mind praying the host would think she was in pain...
 
He had somehow been able to make a play that he was being polite at ignoring her still as she shifted uncomfortably in the chair. He heard her words, simply nodded as he turned another page, reading through it quickly before he heard the sound of her falling onto the floor. At that, he couldn't possibly ignore it any further, and he turned his head, to see her on her knees, hand between her legs and rubbing at her core through her pants.

He put the book down and stood rather fast. "Are you ok?" He walked over to her, kneeling down and putting a hand on her shoulder. The smell of her need, her sweet juices were erotic in their own right, and he barely forced his fangs to stay hidden, though the hard length in his pants was a harder thing to hide.
 
She panted softly, holding herself, biting back moans of pleasure. She forced her hand to stop moving, the dark fglush in her cheeks. Her eyes lingered over the bulge in his pants. She trembled at it, feeling a burning need for it, but she forced it down. She was an Elf, she could handle this... She knew she could.

"I am fine." She finally got out, trembling slightly, "I must have caught a cold in the rain, I feel odd. Please, let me return to the room and rest, I shall not disturb you..." Really, she just wanted the privacy, the chance to touch herself in ways she knew she shouldn't, naughty and inappropriate things no Elven woman should do.
 
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