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Fall of Elen'thalas (Krimson & HeavenSundered)

Krimson

Krimson

Super-Earth
Joined
Jul 7, 2010
His name was Seth von Irion, third and youngest son of Federyc von Irion, King of Arcadia, the largest human kingdom in the North. Arcadia, a land rich in mineral resources, fertile farm fields, and vast pine forests. It borders the Black Sea to the north, the human kingdom of Rhaye and Zaria to the east, the Plains of Eon to the west, and the elven kingdom of Elen'thalas to the South. For much of its history, Arcadia has been embroiled in an endless conflict - barbarians, raiders assaulting its vaunted walls from the Plains of Eon. The Great Wall of Gerath, named for King Gerath, the fifth King of Arcadia, has traditionally held off such attacks. But in the recent years, the barbarians have become more organized, supposed led by a great Khan who had emerged and unified their ranks. Worse, they attacked not from the west, but from the south, a border much less fortified on account of the unwarlike elves.

But the elves were precisely the problem. Many feared the elves...with their long lifespans and an affinity for magic and knowledge coursing in their blood. Others hated the elves...a kingdom that never traded, never offered aid or alliances, completely shut in itself even as the worst of droughts assaulted its neighbors. And yet others admired the elves, desired the elves...a race known as much for beauty as much as knowledge; even a common elf fetched five times the price of a human on the slave markets. Personally, Seth despised them. It was not uncommon knowledge that Arcadia and Elen'thalas were on poor terms. The bards sang fondly of the tale of Prince Arnaldus von Irion and the elven Princess Ahelissa. A love story against all odds, a union unblessed by either royal family, but particularly by the elves. Bloody racists, if you asked Seth. Nobody but an elf was good enough for an elf. Or at least, that's apparently how it worked. Ahelissa, smitten by the charming Arnaldus, eloped with him and was never seen again. And ever since then, Elen'thalas held a grudge against Arcadia. But the elves were not a warlike people; they grumbled, they cursed, and they turned their pointy ears to the other direction, but they did not wage war upon Arcadia.

But in the recent years, that changed. The new elven king, Ralith Silverdawn...Seth has not even one nice thing to say about the man. Not that he'd ever met him, considering how reclusive the elves were. But from what he's heard in the war council and the grumbling of his father, this man...was dangerous. More than that, he was a coward, a scheming snake that employed others to do his battles for him. He knew, much as all the higher commanders of Arcadia knew, that it was Ralith that was arming the barbarians. Allowing them to cross the elven border and assault Arcadia from the south. The first offensive began ten years ago, when Seth was only sixteen. A gruesome battle that caught Arcadia by surprise. Hundreds of thousands of lives lost, among them, Prince Thrior, Seth's eldest brother.

Worse, the human kingdom of Zaria, deciding to prey on Arcadia's vulnerability, engaged it in a two-front war. Had it not been for the help of the kingdom of Rhaye, a most loyal ally, Arcadia might not stand today. The two-front war has continued since then. Both Seth and his second-oldest brother, Hadrian, fought. Once he finally reached eighteen, Seth fought under Hadrian's banner. Then, after two years on the field, he was given his own legion to command and transferred to the Eastern Front. A war that went on...and on...and on. The Zarian knights were like ants. Never ending, vicious, always ready to sink their little pinchers into where they don't belong.

The next six years of his life was spent at the border, battling the Zarian forces, culling their ranks one by one. He commanded; he fought. Unlike his brothers, Seth was not trained as a Paladin, but rather a Swordmaster. An unusual choice for a general, but it suited the young man. He ever distained plate-armor, after all. He chose instead cloth of crimson and leathers dyed black - each garment well-made, embroidered with golden threads. No jewels; too pretentious for his tastes. But his gauntlets and belt buckle were intricately carved, embellished no doubt by the greatest smith in the land. He didn't hide his status, nor did he flaunt it, thus was how Seth carried himself always.

Speed and agility, those were the guiding principles he followed. A blur upon the battlefield, his obsidian hair fluttering in the wind, and his eyes, blood-reds signaling his royal blood, were the very last thing his enemies saw before he cut them down. It was rumored that his beloved dual blades claimed not hundreds of lives, but thousands. Among the denizens of Arcadia, he was reverently regarded as the God of War, and, among his enemies, the Crimson-Eyed Devil. That conflict ended only months ago, the King of Zaria having been forced to sign a humiliating treaty giving great concessions to Arcadia. A triumphant victory for Prince Seth, a most celebratory occasion had it not been for the chilling news that reached the castle at the same time - Prince Hadrian, slain, not at the hands of the barbarians, but the elves. Seth couldn't hate those knife-eared bastards any more than he already did.

And that explained his current location, scaling the cliffs of Mount Hale. He rode, not with a legion, but only a small contingent of private guards, and even that, he left behind at the base of the mountain. They protested, of course, but who really dared to defy His Royal Highness, first and only Heir? He didn't explain himself, but the reason was obvious. He was already intruding - bringing a whole contingent of men with him would have destroyed any possibility at diplomacy. No, he had to make the journey himself. She was somewhere on the mountain - he didn't know where, only that he would probably know it when he arrived. The so called Demon Witch in the Mountains... But he knew better. He knew who she was. The sorceress that betrayed the King of Zaria in the last war, for reasons unknown. He'd thought she would attempt to join Arcadia, but she had...simply disappeared. But being a Prince had its advantages, and lo and behold, he had came himself to track her down. To his great regret, they'd never met on the battlefield, but he had heard of her, of the way she laid waste to a whole legion... And he shall have her - she shall serve the Arcadian army, she shall share her knowledge of the arcane and the ancient, and she will aid him in conquering those bastard elves.

At least, that was his goal. But the tricky thing with sorceresses was just that, they were as unpredictable as the magic they wielded. Speaking of magic --

"BOOM,"

...Phew. The Prince wearing an expression seldom seen on his usually calm and charismatic demeanor, one of complete and utter shock. Flame erupting from nowhere upon the rock he stood but a second ago, the very tip of his hair singed. Had he reacted a second later...well, he preferred not to think about that.

Seth licked his lips. This means...he was close. He drank what was left of the water from his waterskin, and continued his search with renewed vigor. More traps - evaded better this time as he was prepared, tossing rocks and sticks ahead of him even as he walked. A cave, in the distance...he approached.
 
Ezzaraith had put much thought and scrutiny into selecting the location of her new home. The Agnathian mountain range spanned hundreds of miles along the border between the kingdoms of Zaria and Arcadia, creating an impassable natural barrier with it's abundance of steep cliffs and unstable surface prone to massive landslides. The spot that she'd chosen was somewhere towards the center of the mountain range, making it one of the least strategically important areas in all of Zaria, and therefore also one of the least patrolled. Chances of any soldiers passing through beyond the handful which accompanied the tax collectors each month were slim to none.

The mountains had once contained rich mineral veins, but the warmongering Zarians had mined them out generations ago to fuel conflicts which their descendants could now recount so proudly. Ezzaraith was also aware of the fact that surveyors had been sent to locate and squeeze out whatever little resources remained during Zaria's latest struggle against Arcadia, so there was quite literally no reason for anyone to disturb her here.

There were only a couple of villages nearby at the foot of the mountains, both having evolved from temporary mining towns that had been set up long ago. The humans who resided there were simple and easy to manipulate. A few carved up animal carcasses surrounded by candles and nonsensical symbols drawn in blood in the guise of 'ritual sacrifices' were enough to discourage them from venturing very high up the mountain, not that there would have been much reason to do so regardless. The only downside was that name they'd given her in their old wive's tales - the Demon Witch in the Mountains - oh how she despised that name!

Still, it was a small price to pay for her privacy. Privacy which she'd been enjoying as she bathed in the small crater that she'd carefully blown in the center of her cave and filled with water. The small stream that ran through the side of the cave could be diverted to fill the crater when necessary, and it even had a drain built in at the bottom. Not bad for living in the harsh wilderness, Ezza was rather proud of that one.

She'd just gotten into the water after heating it up to the perfect temperature with a touch of her magic when a loud sizzling sound grabbed her attention, causing her to sigh heavily with discontentment. The vexing noise originated from one of the many little wooden needles planted in a skillfully drawn map of the surrounding area that hung off the cave's back wall, just over the plush round bed covered in pillows of various shapes and sizes. The needles were enchanted to slowly and noisily burn whenever the trap associated to them was triggered.

They went off quite regularly, but it was almost always the doing of some poor critter who was unfortunate enough to stumble into them on accident. Rarely, one of the boys from the village would try to venture up the mountain on some dare from his friends, but the young interloper would always be quickly turned away. The outer perimeter of traps was intended only to frighten and dissuade, since Ezzaraith knew that killing or seriously injuring one of the humans would be the only reason that they might ever have to come after her.

Having already settled into her bath, the sorceress was more than willing to chalk her marker going off to just another animal getting a bit too curious, but then another starting sizzling, and another, and another...

Ezza silenced them all with a flick of her wrist before levitating a series of eight crystal orbs over to herself from a display rack in one of her bookshelves. The orbs stopped to hover in a perfect circle directly in front of her, but she could control their rotation with simple sliding motions from her fingers. After cycling through them for a few seconds, Ezza was able to find the one linked to the enchanted crow's eye that had vision of the intruder.

The image was hazy and imperfect, but it was enough for her to clearly assess that this was not some local, the man was dressed far too well and richly for that. He also seemed pretty sharp for a human, annoyingly enough. It would take her hours to replace all the work that he was carelessly destroying. The sorceress' better instincts told her to simply move out to one of her many prepared vantage points and blast the trespassing human before he got any closer, but curiosity had always been one of her weaknesses, as it often was for practitioners of the arcane arts. Occupational hazard, she supposed.

When the man finally arrived at the opening of the cave, Ezza was waiting nonchalantly in her bath, back turned to him so hat he would only see her arms with her elbows propped up over the edge of the crater, her shoulders, her dark red mane cascading down her back and those two curved horns, around five inches tall, which gave away her Draconian heritage. Or Half-Demon, as everyone liked to unaffectionately refer to them as.

"My, my, what a clever little minx you are," Ezzaraith spoke up without turning her head at all, her voice as smooth and rich as the finest whiskey imported from Rhaye. "Would you be so kind as to at least do me the courtesy of introducing yourself, now that you've so rudely invaded my privacy? Oh, and do take off your boots before you come in, I just finished sweeping."
 
The entrance of the cave didn't call attention to itself...but the sheer size of the opening evoked suspicion. The traps seemed to converge on this point; this must be the correct place. Both of his gloved hands settled upon the hilts of his blades, black handles engraved with platinum. Twin swords made from the finest adamantium, pricelss treasures that have been passed down generation to generation in the Arcadian royal family. Once wielded by the great Kasean von Irion, legendary founder of the kingdom. His father gifted the pair to him on his twelveth birthday, and he'd carried them proudly since. Coincidentally, these swords, Oathkeeper and Truthseeker, influenced his decicion to become a Swordmaster. Far too short and thin to be favored by knights, he knew neither of his elder brothers would receive them... Yes, even at twelve, he planned ahead, a strategic mind that no doubt helped explain why, out of three brothers, he alone survived the brutal wars that ravaged Arcadia.

He wasn't planning on attacking, of course, but one couldn't fault the prince for being cautious. Deserter or not, this sorceress once fought for Zaria, and he wouldn't be surprised if she did not take kindly to the man who only recently waged war upon that very land. One step, two, fiery eyes that marked him as an Arcadian royal scanning around cautiously as he entered the cave. A journey that lasted only a few seconds - the cave was shallower than it first appeared.

Seth paused. And for a very brief moment, the ever charming prince lost his words. He immediately looked away, good manners demanding nothing less. It wasn't that he was unfamiliar with the female form. He was a soldier, and the only thing that appealed to soldiers more than gold was women. As the crown prince, and with his exceedingly well-sculpted and handsome face at that, there was ever an ample supply of nubile young women willing to share his bed. He didn't like to brag, but the notches upon his bedpost was such that it was quite impossible to count. That said, what exactly was he supposed to do in this situation. Diplomacy, after all, was quite hard when the person you were trying to persuade was...bathing, of all things.

He considered, briefly, to turn back, and give the woman her privacy, to salvage what was left of a rather strange first impression. But before he could take another step forward or back, the figure spoke, and his eyes flickered back to her form once more. And that's when he noticed the horns. They were quite obvious, and...very realistic. His gaze lingered, following the curving horns...Draconians - he'd heard of such individuals, but never had the chance to meet one. The words made him lift a brow. Surely this is the first and only time anyone has referred to him, Crown Prince of Arcadia, as a...clever little minx. But he knew better to comment on it. No...he didn't flicker his gaze away this time. Rather, he squared his shoulders, straightened his back, and commanded the very air around himself as he bent slightly and removed his boots as instructed.

"My name is Seth, milady."

He replied, wearing a charming smile for no one in particular. No last names, the prince not yet intending to declare his identity or intentions. Although, if this sorceress was on top of her game, she might very well identify him from his eyes alone. Crimson eyes were quite rare among humans, after all. Not to mention his sheer confidence and poise, the kind only one long being in the position of authority develops.

He took a few steps forward, closer to the pool but not circling around, before leaning against the wall, gazing at the back of her head still, for modesty's sake.

"Only fair you grace me with your own, no? I darest say that the Demon Witch in the Mountains is not your preferred title..." A small, good-humored chuckle, indicating how absurd he'd found the tales the village-dwellers told to be.
 
Ezza smirked to herself slightly when she heard the sounds of her impromptu guest's bootlaces coming undone. Since he displayed at least a modicum of either respect or intelligence, the sorceress decided that she could continue humoring him until he gave her a reason not to, which she still expected to happen eventually.

"Seth...that's a graceful name. And you seem oh so proud of it," she finished, a tad patronizingly.

Yes, most definitely a noble. No other breed could manage to sound so far up their own backside while doing something as simple as stating their name. Ezzaraith couldn't see it, but she could practically imagine the stupid smug look on his face. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she sent the crystal orbs back to their place in the bookcase.

"One should not waltz into a spider's web expecting fairness, much less demanding it, you know?" the sorceress remarked before pushing herself up with her elbows, rising out of the pool until she was standing, water dripping off of her tanned flesh with a slight pinkish hue. She didn't seem to mind giving Seth a bit of an eyeful, showing off toned legs, a firm, shapely rear and of course that five foot long appendage extending out from her coccyx, hovering just above the ground before curving back up. Ezzaraith's tail was around two and a half inches at its base, gradually reducing to one and a half near the end, the tip being in the shape of a rounded spade.

Pursing her lips together, she gave off a slight whistle before crossing to the other side of the pool and gingerly walking up the few stairs that had been carved into the crater, her bottom bouncing enticingly with every step and her skin drying instantly as she conjured a flash of heat through her body. Meanwhile, a series of sickening popping and crunching sounds came from the table just next to where Seth had decided to lean against the cave wall. The pile of tiny bleached bones that had been laying there began to move on their own, rearranging themselves to form a dozen little songbirg skeletons that took flight despite not having any feathers on their whirring bony wings.

They took off swiftly, racing across the cave to retrieve some clothes from the dresser, several of the birds working together to hold up each article as they flew them back to Ezza. She passed her arms through the armholes of a black velvet bodice while a violet leather skirt was wrapped around her waist, and then the songbirds toiled away at doing up the laces for both garments with their tiny nimble beaks. The bodice left a vertical strip down her torso as well as the inner curves of her ample breasts exposed, partially covered only by the crisscrossing laces. The skirt seemed more modest from the front or the back, reaching down to just above the ground, but the left side was slit high all the way up to her hip.

Finally, the sorceress turned to face Seth once she'd been dressed, the skeletal birds still fluttering around her as she approached him with long, deliberate strides, her tail swaying slightly from side to side. Ezza's golden eyes unabashedly drank in every detail of the man's physique while she returned the favor to him by invading his personal space, stopping only when she was less than two feet away.

Seth's build was lithe and wiry, but she could tell that he was covered in wonderfully toned and defined muscles that could only have been forged through countless hours of martial training and combat. As impressive as that was, it was his face that truly captivated the sorceress' attention. Undeniably masculine features with strongly defined lines, and yet still possessing such an almost intangible element of beauty. His long, silky raven hair also added somewhat of an ethereal quality. He certainly had her attention.

"Arcadian royalty..." Ezza stated with more than a hint of curiosity, her slit pupils dilating slightly as she peered into Seth's enchanting crimson eyes. "This ought to be good." Her sly smile betrayed the hints of slightly elongated and sharpened canines on both her upper and lower rows of teeth. Ezzaraith's own features were explicitly feminine and delicate, the youthful appearance of a young woman in her very early twenties masking her true age.

"My name is Ezzaraith. You may call me Ezza if you wish." Taking a step back, she motioned for Seth to come in and make himself at home before turning to walk towards the back of the cave, her songbirds finally returning to rest on the table. "Would you like a drink, Seth?" Ezza glanced back at him over her shoulder, still smiling. "I promise that if I wanted to kill you, it wouldn't be with poison. That's just so...ugh, drab."
 
He looked. Of course he looked. For all of his royal etiquette classes, all the teachings of holy Paladins, he was still just a young man in his twenties. And there are certain things no young men could resist, such as the beautiful, provocative female before him. Admiring eyes raked over every inch of skin put on such bold display. Modesty be damned; if the sorceress minded, she wouldn't have done so in the first place. His eyes dilated ever so slightly, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to remind himself of his objective. He had thought magic-users would be fragile beings, the proverbial wizard with a tall hat and gray beard. But she was the very opposite...feminine, enticing, toned and shapely in just the right way. Even the strange appendage - her tail, only seemed to add to her unique allure. And for a moment, he was content to hold his tongue, standing transfixed by the Draconian beauty before him.

Her whistle surprised him, but only because the table next to him began to quake; the tiny bones upon the table, moved with seemingly nothing, reforming and rearranging themselves. He tensed, hands almost drifted to his blades again, but stopped himself before making contact, forcibly relaxing them besides his body, posture carefully neutral. No, he sensed no enmity from her. She was guarded, of course, something he could detect even under all the layers and layers of honeyed charisma she was projecting. But she wasn't trying to kill him, at least not yet.

And so he stood and watched, eyes widening briefly in almost boyish awe. Admiration not only for her beauty now, but also her power, her command over an element invisible to him. He studied the skeletal birds, but whereas others would have recoiled in fear and disgust, in his eyes there was only unbridled curiosity. So this was what magic truly looked like... There were royal sorcerers that served the House von Irion of course, but all those men ever did was scry into their crystal orbs, and even that they got wrong sometimes. But this, her, even a complete novice like him could tell that this was different. She was far, far more powerful than any sorcerer he had ever encountered.

But that only excited him. He clearly made the right choice in coming here. Taking such a significant risk...even as the woman pronounced his heritage. Under her inquisitive gaze, he simply smiled, charming but enigmatic, neither confirming nor denying. She was searching for his intentions, he was sure of that. But he wasn't ready to reveal that just yet. No, he could tell that she was curious of him, but that wasn't enough. He needed her intrigued, charmed, so to speak, before divesting his plan. Sorceresses as powerful as she do not simply camp out in the wilderness, even considering how lavish as this abode was, if they wanted just any princes to come knocking around trying to recruit them.

"A drink would be great."

He met her eyes again, even as the woman strode away, apparently satisfied with her inspection. His voice ever pleasant, not as low as his two brothers, but nevertheless masculine. Poison? Please. If he was paranoid over every little thing, he would be marching here with a full legion, instead of alone, and appearing quite vulnerable at that. He took those words as an invitation, trailing after her, keeping a few steps behind. It felt strange to walk barefoot on cavern floor; he left his boots by the entrance, as instructed.

"Ezza,"

He began, deliberately, to speak one's name was a means of building rapport.

"Might I at least offer you some delicatessens over the drink? Not out of fairness, of course, but merely because I want an early afternoon snack?"

Ever heeding her earlier words about fairness, Seth tried a different approach. Reaching inside his vest to retrieve a small pouch, far too small to seem to contain anything more than coins. He wasn't sure how sorceresses recognized magic, but if she could somehow sense magic, she would no doubt recognize the space around the bag as being distorted. A Bag of Expansion, quite the rare prize among adventurers. It was clear he came prepared - Seth took out a flat container of woven wood planks, took off the lid, and revealed quite the assortment of cheese, various cold cuts of meat, artisan-baked bread and all the butter one could possibly want.
 
"You may indeed, how sweet of you to bring a lonely girl treats on this fine day," Ezza gratefully accepted, her tone softer and sweeter now as she lead Seth to a large, thick brown bear fur laid out over the ground, a couple of wide pillows on top of it to sit more comfortably. Before they settled down, she watched her handsome guest retrieve a Bag of Expansion from his a pocket in his vest, explaining where those delicatessens were being kept.

Bags like those were useful trinkets, and quite expensive, so they were typically warded with an enchantment to make them appear mundane even to practitioners of the arcane. This close and in plain view, the enchantments did not hold up, but had Ezza been standing across the other side of the cave, she might have been fooled. No that it mattered, of course, since she certainly wasn't planning to rob the man or anything.

Before deciding on anything, the sorceress wanted to discover Seth's motives for seeking her out, but for the moment he seemed to be in no rush to divulge them. That was fine with her, since she was quite certain that she had more time to kill than he did. Besides, it was actually a nice change of pace to have some company, albeit uninvited and unexpected company. Sitting on one of the large pillows with her legs together and folded in front of her, Ezza invited him to join her.

With a wave of her hand, she summoned a tray holding an elegant tea set that floated over from one of the tables to land next to her. The tip of Ezza's tail nimbly wrapped itself around the teakettle's handle, raising it as she placed a hand palm-up beneath it. Light blue, barely visible flames erupted from her flesh, heating the blackberry tea in just a couple of seconds. Hovering two cups before her, Ezza used her tail to pour the tea in without spilling a drop before floating one of the cups over to Seth.

While she dug in to the basket, helping herself to a little bit of everything to sample, Ezza couldn't help but wonder if Seth knew who she was. Really knew. She felt like she had to, that it would be too unlikely of a coincidence for him to have shown up out of the blue otherwise. At the same time, if he did know, then he was also aware of how many of his countrymen she'd slain under the Zarian king's orders, so it was quite surprising that he would be sitting down for tea with her rather than trying to kill her outright.

"So, tell me a little bit about yourself, Seth," Ezza suggested, reaching over to touch one of his biceps lightly, still content not to push the topic of why he'd sought her out. "Hobbies, dreams, aspirations? Anything you're willing to share, I'm intrigued. Just no lying, yes? That would be most rude."
 
Seth sat with two pillows behind him - reclining back, a leg folded and the other curled, an elbow resting on his upright knee. He wasn't an awfully bulky man, tall, yes, but lanky. But he seemed much bulkier than he actually was, spread out like that, commanding the very space around himself. Relaxed, even so deep in the lair of an unknown, seeming every bit as in control as if he were the one holding court, and Ezza but a guest he was regaling with war stories. He took off his gloves before catching the teacup floating over to him. His fingers were long, nimble, his grip sure. They could've passed for those of a minstrel - the third prince of Arcadia ever known for his near ethereal beauty, a handsomeness reminiscent of the elves, strong and fair.

It was easy to mistake Seth for a pretty boy at times like these, a princeling born and bred at the lap of luxury, having known not a hard day in his life. But a more observant gaze told a different story. His knuckles prominent, the result of calcification times and again; imparting hairline fractures to himself during training, letting them heal, only to repeat, an endless cycle that strengthened not only his will, but his body. Calluses upon his palm, his fingertips, the evidence of wielding a sword before he even knew how to ride.

He took a sip of the tea...too sweet for his taste, but rich and intriguing, much like the woman seating opposite him. She smiled sweetly too, but unlike the tea, he was sure she could be poisonous if she intended to be. He set about making himself a sandwich as she was talking, layering the slices of meat and cheese with precision. Quite a few layers; his appetite voracious, in more ways than one.

As she reached out and touched him for the first time, he let his gaze linger briefly upon the fingers so innocently draped upon his propped up arm, before meeting her gaze once more, a knowing look in his eyes. He didn't flex - that was crude and adolescent. He didn't need to. Even the briefest touch would have been met with compound, steel-like muscles. There was hardly an ounce of fat on him; his body was like that of a bow drawn taut, a blade sharpened, ever ready to strike. But perhaps not in a deadly way...?

"Hobbies, dreams, and aspirations...eh?"

He repeated, pausing for a few seconds as if to think, before smiling mischievously.

"I should probably say horseback riding, or falconry...that wouldn't be a lie, but hardly truthful either."

He met her eyes, something unknown burning in those ever radiant crimsons.

"But for honesty's sake...I like physical exertions. The kind that make me pant and sweat, make my heart beat faster and my muscles ache in just the right way..."

He trailed off for a second, smirking almost insolently, the look in his eyes confirming exactly what he was talking about, before the familiar, polite charm was once more woven into his features.

"So, wrestling, perhaps? What about yourself?"
 
Ezza allowed her hand to linger on Seth's arm far longer than would have been considered appropriate, finding that she enjoyed the feeling of his hard, sinewy muscles more than expected. For all of the luxuries that she'd managed to supply herself with in her new mountain home, the company of a man was perhaps the one thing that had been severely lacking, so it didn't take more than a look and a touch to whet her appetite. Controlling her impulses had never been Ezza's forte, and she suddenly found herself having to try quite hard to restrain herself.

Despite her general reprehension towards the nobility in general, Ezza couldn't deny the weakness that she could often have for their cultured charm and overflowing confidence. She'd been surrounded by nobles for the better part of her life, and it seemed that there was nothing that she could do to avoid them for long, not even hiding out in the middle of nowhere.

When she matched his gaze, the sorceress' golden eyes scintillated with intensity, contrasting her casual body language. "Mmmm, you're naughty..." she purred playfully, her elongated canines peeking out of her mouth again as she smiled knowingly at Seth.

Finally retracting her hand from his arm, she made sure to brush a few strands of his long black hair on the way back, allowing them to slip over her dainty fingers while the sensation sent a small tingle through her body. The thought of him panting and sweating running through her thoughts was also making the blood run hotter through her veins. Ezza had already decided that she'd turn those thoughts into reality, and that could even come with the bonus of coaxing out the true reason for Seth's visit out of him, since she'd often known men to be far less guarded and more open after some vigorous 'wrestling'.

"Take your belt and trousers off and I'll show you," she told him with a hungry voice that brooked no argument. Shifting on to her hands and knees, Ezzaraith's body suddenly went from relaxed to tense with excitement, her back arched and tail wagging up in the air in anticipation as she crawled halfway around the basket of goodies towards Seth. She was stalking like like a predatory cat would stalk its prey, eyes narrowing slightly, mouth left suggestively agape, tongue poking out to wet her pillowy upper lip.

"Don't make me ask twice..." Ezza breathed almost menacingly, her body starting to coil slightly on her legs, ready to pounce.

It had been far, far too long already, she wasn't going to wait a moment longer.
 
Now, how could Seth say no to such an enticing command? He enjoyed docile, courtly ladies just fine...but there was nothing quite like a woman who knew what she wanted, and how to get it. The desire swirling in those fascinating golden eyes beckoned him, as did the hunger in Ezzaraith's voice. His smile widened, the familiar roguish glint entering his eyes once more, princely reserve forgotten in face of brutally honest instincts.

His hand fell from his knee, lazily stroking along his strong thigh, drawing attention to the seam of his pants - the flame of his passion was ever so easy to incite, and already his shaft was half-mast, outlining the fabric. Judging from the size of that bulge, the rumor that Arcadian royals were "blessed" in the size of their weapons was no idle gossip. Both hands settled on his belt, not fumbling, but undoing it with almost deliberate lethargy. He was eager, of course, if that wasn't brazenly obvious from his stirring manhood, but the speed with which he removed his belt was a demonstration of control. He would set the pace, not Ezzaraith, or anyone else. Nevertheless, it seemed as though the Draconian sorceress would get her treat. The belt buckle undone, the prince moving as though he was about to undo the rest of his pants --

If only. He struck faster than lightning, all those battle-hardened sinews unfurling with incredible speed. Ezzaraith fancied herself a predator and Seth her meal, but this prince was no idle pushover. Not even for the promise of so enticing a treat would he relent an ounce of control in their first meeting. Strong hands seized the sorceress by her horns, and, using them as though a handlebar, he pushed her face-first into the bear rug in one swift motion, even as he swung his leg over her back, mounting her as surely as he mounted his war-steed. He wasn't going to hurt her of course - what a waste that would be. But if they were going to fuck, it would be on his terms.

His hands sought her wrists before she knew even to struggle, putting the famed speed and agility of a Swordmaster to good use. He shifted his weight lower, pushing her more fully into the rug. His erection pressed firmly against the curvature of her ass, the heat felt even through cloth.

"I'm afraid I'm atrocious at taking orders..."

He murmured, licking along the helix of her ear, grinding his stiffening cock against her ass suggestively. Bringing her wrists together, seizing the both of them with a single hand. The other trailed down her arm, her sides, before sneaking between their bodies.

"I've heard interesting tales about Draconians..."

He breathed, voice gaining a husky quality as his arousal grew.

"Something about an incredibly sensitive tail..."

His fingers seized around the base of her tail, thumbing at it, stroking almost inquisitively, as if to test his theory. His grip firm, but gentle; he did not elevate himself, continuing to grind against her even as he toyed with her tail.

"Is it true? Don't make me ask twice."

A small, dark chuckle as he quoted her, having effectively turned the tables.
 
Ezzaraith's predatory eyes zeroed in on the pronounced bulge in Seth's trousers, her heart beginning to race faster as she tried to guess the man's size. At the very least, she could already tell that he was quite well endowed.

She could also tell that he was deliberately taking his time, making her wait with bated breath, but she allowed it for now. Ezza could appreciate a little bit of teasing, it would only make the reward that much sweeter in the end. Her smile only grew more bewitching when her handsome prey finally started on the laces of his pants and she readied herself to pounce on him...

Only to be pounced on first! The sorceress could hardly even gasp before finding herself face down into the rug, Seth having suddenly morphed into a blue of motion before her eyes as if he'd been under the effects of a haste spell. Ezza bucked impetuously as she felt him climbing on to her back, still holding on to her horns like reins as if she were some sort of animal meant to be ridden. How humiliating!

Ezza's face flushed with a darker shade of reddish-pink while Seth continued to overpower her, easily pinning her wrists with one of his much larger hands. She was already beginning to invoke her magic to blast the audacious Arcadian into the stone wall when the wetness of his tongue and warmth of his breath along her subtly pointed ear caused the spell to fizzle, the air around them crackling with arcane energy.

The sorceress could only partially muffle a light moan as Seth's throaty voice bore into her mind while a hot, rigid slab of meat ground against the cleft of her ass, wedging the material of her skirt into it and making her clit swell with pressure. When he mentioned her tail, Ezza didn't have any time to react before one of those strong hands wrapped around its base, causing her eyes to widen and her entire body to go tense as an arrow.

A similar reaction to what one might expect from a cat under similar circumstances, but for very different reasons. Ezzaraith's breath caught in her throat, her tail twitching a bit in Seth's grip as her excitement spiked suddenly. It made her feel incredibly vulnerable, and yet at the same time, the way that Seth was attempting - rather successfully, thus far - to dominate her was also remarkably arousing.

When he repeated her own words tauntingly, Ezza's highly competitive nature flared up fiercely. It was at that moment that she decided to meet the challenge without relying upon her magic, wishing to beat the Arcadian noble at his own wicked game.

"Nngghhh..." the sorceress groaned, writhing futilely beneath Seth as she seemed to struggle, though truthfully it was only to distract him. "Here's another fun fact!"

In the blink of an eye, the upper portion of Ezzaraith's tail coiled itself twice around the human's throat like a constricting snake, squeezing tightly enough enough so that he would hardly be able to draw breath. Feeling more of Seth's warm flesh pressed firmly against her sensitive appendage forced another soft moan from the sorceress' lips, but she didn't let up. "Other than being incredibly sensitive, our tails are also around seven times stronger than an average human male's arm. Funny how people always omit that part." The self-satisfaction was palpable in Ezza's voice while she made the gravity of Seth's predicament clear to him.

"Still feeling playful?" Ezza taunted, giggling mischievously as she flicked the very tip of her tail against one of Seth's earlobes and gyrated her ass sensually beneath him.
 
Ezzaraith wasn't the only one to make a mistake on this fine day. Seth was too used to submissive women, beautiful, fragile flowers and spread out and blushed as they invited him inside. Even female soldiers, assassins, only ever mustered up a playful fight, yielding as soon as the strong prince had their wrists pinned and their back against the sheets. One couldn't exactly blame them; who really dared, after all, to lay a hand upon the Crown Prince? Not to mention that he really was quite strong, quite fast; even if they wanted to resist a little harder, to drag the play out a little longer, they simply lacked the ability to do so.

A shortfall Ezza did not seem to share, the woman keeping her head even in such a seemingly hopeless circumstance. When she tensed, the Arcadian royal only increased his devilish ministrations, stroking along the base of that sensitive tail, firmer, scraping his blunt nails lightly against the smooth skin. He kissed upon the slight elongation of her ear, licking and toying with the sharpened tip. He even ground himself, not only against her cheeks, but against the side of her tail, with every enticing thrust, something equally distracting for the both of them.

The way she squirmed and writhed only aroused him further, his breath coming quicker as the urge to claim her grew. The way she groaned, rubbed back against him...this woman was intoxicating. But she was so much more than that, and he paid for his blindness soon enough. The strong, agile length struck as if a coiled snake, catching him by surprise, constricting his throat and windpipe before he could even react. He immediately jerked back, instincts demanding he retreat from the pressure, but there was no escape, the tail behind his neck pressing just as insistently as the segment against his throat.

"Nnrgg,"

A faint, gasping groan, both of his hands left her as he straightened up and attempted to pry the length from his throat. He registered her words, barely, his world focused on the vice-like grip seizing him. Seth knew well every chokehold and every grip, how to turn his head toward the elbow and escape, how to buck off his attacker. But this...even with the crushing strength aside, there was simply no crook whatsoever from which he could catch relief. Even his capable hands, so used to guiding a blade through flesh and bone, could not do more than force his fingers between the tail and his rapidly bruising skin, something that barely helped his airflow. He remembered his swords. But her words were mischievous still, and, if they were true, she could just as easily crush his throat with nothing but a flex of her tail. She hasn't chosen to do so, and he wasn't about to give her a reason.

"I..." Another desperate gasp for air. "Yield."

Words he haven't spoken since a boy, training against his older brothers. Words that made his skin flush even in spite of the painfully thin oxygen in his lungs. A humiliation he did not ever recall feeling. His weight had shifted to his knees, having straightened his back during his endeavors. But whether or not Seth would admit it, his body was honest; he was hard as ever, if not more so. Even now his length strained against the black fabric, the criss-crossing laces at his crotch having been undone. She needn't even to disrobe his further, only to pull and release the binds. Something he realized as well, and it only added to his embarrassment and vulnerability. At her mercy, literally.
 
Another small moan escaped Ezzaraith's lips as Seth desperately struggled to find some sort of hold on her tail so that he might try to pry it loose, but impressive as his muscles were, this was one contest of strength in which he was hopelessly outmatched. The pressure that Ezza was exerting on his throat oscillated slightly, increasing and decreasing in a rhythmic pattern while her arousal continued to build, her womanhood already wet and glistening beneath her skirt.

Even more exhilarating than the hands wrestling with her tail or the hard cock pushing firmly against her ass and the base of her tail was the faint sound of Seth's surrender. The sorceress was quite certain that the prideful Arcadian noble did not do very much yielding on a daily basis, which only made the words sound that much sweeter to her ears.

A wave of heat swept through Ezza's body as she basked in the glory of her triumph for a few moments longer, not yet loosening her grip, perhaps making Seth think that she didn't plan on showing any mercy. Let him sweat a little bit.

When she was finally satisfied, Ezza yanked the man off of her roughly, throwing him down on his back as she uncoiled her tail from his neck to release him. Pushing herself back on to all fours, she carelessly tore her skirt off in a single motion, making it easier to move and crawl over Seth while he recovered. Placing her hands on either side of his legs, Ezza slowly worked her way up with the most eager smile upon her lips until her face was hovering just above his.

"I think that you might be hiding a funny little tail too, hmmm?" she asked jubilantly, placing her right hand against the center of Seth's strong chest. Her hand slowly wandered southwards, feeling Seth's well defined abs through the soft fabric of his shirt before reaching the thing that she was really after. "Ooh, or perhaps not so little!" Her eyes widened and her eyebrows rose up in mock surprise when she fondled his iron-hard shaft through his trousers. The small diamond shaped pieces of flesh which bulged slightly through the taut laces of Seth's pants burned intensely against her palm.

"Now..." Ezzaraith started, leaning down further, sticking her tongue out so that she could lick Seth's face starting from his chin, then over his soft thin lips and the tip of his nose before diverting to the side over his cheek, finishing with a flick against his earlobe. Meanwhile, she wiggled his cock a bit with her hand until the bulbous tip was fully peeking and explored it with the pad of her middle finger, tracing shrinking circles over it until she finally reached the tiny little slit in the middle, this time brushing up and down over it lightly. "Since you were such a naughty boy, you're going to beg if you want anything else, and I highly suggest that you make it convincing," Ezza breathed into Seth's ear before swallowing up his tender little earlobe, suckling and swirling her tongue over it.
 
And still the pressure did not relent. He wrenched at the constraining length more desperately, brow furrowed and mouth agape, gasping in whatever air he could. A hint of panic finally making its way into those ever composed crimsons, and the first beads of his sweat rolled down his temple. With every passing second, less and less oxygen reached his muscles, quelling his struggles further. He was starting to feel a little dizzy, spots dancing behind his eyes, when, just as suddenly as she had seized him, she threw him and finally released his throat.

"Haa......haa......."

He panted, greedily sucking in the air, expelling a few ragged coughs as a hand gingerly braced against his own throat, as if to assess the damage. The other braced against the ground, cushioning his fall, a completely reflexive move. Both elbows on the ground besides him now, he propped his upper body up to gaze at the sorceress crawling up. The smug way she was gazing at him made him swallow thickly; his lance twitched against its cruel confines, confirming his excitement. A hand upon his chest, easily forcing him back against the ground. Are sorceresses usually this strong? Or perhaps it was due to her split bloodline? He dimly wondered, briefly considering if he had bitten off more than he could chew. Thoughts expunged as her sure hand traced down his torso, his abs clenched in its path, each powerful abdominal contracting from not fear, but arousal.

"Nn...."

A groan as Seth threw his head back against the ground, his hair pooling in rivers of black, intermingling with her own red locks. She licked away the beads of sweat, tasting his flesh in a way none dared. His eyes met those predatory golds even as he shuddered beneath her ministrations, those teasing words and the deft touch too much for him to keep still. This was not Ezza's first time, if that wasn't painfully obvious already. Her touch too sure, too practiced, so easily seeking out his weak spots. He moaned again, weakly thrusting against her fingers, his leverage poor in this current position.

Her words were humiliating. He does not beg. He almost rebuked, but managed to bite down on his thin lips and swallow his protest. She had more than demonstrated her prowess, both physical and magical, and his vulnerable, twitching cock was in her hand. Now would be a very poor time to earn her ire.

"I...implore you." He started, blushing even to the tip of his ears at every word. "Please...? Ezza? I'll be good..."
 
Seth's pleading made Ezza laugh wolfishly while she continued to work his earlobe with her mouth, giving it a few more sucks before letting go with a light pop and tickling the inside of his ear with her tongue instead. "Please what, cutie?" she whispered innocently into his ear. "How can I know what you want if you don't tell me, hmm?" Ezza was enjoying this far too much to let him off the hook that easily, even if it meant denying and driving herself crazy for a while longer. It was so worth it, watching the proud Arcadian noble squirm and beg underneath her. Yes, she was going to make him speak his desires out loud, make him say the words.

Her fingers went back to fiddle with the strings of Seth's pants, tugging lightly, threatening to undo them if she would just pull a teeny bit harder, but still she denied him even that small favor. "I can do this all day..." That probably wasn't true with the way that her body was burning up and her clit was swelling almost painfully, but she still managed to sound very convincing.

Ezza shifted her fingers again, this time placing her fingertips in a ring along the ridge of Seth's large phallus, enjoying the way that she could feel every little bump as she twisted back and forth slowly and gently. Her cunt clenched hard and her mouth started to water while she kept playing with his splendid manhood, making it quite the challenge to keep playing her game, but Ezza forced herself to keep it together a bit longer, hoping that Seth gave in before she lost control.
 
Seth flushed again at her question, her intent obvious. They both knew Ezza wasn't confused at all as to what he wanted, but was clearly saying it to embarrass him, to force him to not yield once, but twice, to not only submit, but to beseech her touch. He hesitated, chewing on his lip even as his hands clawed at the bear rug. He wanted to reach out and embrace her, to flip the both of them over onto the rug. It would be so easy, he could practically taste her lips, the pair below; all he needed to do was buck her off and flip her over, and he could slide himself into her with one smooth thrust...

But the still burning skin upon his throat warned him against transgressing against her again. Her fingers and tongue supremely distracting at that. He was completely erect now, the criss-crossing strings cutting against his shaft with an edge of pain. A pain dulled by the pleasure she saw fit to continuously torment him with. Every action deliberate, pounding against the dam of his resistance, clawing at his self-control.

He had half a mind to test her words, to see if she could indeed continue this much longer. Although her teasing words were playful, it was hard to miss the desire in her voice, much less her rising body temperature, so obvious even through cloth. His ample experience interpreted all the hints in the only way possible - she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. He licked his lips, growling softly as she continued to toy with the crown of his shaft; he twitched in her hands, his impressive blade demanding not her fingers, but to plunge into her no doubt dripping hole. His hands rose to grasp at her hips, simply holding instead of compelling, honoring his promise to be good. Seth chose his next words carefully.

"Please..." He began, words briefly interrupted by a groan as her fingertip scraped against his sensitive frenulum. But he knew she wanted more, wanted a more lewd, explicit admission, and he would allow her this small victory. "Sheath my cock with your cunt...ride me, however you want. I want to hear you moan." He purred, his husky voice dropping an octave lower, breathed in such a way clearly intended to arouse. Words hardly submissive, but crystal clear. He thrusted against her hand again, tempting her with his heated, hardened meat. His girth such that her fingers could not completely wrap around him, an impressive manhood that would no doubt fill her, stretch her, and pleasure her in just the right way. Would she fulfill the both of their desires?
 
The cadence of Ezza's heart increased when Seth's hands came to rest on her hips and he confessed his desires in greater detail. She picked up on the fact that he was cheating a little bit, going rather light on the actual begging, but his words were enough to make her shudder with anticipation and she was far past caring at that point. Besides, Ezzaraith much preferred him to remain feisty rather than to completely submit so readily, so this arrangement suited her.

"Now I know what it takes to make you talk," the sorceress teased, her voice sultry and syrupy as she nipped at the side of Seth's neck for a few moments before pulling back to sit up on her knees, straddling his thighs.

Ezza's golden eyes overflowed with all of the glee and wonder of a young child unwrapping gifts on her nameday as she swiped down at the laces Seth's trousers, releasing his massive instrument at long last. Now that she watched it spring up in all of its unbridled glory, Ezza could hardly believe how thick and long Seth's cock really was, surpassing even the estimation that she'd gotten after touching and playing with it a bit through his pants.

Grabbing the beast near its base with one hand to pull it further upright, she found that her fingers were too short to even wrap the whole way around! Feeling him twitch excitedly in her hand, Ezza scooted forward until the underside of his shaft was pressed against her hairless mound and her belly, touching it through the laces of her bodice. Her mouth actually remained half agape when she saw how far past her navel the dark and engorged head of his cock reached.

Ezza had to push herself up into a squat just to get high enough that she could guide the throbbing monster towards the opening of her womanhood, which was already sopping wet and eager to receive it. Her legs trembled subtly as she lowered herself just enough to stroke the crown of Seth's cock through her slit several times, amply coating it in her fluids before proceeding.

Even with all of that lubrication, it was still quite a stretch when Ezza began lowering herself further, considerably more than anything she'd felt before. "Uuuhh...uuuugggghhhnnnn!!" The entrance to her cunt burned with equal parts pain and exhilaration as the bulbous tip of Seth's phallus continued to force it wider, but she had no intention of giving up.

Ezzaraith's eyes started to roll back into her head just slightly when she finally managed to accommodate the entire crown of Seth's manhood inside of her, her slick inner walls clenching down around it from all sides like a vice as they too were stretched beyond their previous limits. She was only able to take a couple more inches before having to stop for a breather, already panting heavily, sweat beginning to pearl upon her pink flesh.

"Aahhh...aaahhh...Seven Sins...aahhh...you're going to split me in two..." Ezza breathed, leaning forward a bit to lean her free hand against Seth's impossibly firm abs, the other one still gripping the lower portion of his shaft, starting to stroke it slowly.
 
The corner of his lips curled in a triumphant smirk as she pulled back and straightened, apparently satisfied with his response. She has had her chance at making him beg...should he ever gain the upper-hand, Seth hardly planned on being quite so merciful. But any planned revenge would have to wait, the prince quite captivated with the sight before him. Ezza's breasts bounced inside the velvet confines as she rose, the generous strip revealing just enough to make his mouth water. Even through the fabric he could see her stiffened nipples, twin peaks that beckoned him for a taste. Something he would have to sample later.

But for now, he breathed a soft sigh of relief as she finally freed him; his cock throbbed eagerly as it sprung up, guided by her hand. The head glistened with the first drops of his pre, the veins circling his shaft pulsing faintly with his heartbeat. Ezza's excitement at being presented with his full length was palpable, enough to bring a familiar smugness to his features. Never had even one maiden complained of his length and girth, unless he counted their whimpers when he finally slid instead. Something that often took some doing.

Ezza seemed to realize it as well, choosing to grind her wet slit against his cock before any daring attempts. Her juices mixed with his pre, polishing his glans until the blood-engorged head shined. His fingers, having followed her ascent, dug into her hips a little more firmly. He couldn't help it; she looked so radiant, so sensual, and she felt incredible against him. He wanted more, and only with great discipline that he stilled his hips, not yet thrusting into her. Letting her take her time, acclimating herself to his massive, steely length.

It was trying to wait, the way her entrance squeezed his sensitive crown near maddening. His abs clenched harshly, his own breathing growing more erratic as she continued in her ministrations. His eyes were trained upon her glistening netherlips, the way she slowly but surely took him inside, one inch at a time.

"Nngh....you are so tight..."

His brows slightly furrowed with the influx of pleasure, the way her walls was gripping him making his cock throb all the more eagerly. His blunt nails dug against her hips, indenting the skin. He was almost glad for the slow pace. The way her walls massaged him too sensuous, too stimulating, that he had to grit his teeth to keep his rising pleasure at bay. She was so incredibly tight and wet, a combination that was doing wonders for his cock. A lesser man might have already spilled his seeds into her, especially after all the teasing. But Seth was determined to see it through.

"Relax...spread your legs more..."

Even as he spoke, the ever audacious prince decided to try his luck. His touch followed the curve of her waist, up her sides, before he cupped her generous breasts through her bodice in his large palms. Gazing into her eyes as he kneaded, seeing what pressure she liked. A little rougher, his palms massaging into those stiffed peaks.
 
Relax! That was easy for Seth to say, he wasn't the one taking that colossal rod inside his body! Still, even though it was something of a challenge, the exquisitely intense sensation of fullness that Ezza was already being rewarded with made the effort so worthwhile. Meanwhile. her breasts felt heavy and swollen from arousal, and it was a welcome relief when Seth moved those large, masculine hands up to show them some attention.

Rapturous waves of heat dispersed throughout her entire body, making it easier for Eszza to follow Seth's advice of relaxing. Returning his gaze, almost losing herself in those uncanny ruby-like eyes while long strands of her hair tickled his upper body, she drew in a deep breath, holding it for a moment. When Ezza exhaled through her mouth, all of her muscles loosened up somewhat, and she boldly impaled herself on Sheth's manhood, taking it as deep as she could manage.

Her legs trembled as she squatted down over him, her tongue practically wagging out of her mouth from the overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim, every square inch of her stretched inner walls grinding against Seth's burning hot shaft. "UuuuuUUUUNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUHHHCKK!!" His glans thumped and brushed against the soft, tender flesh surrounding the tiny opening of her cervix, making her entire pussy twitch around him. The sensation was so intense that it teetered the line between bliss and agony.

Ezza could hardly think, her mind melting to mush, but her frenzied instincts told her exactly what she wanted, guiding her as she placed her second hand over Seth's firms pecs and pushed herself up, shifting on to the balls of her feet. When only the head of Seth's cock remained inside of her, Ezza allowed gravity to bring her back down, reveling in the way that her vaginal canal tightened only to be rammed wide open again. Doing it again, and again, she settled into a slow rhythm, groaning deeply with every bounce, her eyes glazing over slightly as she continued to lose herself in Seth's crimson orbs.

"So deeeeep...oh gods it's so deep..."
 
A Swordmaster's manual dexterity did not only extend to wielding a blade, as Ezza was no doubt learning. His palms continued to knead into her generous breasts, squeezing and massaging, even as his thumb and forefinger seized her peaks through cloth. The bodice did nothing to reduce the stimulation, if anything, the added friction of velvet only felt more pleasant. Grinding his thumbs against her peaks with rough knead, surprising her with an occasional pinch or tug. He was gentle at first, but, as she seemed not to mind, his motions grew bolder and harsher. Rolling faster, flickering them, alternating between rough and gentle, ever keeping her on her toes.

A ministration that briefly ceased, but quickly resumed, as she impaled herself on his engorged lance. She wasn't the only one that cried out in pleasure; Seth's voice joining hers as he grunted and cursed. It had felt incredible even when she was only taking a few inches of him inside, and now, she'd managed nearly his entire length. Only a little more than an inch remained unsheathed, the rest of his burning, throbbing meat filled her moist passage. The sudden assault of pleasure surprised him - his hands tightened reflectively, his nails digging into her peaks with a spark of pain. Something he rectified amid heavy breathing, once more easing into a more controlled, but hardly gentle, pace.

He had been, thus far, content to let her ride him. Each slow bob inundating him with pleasure, but he wanted more. Seth wasn't the kind of guy that lazed around making the woman do all the work. No, his pride demanded that buckle up and take control. If she throws him down again, so be it, but life wasn't worth living without taking a few risks. "Rrrgh," With a commanding growl, he heaved himself up with nothing more than a flex of his abs, his torso meeting hers. His hands left her breast to circle around her waist, settling on her pert rear, stabilizing her as he bucked up into her.

A forceful thrust, hilting himself into her fully, every last inch embraced by her folds as their hips met for the first time. Not just her folds, he groaned as his sensitive glans forced through that tight ring of muscle, the additional stimulation making his cock twitch excitedly inside her. And again, lifting her into the air before letting her fall, meeting her halfway as he slammed into her again. Seth was setting the pace now, even with Ezza still astride him. Every powerful thrust driving his point home - she was riding no meek elk, but a muscular, imperious stallion armed and trained for war.
 
Whatever measure of control that Ezza had managed to wrest away from Seth only minutes earlier was already little more than a faint memory, her composure rapidly disintegrating as the Arcadian pummeled her with his unyielding manhood. Perhaps applying some of his battlefield strategy, Seth continued to attack on a second front as well, doubling Ezza's excitement with the way that he fervently molested her breasts.

He showed her no quarter, no restraint, not mistaking her for some fragile maiden who might wilt under his touch, and that drove Ezzaraith absolutely wild. Her breaths came shallow and sharp in between cries of pleasure as she increased the rhythm of her bouncing, making Seth's cock feel like a continuous pillar of divine heat pumping through her.

Despite being far from a newcomer to sex, this was unlike anything that Ezza had ever experienced before, and her new human friend was not finished surprising her just yet. Before she knew what was happening, they were torso to torso, face to face, and the most extreme blend of pleasure and pain lanced through her to the very core as Seth's member pierced into her womb.

"NNNNNYYYYYAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Ezza howled deliriously, flinging her head back, her body stiffening as the tiny opening of her cervix was stretched impossibly wide by the invading crown Seth's cock. She threw her arms over his shoulders, five fingers digging into the back of his scalp while five more raked a line up across his spine, leaving bright red streaks even through the fabric of his shirt.

The sorceress held on as if for dear life when he bucked his hips up into her like a wild bull, savagely impaling her cunt and womb again and again. The ambient air crackled with magical energy, making both their bodies tingle vividly as the sorceress crested towards a brutal climax. Her tail thrashed violently against the bear fur, causing Ezza another spike of euphoric agony before the long appendage whipped back around, coiling tightly around the base of Seth's manhood.

Matching the rhythm of his powerful thrusts, Ezza frenziedly pumped the lower portion of his cock with her tail, overloading her own senses with pure ecstasy. Ezza's juices flooded around Seth's meat as she clenched down hard around it, her cries devolving into desperate squeals, heralding her impending orgasm.
 
An answering growl matched Ezza's cry as her ecstasy only seemed to increase his zeal. Seth's hands dug into her hips, nails sinking mercilessly into skin even as he impaled her form upon his cock thrust after thrust. His heart pounded, breath ragged, as he plunged into and ravaged her insides in the most pleasant way possible, claiming not only her cunt, but even her womb with every hilting thrust. Her nails upon his back only drove him more wild, his eyes narrow and animalisitc, brows furrowed as he panted for breath. Every thrust made his cock clench with need, his length impossibly hard, a tension building at the base, the need to spill his seeds increasing.

His movements grew jerky and rough, bringing her not even half-way up from his cock before slamming into her again, settling into a faster, uncontrolled pace as his restraint slipped. It was so good, the friction, the heat, the ever tight squeeze of her walls. He could feel her clench around him, as if her walls were intent on milking him as she drew closer to her peak. He groaned, beads of sweat forming on his chest, his temples, glistening upon skin. Choking back his pleasure, willing himself to last as he pounded her all the more savagely, resolute in bringing her to a glorious finish.

A noble goal, one made nearly impossible as her tail joined the fray. The dexterous length wrapped around the base of his manhood, squeezing and rubbing and furiously pumping him, in rhythm with each needy buck. His eyes snapped shut as a strained growl tore from him. His whole body trembling with tension. His will compelled him to piston into her a few more times, but the ache in his loins only grew with every thrust until he could take no more.

Leaning forward, he blindly sought her flesh by touch alone. "Come for me," an urgent growl, before he lurched forward and bit down harshly upon her jugular, marking the skin, muffling his own cries of pleasure as his climax overtook him. His whole body tensed, fingers digging into her flesh as his seed exploded out of his twitching member in molten streaks. Burning ropes of cum to fill her womb, coating her walls, and still the excess was leaking out. Finally relenting from the bite, his face hidden into the crook of her neck, he panted heavily, the remnant of his pleasures coursing through every vein.
 
Ravenously throwing her hips back and forth while Seth mauled them with his strong fingers, bouncing her over his twitching manhood, Ezza grinded into and against him however she could, no longer even attempting to match his rhythm. Her sensitive breasts were crushed against Seth's chest by the frantic gyrations, stiff nipples poking him through the fabric of her bodice, somehow adding yet another layer to the seemingly impossible level of rapture.

The sorceress' only response to Seth's terse, growled command was an almost tortured sounding moan, her ability to string syllables together in a comprehensive manner having left her as dense clouds of arousal and ecstasy enveloped her mind, leaving it blank of anything else. Teeth sunk into the sensitive flesh of her throat as Seth continued to ravage her, and Ezzaraith reveled in every moment of it, crazing more, harder, harder! Far from denying her, Seth plowed into her spasming cunt with all of his considerable might, drilling her cervix without restraint, bringing her right to the edge as the pressure in her body became unbearable.

The molten eruption deep within her womb was more than enough to tip Ezza over the edge, shoving her violently instead. Even as he filled her with thick ropes of hot burning hot seed, her tail tightened around the base of his manhood and her inner walls contracted rapaciously around it, trying to extract every last drop. Ezza's nails sunk deeper into Seth's back while her other hand grabbed a fistful of raven hair behind the nape of his neck, yanking hard as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure wracked her body, each one accompanied by a gush of her warm juices splashing across their bellies and thighs. With her eyes rolling back into her head and her mouth wide agape, her screams came out as barely audible squawks as even her vocal chords faltered.

Leaning the side of her head hard against his, trapping him there between it and her shoulder, Ezza didn't let up her frenzied grinding for at least thirty seconds while her orgasm continued to drag on, not caring if he was already spent, extorting every ounce of pleasure that she could from the experience before finally slowing to a halt with a shudder. Collapsing on to her knees, she kept his manhood fully buried inside of her, trembling thighs squeezing tightly against him to keep him in place. The sorceress let go of the grip she had on Seth's hair, instead stroking it delicately with her fingers, whinnying softly as she desperately sucked air back into her lungs, her chest heaving against his. Her tail also uncoiled itself from around his cock to go lazily stroke over the warm flesh of his leg.

"Ahhh...aahhhh.......are you ready to...aahh...tell me why you came? I mean...aahhhh...you know what I mean..." the sorceress breathed some time later when she'd regained enough composure to speak.
 
Seth winced at the sudden yank, the sorceress treating his raven locks as if reins with which one would restrain a stallion. A wince, but no complaint, the rough ministration only causing him to bare his teeth again, snarling unseen as he once more bit into the tanned flesh, leaving another rapidly reddening mark. Harsher even than his last bite, suckling upon the mark, making his pleasure known in that roughness Ezza seemed to like.

A deep groan as she rode him a moment longer, using him for her own pleasure. It was her boldness that drew him in, the way she so confidently wielded and asserted her own sexuality. It was all very intriguing to the prince, so different yet appealing from the noblewomen he was used to. His cock twitched inside her again, sensitive from his recent orgasm. A soft growl as his nails bit into her harsher, the idea of claiming her once again making its way into his mind. One he only relented as she seemed to settle from her peak, choosing instead to question him.

His grasp loosened, holding her close still, but no longer digging into her flesh the way he had before. Placing a few brief kisses upon his marks before pulling back, slowly, untangling his hair from hers as he left the comfortable nook of her throat, seeking her eyes.

"I came seeking a certain sorceress..." He remarked, an amused grin tugging at his lips, making it abundantly clear just to whom he was referring to. "I've heard many tales of her prowess and wisdom, but her beauty was grossly underestimated, in my honest opinion. But it would be rude to come offering nothing," a pause, studying her expression, "Thus, a question for a question, what is it that you desire, truly desire. There is little not within my power to procure."
 
Tilting her head back slightly, Ezza stretched her neck out, still feeling the heat of Seth's bite where he'd left his mark upon her flesh. "It's a good thing I don't need to explain this to my mother..." she purred, continuing to stroke his hair with fondness. However, despite how light the mood seemed now and the fact that his cock was still snugly buried inside of her, the sorceress was prepared to do what was necessary in order to ensure her own safety if she didn't like the answers that he had to give.

"My dear, I think you've got your sequencing backwards," Ezza started, her own lips curving up into a wry smirk. "You're supposed to flatter a woman before fucking her, not after."

Finally, as much as she didn't really want to, Ezza forced herself off of Seth, getting one last jolt of pleasure as his still partially hard manhood slid out of her cunt, her lips still trying to cling to it tightly the entire way. She would have loved to keep his cock stuffed inside of her all day, but being the first one to pull away in this situation was a bit of a power play, especially if she could use the promise of sex to her advantage further down the road at some point.

Laying down on her side in front of him, the sorceress seemed quite shameless about the cum slowly seeping out of her pussy and trickling down her thigh as she nonchalantly searched the basket for a sweet pastry to sink her teeth into. "And what makes you so sure that I'm not already perfectly content?" Ezza challenged, paying more attention to the pastry than to Seth. Of course, she was far from content, but she also wasn't about to just give up her greatest desires so that he would have ample ammunition with which to try to manipulate her.

"I've got all the luxuries I need, a nice view, fresh air, peace and quietude - usually, anyways." Her eyes drifted back up towards him. "Enough with the foreplay, at least for now. You didn't come all the way out here out of the goodness of your heart to make my wishes come true, so come out with it already. What does the all powerful Arcadian noble want from the humble sorceress responsible for slaying hundreds of his countrymen?" Ezza decided to bluntly tackle the elephant in the room, or cave.

"And I do sincerely hope you haven't come for my head. I'd hate to have to add one more to my tally," she added, hungrily tearing into the pastry as her slit eyes lost some of their softness, taking on a subtly menacing edge.
 
He handled her departure with the utmost grace. Unlike the sorceress who seemed content lounging about with almost feline grace, Seth seemed intent on cleansing himself. Fetching a silken handkerchief from his inventory, he set out cleaning up the mess, from himself, anyway. The dirtied fabric was pocketed even as he undid the fastenings to his pants. But for the sweat still glistening attractively upon his skin and his sex-flushed complexion, one would hardly be able to tell what the prince had just been engaged in. There was something about the sorceress' confidence of course, the way she was so at ease with his cum dripping out of her still. But there was power in composure too, in looking so precisely groomed and decorous, wearing an air of confidence and poise befitting one of his station.

A lift of brow at her last assertion, the prince reached for his yet uneaten meal. Taking a chunk out of it and swallowing, making her wait, before he even went about answering the question. "Surely, Ezza, this is not how one intent upon your head would behave?" A gesture at the tasty morsel she was currently devouring, "and here I thought myself quite the gracious guest."

A pause, his expression ever charming even as he broached a more serious topic. "Would I fault a dragon for being born with fangs? That would be utter foolishness." Gazing into her golden eyes all the while, making it clear to whom he was addressing the modified adage to. "Similarly, I wouldn't fault you for having fought under Zaria's banners, for what is a dragon that choose not to use her fangs?" A subtle provocation in his words, making it clear just what he thought about her "contentment" about peace and solitude in the mountains. "Not to mention...if you were truly so zealous in supporting that coward of a monarch, you wouldn't have suddenly disappeared now, would you..."

Another hearty bite at his sandwich, studying Ezza's expression all the while, before he continued. "But I'll cut to the chase. I want you to fight for me. Not only that, but to share your knowledge and wisdom... You might've heard, Arcadia have triumphed over the cowardly Zarian king. And that leaves but one enemy that dare assault our vaunted gates. Help me fight them, and in turn, I promise you that I shall secure whatever it is that you desire as long as it is within my power to do so. I, the Crown Prince of Arcadia, Seth von Irion, promise you this." A pause, "but of course, if you truly lacked no desire beyond these woods...then I shall depart after this meal."
 
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