Festival of Warring Races ||Lagertha x Google||

[Lagertha]

Vaeri Norris had grown up in the city of elves, among her own people. Unlike other races, elves lived for relatively longer than the others, so when a child was born it brought much enjoyment and when death came, it made the whole society silent. There had once been a time when many Elven children were born at once, though over the centuries it had dwindled in numbers, to the point when Vaeri was born only about three other children were born with her. This made the other elves more protective of the children, and also of Vaeri because..she was someone special, someone of royalty.

Vaeri had never much liked being a princess, the crowns were too big for her small head, and her family would never make one to fit her as they did not have many children anymore, and she would have eventually grown into it. At least they had hoped. To keep Vaeri safe, she had been taken under ground in the sparkling city of Ati-Po to study the history of elves, to study the other languages among the lands, to study their enemies, and to see where her talents lied. Unlike her many brothers and sister, Vaeri had about twenty-two siblings in total in varying ages among which the closest to her age was about one hundred years old, Vaeri had an unbelievable gift with numbers. Ever since she was about five, she loved math and working with numbers, and as Vaeri grew older, she became fascinated with keep track of any sort of numbers. It was no surprise when Vaeri turned ten that her father, King Eluis, gave her treasury over the whole dominion of elves, though to much displeasure among the much older of elves who did not trust such a young one. Vaeri had paid no mind, to the threats, to the way the ancient elves of her race glared at her at any sort of meeting, at any sort of council they held, she only did what she enjoyed, what she loved. Which of course was keeping track of any sort of money, numbers, supplies, anything that needed fix among the law of numbers, Vaeri kept track of.

As Vaeri turned closer to the age of sixteen, many of the elves in her society frowned upon her as the King kept her in the spot pf treasury holder. They knew all too well Vaeri would be much smaller than any other elf, and she was the runt of the species so to speak. Vaeri only stood at about 5'0, where as the next smallest elf in height was around 5'8, and thus her father had to break down and have things crafted for her that would fit her small stature, as none of the hand me downs would stay on her like they had hoped. Not only that, they did not like the idea of a child sitting among the council, debating over numbers like they were idiots as she grew closer to a rebellious age, one of which the guards had to keep a closer eye on the girl. Vaeri, annoyed, had protested against the others speaking ill of her, of treating her like some child they had seen all too closely, but things had began to reveal themselves as Vaeri turned fourteen.

"There once was a time.." Her older brother Yiluk, age of three hundred and forty, had began to tell her a story about a time long ago before she was ever born, "..father put a young elf among the council, to take hold and keep track of anything unspeakable in the military. The boy had only been about eleven, close to an age of rebellion when it had started, his madness." Vaeri had frowned at the words, as her older brother Yiluk had cuddled her, comforting her as she cried. "He had began to hide things from the king, to take weapons, armors, money, food, and hide it in places the King would never find. The boy was smart enough, to know we burred our dead with valuables, and he had all the tombs of the old kings and queens excavated to extract the goods from their tombs. Needless to say the boy had turned fourteen on the council with his military power, and with the things he had hidden from the book of treasury he had tried to cause a rebellion against our father to take hold of his lands." Yiluk, had seemed displeased with remembering the images, but he had lived that moment once, when he was but a child himself and had been there in person to witness the event. "Do you know why the other elves hate you so much?" Vaeri had shaken her pale face, her jaw was sharp, sturdy, but it was a sign of the family she came from, everyone had the same sharp jaw line in the Norris lineage. Still, Vaeri could not see the point Yiluk was getting to, why any of this story was suppose to make sense to her in the first place, why she should care. She knew long ago, her father had replaced the entire council, which consisted now of eighty members in a long circular table, of all walks of lives from the richest to the poorest of elves, all of them were much older than Vaeri. "That boy that tried to over rule our father, and the treasurer who tried to help him were fathers own siblings. Of which both had different motives for wanting the crown. The other elves in the council fear you will take the same fate his own brothers had, and they aren't sure father will be able to dispose of his own beloved daughter like he had to his brothers." Vaeri had understood then, a father and daughter had a different bond then brothers did and it was not uncommon for siblings to feud over the crown, but she had understood why the council gave her odd looks now.

Vaeri had turned fifteen easily, without question she had grown slightly more into her body. Still her height had not changed but her breasts had blossomed into the size of 36d, perky and ample and she never wore bras. Vaeri was a toned thing, she enjoyed running, climbing, playing with others around her age and the "children" of the elves that never let their childish side die. Vaeri's skin was the color of snow and her hair was the scarlet of the sun, unlike her siblings who enjoyed being outdoors and tanned quite easily like her father, Vaeri was mostly inside and never really ever tanned. In fact, one of her favorite things to joke about was; "I never tan, I only turn red and peel like a banana." Her eyes were a mixture of colors, blue, threads of purple, silver, green, often she heard the term hazel as her eyes seemed to shift in certain colors whenever they liked, but she preferred to call her eyes the color of the sky. Vaeri held the same features as many of her family, high brows, strong jaw, straight nose, but there were other features that set her apart from her siblings. Her eyes were large, her eyelashes were thick and full but had a red hue to them that looked even brighter against her pale skin, her brows were the same hue as her eyelashes a deeper mahogany color, and her lips were naturally a dark deep red. She had often heard women much older than her, comment on how jealous of her beauty, how they wished they could be as naturally transfixing as Vaeri was. "Such is the royal bloodlines of the Norris family.." Vaeri often heard the servants speak of the family, annoyed that they couldn't be an unique looking, but she had learned to block them out and ignore them. It wasn't like Vaeri took interest in any males of her life, and the women were just as uninteresting to her, she only worked, worked and worked to keep the kingdom in a blossoming state.

However, as Vaeri turned sixteen, things had changed between the races and her father had drawled them all to the council room to discuss what none of them wished to hear. Vaeri had stayed in the back of the meeting room, the room was lined in white porcelain, the center of the room had an opening in the ceiling where the middle of the round table did not exist, only ground stayed in view, and snowflakes fell from the opening of the room to pool in the center of the room. The table as well, round, seats for eighty members, the biggest of being the king's seat, were covered in a dusty layer of snow as well, but no one moved to sit in the chairs as her father had sat down to tell them of what was transpiring.

"As many of you know.." King Eluis had began, the room was filled with his children, and his many wives, he had roughly forty, though many had died over childbirth. "..We have been warring with the other races for too long now. I have come to agreement with the Minotaurs, Tauren as some of you enjoy calling them, to bring our warring nations together in peace." Her father, had he stood, would have stood at roughly eight feet four inches, he was ripped after many centuries of war, and his body was covered in scars up along his arms, but most of the scars were hidden beyond below the pelts he wore. Even as he sat, he still sat straight at around 6'2, the chair was short enough to the ground he wouldn't look overly imposing to any who sat across from him. "I do not wish to hear any words of disobedience, there is no debating this. I do not trust them, but millions of years have passed between our two races, and I wish for peace between us before I am dead and gone and the next heir rules." The room had been silent, Yiluk had stood in front of Vaeri blocking her view, but Vaeri had not cared as she stared at the floor listening. "We are to have a festival to celebrate this union, I suggest you to drink, eat, enjoy the festival of our union and let us make the best of the treaty as we can." King Eluis had stood them, dusting off his many furs to quit the meeting of his family, but one of her sisters had moved forward, standing on the round table across from her father. Huffing, King Eluis had pointed to her, "What is it Uio? What must you speak? Speak now or hold your tongue!" He was angered, that much Vaeri had known.
"Father..as much as we might all be pleased our warring will soon cease with these...creatures..should we not make plans in case this treaty goes sour?" Uio had spoken, her voice was rough and hitched on certain wars. Much like some of Vaeri's brother and her father, Uio had been in war, and had once lost her ability to speak, of which she had refused to lose, and had taught herself how to speak once more despite claims of other elves saying she never would. Vaeri huffed, not really wishing to hear the rest of the conversation, but Yulik had grabbed her arm, stopping her from leaving.
"Vaeri..you should stay and listen to this.." Yulik has whispered in her ear in a comforting voice, Vaeri has paused, allowing Yulik to hold her still as they all waited for King Eluis response to Uio's question, a question all of them wished answered before the festival.
"I have that all in order, my beloved Uio, please do not fear. We will have our military ready in case of invasion, and in case they choose to break our treaty. We will be prepared for it all..I will not send any of use there for festivals lightly, but we must act as though they are nothing more than mere friendly elves to us. Understood?" King Eluis rattled the room, shaking snow off the ruff that poured into the center of the room, collecting on the ground. The entire room was silent, except for the little replies of, "Yes sire." to their father's words.​

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Days had passed after that meeting, and the elves had began to set up a large enough festival for both races, in a predisclosed place that was between both lands and neutral. They had taken hold of a large castle that over looked the woods down below, the glistening city of Ati-Po, a city made out of spun glass and snow as it sat atop the mountains in the east. Unlike the whites, greens of the forest below, the castle itself was made of beige, golds, soft hints of silvers, and clays. There was a space, where the food had been sat up on tables, along with many drinks from all certain elvish families, rich to poor the poorer drinks were much stronger than the richer family ones much like moonshine, in the back of the opening of the room. Pillars lined the walls, holding up the top of the opening and the castle spanned on one level with many rooms, for sleeping for guests, as well as where others could go to play games with one another. This room however, was open to the elements, sat outside where the sun hit it allowing all the colors to glisten, there were many chairs or lounge areas sat up where some elves had made their way to in revealing clothing, loose beige dresses, loose tunics for the men or clothe that only wrapped around their legs, in the center of the room, was a large pool filled with gold water, big enough to hold around one hundred elves or fifty Minotaur and the pool fell off the side of the mountain, pouring into a water fall below. Of which, was safe to lean against the edge and look below at the land which some of the elves had already began to do. The only elves in this castle were the diplomats of the king, and his own children and wives.

Vaeri had entered the castle with her older brother Yulik, who stood at seven-three to her five feet, it was apparent they were siblings, the same jawline, similar facial features. Her brother had removed his armor, only wearing a long piece of beige cloth that wrapped around his butt and was held together by a single pin in the front. Vaeri, still had the fur coat wrapped around her small frame, not wishing to remove it as they moved into the larger area, the pool area that overlooked the lands. Her eyes flitered around as Yulik laughed at her.

"Try to relax Vaeri, it's not like we did not come unprepared if they try to start a fight." Yulik explained, excited, he was always ready for battle. "Here. Stay here. I know what will get you to relax!" Vaeri has watched him, sighing as he had scampered away from her. She looked around the room, some of the diplomats had already began to drink, laying on one another under the sun or in the pool over looking the lands as they laughed.

"They haven't shown yet, maybe none of them want this treaty.." Vaeri mused, as her brother returned with a strange pink drink in his hand, and a blue one in his other. He looked down at her smiling as he looked around the room at the elves, but he handed her the long glass of pink liquid.

"Most likely they are late to the party Vaeri. Does not mean we can not enjoy ourselves. These are the mating ground of us elves, though father says the Minotuars used to use it for the same reason long ago before we stole it from them." Yaulik sighed along with Vaeri, who seemed unamused, he took a quick swig of the blue liquid, downing it easily. His hand moved, pushing the glass closer to Vaeri's lips. "Come now! Enjoy the moment. If they don't show at least we can celebrate another day of your life little sister!"

"I suppose.." Vaeri shrugged her shoulders, lifting the glass to her lips as se swallowed it. Though her face twisted as she coughed, the alcohol was much stronger than she had expected, and Yulik laughed patting her back. "What in the Gods did you just hand me? That was not a serpents drink I'm used to!" Yulik smiled, pulling off Vaeri's black and white fur coat despite her squirming protests. Vaeri wore a very thin gold dress, there were pins on her shoulder that held it in place, and it hung loosely to her curves, stopping at her ankles and pooling on the ground behind her. Her long red hair was pulled into swirls on the side, a gold ribbon wrapped around her hair like a halo, and encompassed the larger part in the back that stopped below her ass at her back knees. She wore no bra, no underwear, of which was apparent if she moved a certain way.

"Relax little sister. It's some serpent mixture from the poorer of our realm, their drinks are much stronger but it'll help you relax quicker." Vaeri jerked her head to glare at her older brother, who smiled down at her. Her head spun quickly, the drink pouring through her small body quickly. "Son't move so suddenly, this is strong stuff. I'll give you lighter stuff later. First! Go enjoy yourself." Vaeri grunted, moving away from her brother, as he moved inside the castle to put away her coat. She stood in the center of the room, closer to the pool as she threw the glass on the ground, a servant came over with short hair cleaning up the mess as Vaeri sighed holding her head.

"I hate drinking." She mused, watching and listening to the laughter of the elves, but her face was turning a soft hue of red as she smiled. "Oh well."​

 

[DomG]

For Jandrax Dhakohr the idea of peace between his people and the Elves was an abomination, not while they still held lands that were so sacred to his people. Oh the Elves could claim that they had a valid claim to the lands as well but that hardly mattered, before they had ever set foot upon this continent the Minotaurs had ruled. Of course that had been thousands of years ago, many generations for both long lived races... the fact of the matter was that his people had been there first and every acre of land that the Elves occupied was rightfully the property of any Minotaur with the strength to claim and hold it.

That was the proper way to do things Jandrax reflected as he made his way towards the assembly place, towards the waiting shamans that would transport any who wanted to attend the festivities as well as make sure they could return to the labyrinth like cities of the Minotaur people at a moment's notice. The Elves had a royal family, hereditary leadership... it was a weakness. Minotaurs' had no kings, they only had war lords, the strongest and the most charismatic of their kind who could raise armies and lead in battle. To be a war lord one would need to earn the respect of those he would be leading, demonstrating that they were without peers. Jandrax had earned the title of war lord over a decade ago, a rather short period of time for a species that were gifted with unnaturally long lives that could be compared to what the Elves had, since then there had been no great wars but plenty of minor dust ups, conflicts along the borders, flare ups of tension and violence. While there had been no great war since he had earned his title the hundred and fifty year old minotaur had fought in such conflicts before, the marks still on his body.

This peace accord would not last, their people were far too different and their interests were diametrically opposed... to Jandrax this celebration would be a chance to him to know his enemy better, to see them off the battlefield and perhaps gain some insight into their behavior to make combatting them easier.

As he drew closer to the portal an Orc slave in chains stood nearby to take and set aside any weapons that might be carried by the minotaurs who were looking to attend, though Jandrax tried to move along without passing off his own weapons a look from one of the attending shamans was enough to make him hand over his massive maul, its unexpected weight almost making the Orc stumble as Jandrax stepped into the glowing green portal and was transported to the destination.

At the other side of the portal he emerged, not the first of his people to arrive though those who were there were standing near the portal as though waiting for someone to lead the. All they got was a grunt from Jandrax as he made his way towards the festival proper, falling into a ragged lined behind him.

Even standing with the others of his kind Jandrax stood out. His kind were on average around six and a half feet tall and far heavier built then just about any other race but Jandrax towered at seven feet four inches from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head, the long and curved horned that rose from his head adding another five inches if they were counted. His fur was black and glossy though in many places there were lines and patches of a dark grey that came from the scars he had received in battle, in particular a large number of them across his broad chest. One particular distinguishing feature of his was his left horn though, half its length had been shorn away by the blow of an elven sword when he had been just fifty years old and the missing length was replaced by a cap of polished steel that came to a terrible sharp point. All of this when combined with the way he carried himself, the arrogant swagger and cold confidence shining in his pale blue eyes, made it clear that this was not your average bull and even without his favored weapon he was not to be trifled with.

"Behave yourselves." He growled as a warning to those that followed him, knowing full well the trouble they would be in so close to the castle without any proper weapons. "And one of you pass me a barrel of dwarven ale."

That brought about some grumbling but eventually a cask was passed over to him and slung up onto a broad shoulder as he entered the festival, his eyes settling on a group of Elves who were dressed better than most and seemed to be drinking, making his way over to them to see what he might learn from the lips loosened by the strong drink he carried.

 

[Lagertha]

Vaeri had been expecting her brother to return right away to her side, as she tilted her head back to look up at the sun, halfway in the sky. It would set some hours later, but the sight of oranges overtaking the white clouds and cascading onto the party made her smile more. Vaeri normally would have taken to a lighten drink like her brother had downed, but she had been tricked into something stronger. At least for the most part, her muscle were loosening.

"They are coming!" An elf, ran in, a male thing holding a cloth to his front as he pointed down the hall. Most of the elves lounging only rose their drinks laughing as they cuddling and conversed about better times, times before they had moved to the lands and had to dispute over it. Even some of the elves in the pool had turned to look at the strange elven man before turning back to the view. Vaeri ignored the man, not amused with his claims.

"Why do I care?" She mustered as she moved about the room. Vaeri sat on one of the lounges by herself, away from the other elves as she looked at the strange elven made slump his head forward and scurry off back down the hallway.

"Another drink perhaps, sister?" The voice was raspy, and cut on certain words. Vaeri looked to her left, the same direction of the door, as the minotuars poured in through a line. She watched curiously as the first one to enter carrying a barrel over to the cluster of drunken elves who giggled and laughed at the creature. Her eyes saw also the outline of a dark skinned elf, dark black hair surrounded the woman's face, her pointed ears covered by her long hair, there was a familiar scar on her neck, a long slash from one end to the other. Unlike the rest of the elves, she was plaid in black armor, feathers on her shoulders, and she extended a ringed hand carrying another pink drink to Vaeri. Vaeri shoved the drink away frowning.

"As much as I love to play nice with you Uio, I will not be poisoned by you again." Vaeri spoke softly, hiccuping a bit. Uio's scarred thin lines pulled into an annoyed smug smile.

"You were six. Such a long time ago. Yet still you trust only Yulik." There was a scabbard on Uio's belt, that was empty of a weapon. Such was a feat they had taken as warriors to not show their weapon in front of their enemies.

"Yulik nursed me back to help after you grew so jealous of my stature and father's favor of me you began to poison my food. You were just learning to speak again if I recall." Vaeri raised a brow staring up at her sister, she stood nearly as tall as Yulik, at six feet seven, Vaeri was no match for the taller elves. "Besides. I'm not dumb enough anymore to trust you." Vaeri extended a hand as if to take the pink drink, instead she tilted it allowing the mixture to fall on the ground. It bubbled and oozed, crackling and eating away some of the beige marble and leaving a hole in the ground. "See? You see still hate me dear sister." Vaeri hissed the word out, as Uio glared down with could purple eyes. Uio grinned shrugging her arms at her sister.

"Such is the game of thrones, my little sister. I hope one day father sees the little nuisance you are and beheads you." Uio leaned closer to Vaeri's ear. Vaeri yawned, as if not amused as Uio tried to hide their quarreling among the other elves. "I would be pleased to cut you in half myself." Uio straightened her back laughing, Vaeri only looked at her coldly.

"Uio..dear older sister..how did you ever get that scare on your neck?" Vaeri pointed to the scar on Uio's neck as she grimaced at her. Vaeri sighed, looking away from her as a servant came up harboring more drinks. Vaeri simply took one smiling as the servant went away. She grabbed another pink drink, smelling it before she took a large swig. "If I recall from texts I read, you betrayed father at one point. Instead of beheading his own daughter, he sent one of your soldiers on the battlefield against you. Your solider, by father's order, sliced your throat so you could never speak illy of father again." Vaeri downed the glass as Uio snicked moving away, as if not wishing to hear the rest. Vaeri looked at her backside, smiling before she started laughing. The drink was taking to her quicker than others might, and some elves looked at her funny as she hiccuped.

Vaeri found herself moving to the cluster of elves on the other side of the room where the Minotaur were gathering. The back of her dress scooped low, hitting the arch of her butt which was covered by her long hair. There was a pair of three elves in a lounge, a female elf with two other women in her arms. Her pale blue eyes looked up at Vaeri as Vaeri stared down at her. The woman giggled lightly.

"Hello daughter of King Eluis. Will you drink with my brides and I?" The woman raised a large hand up with a glass smiling as her head inclined towards the Minotaur. "They are much late to the party, perhaps you could entice them to drink with us?" Vaeri looked over her shoulder at the creatures, her cheeks more red then before as she huffed,

"I am not interested in such matters as making Bull headed men drink what they cannot handle!" Vaeri's hands rested on her hips, the dress clung to her form more as she swayed lightly, hiccuping once again. "I will however most enjoy a drink with my beloved friend Aitu, and her two brides of the council!" Aitu, smiled up at Vaeri as she watched the young girl sway. Vaeri grasped a drink from a passing gold tray of a servant. A green mixture this time, and she clanked glasses kindly with Aitu who laughed.

"My, my Vaeri! Such is a great word of the beloved treasurer!" Aitu herself had seemed to be drinking, and her tongue slipped on words about Vaeri it mostly wouldn't have as well. Vaeri and Aitu rose their glasses, Vaeri's back to the Minotaur as she downed the green liquid. She gulped before leaning forward gasping at the taste as Aitu laughed at her. "Too strong?" Vaeri put a hand on her lips as she hiccuped.

"I'll be quite okay dear Aitu. I just-" Vaeri swirled around a little too fast, almost falling over as she stumbled. "Need to find my brother Yulik, have you see him?" Vaeri squinted her eyes looking in the crowd as she straightened herself. She was tripping over her own words.

"Not quite. Only when you first arrived. Drink more dear Vaeri!" Vaeri twisted back, raising a brow at Aitu who laughed at the girl. "You look like you've never drank real drinks before Vaeri!" Vaeri smiled, hands on her hips again as she began to giggle unable to control herself the more she went.

"I've drank you under the table before Aitu! Shall we go again?" Vaeri leaned over the woman who grinned. Aitu pointed to one of the bull men, as if challenging them.

"Let's see who can out drink one of them!" Aitu said sitting up and allowing the two woman on her to position themselves against her again as she waved her hand. "Servant! More drinks!" Vaeri grinned down at Aitu giggling slightly. "How about it? A game of drinks for our new companions!" Aitu tilted her head as Vaeri swayed looking over her shoulder at the strange creatures.​

 

[DomG]

The politics of Elven royalty would seem alien to any Minotaur, Jandrax was no exception to that. Since positions of power and authority were not hereditary among his kind so an attempt to assassinate someone in order to improve your odds of succession was entirely pointless. Poison was particularly worthless against a Minotaur as their particular physiology protected them from just about any poison that you could think of, secret it in their food and drink or coat your blade in it... most likely the best you could hope for was a rash or a case of indigestion. A waste of money all around and if that Minotaur was to notice it then you would soon be an immense amount of pain.

Of course Minotaurs tended to be different from just about every other race in the world in more then just their immunity to a variety of poisons. Among all the races that walked this world only Minotaurs were the only ones without their own females. Each and every single one of their kind was male. In order to reproduce they were uniquely gifted in that they were compatible with all of the humanoid races, capable of impregnating any and all of them. A male child would be born a Minotaur and grow up no different from any other Minotaurs while the females would be born the same species of their mother. Before the coming of humans and elves to this land Minotaurs would mate with Orc or Dwarf women but they had very much come to appreciate the variety now available to them.

Jandrax himself was quite partial to Elven pussy himself, often being able to indulge his tastes after a battle or with trips to higher end brothels in his city. For him the contradictory views, things of pleasure and arch foes, weren't a problem. In his opinion Minotaurs should rise up and take the entire world for their own. They had the strength, they had the drive, and it was their gods given right to take whatever they could. For the time being he would play nice though, no reason to start a fight in a place like this when he could just observe and enjoy himself. Perhaps latter on that day he would return home and visit one of those high end brothels and indulge his desires on a pliant Elvish whore or two.

Approaching a group of the better dressed Elven women he looked them all over with a slight smirk upon his face. None of them were anything less then quite beautiful and it appeared that they were indulging in some sort drinking game. He was quite content with games like this, a man of his size took quite a lot of liquor to actually get drunk and it was an interesting way to prove his superiority. “A game?” He rumbled with a raised eyebrow as one of the women called for more drinks to facilitate a game. “You seem to think you could out drink a minotaur?” Humor lacing his deep voice, the concept was so ridiculous that he couldn't even begin to be offended by the idea.

Spotting a couch that seemed to have been built to the proportions of his people he moved closer to it, still carrying the strong ale. He had not bothered wearing armor that day, a statement being made that he clearly didn't need it. Instead he was wearing loose pants of white linen, comfortable though if one looked closely it was possible to make out the outline of his cock down one leg of the pants, still flacid but already quite large and thick, starting to swell slowly at the scent of so many delicious little Elves around him, tempted to grab a few of them and drag them home for his amusement.

“So how are we going to do this?” He asked, breaking open the seal on the ale and quickly filling up a heavy mug that was nearly the size of an elven girls head. “Are we going to go drink for drink? Will we alternate drinks? Is there a prize for me when I win?” No if, in his mind it was a garuntee.

 

[Lagertha]

Aitu, the white haired elven woman with two other woman; one against her bare breasts, the others head resting in her clothed lap, was definitely less drunk than Vaeri was. She looked at the Minotaur as Vaeri watched him speak about a drinking game and sat down across from them in a large chair. Aitu busted out laughing when he asked about what he got if he won. "Well, you'll fine I don't fancy cocks as much as most elven women. I prefer pussy myself." Aitu grinned at him. She moved a hand on Vaeri's shoulder, swirling the girl around and allowing her to sit on the same chair as the trio. Vaeri sat along the edge, straightening her back and letting out a long sigh. "Let's make this interesting, shall we Vaeri? What do you say princess?" Vaeri looked at Aitu, squinting her eyes as she raised her chin, elegant like her mother might.

"I am the last princess of King Eluis, I am the treasury of all elven lands! I think I can handle any sort of drinking game! I think- I think- I think anything you wish to wager I won't lose Aitu! I always win!" Vaeri nodded her head, and hiccuped a bit as she did. Aitu's pale blue lips pulled into a laugh as she laughed at the hiccuping Vaeri. The white haired elf patted Vaeri on the back, rubbing it.

"Alright then! The two of us against you! If you drink both of us under the table..and Vaeri blacks out in a sense, well..then you can choose your prize of us." Aitu laughed at the thought, patting Vaeri again as she hiccuped. "Though I'm sure you'd prefer an elf that likes cock and won't squeal in disgust at the sight of it getting hard!" Aitu laughed loudly in Vaeri's ear, causing Vaeri to turn her ear away from the howling laughter.

"Aitu! So loud! Do you wish to wake the dead?" Vaeri leaned closer to Aitu, almost brushing her lips against Aitu's pale blue ones as she did so. Aitu only grinned steadying Vaeri.

"Perhaps! It will seem a most amusing fair if we win Vaeri! Won't your brothers and sister be most proud of our accomplishments?" Aitu knocked foreheads with Vaeri laughing. "Move Sati! Tuil!" Aitu pushed the woman off her, who grunted and stretch. Yawning, before they moved off Aitu, and gave her a dangerous look. "Please my loves, it's all good and fun! Besides! I'm the not the one who should be so worried about their virtue, though I don't Vaeri understands!" Aitu moved then as Sati, and Tuil moved away to another chair to cuddle together. She sat up, next to Vaeri not bothering to cover her small breasts as she took a sip of her drink. "Then, this is how it goes. For each drink, the other or others in our case, must drink as much and the same liquid! The person picking first gets to pick the drink, the others must follow. First one, or ones as Vaeri and I are a team, to vomit loses!" Aitu smiled at him, as Vaeri shook her head huffing. "Come now Vaeri! We shall hold your innocence as ransom!" Aitu wrapped an arm around Vaeri laughing at the idea.

"What happens if we win Aitu? What do we get?" Vaeri looked at Aitu curiously, who only grinned back at her. Vaeri, not getting an answer from Aitu looked at the strange bull man and huffed, hiccuping slightly. "What do we get if we win?"

"Do answer, and..how about you start us off?" Aitu grinned patting Vaeri on the back as she jumped hiccuping again.​

 

[DomG]

A princess was among the Elves gathered in the area around him, that was something of a surprise for Jandrax but a very welcome one. The only other time in the past that he had encountered the royalty of their kind had been on the battlefield, owing a few of his scars and the missing chunk of his horn to their sort though those encounters had not been one sided afairs, the Elves tending to leave the encounters with broken bones and missing teeth. The white haired one made a good point when she observed what he would prefer, she wasn’t wrong as a willing and pliant partner was far more preferable to one who found his very gender to be objectionable and a turn off. To take the princess home with him that night would be quite the prize, not only for the carnal aspects but also because of what might spill from the lips of the kingdoms treasurer while she was drunk.

Still he had to place his own bet to enter into this game properly. He thought for a few seconds before reaching into a pocket in the back of his pants, pulling out a small leather pouch that fit neatly in his palm, untying the hemp cord that bound it shut he dropped it down onto the small table before them, some of its contents falling out. Within the pouch there was a few pounds worth of metal ingots that shone nearly white in the light around them. “Gromil…” He grunted, suspecting both Elves would be able to recognize the exceptionally rare metal. Gromil was a particularly rare metal, difficult to come by and smelt but more than twice as strong steel and only about a fifth of its weight. That light weight made it a poor choice for forging the heavy hammers, mauls, and axes that Minotaurs favored but at the same time made it fantastic for blades and armor. This particular amount was worth a good deal, this much could easily be melted down to provide a strong coating for a complete set of armor, the ingots of it used as a particularly high valued denomination of coinage for Minotaurs… an insane bet if Jandrax hadn’t been absolutely certain that he would win a drinking contest against two Elves, one of which seemed almost at her limit already. Let them enjoy their dainty amounts of liquor, barely enough to even properly wet his tongue, the ale he had cracked open was a rather potent brew that he trusted to speed up his victory.



Offering him the first choice was something of a mistake and offering to match equal amounts rather then trying to find a rough equivalent based on size was an even bigger mistake. He easily outweighed the both of them and this was going to be his first drink of the day (not to mention the heavy breakfast he had consumed that morning as he suspected the food served at this would hardly be properly filling) so the advantage was his right from the start. “Hey, two more mugs.” He barked at a nearby minotaur, a specimen with brown fur, much smaller horns, and a ring through its nose, who was quick to produce two mugs the same size as the one Jandrax had poured for himself. In swift order both were filled, carefully poured to ensure a nice thick head of foam topped each mug.



“Not as refined as the fine wines that your kind is known to produce but it has its merits.” In particular being strong and carrying a slight taste of honey with black berries. “To your health ladies.” With a grin he set both mugs down before them, lifting his own and tilting it back, pouring the potent ale down his throat and draining the mug without much difficulty, giving a sigh of appreciation before using the back of his hand to wipe the foam away from his lips. “But please, take your time… I would hardly want to have this be called an unfair contest.” In his words a challenge though, almost daring them to prove they could do as he did, counting on their arrogance to be their undoing.

 

[Lagertha]

Vaeri waited patiently for the reply, but she seemed to not get it right away. Only, the creature in front of them piddled around in his large back pocket pulling something kind of pouch out that looked relatively strange to the two of them. Aitu looked as bewildered or more so then Vaeri herself as he opened the pouch, turned it over and poured out the silver ingots. The chunks clanked against a table, rattling the poor thing and threatening to break it in two. Aitu grasped the table with both her hands, looking at the peculiar metal as the male spoke. She shrugged, having no idea what the things importance could be.

"How do we know this is even of equal portion to our wager?" Aitu stated looking at the male curiously. She turned to Vaeri as the girl leaned forward, her hands going over the strange metal. She didn't hiccup, as if the brightness of the metal had some how sobered her a bit to hear what he was saying it was.

"Gromil...we haven't forged with this in centuries Aitu." Vaeri mused, rolling her small fingers over the ingots. She flicked her fingers against it, recoiling them in pain as she shook her hand. "Owe!" Vaeri sucked on the red fingers as Aitu looked at her laughing.

"Well! What did you think it was going to feel like when you flicked it Vaeri? Like a lamb's wool?" Aitu rattled with amusement, turning some of the other elves heads as more seemed to pour into the party. "Ahhh! Vaeri more of our kind arrive! Will your father be joining us?" Vaeri, sucking her fingers still as she rose a brow to Aitu's question.

"How would I know? He has forty wives! He may be busy!" Vaeri glared at Aitu for a moment as she turned to watch the bull man who sat across the table from them. She watched him bark an order, amused as a smaller Minotaur did as he asked, fetching two more mugs. She watched, curiosity striking her as he poured the mugs full, looking at the brim of froth as he extended his hand out. Vaeri and Aitu had to grasp the mugs with both hands, and Aitu looked at the substance with a disgusted expression. Vaeri looked at her, blank expression for a while. "You didn't think this through properly you know?" Aitu looked at Vaeri, before cracking up laughing.

"What do you care? I'm more wasted than you, I just hold my liquor better! Isn't that right girls?" Aitu rose her voice, raising the mug above her head. Sati and Tuil looked up, groaning and shaking their heads.

"She always drinks! Always!" Sati said, a tall blond woman.

"At least she's right she can hold her liquor, how many times she's gotten past the King plastered...I've lost count Sati." Tuil retorted, her hair was the color of emeralds, her eyes matched the color. "Have fun our love." Was all Tuil said afterwords before closing her eyes on Sati's chest. Aitu grinned, laughing roughly as Vaeri shook her head at her.

"Don't give me that look Vaeri! Seventy seven other council elders, of which only you and my brides seem to notice when I'm blitzed off my ass!" Aitu sat the mug in her lap, clapping her hands together above it. "Let's begin then Vaeri! He's already beating us!" Aitu exclaimed, pointing at the creature in front of them.

"You've set me up for failure yet again Aitu! This prize would have been worth winning had we had the proper numbers! This game is unfair! The number are in his favor! Needless to say you bet my virtue on such a stupid bet!" Vaeri was angry, but Atu ignored her, lifting the mug to her lips and chugging it as best she could. She down about a third of it, putting it down with froth on her upper lip.

"What can I say? I enjoy a good drink!" Aitu looked at Vaeri's twitching brows. "What?" Vaeri leaned forward, breaking out in laughter at the froth on Aitu's face, it dripping off the corners. "What is so funny you can't look me in the face Vaeri!"

"You look ridiculous Aitu! Get that off your lip!" Vaeri cackled, amused as Aitu grunted, wiping the froth off her arm. "Ahhh..Bottoms up then?" Atu grinned at Vaeri nudging her on the shoulder.

"That's the princess I know! Always up for a good challenge!" Aitu picked up her mug, drinking another third of it seemingly with no problem. Vaeri watched her bring the mug down before Aitu shrugged her shoulders. "I think we can win this Vaeri-" Aitu yawned, almost falling face first into the mug. She jerked back up looking at Vaeri who had only began to raise the mug to her lips. "Hey! Is that your second one already?" Aitu leaned in closer to Vaeri who looked at her strangely.

"Shut up Aitu! I need to concentrate!" Aitu grinned, as Vaeri snarled at her lifting the mug up and taking a few small gulps. She pushed her arms forward, making a disgusted face. "Ugh! This is the worst thing I've tasted!" Aitu couldn't hold back a cackle from the comment. "How can you even stand this Aitu? I thought the poor serpent wine was bad!" Aitu lifted her hands up, shrugging.

"I can't taste it tell you the truth! I'm too far gone in the liquor!" Aitu grinned, standing and placing the mug on the table. "Hurry up and catch up Vaeri!" Vaeri watched her, stumble a bit away and lean against a pillar. "I just need the bathroom!" Aitu grabbed her pale blue lips, before she turned to look at Vaeri. "Strong ale!" Aitu grinned through her hand before she ran down the hallway as fast as she could.

Vaeri hiccuped, looking at the ale she had only taken a few gulps of. She took a long breath, lifting it up to her lips again to drink some more, before putting it down. Barely, there was barely even a dent in it. "I won't surrender!" Vaeri hiccuped the words out as she started to drink more and more of the ale. Light weight as Vaeri was, she got about a sixteenth of the ale down before she placed the mug down, blinking as she looked around the party. She tried to keep her eyes open, but she squinted her eyes on the verge of passing out. "Aitu set me up for failure!" Vaeri grumbled the drunken slurred words.​

 

[DomG]

As the two Elves before him struggled with the sheer volume of the ale placed before him, the princess who would soon be his prize apparently also not particularly fond of the taste, Jandrax merely made himself comfortable by lounging back in his seat. He had seen the avarice in the eyes of the princess when she recognized the metal before her and he was well aware that the Elves hadn’t been able to acquire much of the raw ore in some time. It was a rare metal of course and Dwarves seemed to have a monopoly on it these days though Minotaurs would often sell their services as mercenaries to the mountain dwelling folk in exchange for the precious element. Elves, at least in his estimation, were far too proud to make such deals and given that Dwarves were cut throat in trade it was really the best way to get any quantity of the stuff.



To his eye both of the Elves were drunk, though the taller one handled her drink far better than the princess she was with. Perhaps it was experience that came with age though as always with their kind it was difficult to be sure which of them was actually the older one. The signs were there though, slight slurring of the speech, balance being just a touch off, and of course the scent of strong drink coming from both of them, the taller one had a much more potent trace of it though she displayed less of the signs then the princess was.



That was a curious thing to Jandrax, the princess was inebriated enough to perhaps think she and her companion stood some sort of chance but the other one appeared to have her faculties intact. If this was the case then why offer up the princess to him as his prize for winning, was this part of some royal political game or was it just one elf taking advantage of another for their own amusement. These people, never straight forward, always plotting and planning. Minotaurs were not stupid, in spite of the stereotype, but they were a rather straightforward people, seeing no point in convoluted schemes that made things overly complicated when a simple answer would get the same results all the quicker. It made Jandrax suspicious though the warmth from the two points of ale that he had just consumed and the mention by the princess of her virtue (could it be that his prize would be untouched?) were enough to make him cast aside the doubts. They couldn’t poison him, the little one would make a poor assassin if she tried to murder him outright, and if she turned out to be some sort of mage then her power would be severely dampened in a labyrinth city as Minotaur Shamans were always on the look out for a flare up of unfamiliar magic and were quick to drain it before any potent spells were cast.



If this was going to lead to an attempt on his life then it would be a poor one and if it was an attempt at espionage then he was being woefully underestimated.

As he relaxed he never stopped looking around, observing the relaxed behavior of the Elves, the decadence prevalent among most, picking out a few who carried themselves with the poise and grace of a warrior, sizing those up and considering how they might fare in a fight against his horde. So far what he was seeing didn’t impress him, this was far from the mighty kingdom that he had fought against for nearly a century, these people seemed to be little more than a collection of hedonists who wouldn’t have the courage for true and proper battle. Soon enough he would invade these lands, crush all opposition beneath him, and subjugate each and every one who survived so that they might learn their rightful place serving the strong.

“You must really want this gromil to allow yourself to be a part of this wager.” He oberserved, turning his full attention back onto the elven princess, eyes roaming over her hungrily. Even as he watched she was having to fight to stay conscious, not putting up to much of a fight but all the better for him. He felt he had seen enough of this festival and would be content leaving early if such a prize came with him. Raising his right arm he drew attention to a torc that was on his wrist, the two ends that bent up and were capped with stylized bull heads, the thin and twisting bands of metal that made it up were alternating the purest gold and finely wrought gromil. “Or perhaps you know that you will loose and entered for a different reason…” As he spoke the last words he moved his left hand down to his pants, adjusting his crotch and drawing attention to the evidence of his excitement, now partially engorged and given a better indication of its proper size.

Mockery in those words, wanting to discourage the princess, wanting her to accept that she was beaten already.

 

[Lagertha]

Vaeri picked up the mug again, trying to drink more of the ale but she shook her head. How had she let herself get in this sort of mess? Where was Yulik when she needed him? Where had Aitu ran off too? She closed her eyes as she drank, bringing the mug down and wiping her lip. At least, she had drank enough that she could not taste it, but Vaeri couldn't hold that much in her stomach. Her head turned to the right, seeing more of his kind pouring into the party space from the hallway. She inclined her head annoyed as she hiccuped.

"Of course I want that gromil!" Vaeri huffed at the wordings. "Those couple of ingots could muster enough armor for a couple hundred elven warriors! Needless to say my father would be most happy I drank one of you below the table!" Vaeri didn't really pay attention to him at first, scanning the room looking for her brother. She saw Uio, in the corner, in a darkened corner, talking to another knight, it was not hard to spot them all in black. Vaeri huffed, how she wished she could put Uio in her place.

Her attention turned back forward, hands still wrapped around the mug as she closed her eyes for a bit hiccuping. They opened, listening to his words as she watched him adjust himself. Her left brow rose, serious and cold, before a few seconds passed and Vaeri busted out laughing, stomping her small feet on the ground in amusement.

"Isn't that more of a weapon then a thing for pleasure?" Vaeri mused laughing, her eyes closed as she did so. "No sir. Had I not had three drinks prior to this, my head might have been screwed on tight enough I know what I was betting. I wouldn't have taken the chance." Vaeri chin rose before falling forward in another fit of laughter. "Besides! This is just all fun and games! Nothing serious!" Vaeri mused, as if she was taking the game of her virtue a joke. She brought the mug up to her mouth sipping it lightly before bringing it down again. Vaeri noticed his cock was getting hard and she only smiled and laughed. "Please don't get excited for me! You waste the fun!" Vaeri was joking, drunk and cheerful as she turned her head to the right to see Yulik pooling into the room again looking around for her. "Brother!" Vaeri rose the mug, calling to him as he turned and looked in her direction. Unlike Vaeri, his hair was an ash color, his eyes black to her green ones, and his skin was a dark tan.

"Vaeri, what are you doing?" Yulik had approached,looking down at her and the ale in her hand. She raised it laughing, he bent down smelling it before shaking his head in disgust. "Ugh. Dwarven ale, how disgusting." Yulik was no doubt a prince, he accepted nothing but the best. "How did you start drinking such a terrible thing?"

"Aitu.." Vaeri yawned, annoyed that her brother was treating her like a child. "Aitu wanted the bulls to start drinking with us! So she made a playful bet!"

"A playful bet? What was the playful bet sister?" Yulik looked angry, Vaeri never really drank she often hated it, and he could already tell she was too far gone to care much of the situation. She smiled up at him, before breaking out in laughter. "Well?" He stared down, not amused at all, but he never once looked in the direction of the Minotaur.

"My virtue! For his Gromil!" Vaeri laughed, as if it was a funny idea, a childish board game they might be playing. Annoyed, Yulik pulled the mug from her hands, setting it firmly on the small table next to the metal and letting the table rattle. "Oh no my drink! You've messed up the game Yulik!" Vaeri exclaimed, looking at the ale before looking up at her brother who bent down grabbing her arm.

"I think you are far too drunk to make sense of this. You'll be better in the morning. Apologies." Yulik picked her up on her feet, though Vaeri almost stumbled into the table as Yulik looked at the minotaur. Disgust was written all over his face. "My little sister should know better then to make bets she can't win. My Apologies sir. Let's go Vaeri. You can lay down in one of the rooms until you make sense of yourself." Vaeri huffed as he pulled her, trying to move away from the scene. She waved to the Minotaur laughing and smiling.

"Sorry sir! Please enjoy the party!" Vaeri grinned laughing as Yulik started to move to her, scooping her up in his arms as she hiccuped up. "May we get to drink again!" Vaeri said with a fist rose in the air as Yulik rolled his eyes turning around with her in his arms as she kicked and laughed. "You always spoil all the fun Yulik! I only get to be a child once!"

Yulik had gone back through the hallway as Vaeri had passed out in his arms, he did not bother to look behind him as he passed through several doors, before going to a white one and opening it. Inside was a relatively large room; bed, white sheets, white pillows, gold vases on top of pure gold tables, flowers of brilliant pinks were in the vases, there was also a lounge near floor to ceiling tall windows overlooking the lands, a few white cushions lined the open windows with white curtains, in front of the lounge. Yulik moved Vaeri over to the lounge, laying her down carefully on it. Her eyes opened, green hues looking at her brother curiously as she hiccuped, and he positioned her on her side so she could look out over the lands, the breeze moving the curtains slowly. He stood up, shaking his head at her.

"Stay here and rest Vaeri. I'll come collect you for home when the party is over. I must attend to things." Vaeri looked up at him, smiling before she began to giggle before covering her mouth as if she felt sick. Yulik rolled his eyes, grabbing a vase of flowers on the table next to the lounge. He pulled the flowers out, placing them back on the table before dumping the water out and putting the vase in front of her. "If you need to throw up, in there!" Yulik demanded. He sighed, brushing some of her hair out of her face as she relaxed in the lounge, closing her eyes before moving to the white door. "Don't let anyone in Vaeri...Vaeri?" Yulik stood in the doorway, looking back in but Vaeri didn't respond. He sighed again, shaking his head as he closed the white door behind him and made his way back down the hallway to rejoin the festival.​

 

[DomG]

Her comment about his cock being a weapon brought a smile to his face. Fully aroused it was 14 inches long and nearly four and a half thick at the base. After a battle when he had picked out a prisoner to enjoy Jandrax had gotten used to the look of fear in their eyes at the sight of his most personal 'weapon'. Hell he had come to enjoy that fear and the discomfort that he caused before the women became a accustomed to the massive insertion, some bordellos even charged him extra because the girls he picked were nearly useless for the rest of the day. Of course he was looking forward to showing the tiny Elf just how pliable her race was though, it would not be a comfortable fit for her at first but it hit places and stretched wider then any other man could ever accomplish.

Her idea that bet was just fun and games was woefully mistaken and betrayed just how uninformed about Minotaurs she was, a Minotaur did not take bets lightly and they always expected the other side to hold up their end even if they didn't quite grasp the full details of what they had gambled and lost. As far as he was concerned he wasn't just going to win her virtue, he would win the princess in her entirety. His face betrayed only a slight smirk st the thought, his chuckle could easily be coming from her comment about his cock.

In fact he was about to inform her how serious he was about the prize when they were interpreted, apparently by her brother. This man Jandrax eyed carefully, from the way he carried himself he wouldn't be just a prince but also a very skilled warrior. His nostrils flared as he took deep breaths, body tensing a little as he unconciously prepared for a fight. He had no doubt that if both were armed and met in battle the prince would provide him with a very interesting challenge, one Jandrax might not survive.

But bare handed, a good old fashion brawl could only end one way... And Jandrax wouldn't even need to use his horns. Oh he would enjoy it, every moment of it and he suspected the arrogant prince was also thinking in the same way. "Well a forfeit, even a forced one means I win." Jandrax gloated, putting a sloppy and drunken smile on his face, playing the drunk fool to ensure he wasn't taken too seriously. "I'll keep my bet and enjoy the fact that another Elf has learned their tolerance limits." A wide hand scooped up the ingots and slipped them back into the pouch, watching as his prize was carried away. It rankled him, it made his blood boil, that little Elf had become his by forfeit, to try and hide her away wouldn't keep him from what was his.

For another hour he mingled and drank, knowing at times eyes were on him, eventually making an excuse (very loudly) that he needed to relieve himself. By this time he was drunk, not terribly so but he was able to feel the ale he had downed.

With an exaggerated stumble he made his way from the party, putting his nose to work. Elves weren't as distinct from one another in smell as Minotaurs were but he was easily able to pick up the scent of a female elf who had drank the dwarven ale. He took his time, not hurrying, looking almost lost, until he was certain he had found the right doorway, quickly slipping inside.

And there she was, laid out for him perfectly, his prize. He stood for a few moments, considering wether to take her there or bring her to his home, easily moving a large armoire in front of the door to barricade it.

 

[Lagertha]

Vaeri had not even noticed when her brother had slipped form the room. Her brother was as arrogant as any Norris man, it came with the linage. They had waged wars over centuries, and won every one, and only the bravest stood next to the king on the battleground. However, there had not been an outright war in a century or so, Vaeri had learned. Little disputes, which they were, over land had erupted causing fighting and battles but it was hardly a full out war. Besides, that's why the treaty had been drafted, to prevent from another war from happening between the races. Vaeri had spent much of her childhood reading about the wars, studying them and costly effects it had taken over the kingdom, and since she had become treasurer she had never so much looked outside her work. Though she had come here, expecting a good thrill of the drink with some of her diplomats, enjoyment of watching the Minotaurs awkwardly try to fit in with their society, and relax from the daunting task of keeping hold of the city. Her brother, Yulik, had became sloppy over the last few decades, along with other of the lineage. They had not waged war in so long, it seemed all but forgotten, except for those who held it closest. Yulik, especially with a drink, did not think twice about not leaving guards at her door, there were plenty of other white doors, and he was ignorant to anything about Minotaur for he had never fought one himself, her sister Uio had after betraying King Eluis.

Vaeri had barfed some of the ale up, scooting the vase away from the lounge as she had twisted in the cushions, her back to the open windows. An hour had passed, uninterrupted, as she had slept soundly, exhausted from all the years of work she had gone through. Vaeri was also, like her brother, careless when it came to matters of protection. Laughably, it was Aitu's department for protection of the royal family, but as she was too blitzed to care or notice where any of them were, Vaeri was in the room alone, unguarded.

The door opening, made her eyes open for a moment. Finding only the black from the cushions being so close to her face as she huffed, wiping her sweating brow. The dress scooped low on her back, revealing her pale shoulder blades as her long hair hung off the side of the lounge. As the foot steps sounded, moving closer, Vaeri only closed her eyes again hiccuping, figuring it was nothing more than her brother Yulik coming to check on her.

The chair being moved didn't rattle her from her spot either. It was true, there was a big difference on bets between the races, where Minotaur were true to their word and always held the other accountable, it was nothing more than playful fun for Elves and none of them ever took any of it serious. Still, the figure loomed over her, blocking out the setting light from the open windows as the curtains fluttered in the soft warm breeze. Her shoulders bunched, as she curled up, arms moving in front of her face as she positioned herself not bothering to look who it was as she yawned.

"It is..time to leave?" Vaeri asked softly, slurring her words and hiccuping. She expected her brother to answer, though she was too drunk to care much if he really answered. Yulik had a habit of doing such a thing, not saying anything when he was ready to leave, simply pulling her along. Such was her brother, a stubborn old spoil sport of any type. No answer came however, as she expected and she relaxed her shoulders sighing. Slowly, Vaeri rolled on her back, hiccuping as she rubbed her eyes. "How long was I out?" Vaeri asked, as her hands moved resting next her face, her eyes not bothering to open as she nuzzled her face against one of the white pillows smacking her lips together from the ale still on her tongue. In a matter of seconds, her breathing steadied once more, minus the hiccuping, as she fell back to sleep.​

 

[DomG]

She was clearly out cold, Jandrax could tell the moment he entered the room. This place was sturdily built and clearly had been meant to last but he doubted the architects had planned it with the weight of a particularly large Minotaur in mind. The floor didn't break, nothing so dramatic as that but he could hear the wood creaking a little bit, knowing that if he were to stomp a foot there would be a clear break, shattered wood. Still he didn't bother doing that, no reason to be destructive without reason as the accord between their people still stood. That agreement said nothing of this kind of situation though, gave no recourse should an Elf enter into a game that she could not win and allow herself to be made the prize of a bet. The fact that this particular little one happened to be a daughter of the king mattered little in the grand scheme of things as far as the Minotaurs were concerned, the status of the girl was immaterial as the bet had been entered into on good faith.

He saw her move when he approached the bed to get a better look at her, heard her speak softly, smiling to himself. In that moment his mind was made up about what he would do, as much fun as it would be to climb into that bed with her it was far to risky in that moment. The noises, the creaking and likely breaking of the bed would bring attention to this room even if guards had not been posted, for all of their arrogance and self assurance Elves were not known for being particularly stupid. The moment it was noticed that this room was barricaded word would quickly spread and soon armed guards would actually arrive... and as confident as the Minotaur was in his ability to fight he also knew that the numbers would soon be able to bring him down, especially as he was without weapons.

Jandrax couldn't indulge himself in that moment though it was exceptionally tempting to do just that. Instead the best path that laid before him was to snatch her up and have a shaman transport him home as quickly as possible. Peeking through the curtains he saw that they weren't actually very far from where the shamans had remained, a few Minotaurs already leaving and Jandrax suspected that it wouldn't be long until they all chose to leave. This was the perfect time for him to go and with a small snort he turned away from the open window and back towards his prize princess. “It is indeed time to leave.” He assured her, looking about the room for anything in particular that he might want to take with him. Noting about the room seemed to be particularly valuable aside from the unconscious princess.

Not too much time was wasted from that point on, knowing he couldn't just throw the princess over his shoulder Jandrax took hold of the sheets, hands moving with surprising dexterity as he gathered them all up and tucked the princess into something of a bundle, knowing that holding her in this fashion would likely force her to curl up a bit and make her appear much smaller. To all the world he would look like just a Minotaur carrying some winnings in a sheet with him on his way home. Then, holding the bundle tight to his chest and making sure it was as secure as possible he took a step through the open window and dropped a few feet to the ground, the revelers so caught up in their decadence that he appeared to go Unnoticed as he began to stride towards the shamans. He was moving quickly, not running but not exactly taking his time as he went, passing by several others on their way out. Approaching the first unoccupied shaman that he saw Jandrax raised his arm to display the torc he wore there, the shaman ran his fingers over it, to himself at the sight of the bundle as though he knew what was inside, and then conjured a portal for Jandrax to step through, hidden enchantments in the torc letting him know just where the Minotaur who stood before him lived.

Two steps, that was all it took, and they were inside of his home, just before the and thick wood that made up his front door. Inside it was dark, not nearly as well lit as the Elves had kept the festival, a number of oil lamps hanging from the high ceiling casting a dim glow as the flames had been turned down low before he left. Still he was able to see well enough, this was his home and he knew it intimately. This was only the first floor of the home, to his right was a stairwell leading upward and he swiftly began to climb it, first one flight and then the second to bring him to the third floor of his home... his bedchambers.

Though perhaps not as large as the rooms of Elven royalty might be it was still rather spacious, in part because it was built to a Minotaurs scale rather then that of a smaller race. The walls were formed from closely fitted stone bricks the color of freshly tilled soil, in place of any art work hung a variety of banners taken from fallen foes, the wall to his left when he arrived on the floor had a large number of weapons hanging from it. Towards the far side of the room was his bed, a massive affair, large even for a man of his frame and monstrous in size compared to his prize. Comfortable furniture was spread about and the third floor was mostly open though to the right was the only separate room. When he purchased this place Jandrax had paid for renovations and through the door to that separate room was the master bath. Dwarven engineers had been paid handsomely to install modern plumbing, hot and cold running water, the greatest of comforts.

None of that mattered in the least though, Jandrax took a few steps into the room and then tossed the bundled sheets he carried onto his bed. “Wake up princess...” He grumbled loudly, rolling his neck and stretching slowly. “It is time to make good on our bet.”

 

[Lagertha]

In all truth, Vaeri Norris had not had a good nights rest in years. Accompanied with fruity strong wines, and the strong dwarven ale, it had easily knocked her out, over consumption. If the skys were to fall and smash the place to pieces, it was doubtful Vaeri might have even truly stirred. She only managed to nuzzled her head further into the pillow as the floor creaked, her pointed ears twitching.

Vaeri rolled onto her back, halfway with her legs still bunched together and curled up. Her hands rested on either side of the pillow, her lips parting as she breathed peacefully. Her breasts, were hidden softly and thinly behind the lose opaque fabric of her dress, but her legs remained together as he loomed over her. Still, the drinking had caused her nipples to harden, as if naturally was a side effect of her heavy drinking.

"Mmm.." Vaeri groaned when the sheets were pulled from the lounge, and were started to wrap around her. She did not fight him, simply she wrapped her arms around herself and curled up into a tight fetal position as the warm sheets wrapped around her small frame. There was no doubt then, no one would question what he was carrying. They would muse it must have been other spoils, for there were no other elves as small as Vaeri was. She was abnormal in a sense, the runt of the litter of elves.

Vaeri didn't even muster awake really, maybe for a bit, as he jumped out the window. She hiccuped as they hit the ground, but otherwise she was relatively quiet over the chatter of Minotaur, clanking of hooves, and the howling laughter of the partying elves. As well as some sounds of pleasure could be heard, no doubt elves mating as they often did in this place. Vaeri simply snuggled against the chest through the sheets, as if she had known it her whole life. "Yulik.." Vaeri muttered the word, the name rather, before they got closer to the gate with the shaman. After all, Yulik had been her protector, out of all her siblings he was the closest to her, and she thought of him as a father figure in a sense. The only real time she saw her actual father was during meetings, or discussing the treasury, and she had grown up watching her mother from afar. Likely, Vaeri couldn't even tell which one of King Eluis wives was her actual birth mother, the majority of them all looked like a sea of faces to the child. She felt him moving his arms and hit his chest, as if fluffing a pillow, before snuggling back against it. Though her fists were much smaller than other elves, and it likely didn't hurt the big oaf.

She hiccuped again, once they made it through the portal, the portal disappearing behind them as she tried to get more comfortable. Yet, the Minotaur walked with her like a baby bundle against his chest as he moved through his house, stirring Vaeri slightly, but not completely waking her from the sound and soft hue of light filtering in through the white sheets. The ride up the stairs was bumpy, causing the girl to bounce and giggle, and hiccup in her sleep as if she was on a water bed before relaxing again. Only when he moved to his bedchambers, took the package from his chest and tossed her on the large bed wrapped in sheets.

First, Vaeri's right eye opened to the sight of white sheets over her face. She heard the low murmuring of a male voice, as her left eyes opened. Vaeri noted she was on a bed, and stretched her whole body out. Her arms were first, parting the sheets from her face as she yawned, her legs next before she arched her stomach up, head back to stretch further. Then, when the white sheets were halfway off her body, a strap falling on her left shoulder, did she blink and look at him curiously. Her eyes were still glazed over from the drink, but her deep lips pulled into a grin before she had a fit of giggles again. "Ahh! Are we going to continue the game of drink then?" Vaeri mused, a hand on her left cheek. "Did you wish to joke about your weapon again?" Vaeri grinned smugly, as if not really knowing what was going on from the amount of drink she had consumed. "I could swear you'd split any girl in two by the girth of it let alone the length." Her face was red, mostly from the drink, as she spoke lewdly, saying things she might have ever tapped on had she not been so laced. "This is a peculiar room.." Vaeri laid back on the white sheets closing her eyes as she hiccuped again. "Fancy things for fancy elves I suppose."​

 

[DomG]

When she first sat up from the bundle that had been throne to the bed Jandrax had trouble taking his eyes off the princess that had become his prize. Clearly she was still rather inebriated but with one strap of her dress falling to the side and exposing even more of her delicate flesh to his eyes he really would have had a hard time caring any less then he did at that moment. He could feel his own body responding to her, the linen of his pants not as loose as it had been earlier, his swelling cock pressing against the material and threatening to cause stitching in the crotch to break. His breathin was heavier then before, nostrils flaring as another indicator of his arousal to anyone who knew how to look... Agression and arousal tied closely together for the Minotaur race.

"I do believe you lost the game Princess." Jandrax observed with a chuckle of his own, clearly amused by the girls behavior, entertained by how out of sorts she appeared to be. Her lack of sobriety didn't bother him in the least, he had won and there was no reason to delay any longer, not after he had shown so much retract after her brother had tried to deny what was his by right. "At least the vase that we left behind would seem to indicate your inability to hold your drink, not to mention that you did forfeit as well." That she had been made with withdraw meant less then nothing.

"You will get used to it." He commented as she joked once more about his size, approaching the bed and reaching out to peel away more of the sheets that obscured her from his sight, like unwrapping a present. "Though I hear most races can't compare after a woman has felt the power of a bull..." Oh he would enjoy ruining her body for any other, she would be reshaped into a toy for his pleasure.

No more was said, no need to correct her about where she was, no need to delay any more. With surprisingly deft fingers Jandrax undid the cord that held his pants up, letting them fall so that his cock could spring free, longer than the girls forearm and nearly as thick as one of her calves near the base. Unlike the rest of his body it lacked any cover of fur, instead being a vivid red color, emerging from the fur at his crotch, balls hanging between his legs were comparable in size to moderately sized melons, and from the tapered head of his cock (even at its thinnest still girthier then that of an average elf) a thick clear fluid was leaking down the shaft.

For a moment he stood there, to let her admire it, before he snatched her up my her ankles and pulled her up from the bed, letting her dangle in the air, letting her dress fall towards her shoulders and reveal that she wore nothing beneath it. "Did you dress just for me?" He asked with a chuckle, hot breath over her pretty little pussy as he lifted her to his mouth. At first he just let his breath tease her, enjoying her sent, before his lowered his mouth to her pussy and began to run his long and thick tongue over it in slow forceful strokes, savoring her taste.

 

[Lagertha]

It was true the top of her dress, that one strap, had fallen in such a manner it had exposed some of her upper breast. Even while she laid back, it still remained quite exposed, but Vaeri seemed not to care or mind in the least. However, when she heard his nostrils flared, Vaeri raised a brow opening her eyes to prop herself up with another hiccup. She watched the bull curiously, as if he might try to run her over.

"Did I? I don't remember losing.." Vaeri tried to think a moment before her dark red lips pulled into a smile and she busted out laughing. "..Then again I don't remember winning either!" She smiled, kindly, as he laughed in amusement, not caring if it was at her or not. "What vase?" Vaeri was quite confused, but she giggled again. "I can't remember a vase or leaving. I don't remember forfeiting anything either!" Vaeri retorted, her memory was hazy. She only remembered having a drink with the bull, though she had already been quite intoxicated at that point.

"Oh will I now?" Vaeri tilted her head, lifting her chin up about his comment of her getting used to the size of him. She could see clearly though, how aroused he had become, how thick his cock had cock had gotten while he stood in front of her. Vaeri squirmed, laughing as he moved closer and lightly pulled the sheets from her legs. The dress had kicked up a bit by her knees, but otherwise it left nothing exposed, just the part of her legs below the knees. "Don't tell me that's for me? I should be ashamed of such a thing." Vaeri couldn't help but laugh at his next comment about the power of a bull. She seemed not to really care about his comment. "I'm sure I wouldn't know that, Mister Bull. I'm not a whore in a brothel after all." The smile didn't leave her lips, she couldn't help it, the liquor taking control of her better judgement.

Vaeri watched with much amusement as he stood in front of her, her eyes following his hands as he began to undo his cord. Instinctively, her body responded, she bit her bottom lip watching him as his pants fell to the ground as if anticipating the moment before she busted out in a fit of giggles again. "Please Mister Bull! You'll kill a tiny thing like me with that massive sword!" Vaeri cracked up at the thought, she couldn't see it fitting anywhere near her, or inside of her, and the thought was amusing. In fact, the girl had never seen anyone really aroused for her in a manner. "I'm not as big as other elves." Vaeri finished as she looked up at his face raising her brows before she laughed again, her breasts jiggling with the motion.

When he grabbed her ankles, she giggled, trying to pull them away playfully and releasing she couldn't. Vaeri shrugged her arms, as if giving up before she squirmed as he pulled her up and held her by her ankles. The blood rushed to her head, making her laugh more as she squirmed while the dress fell from her body, easily slipping off her hips and off her breasts to stay around her shoulders, though it covered her view as he held her. "Dress for you? I hardly know you Mister Bull!" Vaeri laughed at her own comment. There was some hair on her pussy, not much just a patch going down it. Her pussy was tight, never having been touched before as well as her ass, and there was a soft glisten to it, no doubt the ale had aroused her. Her breasts were ample, perky, and her nipples were hard as well from the drink, small and pink. Vaeri shivered as his hot breath hit her arousal, making the girl wetter by the feel of it. "You are too close to be breathing there! Y-" Her words were cut off as he licked her, the feel of his rough tongue was something she had never felt before. His long was tongue was longer than expected and it felt as though it covered her whole mound with his saliva as he licked, the force making her head jerk back with a moan. "Ahh.." Vaeri groaned at the feel, not squirming or fighting really as she smiled again giggling and moaning in pleasure from his licks.​

 

[DomG]

Jandrax hadn't failed to notice the moisture on her perfect little slit, so tight and pristine looking, almost certainly untouched. The taste of her was like the finest of wines of his tongue, so little there at first but electrifying his every sense. This was not something he would do normally, the whores in a brothel were well used to serving men of impressive size so they did not need the particular attention and the conquests of a battle field were the captured foe who hardly deserved the consideration. Jandrax was cruel, he was something of a sadist, he wanted to hear the princess crying out with pain but he didn't want to do any permanent damage. To attempt to fuck her without any time spent preparing her would hurt the girl beyond reason and possibly for good. A broken elf was no fun for him at all so he was taking steps to protect her.

It was enjoyable though, not just the taste but the noises she made, driving him to press his tongue against her all the harder, tongue still moving slowly, covering her entire slit with a single lick over and over again before he began to press the tongue into her just a little bit, wanting to taste more and wanting to make sure she was entirely prepared for what would come.

As he moved her, Jandrax was able to feel her warm body against his fur, feeling the firm perfection of her tits against him. The dress was no doubt obscuring her view of him though and without even the slightest effort he tore her dress away, feeling it agreed under his fingers, letting the discarded scraps fall away to the ground. The fact that it had no doubt been immensely expensive didn't matter at all, he would dress her in the finest of silks when it pleased him or leave her bare when it suited his needs. Dressed in chains of fine good or decadent furs... She would be pleasing to him.

"You can put your own mouth to use." He barked at her, the hand that had torn away her dress giving her rear a slap, enjoying the way it made her body move. "It is in your best interest if I enjoy myself."

 

[Lagertha]

The amount of liquor Vaeri had consumed made the act all the more pleasurable. She had never been pleased in any form sexually, for she was just a child in an elf's long life span. However, the feel of his rough tongue, accompanied by the force of his strokes made her twist as she dangled in his hands, making noises she could not control. It seemed like, or so she had a brief thought, the louder the noises she made, the harder his tongue licked eliciting more loud moans from her. Then came the odd feeling of his tongue sliding inside of her teasingly, her brows furrowed in confusion before she let out a string of giggles with a questioning moan.

The feeling of his fur brushing against her hard nipples made her shiver, her legs buckling a bit as he continued to breath on her and lick her. Vaeri gasp however, when his fingers went down grasping her dress and tearing it from her. The straps snapped, and she watched the pins bounce on the ground below her, and her dress pool in shreds on the ground. Vaeri smiled, laughing in amusement as the sigh, before biting on her bottom lip with another loud moan.

Vaeri jumped, both from his barking orders and from the force of his hand spanking the flesh of her round pale ass. The force caused the cheek to jiggle, a soft hue of red accompanying the jiggle. Her brows rose, as she laughed at his words. "What happens if you don't? Are you going to break me?" Vaeri laughed at the thought, though her face dangled quite closely to his dripping cock, and she watched it bounce every time he moved against her. Vaeri did not mind, at least not at that moment, as she moved her mouth closer to his tip, licking it with her small tongue. She could not help but moan at the strong taste his precum gave, before giggling at the thought of trying to lick him or even put him in her mouth. Instead of saying anything though, transfixed on his cock, Vaeri moved her hands, to grip his length to help steady herself as she began to lick him, quite sloppy, but she still slurped as she licked up and down the tip of him.​

 

[DomG]

The fact that she wasn't taking him seriously was put off to the fact that she was extremely drunk and not entirely in control of her own actions. Soon enough she would need to learn how to properly respect him but for the time being Jandrax was willing to let her have her fun. He would make sure that she came to regret this behavior as soon as the night was over, in fact he was looking forward to fucking her so hard that she had trouble the next day, he wanted to coat her entire body in his seed so that anyone who happened to pass them by would know who it was that she belonged too by the scent alone. During the time he had to wait during her little nap Jandrax had contemplated quite a bit, if what she had said was true then this princess was responsible for the finances of her kingdom, though he doubted she had contemplated the full scope of her responsibilities that meant that she would be privy to any number of details that could be pieced together for a more complete view of the Elven military forces. It would take time but he could learn where the forces were stationed, how they were armed, and of course what their supply lines looked like.

TO most it would be mostly useless and incomprehensible information but Jandrax was confident that with patience and a little coaxing he could get everything he wanted out of his prize. The Elven lands would fall to him in time and all because of the pretty little plaything that was lapping at his cock. She didn't have much by way of experience, that much was obvious right away, but she was enthusiastic and energetic, earning a happy grunt of pleasure from her new master, her owner and lord. SO long as she kept this sort of attitude in place then everything would work out just fine for her and there wouldn't be an excessive amount of pain for her.

“You got a lot to learn.” He growled at her, raising his mouth from her cunt, licking at his snout for a little taste. It was a flavor that was nearly addictive to him, nothing ever to touch his tongue had ever compared to this before. “But I could eat your pretty little pussy for days...” He wasn't trying to get her off with his mouth though, it was something of a pity but he wanted to have her first taste of true ecstasy come from his cock as he made her his and a woman at the same time. “So I will take the time to teach you, before long I will have you lapping at my cock like a pro and begging for a taste of my cum.”

That was not some empty promise, he meant every single word of it and with a slight grunt, not of physical effort but instead the struggle of resisting his desire for pleasure. Back onto the edge of the bed he sat her, looking down into her eyes so she would know exactly what he was thinking, just how serious he was. Without breaking eye contact Jandrax carefully removed the torc from his wrist, holding it up so she could get a good look at it, before slipping it around her throat and letting the two bull heads catch each other so the collar formed from threads of precious metals wrapped together fit snugly around her, hidden runes glowing blue for a moment as it sealed tight. The torq would make it clear that she belonged to him, his toy to torment and playwith... anyone else attempting to make use of her would need to challenge him for ownership (something anyone could do per Minotaur tradition). “Looks good on you.” He commented before climbing up onto the bed himself, sitting back against the wall and pulling her towards him, lifting her slowly to position her pussy over his cock. “And I suspect you will be looking very good on me.” He was almost gentle as he slowly lowered her down onto him, as gentle as a creature that was over seven feet tall and weighed more then four hundred pounds of solid muscle could be, his eyes never leaving hers.

 

[Lagertha]

Vaeri was in the mode, she had wished he had not stopped licking her pussy. It was wet, dripping, and his tongue had only made it wetter from his saliva. Then again, Vaeri was out of sorts, and him growling sent cold air against her wet pussy making her shiver in delight. Words had fluttered from his lips that had made Vaeri giggling in amusement. "I'll learn in time?" The words sounded weird in her mouth before she giggle and snorted at the thought. He talked about eating her, licking her for days. "Then why don't you Mister Bull? Hmm?" Vaeri was red faced, as she lapped and sucked on the head of him as best she could. Though she was sloppy and quite drunk. She sniffled another giggle against his cock as he talked about her being a pro. Her hands had moved up and down some of his length, feeling his veins and how hard he actually was.

Vaeri whined slightly when he had pulled her off his cock and placed her on the edge of the bed on her ass. There was some of his precum off the corner of her mouth that she licked up before swallowing it as she watched him. Vaeri kept staring up at him, smiling with her red face as he looked at her with such a serious expression she could not help but giggle. Her eyes were glazed, from the alcohol as her hair pooled on the bed by her ass. "Ohhh? What's that?" Vaeri hiccuped, though it seemed they were almost gone as she smiled at him, watching him as he brought it closer so she could examine it. "Pretty thing!" Vaeri exclaimed, before giggling at it as he continued to stare down at her before he moved his hands. He easily, without her fighting, brushed her long braid out of the way, wrapping the thing around her small neck. She jumped a bit, shivering at the feel of the cool metals against her skin, and the weight of it around her neck and shoulders. Her hands moved up, teeth biting her bottom lip as she picked it up to look at it. "Mmm..why'd you give me this?" Vaeri wondered as the bed rocked slightly as he crawled onto the bed. She looked back at him, before giggling as he easily picked her up and re-positioned her. She squirmed a bit as she dangled in the air as he spot and she grinned at him. "Will I now?" Vaeri wondered, giggling as she felt his head come close to the entrance of her wet mound. She shivered, biting the side of her bottom lip at the feeling. When he first starting pushing it, it really did not hurt, not until she felt a little pop and shivered. Though the feeling had startled her more than hurt, it was more the closer he got to her hymen, the wider her got. Vaeri's hands went to his wrists as she stared back at him panting and groaning in a bit of discomfort when he finally hit that part of her, the barrier. "That..hurts.." Vaeri exclaimed before laughing a bit, the feeling made his cock shake against her walls and she moaned. "That...doesn't" Vaeri grinned, her giggling had felt good, at least it did for now.​

 

[DomG]

The torc around her neck was solid metal, it had no clasp or special lock that could be undone, it had been bent so that the ends hooked together and because of the way the metal it had all been wound together it held its shape easily. The only way it could be removed was if it was bent back out of shape and that would require a great deal of strength and might hurt the princess. Already it fit tight around her, not quite enough to choke her but because of its weight and how it fit she would always be aware of its presence. It was a simple thing that marked her as his, the collar was the mark of a slave, property that could easily be identified. Of course Jandrax intended for her to be more then just his simple slave... as the laws regarding slavery meant it was possible that he could be made to sell her if the proper steps were taken... and if sold she might be returned to her people.

No, she was going to be his bride, his consort, his for all time. That would come later though, there was a small ceremony that was required and in that moment his needs to mate, to fuck her like a primal animal, were far to great to allow for the steady hand and patience that would be needed. “It marks you as mine.” He explained, a direct answer to her question without any specifics given. He doubted there would be any more inquiries from her as she was drunk and likely to just accept what he said. Of course her acceptance was entirely meaningless, she could object, try and fight him, even call in an army to attempt to free her but Jandrax would never relinquish his control over her.

Lowering her slowly he smiled as she bit her lip, the feel of her pussy kissing the head of his cock was a taste of paradise, he could feel her juices dripping down over him, baptizing his cock. He was spreading her wider, he could feel her body attempting to accommodate his girth even as he saw the discomfort on her face, it took all he had not to just pull her down as far as he could onto his cock and move her body like little more then a living sex toy, letting her bounce up and down even as she wailed in pain or perhaps passed out... not stopping until he was finished.

Grunting he dismissed the idea, it was far more fun to take his time now and let her feel everything... every single inch of his cock spreading her wide as he ruined her body for any others that might attempt to fuck her later. This was evidence that his race was superior, all women could be made theirs and would fit them wonderfully... it was the destiny of his race to rule all.

“You like this don't you?” He asked, feeling the evidence of her innocence at the head of his cock, her hymen waiting for him to claim her virginity. “The pain and the pleasure are all the same, you just need to learn to embrace them both.” And she would experience both at his hands.

Slowly he raised her from his cock until the tip was barely spreading her open, giving her a few moments to relax, his arms shifting her back and forth a little to tease her, wanting to excite her for a little longer. Then it happened, the only warning was a flash of cruelty in his eyes as he pulled her down roughly onto his cock, spearing through her hymen without any effort at all, driving not even half way into her before he stopped, wanting to savor the look of pain in her eyes, continuing to rock her back and forth as he watched her.

 

[Lagertha]

There was no doubt, as the minutes ticked on before he took her innocence and fucked her like a wild animal sending her in fits of pleasure and pain, that it had been discovered she was no longer in the room Yulik had left her alone in. The party was dead by now, as it had taken them a while to get here, and he was taking his time with her. Though, Vaeri seemed unphased by any thought, she was enjoying this moment. Despite what protests may come from her lips in the morning, she was ready for it.

Vaeri's brows rose when he told her what it meant. Though the girl seemed to care little about the idea, and only smiled at him. "Does it? How fancy." The thing was heavy, weighing her shoulders down and she could feel it against her chest where her heart was, the heads seeming to dangle between her perky breasts. Oh there would be a war indeed for Vaeri's return. She was a prodigy when it came to numbers, and the youngest of a royal line, as well as the number of children in the Elven lands were diminishing. However, there seemed to be no thoughts in her mind about such a thing, only the thought of him finally taking her. She could feel her own wetness rolling down him, pooling at the base of him as she waited. Though it seemed she expected this to be as deep as he could go when his head tapped against that small fragile piece of skin. This would be another way to claim her no doubt. A way to show he owned her, innocence and all. For he would be her first, and her last, yet there was no telling what the morning would bring when she came to such a realization from the aftermath.

She could feel how aroused he was as well, with every vein, every inch already inside of her, which was not a whole lot. Vaeri's head was moving up and down, trying to stay forward to keep looking him as he spoke slowly, accurately enough she could understand in her stand. "It feels well right now." Vaeri giggled at the thought, eliciting another moan of pleasure from her. Her teeth bite down on her lower lip, another sign of her own arousal/ When he spoke about the mixture of pleasure and pain Vaeri only smiled at him. Embracing such a thing would be foreign to her, a girl that had only seen pain from others, or discomfort when she corrected their behavior to find more favorable numbers. Vaeri only knew pleasure from work, this was not something she knew at all. Yet, she would quickly find the joy in both it seemed.

Her hands were too small to wrap around his wrists. After all, his wrists were equivalent to the size of her neck, or bigger. So the gripped the skin on top, her long nails were filled in dull points that scratched his rough skin as he lifted her up. The feeling was odd, he had stretched her quite some bit, and him existing the part he had stretched felt..lonely. However this gave her a moment to exhale with a grin, relaxing and enjoying the pleasure he gave her with a tease of his moving her. More moans flooded from her lips only to be quickly taken from her as his eyes flickered evilly. Vaeri had caught glimpse of his eyes, but her own had quickly turned wide as she cried at the feel of him bringing her down, the tearing inside of her. Her nails dug into his arms, a few breaking and some cutting into his flesh as her brows furrowed. Her face was scrunched at all the feelings pouring into her; discomfort, unbelievable pain, stiffness, aching. Her body had fallen forward lightly as she whined, but he continued to rock her in her pain. The feeling was different, the sparks of pleasure as she endured the pain, but her body shook at the feeling as she gasped for air, groaning in the mixture of feelings. A small line of blood was trickling down between her legs, coating his cock and balls in the proof of her lost innocence as she looked up at him. Her face was red, pain mixing with slight pleasure as her muscles slowly started to relax in her legs. "I don't..feel well." Vaeri admitted. She wasn't sure what else to say, the feelings were too much. It just, felt off to her. Though, some soft moans mixed with cries and whines as her pussy twitched and started to slowly relax against him.​

 

[DomG]

He could feel everything inside of her, though his cock was not even half way inside of her, nine inches of thick meat still outside of her body while five had penetrated her, he was stretching her wider then her body had perhaps been meant to stretch, at least not that quickly. Though her body was resilient and would adjust he was forcing it to do so very quickly, no doubt it would be painful for her but Jandrax cared little for that at this point. She felt so amazing around her, wrapped around him as though her body had been created just for his pleasure, so warm and wet, gripping his cock and almost seeming to massage him as her body would tighten and then relax around the penetration. It was a sensation unlike any other, he could even feel her pulse as her heart was racing, all through the cock that had stolen her innocence and would be doing so much more to her. The blood dripping down him, a few drop staining the sheets, was barely noticed though in the back of his mind he considered having it sent to her family to ensure they knew what he had done to her and what his continuing intentions were.

Of course he knew that it would be little more then a declaration of war but he hardly cared... he had this princess and looked forward to the day that he carried her into the throne room, taking his rightful place and sitting on a throne that was formed from her sisters and other Elven beauties kneeling, bowing, and standing to form a seat of living flesh that would struggle to support his weight, hands and tongues massaging his body at all times in worship of their new king while his wife, the young Elf spread around his cock knelt by his feet as his queen.

That was the future though and all that really mattered was the present, the feeling of his cock being delightfully massaged by the until very recently virgin cunt of a tiny elf girl. “The way you feel is second to how I feel.” He informed her with a sneer when she told him that she didn't feel well, a strange way to express the discomfort and pain she felt but it was still enough to entertain the sadist within him. Awaken his desire to harm her and hear her scream...

Not much time was given for the princess to adjust to his cock inside of her, a few moments though to Jandrax they seemed to stretch out to eternity, he did his very best to be patient but he failed before very long, fingers digging into his hips, rough nails against smooth flesh. He felt her nails bit into his own skin through the fur but hardly noticed it in the least. With a sigh of pleasure he dragged her back up over his cock, feeling her cling to him as though reluctant to let him go, drawing her up inch by inch until he remained only a little bit inside of her, barely more then the head, before he pulled her back down onto his cock again. This time he pulled her down further, not too much further of course but still forcing her to take him a little deeper, feeling her stretch further then before.

And he repeated the action, over and over again, not as wild as his instincts urged him too but not being as gentle as she might prefer in that moment. His breathing was heavy, nostrils flaring wide, pulling her closer his lips crashed against hers in a violent kiss, less about the intimacy then it was about establishing his claim as his large tongue pushed into her mouth, exploring her, tasting her. “You like this don't you little princess... you like being defiled by a beast.” He mocked her as the kiss broke, still dragging her up and down his cock, now about eight inches into her, past half way and his cock as thick as her wrist. “No Elven boy would ever be able to fuck you like this, like you truly need.”

 

[Lagertha]

Vaeri was panting, trying to regain herself as she continued to feel him stretch her, not even bothering to leave her as he held her there. Her legs were bending, feet pressing into the sheets as he held her by her waist. She could feel his too, his heart beat through his cock as it throbbed from the feeling of her. She groaned at the feeling, whimpering at the same moment. Vaeri looked up at him, his eyes still locked on the sight of her. Some tears had escaped her eyes, rolling down her face, as she whined. Had she been buzzed, it would have easily snapped her out of the situation, but Vaeri was well inebriated, there was no way even in this state she was snapping out of her status.

She clawed, at his wrists, but he seemed not to mind as he spoke how her pleasure or feeling was second to his. "Why...is that?" Vaeri wondered. She had never heard such a thing before. Still, she could feel how far away from his hips her own were and in a sense she dreaded thinking about how much more she might hurt if he pulled her down any further. Though, she smiled lightly at him, wincing through the pain as she breathed heavily. "I can..feel your pulse." Vaeri admitted, amused. However his look of amusement struck her, making her tilt her head at him with a questioning look.

Before, Vaeri had never thought twice about fleeting flirting between elves. Women or Men would flirt with the young thing but she found no pleasure in such an act. Even when one of her teachers had explained to her why they would want to court her. She was young, pure, beautiful, of status, and would make anyone a good wife. Though, Vaeri had not cared for such things. Making children, having sex. It had never really crossed her mind when she had thought about it. Nor had she cared much about being loved by anyone. The only love she had needed was her own, and her own ruling over the kingdom with the numbers she held. However, she would most likely think twice about such things in the morning when she found out this outcome.

Vaeri had felt like only a few minor seconds had passed before he held firmly onto her hips. Vaeri squirmed, in pain at the feeling, it felt like his fingers would snap her hips, and his cock was going to tear her in two. She shivered at the feel, and the sound he made, as he hoisted her back up forcing her to almost stand as she clung onto his wrists. Vaeri looked at him, concern on her face as he nearly pulled all the way out. She sighed though, in some relief before she was screaming again as he pulled her back down. Only when he pulled her down her further did she tense, at the feeling of him stretching her further. "I..Can't..Stretch anymore!" Vaeri proclaimed as she shivered and shook, more tears collecting on her bottom lashes.

The more he repeated the action the more it hurt. Though, he could clearly see how tight she was, as her pussy clung to him like a suction cup when he pulled her up. Vaeri was twisting in pain, crying and digging her fingers into him more when he pulled her to the forceful kiss. The girl had little resistance at this point, and accepted as he dominated her mouth before pulling away as she panted and gasped for breath. "I..don't know..it only feels terrible right now.." Vaeri admitted as he pulled her up again, though the more he pushed inside of her the more her body accommodated for the other inches that pushed further into her core. It seemed, like he had yet to force himself against her back wall, and it might not be in sight yet. Soft moans came from her mouth before screams replaced them as he drove more into her. She could notice she was getting closer to his hips, though she had a bit to go. "I..don't think..I've ever needed one before." Vaeri smiled softly, her eyes still glazed over drunk.​

 

[DomG]

Her question about why her own pleasure would be second only to his own was entirely ignored, she didn't need to know at that moment, she would come to understand soon enough and in this knowledge would come further pleasure for her. Service would become a new purpose for her, giving meaning to her life through the pleasures that she could bring him. Of course that would be an adjustment for a young woman of her status, no doubt she had servants before without even noticing how things worked out so well, no need for her to ever work for another. Her work wouldn't be particularly physically difficult though, she wasn't built for the labor that the Minotaur society needed but she would still be able to service him in pleasure, cooking for him, cleaning, washing him, and of course providing him with carnal pleasures that he was introducing her too at that moment.

He didn't force her to move up and down any faster or any harder at the moment, still working the first nine inches in and out of her again and again. True he hadn't stretched her to what would be her normal limits yet but this was a satisfying depth and the pain she was in entertained him quite a bit. He intended to let her get used to this, the length and girth not yet pushing to the obsceness of his full size, let her feel some pleasure, let her become accustom to the sensation of being split open... and then force her to take even more so that he could enjoy fresh pain on her face and perhaps even get her to cry out in pain. Oh it was fun to feel her squirm and watch her face twist, eyes watering with tears, but he wanted to hear her give proper voice to the pain... he wanted her agony.

“I don't care if it hurts, in fact I enjoy your pain.” He informed her with a dry chuckle, moving one hand from her hip to her throat, easily able to wrap around it. His palm could feel the collar that he had slipped around her but his fingers engulfed her throat, hand so large that his index and middle finger were enough for that while his other two fingers splayed out, pinky brushing over her breasts, roughly grazing her nipple. The fingers around her throat squeezed as his eyes locked on hers, wanting to see the fear in her eyes as he began to restrict her breathing. Jandrax wasn't choking her yet though in time he would enjoy playing with her ability to breath quite a lot, a not so subtle reminder that he owned her in every way possible and her life was his. The steady pace did not let up for a moment even as he choked her, watching her struggle to breath and chuckling. This would let her know what her place was and if done right then the rush from being able to breathe properly again when he released her throat would bring her a wave of euphoria.

“I will hurt you, I will burn you with a brand, I will tattoo your flesh, I will pierce your body and hang chains from you just to make you more pleasing to my eyes.” His voice was little more then a low growl in those moments, punctuated by heavy breathing as a sign of the pleasure that he was enjoying, feeling her squeezing him like nothing else ever could, her body stretching and reforming to bring him as much pleasure as possible. “This is what you need to learn Princess.” He spoke her title in a mocking fashion, hinting at how little it mattered. Oh she would still be a princess and in time she may even become a queen... but no matter how great her proper title was she would always be his personal fuck toy, a living sleeve to wrap around his cock and a receptacle for his cum.

As her struggles grew more pronounced, clearly struggling for breath, Jandrax kissed her again, making it harder to her to breath. Before it had simply been about dominating and exploring her but this time he was rougher with the kiss, lips crashing against hers, teeth catching her tongue and pinching for a moment, fingers around her neck tightening for a moment before suddenly releasing in the middle of the kiss, letting her gasp for her breath from his mouth, let that breath be filled with the scent of his own breath and the musk of his body, let her learn what the scent of her owner, lover, and soon to be husband was like.

“I want you to cum for me my little whore.” He whispered to her, voice almost tender now when the kiss broke, teeth finding her neck and teasing her, the hand still on her waist stretching so his thumb brushed her clit and the other hand still remaining on her neck, forcing her to bounce faster. “I want you to experience proper pleasure so you know what the reward for good service is.”

 

[Lagertha]

The more he worked those nine inches in and out of her, the more her body made way for it, getting used to the feeling of the power of his cock. He never seemed to be speeding up, for now, or going any harder, after all he was trying to allow her body to get used to the feeling of him, and it was slowly. Her wetness leaked further down him, coating his lower half as she held on tightly to his wrists, trying to gasp for air as her legs continue to shake.

Vaeri laughed when he spoke about enjoying her pain, her torture. "So cruel you are Mister Bull." He had never gotten her name, nor had she, and in her drunken state it wouldn't have much mattered. She would not remember any name he gave her, nor any name she had given him. Vaeri locked eyes with him as he chuckled, the feeling made his cock rattle inside of her and caused her to moan, but it was his hand that gripped her throat cutting off some circulation of breathing that made her eyes widened. Fear danced there, as her hands moved to grin the fingers, trying to pull them off. "Don't! P-" Her words were cut off as he continued to bounce her tight clutching dripping pussy over his rock hard nine inches he had already penetrated her with. That and the fact he tensed his hand, closing off her breathing. Vaeri squirmed, digging her nails into his hand as she opened her mouth trying to pull air in but to no use. Her face started to turn red as she tried pulling her body away, but the act was only making her pussy clench around him tighter.

He was mocking her, that much she got in this state as she looked at him, more tears falling from her face as he kept choking her as he spoke. Though for now Vaeri seemed to not to care, drunk or not she needed to breath and she smacked his hand as best she could with her smaller ones. It did not end there, as he pulled her forward to kiss her, dominating her in every way as she squirmed, stomping a foot into the bed, hands flailing as her face turned red, then started to turn blue. She could taste herself on his tongue, as well as his own flavor and she relaxed gasping for air during the kiss as he released her throat. Vaeri shook, barely breathing as he kept her there.

He said the words then, talking about her cumming as she looked down at him curiously. She shivered at the feel of his large teeth grazing her skin, entrapping the pale skin between his teeth and teasing it. "Cum? What's that?" Vaeri laughed, shivering and moaning at the feel of his finger brushing her sensitive nub of a clit. Though when he started to bouncer her faster, her face twisted in pleasure, her body now used to the nine inches inside of her. He rubbed against every part inside of her, even her g-spot and se panted, shivering and moaning at the feeling. "I..I can't.." Vaeri mumbled, her drunken state was trying to keep her in the moment, at the yummy feeling as her muscles slowly began to tense. The collar bounced on her chest, along with her breasts as she twisted on top of his cock trying to stop herself from whatever she was feeling, but it did not take long before she was crying out, squirming and throbbing against him as her legs pulled up and she shivered as she orgasmed for the first time ever. "Ahh.." Vaeri closed her eyes, unable to think as she breathed, falling into him as best she could at that angle as she went sort of limp.​