Desire and damnation (Godfang and Kaybee)

[Kai]

The silence that filled the tunnels was a jarring contrast to the cacophony of steel and battlecries that echoed through it a mere few seconds ago. Here, a battle was fought, and like all battles, it ended in tragedy.

On one side, was the brotherhood of the northern hills, on the other, the being that calls these tunnels its home. Mortal tongue was incapable of properly pronouncing the creature's name, but in their letters, it would be written as Ryna'xoth. His kind dubbed him the reveler for his penchant for debauchery, an act that made him very simmilar to the Drows who the Ilithid see as weak and foolish, but the reveler cared not for what others think, only for his fleshly desires.

He strode through the aftermath of the battle, stepping on one broken bodies after another. Most of the brotherhood warriors was slain out of hand when he let loose his psychic might across the narrow tunnel where they were forced to bunch up, but their strongest was alive yet. He can't see them, nor can he hear them, but his kind senses the world in ways most cannot.

He sensed fear of death, thick and cold. Despair, which was lowly giving way to acceptance as well as that deliscious twinge of insanity that comes when a man finally breaks. These were to the reveler what wine was to mortals, an intoxicating pleasure that made the life worth living.

The reveler heard a pained groan that came from the male in silvery armor, the one who stood at the head of the charge. This one was a proud one, the reveler thought, and no emotion was as delectable as shattered pride. He strode towards his prone form, stepping on his helmet.

A pathetic mewl escape the knight's lips, and as the reveler delved into his mind, it saw something that made the equivalent of a smirk to cross his face.

He was afraid for someone else. A female he cared about

Ryna'xoth reached out across the room with his psychic tendril, wrapping them around the woman the knight was thinking of.

Drop your weapons and come kneel before me

 

[Kaybee]

Siara stalked forwards, one hand on the heavy blade slung across her back. She'd been the rearguard while her husband led from the front of their band, keeping them safe from ambushes and traps.

When the sounds of battle had first erupted she had kept an even closer watch behind, but as the sounds had begun to die down, there were no victorious cheers, no chatter, no runner coming back to report to her...

It was then that the first cold tingles of fear began to trickle their way down her spine, and she slowed, creeping forwards. Something might have taken them out, and if it had then it was her duty to report back, but more importantly she needed to find her husband, he'd been right at the head and if he was first into battle he could well have been first to die.

She didn't want to go back not knowing what had happened to him, not without his crest, or his helm. Some memento of him. They were warriors, always had been, and they were well aware that either of them could die in battle some day. She could accept his death in the heat of this moment, she could grieve when she was ho-.

Drop your weapons and come kneel before me.

Another mind wrapped around hers, cold fingers sinking into her thoughts, and before she even realized it her hand had slipped bonelessly from the hilt of her sword. Wh-what? Her body straightened up and she stared straight ahead, her eyes tracking down the tunnel, gaze locking against her will upon the shape in the darkness. A... A mind flayer...

Panic shot through her but even as adrenaline fizzed in her veins she could only manage the slightest twitches of her hands or toes, nothing that could stop her inexorable march until it ended, the command to kneel bringing her to her knees on the stone cavern floor with force enough to nearly bruise despite the metal guards. Her lips worked, but her throats refused to send forth the words. N-no... please...

 

[Kai]

Underneath his large feet, the reveler sensed the knight struggle with impotent rage. He was too heavy and the warrior's own metal plates made it hard for him to move, each time he does, his nemesis only need to press down with his body weight until furious growls turned into pained whimpers.

"Please...Please don't kill her" he begged, not that Ryna'xoth understood the spoken word of men, but his mind was open enough for his probing.

Kill her? he asked in their mind Oh no no...This one is too pretty to kill

While there was something alluring about drow women, the reveler had always been more enamored with the pale, delicate surface dwelling women. Was this one a human? An elf? A mixture of both? They were all so alike, it was hard to tell, all he knew was that this woman was precious to his enemy and therefore, twice as tempting.

Strip her for me he said, stepping off, watching with unbriddled glee as realization dawned on the knight as to what is about to transpire.

"No..Please..Just kill me.." he begged, even as his body moved against his will. Tears formed in the man's eyes, but these were not sorrow or anger, these were a very unique emotion that only existed in male mortals: Emasculation.

He whimpered, kneeling behind his own wife and slowly pulling her armor off, then her clothes.

"I'm sorry..." he choked out "I'm so sorry my love..."

 

[Kaybee]

Siara's struggles renewed, trying and failing to fight the psychic force binding her limbs as the familiar voice sounded. He survived, my dearest... Held as she was, her eyes were downcast, and could not roll fully up enough to look him in the eyes and her jaw was locked, forcing her to choose between stoic silence and incoherent grunts.

Fight it... She urged silently, helplessly. Surely to hold two of them must be a strain, if one of them could break free, they could escape. Please my love, fight it... She pushed back herself, yet the grip on her nerves was unyielding, her struggles producing nothing more than nervous tremors in her limbs. Please! She didn't even know, was she pleading to the creature to let her go? To him to fight? To herself to push just a little more?

The cool air of the cavern started to hit her skin, her body moving with puppeted precision to let her husband remove her armor piece by piece, then her lothing. The process, normally a glorious ritual when they were safely returned home, now a perversion of that, stripped of gentleness and relief, made perverse and dark by the inhuman thing standing over them.

Please let this be over soon...

 

[Kai]

A deviant amongst his kind, the reveler found a certain perverse attraction to the lesser being they use to breed, he enjoys the soft feminine curves of the female, their soft lips, and their hot wet cunts. This one kneeling before him, was the most infuriatingly beautiful mortal he had ever seen, and he was intent on keeping her for the short few decades she would remain beautiful.

He walked forward with soft plopping sound of his foot until he stood right before the woman, a rubbery hand reaching down to caress her face, so smooth and flawless. He felt the fire stir inside him, one normally not so easily stoked, now it grew more and more just by the sight of her kneeling before him. Of course, he didn't make her kneel simply for the sight.

Make me feel good with your mouth it commanded coldly Show me what you do for your mate when he pleases you

Slowly it rose up, a cock unlike any human's. It was grotesquely large, thick enough that wrapping one's fingers around it would prove to be a challenge, but that was not its only defining feature. The cock was also purplish in tone, curved lightly with powerful veins covering the surface and large, full testicles. Her husband was a proud man, and rightly so, for he was a well endowed male by human standards, but compared to this monster, he was a twig, and his pathetic whimper told her he knew this.

 

[Kaybee]

Siara would never have considered her husband small by any stretch of the imagination and she prided herself on her ability to please him in just as many ways as he pleased her. Yet the monstrous shaft that uncurled from between the illithid's legs shamed him at nothing more than a glance, and no matter how she strove - the muscles in her neck standing out tautly under the skin as she fought herself - she obeyed the mental command, leaning forwards to take it between her lips. Gods help me, I can't do this, I don't want this...

It's too big...

Her lips strained to seal around the shaft like the times she had spent first training herself to take her husband like this, yet the monster's girth made her jaw ache in a way he could never cause and her throat strained to stretch for it.

Yet he had commanded she do as she would for her husband, making her unable to stop. she had to keep pushing, she had to do this properly, even as tears sprang to the corners of her eyes and her throat strained to accept him. Please don't make me do this... It hurt, yet it was a perverse hurt, choking on that monstrous cock as she forced it past her lips one inch at a time, Siara found herself unable to keep other thoughts from running through her mind unbidden. What would it feel like in her womanhood? In her rear? She adored her husbands size, what would this beast do to her then if he could make her feel such pleasures?

 

[Kai]

If he could, the reveler would have groaned, instead the sound that came out was more akin to the chittering of small animals, slightly too high pitched for a hulking brute such as he. The female had talent, perhaps more so than any other one he had used for pleasure before, this only strengthened his determination to keep her.

Ignoring the sobbing of her mate, Ryna'xoth stepped forward, wrapping large hands around dark silky hair and gently, pushed himself down her throat: if she chokes, she chokes.

My balls. Make it feel good he commanded.

The woman's mouth felt so wonderful, he almost lost his focus, and in that split second of opening he sensed the male break through his hold. It was impressive, he thought, perhaps this one shouldn't be used to feed the beasts.

As the knight pushed off his knees, trying to smash his metal gauntlet into the Reveler's head, he suddenly froze and was thrown away, crashing onto the stone wall with a pained groan, collapsing onto the floor like a ragdoll.

"Tell him" he thought, knowing full well that behind the veil of terror in the mind of the woman, lies a pang of desire. Tell him what you truly think about my cock...tell him where you want me to put it in