Seleava. This den of smugglers and criminals was home to every sort of avarice imaginable, and unlike Essyrn, there were some true treasures hidden in the stockpiles of dishonest men.
The wealthy part of Moonspear Selevea was alive tonight, and more so than usual. men and women walked the streets, all streaming towards a particular building like there was some sort of festival going on.
This building, of course, was the biggest brothel in town, but something was different about it. Sweet, exotic perfumes wafted from the windows in visible clouds, and it sounded like a party was going on inside.
Shrouded in her usual attire- dark leathers and a dark cloak, Iyla Krue found herself before the sounds of ecstasy, and sin. Though the place appeared as one large, thriving serpent of drunken fools, she cared little for the consequences that may await her within. It was desire of another kind that drew her forward, the cravings so intense, her eyes began to look feral with their blood red sheen.
Dark boots stepped into the place, the squeak of the floor boards swallowed away by the sounds of women laughing, and men giving chase to skirts. To the women, they only gave the dark cloaked figure- presumably male, a once over, before going back to their own affairs. After all, it seemed just about every whore in the brothel was busy with someone- and if this new comer wanted any of the fun- he'd just have to wait.
Iyla was thankful only a few looks had gone her way, for the second she was inside the building, the pull towards the shadow seed began to send tickles through her veins and her heart was pumping louder now that it joined the garbled sounds of the party within her ears.
The shadow seed... it was so close she could almost taste it, but as her eyes darted about, she could still not figure out just where it was. And soon she was finding herself in the middle of the room where a series of couches were occupied by men and women alike- all having no patience to wait for a room. Their noises, though unnerving, did nothing to distract her as those eyes continued to dart around, trying to find the source of her cravings so that she could take what was hers.
The party around Iyla was more than just a sexual one. There was an abundance of wine, exotic fruits, and foreign drugs that just made the place one gigantic den of excess. Those not busy partaking in sin were idly chatting, gossiping about who their gracious host might be. Some rumors pointed to a king in disguise, others to a runaway prince. None, however, came close.
The curtains to an indoor balcony overlooking the party swung aside, and two reptilian men, their bodies slender and packed with tight muscles. They wore exquisite garbs, with breastplates underneath, and they held curved glaives in their hands. The scent of narcotics and hallucinogens
From between them, Elaros stepped out, holding a golden goblet of wine in one hand and wearing his usual loose, royal purple garb. Around his neck, he wore a large, plated amulet, the stone of which was a deep, abyssal black.
"You don't look like the others..." Elaros started in his smooth, naturally sensual voice. He took a deep swig of his wine. "Why have you come to our lively gathering wearing such drab colors?"
Despite her desire to avoid any conflict here- to simply get what she had come for and get out-...
It seemed her hunt for the shadow seeds could never go that way, and her eyes narrowed as she peered at the man who approached. Her lips, well guarded behind a series of wrapping over her lips, frowned - but they also twitched. Figures a beast would be here- hosting such excess- but it was not his appearance that shocked her in the least (for she had traveled great distances and met many different sort of folk) on her quest for the seeds.
Any sneer turned more into a grimace as she felt from this very person....
the seed. He has the seed.
And with a narrowed look,s he took a step back from the noble reptile and simply said in a masculined growl, "Darkness is my color. It suits me just fine."
"So be it."
Elaros looked this newcomer up and down, his sharp reptilian eyes picking up details human eyes would miss. His nose took a deep draft of her, and he chuckled, raising his wine goblet to his mouth and taking a small sip.
It was with some reservation that he noticed she had backed away from him slightly, even if he was on a balcony quite a fair distance away from her anyways. He leaned forwards onto it, resting the goblet on the railing.
"You're obviously not here for the festivities, so there must be something you want. Tell me, girl, what is it you seek?"
Girl? Her eyes narrowed as she bared her teeth.
"Something of no consequence to you." And though she felt herself drawn towards him like a moth to a flame , she used whatever strength she had to tear herself away from him. The seed... it was so close...
She just hoped it wasn't with him.
Making a hasty exit from his view she made her way towards the staircase of the house and noticed one curled and lead upstairs- while another...
it curved and disappeared into a darkened basement that only had the faintest whispers of what sin happened below.
Elaros watched as Iyla walked out of his sight, eyes tracking her as she moved out of view. He glanced to his two guards. "An assassin, my lord?" one of them asked in Drakkonan.
"No. Much too obvious for an assassin. Regardless, keep an eye on the entrance."
His guards nodded, and returned inside, and Elaros followed them shortly afterwards. He returned to a plush chamber, where himself and a few ladies of the night were sharing a large couch.
The buzzing, heated draw of the shadow seed had her moving up the stairs. Like a hound hunting it's prey, she moved with swiftness, up the stairs and pausing at the end of the hall. She saw a few more of those lizard-men in the hall, and cursed inwardly. Knowing her luck, one of them had to have her stone. Just which?
The two guards watching the entrance to Elaros' private chamber tightened the grips on their glaives, but didn't enter any aggressive stances. One of them held his free hand up, the universal sign for Iyla to stop where she was.
One of them said something to the other in their language, and the other spoke up in common.
"Unless you were personally invited by Lord K'Rvain to join him, I'm afraid this is as far as you go, ma'am."
The guard's voice was stern, yet friendly. It sounded like he wasn't expecting any substantial trouble from her. Either that, or he was hiding it very well.
Iyla's gaze cut back at them- friendly or not, no one told her what to do.
"I go wherever I please." And she took another step forward, seeing what these lizard brains might do.
The two guards exchanged glances, and lowered their short glaives, all friendliness gone from their faces. They held them at the ready, but did nothing yet.
"I must insist that you turn back, Ma'am."
The polished blades of their glaives shone in the brightly lit hallway. Their stances were perfect, and identical. It was easy to see that these weren't just goons with polearms.
Tch- she didn't have time for this, and the closer she got to them, the more she felt the pull coming from within the room. Taking a step back, though carefully, she made her way out of the lamp light to fall into shadow. And the next thing they'd see...
Would be nothing as she vanished from sight.
Stone faced, the guards only lost composure slightly when she faded away, the grip on their glaives tightening. There were some wall-mounted candles where they stood, but they had a feeling that wasn't going to help them much. The true illumination only extended for a few feet past their polearms, the light growing dim as it got farther away.
They remained with their backs to the wall, observantly staring down the hallway. Occasionally, their tounges would flit out from between their lips. If Iyla was merely invisible, then there was a chance they'd pick her up with their reptilian senses.
Iyla was somewhere between here and the shadows. Whatever scent she had, would be dulled. And though she could creep through the dark, the room she desired to be in was lit-
and as she studied the men at the front, she formulated a plan- and before she could think twice about it, she withdrew a dagger and reformed, throwing it at them before taking a tumble on the floor and hoping to slip in between and past them. But she knew her form would be much slower than whens he bled into shadow, she hoped her abilities were enough to startle them so she could get the upper hand and get into that room!
The guards seemed to have some sort of idea of where she was, but they just couldn't pin her down. This sort of helped them when she reappeared, even if it only meant that they weren't caught completely off guard. They both slightly moved out of the way of the dagger, only to have it thunk harmlessly into the door between them.
When she tried to roll past them and into the room, one of them was quick enough to swing the bottom of his glaive's shaft sideways, intent on hitting her in the side.
They were lucky- they grazed her side as she let out a curse. But she wasted no time and kicked the thing away, tumbling back to her feet and reaching for the door.
As Iyla would come to find out, the door was locked. While the guard that hit her with the blunt shaft was trying to regain a proper hold on his glaive (which was kicked slightly out of his hands), the other moved in. This guard aimed to bring the blunt end of his glaive to bear against her head, aiming to knock her out. The other lashed out with its tail a split second afterwards, intend on tripping her in case his comrade missed.
Iyla swore again, but saw the blurred shadowy movement of the glaive and dodged past, and literally tumbled and tripped over the tail in a way that she propelled herself off of the moving thing to hoist herself into the air and temporarily free of the two men. But she wasn't about to give up that easily, and she knew there was more than one way to skin a cat. So she tumbled back into the shadows again and disappeared.
Moments later, there was a flutter at a nearby open window, and then the sound of a window breaking from within the room. And there was Iyla, rising up from her crouched landing over a sparkling display of crunching glass beneath her boots as she turned to observe the lizard man on the couch with a few whores draped at his sides.
It was here. It was definitely here- and one of those idiots on the couch had it. Her blood colored eyes cut towards the couch as she used the closet item nearby to her- a silver candle snuffer, and hurled it at one of the hanging lamps. THe glass on it popped open as it shattered- and hte lights went out, putting that corner of the room into shadows. There were just a few more lamps left to deal with- and she wasn't going to waste any time with the shrieking women or the lizard man inbetween.
She was here for one thing- and in a blur of movements, the other lights were quickly put out.
Elaros narrowed his eyes, watching as Iyla burst into the room. His ladies shrieked, and scattered away, and he breathed an exasperated sigh through his nose. Raising an arm, he shielded himself from the falling glass from the lantern, watching as Iyla did her blur thing and started to put out the lights around him.
He groaned, slowly standing up from his couch. Well, this night was now thoroughly ruined for him. Crossing his arms, he just watched as she meticulously snuffed out every candle in the room with blistering speed. There were quite a few candles in the room.
"Are you quite done yet? If you wanted an audience, you could have just asked. That's enough, cease that at once!"
And then he was in darkness.
"Why can't anyone else's parties be crashed by shadow-women? Why does this have to happen to me?" he grumbled, stepping over to one of the snuffed candles and trying to blow some life back into the dying flame.
"I hope you're proud of yourself."
She didn't care who he was or what he was doing. To her- there was only one goal-
The Seed.
And as all of the lights went out, Iyla disappeared, that was until she saw him trying to rekindle a flame. And soon she was behind him, holding a dagger to his back.
"You have something I want," she growled. "Something useless to you, but valuable to me. You can either give it to me now, or we do things the hard way." And she poked at his back with her blade to let him know it was real and sharp.
Oh, now Elaros was starting to get pissed.
"If I knew what you were looking for, I'd happily give it to you," He calmly said, still holding the dying candle in his hand. He dropped it, instead preferring to cross his arms. He felt like he might have an idea of what this girl might be looking for.
The merchant had told him this stone was coveted for its powers over shadow. Personally, Elaros, didn't care about the shadow powers bit, but he felt like it might come in handy this one time.
Iyla sneered and nearly spat out her words.
"I can feel it, like the pull of winds from an oncoming storm. You have it. A rock- dark as midnight, on you right now. If you give it to me, I won't cut your throat."
It would be much easier and, as much as she was growing crazed with desire for the rock, some small portion of her humanity was winning over- but only momentarily so that she didn't just cut him and run.
For the human portion of her still left knew the guilt would eat away at her later.
"Very well. I'm going to turn around so I can hand you the stone now. Please, there doesn't need to be any violence."
Elaros placed his hands on his new, plated necklace, one on each side of the stone and slowly turned. He considered letting this girl go. It seemed she was obviously obsessed beyond even normal levels, so she could hardly be blamed. Elaros had just noticed that the party outside had grown silent, everyone having left in a hurry for fear of scandal.
She needed to pay for this stone, not just for ruining Elaros' night, but everyone's night.
He came to face her, and it looked like he was going to lift the necklace off of his head, but instead, he thrust the necklace forwards, letting out a pulse of its power and banishing the shadow around him. The pulse was strong enough to throw Iyla across the room, and the stone was glowing a searing red now, reflected menacingly in Elaros' eyes.
"By the power in this stone, I command you! I command you to drop your weapons and stand before me!"
The fact he tried to use the stone against her only served to piss her off. And though being thrown across the room and.slamming into the wall was painful, it was more.of a pain he was trying to use the seeds to command her and light, for the seeds magic was only blessed in darkness.
"You fool, you have no idea what you're dealing with," she growled. Most who dared to use its powers were easily corrupted by it. Though perhaps that was of little concern to her. If she had to, she'd just kill the fool and take it.
Elaros looked a bit surprised, and he risked a glance down at the stone to notice that it sputtered back down and stopped glowing. Oh right, shadow stone. As in, only works in the shadows. And he was in the light now, by no one's fault but his own. "Evidently not..." He replied, glancing back up to Iyla.
This was bad.
"Uh, I command you to drop your weapons, please?" He said as he jostled the stone a bit, mocking stupidity in a bid to buy himself some more time. Already, the shadows were creeping back into the little bubble of light he'd accidentally created. He also started to take a few steps back, towards the darkness.
"I order you?"
Iyla took a step towards him as he backed away. It was obvious he was a fool, and she'd take great pleasure in relieving him of the stone he so foolishly tried to wield.
"I'll ask this one more time," she growled between her teeth, taking another step towards him. "Give me the stone."
Elaros' grip tightened on the necklace, and he took a few steps back, apparently considering her offer. His eyes shot to the side, and he looked upon the balcony that overlooked the first floor of this building. He could easily surmount it and drop to the first floor, and soon, he'd be out of time. His little anti-shadow bubble was fading as the thought.
Suddenly, however, a sound came from downstairs. If Elaros didn't know any better, he'd say it sounded like a rack of candlesticks being tipped over. Actually, the smell of burning picked up by his acute senses took this from hunch to fact.
"Something's burning..." He said, looking around. He started edging towards the balcony.
Iyla growled. She had had enough, and with the spell fading, she wasn't about to waste anymore time. And soon she was rushing him head on, tackling him in a move that sent them both sailing over the balcony and-
through a series of most unfortunate events (one's she hardly took the time to calculate) the pair of them found themselves landing on the floor below. But the fall, incidentally, was cushioned by something rather plush and soft-
Though whatever it was, or however they had landed, was the last thing in Iyla's mind. First and foremost was the stone, which she went to reach for when a wall of smoke curdled over them as she began to choke on her breath, her eyes watering. But she had managed to grab the stone, body pressing over his-
not realizing how compromising the pair must've looked as the fire that broke out on the first floor raged around them.
Though one straggler did rush past them and stammer, "Are you two fools? Stop fucking and get running!" And the man wasted no more time before scrambling to get the hell out of there-
and for a second, Iyla wasn't sure what he meant- or who he was talking to. But her teary eyes cleared for just a moment for her to realize how she was positioned ontop of him- and just what they had landed on that broke their fall-
and well, how their crotches were nicely aligned to give such illusions that they were evidently crazy- crazy enough to be seen as two people trying to rut while the world around them burned.
At first, Elaros slowly moved towards the balcony, but as soon as he saw that Iyla was getting agitated, his movements got immediately more urgent. He started running for his life towards the balcony, but he just wasn't quick enough to make it there, given Iyla's head start.
When she rammed into him and they went careening over the balcony, Elaros was prepared to meet his end, falling from a balcony in the clutches of a moderately beautiful woman. It was a bit poetic, actually. The perfect end line in the raucous poem that had been his life.
And then, there was couch. Dazed by the landing, Elaros barely registered what was happening at first, a protective white film covering his eyes to block out the smoke. She was on top of him, and rabidly tugging at the stone around his neck while she pressed her body against his. Well, if the fall was the end line, this must've been the author's note after that.
Then, she let up, as if realizing something, something that Elaros already knew. He used this chance to grasp at the small table next to them, grabbing a silver serving tray and swinging it at Iyla's head, intent on dazing her just long enough so he could push her off and onto the table.
She hadn't seen the tray coming until it was too late, and it knocked her off of him- though not completely- as she appeared to be now 'side saddled' over his lap.
"Oh, for the..." He coughed, and finally worked up the coherence to stand up, using her moment of weakness to stand up off the couch (while carrying her) and toss her away from him.
ANd tossed away she was, landing unceremoniously upon a nearby table that clattered beneath her weight. She winced, dazed from both the throw and the smoke, which she was still choking on as a flame suddenly erupted nearby her, forcing her to raise a hand to shield her face- lest she get burned.
"We could have done this like civilized beings, but I see that's just too good for you," Elaros spat venomously, turning to leave. "Don't follow me, or I'll make you regret it."
He started to walk away, seeking an exit from the inferno around them.
Like Hell she'd let him get away with the stone! Despite the burning flames roaring all around them, stifling some of her powers and nearly blinding her, she bounded off of the table and ran after him, growling feral-ly as she tried to kick him high in the head.
Regret nothing! This guy was toast!
Elaros turned his head as he heard her run towards him, giving out a few tsks. As she was about to find out, this wasn't Elaros' first rodeo. Her kick flew high, and Elaros ducked underneath the wild attack, moving like a snake as he countered by trying to land a swift, strong punch to her side.
Considering how incompetent he seemed before, the fist connected brilliantly and she was seeing stars as she let out a noise and stumbled back. Oh- so the reptile wanted to play? Snarling, her hair almost falling out from it's confines, now a partial blonde mess about her face, masking her vision along witht he smoke-
but again she did not have to see.
The draw towards the stone was all she needed, and with a roar, she charged him again, aiming a few quick hit towards his gut, and a kick towards his reptilian groin.
No one ever said she'd play nice.
Elaros was done playing around with Iyla, he was all serious now. Given his pastime, brawls were common, and Elaros was a trained and proven unarmed combatant. Besides, this woman wasn't exactly trying to mask her moves or anything, she was pretty blatant about all her attacks. Hell, it looked like she was throwing her punches blindly.
The first punch connected with his gut, but his dense musculature combined with his surprisingly tough scales more or less negated that. He lowered his arms to block the remaining punches, and when she drew her leg back to kick, he actually opened himself up slightly.
As Iyla would come to find out shortly, Drakkons, (like most reptiles) kept their parts ensconced inside of them, behind aforementioned dense muscles and armored scales.
Of course, it still smarted like hell, but it was nowhere near as debilitating as it should have been. Clenching his legs, he trapped her foot, hoping to use her temporary confusion and pinned leg to land a stiff hook right across her face, followed by a jab to the stomach.
Not expecting such a tactic, Iyla made a noise as she fell backwards, only aided by the blows that came from Elaros, which put her in a daze. And though the punches should have elicited some blood, which is seemed she was bleeding, after all, the blood was...
strange.
Darker-
much darker than real blood. In fact, the blood that was dribbling down from her nose and mouth was completely black. And as she felt some collect within her mouth, she hesitated not to gather that and spit it at his face- hoping to blind him as she tried to make an attempt to wrench her self free from the tight grip on her from his strong thighs.
Elaros wound back for another punch, before noticing her blood. It was black, dark as pitch, actually. The sight made him hesitate slightly, the possibility that she was something much more sinister than a crazed woman after a stone giving him pause.
Her bloody spit hit him square in the face, and although it didn't get in his eyes (the protective film over them saw to that), he did get some in his mouth and nose, and as he sputtered and tried to spit it out, he swung at her head again. At around the same time as that, he accidentally loosened up just enough for her to get herself free.
Iyla dropped to the ground and tumbled backwards, pushing herself up on her hands when she landed to kick underneath his jaw and do a shallow back flip away. When she landed, her eyes glowed feral for a moment- like the mirroring glow of a cat's eyes in the dark, before she moved forward to strike again, but this time she faked a punch left, before darting right,a nd getting in real close in attempts to snatch the necklace once again.
Iyla's kick landed just where it was aimed, hitting Elaros right on the bottom of his jaw. His head snapped back, and he took a few steps backwards, shaking it off. He barely had enough time to recover from the kick before Iyla was on him again. He raised an arm to block her feint (foolish, but the smoke wasn't making it any easier for him), but was surprised when she reached for his necklace again. Instead of trying to move backwards, out of her range, he surged forwards, intent on putting her to the ground with his shoulder.
The move was a success, and both fell through a wave of black smoke and onto the hard floor with a thud. Iyla let out a groan, growling as she struggled beneath him, still clawing forward in hopes to snatch that damn seed from him!
Elaros was quick to pin her down with a knee, leaning back to keep the necklace out of her reach. Swiftly, he took the necklace and moved it under his garment, so it wasn't showing, and clenched a fist, swinging it downwards to hit her square in the face.
Just because she couldn't see it didn't mean she could.not sense where it was. And despite being dazed by the punch, she blindly clawed and.groped at his clothing, hoping to tear clean through to get to what she needed.
Elaros lifted his fist back up, shaking his wrist slightly. He was twice as strong as the average man, his body covered with tough scales, yet this bitch was still trying to get his necklace.
"What are you?!" He yelled, leaning down to grab her shoulders, and pin down her arms.
Iyla's lips curled back to reveal perfect, yet angry teeth.
"I could ask you the same, lizard breath," she growled, struggling fiercely beneath him.
"I don't have time for this."
Wrenching his arms backwards, and pushing down on Iyla's chest with his knee, he tried to forcefully pop her arms out of their sockets.
The sickening pull on her arms when the bones popped clean out of their sockets made her howl out in pain, and as her blood curdling scream carried through the fires, a loud, squawking roar from out side seemed to shake the building, its large shadow fluttering over head and reaching in through the windows just briefly enough to give Iyla a second wind. She only had the strength to release a whistle, but soon passed out afterwards, not sure if the large crow companion she called for had heard it, or would come.
Elaros stood above her, breathing addled by the smoke, considering his options. He could take her with him, but that'd be too much trouble. Besides, the bitch tried to kill him for his necklace! Taking a few steps back, he quickly turned to run out of the building, ducking under a burning beam and making it outside. His guards were there, supposedly waiting for him.
"And where the hell were you?!" Elaros yelled in Drakkon, and the guards nervously looked at each other.
"Never mind, let's go. We're going back to the inn to get the carriage."
And they were off, hurriedly walking away from the burning brothel. Elaros cursed to himself, however he believed the danger had passed.
The next day the town was in a buzz over the fire. Thankfully it appeared to claim no lives , even the woman they found in the ashes once the flames had long since gone. They had taken her to the nearby church to recover, where a few priests tended to her, cleaning her body of the ash as best they could, but it appeared the darkest colors of her flesh, like pitch, or ink stains, would not come off. Her clothing had also been replaced with a simple night gown for her to wear. And all the healers could do at this point were to pray... And wait to see if she'd ever wake up.
Elaros had woken up early that morning, barely having slept the night before, on account of leaving all of the candles lit. By the morning, they were all but burnt out, the floor beneath each one spattered with wax. He glanced at the few shadows left in his room, including the shadows beneath his sheets, before slipping out of bed. He kept The Seed in his drawer, now, deciding it best that he not wear it for a while.
By around ten in the morning, he had descended, flanked by his guards, into the communal room of the fairly high-class inn he was staying in. It was a common locale for nobles traveling here or passing through.
He approached the counter, and ordered some wine.
"Did you hear about the fire?" The innkeeper asked, adjusting his well groomed mustache.
"Hear about it?" Elaros chuckled. "It was my party that was burned down by it."
"That's just dreadful, sir. At least nobody was killed. Say, did you hear about the woman they found?"
Elaros' eyes snapped to the innkeeper's. "Continue," He said, halfway through a sip of wine.
"Oh yeah, they found her buried under the whole thing, in the ashes. It's a miracle from above that she's survived."
Elaros sighed, an action that made bubbles in his wine.
"Praise the gods."
Though the strange woman, bound to shadows did heal faster than most, it took more than the remainder of the day to come around, and by then the sun was beginning to set. The evening bells were chiming, and Iyla found herself lying there, just staring at the stone ceiling above.
As night grew closer and closer, Elaros got more and more nervous, shifting around in his seat at the inn's lounge. Wearing The Seed around his neck, he raised a hand to stroke the gold the rock was encapsulated in. Oh, she was going to come for him, wasn't she? He still had the stone, and for the life of him, he couldn't understand why he hadn't already gotten rid of it. Every time he tried, he just...stopped. He needed a plan. A way to defend himself when she would come for him. But what?
He still had time, still had time. He'd come up with something.
Rising from the bed, she rubbed at her head, which was throbbing. But after a few groggy moments, she felt more in tune with the sensations that drew her eyes towards the window.
The stone.
And as she sat there, she watched as the sun disappeared, the skies melting into orange, then fading into the deep purples of the on coming night. And before someone had come to check on her- she was gone.
Windows shut and doors closed and barred, Elaros paced back and forth in the main room of the inn, basically having commandeered it with a few cleverly placed bribes. The place was lit up like a fireworks show, and furniture was packed into anywhere there was shadows. He also ordered the torches on the outside of the inn replaced, and new one placed, so the entire place was like one, massive bastion of light.
Elaros held a musket in his arms, and he paused to test the hammer. Apsu and Tiamat above, could he even bring himself to do this? It'd be so much easier to give up the stone, but...It was too late. She'd definitely come back to kill him. He'd have to kill her for good this time, or at least capture her...
It wasn't hard to find him- light or no light, but just about everyone in town was looking at the 'light house' in the city. Iyla only frowned, staring up at it and contemplating her next action. But she settled on the more subtle approach and simply approached the door and knocked.
A knock.
Elaros wheeled about, and primed back the hammer on his musket, aiming it at the door. His guards also tensed up. A few moments passed, and one of them started to walk towards the door, bracing his polearm against it in case whoever was on the other side would try to break through.
"Who is it?" The guard asked, trying to pick up her scent and heat signature.
Iyla folded her arms across her chest. Glaring at the door for a good long while, she simply answered, "Who you were expecting."
Elaros' guard looked back at him, and Elaros released a sigh of finality. Slowly, he walked over to a single seat couch, sitting down on it and laying the musket on his lap, clicking the hammer all the way back. Across from his seat, was another one seater, and there was a glass coffee table between the seats, with a bottle of fine white wine between them.
"Let her in."
The guard looked at Elaros for a few moments, before opening the door, spilling the bright light out of the doorway. He motioned inside, keeping his glaive trained on her.
Iyla stood there for a good long while before even daring to enter inside the door. Her eyes were focused on every aspect of light in the room. It took her a while to see all of them, but all she found, and then some before those red eyes of her turned to him as she paused to stand in the middle of the room.
Elaros looked at her, drumming on the stock and barrel of the musket as his slit pupils analyzed her every move. She'd be weak in all this light. Probably close to human levels, at least. Silently, he motioned to the seat across the coffee table from him, and started to pour wine into the two glasses on the table in front of him.
Not moving, she hardened her gaze on the lizard man.
"I'm not here to talk."
"I feared you'd say that. For the life of me, I cannot understand why you just won't sit down and see reason."
He stood up, orienting the barrel in Iyla's direction.
"I want to give this stone to you. I really do. But it won't let me."
Unphased by the gun, she kept a look of indifference, that was, until he spoke. Her eyes narrowed.
"It doesn't belong to you,"s he growled, using every ounce of her being not to simply lunge at him. The cravings were so strong, it was almost nauseating, but she kept herself in control. She'd have that stone- one way.. or another.
Elaros placed a finger on the trigger, undaunted.
"I bought it. I had it set into this necklace. It belongs to me a hell of a lot more than it belongs to you, thief."
Iyla was unphased at his petty reply, or the fact he had the gumption to put his finger on the trigger.
"Trust me, I have more claim on it than you."
Money to her meant nothing. And she remained standing, staring down the barrel of his gun.
Elaros chuckled, a dark spark flashed through his eyes.
"It won't let me give it up. I thought about it, I really did. Leaving it with you while you rested. It would've given me peace." He sighed, and cracked his neck.
"As much as it pains me to say this, you're going to have to come take it from me."
The guards at his side lowered their polearms, preparing for battle.
Feigning an attack , when the guard struck out she dodged and grabbed the pole in midthrust, yanking it from his grip and turning it around once in her hands, hitting the opposing guard back with it before smacking the first to the ground. Now armed, and with a weapon she was familiar with, she turned to lunge the thing clean at lizard man's head.
Elaros raised the musket up to deflect her lunge, chipping some of the wood off the frame as the curved tip of the glaive collided against the firearm. He turned his hips to the side, intent on sweeping her off her feet with his tail.
She saw that coming a mile away and managed to leap over the tail, and stepped on it on purpose, before pushing off and leaping up high, aiming to bring the glaive down hard upon his head.
Elaros hissed, but the pain wasn't enough to distract him. He'd had his tail stepped on many times before, after all. Rather than block the glaive with his gun again, he took one of his hands off the gun and reached up to grab the shaft just under the blade as it came down, stopping it just before it hit his head.
Using the fact that Iyla had no leverage on the ground to fight his strength, he swung his arm to the side with all his strength, intent on throwing the glaive (and Iyla, by extension) into the ground.
The attempt was successful as she landed hard on her back, but didn't waste a beat to kick her boot out hard towards the.man's gut.
Elaros brought his free hand back to his gun, and as Iyla wound her foot back to kick him, he swing it to the side, intent on clubbing her ankle and deflecting her kick off to the side.
And did that ever hurt as Iyla swore and moved to tumble away and regain her footing before he got any cocky ideas touse his gun.
And that's when one of the men she felled rammed their glaive.clean through her, stopping Iyla dead in her tracks.
[So, can Iyla regenerate from anything? Let me know if I need to change this post]
Elaros stood there for a moment, as the bloody glaive tip of one of his guards jutted clean out of her abdomen from behind. Smiling, he raised his musket, and aimed for her chest before pulling the trigger.
Ooc: she can't die in this state, but it'll come back to haunt her later. :)
Still stunned from the glaive, black blood seeped out of her and onto the floor, before the musket was shot. Then blackblood exploded from her chest as she slumped backwards, still skewered on the spear and seemingly very much dead.
Elaros lowered the smoking barrel of the firearm. He nodded to his guard, and the guard pushed forwards and drew back, leaving Iyla face down on the ground. Elaros sighed. He looked like he was going to turn and leave, but he stopped. He began to reload his musket, and when he was finished, he shot Iyla in the head, just to make sure.
His eyes flashed red again.
"Tie her up, don't give her room to move. She's coming with us..." He purred.
Ooc: the musket to the head.might kill her, just.not now XD
Iyla was at their mercy, her body a limp pile with black,.bloodied holes all over it. But she was hardly dead. It would just take some time and.well... She' d be back. And she'd be pissed.
[Rule #2: Double Tap!]
Elaros didn't really know why he had such a fascination with Iyla. Perhaps the stone that had taken over his consciousness sensed her connection to it. No doubt, if the stone's dark desires were mingling with Elaros' hedonistic and pleasure-driven mind, nothing good was to come.
And so, it was to Elaros' residence in Serendipity where Iyla's body was spirited, kept under the brightest conditions possible at all times to slow down her regeneration as much as they could. Space was made in the cellar, and the entire room was brightened up to ridiculous levels, Iyla being stripped down to her underclothing and strapped to an adjustable table in the center of it all.
When it looked like she might just finally come to, Elaros waited in the room with her, seated a mere five feet away.
Groaning, her eyes slowly slid open but she instantly.winced. The light was bright and painful, add that to a.recovering head injury and she had one bad migraine. The light was enough to keep her disoriented and tired, and healed, just not fully so as her chest, bound beneath wraps of tight cloth, moved painfully with each breath.
Elaros looked to Iyla, a goblet of amontillado wine in his hands. He sipped from it, smiling darkly. There was an almost perceptible black wisp around his eyes. He stood up, and walked closer to her, taking a deep draft of her scent.
"You're awake, thief..."
Iyla.groaned and reached to clutch her head, but felt the resistance of her.restrains. Growling, she peered down at her bound form.and growled.
"Fuck you."
"This could've all been avoided, you know..." He started, and laid the tip of one of his claws on her abdomen, testing the skin there. "When we first met, you could've just asked for the stone. You could've bargained for it..."
Iyla was in no mood for his games.
"What do you want?"
[Just going to be safe and slap the [M] onto this. Might as well remove the [OPEN] tag as well]
"What do I want?"
He chuckled, and sipped some of his wine.
"I want revenge. You ruin my party, you threaten my life. Really, it's quite unfortunate for you that you can regenerate. Although..."
He stiffly laid his hand on the part of her chest he'd shot. "The stone tells me you're not complete. Not yet..."
Iyla cast him a look, her body tensing against her bonds before she growled, "What else does it tell you?" And her eyes glowed a subtle, brighter red, and not a happy glow.
"It tells me you want it. But it won't let me get rid of it," He said...
Suddenly, the glow left his eyes, and he looked slightly confused for a few moments, before it came back, and his face straightened out.
"It tells me...that you're sweet... It knows what I want..."
He reached a hand up to her chin, and pushed it to the side. He smelled her neck, and smiled, flashing his perfectly curved white fangs.
Iyla sneered at him. He wasn't the first person she'd seen be affected by the stone, and certainly he wouldn't be the last.
"That's because the stone is using you," she growled, baring her own teeth back to him. "It belongs to the darkness, and to the darkness it needs to go."
"But I don't want to go back..." Elaros said with a mockingly sad voice. He held out a hand, and one of the guards standing by drew his curved dagger. Hesitantly, he approached Elaros, who took the curved blade in his hand.
He oriented Iyla's face so it would stare dead on at his.
"Is it true? That you can't die?"
Iyla cut him a look, more annoyed than scared.
"You shot me, and from what I can feel- more than once. And the last time we met, you left me in a burning building. What do you think?"
"Well, it's never bad to have confirmation..." Elaros muttered.
He slowly dragged the tip of the dagger up her thigh, hard enough to leave a scratch as it went up.
"How many times, I wonder. How many times have you had that pretty fucking face of yours split in two? Or impaled? Or shot? How many..." He asked, stroking one of her cheeks with a claw.
Iyla glared at him, stiffening at what he suggested. She supposed there was a first time for everything, and certainly, this was the first time she'd be tortured in such a way. Most just left her for dead and took for the hills. But this one?
Perhaps he was more clever.
Or just deranged. Then again, the stone did tap into your core.
Realizing her struggle was futile, she lifted her chin but said nothing, not even flinching when her leg had drawn black blood.
"You're used to the pain, aren't you. So desensitised...poor thing..."
He continued to drag the knife upwards, and soon, it was at her abdomen. He stopped, and he cleaned the tip off on her face, before he slowly started to do the same thing on her other thigh.
"...so I'm going to appease this stone. Give it as much of your blood, tears, and suffering as it desires. And then, when it's drunk on the wine of your agony, I'm going to give it to you before it can stop me. It'll be your final torment. This damn thing will be your curse, not mine."
At that, Iyla laughed...
Well, almost.
"You've used it. It's already your curse. And when you think you're done with it, which you can't, I'll return the favor in kind and let my darkness suck you dry until you're nothing but a pile of mushy flesh."
Elaros smiled at that.
"Funny, you're talking as if you know exactly what I'm capable of."
He returned his snout to her neck, and his long, forked tongue slithered out from between his lips, tasting the air just above her skin. Suddenly, he chuckled.
"You smell confident. Tell me, is this your first time being tortured?"
Iyla shot him a glare.
"It doesn't matter what you're capable of, but I do know what that rock can do. And if you keep it, you'll only become its slave, that is, if it doesn't kill you, first."
[Ermahgerd, I just remembered this thread! Hopefully we can revive it?]
"If I keep it..."
Elaros slowly reached up behind his neck, and undid the clasp, taking the plated necklace with the stone off. He set it aside, on the small table he'd been seated at, and returned to Iyla.
"I'm not going to."
Using one of his claws, he pulled lightly at her upper underclothing, licking his lips.
Iyla's face twisted at the notion. He wasn't going to keep it? Then what was his plan? And when his claws tip toed northward, she felt herself shiver and grit her teeth.
He had to be joking...
"You see, I'm going to give it to you. Once I'm finished getting my dues."
He tore away her smallclothing, curling it over his fingers as he tossed it away.
"I know you won't forget me, so I'm going to make this memorable."
Iyla's gaze was as cold as the tundra, and as venomous as an asp. And once her small clothing was removed, she bore her teeth at him, much like that of a wild animal. And he would notice she had not skin like any normal person- for though her face was pale as porcelain, the rest of her body was mixed with parts layered in a crawling mess of inky black skin that started from her fingers and began to creep up her arms. The same faired with her legs, starting at her toes and creeping upwards.
She held her chin up, gaze still burning.
"Your dues?" she could have laughed. "I owe you nothing, and what you take from me will be nothing short of sin."
But she had a feeling this man reveled in that sort of thing, but that didn't stop her from glaring.
"You, my friend, owe me for the night we met. You owe me for what you did, for what a simple conversation would have avoided."
He looked down at her black and white skin, blinking curiously as he tasted the air.
"Very interesting colors you have. Dare I say, I find them a little attractive..."
Suddenly, he curled a hand into a fist, and rammed it into her stomach with as much force as he could muster.
Shocked, Iyla's eyes widened like saucers as all of her breath escaped her. Her entire stomach and ribs ached from the blow, and she couldn't react for seconds until she was able to breath again, gasping for breath and her heart pounding heavily.
"They're the colors of a curse," she growled at him, lips curled as she bore her teeth. "And go ahead, give me all you got. The curse will preserve me- and I will only be able to reply you in kind when you're through."
"Curse or not..."
He ran a clawtip against one of the seams between her dark flesh and her normal flesh, passing right over the red mark his fist had left.
"It's still attractive. I'm hoping the curse preserves you. I hope it preserves you good. Because I'm going to wipe that tough look off of your face."
With a flick of his knuckles, he took his finger off of her, before suddenly wheeling his hand back, balling it into a fist, and rocketing it towards her side.
But her tough look didn't recede, even as his fist met to her ribs.
Elaros studied her reaction, and joined his hands, taking a few steps back.
"You're real dogged, I'll give you that much. Let's see how you respond to stimulus of a different kind..."
He grabbed her neck, just below the head, and forced her head sideways against the wall. He got close, real close, and opened his mouth. His fangs gleamed as he bared them, and for a few moments, it looked like he might even tear her neck out with them, before his tongue slid out, and passed against her neck.
And at this new attempt, Iyla looked away, her expression relaying nothing, even when his tongue came out. But her skin did rise, and her nipples grew hard, but her face remained a.blank void.
"Oh?"
He retreated his snout from her neck, tongue still slithering in the air like a sensuous snake. His eyes glanced down to her hardened nipples, and he pinched one between the tips of two claws without skewering it on them. The other hand remained on her neck, although he allowed her to straighten up her head if she so desired.
"Hard nipples? Did you like that, thief?" He asked, before he began to knead the nipple between the two clawtips holding it.
"It's just a reaction. Like shivers from rain. It doesn't mean you like it. It just is what it is," she told him flatly, keeping back any and all emotions.
"My, so defensive..."
Elaros continued to tease at the nipple, until he grew tired of it and full on grabbed her tit, lightly squeezing it beneath his claws as he felt it.
"Can you tell me why? Why it is you chose to make so much trouble without even trying to bargain for the stone first?"
It was only then that her eyes flashed a wild, red color and she bore her teeth at him like an animal.
"Because the stone belongs to me!"
"Does it? Really?"
Elaros continued to amuse himself with her breast, and moved his other hand up so he could fondle both of them.
"I suppose that makes sense, the cursed skin, the shadowy powers... although it doesn't immediately give you an excuse to throw away all civility."
Elaros played with the small holes in the nipples with the tips of his claws.
"Well, at any rate...when I let you go...it'll be all yours. You can have some comfort in that regard."
And Iyla gave him no satisfaction in a response, but simply grit her teeth when his claws made entry, as those red eyes still continued to burn.
"Such a hate-filled creature...would I find it surprising to find out that nobody's loved you in ages? Not that I love you. You must be so pent up..."
With that, he moved away from her, slipping the tips of his claws out of her nipples and movijg towards a small table covered in vials and sharp implements.
He picked up a rectangular vial, and poured out a fine, vibrantly orange dust into his hand.
He approached her, scooping up some of the dust in a finger and inhaling it through a nostril.
"Why don't you...let go a little?"
And with that, he blew the rest into Iyla's face.
Iyla cringed when he blew the dust on her, but had no control over the fact she needed to breath. And the second she did, her mind felt light while her body felt heavy, and it felt as if she were floating away. Her body also felt hot, and her eyes dilated quickly as the world around her continued to feel farther and farther away, while the heat somehow kept her grounded to the hear and now.
Not knowing what to make of the drug, she growled out, "Let go?" But to hear her voice come out- so garbled and to her- so far away...
It made her pause in the moment as she looked around, as if lost, or simply just confused.
The drug was one of Elaros' go-tos. He'd used it fairly often, and it was something that could be found in many brothels. The drug distanced the user, made them overtly sensitive and delirious. Elaros had given her a slightly higher dosage than recommended, although it was far from harmful.
He slid a claw down her chest, his chuckle echoing around the room.
"Release yourself..."
Her senses were all mixed up, but one thing was clear now...
that the moment his claw slid down her chest, her body arched wantingly against the chains, and her throat emitted a low, gruff moan as she squirmed. It didn't take much to put the woman in heat. And he had been right with his assessment earlier...
It had been sometime since she had enjoyed herself with a man.
"Why, you've come around to this rather quick, thief. Could it be that deep down inside, you just want a little love?" Elaros asked reasingly, and repeated the motion, this time with all the claws on his hand.
His touch would be fire to her.
H tilted her head to the side with his free hand, and went in to lick her neck again, aiming for the most sensitive spot.
At the touch of his nails, the sensation of his tongue, her body ached and arched higher, eyes fluttering, nearly rolling back as she moaned softly, even against her will.
"L-love...?" she growled, the words becoming hard to choke out through the overwhelming sensations he was playing against her. "It's not love I need.." she went on, her growl growing more hoarse, sharp. "I need my freedom."
"Well, perhaps need is the wrong word...desire is much better, I think."
His claws continued to run down her body, dancing around her navel and creeping downwards ever so slowly. He moved his mouth down to suck at her tit.
"How about this, thief. You enjoy this, and I'll set you free, with your precious stone to keep. Really, it's a no-brainer for you. When you feel as good as you do know, it's an impossible deal to refute."
Gritting her teeth, she released a held breath and knew that he was right.
"If you wanted to just fuck.." she growled through a moan. "You could have just asked. But all I want... is that stone.." And her eyes slowly closed as she tilted her head to one side.
And she went silent for a moment before whispering, "I'm all yours."
It wouldn't be the first time she'd have to give herself to another man. And with her mind on whatever that dust was he blew on her...
She began to stop trying to fight it, and let herself melt into the sensations as she shivered.
"Don't worry, thief. When I'm done with you, you'll be almost reluctant to leave," he said as his tongue began snaking about and working on her tit and nipple. After a few moments, he lifted it up, and returned to kissing her neck.
His claws slipped beneath her panies, and he teased at the very edge of her womanhood, testing her reactions.
And as it was before, her breaths became shallow, her body, tensing and threatening to writh. And against her will, her body arched ever so slightly, eager for him to play.
Elaros continued in this manner for a good minute, getting a feel for her reactions and sensitive spots, knowledge which he would use later to devastating effect.
When he was done, he pulled his mouth away from her neck, so he could gaze into her eyes. He raised a claw to pass it over Iyla's cheek, and then lips, and he released another small chuckle. At that same moment, his claws stopped teasing the edge of her sex, and actually began to work on it, sensually and slowly.
And that's when her lips dropped open, releasing a dry and curdled moan. His fingers were like heaven, and he'd realize how easily it would be to continue to penetrate her in this way as her sex puckered and moved around his clawed finger, and was hot and soaking wet.
Elaros' assault was chillingly precise. His fingers moved with intensity Iyla had never seen before, yet they were slow and silky in their motions.
He surged forwards, pressing his chest to hers as he continued to kiss her behind the ears and around her neck.
Heat and need were escalating as her body was flushed and growing sticky with sweat. And despite the heat of the moment, she shivered as he gave attention to her neck, and her hips slowly began to move, but only subtly. Some part of her seemed to be fighting it. Yet it was evident in the way her eyes sparkled what she desired as she continued to writhe.
"Oh, my little thief..." Elaros purred into the nape of her neck.
"You've already given in, you just haven't realized it. Stop fighting it..."
He raised his mouth from Iyla's neck, directing his eyes into hers, as he pressed his snout to her lips and kissed her quite deeply.
"You're not going anywhere, you might as well enjoy this to its fullest."
Caught off guard by the kiss, Iyla simply stared at him, dazed for a moment, and flushed. And though she grit her teeth, trying to remain stubborn, it was more than evident lust was winning as she tried desperately to swallow down a moan.
Although Elaros had his eyes closed, he could see the heat welling up in Iyla's cheeks. He broke their kiss, and he began to finger her with greater intensity.
"How long, I wonder? How long until it's you that's kissing me?"
She made a noise, something between a grunt and growl.
"It.. would be hard to... retaliate," she said through strained breaths. "In such a position."
Considering, had she the option, he'd be dead meat right about now. Lucky for him, he was smart, she supposed, and the drug was working wonders, and so was the lack of any true and powerful shadows for her to reach out for.
Damn him! She felt herself growing more heated, her sex gripping his fingers as they worked and soon she was squeezing her eyes shut and trying to keep herself from moaning, but the heavy breathing was certainly there.
"Oh, come now. Lighten up a bit!"
Elaros caught onto her weakness. There was blood in the water now, and Elaros was quite the talented shark! Even as she twitched away, Elaros became slightly more aggressive, knowing just how to use the tips of his claws inside of her without causing any harm.
He decided to give Iyla another few layers of pressure, so he began fondling her tits again with his free hand while he resumed kissing her neck.
"Really, this is win-win for you. You get your stone, and you get what I believe to be some much needed sex. You're all pent-up, thief. Tell me, how long has it been since a man made you squeal?"
When his mouth found her breasts, she released a soft noise of appreciation, and moaned, just a little, but it was still obviously repressed. But at his comment, about when the last time she had a man, she bared her teeth at him, but found herself unable to answer as she tried to suppress yet another moan. It felt so good, so heavenly. Why not give in? Perhaps it was her stubborn, Adelan pride, or perhaps even the fact the stone was so very near and the sensations from it were maddening. Whatever the cause, she was stuck where she was, while Elaros continued to pleasure her, and her heat was growing more intense.
Elaros only smiled a bit wider as Iyla continued to try and be fierce. He knew that if she kept building up like this, the dam would eventually overflow. He added a third finger into Iyla's slick womanhood, and he worked on her tits more aggressively.
The addition made her lips part, and her throat ache. Her body burned, and her sex gripped those fingers as she panted lightly and closed her eyes tighter. Damn him for making her feel so good. And she was feeling herself breaking, nearly driven wild-
But still she clung onto whatever she could of herself fervently. She would not succumb to him as easily as he would think!
Or so she believed as a moan was building between her closed lips.
Elaros could see Iyla's throat tightening as she held in her vocalizations. He knew she was close. She was being defiant, sure, but once she hit that breaking point, things would be different.
In preparation, Elaros dropped his lower robe. His member was already out, and Iyla would be able to see what was in store for her. Who knew? Maybe the sight of Elaros' cock would only help push her along. After all, such a massive member promised so much pleasure.
Elaros added a fourth finger, and watched Iyla closely.
And he was right. The second she saw his member she gasped, her sex beginning to spasm wildly as she neared her peak. By the Gods, this was all madness, but int he same breath...
The drugs had made it oh so satisfying that soon the with held breaths were no longer with held and moans were coming through in loud vibrations from her throat. And soon she was crying out,
"Yes! YES! YES!!!" As she was just about to come. She was so close. So dangerously close that she was only seeing white and feeling ecstasy.
And with that, he had her.
Elaros blanketed her cries with his snout as he kissed her quite powerfully, bringing his fingering of her to a fever pitch, making her burn as hot as possible as Iyla's first climax came closer and closer.
He broke the kiss, licking her saliva off of his snout.
"That's it! Scream for me!"
That was all that was needed. The command, the kiss, the rush and loss of herself to pure bliss. And she screamed, oh how she screamed as his fingers fucked her so intensely she was seeing white, and her mind was whirling, like a hurricane.
Iyla wasn't out of the woods yet, oh no. Elaros would continue to pound her wet sex with his fingers until her climax had completely passed.
And it seemed Elaros would get his wish, as her face and body flushed, her lips parted in agonizing moans as her peak drew near. And just when she thought she wouldn't see the end...
She came. And her screams were so intense, it made her throat raw.
Iyla's screaming was so potent, that one of the guards outside the room poked his head in just to see what was going on. Upon seeing Elaros at work, he smiled, before closing it again. It was a brief flash, nothing Iyla would ever notice in her current state.
Elaros gave Iyla time to wind down, to let the cascading pleasure dull away. He chuckled as he kissed her neck, and pulled his fingers out, smearing Iyla's juices onto her breasts.
"Tell me, is there something you want?" Elaros asked Iyla, prodding her quivering sex with the tip of his cock.
"Because that was only a sample..."
Still exhausted and recovering from the finger fuck,Iyla said nothing, her chest rising and falling with each heated breath. But after a moment, her lips curled. What did she want? And she wondered if it would surprise him when she growled out the response,
"All I want is my stone."
But the quivering dick, swollen and ready outside the folds of her heated sex, might have been a close second.
"And you're going to get your stone! But before that, you're going to have the night of your life. It's already proven eventful, hasn't it?" Elaros continued to purr as he started to rub his length against her folds in slow, tantalizing movements, leaning in to compound that sensation with a kiss to her neck.
Iyla could not suppress a moan through her bared teeth, and her eyes nearly closed at their closeness as his cock teased her folds. It was too much for her, her own wildness mixing with that of the drug, and of her heat, and with a growl, she simply responded, "Gods... Just fuck me."
Because in that dizzying moment, she wanted nothing else.
Elaros' smile was wicked, and he leaned in, his snout coming within centimeters of Iyla's mouth as he tortuously dragged his cock back and forth beneath her. Reaching between them, Elaros situated himself for entry, his tip sitting at her entrance.
"I will oblige you, theif."
He pushed his snout against her lips, blanketing her senses with a kiss even as he began to push in, inch by inch.
With each tease, Iyla felt her heat flare up uncontrollably. Her sex spasmed, hoping to taste as much as she could from each slow inch of him. And it was torturous as Iyla growled out, "I said fuck me!"
Almost as if he was waiting for those exact words, Elaros lanced into Iyla the rest of the way. Reaching down to her ankles, he unlatched them from their restraints, and spread her legs wider so he could bury himself to the hilt.
He danced his claws across her thighs as he held her legs up and apart, savoring the initial penetration for a few seconds before he began to assault her.
Finally getting what she wanted, she found herself growling. This was still not enough. He had tormented her for too long and the heat was real.
"Gods!" She panted, her entire body tensing. "Faster! Fuck me faster!"
Elaros raised one of his scaly eyebrows, but didn't protest as he shifted on his feet, angling himself so he could pound into Iyla both deeper and faster.
"So eager!"
Iyla's eyes rolled back as she released a heated moan. And baring her teeth again, she growled out, "I know." And she held back another moan before finally growling again, "You drugged me. I have little choice."
"Oh, come now. At least I'm not torturing you. Besides, don't act like you don't like this. Because I know you do," Elaros teased, and darted in to start kissing her neck again. His hands flew down to her ass, and he gripped it tightly.
No longer able to suppress the moans, she arched into the sensations of the kisses and the pounding of his dick as he claimed her. And though she could counter that with saying this was torture, the part of her that believed it wasn't had already won over in the moment as her now free legs clung tightly around him and reveled in all the sensations he could give.
Elaros' kisses struck deep into the most sensitive parts of her neck, and in that sense, he was tantalizingly slow, even as he pounded her against the vertical table she was still restrained to. His claws began to pass over her body, occasionally tracing the seams between her cursed and healthy flesh.
And in reply, he'd hear her breaths of appreciation and see the way her body tensed and quivered at his touch. The man was merciless, but his efforts would not go unrewarded, as her sex gripped him tightly as she felt her senses burning and the feelings of bliss rise between her legs. She was close, oh how she felt so close that it was agony, as his dick still worked as a hard piston as it pounded into her again and again.
Elaros kept following the little trails of sensation Iyla left him, following up on her twitches and quivers with merciless efficiency. His mouth dropped from her neck, and he began to suckle on her breasts, using his tongue to constrict her nipple while he applied suction with his mouth.
And that was enough to get her arching, face flush, chest out and heaving with short, shallow breaths as she was soon taking gulps of air and becoming more red faced, her sex going tighter as she with held an orgasm from herself in the maddening moment. Except she was so near to her peak it wouldn't last long as her moans returned and she simply melted at the attention to her breasts with his tongue.
Elaros hissed sensually, and he nipped her breast with his teeth. He could feel Iyla approaching her climax for the second time now, and he knew he was holding herself back.
So, to push her over the edge, he accelerated, and tilted her up a bit more so he could hit her at a more sensitive angle.
And that was all it would take to break the dam again. She was seeing white, unable to scream as she arched up into the sensation before screaming out. Had her hands been free, she'd have torn open his back with her finger nails digging into his scales as she rocked her hips while her sex moved frantically as she came.
"Yes, that's it!"
Elaros pushed all the way in and held himself there as Iyla's walls had their way with him. He reveled in the sensation, and his own climax was beginning to appear on the horizon. Fortunately for Iyla, it wasn't too close.
He reached up and unclasped Iylas wrists. The table went horizontal, and Elaros placed her belly down against it rather forcefully, all the while without ever leaving her sex.
The sensation of the table flipping did not help end her first orgasm (or rather second one, at this point), but rather aided in another one as she felt her belly fly and then he, upon her, mounting her like a hound as she writhed and clung her sex to him without thought. Despite being unchained now, she let him do as he pleased, because she was too far gone beneath his spell, and needed as much relief as he could give her.
Elaros grinned when Iyla didn't even bother to escape. He could see that she wasn't even thinking about it.
Now that she was on her belly, and he was situated behind her, his power really became apparent. Each impact shot Iyla forward as he threatened to fuck the senses out of her. Feeling dominant, Elaros gave one of Iyla's asscheeks a stiff spank, to see how she'd receive it.
THe spanking elicited a growl, but so did the fucking. And she was baring her teeth like a feral dog, growling and moaning while he dominated her, and she...
Well, she had nothing to say to that then to let the fucker fuck.
For some reason, Elaros found himself really into the whole "Feral" vibe Iyla was giving off. The fact that she was growling and yelping like a wild dog, despite the fact that she was still obviously enjoying this all, was a pretty big turn-on for him. He planted his hands by her head, claws digging into the table as he continued to decimate her, baring his own fangs.
He had every right to be proud, to be genuinely over come by over coming her. Iyla wasn't an easy woman to crack, for sex or not, and it was also not natural for her to so easily let things go. Her body and mind was becoming more and more feral towards the shadow powers that consumed her, to the wicked being that trapped her soul. And with it,s he was losing herself, but the stubborn pride of her Adelan blood was equally hard to crack, so continue to growl she did as he fucked her, and fucked her raw.
Elaros allowed himself to lean back a bit, claws leaving trenches on the table as he dragged them backwards and clasped them around Iyla's hips. He began pushing her against him, much too into things now to ever possibly slow down.
"So much pent up energy!"
Iyla hissed.
"Shut up!"
But even her own growls turned back into moans as his pounding continued to build up another mountain of heat.
Elaros sighed.
"Even after all this, you still haven't livened up? Tsk tsk..."
He looped one arm under one of her legs, and lifted it up, spreading her as wide as she could go.
"Remember, you still get the stone after all this. There's no reason to be so hostile."
Iyla bore her teeth, but her eyes rolled back and any growl turned into more purrs and moans. Though she had been sated more than once, what she was... and all she had been through...
It would take more than that to get her to completely collapse into any sort of submission and peace.
Elaros drove himself to go faster. This wasn't a problem of getting what he wanted anymore. Iyla, in her stubbornness, had posed a challenge for him, and he wasn't going to give up until she was satisfied, damn it!
The next bought of sex was finally getting to her, another rise of heat, another insane pull of desire versus any sort of insanity as her breath hitched, her hips rised and pressed against him in such a way he was hitting exactly where she desired, and soon her finger nails were gripping into anything she could as her moans grew louder and louder.
Elaros' breathing started to become shorter and shorter as he approached his first climax. His claws clamped down tighter on her hips, and he accelerated into a fever pitch.
His breathing wasn't the only one that was shallow. She was panting along with him, and as his thrusts sped up, so did her gasps and the volume of her moans.
Elaros could feel it coming now. Closer and closer, until--
With a final, all-powerful push, he came, and it was with great power that he began to fill Iyla up, every spurt accompanied by a massive thrust to send it come.
It was all more than Iyla could bear, and as his hot cum continued to fill her, she released an aggressive growl and suddenly turned him around, pinning him down powerfully as she rode his cock like a bucking horse. ANd she could feel him still shooting up within her, feeling her up and then some as his hot seed leaked down from his cock and rivered down her thighs as she smashed her lips to his snout and began to claim him, over and over again.
Before Elaros could even quite register what had happened, he was on the floor. For an infinitely small moment of time, he thought he'd been bested, but once his senses focused again, he found the opposite to be true. Iyla's lips crashing into his snout snapped him back from the haze of orgasm, and he gripped the back of her head to return her kiss with burning passion.
He'd never thought she'd go this wild on him! But regardless, he returned every downwards slam of her hips with an upward thrust of his own, their bodies making the most sinful sounds as they slapped wetly together.
Like an animal she rode him, breath hitching, bodies slapping as she was quickly nearing her peak. And now being fully in control, he could not stop her from getting what she desired-
and in the moment, the stone was forgotten for the one primal craving all beings had. And right now, she wanted to mate with Elaros, to become one and be rocked unto heaven.
Tossing her head back, she released a curdling scream as her body stopped, her thighs tightening as her sex spasmed wildly as she came, and came and came, using the reptile's rock hard cock for all it was worth.
"Yes, thief! Yes!"
At some point Elaros couldn't identify, they'd gone from fucking, to rutting, to full on uninhibited sin. Iyla drove herself to another devastating climax atop his cock, and he seized the moment.
He reached up to grab her throat, and he turned the situation around, placing Iyla on her back with him on top. It was without mercy that he began to fuck her into the ground, driving his cock into her with enough power to shake her mind.
Were she any other woman, or even the woman she had been before her curse, she might not be enjoying this primal roll of dominance. But something about it kept fueling the fires, and as he banged into her without mercy, she rolled her hips back in mind, growling and biting as his neck and snout and any other thing she could think to sink her teeth and fingernails into in that blinding moment of passion and bliss.
Elaros' neck was out of Iyla's reach, but his snout was caught in one of her wild gnashings. She didn't break scales, but he pulled his snout back, huffing air out of his mouth as the sheer thrill of that moment spurred him to new levels.
He presented his tail to her mouth as he continued to fuck her, hoping the tough scales on it would tide her teeth over.
And it worked for now, teeth biting into them fiercely as she continued to writhe and buck against him. All order was lost. And chaos... pleasure.. bliss, ran supreme.
Elaros played with his tail, almost as if Iyla was a dog, tugging on it playfully to provide some kind of resistance, even as he pitched her legs up onto his shoulders to sharpen his angle of attack.
Eventually the tail wasn't needed as the new angle had her tossing her head back in a cry of pleasure. She was positively howling and soaking wet from all their banging. But she had fallen prey to whatever it was he had done to her- mixed with just a little bit of her own insanity.
Elaros retracted his tail, letting it sway behind him with slow, calm motions almost inconsistent with their wild animalistic fucking. Signs of their activity were all over, mostly in the form of wet patches left behind by Iyla.
Right now, his only desire was to keep Iyla howling.
Soon Iyla was on her knees, begging for him to take her like a dog, all the while panting and the rest of her body was growing hotter with sweat.
Elaros took the invitation eagerly, shunting himself up onto his knees and grabbing Iyla's hips tightly, sending delightful prickles up her system as his claws clamped down on them. He wasted no time in ravaging her with the initial penetration, and he took a moment to savor it before he picked his rhythm back up.
A wildness became her like no other, and as the lizard man pounded into her heart, her fingers clawed into whatever they could, as her sex tightened so she could feel his entire length pound into her, again and again and again.
"Yes, there we go, thief..."
Elaros further asserted his dominance by grabbing Iyla's elbows, and pulling her arms back towards him. This pinned her back to his chest as they both stood on their knees, joining them at an entirely new angle.
Elaros leaned forward to nip her earlobe, nearly piercing the skin.
"One more time, thief. Just come for me one more time..."
Iyla gasped at the new angle. This man was merciless, and she only nodded, more than eager to oblige.
"Gods, just fuck me!" she growled. She had no time for games. She wanted to be taken as badly as he.
Elaros was quick to resume the motions after he'd adjusted himself to their new position, and soon enough he was driving himself in deep.
It felt like a knife cutting into her. A pleasurable knife, that plunged and stabbed in deeper than it's hilt. And she was bouncing so hard against the efforts she was seeing white as the powerful flow of ecstasy was rising along with her heat.
Elaros let go of her elbows, and instead pinned her to him by grabbing onto her breasts. This time, his claws did draw blood, if only in small pinpricks.
The pain only heightened the sensations of pleasure as she sucked in a breath and leaned back against him, closing her eyes tightly as her sex spasmed while her heat felt as though it might explode.
Elaros found his eyes fluttering shut as well, preferring to take in Iyla through sensation only. He was approaching his climax again. It wouldn't be long, now...
He wasn't the only one nearing his peak, and soon Iyla was seeing white as she screamed so hard she swore her throat was going to bleed.
As Iyla screamed and her sex tightened down n Elaros, it was that final motion which sucked out the last of him.
With one final, momentous thrust, Elaros came veritable buckets, filling every centimeter of Iyla with his seed. He sagged a bit, but he still held her to him.
She was pretty sure she had never been so filled up in all her life. His cum was everywhere, rivering down her legs, pooling at their feet, and still remaining stuffed deep inside her. Her sex spasmed at the sensation before she shivered and tried to catch her breath.
"Ass.." she panted after a while. "Are... are we done here?"
Elaros took a few slow, measured breaths as he tried to regain himself. He smiled, and buried his snout in the back of her neck, nuzzling her tenderly.
"Do you want to be done?"
Iyla winced at his question, gritting her teeth as she replied, "You owe me that stone."
Elaros frowned a bit, but he then laughed.
"Alright, alright. You'll get your stone"
He patted her side, letting her know to get up off of him.
"I know you liked it, though. Don't tell me you didn't..."
Her sex still clung to his. But even at such a vice grip, she frowned.
"Does it matter if I liked it?" she growled, finally moving off his body. "Other men claim the same, doesn't mean I care for it. The body's urges.... they're primitive.. beast like. And I wish not to be a beast anymore."
"Oh, but you sounded like you were having the grandest time," Elaros cooed, even as he slid out of her for the final time. He rose to his feet, glancing down to his slick member. He smirked, and it slid back into the protection of his body.
"And there's no need to be so glum about it, either. Those aren't the feelings of a beast, either! Wanting to make love reminds you that you're still alive, and there's nothing better than being satisfied..."
Elaros took a few tentative steps towards her, stopping at about elbow distance.
She only glared. Though she had words she could spit at him, she held them back.
"Where is it?"
"Relax. You will have it," Elaros said. For the life of him, Elaros didn't understand why Iyla was so dead focused on hating the experience they just had.
Sure, maybe she didn't want to have sex at first, but she enjoyed it later, didn't she? She howled for his cock and seed, howled like no other!
He stepped over to the table where he'd left the amulet with the stone embedded in it. Turning the stone, he took it out. He held it in an open palm, passing a claw over its surface.
"It's yours. Like I said before, thief: You get your stone, you get great sex. Win-win."
Iyla's glare was like a hundred daggers. And though the copious amounts of sex had wore her down, at the visual revealing of the stone, her blood rekindle, her eyes sparkling and her mouth, even salivating. And in a blur, she lunged for it, snatching it from his claws and drawing back, defensively against the wall, while her red eyes darted around, seeking the way out.
Elaros' hand remained outstretched for a few seconds after Iyla had taken the stone, and he drew it back, holding it to his chest.
"Now now, nobody's going to take it from you. Why don't you get dressed, and I'll escort you to the door. Sound good?"
Iyla bared her teeth, nothing short of the threatening fangs of a dog.
"I think you've showed me enough. Now move."
"Alright then. Let's go."
Elaros made a sidelong glance towards her clothing on the floor, and back to her, before he shrugged his shoulders and stepped out of the room, holding the door open so Iyla could follow him.
Clothing was useless. Once she was back in the shadows she'd move like the night, dark and unseen. But for now... her hand gripped around the seed she held so tight her knuckles whitened. She watched as Elaros moved, and was quick to follow, but she only took a few steps before she stumbled- not realizing how sore her legs were after their fling.
Elaros tail shot up to support her chest. He was sort of expecting her to stumble like that. Really, after a fuckfest like theirs, he was surprised she could even walk straight.
"Maybe you should take things a bit slower. There's no rush, you know."
Iyla glowered at him.
"I'll be fine. Just get me out of this damn lit room!" The shadows could help heal her so much faster than this. This? This was torture! And it reminded her that she had once been so... human.
Fortunately for Iyla, the hallways just outside the room where she was being kept were considerably dimmer. Although they weren't the pitch black she desired, it was still pretty dim. Dim enough for her to start regenerating.
"You really need to lighten up..."
Oh and the glare to that was poisonous.
"I don't like the light." Especially after he had figured out her weakness. Bastard.
Elaros' hand shot up to his chest.
"Oh, I didn't quite mean it like that. Forgive me," he said, a genuinely apologetic look on his face.
"It's not healthy to be so negative. I was trying to say that you should be more positive.I think you'll find that smiling every once in a while is pretty good for the demeanor."
And at such a comment, her eyes narrowed even more.
"Keep your opinions to yourself." And she limped along the long hall, wishing to god it was night outside. She could use the quicker recovery, even though she had a feeling it would take more than a sunless sky to help rejuvenate her. Damn curse.
Elaros' eyes narrowed, a rare lapse in his friendliness. He turned his head back towards their direction of travel as they moved through the hallways of his estate, towards the foyer.
"Do you need anything before you go? Some water, maybe?"
His narrowed gaze was met with one of her own. She sneered.
"No." And she paused to look him over. "Though if I were to make any request, it would be for you to leave me alone. It's not like I need an escort." Even if she appeared to be moving like a soldier wounded from battle.
"Oh, but I want to escort you, er..."
He paused, raising a finger to his chin curiously.
"I don't think I got your name, actually."
Iyla paused long enough to give him a poisonous glare. Wanting to help? Was that like throwing salt in her wounds? Her eyes narrowed.
"My name?It matters not." And in more ways than one. After all, her identity was slowly being consumed by another, and if she continued to remain in this man's 'possession', she feared the shadows would win. She grit her teeth and spat, "You can just keep calling me thief."
And she tried to brush away from him and moved faster than her body wanted.