Rise up. Or die an infidel [M]

[Medievarad]

Apart from the groans and snarls, Limadan remained silent, starting to up the pace at wich he was fucking Luthien. He groaned deeply, his member started to twitch inside of Luthien, and with another low snarl, he came inside the moon elf, splurting his load inside.

Yet, he didn't even slow down for an instant, as he kept on bouncing the elf up and down of himself, his stamina being of an unnatural grandness.

[Parkway]

Luthein was surprised that he did not stop upon his marking her.  She moved back into him and let her own climax happen as he stroked her insides with his massive member she simulated herself as well.  He would feel her tighten as she let her orgasm flow.  It slowly spread throughout her body as she shuddered and rocked against him. 

He seemed not to be concerned with her as he tended his own needs and wants.  She leaned back onto his chest as for the moment she was spent. Her head lulled back and forth as he continued to use her. 

Soon she was able to breath at a steady pace.  He had not slowed down.  "M'lord.  Please turn me around.  Let me face you this time."  She wanted nothing more then to please him again.  Feel him spray his seed inside her and make her part of him.

[Medievarad]

He kept relentlessly fucking Luthien. Without remorse pounding himself in and out. Not even slowing down his rythm in the slightest, it was almost like he was still speeding up. The woman went weak in his arms. With a low snarl he grabbed Luthien's thighs for a moment, stabilising her on his lap.

He let out a low grunt in response to her wish. Pulling her up again, with a lewd pop his dick being pulled out from the elf. He seemed to lift Luthien without any much effort. Turning her around and plunging his member back inside of her. Resuming to ravage the elf without preservation.

[Parkway]

She was nothing in his arms he lifted and turned her and resumed his incessant pounding rhythm.  Her moans where hungry!  She steadied herself by digging her nails into his shoulders.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and she began to ride the beast of a man.

Her lips find there way to his shoulders and she bites him roughly.  Her teeth breaking skin.  It is an age old making of the Luna Elves as she leans her neck not thinking of his helmet.  Waiting for his mark of claim.

[Medievarad]

Limadan snarled again. "You're mine.." He bit out bitterly, his grip on her waist tightening. Slowly, but surely, thr both of thrm would start feeling faint hints of eachother's pleasure. Yet. Limadan's corrupted mind also seeped wothin Luthien's, slowly her mind being captivated by the dark teachings and doctrines.

[Parkway]

That was all she needed to know.  Once he claimed her she gave over to his power.  She fought nothing.  As she felt him flow into her she rolled her head all the way back.  Her  eyes glazed as he feed her the of his teachings. 

She felt it flowing and weaving throughout her core.  She never experienced anything so strong or binding.  She kept murmuring "Yes M'lord your teachings shall be done!  I will....I WILL" 

[Medievarad]

He merely snarled in response, still ramming himself inside of Luthien and back with brutal movements and a primal lust. The blood trickling down his shoulder, the nails in his back only motivating him more. Ans there was the second time he came, errupting inside Luthien once more with the violent twitching of his dick. Spraying more of his seed inside the elf. Pregnancy was not a possibility. The corruption coursing through his body killed all his seed immediarly. Making him infertile.

And his movement, his speed didn't relent in the slightest. Like nothing has happened.

[Parkway]

She knew it was time again as he throbbed and  pulsed.  She bent to his will and accepted him inside her.  The warm gush of his liquid had her buck against him.  She took his seed and his teachings. 

He seemed to not be done.  As she arched her back and her nails clawed their way down his chest.  Stopping at his nipples she pinched them unmercifully.  She was a lithe and limber elf as she laid herself flat back to allow him to watch his member impale her body.  Her moans letting him know her own climax was drawing nearer.

[Medievarad]

His grip shifted to her tighs, still not relenting in his movements. Limadan merely looked at the woman's face. Snarling and groaning loudly. He felt the hands at his body, sliding down to his nipples and pinching them. Well, his right one. His left thorax was completely covered by the black and green corruption.

Yet, he didn't seem to react to the pinches. Instead, he grabbed Luthien's waist, standing up straight again without pulling away. The position of his grip causing her shoulders smacking against the ground due to a lack of support, only keeping her hips up as he proceeded slamming into Luthien.

[Parkway]

She allows him to manipulate her as his corruption of her mind, body, and soul.

The fire creates an eerie image of the two.   As their panting, grunts and groans are about all that could be heard. 

She feels nothing but the pleasure of the corrupt seed.

[Medievarad]

Limadan grit his teeth underneath the steel mask, his grip tightening on Luthien's waist, the corrupted claw breaking skin and drawing several trickles of blood. He slammed inside Luthien for a last time, before pulling her off, dropping her to the floor as he was done with her.

He picked up the armor again, clothing himself in the steel once more. Seeming to be uncaring for Luthien's physical state. Well, he could feel it through the bond.

[Parkway]

Luthien was spent.  He was down and the seed of corruption had been planted.  She laid there for a few minutes.  Once her senses where in check she got up and dressed.  She dressed the fire again. 

She never said a word for the time being.  She laid back down on the ground and slowly fell asleep.

[Medievarad]

The steel giant didn't move. He merely sat there, seething slowly. Not minding Luthien's movements. When the moon elf sat up again, she'd find Limadan in the exact same position. Not moving a muscle. A stray humming bird sitting on his shoulder, testifying of just how still he sat.

[Parkway]

After a few hours of sleep she stirred and rose.  He sat as he had before she drifted.  Her movements startled a bird sitting on the large male. 

Rubbing her eyes she pulled her water bladder our and washed her mouth and splashed her face.


"M'lord, I am rested and ready.  What is it you will need me to do.  I am your servant to command."

[Medievarad]

He merely snarled in response, standing up again. The seething aura lf dread that surrounded him slowly dissipating once more. He started walking again, only to speak after half an hour. "People." Was what he merely stated. A caravan slowly travelling towards them.

[Parkway]

She looked up in the direction of the caravan.  This was something of a test she thought, right?  Did he mean for her to follow his lead of make the first move.  Her corruption was so new that she herself had no idea it still was taking a hold inside her.

She looked at him not wanting to upset her master.

[Medievarad]

Limadan merely walked down the hill, standing in the middle of the road, waiting for the caravan to approach.

[Parkway]

Luthien kept her distance to her lord and stood off too his left.  She kept her hand on her hilt for the ready.

She must have looked quite the site.  Dirty with dried blood.  Caked in her hair.  Even her armor filthy from the blood of the girl she slaughtered and ate.

[Medievarad]

The caravan stopped infront of them, the leader raising his hand to stop. "Halt."  Was added to the command. The man made his horse take several steps forward, watching the two. "This caravan is under protection of lord Daracen. I warn you to not interfere with our travels."

Limadan smirked slowly, looking at the moon elf. "We need some supplies, don't we?" He said as he pulled out his blade.

[Parkway]

Luthien smiled at him.  Indeed they did!

She un-seethed her sword and approached the caravan.   She stopped a few feet from one of the guards on foot. 

"Do you give your soul to The Gray Lady?"  Her voice flat and her question direct.

The guard looked at the dirty moon elf and then at his commander.  His eyes showed fear and Luthien saw it.  She smirked and without waiting for his answer took her sword and brought it forward.

The blade cut into the guard and as another approached from the rear she threw a ball of flames at her.  Not even giving it a second thought!  The guard was holding his spilled guts and moaning in pain.  She beheaded him.