A Dark Deatiny (closed)

[SandS13]

His touched was pulling her closer to something. Her body felt tense and pushed. Annaira felt as if she might burst with the sensation. She felt him grow inside of her and then she was filled with warmth.

She panted and moaned under him. The fast thrusts that seem to fill her body slowed. Annaira whimpered a little. She needed more. Of what she wasn't entirely sure but her body demanded more. Ta'Vern moved and Annaira found herself lifted. Air hit her naked body.

She wasn't sure what he meant by ride him but Annaira was beyond thinking. She was glad for the dark as it meant Ta'Vern could not see her reaction as her body sank a little more onto him, pushing his cock deeper still. She held very still as her body adjusted to the girth and length.

Without thinking she began to move. The motion was slow, hips moving forward and then back. The friction caused a sensation that made her gasp. Again, forward and back in a slow tortuous movement. Annaira lifted her hips a little then settled back down. The motion caused his cock to bump deep against her cervix. It hurt a little yet felt good to have him so far inside of her.

Now she moved up and down slowly pistoning on his cock. The tension in her body began to grow and she strove for some end.

"Oh...you feel...good...I have never..."

Annaira's slow movements allowed her climax to build gradually and its arrival surprised her. She pushed down, impaling herself fully as stars erupted behind her eyes. Her head went back and she moaned loudly.

 

[KronosFire]

Ta'Vern felt his cock being driven deeper as Annaira rode him. The sensation was beyond anything he'd ever expected.

He lifted his hips to match her rhythm. He was pleased that she was so eager in her ride.

Suddenly, she called out, "Oh...you feel...good...I have never..."

Ta'Vern's cock settled even deeper in her; he felt her body trembling as her heated wetness coated him even more. He smiled at her moans.

Ta'Vern put his hands on Annaira's shoulders and pulled her down to him. “Let's turn on our side.”

He turned with her, holding her tight, then his hands moved down her back and cupped her ass, keeping his cock deep inside her.

Annaira's body felt so good pressed into him. Ta'Vern relaxed, and his breathing slowly returned to normal. He sang:

I heard a whisper on the wind,
calling out to me,
and when I turned,
I saw your eyes,
and you pulled me
into your life.

Our bodies moved together,
dancing in the night,
finding that bond
no words can describe.
United and at peace,
I rejoice with lovely Annaira.

Ta'Vern closed his eyes, savoring this moment.

 

[SandS13]

She was working to catch her breath as he pulled her down to his chest and then rolled to the side. Annaira could still feel him in her and he held her close to him. Her head rested against his chest.

She was no longer a virgin and she had felt something, a physical sensation that was beyond any other possible one she had experienced. He had been right - pain and then pleasure. Annaira closed her eyes.

Ta’Vern began to sing. She hoped that he was pleased, happy with the experience and with her. He had said they would be bonded and while that may mean something different to each of them it was true.

Her hands reached out and she held herself against him. He was all she had and soon she would have to explain what the gods intended for him. For now there was lingering feeling of bliss and sleep.

 

[KronosFire]

A man with a weather lined face and grey beard leaned over a fire pit dug into the ground. He laid a bundle of sticks into the pit and stepped back.

He picked up a staff lying on the ground and pointed it at the wood, which burst into flame.

The man settled onto a rock and warmed his hands by the fire.

“Man of power, listen.” A disembodied voice echoed from the flames. The man on the rock looked startled. “A great darkness comes, and you must find a female orc to bear your child because it will be in your son's hands to fight the dark.”

* *

Ta'Vern jerked awake. The dream had been so real that he'd even smelt the smoke of the fire. Was it a dream of my father? He thought it might be – nothing else made sense.

Annaira's breathing indicated that she was still asleep. He'd heard nothing of a great dark, but since she was a priestess maybe she knew of it.

He said, “Annaira, wake up. I need to ask you something.”

He waited while she stirred, then when she was awake, he told her of the dream. He finished saying, “Do you know anything of a great dark?”

 

[SandS13]

"Hmm?" Eyes fluttered as she slowly woke up. It was the warm and comfortable here with him. She never thought she would ever find herself naked and in the arms of a man. A man who had known her intimately.

Annaira woke and and looked over at Ta'Vern. She listened to his dream. Her face was dark and she looked down. "I do."

She inhaled slowly. "I am a priestess of Galen. She appeared to me and she warned me that you were chosen of the gods. Not just her but of the gods...There is something coming, a great darkness that she warned me would destroy everything. You, you are the hero of the gods but I must be with you. I have the ear of the goddess and she said I must be with you."

Annaira looked up at him. Her hand went out to touch his. "I had a dream too. I saw the darkness and it was destroying everything. The gods...they were all standing on a cliff and looking down. In front of them was you and I. The dark grew closer and the world was crumbling before it. It was coming towards us and then as it reached us I woke up."

She licked her lips. "I don't know more than that right now but I know the goddess told me you would come and I need to be with you. I did not expect...to want to be with you but I do."

 

[KronosFire]

Ta'Vern listened intently to Annaira's explanation. He couldn't make sense of the voice from the fire or of the gods choosing him. He had no power that he was aware of.

“. . . I did not expect...to want to be with you but I do."

Annaira's soft voice touched him deeply. “I know a little of what you mean. I was happy being on my own; you've taken me by surprise, and I'm glad you did.

“I would like to stay in the furs, but I have a feeling that whatever this dark may be it's not going to wait until we're prepared for it; it could be upon us any moment.”

Ta'Vern left the furs. “I'm going to warm some water so we can clean up, then I'll start on making you garments.”

He was aware of Annaira's presence even when not looking in her direction, he knew exactly where she was located. It was the strangest feeling but also a comforting one.

A short while later, Ta'Vern cut the horn of the deer to make an awl. The skin he'd staked out was dry and ready to be cut. He motioned to Annaira and said, “Come lie on the skin.”

He used a red soapstone to mark the skin where it needed to be cut. He said, “I'll make it into two pieces: a top and a skirt.”

Once the skin was cut, he used the awl to make holes in it. The discarded pieces he cut into thin strips, which he used to sew the garments together.

When he finished, he gave Annaira the two pieces and said, “The fur inside will keep you warm. I'm going to add more wood to the fire. The deer will need to smoke until tonight.”

 

[SandS13]

He left her. He did not question her vision or what she told him. He seemed to believe her. Annaira was relieved but unsure. She was mostly unsure as to the next steps they should take.

—-
She laid out as he asked. She did not move as he marked the skin. Annaira marvelled at his skill. Soon though, as Ta’Vern worked she dozed off.
—-
Theroeon, god of forge and steel stood in the cave. Galen was there as well standing over her priestess. They could not be seen by any mortal.

“This is who you chose to be the voice? This is to be his companion and mate? This...wisp of a mortal?” Theroeon was not impressed with the elf who lay in the furs. She was pretty, yes but looked as if she might break in a strong wind. “We need warriors to lead Galen. Do you really think-“

Galen held up a hand. “Do not argue with me. It was my choice. I know she will be strong enough. The priestess has already had visions. She has already seen what comes. She has already seen them together. They will be the light that will stop the darkness. See how he is bonded to her?”

She pointed to where Ta’Vern worked. “He will be strong where she cannot and she will do the same for him. Besides, he already bedded her and she survived that.” Galen chuckled.

“Aye. I saw. You need to teach her a thing or two...” the god smirked and crossed his arms. “Very well. Why did you call me here?”

Galen pointed time Annaira’s neck. “That cannot stay.”

Theroeon looked at the ring. “You would have me interfere?”

Galen cocked her head. “I would not be the first time you have interfered with mortals.”

The god huffed and knelt down.

‘Stay still little bird I do not wish to hurt you.’

The voice of a man, unfamiliar to her filled Annaira’s mind. She gasped and went rigid on the bed.

Theroeon pulled out his tools and gently began to chisel away at the ring that was locked in her neck.

Annaira laid still but she was breathing heavy out of fear. In her mind she could hear the clanging as the god chipped at the ring but there was no sound in the cave.

A final blow and the ring popped open, falling from her neck. Annaira let out a small cry as it fell away.

Theroeon put a hand on the elf’s chest. Annaira found herself unable to move under the unseen force. He produced a small brand and pressed into her shoulder.

“Marked by the gods. You are our voice.” The god’s voice filled the cave. He lifted the brand away and the two deities vanished.

Annaira cried out in pain. A small red brand appeared in the skin on her shoulder. She curled up and wept.

 

[KronosFire]

Ta'Vern knelt beside Annaira. He was puzzled as to how the metal ring had been removed from her neck. He pulled back the fur and saw an angry red brand on her shoulder.

He stepped away for a short while and made a poltice and pressed it to the brand. He didn't understand what was going on. He lay down on the furs beside her and gathered her in his arms.

* * * * * *

Daria stood before the still pool of water in the lowest level of the temple and called forth the darkness.

She rejoiced, knowing she was the chosen one of the dark. She'd been an acolyte of the goddess – the lowest of the low. She'd come from a rich family and had expected her family influence to help her to become a priestess quickly. Her expectations were quickly dashed.

The things of the world appealed to Daria more than the things of the goddess. Daria had a dream where she saw herself as the chosen one, and all she had to do was serve the dark. It was a fantastic revelation.

Those serving the goddess had to be weakened, and Daria found a way to accomplish that when she made contact with the raiders.

Daria smiled as she stood before the water and said the words that had come to her in a dream. Suddenly, torches in sconces on the wall winked out, and the room became pitch black.

A loud whooshing sound made Daria cry out. Something touched her, and it was felt all the way to her soul.

Her cries intensified when her right arm snapped then her left arm. When both legs snapped, she crumbled to the ground.

“Why?” she pleaded, “I'm the chosen one.”

The dark gave no answer.

* * * * * *

Ta'Vern opened his eyes; he was surprised he'd fallen asleep. The cave was dark, except for the fire. It wasn't night time – the fire would have gone out. He wondered if clouds had covered the sky.

The sound of movement and two glowing eyes caught his attention. Something big was in the cave. He kept Annaira pulled tightly to him.

He drew both knives and threw them. They both hit the creature and exploded with fire. He was left in disbelief.

Ta'Vern left the furs and lit a torch from the fire. He examined the dire cat, which was as big as a horse. The knives had blown a large hole in its chest. He examined the knives, and they appeared to be undamaged.

His curiousity got the best of him, and he threw both knives at the dead creature. They stuck in the flesh but didn't explode.

“This makes no sense.” He walked back to the furs and placed his hand on Annaira's head. He threw the knives, no explosion.

He moved his hand to her shoulder and pressed it to the brand. He tossed the knives. When they hit the dire cat, there were two explosions.

“I don't believe it.”

 

[SandS13]

Annaira tensed as Ta'Vern put the poultice on her. It felt as if fire coursed through her body. She felt him gather her up and she pressed her body into him, forehead on his chest. She didn't speak but simply allowed him to hold her, comfort her. Her tears slowed and then stopped. Annaira slept.
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She did not hear anything but did feel him move. The explosion of fire caused her to scramble away, eyes wide. She watched as Ta'Vern moved off to investigate the thing. He threw the knives. No fire. His large hand was on her head as he repeated the action. Nothing. It wasn't until he put his hand on her shoulder that there was a change. Annaira could feel it. A power moved through her as Ta'Vern pressed his hand on the brand. She gasped and felt it course up and towards him.

Fire.

Both were in disbelief at what had occurred.

"Power of the gods. They called me their voice." Annaira shifted and hid against him. "I am frightened."

It was a lot for the elf to take in. Gods and power, voice and darkness. Her dream and the fight to come. Annaira nestled her head into his neck. Here at least it was safe. The brand warmed, the power flowed through her. She felt it surround them for a moment. It was stronger than before.

'Together priestess...together you are stronger. You must stay with him, grow the bond, deepen it. The darkness will come and it will try to break you.' The goddess' voice filled her mind.

Grow the bond. Deepen it. Annaira let a hand roam over his chest. "Hold me, please."

 

[KronosFire]

"Hold me, please."

Ta'Vern gathered Annaira into his arms as he lay with her again. He shared her fear. The release of a power he'd never known wasn't something easily accepted or understood.

The dreams they'd both had was really not a help because it was one thing to be told something and another to see it happen.

“Even if we are chosen of the gods, it doesn't mean we are simply tools. We are people with choices; even though we both felt pulled together to make a bond, we could have refused.

“The path we now take is together; the power we saw comes from both of us. It is more destructive than I could imagine.”

Ta'Vern quit talking and held Annaira close. He was still coming to accept that his father was a worker of magic. It was unexpected, and he didn't feel like his father's son in any way.

Ta'Vern felt bad for Annaira; she been dealt one blow after another and remained strong. The course of her life had been changed, and she hadn't complained.

“I am fortunate to be bonded to you, Annaira. I will try to bring happiness into your life.”

 

[SandS13]

He held her close and Annaira could feel the strange power flow through her and into him and back again. She lifted her head, eyes trying to find his in the dark.

"The gods have told me that we will find pain and we will fight but we will have each other. It is fated it seems, for us to be together."

Annaira shifted a little and facing him, slid onto his thighs so she was now sitting. "Ta'Vern..." She whispered his name before kissing him deeply. The power coursed through her like electricity. Her hands were on his face, pulling him in as close as possible.

 

[KronosFire]

Ta'Vern was surprised at the calmness in Annaira's voice. He was feeling unsettled because of the darkness in daytime, but he told himself that it was a heavy cloud cover. Deep down he feared that their time of peace and quiet would be ending too soon.

He relished the feel of Annaira's body, and her kiss was like liquid fire. He wanted to keep lying down, but the fire was getting low. He slipped from the furs – not even bothering to put on some clothes.

Within a few minutes, the fire was going strong again. He was headed back to the furs when a sound drew his attention to the cave wall. He changed direction and found the discarded metal ring against the cave wall. It was sparking.

Ta'Vern was frightened. He took the Elven sword from the sheath on the ground and said, “Annaira, come and press your brand into my back.”

 

[SandS13]

He moved away to stoke the fire and she felt his absence acutely. She had not known him long and yet not being near him was as if someone was slowly trying to hurt her. The bond was deep and Annaira feared what would become of them should it grow deeper and stronger as it was bound to do.

The sound drew her attention as well. Fear gripped her chest and she moved close to him, pressing her body against his back. She kept her hands out of the way of his arms. There was advantage in their size difference. She was small to his largeness and it would allow him a freedom of movement when he fought if this connection proved necessary.

As their bodies touched Annaira felt the power crackle through her to him.

 

[KronosFire]

As soon as Annaira pressed into him, Ta'Vern advanced toward the sparking metal ring. He struck the ring with the sword, and it shattered into many pieces. He noted that the cave floor around the ring had become a deep black. He touched the sword to the black, and it burst into flame.

Ta'Vern dropped the sword and turned and embraced Annaira tightly. “I'm so glad the ring was removed from you.” He didn't want to even think about what he'd have done if she'd still been wearing it.

“The dark has chosen to attack those who serve the goddess. Those who were enslaved mostly likely belong to the dark now. I believe we should head for the temple after we eat some food.”

Ta'Vern sat on a rock near the fire, eating some meat he'd cut from the deer. The darkness outside the cave worried him. It was at most mid-afternoon.

He heard something moving before he saw a woman with a ring around her neck emerge from the dark. She stood a few feet from the cave entrance.

“The dark calls you to service or to death,” the woman said.

Ta'Vern had never heard a voice of power, but something in her tone called to him. He tried to resist but found himself standing. His mind screamed in protest as he took one step in her direction.

 

[SandS13]

Her eyes were wide as she stared at the ring, at the black that had spread on the stone ground. It was as if the darkness were attempting to swallow the cave. The fire that burst forth as Ta'Vern touched it with his sword caused Annaira to close her eyes and bury her face against him.

She fell into his embrace. "The gods must have known. It was one of them who removed it."

She shivered as he pulled away. Something wasn't right. Gone was the energy between them and her desire to be close. Fear gripped her. She nodded to his suggestion of going to the temple and moved to sit near him once more. It was better when they were close.

Annaira turned at the sound. She saw the woman, one of her own standing there. The ring on her neck froze Annaira's blood in her veins. She felt the dark calling out to them. Her eyes fell on Ta'Vern who stood now. He took one step.

The power of the gods filled her. Annaira felt it move up her back. Her feet moved on their own, bringing her in front of her lover. "It is your death that comes." Her voice filled the air, the power in it crackling. One hand moved and something like lightening shot out, hit the woman and knocked her down. Annaira felt the hair on the back of her neck rise. "Ta'Vern, hero of the gods, chosen warrior. Pick up your sword and slay the darkness."

 

[KronosFire]

A sweet light beckoned to Ta'Vern. Warmth filled him; suddenly, the light shattered and darkness returned. The woman with the ring around her neck lay on the ground.

"Ta'Vern, hero of the gods, chosen warrior. Pick up your sword and slay the darkness."

Annaira's voice shook Ta'Vern from his stupor. His whole body still felt weak, but his resolve was strong. He gathered up his sword and looked at Annaira. “Press your branded shoulder into me.”

For as long as he could remember, Ta'Vern had been known for his strength, which was a blessing and a curse.

People feared him because he was stronger than any ordinary human, but they also relied on him to defend against enemies. This darkness had a power much greater than any other, and he knew that without Annaira, he would fail.

Annaira pressed her body into his. He felt his need for her drive his inner heated desire, then he stepped forward and swung the sword.

 

[SandS13]

She watched as the woman, a priestess of her own temple was sliced by the blade. Annaira held onto Ta'Vern, clung to him really as the sword coursed with power and set the body to flame.

She began to cry as the woman screamed an inhuman scream and died before them. Her face was pressed into his back, tears wetting his skin.

The ground beneath the body was blackened, not just scorched but as if it were infected.

"There will be more, lots more..." Her voice was soft and the tone ominous.

 

[KronosFire]

Ta'Vern felt Annaira's agony as the woman of darkness died. Darkness was destroyed by the light; it wasn't a pretty sight. Within minutes the body turned to ashes, then he struck the ground beneath the ashes and destroyed the darkness there.

"There will be more, lots more..."

Ta'Vern turned, lifted Annaira into his arms, and carried her back to the furs. He set her down, lay down beside her, and wrapped his arms around her.

“I'm hoping that once the darkness of the temple is destroyed, the women with the metal rings will be freed of its power.

“I'm sorry for your pain, Annaira. I don't know these women as you do, but I do know that being possessed of the dark must be horrific.

“When we spoke earlier of defeating the dark, it was just an abstract idea, but now we see its reality. We must bring destruction to the dark, which means death to plants, trees, animals, and people. I cannot understand why we've been given this power that can defeat the dark; I only know that darkness will overtake the world unless its destroyed.”

Ta'Vern held Annaira close. Their bond was a beautiful thing, but it was also frightening because his need for her was so very strong. He'd suffered hunger many times, but this desire to be near her, touch her, and hold her wasn't satisfied, and it continued to grow stronger.

They needed to leave this cave, but he also felt another need. “I want you, Annaira.” His hands roamed up and down her back.

 

[SandS13]

Annaira let him carry her. She was upset at the thought of her very people being a part of this. Why hadn't the goddess told her that part? Did she know? Surely she must be aware of corruption in her own temple.

Anger and sadness filled the elven woman.

She curled into Ta'Vern's arms. "You were chosen and I was chosen. There must have been a reason but that is what I know. The gods chose you and the goddess chose me to help guide you to your destiny."

Here in his arms Annaira felt safe and whole. It was odd given how short their time together had been yet so much had already occurred and there was to be more coming. It was in moments like this that it didn't matter.

Large, rough hands moved up her back and Annaira uncurled like a cat to press her body against him. One leg lifted to drape over his and her hands moved up his chest. She lifted her face to look up at him.

Her voice was soft and husky in the dark. "Then take me."

 

[KronosFire]

Ta'Vern's desire for Annaira was so demanding that her voice barely touched his mind. Her body responding to him told him more than any words could convey.

An inner fire threatened to consume him as he turned Annaira on her stomach on the furs. He pushed her legs up so that her knees supported her lower body.

He gripped her hips firmly as his cock lined up with her heated center. He thrust forward, driving his cock into her.

One hand slid up her side to her breast while the other moved off her hip and between her legs. He squeezed her breasts and tits while his fingers played with her clit.

He lowered his head to nip at her neck. “The gods have given me an incomparable gift, and I plan to enjoy you, forever.”

He established a regular rhythm, thrusting inside her, enjoying her heat and wetness.

 

[SandS13]

He moved her, placing her on her knees. her backside was lifted and her sex open to him. It took very little time between the movement and when he filled her. Annaira groaned, deep and guttural as Ta'Vern entered her deeply.

A rough hand took her breast, covering it completely. The other found its way between her legs and almost in contrast to the hard thrusting, played with her clit. Teeth found her neck and Annaira moaned as she came on his cock.

She rode it out, moving to meet his thrusts, her body demanding him to fill her so completely she felt as if she would be split in two.

"I am yours. All of me." She pushed back hard and cried out at the feeling of him so deep within her.

 

[KronosFire]

This bond with Annaira was beyond Ta'Vern's understanding. He'd accepted his life as a loner, and now, in this short time, he'd come to realize he never wanted to be parted from Annaira.

There was something special in their union. It was more than just a joining of their bodies. He couldn't explain this feeling.

Her wonderful response to him drove his inner desire even more. "I am yours. All of me."

Annaira's voice was full of certainty; as if the truth was as clear as a sunny day. He knew she belonged to him even as he belonged to her. “My precious Annaira I want to hold these moments in my mind forever.”

He grunted as his seed flowed inside her. He cursed the dark under his breath. He needed Annaira, and the horrible death of the woman with the metal ring was a sharp reminder of the danger they faced.

He held Annaira close and tried to wipe that vision of death from his mind.

 

[SandS13]

He filled her. As Annaira felt the heat of his climax in her inner depths she too hit her climax. her head went back and she cried out loudly in pleasure. Her eyes opened and for a moment she could not move. She could not breathe, could not move.

Power coursed through her and outward. The cave lit up with a dull, warm glow. It was the opposite of the vile darkness. It radiated out from her, over him and outward. Ta'Vern held her against him as she struggled to regain herself. He was still inside her and as she leaned a little back into him the power still ebbed and flowed out of her.

"My love....my heart...I did not know you were missing, that I was not complete until you..."

Annaira closed her eyes once more and almost collapsed under him.

 

[KronosFire]

As light filled the cave, Ta'Vern was held in wonder. He'd always been stronger than any other human around him, but this power was something that nothing could match – not even the dark. He kept reminding himself that this power was not from him alone or Annaira; rather, it was in their bond.

"My love....my heart...I did not know you were missing, that I was not complete until you..."

Annaira's words struck a chord deep within Ta'Vern. The only love he'd known was that of his adoptive human mother. It was something he never expected to find. He was half orc; how could anyone love him?

In his mind he felt that defensive wall, which he'd built to keep away all the terrible things people said to him, fall apart. I am Annaira's love. Tears came to his eyes. He'd chosen to be alone because of the pain inflicted on him by people.

“You have ignited the flames of my love, Annaira. I desire that it grows daily and becomes a bonfire.”

Ta'Vern enveloped Annaira. He truly understood what she meant: it was only with her that he had become a whole person again. He couldn't explain it. How do you describe a rainbow other than to say it's beautiful?

 

[SandS13]

She curled up in his arms, content and satiated. The light that radiated from her continued to pulse around them. It seemed to match her heartbeat. Slowly it slowed, grew dull and faded.

Galen looked the Theroeon. "Still question my choice?"

The god chuckled, "No, she will do. They will do. Now...to set them on their way."

Galen sighed, "You never were one to enjoy the period of peace after....give them this breath, this moment. They are about to fight for the lives of everyone."

The goddess waved a hand. Annaira frowned in her sleep. She could see the temple and the black, vile strands that were oozing from it.

She opened her eyes with a start. "The temple. We must go."