Elven fantasy

[Ravenloft]

Elders:

"He will be tried for betraying the bloodline in his season of fertility. And he will be given his say in the matter, to justify or denigh the acusation." The female elder said.

Giamond:

Removing his arm from around the healers shoulder Giamond walked slowly but steadily into the hut. "I do not denigh it, she is my daughter."

 

[RoseThorn]

Rose

Rose reach out almost hesitantly to Giamond with the shadows to keep him up right. She wasn't sure he'd accept her hand after the trouble she'd caused.

 

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[Ravenloft]

Giamond:

Gladened by Rose's extended hand Giamond shuffled to her side, standing, father and child, before the elders.

 

[RoseThorn]

Lady Atheria

Lady Atheria stepped on her daughters other side and noted that the shadows that seemed to cling to her child suddenly clustered closer.

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A being watched the scene from a deceptivly bright and cheery room.

"Don't fail me Lady Atheria..." a voice hissed softly.

 

[Ravenloft]

Elders:

Turning, to confer with her fellow elders, the female smiled at the sight of the three standing together as one. A minute later she turned back to them. Very well, the trial will wait until Giamond is back to full health and we have shown propper hospitality to Both Atheria and her daughter... There will be a feast to mark the return of one of our own... Go now, and rest yourselves."

 

[RoseThorn]

Rose

Rose sighed and looked relieved. She turned to help Giamond and felt a bit better. A feast! Now that was just...nice. She shot a hesitant smile at Lady Atheria who returns it and moves to help her.

 

[Ravenloft]

Giamond:

The three of them left the elders hut and returned to Giamonds place. The healer was about to come with them but the elders called for him to stay and let the three of them alone. Giamond eased himself back onto his bed. "Thank you Rose, and you... Lady Atheria." He felt completely drained now and found himself drifting off. He fought it though, he wanted to stay awake, to learn about his daughter, hear things only she could tell him. It was a little odd to have his one time lover here in the room with them, she was of few words which made it harder for the three of them to become comfortable with each other. In an attempt to break the tension in the air Giamond spoke. "How goes the workings of the realm Lady Atheria?" Knowing that if he could get her into a chatting mood Rose would feel more comfortable.

 

[wetneice]

Aria fought Undar's grasping and roaming hands, while he laughed raunchily. He fairly reeked of drink and sperm. Obviously, his cock had just been in someone else.

"What's wrong, Aria?"Undar asked, his hand pulling down the top of her dress to reveal her breasts. Grasping one nipple, he rolled it and painfully pinched it. "Why wait for ritual or some old crone chanting over us? I want to plant my seed in you now."

Aria shifted about, aimed her elbow, and landed a blow onto his precious balls. He howled and let her go, and she ran off, her breasts bouncing.

"Wait until later, bitch!"Undar called after her from his half-crouched position,"When we have our public ritual fuck, I'll make you sorry! And your brother won't even be able to protect you!"

Ariadne didn't pause, but continued running. She had to meet her brother at the crone's. She couldn't wait for the ritual to be over.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thildemar:

Seeing Aria running his direction Thildemar stood, as he had been leaning against the old crones tree. "Aria, you look flushed, what has happened now?" He asked her as he ushered her into the hut. The crone was pouring animals blood into a tiny bladder. "I have already asked the crone for her help." He added. "And help you will get young ones! I never cared for the ways of the elders, they were always so stuffy and full of ritual noncence..." She rasped as she finished pouring the blood. "Here!" She lifted the little bladder toward Aria. "This will no doubt fool that loathsome Undar... Just slip it into yourself before he has at you Aria..."

Thildemar looked at the upheld bladder, not comprehending at first what the crone was talking about. "How is this supposed to fool Undar?" He asked, realizing as Aria and the crone gave eachother a knowing look. "Oh..." Thildemar said as he turned a little red. The crone started to cakkle at his understanding as she placed the bladder securely into Aria's palm.

 

[wetneice]

Ariadne stood holding the bladder in her hand, a perplexed look on her face.

"How do I get this in and will it stay?"she asked,"If it breaks early, my dress will be bloody."

The crone cackled,"It will stay, maiden, until you pull it out."

"But how do you put it in? Can someone do this for me?"Ariadne asked, her brows knitted in confusion.

 

[Draslin]

Draslin

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[Ravenloft]

Crone & Thildemar:

Thildemar looked to the crone expectantly. With a smile and another cackle the crone looked up at Aria. "If you are comfortable with it I could place it into you..." She said, not a hint of modesty in her tone. She had lived too long and knew too much for such a thing to bother her in the least.

 

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[Draslin]

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[wetneice]

Thildemar looked discretely away while Ariadne disrobed and clambered up onto the old crone's table. The crone immediately pushed her legs apart and pulled them down towards her.

"Very nice, maiden,"she said, slowly pushing some fingers into Ariadne's cunt to widen it. Aria gasped and then cursed as her sex drive kicked in and she felt herself become wet instantaneously.

The crone cackled and leaned forward so that her brother could not hear,"In my younger days, little one, I would have shown you the pleasures which women can share, but for now..."

With that she pushed the bladder in and drew away.

 

[Draslin]

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Thildemar:

Shifting a little at the crones cakkling Thildemar turned back to the two of them. "It is done than? She will be able to fool Undar, now, into believing her to be pure?"

the crone clucked her tongue at him. "Young man! You must not always think ONLY of your bloodline as a whole at the expense of those closest to you..." She chided him. His expression darkened, but he knew she was right. He should be helping Aria to escape Undar's leacherous hands, not delivering her into them.

"But..." He was about to reason with the crone. "Oh, I know it must be done if the elves of the southwood are to continue to exist, young one... But in the end, whos choice is it really?" She said with a smirk as she helped Aria up from off the table.

 

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[wetneice]

Aria walked up to her brother, the bladder settling inside of her and warming up. "It's becoming dusky, Thil,"she said softly, looking out the window. "Time for the ceremony..."she sighed and took his arm.

"Let's go,"Aria ordered, with a quick wave to the crone. "I'm ready for anything Undar can do for me."