Grinning Griffin Inn (Fantasy SRPF)

[Kepic]

Barsh:
His face still twisted into a half-leer, Barsh continued to take his pleasure from the gagged and wrist-bound Lissia. Her struggles now, however, had stopped, and she seemed to be bucking her hips, trying to match Barsh's own unsteady rythm.
"Ya like it, don't ya?" he groaned out, squeezing her left breast roughly.
She mumbled something, as her eyes closed - from which a few tears still rolled - and, if she had been ungagged, Barsh would have seen a smile now upon her lips...

Borgit, the boss, and Jeni:
Borgit placed Jeni down upon the fur-lined floor of the tent as the flaps closed behind him.
Sat upon an also fur-strewn 'throne' was his boss, Alia. An equisitely beautiful woman, with pale skin, long fiery red hair, and a quite obvious distaste for clothing. She was not human, Jeni noted, from the pointed tips of her ears. Not elven, either, for her although her face was lovely to behold, she had not the look of the fey about her. Then Jeni saw the tip of a pair of horns curling up under the woman's forelocks. A Daemon!
"Borgit, *dear* Borgit" Alia purred, "you are a *delightful* goblin".
Borgit got goosebumps just looking at her - but not from fear. He grinned, almost sheepishly, at her commendation.
"Thankin' ya, mistress" he said, giving a curt bow in her direction.
"Well, Jeni" she then spoke out, "Here you are, in my care at last".
Jeni did not recognise her, yet she seemed to know her. How?
"You have many questions, my dear, I know" said Alia, "I shall answer them in due course... but first..."
The enthroned woman then waved her right hand, tracing a pattern in the air, and Jeni suddenly found her senses wavering, like a fog cloud was shrouding her sight, her hearing, and more importantly, her memory...
"Cut her loose, Borgit, and remove her gag" Alia said, and Borgit drawing his serrated blade and did as he was bid, keeping ready to pounce and restrain Jeni if she made a sudden bid for freedom.
When Jeni raised her head again, instead of the tent that she had been brought, she saw the interior of Jadar's own tent. She was led on his wide straw-stuffed cot there. Jadar was not one for comfort, she knew, he braved what his men must, in rest and in battle. She lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder at her love, standing behind her. She smiled at him, beckoning him to join her.
Borgit saw the captive, now unbound, look back at him with a strange, longing look. He glanced at Alia, puzzled.
"Your reward, Borgit" she purred, "I promised you, did I not?"
He grinned and quickly started to remove his travel-stained clothing...

Chala, the enchantress:
She heard the door burst open, and another man's voice as Constantius had sat upright and reached for a dagger, one of her own, which rested on the bedside table.
He introduced himself to them, calmly, despite their current positions - and then asked for their names.
Constantius looked startled, and was now blushing deeply. It looked so sweet, Chala almost giggled. "This is Constan- <uhhh> -tius" she replied to Lokken, nodding her head up slightly towards the paladin who was sat upon her stomach, "I <aaaahh> am Chala". Her words were intersperced with several moans and sighs, and Lokken then realised the paladin had not yet entered her, after all. A strange, squirming, wooden object was nestled deep between her thighs.
Chala brought the Constantius's attention back to her once more when she grasped his now rigid cock in her hands. She licked her lips, slowly, as she stared into his eyes, and then turned her gaze to what she held. Her unspoken request was obvious to Constantius.

[OOC: I've had only a rough idea for the 'plot' up until today... now, I think I've come up with a good 'un, tying Alia - the succubus, in case you haven't already guessed - Jeni, Harl, the Grinning Griffin, and even the Dragonfire Red wine together nicely!
Welcome to the newcomer's, the action certainly seems to be heating up now - enjoy!]

 

[Always]

Re: Gwidion

I looked at him curiously, green eyes flashing. I suddenly smile, the smile if a feral animal, and weave my way through the crowd to him. (lasta lalaithamin!j/k) I spoke in a low, lyrical voice when I asked him his name...

 

[Lightman]

Gwidion the young stranger

Gwidion was caught somewhat off-balance by the fey's sudden smile, and by the look in those green eyes as she approached him...they smiled even more than her lips, and even more mischievously.
Quickly recovering, Gwidion stood up, and bowed to her, saying
"Gwidion, my fair lady. Elen sila lumenn' omentielvo. A star shines upon the hour of our meeting."

ooc:
Now, I'd like to know how many of you know where that comes from.

 

[Always]

Re: Gwidion the young stranger

(i don't know, but i'm writing it donw! *grins*)

I chuckled softly as he caught his balance. "And 'tis the star of luck..." My eyes twinkled dangerously as I spoke. "My name is Merrayinne, Merrayinne Rikkenmalle. Care for a decanter of elverquisst? On me..."

 

[LadyChance]

IC::Wysteria

Noticing the woman enter with a wolf by her side, now this was a sight to see exspecially since I could tell everyone just moved away from her, as she walked to the bar. Talking to the barkeep I could tell see was being watched, from several different areas of the Inn. Then as she turned back to walk to a table ordering something from the waitress who served her somewhat unwillingly.

Turning back to Zak and Garek I appologise to them for not hearing what had been said. Offering a toast to them both, as I take another quick look around the room. As the night progresses I begin to feel the effects of the battle and the wine. Unsure of how to excuse myself from these two's company, I sit a little while longer, longing for a soft bed and a good nights sleep. {Knowing full well that I am not going to sleep well tonite at all}
As if Zak had read my thoughts he offers to walk me to my room, joking that he might need to guard me against any creatures that might be lurking in the dark. Standing up I smile and offer my hand, smiling as he places his hand in mine and gives a wink to Garek. As we walk away from the table and cross the Inn to get to the stairs. Passing the one called Gwidion I wondered again if he had indeed reconized me for what I was.

As we get half way up the stairs to the rooms I look back at Garek, noticing he is following us at a slower pace. It must have been a long night for him also I think. Turning back around to Zak as we walk down the hall to my room....

[Edited by LadyChance on 08-24-2000 at 08:00 PM]

 

[Drake]

Constantius the Paladin:

OOC: I don't know where it comes from, although it disturbs me that you do, Lightman...do you speak English as well as you speak Elvish?

IC:

I suffered the rude entrance of the Necromancer with barely restrained fury. Friendly or no, I was not one that took kindly to being interrupted making love by an arrogant outsider. Emperor of Taros, indeed! If only Lokken knew of my true heritage, I thought darkly. But such thoughts were unworthy of me, and I studiously ignored him as I edged forward, so that I knelt above Chala's luscious, creamy breasts. Without further speech or warning, she suddenly took my manhood in her hands and crammed it into her mouth - to the hilt, I noted with a mixture of ecstasy and surprise. Was this some further magic, or was her mouth as skilled as her mind?

I savoured the sensation as her hot, warm tongue engulfed me. I leaned back, supporting myself with one hand, and let the other gently begin to massage her engorged clit, just above where her enchanted wooden instrument squirmed inside her...

 

[Lightman]

Gwidion the young stranger

ooc: Ok, I'll tell ya, it's from "The Lord of the Rings"(Actually, I'm a bit shocked that none of you fantasy fans read it. Oh well )

Gwidion was not usually one for strong drinks, but he found that he could not refuse the fae's invitation. Besides, it was said that elverquisst brought elvish dreams...whatever that meant.
Sitting down, Gwidion said.
"And may I ask what brings you here, lady Merrayinne?"

 

[dansemajik]

Gar communes with Morgana

Morgana keeps her eyes closed. She knows she is being watched. She knows that the patrons are whispering about her. She feels the electric currant as Gar talks to her thru telepathy. "Morgana, child, this night does not bode well" "I know dear Gar. I can feel the presence of something...But I don't know what." "Take Care child. For this may a very long night." Morgana felt the connection break as the serving girl thunked the trenchers down on the table. Morgana handed her a gold piece and nodded. She laid one trencher on the floor for Gar, and began eating from the other.

She felt eyes on her. She looked up and saw a women with a group of warriors staring at her. Morgana could also feel the daggers pointed at the back of her head. She was blessed with powers that were rare, and people who did not understand them, were afraid of her. Word traveled fast, and it seemed to have reached this place before she did.

Sometimes she wished her father and mother had been normal people. She sometimes felt her gift was a burden. She put her hand on Gar's large soft head, and rubbed it, while she finished her meal. Her only true friend was this wolf. This amazing majikal creature. Her life line. Her teacher.
As long as she had him by her side, she would be fine.

 

[Drake]

OOC: Really Lightman? I don't remember it...where's it from exactly? Aragorn and Arwen?

And you're incorrect, I've read "The Lord of the Rings" through fully three times. Although to be truthful when I saw the quote I actually searched for it in "The Silmarillion" - thought it might be part of the Lay of Beren and Luthien.

In any case, Tolkien is my favourite fantasy, and almost the only fantasy that I do read. The various other cheap imitations around don't impress me much at all.

I must confess that the only Elvish phrase that I actually remember without looking is "O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!" Which is simply a call upon Varda.

Anyway, I digress, and I begin to look nerdy at the same time, so I'll sign off...

Cheers

Drake
Lover of Numenor

 

[Morwen]

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[Lightman]

Gwidion the young stranger

OOC: It's from the chapter "Three's Company", when Frodo greets Gildor, after having seen the second Nazgul.
Oh, and I should recommend Robert Jordan's "Wheel of time" books(the first one's called "The Eye of the World"). Some people seem to think they're rubbish, but I am quite enjoying them. Anyway, back to action!
IC:
"Er...I spent some time with the fae, milady."
Gwidion was surprised by Tellara's sudden interruption. In fact, he was feeling slightly offended at her obstrusive behaviour--but he was certainly not going to show that to an elven lady, especially not one so beautiful. Something else about her catched his attention. Her features, her eyes...
'Why,' Gwidion thought to himself, 'I'd almost say that the blood of Lord Tarlas flows in her vains--fool! Is she dressed like a princess?'
"I...have not seen Harl, lady...I don't think I got your name?"

 

[dansemajik]

Morgana goes to her room for the night...

Morgana finishes her meal, and is shown the way to her room. She surprised by the smell of blood that is in the air. She looks down at Gar who also smells the blood. A great battle has been fought. She thinks to herself, who was victorious, the good or the evil?

As she rids herself of her leather jerkin, and rinses her face in the water. She then takes out of her parcel the golden mirror her father gave her upon his death. She gazed into the mirror. The image of her Mother Mary, and the old Druid appeared. Morgana set the mirror down, and let them come to her. It was forbidden for Morgana to touch either of the images in front of her. It would destroy the spell. Mary had died giving birth to Morgana. The old Druid was Morgana's fathers teacher. Morgana sat in the comfort of their presence for a time. then bid them good night. The old Druid wanted to say something to her. but Mary stilled his words with a hand upon his arm. Morgana would have to learn the truth on her own. Gar growled at Mary, he wanted Morgana to know the truth. It was not something he could tell her. But the time was near. She should be told.

Mary looked sadly at Gar, then bid Morgana a gentle evening.
Morgana put the mirror away. She lay back on the bed, and Gar curled up at the foot of it, facing the door to confront any robbers, or ill doers from harming his mistress.

She closed her eyes and images sprang up behind them. Rape, murder, chaos. The smell of blood lingered, and the majik sang in her veins. Wanting release. She kept tight rein. She could not use it, until she could control it. If she allowed it to control her, she would be lost. She meditated until she fell asleep. Tomorrow was another day.

 

[Morwen]

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[Kepic]

Borgit, Alia, and Jeni:

Borgit - Jadar, in Jeni's mind - was now naked, having discarded the last of his ragged mud-splattered garments, and kicked off his hob-nailed boots.

Jeni, still wearing the nightgown she had been kidnapped in, lifted it up and off, baring her naked frame to full view. She wanted Jadar so badly...

Alia smiled. She was most pleased with what she saw. For a mortal, this human was quite beautiful, with ample, pert breasts, a slim, alluring figure, and long shapely legs.

Jeni rolled over, onto her hands and knees, still looking back at Jadar - Borgit - and shaking her ass at him encouragingly.

Borgit - again Jadar, in Jeni's mind - quickly brought his green-skinned, engorged cock, now fully eight inches long, into play. He roughly grabbed at her hips, and pushed his way inside her, with a most satisfied grin on his face.

"Thanks, boss" he grunted. Several minutes past, as Borgit picked up the pace, grinding his own hips against her furiously bucking ass.

Alia moved closer to the edge of her throne, slipping a hand down between her own thighs, as she watched the pair perform before her.

Jeni was somewhat surprised by his brusque behaviour - Jadar had always been a gentle lover in the past - but she merely concluded that he was trying something different, and she put herself in his hands accordingly.

"Jadar, I love you, I love you!" Jeni then cried out.

Daemon's - proficient as they were in the ways of deception - were hard themselves to be decieved. Truthful words almost stung them, and Alia was no exception. She visibly flinched at Jeni's words.

But, it was more than the truth those words bore that had so pained the succubus. As a creature of pure lust, Alia held a burning hatred of love. Like most mortals, daemon's had a tendancy to try and destroy that which they did not, could not, understand.

Alia's eyes sharply narrowed, and her lips, moments before curled up into an ecstatic smile, where she had been sat on the edge of her fur-cast throne, more than gently playing with herself as she watched intently as Borgit took his reward, now bore a furious scowl.
She raised her right hand again - dripping now with her own lustjuices - and traced another pattern in the air before her. The figmentary images and sounds that were but a few moments before filling Jeni's mind were dispelled, causing her to suddenly remember her true predicament. Only the pleasurable feelings that had been sweeping through her remained, as Borgit continued to fuck her.

Alia was now off her throne, knelt before her, her right hand held beneath Jeni's nose.
"Recognise the smell?" Alia hissed.

Jeni involuntarily took an intake of the strangely pungent, still yet sweet-smelling substance that was trickling down Alia's curled fingers.

"Dragonfire?" replied Jeni with a low moan, as she looked up into Alia's eyes in surprise.

"Yes, my dear, lovely Jeni, dragonfire - that's what your father named it" Alia replied, "he thought it merely a powerful aphrodisiac, one that could raise the sales of his wine greatly... do you know what he traded for it?"

Jeni shook her head, trying almost as much to shake the feeling of Borgit's continued thrusts as to an answer for Alia's inquiry.

"His first son, and first daughter, should he bare any offspring, after they had passed their twenty-first winter of age... oh, it's an aphrodisiac, all right, but not, merely, powerful - there is *none* more powerful... pure, unadulterated, liquid lust... only my daemonic kin, the other succubi and inncubi, can produce anything able to match its potency" Alia told her, smiling - watching, once more, Borgit's toil at the reward she had given him.

Jeni was listening, her eyes now half-closed. She couldn't believe this was happening to her.

"I know your father forbade you and Harl from ever drinking the wine, or tasting the vials of 'Dragonfire' I have sent to him over the years" Alia continued, "and I must say, I have been a little impressed by you and your brother's resistance of the urge to do so, though obviously I was very disappointed at this as well... one drop of this, per wine casket, makes his - in reality, quite poor - mortal wine almost ambrosial, and quite addicitive... any mortal who drinks the wine has their flames of lust fanned ever higher with every sip, and with each sip a mortal takes, I gain in power... even now, back at your father's beloved inn, I feel some of those, who think they have gained a victory there, being snared by my delightfully insidious scheme... more than two decades of that wine has made me one of the most powerful succubi in all the lower planes..."

Jeni dropped her head, trying to stiffle her now unwanted moans of pleasure, trying not to give this lustful daemon her pleasure, at her evident triumph, but Jeni's body was acting on its own instinctive urges, despite desperately willing herself to stop enjoying the feel of Borgit's cock slamming in and out of her.

"And now I have you, Jeni... in a couple of years, Harl, too, will have passed his last free winter, and become mine as well..." Alia said, her voice trailing off.
Alia then raised Jeni's head, and, staring into the humans eyes, pressed the first couple of fingers of her right hand between Jeni's lips, forcing Jeni to taste that which she had so long been forbidden to.

Jeni tried to resist, but, as she found the taste to her liking, she suddenly found herself sucking hard on Alia's fingers.

"That's it, my dear Jeni... there's *plenty* more where that came from" Alia said, as she drew her fingers out of Jeni's mouth, a thin trail of saliva hanging between her fingertips and Jeni's lips.

Lips that, now, were curled into a blissful smile. "Fuck me harder" Jeni then gasped out, "fuck me with that lovely goblin cock". Borgit, who had given up trying to listen and keep up with his bosses conversation with the captive quite a while ago, slowed his pace instead for the moment, surprised, then continued as she had requested.

"Ya want harder, Borgit give it ya harder" he said, his grin widening a fraction more.


OOC: It's now autumn, not winter - Alia had been planning to wait for both Jeni and Harl to become old enough so she could take them both, but she couldn't keep her lust in check any longer (well, she is a succubus).
Harl keeps a red-stained glass vial of 'Dragonfire' in his room, locked in a drawer, for adding to the wine after it arrives at the inn, though it is unmarked... in case anyone searches his room while he's unconcious on the floor.
Heh, I wanted to keep this plot development idea a secret a bit longer, but I thought it was such a good one, I had to share it... I'm having a lot of fun here, cheers people!

[Edited by Kepic on 08-25-2000 at 10:14 AM]

 

[OnyxDragon]

IC Sun Silvertree

After the fight is over is sit outside under a tree and wonder what could have brought the goblins and hobgoblins to this place in such large numbers. After a while my mind wanders to the drow female that was taking place in this battle. It has been a long time since I have seen a drow. The last one I encountered I had to fight and that was not a fun battle. He so many tricks uphis sleeves (literaly) that even my bladesinging powers were tested to the fullest.
I hope that this drow is different. Even knowing she helped to save the inn I cant help but remember a drows actions do not always show their true intentions. Taking out my sword I begin to sharpen and polish it for a bladesingers weapon should always be clean , sharp and never far from their side. Once my weapon is clean I slide it back into the staff and lock it place so that it looks like it one solid peice again. After completeing these things i get up dust my self off and head into the inn again as nothing more than a blind man.

 

[Lightman]

Gwidion the young stranger

OOC: Great Idea, Kepic.
Hey, and Shila, you still with us? You don't want this arrogant elf to take your ranger away, do you?
Oh, and Morwen thanks for the link--great music!

IC:
Gwidion swallowed at Tellara's touch...and then frowned as his (momentarily somewhat sluggish)brain caught up with his ears.
"The house of the Tree always Stiff? I have never heard of any royal Elven-house of that name. Anyway, yulnuvan yo lalai vanimelyan."

ooc:
Hope that was all right(took me some minutes with all my material to construct)

[Edited by Lightman on 08-25-2000 at 11:17 AM]

 

[Kepic]

One of the serving wenches at the inn:

"He's probably in his room, sleeping off some Old Axe" said one of the serving wenches as she danced by the table, replying to Tellera's previous, as yet, unanswered question, "he drinks more than a fair share of the barrels that we import to the inn" she giggled.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

OH MY GOODNESS, my computer crashes for a few days and i miss out on the WHOLE POST. Can i still play...er...you know what i mean. Someone wanna clue me in briefly so i can get back to kickin goblin ass?


Much thanks and kisses

 

[Kepic]

Well, yes, this has rocketed forward a bit!
Wondered a bit where you got to, Lava!
Only got the one post here from you previously, right, back on page 1? lol
Well, yes, like a said, a lots happened... I'll try a brief outline of whats happened up to now...
The Grinning Griffin's been attacked by a large bunch of goblins, which were eventually defeated.
However, unbeknownst to anyone yet, it was a distraction, so that they could kidnap Jeni - the co-owner of the inn with Harl, her brother, currently out cold in his quarters - and three of the serving girls.
Check my last few posts, they cover whats been happening mostly and who most of the current characters are. Though I would advise to read 'em all, if only 'cos its a pretty good read! Everyone's doing a great job with their posts here.
Welcome back, hope that helps a little at least!

[Edited by Kepic on 08-25-2000 at 02:01 PM]

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

AHHHHHH I need aspirin...well thank you mi'lord...um, if you would be even kinder to fit me into the story again, i wish i picked a better character however, my kick ass warrior with a dagger and a few arrows seems....um... a wee bit overshadowed with all the fay and all...


however...ill need a little help in this...i can still kick some goblin/elf ass...

IC:

(ill pretend i mysteriously found myself in a room at the inn, some sort of sleeping spell put on me)

I waken and get up, a terrible headache threatens to plummet my 5'11" body down the inn stairs. I grip the handrail and check to see if all of my things are still with me, my dagger is still tugged between my breasts, but my arrows and bow are gone. Now im incredibly irritated. (now help me out again PLEEAZZZE fit me into the story)

 

[Morgoth]

Lokken steps a little forward and notices the wooden rod in her pussy. He yanks it out and replaces it with a real one. He begins to buck as she sucks the paladin. "If only Joreth was here", he thought. She began to move with him.

OOC: Hope you don't mind, but I got to get in on some sex.

 

[dansemajik]

Mogana is sleeping, literally.

OOC: alright, evidently, I know not what I do.... I am lost here. I think I am going to leave you all. I love the plot though. I wish all of you the best of luck, and maybe we can play another time. I will look in, just for the reading pleasure. Thanks. Dansemajik

[Edited by dansemajik on 08-25-2000 at 08:34 PM]

 

[Always]

Re: Gwidion the young stranger

"Boredom and hunger..." was the answer my mouth gave, although with my eyes sparkling, you can't quite tell...

I lean forward suddenly, and pulling two goblets from my pack, quickly snap around to examine this new... i suppose a cub of my kind may have found her a challenge, but... I merely smiled and said, "Lasta lalaithamin..." to the intruder. I placed the two wine glasses on the table and turned to Gwidion. I filled the glasses and handed him one, offering a toast...

(totally ignoring the other person, of course...)

 

[Morgoth]

"Wait a minute, excuse me", Lokken says and pulls his clothes back on. He walks through the wall and into some girl. "Watch it, girl", he says. "Hey, who do you think you are?" she asks.(somebody substitute the girl for a character) He continues walkeing. "I said, where do you think you are going?" she asks again, pulling him about. He spins around, his sword already drawn, inches from her neck. "One touch, and you die. Show respect when you talk to Lokken, Emperor of Taros, companion of Roland Gilliad the legendary", he said, again turning about and walking out the door. "Thrinta, Joreth, Dark, come to me. Make it quick!" he shouted into the woods. It began to snow harder than usual just as Lokken walked back in. He sensed something, but disregarded it.

 

[Lightman]

Gwidion the young stranger

It was all Gwidion could do not to lose his composure. Only some hours ago he had wistfully thought about how little chances he had for even a small flirt, and now here he was, caught between these two women...he would definitely have enjoyed it if it hadn't been for the cold glares these two kept on throwing to each other.
'Light' he thought, 'where is this getting at?'
Raising the goblet, Gwidion took a nervous sip from the elverquisst and said
"Erm...Well then...myladies...what do you think of this goblin attack?"