In the Devil's Keeping

[cgraven]

She laced her fingers with his over her stomach and let him feel it as she lowered the warding that guarded her womb for the first time.

He felt the wards fading, he saw the longing in his love heart and let her see it mirrored in his own heart. The mage knew what they both desired, he knew that she would come willingly to him that night and that they could create a new life and he longed to do so. He touched her mind gently and with a tender compassion he let her see the years he had spent as the tortured captive of the demons during the last war. The Mage let his love know that this was a possible fate that could befall her as well and their unborn child. He also let his love see that despite all that they desired, all that they hoped for that the moon goddess would grant them a child in her own time.

“Beloved come to bed.”

He took her by the hand and led her to the bed she had created by magic and with childish joy. Arawn knew it could not be his decision alone. It had to be Orinda’s as well with full knowledge of what possible fates could lay ahead.

When he came to her, he came as a man letting her feel that for this one night, he had laid aside the mantle of Mage he had worn for so many years, let the magic slip from him. He would never know nor asked if she had kept the wards that guarded her womb down or not. She would always know that on this night he wished to father their child.

 

[caela]

When he came to her, he came as a man letting her feel that for this one night, he had laid aside the mantle of Mage he had worn for so many years, let the magic slip from him. He would never know nor asked if she had kept the wards that guarded her womb down or not. She would always know that on this night he wished to father their child.

Orinda knew the risks, she'd seen his years of torture before and while it was much much less she'd spent her own small share of time as a toy to demons. She knew it was a fate that could be. Glancing up at the glowing moon hovering above them she sent up a silent prayer to all the gods that such wouldn't happen to her child.

Following Arawn to the bed she came to him sweetly, tenderly, and with as much joy and love as she could share with him. When they both lay sated in each other's arms, their lips curved into a smile Orinda knew that tonight would be a night she would always remember and treasure. She had left the wardings down and now it was in the hands of the gods.

Curling in against Arawn's chest she drifted in a deep, contented sleep and into the sweetest dream she could ever remember having...

"Mommy! Mommy!" a young raven haired child with eyes as fathomless as Arawn's own, and skin as pale as Orinda's had once been called. Startled Orinda looked up just as the child flung herself into her arms and hugged her tight while pressing a soft kiss to her cheek with her small rosepetal lips.

"You're late Mommy! We though you'd NEVER get here. I'm ex-posed to ask if you're sure you're ready for me to come home? I keeps telling them, OF COURSE you is! But they don't listen so good Mommy," the young girl pouted slightly and it was with surprise that Orinda realized this was her daughter.

"Who is 'they' my pet?" Orinda asked quietly. She was curious about this child and couldn't help but wonder if she was real or just a figment of her dreaming mind. Either way she loved her.

As the little girl pointed to the sky Orinda saw the same full moon floating overhead that she and Arawn had watched cross the sky. "Auntie Selene mostly. She thinks the timing is dangerous and that you should wait longer to bring me home. BUT she says if you're ready than she won't stop me from leaving with you. Mommy, I KNOWS it's time.Tell Auntie Selene you are ready for me to come home."

As Orinda tried to think - it was so hard to do in dreams sometimes - a young woman appeared before them. She was more beautiful than Orinda knew how to describe with flesh so pale it was nearly silver and hair as white as snow kissed by moonlight. "Hello Orinda,"the woman said in a voice so sweet it made Orinda's heart ache near to breaking. "You'll wake soon so answer me truly, are you sure you're ready to take young Kalliope home? Don't claim her too early simply to avoid bearing Mac Tar's child. It's not in your fate to bear any seed but Arawn's child."

"I...we're ready Selene. For all the hardships we must face, what better reminder than this of what it is we fight to protect?" As Orinda spoke she stroked Kalliope's hair gently and felt the girl curl in closer against her.

"As you wish child. She will leave with you Orinda and we will not speak again though I will always be watching over you both. Take heed and tell your companions to beware of D'or. His jealousy and lust for what he cannot have, have overridden him and he has betrayed you all." The woman leaned down and gently ruffled Kalliope's hair before pressing a small kiss to her forhead. "I will miss you darling child."

"You'll see me every night Auntie Selene, after all I's not going so terribly far away, just to Mommy and Papa. I'll talk to everyyyyyyy night, I promises."

The mood Godess smiled once more before pressing a kiss to Orinda's forhead as well. "Go child, it is time for you to wake. I've kept you too long and Arawn worries."

Suddenly feeling herself shaken Orinda's eyes snapped open and locked on Arawn's. She didn't know what to say, there were no words to describe the vision of her dream and so she drew Arawn's hand to her belly and let him feel the first glimmerings of life stirring there as she opened her mind to him and showed him her dream.

When it was done she smiled softly, just the corners of her lips curling upward as she whispered, "Arawn, let me introduce you to your daughter."

 

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Orinda knew the risks, following Arawn to the bed she came to him sweetly, tenderly, and with as much joy and love as she could share with him.


The mage slipped into a deep slumber, his love curled to him, her soft cheek pressed to his heart, and his arms cradling her. He had shed the mantel of his magic, and yet he was still of the Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee, the first of the races, that would lead to men, more ancient then the elves themselves, and magic was an interracial part of his nature even as breathing and the love he bore for Orinda.

Visions of the nine levels of Hell came to him creeping into his mind unbidden, and in those haunting, tormenting vision he again saw the trial’s that Phedre had to endure on her long tortures journey to become Orinda. He saw the corvettes lust of Seth and D’or to possess his love fully, to plant their seed in her fertile womb and to have her innocent body give birth to their twisted desires in living flesh.

Arawn’s sleep was restless only the warm of his love lying next to him gave him some measure of comfort.

The scene shifted he was on a country lane, that wandered a cross a broad plain towards the distant purple mountains. his cloak spattered with mud, the carnage of a recent battle laid strewn across that blood soaked plain. The lifeless shape of a Brass dragon lay fallen from the sky, a dark beauty clutching at it her body prone across it as she wept bitterly. The dragon’s rider was no where to be scene and the triumphant howls from Hell echoed across the plain

“Be at peace Arawn child of the Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee the eye and the mind can often be mislead as well you know.”

He turned to the voice and beheld a stooped old man resting upon his walking stick, and his grizzled white beard wild and unkempt. The old man touched the mages breast with a single finger, and peace and tranquility filled ever fiber of his being.

“Be at peace and trust in love mage.”

Dagda, the name came whispering softly in his mind. Dagda the god of the Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee.

The visions faded and Arawn woke with a start the first rays of the morning sun streaming through the window. He shook his love awake, in a desperate need to know that she was safe. The look in Orinda’s soft violet eyes, as she drew Arawn's hand to her belly and let him feel the first glimmerings of life stirring there as she opened her mind to him and showed him her dream.

When it was done she smiled softly, just the corners of her lips curling upward as she whispered, "Arawn, let me introduce you to your daughter."

Her joy and happiness was mirrored in his own dark fathomless, eyes as he felt the stirrings of the new life she carried. Tears of joy flowed down his cheeks as words failed him, his lips brushed hers in the tenders of the most adoring kiss possible. When finally he broke that kiss his head bowed and he kissed Orinda’s belly where their hands rested and he whispered

“Kalliope I am your father and I love you my child.”

Arawn kissed the tip of Orinda’s nose.

“We must tell D’Lation and the Lady Noir, they will need to know.

 

[caela]

Tears of joy flowed down his cheeks as words failed him, his lips brushed hers in the tenders of the most adoring kiss possible. When finally he broke that kiss his head bowed and he kissed Orinda’s belly where their hands rested and he whispered “Kalliope I am your father and I love you my child.”

Orinda smiled softly as Arawn's lips pressed gently to her belly where their daughter had taken root. Already she couldn't wait for Kalliope to grow big enough for them to feel her and she chuckled softly knowing that if the bright child she'd seen in her dream didn't teach her patience nothing in this world could.

“We must tell D’Lation and the Lady Noir, they will need to know."

"Of course we must, I wouldn't think of keeping it from them. D'Lation and I promised each other no secrets the night he told me he loved Noir. It's killed me not being able to tell him about Mac Tar almost nearly as much as it hurt not to be able to tell you. Noir will have told him by now, perhaps this morning's news will ease his wounded pride."

As she spoke a look of concern creased her brow. "Love, how do dragons deal with their riders children? I'd like Kalliope to think of them as an aunt and uncle if they'd allow it." Still pressing her hands over her stomach a small smile quickly curved her lips once more, "Perhaps they'll have a child of their own soon enough and they could grow up together...ahhhh, or am I only daydreaming love?"

 

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"Love, how do dragons deal with their riders children? A small smile quickly curved her lips once more, "Perhaps they'll have a child of their own soon enough and they could grow up together...ahhhh, or am I only daydreaming love?"

Arawn scratched his chin between his thumb and index finger deep in thought.

“I just don’t know my love I can not ever remember a Dragonrider being with child before!”

The mage paused and then kissed her belly and their child again.

“I guess it will be a new adventure that the Three of us, and D’Lation will just have to take. But I see you are already planning that Kalliope will be a Dragonrider like her mother. ”

His eyes smiled up at hers, a teasing grin bowed his lips.

They went to D’Lation and Noir and the moment they enter their chamber the Brass Dragon smiled and came running to Orinda. He swept her into his arms and spun her around in a circle as his lips brushed her cheek in a chaste kiss. Suddenly he set his consort down as gently as if the young maiden was made of crystal.

“Please for give me Lady Orinda, maid of Living Fire. I trust I did not injure the child you bear.”

The lady Noir let out an exacerbated breath.

“Men and Drakes can be such fools at times kike these Orinda.”

The dark beauty paused her hand hovering over her friend’s belly her eyes asking permission to touch her.

 

[caela]

They went to D’Lation and Noir and the moment they enter their chamber the Brass Dragon smiled and came running to Orinda. He swept her into his arms and spun her around in a circle as his lips brushed her cheek in a chaste kiss. Suddenly he set his consort down as gently as if the young maiden was made of crystal.

Orinda laughed like a young girl herself as she was spun through the air, hugged tightly and then set down like she would break all in less than 30 seconds. Grinning at D'Lation she gave him a playful punch in the arm before answering his sudden worry, "No being formal with me you silly goose. And no, you didn't hurt Kalliope. I'm glad your as happy as we are."

“Men and Drakes can be such fools at times like these Orinda.”
The dark beauty paused her hand hovering over her friend’s belly her eyes asking permission to touch her.

Orinda smiled warmly to Noir and drew her friends hand to her belly, letting the dark beauty feel the first small stirrings of the life nestled there. Leaning close to Noir's ear she whispered softly, "Men can be fools about many things concerning their mates...but would we really want them any other way?"

Finally stepping back Orinda leaned back against Arawn's chest and let his arms wrap around her once more so that his hands rested over her belly. Her eyes were shining with joy and her entire body felt a peace and love running through her that she simply couldn't put into words, it simply was and she savored it.

"D'Lation, Noir, I don't know what, if any, rules there are concerning the raising of a child of a dragonrider but I would very very much like it if you would be a part of Kalliope's family."

 

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"D'Lation, Noir, I don't know what, if any, rules there are concerning the raising of a child of a dragonrider but I would very very much like it if you would be a part of Kalliope's family."

“Orinda by dearest friend you and Arawn are as much a part of D’Lation and myself as our very soul’s are we four by choice are tied one to the other . What is part of your lives is a part of ours.”

The Lady Noir’s fingers delicately touched the young maiden’s belly she felt the new life within Orinda stir a ripple of pleasure engulfed the three. A strange far away look came into the dark beauty’s enchanting golden eyes as she entered a deep trance. Noir’s body was enveloped in a pink aura that shifted from pink to dark violet then to shimmering cobalt blue. Then a flash of brilliant white that hurt the eyes of all who saw her before returning to a soft pink glow before it faded. Noir’s face had seemed translucent, a tear had trickled down her cheek, and then a slow smile creased her lips.

“Your child is wise my dear, wise beyond her years, and has waited so long for you to call her. I have seen great sorrow and great joy. She reminds you of her long time waiting with Selene, and she said that Dagda reminded her father not to de deceived by appearances and that you to should heed his words as well .”

Before anyone could ask the meaning of Noir’s vision the gruff Dwarf Jhon Warhammer came storming in followed by a messenger from MacTar.

” The armies of man have gather and the High Lord of Clanmore begs thee to come quickly as his scouts report the Demon horde was again massing and will soon be on the march again and will reach the pass in no more than three days.

The time for questions would have to wait. The time for action was now and the time to join the battle was at hand.

 

[caela]

The time for questions would have to wait. The time for action was now and the time to join the battle was at hand.

Quickly Arwan and Orinda turned to leave Noir and D'Lation's chambers to returnt ot heir own. As they did so however Orinda opened her mind to Noir and D'Lation to give them Selene's warning.

You reminded me Noir, Selene bid us to beware of D'or. She said he's betrayed us out of lust for what he can't have. I don't know exactly what that means but I can only guess that he must be working with the demons in some manner for the Godess herself to have given warning.

She could feel the shudder that ran through Noir at her words but she felt an odd sense of acceptance coming from D'Lation that she would ask him alone about later. Reaching Arawn's chambers she closed her mind once more and they helped each other into their armor while Noir and D'Lation went to the Tower and changed to their dragon forms.

Before mounting their saddles she gave Arawn a swift but loving kiss and leaped onto D'Lation's back. Despite the dire circumstances she couldn't help but chuckle when his mind touched hers to tell her to be more cautious or she'd hurt Kalliope. Reaching out she caressed his neck gently and assured him that what didn't hurt her own body wouldn't harm her daughter. She heard him grumble low in his throat and laughed once more when she looked over and saw Noir rolling her large golden eyes.

Lifting into the air they made an impressive sight. Two dragons flying in the lead of a mass of hippogriffs mounted by dwarves. She wondered what the armies would think and what Mac Tar would think when she submitted to him and he found she was already with child.

 

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“My Love be careful”

Reaching out she caressed his neck gently and assured him that what didn't hurt her own body wouldn't harm her daughter. She heard him grumble low in his throat and laughed once more when she looked over and saw Noir rolling her large golden eyes.

The mage sent a silent message to D’Lation My friend care for my Lady and your consort women can be such reckless fools at a time like this. I know my Lord Mage take care of My Lady Noir, for she too is more reckless than she should be as well.. A rye knowing smile crossed his face. Why Noir had chosen to remain silent about her own condition he did not know but he knew she must have her own reason if she had shielded it form him and Orinda.

The high Lord MacTar and the assembled armies stared sky ward as they beheld the two dragons flying in the lead of a mass of hippogriffs mounted by dwarves. A hushed murmur of awe and wonder spread through the armies. By the time they had landed.

MacTar stood on a small platform at the base stood the marshals and kings of the other four kingdoms. It was time for Orinda to go and submit to the High Lord of Clanmore.

 

[caela]

MacTar stood on a small platform at the base stood the marshals and kings of the other four kingdoms. It was time for Orinda to go and submit to the High Lord of Clanmore.

Orinda drew a deep breath and seperated from the dwarves and Arawn and Noir. Guiding D'Lation in a slow spiral over the platform. She wasn't without a sense of drama and could reac very well the wonder in the crowd, half of them wondering if she would instruct her dragon to kill Mac Tar, the other half wondering if she would demand the right to lead as she had been the one to gather them. None of them came anywhere near to suspecting what was about to happen.

As D'Lation landed Orinda slid from her saddle and walked proudly to stand before Mac Tar. Drawing her sword and unbuckling her shield she layed them both as an offering at his feet before turning lightly to face the crowd, her voice loud and resonant - and aided by a little magic - reaching easily from the front to the back. "Soldiers of the five Kingdoms! We gather here on Clanmore lands to push back an enemy that would ravage and destroy us all! If we hope to defeat that enemy we must work together as one people, with one leader! This war will be fought on Clanmore lands, and as it is Clanmore lands that will support us when the stores you've brought run out, it is only right that Clanmore's Chief should lead us. I give Mac Tar my sword and shield and willingly submit any claim I might have to lead you, by the right of having gathered you, to him."

Turning to face Mac Tar once more her violet eyes glimmered and she slowly removed her armor with loving care. When the final piece was removed and her body was bared to him and the crowed she let loose the ties of her magic and knelt at Mac Tar's feet as only a woman giving herself to a man. Her voice rising now for him alone, "As we've agreed Mac Tar, I submit and give you full control of the gathere'd army."

 

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Turning to face Mac Tar once more her violet eyes glimmered and she slowly removed her armor with loving care. When the final piece was removed and her body was bared to him and the crowed she let loose the ties of her magic and knelt at Mac Tar's feet as only a woman giving herself to a man. Her voice rising now for him alone, "As we've agreed Mac Tar, I submit and give you full control of the gathere'd army."

An excited murmur ran through the assembled armies as mages and wizards of lesser arts and abilities than the young maiden Dragonrider could hardly believe their ears. Or the way she stood naked before MacTar High Lord of Clanmore before kneeling in submission to her. Arawn , Noir and D’lation touched their minds to reawaken the old ways that had lain forgotten in their hearts. Or the way she stood naked before MacTar High Lord of Clanmore before kneeling in submission to her. Arawn , Noir and D’lation touched their minds to reawaken the old ways that had lain forgotten in their hearts.


Though MacTar and Orinda’s agreement was based in the old ways, he was still a man, and a man of powerful appetites. His eyes feasted on her beauty the sensual curve of her firm young breasts, her flat abdomen the seductive swell of her hips and her long athletic legs so finely sculptured. She was not the pale young beauty that had come to him with the warning bout rather her supple body glowed with a healthy rosy glow. He reached out his mind to touch her to make sure that the wards that guarded her womb where indeed lowered. Then a look of surprise flashed in his heather blue eyes.

”Ah Lassie you are a tricky wench.

He whispered in the silence of her mind.

Yet it does not break our bargain, for if Freya goddess of love and fertility wishes my seed to take root in your womb it will weather you are already with child or not for she and no other rules hear in Clanmore.

Then in a voice all could hear MacTar spoke.

"Take me into your mouth and prepare me to take pleasure from your ripe fertile body Orinda, Maid of the living fire, dragonrider, consort to the Lord D’Lation of the Brass dragons.”

Mac Tar had called out Orinda’s true title as was right and proper but in so doing he had claimed power over her body in the olds ways and Arawn knew it well.

 

[caela]

"Take me into your mouth and prepare me to take pleasure from your ripe fertile body Orinda, Maid of the living fire, dragonrider, consort to the Lord D’Lation of the Brass dragons.”

Orinda was startled as his loud voice boomed out over the crowd. Not so much at his command but at his use of her entire title. There was something here she didn't fully understand and she couldn't help it but that her violet eyes rose up meet Arawn's a silent apology for making him see this burning in those purple depth.

Reaching up she drew Mac Tar close to her and release the catch of his breeches, slowly rolling them down his thighs until his cock was freed from them. She couldn't look up to him towering over her as her lips parted and her tongue licked out across his flesh. Her lips closed around the head and slowly her mouth slid up and down the shaft suckling gently. She could feel him growing and lengthening between her lips as she brought him to readiness. Only when she could feel that he was fully ready did she draw her lips from his cock and kneel back on her heels.

For a moment she wished she was a man, it would have been easier to submit to a blade on her neck than to have to continually give up her body to others no matter what the purpose.

Yet it does not break our bargain, for if Freya goddess of love and fertility wishes my seed to take root in your womb it will weather you are already with child or not for she and no other rules hear in Clanmore.

It will be as the Godesses will it Mac Tar and what seed takes root in my womb is between Freya and Selene for it was Selene herself who sent my daughter to me. If Freya wishes me to bear an heir to Clanmore and Selene doesn't gainsay it than who am I to argue their will?

She spoke to Mac Tar's mind as he had spoken to hers while out loud she asked quietly so only those nearby could hear, "How will it please you to have me Mac Tar?"

 

[cgraven]

She spoke to Mac Tar's mind as he had spoken to hers while out loud she asked quietly so only those nearby could hear, "How will it please you to have me Mac Tar?"

Mac Tar had enjoyed the feel of the young maid’s mouth , her tongue swirling around his cock the way her lips sensual “O” ed, her midnight tresses shining with the blue tint of the raven’s wing, seductively breathing life into his manhood. Till it throbbed with desire, and the young beauty slowly let him slip from her succulent mouth and kneeled back on her heels submissively waiting his pleasure.

“ I shall take your body and see if the goddess Freya will smile upon you and grant you a child of my seed. Face those that serve you Orinda, Maid of the living fire, dragonrider, consort to the Lord D’Lation of the Brass dragons.”

Mac Tar paused, then proclaimed that Orinda assume the position dictated by the old ways.

“On your Hands and knees.”

Orinda may have been prepared for MacTar to immediately take her, demonstrating his power as High Lord and excreting his rights under the old code. Yet what she had not grasped, but what he did, was to lead one must also serve. His tongue snaked out to sensually lick her ripe moist folds, it massaged her clitoris coaxing it from its hooded hiding place. The young Maid was with out magic, just a woman, as she had been when her love had taken her for the first time in the pale moonlight on the marble alter. Mac Tar’s mouth and tongue called to the natural passions of her young body. He supped on her sweet honey nectar till he felt her body quiver in pleasure.

His hands where on her slender waist, his enormous organ slipped with in the young maiden’s dewy folds. The High Lord of Clanmore was no stranger to a young woman’s body or what pleased it. He matched his pace to the responses of the breath taking beauty's supple bod. Their tempo building, the force of his thrust pushing Orinda forward, her weight born by her hands, her firm young breast swaying, till her body orgasm engulfed her in a sudden release of blinding pleasure, and his seed flooded her fertile womb. A pale golden light bathed her as rich and full as the goddess Freya’s golden mane.

“The Goddess Freya smiles upon you lass”

The ritual completed, Orinda was allowed to rise and dawn her armor.

The army out of respect had demurely lowered their eyes out of respect for the young maiden. The sound of eagles screeching called all eyes skyward. Calderon Elvin High Prince of the Sliver Glens, led a phalanx of Elvin archers mounted on Griffins to join the armies of mankind in their fight against the demon horde.

 

[caela]

The sound of eagles screeching called all eyes skyward. Calderon Elvin High Prince of the Sliver Glens, led a phalanx of Elvin archers mounted on Griffins to join the armies of mankind in their fight against the demon horde.

Orinda's mind was still reeling as she locked the last buckle on her armor. She hadn't had time to assimilate the pleasure she'd just felt or the strange wash of warmth that had seemed to fall over her in those last seconds when Mac Tar's seed had flooded her. It had felt like the wamrth of the sun itself had danced over her skin and Mac Tar had said that Freya had blessed her. The sound of eagles screeching snapped her back to the here and now.

Not knowing what to say to Mac Tar she simply bowed low before him, once more acknowledging his right to lead before sheathing her sword and buckling her shield to her arm once more. Sliding back into D'Lation's saddle she felt much more at ease though she could see the dragons violet gaze watching her and murmured softly to him, "Not a word my friend, you can chastize me later if you must."

D'Lation's great dragon head merely nodded and he leaped up into the air to rejoin Arawn and Noir in order to greet the Elves. The men and women on the ground below were looking up in awe of the armies drifting through the sky above them. Dwarves on hippogriffs, two dragons and their riders, and now Elves on Griffins. It gave the human's much needed hope and courage to know that they had such mighty allies and yet Orinda felt uneasy for Selene's words about D'or still haunted her.

Reaching out with her mind she touched Arawn's lightly to ask, Where are the dragons love? Surely the Council wouldn't stand for demons invading this world. Perhaps D'or had betrayed them even more than they thought.

 

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Lord D’or of the First Circle of the Counsel of Dragons had arrived late. D’Azure of the blue dragons, had assumed the High Chair of the counsel in the albescence of the Lady Noir and D’or.

My Lord D’or you have been sorely missed and we feared that you may have fallen prey to the Demon Horde.

D’ Azure’s greeting had not faded from his lips when D’or struck, the sudden flare of his magic catching them all unaware. They had not scene the tarnish of evil on D’or’s golden scales, nor where they prepared for his magical assault. His spell ensnared the leaders of the dragon clans. The first, D’Azure of the Blue Dragons, as he spoke the dark’s true name, Draco Electircus his evil spell held them in its grip as he spoke each name.

Draco Gerus Bronzo Bronze, Draco Comes Stabuli Copper, the litany of their true names continued binding each of the clans; Green, Platinum, Red, Sliver, until he finished with Draco Rigidus Frigidus, the White dragons of the far north, where trapped by D'or's spell .

I one swift treacherous stroke the realm of dragons where ensnared and their aid denied to the armies that would face the demon horde. There would be no summoning call from the Great Counsel, only the Black and Brass clans had been spared, and The Lady Noir, and Lord D’Lation could ill afford to depart the pending battle to summon their clans.

D’or sauntered arrogantly to the Golden Coffer that held the key that locked the seals that bound the gates of Hell, and taking it, D'or broke the key. In His blind lust to posses Orinda's chaste, pure beauty he had condemned the world of man to the rape and pillage of the denizens of Hell, if the meager forces of Mankind could not stem the first wave of the Demon Horde.

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D’or soared high above the plains of Clanmore prepared to make the first strike of the battle that would decide the fate of mankind. His eye beheld MacTar taking the Maiden he coveted, as she knelt on her hands and knees submitting her body to him. Orinda was naked, her beauty called to D’or’s twisted soul, he wheeled his mind set to snatch her then and there. He wheeled the sun glinted off his tarnish scales bathing the couple in golden light, when he heard the sound of eagles screeching, and saw Calderon Elvin High Prince of the Sliver Glens, leading a phalanx of Elvin archers mounted on Griffins, Noir and Arawn, and the mass of hippogriffs mounted by dwarves. The last shocked D’or and he saw all his scheming plans suddenly threatened.

Unseen D’or wheeled to fly to Seth Demon Lord, to tell him what he had seen. Even with the new arrivals to the Alliance, the fate of the world still very much hung in the balance, for with out the aid of the dragons clans, Mankind had little chance of success.

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D’Leo of the Dargonne, a very rare and solitary breed of lesser dragons, the result of cross breeding between Brass dragons and Lions, very much beneath the great dragons station and more often as not looked down on as bastards, unworthy of their noticed had been in this dire emergency summoned to appear before the Great Counsel. He saw the flare of D’or’s magic, and saw the result of the Golden Dragons treachery. The only thing that had saved D’Leo was the distain that he was held in. He followed D’or, saw his aborted attack and watched as the Golden Dark met with the Demon Lord.

D’Leo arrival at the Grand Council of the Alliance, was by all the most wondrous of the day’s events. He fell prostrated before D’Lation and told all that he had scene.

 

[caela]

D’Leo arrival at the grand council of the Alliance was by all the most wondrous of the day’s events. He fell prostrated before D’Lation and told all that he had scene.

As D'Leo's words filled the chamber everyone within went still and quite. What he told them filled them all with dread so that not even a whisper was spoken. Orinda's own eyes filled with dread as she realized just how close to stealing her D'or had come. She'd been snatched unawares by dragon talons once before and didn't relish the thought of a repeat performance.

Her greatest fear though was for her child. Her fingers fell and laced over her stomach while her internal voice spoke softly to Kalliope, reassuring her daughter. There was no doubt in Orinda's mind that her child could hear and understand what was happening in the world outside of her body, what shocked her however was when Kalliope answered.

Shhhh, Mommy. Stop worrying. If you let your fear overwhelm you, you will make mistakes.

Snapping her head around she looked at Arawn and then back down at her stomach letting him know that whether her body was formed yet or not their daughter was fully concious. Noir had told her to listen to her daughter and so she would. Drawing a deep breath she calmed her fears and stilled the racing of her heart to a normal beat while D'Leo finished his tale.

As everyone simply stared blankly at each other Orinda spoke softly but surely. "So now we know the extent of D'or's trechery. Leaders of the counsil we hadn't had chance to warn you before D'Leo came in but I had warning from the moon godess herself that D'or had betrayed us. He lusts for something he cannot have and is willing to let the world be destroyed for it. Many of you have seen battle before, some, like myself, have not and can only hope that our inexperience is not a hinderance.

Do any of you know a way to free the dragons in such a manner and time as may be useful to us? We can't spare any for long so if the way is long and frought with danger and could bring no help in time then it might be best to wait and free then when the battle is done."

She was startled to see all the eyes in the Council chamber on her, some were not happy with her words but more than half were nodding finding her comments sensible if not exactly likeable.

"D'Leo, can you bring the Draggone to our aid? Lady Noir, Lord D'Lation, how long would it take to call your clans forth with the Dragon Council laying en-sorcelled by D'or?"

 

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”Do any of you know a way to free the dragons in such a manner and time as may be useful to us? We can't spare any for long so if the way is long and frought with danger and could bring no help in time then it might be best to wait and free then when the battle is done." ………………….."D'Leo, can you bring the Dargonne to our aid? Lady Noir, Lord D'Lation, how long would it take to call your clans forth with the Dragon Council laying en-sorcelled by D'or?"

The Lady Noir was the first to speak.

“Lady Orinda by now the Demons will have set guards on the counsel Chambers and will be preparing to feed on the living Magic of the great Dragons. To lend strength so more hordes may enter the world of man and will expect a rescue attempt there by weakening our forces that face the horde that has already come into the world.”

D’Lation added his counsel.

“The other dragon clans will not come with out the summoning of the council, or their Lords. The Black and Brass Clans would come at Noir’s and my summoning if we appeared in person, and yet that too would weaken our forces.”

D’Leo spoke next.

“The Dargonne Will come but we are few in number, but are aid is at your command Lord D’Lation.”

Arawn had remained silent, as had Mac Tar as the leaders of the five kingdoms each put forth what should be done. The Black Mage of the Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee and the only one present that had fought the demons in the last war simply said.

“The unexpected is often the most effective course of action in war.”

He smiled at Mac Tar.

“ But my High Lord of Clanmore the decision is yours as our commander.”

Mac Tar rose his face set and Arawn could see he had already reached a decision.

“What you all say is correct And the Black Mage is quite correct in his analyses.”

Mac Tar paused as all eyes turned to him.

“Yet to catch our foe we must appear to give him what he excepts.”

The High Lord of Clanmore saw the uncomprehending looks, and he slowly continued.

“Lord Arawn you and the Lady Noir will lead the Dwarves forces to attack the Council Chambers because that is what Lord Seth will expect. Sir D’Leo you shall summon your Clan also a course of action the enemy will be looking for. Lady Orinda, Lord D’Lation and Prince Calderon Elvin High Prince You shall from the left flank of the army, Marshal of the kingdom of De Lac the right flank with the forces of Le Mountiane and I shall command the center with our remaining forces. We shall surrender the Pass of Long Strife fall back the Plains of Clanmore before the pass then turn to attack! There will be no reserves.”


Mac Tar’s plan was indeed bold and would be the last thing that Seth would expect. The dark Mage admired its boldness, if not its recklessness. Arguments broke out as pros and cons where heatedly put forth Mac Tar taking and consider each in turn before he spoke again.

“So I have spoken so it shall be. I thank you all for your council. We March in the morning. See to your troops, and take your rests, for I fear it will be the last that we see for quite some time.”

With That The High Lord of Clanmore took his leave.

 

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“So I have spoken so it shall be. I thank you all for your council. We March in the morning. See to your troops, and take your rests, for I fear it will be the last that we see for quite some time.”

As Mac Tar left Orinda made her way to Arawn's side and wrapped her arms tightly around him. Her love and concern for him and Noir glittered in her deep violet eyes. "Take care of yourself and Noir my love, what D'Lation and I would do without either of you I don't know." That said she pressed her lips softly to his, putting her whole heart in that kiss. "How long will it be before you have to leave my love?"

She asked the question loud enough for D'Lation and Noir, who were nearby, to hear it as well and saw both their heads turn. From across the Chamber she could see Dwarf Lord heading their way with just the same question in his eyes. Along with a mild disapproval for the way Orinda clung against Arawn. She could tell he wondered how such a slip of a girl - and one who was obviously so emotional - had managed to gather the army camped outside but he had better manners than to ask.

 

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"Take care of yourself and Noir my love, what D'Lation and I would do without either of you I don't know." That said she pressed her lips softly to his, putting her whole heart in that kiss. "How long will it be before you have to leave my love?"

Arawn savored the kiss the warmth of his love’s embrace as his own arms enfolded her drawing her even closer. With a great reluctance he drew his lips unwillingly from hers. Then turned to face Jhon Warhammer. Arawn found the taciturn look on the dwarf face almost comical, but nothing in his manner or demeanor gave a hint of it.

“Tomorrow one hour before dawn we will take flight my Lord Warhammer. See to your forces, and if you can do not drink Clanmore dry of ale in one night.”

He softly chided the Dwarf.


“ We two are no strangers to war and I am glade to have you at my side again.”

Warhammer knew the dark mage of the Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee well enough to know that he would reveal his plans in his own good time and took his leave muttering about old mages heads so easily by such a slip of a girl, and for a moment the ancient dwarf wished he was an old mage.

“Orinda let Prince Calderon know that o the morrow would seek his council and wisdom. My Lady Nor see to Lord D’Lation as I do not know when we four will meet again.”

Arawn lips brushed Orinda’s.

“Don’t be long my love time is short.”

He whispered in her ear so none other could hear.

 

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“Don’t be long my love time is short.”

Orinda nodded her head gently before turning away. By all the gods but she didn't want to leave his arms! Seeking Prince Calderon she smiled warmly and gave him a deep bow as befitted his station. "Prince Calderon, tomorrows forces leave an hour before dawn and my Master, Arawn wishes me to beg you to come to him before they must leave that he might seek your council and wisdom."

The elvish Prince looked the young woman up and down slowly, a small smile curving his lips and it was on the tip of his tongue to ask why it was Arawn didn't seek his council tonight when they could talk longer. Like the dwarf however he had seen the two embrace and he could feel the life growing in Orinda as well. He didn't need to ask, he knew, though it might have been amusing to see how the girl would answer.

"Tell Arawn I will come to him an hour before he must leave and as he wishes to leave before dawn tell him my first piece of wisdom would be for him to...rest ...well this evening."

Orinda's lips twitched at the emphasis the Elven Prince put on the words 'rest' and she nodded her head. "As you wish Prince Calderon. I will let my Master know." Bowing once more she turned and was walking toward the door when he called out once more."Orinda!"

She had to fight back a sigh as she spun to look at him, "Yes your highness."

"Make sure he does get SOME sleep tonight won't you girl? We can't send him off on the morrow too tired to think properly."

Orinda felt her cheeks flush hotly and nodded her head once more. Spinning away she was out the door too fast for anyone else to say anything to her and making her way to Arawn's tent. Slipping inside she threw herself into his arms and pressed small kisses all over his face as if memorizing it with her lips.

 

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Orinda felt her cheeks flush hotly and nodded her head once more. Spinning away she was out the door too fast for anyone else to say anything to her and making her way to Arawn's tent. Slipping inside she threw herself into his arms and pressed small kisses all over his face as if memorizing it with her lips.

The passion with which Orinda came to him took Arawn by surprise. Oh he well knew how passionate his love could be especially when her darkest passions where stirred. Her kisses seemed to search out each facet of his face. It was if she where committing them to the memory of her heart, or if in some mystic manner, known only to women, that she was trying to let her unborn child see her father’s face, at least once through, Orinda’s kisses. Arawn cupped Orinda’s face her eyes all ready dark, almost black violet.

“My love I see your dark passions stir but will it harm our child and why do you blush so hotly?”

The mage carried his love to the bed he had fashioned, it had both the aspects of hers, and of his, from the obsidian tower. He set her down by the bed and then sat on its edge.

“Strip for me my love.”

It had been so long sense Orinda had danced for his pleasure. Training, trails, test, and the requirements of her training had left them little time for them together, sense she had chosen D’Lation as her consort. Now she was with child tomorrow they would part going to war, each with their own mission. Arawn did not voice his fears their was no need for each in the camp be they raw recruit, or grizzled veteran knew that there was nothing so uncertain as war, and a battle often turned on the merest of chance.

He banished all this from his mind and had only eyes for his love , and this night.

 

[caela]

“My love I see your dark passions stir but will it harm our child and why do you blush so hotly?”

"No love," she whispered, her voice low and husky with desire."As long as you focus your own dark passions on above my naval and below the line of my hip bones than there will be no harm to Kalliope. The blush was for Calderon's last words to me...he told me to make sure you got SOME sleep tonight. He'll meet you an hour before you leave tomorrow."

“Strip for me my love.”

Orinda nearly purred at the command in his voice and nodded her head. Armor however was not the easiest of garments to strip from and so she locked her eyes on his as she slowly teased him. Each buckle was pulled slowly and the leather peeled away from her limbs before she allowed it to peel from her torso bearing herself to him.

Without her armor a slow smile curved her lips and she summoned a slow strain of eerily sensuous music. Her body began to move around and against Arawn as the music flowed through her. She let him see the need ravaging her body and the hunger that lurked darkly behind her eyes. She wanted him desperatly and it showed in her every swirling step, each sway of hips or breasts and the reach of her long arms to let her fingertips caress his chest and shoulders.

 

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"No love,…………………………… he told me to make sure you got SOME sleep tonight.”

“I need you my love tonight more than sleep; and that rough Calderon knows it well.”

Orinda impish smile at his command, the way her fingers toyed with each buckle of her armor, as she slowly bared her body to her Master and love was more sensual than the fabled dance of the Seven Vales, because it was a symbol of her loving submission to him. Orinda purred, the dark look of the jaguar in her b dark violet eyes as she summoned the strain of eerily sensuous music. Her body began to move as the music flowed through her. She let him see the need ravaging her body and the hunger that lurked darkly behind her eyes. She wanted him desperately and it showed in her every swirling step, each sway of hips or breasts and the reach of her long arms to let her fingertips caress his chest and shoulders.

Each sway of his loves hips, each teasing caress of her finger tips begging her lover to be her master again. Arawn own dark passions mirrored Orinda’s. He summoned her flogger, the kiss of leather, stung her breast and nipples in time with the music his loved had called forth with her magic. The leather’s stinging caresses snaked around her thighs to lick at her bare mound. As the music built in tempo Orinda supple body danced and weathered to the eerie strains of the music and the kiss of the leather. Now matter how she turned and pirouetted the leather kissed her seductively fanning the young maiden’s darkest passion. Till she feel on her knees at her masters feet. His hands entwined in to her short cropped raven locks, drawing her mouth to his cock Pressing it moist tip to her ripe supple lips demanding that she please him, as only she could.

 

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Now matter how she turned and pirouetted the leather kissed her seductively fanning the young maiden’s darkest passion. Till she feel on her knees at her masters feet. His hands entwined in to her short cropped raven locks, drawing her mouth to his cock Pressing it moist tip to her ripe supple lips demanding that she please him, as only she could.

Orinda's soft cries as the leather caressed her skin traveled to those nearby but she found that she couldn't care. It pleased her Master to paint her flesh the bright pink the flogger always drew to the surface of her flesh and so it pleased her as well. When she fell to her knees at his feet her chest heaved as she gasped for breath, her heart pounding in her chest.

She felt his fingers twining through her shortened hair and whimpered her pleasure, the sound shifting to a low purring when he drew her close to demand her lips pleasure him. Opening her mouth she wrapped her lips around his cock and slid slowly but surely downward until he was buried to hilt within her hungry mouth and throat. Holding still there she began to swallow in a slow rhythem making the back of her throat close to caress the head of his cock while she suckled ravenously on his shaft. Her tongue managed to dart between her lips to swipe slowly across the top of the heavy sac just at the base of his cock while her hands reached up, her fingers digging into his ass to hold herself impaled wantonly on his cock.

Turning her eyes up to his her mind growled softly, "Mine!"

 

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Turning her eyes up to his her mind growled softly, "Mine!"

A growl of primeval pleasure resonated deep from Arawn as his love sensually inhaled his cock till her nose was pressed against his groin her hot moist breath stirring his wiry pubic hair. His fingers twisted in her silken mane in response of sheer pleasure began to swallow in a slow rhythm making the back of her throat close to caress the head of his cock while she suckled ravenously on his shaft.


“Yes yours my naughty Miss all yours.”

Though the mage knew how Orinda for the taste of him in her mouth and longed for his thick cream to fill her throat Arawn did not grant her whish. He slipped from is love mouth Spun her and placed her on her hands an knees. His hands spread the firm cheeks of her ass and I one powerful stroke he impaled her on his cock. As Orinda's hips began to ungulate as he fucked her willing ass the mages hand Slapped her firm flesh as he took her.

"You may not cum till I grant you permission my love."