In the Devil's Keeping

[caela]

She whimpered angrily when he pulled from her lips, her entire body seeming to strive back toward it until he spun her to her hands and knees. Her lower back arched and her arms stretched out along the floor of the tent clawing sharply at it. When he impaled her body there was no softness in her cry of pleasure which echoed out into the night over the camp.

Each slap of his hand on her flesh sent her spiraling deeper into the pleasures of her body as she ground back against him, her ass clenching tightly on his cock filling her. Her hips rolled under him, meeting his rhythem with wild abandon. She was virtually about to fall into the abyss of pleasure when his voice cut through the haze in her brain.

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

She cried out at his words and had to fight to pull her body back from the edge which left her trembling and gasping for breath under him. Low growlings filled her throat while her nails clawed at the floor of the tent nearly ripping it in her need to release the pleasure building in her body.

"Pleeeeeeeease!" she finally screamed when she thought she couldn't take anymore.

 

[cgraven]

She was wild as her darkest passions engulfed her. Orinda' was the Jaguar her scream of pleasure echoing in the night. Her backed arched even as she stretched out her arms before her, he fingers curling into the soft carpet like the claws of the great cat, offering her love full access to her firm ass as she wantonly pressed back to meet his thrusting hips.

The low growl of pleasure denied rumbled form her at his command. Yet still she obeyed her love and master. Arawn felt the stir of magic as his love fought to do as she was commanded but finally even her magic could no restrain the need that burned like an inferno with in the young Maiden.

"Pleeeeeeeease!"

Her scream for release moving her master to pity.

“You may cum now my love if you wish or wait till I enter your pussy. “

He his own passion gushed forth to fill her dark, gasping buttery depts.

 

[caela]

“You may cum now my love if you wish or wait till I enter your pussy. “

There was no waiting, as soon as permission was granted her body exploded in pleasure while his own release flooded into her body. When she felt him spent within her she gently drew away and eased him back into the bed, her fingers waving slightly to conjure a bowl with warm water and a cloth. Leaning over him she kissed him lightly before wringing water from the cloth and slowly beginning to clean his body.

With the initial spending of her pleasure she was more relaxed and her fingers moved over him in a light caress of his flesh. She continued to clean him until not a trace of sweat or his release was left on his skin and then she leaned over him, her tongue dancing out to tease and caress his skin. Small kittenish licks drifting across his neck and chest and working slowly down his belly. Deliberatly she skirted the base of his cock and continued those small licks over the tender flesh of the sac beneath it. Her fingers continued to caress where her tongue wasn't and dragged her nails over his skin.

"Mmmm I believe you said something about taking my pussy my Love."

 

[cgraven]

He smiled as she summoned the blow and water. Her hands more seductive, more pleasing than need be; if her only objective was to clean the Mage after their passionate joining. Each pass of the washcloth, each sensual caress renewed his passion for her, soon the wash cloth was replaced by her soft tantalizing fingertips caressing his skin. Again that impish smile of hers she leaned over him, her tongue dancing out to tease and caress his skin with small kittenish licks By the time his love lifted her eyes to his purring so seductively.

"Mmmm I believe you said something about taking my pussy my Love."

“Did I say that Orinda? Well the hour grows late and Calderon did tell you to make sure I got Some sleep tonight.”

The mage smiled as his love playfully beat him, her fists balled, her eyes burning with passion as where his. He swept her into his arms as she continued to struggle and tossed her on to the bed. He punched down beside her his hands pinning her wrist above her head and his lips brushed hers in a searing kiss. Sudden ly he rolled to his back drawing her body across his .

Well what are you waiting for my love?”

 

[caela]

“Did I say that Orinda, well the hour grows late and Calderon did tell you to make sure I got Some sleep tonight.”

Laughing they playfully struggled together before suddely he rolled and pulled her across his body. Her violet eyes nearly as black as his own with the passion filling her body for him as she straddled his hips and looked down at him.

"Well what are you waiting for my love?”

"Well you know love, you're right, Calderon DID say you should get some sleep tonight," she said with an impish grin on her lips. She'd barely finished speaking however before she stared inching back and gently lined his cock head up with the opening of her eager body, "But I think I must take care of this first or you won't sleep well at all!"

Purring she slid down his length until he was nestled fully inside the slick, warm tunnel that clung tightly around him. She began to rock her hips in a slow rhythem that kept his deep but still dragged those inviting muscles against his cock. "Mmmm why can't I just keep you inside me forever?"

 

[cgraven]

Purring she slid down his length until he was nestled fully inside the slick, warm tunnel that clung tightly around him. She began to rock her hips in a slow rhythm that kept his deep but still dragged those inviting muscles against his cock. "Mmmm why can't I just keep you inside me forever?"

No other woman through out his long life could touch him stir his darkest passions , of his most tender emotions than this sweet young human maiden that now straddled him her impish eyes both teasing and pleading with him at the same time. He felt her dark passions her tender love, the life that they had both created as muscled pulsed and rippled over his cock buried deep with in her cunt. His hands cupped her face as her drew her lips down to his and kissed his love with all the passion and tender love that filled every fiber of his being. She made him complete as no other could or ever had.

He took her then. It was not as tender as on the night that their child was conceived, nor was it as violent as when their darkest passions had consumed them. Its was however all his love but darkly passionate and touchingly tender at the same time.

When they at last lay spent, exhausted resting in the loving security of each others arms her head resting on his chest. he kissed the crown of her head.

“What must our child think of us my love?”

 

[caela]

When they at last lay spent, exhausted resting in the loving security of each others arms her head resting on his chest. he kissed the crown of her head. “What must our child think of us my love?”

Grinning at his question she remembered Kalliope's advice from earlier in the day and realized that she hadn't had the chance to tell him about it. Taking his hand she rolled off his stomach and curled against his side. Gently she placed his hand on her lower belly above where Kalliope grew and was nurtured within her.

"Open your mind to her and ask love."

She couldn't help laughing at the startled look in his eyes at her words. It was almost as priceless as the tender loving that had created their child. Almost. And she couldn't help but wonder how many more times she would see it as Kalliope grew. Finally she stopped chuckling and murmured, "She's concious love, she spoke to me to calm me during the Council meeting, I'm sure she'd be glad to speak to her Daddy as well."

 

[cgraven]

Arawn his hand resting on his love’s belly where their child nestled, he open his mind to her Shhhh, Mommy. Stop worrying. If you let your fear overwhelm you, you will make mistakes.

How Kalliope’s voice in his mind was so like another young shy girl he once knew by the name of Phedre. So curious so eager to learn to experience all and so many questions all flowing at once. Yet as his fingers rested there, he also felt the wisdom of the Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee his race of which he was the last. Truly Kalliope was of both of them a rare child indeed. And both his surprise and pleasure shown on his face

He wonder if she posses the living magic that was an integral part of the Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee, he let the child slip into his mind so she could ask what she desired of him and let the questions he could not find words for form for Kalliope to see.

 

[caela]

Orinda smiled as she watched a glazed look cover Arawn's eyes and knew he had allowed Kalliope into his mind. She also knew that if she had opened her own mind that she would be able to hear their conversation because, for now, Kalliope was an integral part of her own body and all of her childs thoughts and emotions flowed through her. She kept her mind shut giving them the privacy to speak of what they would. She knew Kalliope would have questions that only Arawn could answer and she wanted Arawn to carry this sweet memory with him as he went out on his mission on the morrow.

Contentedly she curled closer against Arawn's side and pressed her hand over his own on her stomach. Moving the fingers of her free hand she conjured a blanket over them and rested her head on his chest. Her heart sending soft waves of love to her unborn child and her mate.

 

[cgraven]

Contentedly she curled closer against Arawn's side and pressed her hand over his own on her stomach. Moving the fingers of her free hand she conjured a blanket over them and rested her head on his chest. Her heart sending soft waves of love to her unborn child and her mate.


Wrapped in the soft blanket of Orinda and Kalliope’s love he could feel their hearts beat in unison and his own soon fell in to the same rhythm, He surrendered slowly to the need for sleep as he whispered to Kalliope.

My beloved daughter you are the first child of the Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee in over a hundred millenniums. Care for your mother, give her the knowledge and support she will need in the coming days, as I know she will you. Know always that your father loves you and would willingly walk through hell to keep you and she safe.

The hour before dawn came all to soon. War Hammer and Prince Calderon where impolite prompt. The gruff Dwarf’s eyes where red rimmed and his manner as brisk as ever. There was a rye teasing smile on Calderon’s lips.

“ Good Morn Lady Orinda, and Master Arawn. It seems our fried here rest was short lived I think, too much ale……………..”

The Elvin Prince’s rye smile broadened as he continued.


……..And it seemed a little Hellcat screams kept him up most of the night.

Neither of their early morning visitors seemed the least surprise at the couple lay together in each others arms or the wild disarray of Orinda’s dark raven hair.

“I do seem to recall now that you mention it Lord Prince, that there did seem to be a little Hellcat in heat last night.”

The mage kissed the tip of his loves noses as her cheeks flushed crimson.

The meeting was short and to the point. Calderon agreed with Arawn that despite her youth and inexperience that Orinda should indeed command the felt wing. Warhammer grumbled as he went to stir his troops from there sleep or what little they had gotten. He stopped just before he left, the tent flap still in his hand.

“You know Lady Orinda I wish I had a little hellcat by my side last night as well.”

There was a wistful smile on his rugged face and he bowed low. Then grumbling he left his voice booming as he rose his troops and half the camp as well.

“My love I fear I must close my mind to yours. We must for all our attention must be focused on or missions.”

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Their farewell kiss still warm on his lips Arawn closed his mind to his love, as Noir did the same to D’Lation. For if they felt their loves mind’s touch or felt the pain of a wound or worst their own mission could fail and cost the battle. They had explained this all, yet it did not easy the pain of their lonely separation.

 

[caela]

Their farewell kiss still warm on his lips Arawn closed his mind to his love, as Noir did the same to D’Lation. For if they felt their loves mind’s touch or felt the pain of a wound or worst their own mission could fail and cost the battle. They had explained this all, yet it did not easy the pain of their lonely separation.

Orinda's fingers touched her lips as Arawn and Noir lifted into the sky, as if she was trying to hold the warmth of that kiss to them. She could the warming comfort her daughter radiated to her and D'Lation came up behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist and holding her close against his chest. They watched together as their mates flew away into the last dim light of the night and tears glimmered on both their cheeks at the seperation from them.

Orinda hadn't realized just how much she had come to take for granted the touch of Arawn's mind on hers and now without it, she felt an emptiness where he should be. She felt a gentle caress to her mind and knew it was D'Lation reaching out to her and she reached back, each of them opening their minds to each other as they usually only did in flight and taking comfort in it.

A small smile tugged at her lips when D'Lation realized that the waves of comfort he felt came from Kalliope and not Orinda. "S-she's concious? Already? Isn't it early?"

Orinda simply shrugged gently. "For a human child yes I think it would be, but Arawn isn't human D'Lation, he's Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee and he didn't say anything about it being odd last night when he spoke with her. He was surprised though."

D'Lation's hands rand down to where Orinda's flat belly would in just a few months swell as Kalliope grew. "She'll be beautiful and wise and I can feel the magic in her already. Arawn will have much to teach this one that is for certain."

As dawn approached they spoke of Kalliope, Arawn, and Noir until finally Calderon returned. "Lady Orinda, it is time for you to don your armor and take command of your wing."

 

[cgraven]

As dawn approached they spoke of Kalliope, Arawn, and Noir until finally Calderon returned. "Lady Orinda, it is time for you to don your armor and take command of your wing."

The army was arrayed on the plains of Clan more in three great columns. MacTar at the head of the center column waiting for Orinda to take her place at the head of the left hand column. His orders that morning where simple and clear they would march the ten leagues to the mouth of the pass of Long Strife. He would lead his force in, when he made contact with the Demon hordes leading units he would engage, appear to panic and then fall back as if in rout, out on to the plains of Clanmore, hopefully drawing the horde head long in a frenzied attack to wipe his force out.

Te right and left wings where to hold in the concealment of the foot hills and when the enemy was clear of the pass and could taste victory they where to strike flanks like the horns of a wild highland steer.

“I know the plan is deceptively simple but the more complex the plan the greater the danger of failure. Hope fully Lord Arawn’s forces will have drawn off the aerial demons.”

Typical of the brash High Lord of Clamore he had taken the most dangerous assignment. The battle developed as MacTar had envisioned, just as Orinda was about to give the order to strike Kalliope whispered.

Mummy remember D’or.

The right wig attacked as planed the demons redeployed to meet the threat, presenting the rear of their army to Orinda’s force.

My Lady Orinda we must attack now.”

Prince Calderon pressed. Just then D’or and three Chrommatic dragons swooped o attack Mac Tar.

“Attack”

Was it Orinda, Prince Calderon or Kalliope that had given the order was not sure but the left wing struck the flank of D’or force and the rear of the demon horde.

 

[caela]

“Attack”

Orinda could feel the tension running through D'Lation as they swooped down on the rear of the demon throng. She could feel him yearning to attack D'or and as much as she wished to let him she knew the time wasn't right.

D'Lation, let him wear himself out as much as we can. The less energy he has when we have to face him the better for us. D'Lation listened but not until after reminding her that the time needed to wear D'or out was also time that would wear on them. Orinda knew he was right but the small voice in her head told her that attacking D'or now was asking to die.

She steered D'Lation away from D'or and toward the ranks of the demon hoard. Her magic and her sword flowed together striking whereever she could. The reigns she let loose and simply trusted D'Lation to fly her to her next target and soon her armor was black with demon blood.

The flew seamlessly with the elves around them, weaving in and out between them. If Arawn and Calderon had thought that they would be satisfied to lead from above where they could safely watch they had been mistaken. Together Orinda and D'Lation only drew up above their soldiers to see where the thickest fighting on the left flank was and dive for it.

Out of nowhere Kalliope's voice sounded in both their minds, Mommy, D'Lation...D'or is distracted, strike now while he isn't watching!

 

[cgraven]

If there is nothing so unsure as war, then battle was the proof. Battles are planed in detail, every contingency considered, until the plan is perfect, and that plan is useless as soon as the first blow is struck. Each commander how has to adjust to the ebb and flow of the battle, counter the moves of their adversary, to become to closely engaged is to, to lose the overall picture can lead to disaster.

Calderon saw Orinda and D’lation lead the charge. They where magnificent, she did not take the lure to attack D’or at the out set. But struck where the enemy at their weakest point, the rear. The demon horde was taken by surprise as Orinda their forces split as they lost all cohesion. At that critical moment MacTar struck with the full might of his force he pressed them back. Calderon sent a messenger to the right had squadron to attack D’or and his cohorts. And they fell before the mytherail bolts of the Elvin archers. D’or wheeled to reached for the sky as he gracefully pirouetted in the sky.

It was at that moment that Orinda and D’lation struck as the golden dragon paused motionless for a split second. Orinda’s Lance drove to his heart his hellish scream echoing back from the mountain sides. Yet the dragon rider and her consort had flown into the line of the Elvin archers. D’Lation lurched then fell from the sky bearing his rider down to the earth below. Blackness enveloped Orinda as they hit the ground and the demons closed around her and the fallen D’Lation.

Orinda Maid of Living fire was taken prisoner.

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The faint had worked as plan as soon as the demons came to abort the rescue of the Dragon Council They gave way till Warhammer struck and routed the demons. At a terrible cost to the denizens of Hell.

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Arawn stood on a country lane, which wandered a cross the broad plain of Clanmore the lane wandered towards the distant purple mountains and the pass of Long Strife. His cloak spattered with mud, the carnage of the recent battle laid strewn across that blood soaked plain. The lifeless shape of a Brass dragon lay fallen from the sky, The Lady Noir clutching at D’Lation, her body prone across her love as she wept bitterly. The Orinda 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.”

Arawn’s dream had become frighteningly real. As Dagda the little old man hobbled forward. He touched D’Lation with the small end of his staff, and the Brass Dragon’s great chest began to rise and fall as life flowed back into him. There was an awed hush from all those that saw it.

“Be at peace and trust in love mage, child of Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee, your love is in hell yet your daughter lies safe in the arms of Selene till Orinda is safe again. No Kalliope still live but is not in hell.

The dark Mage drew his sword and took of his shield. He materialized on the first level of hell and started to fight his way down to the sixth level where the demon Seth held his love prisoner.

 

[caela]

Blackness enveloped Orinda as they hit the ground and the demons closed around her and the fallen D’Lation.

Orinda drifted in blackness, she didn't know for how long until a bright shining lightly seemed to envelope her. She shouldn't have been able to look into it but she could and as she did she saw Selene coming toward her with her hand outstretched. "It seems Orinda that your daughter must once more be laid in my care. Will you allow me to take and watch over her until she can safely be returned to you?"

Though the words were gently spoken they tore at Orinda's heart and tears rolled down her cheeks. Nodding slowly she reached out her hand to touch Selene's and felt a sudden emptiness where Kalliope had been. Looking to the goddess she saw the other woman's hands covering her own stomach and would have wailed for the loss of her daughter if Selene's finger hadn't touched her lips.

"Your body is even now being carried to Hell Orinda. When Arawn frees you I will give Kalliope back into your keeping and for now I will keep her far out of the reach of the demons who hold you."

All Orinda could do is nod and slowly the vision faded and conciousness returned. She woke to find herself in an oppulant bedroom, her armor taken and replaced with a sheer silk robe that left nothing of her body hidden. Growling softly she started upright only to have herself jerked back against the bed she was laid out on by the chains at her wrists. The sound of them rattling against the bed drew the attention of the demon gaurding the door who quickly scurried off to get Seth.

It wasn't long before the Demon appeared before her, his eyes gazing down on her while her own glared up at him. "So you've decided to wake at last have you my pretty little toy? I was beginning to think you might stay unconcious forever."

 

[cgraven]

It wasn't long before the Demon appeared before her, his eyes gazing down on her while her own glared up at him. "So you've decided to wake at last have you my pretty little toy? I was beginning to think you might stay unconscious forever."

Seth only smiled as his little toy strained at the golden chains that held her wrist captive, her delicate hands balling into tight fists in frustration. He loved the subtlety of the sheer gossamer robe that hid nothing of her charms but only accentuated them.

“Try to summon your magic, check the wards that had guarded your body from me.”

The demon paused then howled with hellish laughter.

“A poor toy it seems you are now devoid of even your magic, and are just the helpless slip of a girl once more.”

One claw of his hand slowly rent open her silken gown baring Orinda’s body to him.

“Once I offered you the world to bare my spawn girl and you rejected me,, now you shall and you will serve me for eternity with your body. Oh yes you and your kind have triumphed for the moment. And it is only fitting that Orinda Maid of the living fire will bare my spawn who will lay the world of man at my cloven hoofs.”

Seth knew well Orinda’s dark passions and he know used them against her. He howled with delight as her lush, fertile young body came alive. It took weeks till She was ready he stretched his body over hers his tentacles tormenting and thrilling her. His taloned hands spread her thighs as he prepared to take his prize.

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Arawn had fought to th depths of hell his body bloodied and torn till he stood before the iron door of the demon’s Lord chamber.

 

[caela]

Seth knew well Orinda’s dark passions and he know used them against her. He howled with delight as her lush, fertile young body came alive. It took weeks till She was ready he stretched his body over hers his tentacles tormenting and thrilling her. His taloned hands spread her thighs as he prepared to take his prize.

Orinda couldn't help it that her body responded, she tried to keep it from doing so and was more sucessful at times than others. As weeks passed she barely managed to keep from giving in to despair. He'd said that their forces had triumphed but she couldn't reach out to Arawn and the last she'd seen of D'Lation he was dying on a field. She didn't know if her Love lived or lied dead somewhere but her heart told her he was still alive in a small voice that sounded very much like it belonged to the daughter she had given into Selene's gaurding once more.

As her body writhed under the demon above her, her mind seemed to be on a total disconnect. It was almost like watching it happen to someone else through their eyes. As Seth prepared to claim her fully at last she hissed out at him defiantly, "I can't stop you from taking my body but beware the day you let these chains off my wrists Seth, I'll kill myself before I bear your spawn and if I can find a way to take you with me I will."

She didn't want to die, she wanted to be safe at home in Arawn's arms and her every waking moment was one long prayer that even now he was fighting his way to her. More than once she tried to summon her magic despite Seth's words and would growl in frustration when even the simplest wardings of her own body wouldn't work. It had taken time but she'd finally realized there were exceptionally strong wardings on the chains binding her that kept her from doing so...and no way to slip from them.

On Seth's first thrust into her body she screamed out now in pleasure but in all the agony that filled her heart and mind, the sound wrenching like a banshee's cry from the very depths of her heart. "Aaaarrrrrrrrraaawwwwwnnnnn!!!"

 

[cgraven]

On Seth's first thrust into her body she screamed out now in pleasure but in all the agony that filled her heart and mind, the sound wrenching like a banshee's cry from the very depths of her heart. "Aaaarrrrrrrrraaawwwwwnnnnn!!!"

The Demon Lord felt his toy’s supple body yeild as he trust into his prize, The tight grip of her cunt as he plowed into her. His cock growing and expanding to fill the chained beauty The words that she had spat at him where brave, but she was no longer the powerful maid that soared with dragons. Each time that she desperately tried to call froth her magic, to set the wards that would thwart the demon lord Seth’s plans he grew stronger, his possession of her struggling body more complete as he feed on it, searching every fiber of her young being for her soul so that he might consume it as well as her physical form. What Orinda did not understand in her torment was that it was not the golden chains that bound her slender wrist that robbed her of her power but the very crystalline structure of the demon lord’s chamber.

Arawn

The name that his luscious little toy ragged scream, as he claimed her body, as if it was some kind of talisman, enraged Seth. A tentacle slithered into her “O” ed lips even before that hated name could fades from those soft before ripe lips, to rape her mouth and throat to silence her. Another forced its way into the girl’s tight ass, as other lashed her body.

Seth howled in triumph as Orinda’s body surrender to an unwanted orgasm, and in that moment of vulnerability he flooded her fertile womb with his demon seed, and felt his spawn takes root there and begin to grow.

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"Aaaarrrrrrrrraaawwwwwnnnnn!!!"

His love’s ragged cry tore at the dark mage’s heart. He could hear the agony, in her scream. Yet in her moment of defeat Orinda’s ragged scream set in motion the means of her rescue as the crystalline chamber began to resonate with it.

Arawn struck the wall of the chamber with the pommel of his sword, as the lesser demons cringed with the purity of his love’s plea. His sword plunged in to the Demon Lord’s Seth back even as he howled in his triumph., his life ebbing from his body as the seed of his spawn began to grow in the young maid’s womb.

Arawn’s pushed Seth’s dead body from his love, the demon’s tentacles withering, shrinking as his life faded. The mage’s sword flashed twice and severed the golden chains that bound his love. Orinda was in his arms as he called forth his magic in a blinding rush of the purest brilliant white light filling them with its power body and soul.

The scene shifted and once more Orinda found her self in the lonely black tower on the mountain and safely in her lover’s arms.

 

[caela]

Seth howled in triumph as Orinda’s body surrender to an unwanted orgasm, and in that moment of vulnerability he flooded her fertile womb with his demon seed, and felt his spawn takes root there and begin to grow.

Tears slid down Orinda's cheeks as the demon howled above her and felt his spawn take root within her. A calm filled her mind as it did for she knew if Arawn didn't come for her soon she'd be dead. She'd spoken truly when she told Seth she would allow herself to dies before bearing his seed for him and while the demon had just grinned at her boldness he seemed to forget that it wasn't all that uncommon for humans to will their own deaths.

Her thoughts were stolen as pain and pleasure erupted through her in an orgasm that tore at her heart as much as her body. Suddenly the world around her shattered into violence and blood as Arawn appeared and plunged his sword into the demon. Without a thought she flew into his arms and curled against him tightly, her arms clinging to him even once they appeared back in the tower.

Holding tightly to him soft sobs wracked her body and a million questions filled her mind all at once. How had he gotten to her? Was D'Lation all right? Was Noir? How did she rid herself of the demon she could still feel inside of her?But over it all was the deep wash of her love for him and her joy in simply being in his arms once more.

 

[cgraven]

Holding tightly to him soft sobs wracked her body and a million questions filled her mind all at once. How had he gotten to her? Was D'Lation all right? Was Noir? How did she rid herself of the demon she could still feel inside of her? But over it all was the deep wash of her love for him and her joy in simply being in his arms once more.

Arawn let Orinda’s love form him fill him even as he kissed away her tears, and his love for her fill her. His mind reached out to gently touch hers. Always so many questions asked at once my love.

“Yes, D’Lation is fine and no worst the wear for his death and resurrection. Noir and he are both here now my love.”

The mage let her see the truth of his words. The Dragon lovers came to her and let their love wash over Orinda as Arawn’s did. He felt her joy, and then the sadness of her lose all at once.

“ As for the life that grows within you love reach out with your magic touch it, do not fear my love but trust me. “

The mage paused as he could fell her reluctances to do so, afraid of what she might find growing with in her.

“Orinda trust in love remember appearances can be deceiving.”

The words of Dagda that he had shown her from his dream the night that their daughter was conceived came back to her slowly. The mage felt his love pick up her mantel of magic again as she reached out tentatively.

 

[caela]

“Orinda trust in love remember appearances can be deceiving.”

Held cradled in Arawn's arms and buffered by the love she felt all around her she slowly reached out with her mind to touch her womb and suddenly her world exploded in joy as a famliar sweet voice cried out in her mind, It's about time Mommy!

"K-Kalliope?" She grinned up at Arawn and at Noir and D'Lation as well and suddenly everything around her seemed right again. Hugging everyone tightly and presses kisses to the dragon's cheeks she then curled back into Arawn's arms once more. She was home and her family was safe. Her hands rested lovingly over her stomach over the child she loved so well.

Mommy, tell Auntie Noir I said it's time to stop keeping secrets. Kalliope's voice whispered inside of her head with an edge of excitement to it that made Orinda grin.

"Noir, my daughter seems to think you are keeping a secret from us and says it's time to tell it."

Orinda couldn't help but laugh softly at the look of surprise on the other woman's face as well as her muttering about children knowing more than was good for them. Without saying a word though Noir just smiled and opened herself to Arawn and Orinda, letting them see, through her mind, the eggs maturing within her.

Orinda squealed with glee and flew from Arawn's arms to embrace her friend. "That's wonderful! Why didn't you tell us?"

Noir laughs softly and pointed at Arawn, "Because I know my rider and if he'd known he'd have been worrying about me while we fought instead of doing what needed to be done."

 

[cgraven]

Orinda squealed with glee and flew from Arawn's arms to embrace her friend. "That's wonderful! Why didn't you tell us?"

"Because I know my rider and if he'd known he'd have been worrying about me while we fought instead of doing what needed to be done."

Noir laughed softly as her friend embraced her. Then assuming a mock look of seriousness .

“Orinda I fear your daughter has too much of the Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee in her and the second sight. I fear you will have your hand filled with that precocious young lady.”

Arawn and D’Lation could just stand there as their loves cooed at each other about the new lives that they carried.

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As the life grew within Orinda and Noir the landscape around the tower began to change. Gone where the barren jagged mountains devoid of life, gone where the rivers of living fire, and in there place was the wild untamed beauty of a world reborn, teaming with new life.

When the time of their pregnancies drew to a close, and under the watching eye of the pale moon, Orinda gave birth to Kalliope, and the lady Noir to a azure drake.

 

[caela]

As the life grew within Orinda and Noir the landscape around the tower began to change. Gone where the barren jagged mountains devoid of life, gone where the rivers of living fire, and in there place was the wild untamed beauty of a world reborn, teaming with new life.

It was as if the world changed in preperation for the birth of Kalliope and drake that Noir carried. Blankets of fresh grass and rivers of pure clear water appeared for them to play in and on the mountain tops forests sprang into being almost overnight. It made Noir and Orinda smile as they savored the changes around the Tower.

As the months of their prenancies passed the two women grew closer and often knew what the other was thinking or about to say before it was said. The men watched quietly and could only wonder at the joys and trials that a pregnant mate could bring.There was of course the joy of speaking with their children but the women themselves could be a trial with their late night cravings, the odd hours they suddenly kept and the emotional mood swings driving D'Lation and Arawn crazy. Orinda and Noir would just laugh at the baffled looks that were often on the mens faces.

When the time of their pregnancies drew to a close, and under the watching eye of the pale moon, Orinda gave birth to Kalliope, and the lady Noir to a azure drake.

Cooing softly over their children neither woman really wanted to hand them over to their father's but they did and allowed the men to be filled with the joy that filled them. All four were filled with joy and love, and if Orinda felt a small twinge of sadness at the knowledge that her daughter and her Love would long outlive her she kept it buried far out of reach of anyone but herself.

 

[cgraven]

Arawn and D’Lation watched quietly and could only wonder at the joys and trials that a pregnant mate could bring. It seemed strange to them that despite the trials of War and the Demon Horde that they had met and triumphed over, they where helpless as babes in the woods when it came to their mates nocturnal cravings.

Cooing softly over their children neither woman really wanted to hand them over to their father's but they did and allowed the men to be filled with the joy that filled them.

The pride that shown in The Mages eyes when he took Kalliope into his hands for the first time filled him with a joy he had never known. He could only smile as the young drake took wing and darted and nipped at D’Lation’s ears, or the pride on that night in the chapel, so much the focal point of all the changes in Orinda’s young life, When the Lord of the Brass Dragons presented his son for his naming.

The Lady Noir seemed to go into a deep trance her body becoming ethereal. Slowly she spoke a name.

“Aviver D’lation,”

Burnished brass and so the young drake was, carrying both the aspects of his mother and father, in his azure scales.. Then Arawn presented his daughter and spoke the name she had chosen fro herself before birth.

It was late that same night as Orinda lay cured to his side as their daughter slept in her crib by their bed. That he brushed his love lips with the softest of kisses.

“ My love I have seen the sorrow in your heart and the demon that haunts you.”

He let her see her own tortured thoughts, The twinge of sadness at the knowledge that her daughter and her Love would long outlive her she kept it buried far out of reach of anyone but herself.

“Why have you not spoken to me of this?”

He paused as his dark fathomless eyes searched the soft violet depths of hers.

“Is it not common among men that when a man takes a woman as his mate she bears his name?”

His eyes smiled softly into hers.

“With the Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee it is different, when we take a mate and our first child is born and then named our mates become Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee, for it would be cruel for the father of the gods, Dagda to rob a child of either the love of their mother. Did you not feel the change tonight in the chaple?”

 

[caela]

“Why have you not spoken to me of this?” Orinda blushed slightly at the question. She'd thought she'd kept that small sorrow tucked neatly away and it appeared she hadn't. Looking up into his eyes she smiled softly, albeit a bit sadly. "I didn't want to mar the joy of Kalliope's birth with it love, and I figured that while I was shorter lived than you still I had many years in which we could prepare for it."

“Is it not common among men that when a man takes a woman as his mate she bears his name?” “With the Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee it is different, when we take a mate and our first child is born and then named our mates become Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee, for it would be cruel for the father of the gods, Dagda to rob a child of either the love of their mother. Did you not feel the change tonight in the chaple?”

She listened quietly and was startled at his words. Her eyes grew wide with wonder and she shook her head slowly. "No, I was too full of joy and pride at being able to hold Kalliope in my arms at last, and the pleasure of watching you hold her as well...I was too full tonight to feel anything else."

She thought slowly on what he said and still found it nearly impossible to fathom. "What exactly does being Tan-a-Dan-Nue-Wee mean my love?"