Naia's Revenge (closed)

[mirandavillere]

She had always been curious, it was part of being a servant of the Maiden. It was her role to be caught, and to bestow those that caught her with pleasure and fertility. Having received her blessings, they released her, and she went on her way, full of the magic that grew in her each time she was taken.

Until Wrall. She had known of evil before him, but it was a different kind. Before she had known the kind of brutal, violent evil that had no plan and simply destroyed and moved on. It was a part of the world, the way that she was, but Wrall was different. He wanted to control. Instead of taking her and recieving her blessing, he had called her and courted her and seduced her. And then he had chained her in this dungeon.

He had threatened to turn her over to his guards to use, which would have given her enough power to escape, but then there had been a messenger. The cell had been closed and she had been left alone. In the next room, she could hear a guard, sighing heavily. She leaned as far forward as she could, but she could not see him, so she whispered.

"Please, sir, will you come to the door that I might speak with you?"

She was chained to the cold, damp wall of the cell, with nothing to cover her lush figure except the golden hair that fell over her breasts. She crossed her thighs to cover her sex, hoping that the appearance of modesty might tempt the guard to take her, and by doing so, give her at least enough power to free herself.

 

[LordLuck]

"Eh?"

The man cried to her, cursing in a low tone. She had scared him. Rolf had been so concentrated on trying to sleep that her sudden plead had taken the man by complete surprise. Slowly he stood up, choosign to allow that girl some of his precious time to waste with senseless questioning. Ah, well. Here we go again.

Every prisioner would call him and beg for their lives, for freedom, complaining about how the world had been unfair with him/her. Some girls would even offer him some sensual caresses and even servicing should he bent, but Rolf had learn not to hear any of it. Wrall the Dread's fury was legendary, and in other cells were the other guards that had failed their Lord, rotting away and eaten by maggots.

"What do you want, girl?", he asked roughly, spitting over the floor just inches of her.

 

[mirandavillere]

She flinched back as he spit at her, shocked at the ugliness of the gesture. He was a weak-looking sort, small and fat. She, on the other hand, was the living embodiment of sensual desire. She was chained and helpless, but he wasn't even looking at her.

"Please," she purred softly, and she rattled the chains, to remind him. "I have an itch, but I can't move. Please won't you help me? It's driving me crazy."

She looked at him, intently, willing him to look up at her. A man like that shouldn't be able to resist her. Not for long.

 

[LordLuck]

"An itch?? Seriously?"

Rolf took a hand to scratch at his backside, using it to adjust his manhood shamelessly before the cell's iron bars. He had finally taken notice of the sensual, luscious woman that stood simply naked on his cells. He had never seen such beauty, such flawless perfection; lest would imagine that someone as pretty as her would end up in this place. That at least intrigued him... and had his manhood stirr into his pants.

Slowly, Rolf took one key to unlock the cell's door, and walked in, locking it behind him. He approached cautiously, in order to overpower the beautiful woman should she get violent.

"...Why are you here?", his curiosity even more arousing than the sight of her.

 

[mirandavillere]

She arched her body away from the wall, swaying as seductively as she could, with her wrists chained over her head. He seemed to be afraid still, though he had come into the cell.

"He wants to use me," she whispered. "I am a daughter of the goddess, and those who have me ... sexually ... are blessed by her power. He meant to strengthen his soldiers by giving me to them, and letting them take that blessing." As she spoke, she swayed, making a sort of dance with her hips that suggested all sorts of possibilities.

"But before he could begin, he was called away," she said. "I don't know how long I will last, but I am told he has an army of thousands. I know you can't help me to escape. I would not ask that, but perhaps you could just help me be more comfortable until they come for me?"

 

[LordLuck]

Mesmerized by the woman's movings hips, Rolf stared down at her waist with more than a little interest. Indeed, the man was surely growing ever more interested into Naia's intriguing suggestions... and perhaps it would be worth it for the poor man.

"Ye mean that The Dread would have every little one of us lay with you, girl? That old bastard grow sicker at every week...", he sniffed, cleanign his nose against the back of his forearm, his words almost giving somewhat confort or even revealing the guard's position into all of this.

"What do you wish? What can I do to make ye more confortable, girl?"

 

[mirandavillere]

She pulled against the chains holding her wrists as if she was trying to escape. It was just a show, though. The guard would see she was helpless, and the struggle would make her breasts shake and bounce. She gave a frustrated sigh and looked up at him, as helpless and vulnerable as a newborn kitten.

"I have this itch on my leg, sir," she whined. "Please, can't you just scratch it for me? It's awful, sir. Then ... then you could do whatever you wanted. It's what will happen to me anyway."

Her hips wriggled at the end, as if she was desperate. She was, really, though she would never have confessed it to this evil, filthy man. She was a servant of the goddess of lust, after all, and sex was her strength and her pleasure. She needed it in a way that mortals could not understand, like water. In desperation, even a wretched creature like this was nearly enough to make her pant with desire.

 

[LordLuck]

Rolf could not believe his luck. Such a gorgeous woman, begging for him to lay a hand above her flawless, untarnished skin. Well, perhaps the gods had decided to bless him, for once. The man slowly approached her, laying a hand over her chin and dragging her entire frame closer. His eyes widened to watch her ample breasts, as his other hand lowered towards his belt.

"An itch? I see...", he said as he took his face closer to her. She could now see his yellow teeth, the horrible smell of his breath coming from a decadent smile over the man's face. "Say... anything? Really?"

She would surely notice the tremendous bulge growing within the guard's pants. Perhaps he could be of use to her in many, many ways...

"Tell me then, Lady... where should I scratch?"

 

[mirandavillere]

She looked down and saw his arousal and she bit her lip. She let her eyes linger on it for a moment as she squeezed her thighs together and rocked her hips side to side, making her body tremble with pleasure. Her voice came out soft, and not a little breathless.

"My back," she whispered.

She could have turned, despite the chains, but instead she arched her back even further, pushing her breasts up and inviting him to reach around her. She took another deep breath that lifted her breasts higher still and looked into his eyes, pleading and promising with a gaze that had broken the will of devout celibates and devoted husbands.

"Please," she sighed. "I need it."

 

[LordLuck]

"Very well..."

The man reached for her body with his filthy, dusty hands. They were large and callous, crusty from the handings of the tools for a field. Before the rise of the Dark One, this man had been a happy, humble and ignorant peasant who tended to his crops. Now... he would have her. As a release, perhaps.

"I shall do it... should you do something fer me in return."

His hands slid against her flanks, his eyes completely bound to her busts, glittering at her heavy breasts. She was a creature of wonder and legend, and Rolf would only once have the pleasure of laying a hand above her. Would she play along?

 

[mirandavillere]

She whimpered as his hands gripped her, feeling his excitement and her own growing in response to it. Her body pulled towards his and she let out a sigh of frustration as the chains held her back, forcing her to wait passively for him to gather his courage. She stretched a leg out, hooking a heel around his thigh and pulling him closer, her pussy lips flashing between her legs, dark red with desire and glistening with her honey.

"Anything you want," she whispered. "How can I refuse you?"

 

[LordLuck]

Rolf allowed himself to close on the woman. He could see how she needed a man, her desperate wantom even choosing him as one eligible mate. He was not lost on how he would never get to such a beautiful woman's arms in any other way. Smiling to his luck, he slid his hands against her back, his long nails scratching carefully against her skin, just above her generous backside.

Sniffing at her, the jailer found out she was well-scented as if always bathed on the very best of perfumes. Was it the scent of her arousal? Perhaps, but he could not know. Maybe she was just another noblewoman, taken to the personal pleasure of the Dread.

 

[mirandavillere]

She moaned with pleasure at his touch, as he reached around her and began to caress her. It didn't matter that he was a foul, fat peasant that someone had been fool enough to give a weapon and a little bit of authority. It didn't matter that his hands groped her with all the skill and finesse of a rock. He had what she needed. The goddess bestowed her blessings on all men equally, and her servant gained as much strength from fucking a grimy beast like this as she would any paragon of masculinity.

"That's it," she whispered. "Just a little lower...."

 

[LordLuck]

"Like this?"

Rolf's inable hands suddenly lowered enough to grab at her buttocks lustfully, his tonge licking his lips in expectation as he kneaded on the flesh of her backside, playing with her and ocasionally slapping her behind. It was surely a work of wonder that this woman would allow him to touch her like that!

His instincts had been taken to the most base of levels as he neglected the certain fury that The Dread would display should he learn that he, a mere guard, was touching a prized capture.

 

[mirandavillere]

She squirmed as his hands groped roughly at her round ass cheeks, moaning and giggling as she let her body rub against his. The look of lust in his eyes was growing with every squeeze and slap of her tender flesh, and she was on fire herself. Ever since she had been captured and chained here, the enforced chastity had been like a thirst she could not quench. As crude as he was, this man was water in the desert, and the perfume of her lust was almost enough to overpower the reek of his filthy uniform.

 

[LordLuck]

Rolf kept touching her greedily, his rough, filthy hands rubbing against her soft skin with more than a little wantom, his caresses turning to heavy petting as his fingers scratched against her fair, spotless surface.

"I love Ladies that like to have some fun..."

He moaned as his hands slowly came up to her manacles. Out of the blue his fingers had produced a small key, with wich he started to unleash her. The rough iron had marked a little against her wrists, but that was the least of his interests right now...

"I already like you, Lady."

 

[mirandavillere]

She gasped as his touches got more and more intimate, opening herself to him a little at a time, and watching his hunger overwhelm his caution. Even she was surprised, though, when he reached up to unlock her wrists. She almost held her breath, but then she let out a soft moan, encouraging him. As her wrists were released, she reached down to open his belt.

"and I like you, kind Sir," she purred is his ear.

 

[LordLuck]

Smiling smuggly as if he knew exactly what he was doing - and if her moves were so commonplace when about women approached him, the guard took his hand to grab kindly at her wrist, as if preventing her from laying her eyes above his manhood yet.

"Not yet, Lady... let me... appreciate your form. Yer gorgeous..."

He said as he took his other hand to her face, caressing her with it's back as he slowly slid it down her bust.

 

[mirandavillere]

She shivered as he caught her wrist. She had her freedom now, but she was still terribly weak, and there was only one way for her to replenish her power. For a moment, she feared this man was only toying with her, that he was going to bind her again, but the way he touched her, and stared at her told her he wanted her. He just wanted to take his time. That would have been fine, normally.
"What if he comes back?" she whispered. At her best, she didn't think she'd stand a chance against this man's Master. Not alone. She would need allies, and power, and time. "Is there somewhere safe we can go?"

 

[LordLuck]

"Ah, Lady... no one would come down here this late... well, nobody after you was brough in."

He said as he closed into the luscious woman, his hand bringing her hair to his face as he took a deep sniff of her divine scent. Ahhh... a creature of singular beauty, in every way. What had he done for her to be so... willing to part her legs for him?

"And it would hardly be proper for such a woman like you wander around.... naked."

His hands now were at her bust, touching and kneading against her breasts shamelessly. Rolf had prayed for a woman like this every night of his life, and some depraved entity had brough her to his embrace.

 

[mirandavillere]

Nothing would be more proper than for her to wander naked, she thought, but she knew better that to say so. He was obviously ignorant of what she was, either uninformed or unwilling to accept what she had whispered to him. It didn't matter, though. She didn't need him to believe in what she was for the magic to work.
She arched her back as his grubby fingers groped at her breasts and moaned softly, squirming her body to egg him on.

 

[LordLuck]

Quickly growing inebriated by the creature's touch and presence, Rolf was quick to become a complete thrall to her; one that would surrender all and anything for the merest of caresses and compliments. He wished her, in so many ways further than mere sensual desire.

"Now, Lady... if you please..."

He whispered to her as he lead her hand against his groin's buckles. The hardness inside was surely evident, although to a praticant of constant fertility rites, it was way less than the impressive girths the chosen bore.

 

[mirandavillere]

She smiled at him as she opened his belt. This was what she needed, she thought, and she slipped her hand into his trousers, fishing out his cock. She licked her lips as she squeezed it, feeling it twitch in her fist, and she tugged it gently. The cell was too small and the floor too filthy for her to lay back, but she worried that she might lose his cum if she delayed for longer.
Rather than risk that, she sank to her knees and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Her big eyes looked up at him as she teased the tip with her tongue.

 

[LordLuck]

Her promptness to fall - mouth first - against his hard member was completely overtaking. Rolf was surprised by her eagerness, but should he be? After all, this Lady had been most eager to shower him in her caresses since she had first directed her speech to him. Not many Ladies would come to be so lustful as to accept a mere, humble guard's hands.

Suddenly, the though that she could have been doing this to that bastard, the Prison Warden, crossed the back of his eyes - and Rolf knew he had been blessed with good luck. Enjoying her almost professional lips around his thickness, he laid both his hands over her hair, his eyes closed in a whisper of sensual delight.