The Coming Darkness - closed for JadeKnight

He smiled as he admired her in the flickering firelight, enjoying what he saw. Though she tried to cover herself, he could tell she was beautiful. He gave a little smile when she spoke of having never been with a man. Though her words were incomplete, he understood what she meant.

"Don't worry, I shall be gentle. Though you may feel some discomfort, it will go away."

He moved closer to her, tilting her chin up. He pressed his lips against hers gently for a moment, enjoying the softness of her lips. He broke the kiss gently, his fingers moving gently down along the curve of her slender neck.

Both of his hands went to her shoulders, exploring slowly as he moved around behind her. His fingers trailed slowly down her arms to her hands, his fingers entwining with his. He kissed her shoulder softly for a moment as he whispered.

"No need to be shy."

He gently moved her hands to her stomach, leaving them there as his hands moved back up along her arms. His fingers moved gently along the top of her chest before moving down over her breasts, squeezing and kneading softly.
 
Selakir's breasts rose and fell with each rapid breath. Her body was tense as he drew closer. He lifted her chin and Selakir found herself looking up, into his eyes as his mouth found hers. He was surprisingly gentle.

Fingers brushed her neck and she shivered. As he moved behind her Selakir swallowed back her tears. He was touching her and while she feared what would come the way he was doing it caused a strange feeling to start in her stomach. She was trembling as his lips touched her shoulder and his hands moved hers away from her breasts.

Selakir held her breath as his hands moved over her breasts. She closed her eyes. His hands moved over her skin and despite herself, Selakir let out a very soft moan. On instinct her hands groped out for something to grab, to steady herself. They ended up on his thighs as she pressed back ever so gently against him.

The goddess, invisible, stood in a corner and watched as the man who would be a hero caressed the body of her priestess. She knew the elf was frightened but their chosen one was taking care to ease her fears. They would need this bond, this connection to face what was to come. They just didn't know or understand it fully, yet.
 
He could feel her trembling beneath his touch, feeling how nervous she was. He kissed her cheek lightly before whispering in her ear.

"It's ok. No need to be so nervous."

His fingers went to her nipples, gently rolling them between his fingers. He let one hand remain on her left breast, rolling and pinching her nipple softly as he kneaded the soft flesh with the rest of his hand. His other hand glided gently over her midsection, carresing back and forth over her soft skin.

He mmed as she pressed back against him, her hands on his thighs as she pressed against him. His cock was soon erect between them, pressing gently against her back. His hand continued to move down over her stomach, a finger grazing lightly against her clit before moving down to softly brush over her virgin folds.
 
He was kissing her, reassuring her. It was....tender. Selakir was at war with herself. Pure, untouched was what was expected as priestess. Bonded and connected to this man was expected by the gods. Warm with arousal was what she was as a woman.

Rough fingers found her nipples and extracted a soft mewl from the elf. It was rough or aggressive. Like the rest of his touches it seemed to be attempting to draw her arousal out. Her hands gripped his legs lightly in an attempt to stay upright as knees grew weak.

His was hard and pressed against her backside. The feeling heightened her own reaction. Fingers brushed the most intimate of places on her body and it felt as if a fire had been ignited in Selakir’s body.

She gasped. Her head went back against his shoulder, lolling just slightly to the side and exposing her neck to him. Her hair fell to the side as well. Her fingers dug into his legs and her body trembled with desire.

“I do not know what to do and I fear I cannot stand much longer. You...have left me weakened...” her voice was husky and soft.
 
As her neck was exposed, he kissed her soft flesh for a moment before biting gently. He soon lifted his head and whispered gently in her ear.

"You can lay down upon the fur. We wouldn't want you to fall and get hurt."

His fingertip found her clit, rolling it slowly back and forth beneath his touch. His other hand dipped over her virgin folds, stroking softly up and down them. It wasn't long before he gently pushed a finger into her virgin passage, licking his lips as he felt how tight she was. His finger gently stroked around inside her to help open her up more for him.
 
His fingers brushed, something. Selakir didn't know what he was doing exactly but she couldn't hold on much longer. She let out a strangled cry as his fingers moved over her and then slipped inside of her. She mewled, a noise that she had never made or heard in her life. Her hands gripped his legs tighter and her knees began to buckle.

Her body slowly slid downwards away from him. The elf was on her knees, panting. "What are you that you can cause such...feelings in me?" Her hair was around her face, obscuring her from view.

The goddess watched silently as the soon to be hero slowly laid claim to her priestess. It was sensual, almost torturous the way he was arousing the elf. It would ensure that the elf was his and his alone, of this the goddess was sure. Not only because the woman would be on an emotional level but because once they bonded the goddess had plans to ensure it was sealed. For now she was biding her time.
 
He hadn't quite expected the noise she made, but he was pleased by it. It showed her was giving her a small lead into the world of pleasure. His fingers slipped from her as she fell to her knees in front of him. His hands ended up sliding upwards along her body before resting on her shoulders. He gave a little grin for a moment.

"I am just the one who knows how to show you the ways of the world."

He dropped down behind her, his legs spreading out around her. He pulled her back against him gently, his shaft pressing into her back. He wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her gently. His other hand found her virgin folds once more. His thumb rolled her clit slowly in a circle as he slid a finger once more into her virgin depths. He slowly thrust his finger in and out of her silken passage, curling and uncurling his finger with each slow stroke as he went in as deep as he could.
 
Selakir felt as if her world was being upended. She was on her knees and now he was behind her. It was as if he was everywhere touching all of her. In reality he simply found a way to ignite every nerve in her body and she was overwhelmed.

He was behind her again. Pressing against her, holding her to him. Her head once more lolled to the side, resting against his shoulder. A strong arm now held her. Her knees were parted and his hand moved back down to touch her.

Her breathing was deep as his fingers slid into her once more. Selakir whimpered in helplessness as he slowly stroked her sex. His thumb was rubbing her clit and the sensations made it feel as if her body was building up to explode. She could think of no other way to describe it.

"Please...I....oh...no..." Her hips began to move of their own volition with his touches. Her climax was approaching though she did not know it to name it.
 
He smiled as he could feel her wiggling against his hand, her hips moving against them. He continued to stroke her clit in small circles with his thumb. He could feel her getting close as her walls began to squeeze tightly around his plunging finger.

"That's it..."

He smiled and lowered his head, kissing gently on her offered neck. He licked on her neck before biting gently on the soft skin. He couldn't wait to taste her and feel her wrapped around his shaft.
 
Selakir was scared but it felt so incredibly good. She held herself against him but was grateful that his arm was wrapped around her.

His mouth found her the skin of her neck. The lick sent a tingle through her body but is was the bite that sent her over the edge.

Selakir cried out as her orgasm crashed over her. Her body tensed. She let it move over her. Her head fell forward and she panted. Her thighs were wet with results of his touches.

"Magic?" She struggled to regain her breathing.

The goddess watched and as the elf climaxed she began to weave that which would bind them together.
 
He smiled feeling her cum for him, her juices coating his fingers. He shook his head gently for a moment, kissing the top of her head.

"No magic."

He thought for a moment on what to do next, lifting his fingers to his lips. He mmed softly as he licked them clean of her taste. Deciding on how to proceed next, he helped to get her into the next position.

He pushed her forward gently, making sure she was on her hands and knees in front of him on the soft fur. He lifted up behind her, pressing his tip lightly against her slick folds for a moment.

"There may be some pain, but it will go away."

He pressed into her gently before moaning a little as he began to sew saw back and forth at he slowly pushed deeper into her virgin passage.
 
She was slowly regaining her composure when he moved her. Selakir moved to her hands and knees but was not sure what was happening. She felt him, hard and ready at her opening.

"Oh...please...no...." She whimpered weakly. He warned of pain and she tensed, her whole body going rigid. It was good that she was wet and ready for him as he began to penetrate her.

Selakir's eyes went wide and she let out a pitiful moan. He was large, too large for her she feared. Hips moved and she could feel him delving deeper and deeper into her sensitive passage. In an effort to adjust her backside pushed backwards, the globes parting a little and her own body impaling her a little more on his cock. It was then that she cried out. The sharp, quick pain signalled she was no longer a virgin.

She hung her head a little. She was uncomfortable and yet, the move he moved the more pleasurable it began to feel.

Selakir moaned very softly.
 
He groaned as she pressed back to meet him, taking him into her more. He shivered at how tight she was around him, squeezing him so sweetly. Being bigger and longer than human males, he was able to penetrate deeper into her. WHen their hips met, he had pushed up into her womb, pressing against her cervix.

He took a deep breathe for a moment, his hands on her hips as he began to pull from her slowly. When he had only his tip inside her, he pushed back deeply into her once more. He soon began a slow and gentle rhythm of deep thrusts into her, moaning as he enjoyed taking her.

"Yes...so wonderful..."
 
He made a noise and it...aroused Selakir. Her lips parted and she moaned again, this time a little louder as he held her still and pulled out from her.

Not all the way. Selakir felt him perched just inside and she whimpered, longing for him to return. Surely he lied when he said it was not magic. What else could it be?

The slow, rhythmic thrusting was pleasurable. She liked the way it felt when he was all the way inside of her, pressing deep. It was strange yet...Selakir moaned each time he filled her. She could feel the tension building in her body again, yearning to peak and break. Her moans grew more insistent and she met his thrusts a little more urgently.

The goddess watched and continued to weave her magic. The outline of wings began to appear on the elf's back. The goddess would mark the elf as his but she wasn't done there.
 
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He shivered with pleasure as he continued to thrust in and out of her at the slow pace into her. It wasn't long before he picked up the pace a little, moaning louder. His wings began to spread behind him as well, his eyes closed as he enjoyed her.

He didn't noticed her new markings yet, nor didn't he notice a soft pulsing mark glowing on the back of his right hand. It had always been faded, the design barely noticable. However, it seemed that their mating was beginning to unlock the seal that was within him as well, reacting to the whim of the gods.
 
"Oh...." Selakir felt it building, stronger and more intense than when he was touching her. There was something about the way he filled her so completely, claimed her so thoroughly that stirred something deep within her.

She pushed back to meet him, her sex open and welcoming him in. Her juices were dripping down her thighs and coating him, helping him get as deep as possible into her body.

Her moans grew louder. Her fingers curled, gripping the furs.

The wings on her back filled in more until they looked like his, only in tattoo form.
 
The whole thing was pushing him quickly towards climax, much faster than he had ever done before. He did pick his pace up in response, moaning louder as well.

It wasn't long before he hit his climax, crying out her name as he drove hard and deeply into her. His cock swelled for a moment before his hot seed erupted into her open womb. At the same time, the mark on his right hand brightened for a moment as it was exposed.

This helped to unlock his power as another hard wave of pleasure was sent from him into her for a moment. He panted softly as he slowly opened his eyes, a little off-guard by the new experience.
 
Selakir screamed in pleasure. He was pulsing in her, deep within her. In response her body tensed, muscles pulsing around his cock.

She could not hold it in, she felt as if she might break apart or explode into tiny pieces. Her head tilted back and the room rippled with energy that radiated out from her. A nearby mirror cracked. A glass shattered.

The goddess pulled as if yanking on a thread. Her work, for now was done.

The elf collapsed to her elbows. The motion sending her hips back and her backside into him. Her body was hot, her thighs soaked.

Strangely, her back burned. Selakir frowned and turned her head. "By the goddess...what magic have you cast?" Her voice was soft and shaky. Her legs trembled. "I have never experienced anything such as that...I-"

She could still feel him inside of her. She moaned softly.
 
He groaned softly as she collapsed in front of him, pushing back against him. He just shook his head as he took a few moments to catch his breathe. His hand throbbed as he lifted it up, staring as the tattoo. His wings settled down behind for the time being.

"That wasn't my doing."

As he looked down at her, it was then he noticed her new 'wings'. He raised an eyebrow for a moment as he reached down with his other hand, a fingertip tracing around the edges. He shivered a little as he felt her shifting around him, nestled warmly with in. He made no effort to pull from her yet.
 
Selakir felt his fingers on her back tracing something there. The skin was tight and she frowned a little.

"The goddess....it had to be."

Her sex lightly clenched him as she shifted her hips once again. She closed her eyes and remembered the power she felt as her climax took her.

"Do follow any of the gods Draco?"

Selakir slowly pulled away from him and then eased back. Small movements but enjoyable enough to make her moan. What was happening to her? The elf had only just lost the barrier which made her pure and yet her body openly desired more from this man. She wanted to feel him deep and hard inside of her. She wanted to feel his hands on her skin and his mouth, his teeth on her skin.
 
He raised an eyebrow for a moment at her question, shaking his head. Both of his hands laid flat and gently on the designs on her back.

"No, I don't."

He moaned softly as she felt and watched her moving on his cock, giving him pleasure. His cock twitched a little inside her, slowly growing to full erection once more. An idea popped into his head, one that would only seem possible with a very high degree of magic.

His fingers began to gently move over her back, a soft white glow on his fingertips. It would feel as if a gentle warmth was moving along her body. He slowly ran over every bit of the wings, pulling them upwards as he turned them from a mere tattoo to real ones on her.

They were pure wing as he slowly pulled them upwards and outwards, moving them to three feet in length. They were feathery and soft, very much like a birds wings. Once he was finished, his hands went to her hips without a word as he began to slowly thrust in and out of her, driving deep with each thrust.
 
Selakir half smiled. He may change his mind soon... The thought was fleeting as warmth moved up her back. She gasped softly as her hips kept up their slow movements and her insides gently stroked and caressed his hardening cock.

The goddess smiled to herself as she watched the lovers. He was creative, she would give him that. The image, the dark and light wings...he could have no idea how spot on he was. Destiny was truly having its way with him.

As the wings were fully formed, Selakir groaned. She looked back and saw them, eyes wide in awe. Draco had resumed his slowly, deep thrusts. She closed her eyes and basked in the feeling of him penetrating so deeply that she could feel that he filled her completely. The pressure on her cervix told her he had no place else to go and that her womb was his to push against.

Selakir pulled away. She moved her body forward freeing her from his thick, hard cock. Her sex spasmed, yearning for him to fill her once more. Her arousal, thick and slick hung between from from her lips to the head of his cock.

She turned, wings flexing, to face him. The elf cocked her head, took his right hand and placed it on her cheek. The brand grew warm on his skin. She closed her eyes and nuzzled his palm. Her body pressed against him. Pale breasts against his chest. Hard, wet flesh against her thigh. Selakir shifted and his cock slipped between her wet thighs. She rubbed the slick lips of her sex along his length. The whole time she kept his hand on her cheek.
 
He raised an eyebrow for a moment as she pulled form him, but he didn't say anything yet. He just wondered what she was going to do.

His fingers caressed her cheeks softly as she laid it against her cheek for a moment. The warmth of the tattoo on his skin was different, but he didn't say away. As she remained facing him, he slipped his other arm around her waist before he closed the small distance between them, pressing his lips against hers gently.

He moaned softly as he felt the warmth of her sex against his, his hand sliding down over her ass. He gently applied pressure, moaning as he pushed her slowly and fully onto him. He broke the kiss after a moment, licking his lips.

"My beautiful elf."
 
Draco pulled her in. Selakir kisses him back with the gentle tentativeness of inexperience. He entered her once more and she moaned against his lips.

The goddess smiled as the man claimed her priestess in word and in body. She watched as the winged pair of light and dark joined together once more.

Selakir wrapped her arms around his neck, lifted herself enough to wrap her legs around his hips and let gravity impale her fully on his cock. Her fingers cling to his back and her face buried itself into his neck. The white wings slowly opened and closed. Her body lifted and settled back on him in gentle, slow motion, moving sex along his long, thick manhood.

Another watched though he could not see the coupling. No, he had watched the kidnapping and their arrival at a manor. A magical aura surrounded the place. He was staring into a pool of water trying to learn more about them as the large pool behind him spilled forth dark, twisted creatures. They moved off, doing his bidding. The pair, they were the key. The male was magic and of rare blood. The woman, the elf carried with her a power he could not yet identify. If he could get his hands on them, sacrifice them than the elder one would be born again in this world to rule in chaos and blood. If they found their power they could be his ruin. Halgurd was determined not to let that happen.
 
He moaned as she rolled up and down his length, taking him in fully. His fingers kneaded into her ass with one hand with the other hand moved up and down her spine slowly. He was loving every moment of this, feeling very lucky that he had found one so willing to be his.

He leaned his head forward on her exposed neck, biting down gently on the tender flesh. He mmed as his teeth gnawed lightly on her skin, his hips rolling upward to match her downward motion. His wings spread out and around them, but he allowed her room to move her flapping wings.
 
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