The Coming Darkness - closed for JadeKnight

She kept her movements slow, savouring each motion and the fullness she felt when he hit her depths. Her sex spasmed, clenching around him and coating him as he bit her neck. She muttered something in Elven as she came. The air around them rippled. Selakir did not stop though she kept the slowly stroking motion. She wanted to bring him to a slow and very intense climax.

The goddess frowned and left the pair. She sensed the presence outside this place. It was probing and searching. It was tinge with something foul. She sneered and found the mage in his cave with his creatures. He was untouchable by her though. The magic he conjured was danger and death to the gods. It called a presence older than her and most of the pantheon. This is why they needed the lovers.

Selakir could feel the tension building again in her body. She had never known such pleasure could exist. She moaned and sighed with every stroke.
 
He moaned louder as he felt her tighten around his shaft as she came, his fingers tightening a little against her. He could feel his climax slowly building with each stroke she took on his shaft. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed the sensation of pleasure going through him.

It seemed his tattoo was reacting to their pleasure as well, heat radiating from it into her where he touched her. He bit a little harder as he arched more, getting quite close. It wasn't much longer before he soon hit his peak, pulling her down on him.

He cried out her name as his wings went wide for a moment, his hot seed erupting into her. His hands grasped on her ass, a sharp wave of pleasure going into her from his own magic reaction to her as well.
 
Heat but not painful as his fingers moved along her skin. The room rippled again, the air cool and then heated changing in ebbs and flows that matches her slow, smooth movements. Teeth found her skin and Draco pulled her down.

Selakir’s head went back. She silently screamed as he hit deeper than before. He filled her. The heat spreading throughout her. Her own climax rushed over her. Her dug into him. The room flowed with a blue light that pulsed. Her sex milked him.

She clung to Draco as her orgasm subsided. The light slowed its pulsations and faded out leaving the lovers once more in the dimly lit room.

Selakir could feel their combined fluids slowly dripping out of her. She nuzzled his neck.
 
He released his hold on her neck, panting softly for a few moment. He soon shifted his position, laying back on the furs while holding her against him.

His wings moved to fully fold around her her as he held her against him, his eyes closing. He had had sex with other women before, but it had been nothing like this. He laid there breathing slowly as his fingers gently grazed along her back.

"That was...incredible."
 
She snuggled up against him as he laid down with her. She let a hand trace over his chest.

“Destiny and magic...a potent combination.” She propped herself up a little to look down at him. “Why did you take me? I-I am curious as to why me when the temple was full of us.”

Selakir laid back on his chest and listened for his heartbeat. She let her leg drape over his.
 
He laid his head back as he thought about her question for a few moments. It was a simple question to answer, but he wondered what she was wanting to hear.

"What we did was just a simple scouting run for supplies and treasure. You just happened to be the first one we came across, that's all. I was the leader, so it was my decision to grab you and bring you back with me. I try to keep from raiding any temples, but the boss was insistant for some reason."

He ran his fingers lightly over her wings before moving along her back gently and kissed the top of her head softly.

"Now it's time for sleep my pet."
 
She laid her head on his chest and listened to his explanation. She couldn't help the slight smile. How little he knew. Selakir closed her eyes as he kissed her head.

"Do you think the wings are permanent?" She looked over her shoulder at them. Slowly she got up and waited for him to direct her where to go. She only saw one bed, the one she had rested in. Selakir wasn't sure if he meant to take her with him or send her elsewhere.

As she waited her fingers reached out to touch her new wings. She knew she should be more scared or freaked by their appearance. Clearly the goddess had a plan, Selakir just wasn't sure what it was yet.

Across the land dark creatures were ripping apart cattle and wreaking havoc on a small town. Behind them, dark dwarves stood and watched. They waited to pick up the spoils but avoided the things that were sneaking through the town.
 
He let her go as she stood up from the furs. The furs or the bed, it didn't matter to him where they slept as long as she was with him. He smiled for a moment as he stood up behind her, moving to embrace her softly. He wasn't sure why he was being so loving and passionate with her, but it almost felt natural at this point.

"I am quite sure they are permanent, and suit you very well."

His fingers ran softly over her soft skin for a moment before kissing on her right shoulder for a moment. He soon moved from behind her to lay upon the bed. He patted the space beside him for a moment.

"Come my angel elf."
 
"Hmm..." She smiled at looked at the white feathered wings. Selakir shivered as he kissed her shoulder. He was tender, gentle. She had not expected this when he took her.

The elf crawled into the bed and laid next to him. The wings folded in against her back. She was grateful she didn't have to think too hard about them.

She closed her eyes and shyly curled up with him.
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The town was devastated. The survivors were waiting to explain to the lord what they had seen. Outside the was nothing but carnage and chaos. Bodies ripped to shreds, houses burned...

In his chamber the lord had already heard the reports from his men. This was not the first of his towns nor the first to be attacked. Reports had been coming in for weeks about dark things that killed all they across. He needed help and so letters were written to all kingdoms to ask for information and assistance.
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Halgurd was frustrated. Yes his things were still crawling from the pool and wreaking destruction but something was wrong. He felt it. A slight shift in the magic. Something had happened. He needed to find the pair and kill them before this got worse.

"You can see them, in the waters. I want them found. Bring them to me. Alive. I need them but you must be swift. There is no telling what will happen if they figure out their power.

The dwarf nodded and turned. He led a ban of dwarves and orcs out of the stronghold. They were on a mission and nothing would get in their way.
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The goddess stood over the pair as they settled into the bed. She was smiling and began weaving something in the air. This would help show him what the gods plan was for him. She weaved dreams of the pair, the coming darkness, their future....

All they had to do now was sleep.
 
He looked over at her for a moment before closing his eyes to sleep. He wrapped on arm around her, holding her close. It didn't take him long to go to sleep, but it was a little bit before he started dreaming.

Though his mind was receptive to the goddess's weaving, it was still a jumbled piecemeal for him. Though he had been told he was strong in the ways of magic from an early age, he never really embraced the power fully from a young age. He had seen others exploited for their powers, and he never wanted that to happen to himself. He often tried to keep his usage to a low roar, so to speak.

The images she shown him were clear enough, but they were pushed away by his mind. They were soon replaced by much lover ones of a more peaceful life, but those faded into nothingness as he drifted awake. As he laid there, the smell of bacon and eggs cooking soon drifted to his nose. He opened his eyes to look around, catching sight of the back of Claire as she stood in front of the stove in a blue dress. She was cooking up some breakfast for them as she normally did in the morning.
 
Selakir's dreams were more clear. The goddess was using them to help guide the woman. First, she and Draco were on a field. War tents stood around them but they were looking out to the distance. The sky had gone black and the ground seemed to roll and ooze.

It shifted and her second dream show him holding her close. She was bleeding, something black piercing her through the chest. His wings wrapped about them and all she felt was warmth.

The third was her kneeling, arms extended out and bound. Black creatures writhed on the walls around her and as she looked up she saw Draco fighting them, sword in one hand and his other extending with flames appearing.

Selakir woke with a start for a moment forgetting where she was. She remained still, eyes darting around the room. The smell of food wafted towards her. Slowly, Selakir sat up. She saw the woman and reached out to pull the blanket up and cover her naked body. She looked to the man at her side. She couldn't shake her visions of him from her mind.
 
Claire was finishing up the breakfast of bacon, poached eggs, and toast when she noticed that Selakir was up. She gave a sweet smile for a moment at the elf covering herself up.

"There's no need to be shy. Besides, breakfast is ready."

She laid two full plates on the dining room table as Draco began to stir. She giggled and took a seat on the couch as she waited on them to get to breakfast. He yawned softly as he sat up and stretched his arms for a moment.

"Man, what a weird dream. And is that breakfast I smell? I'm starving."

He reached out and ran his fingers gently down his angel's back for a moment, admiring her from behind. He had hoped the dream had been nothing more than a nightmare, the thought of losing Selakir leaving a bad taste in his mouth.
 
Selakir was shy and very much naked. She shifted in the bed, her back to Draco. She felt him stir and his fingers as they moved down her back. She closed her eyes. It felt like warm fire ran through her body from his touch. It made her crave his attention more.

A blush washed over her. Last night she had been pure, untouched and now she found herself desiring the man beside her. Her nipples tightened, sticking out. Selakir wrapped the blanket tighter around herself.

She stood, taking the blanket with her. "You had a strange dream? I had several but I do not think they were dreams. I think the goddess is trying to show me what is coming."

Selakir moved to where the food waited on the table. Carefully, as she still was getting used to her wings, the elf sat. She looked to the two others in the room. "I know that the gods do not seem to be of consequence to you but.." How was she supposed to explain things to him?

Pale hands were placed on the table. Her face was a mask of seriousness. "The goddess, she has given me a warning. Well, several but the most important is that something dark and vile is coming and it will wipe out everything if it is not stopped. Apparently the gods have decided you are what will stop it." She looked at Draco. "I am to help you. I dreamt of war, a blackness that rolled across the very ground. I dreamt of us on a field ready to face it. I dreamt of you fighting creatures of darkness as you wielded blade and fire."

She did not mention that her dreams showed her bound or bleeding.

Her eyes were soft as she stared at him. "I know it sounds strange."
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"How much farther?" One of the dwarves asked.

"I don't know. We are just supposed to go this way until we find them."

"What's the big deal about these two?"

"How the hell do I know? Do I look like some crazy sorcerer? We do what gives the best coin and serves our needs best and this is it."

They were leaning against a wall as the black creatures gnawed on some travellers they had come across.
 
He and Claire were both quiet as they listened to her speak. He just ate his breakfast slowly as he tried to think of what her words meant, but gave a shake of his head. Claire didn't say anything yet because it wasn't her place to speak about such things.

"I am not sure about your goddess and her words, but I have never been one to trust the gods. Everything I had gotten in life, I earned myself. I really doubt I would be of any use to them. Besides, I believe there are other things to worry about."

Claire smiled for a moment as she finally decided to speak up.

"Oh, father said to tell you that you needed to get more supplies picked up from Rothfaire. Everything is arranged, you just have to go to the usual meeting spot."

Draco pursed his mouth for a moment at Claire's words. Rothfaire was a day and a half north, nestled at the base of the Crag mountains. He really wasn't up for traveling again so soon, but it was a request from the boss.

"Fine."
 
Selakir looked down at her breakfast. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to convince him of what the gods wanted from him. Saying it wasn't enough. Her dreams weren't enough. She would have to come up with something. She silently prayed to the goddess for help.

Her eyes lifted as Claire mentioned he needed to go get supplies.

"You are leaving?" Wide eyes stared at him. She was quite the sight wrapped in the blanket, wild black hair and white wings. She didn't want him to leave her. The goddess had said he could only succeed with her help. Selakir took that to mean she should always stay with him.
 
He gave a little chuckle for a moment at her horror of being left behind by him. He figured that she just didn't want to be away from him so soon. There was no reason for him to leave her, since he hadn't really laid down any ground rules for her yet. He smiled and shook his head for a moment.

"Of course not angel. Claire will be the one left behind, but I will be taking you with me."

He leaned over and kissed his pet on the forehead for a moment as Claire nodded in agreement.

"But first, I need to get you ready for going outside."

After finishing eating, he moved from the table. He went to a chest that was at the foot of the bed, rummaging through it. He soon pulled out a black leather collar with a small chain on the front of it. A small diamond pendent hung from the chain, formed in the shape of a small star.

"Come and kneel for me angel."

At the same time, Claire gathered up the dirty dishes and took them to the sink to wash them.
 
Selakir looked at Claire as she nodded. She wondered what their relationship was. Her wide eyes turned back to look at Draco. "I am going with you?" It meant she did not have to beg or convince him.

She watched him as he moved away from the table and to the chest. Her eyes were focused on the collar as Draco turned to face her.

Selakir gathered the blanket around herself and moved to him. Her head tilted a little. Very slowly she knelt down but kept her eyes on his face. Her full lips almost made it look like she was pouting from this angle. Her expression was so innocent, so trusting. Her hands held the blanket to cover herself.
 
He smiled down at her for a moment as she knelt in front of him. Leaning down, he wrapped the collar carefully around her slender neck, and clasping it just tight enough so it wouldn't choke her. He lifted back up as he admired how it looked on her.

"There, now everyone will know you belong to me."

He reached down for a moment, running a finger lightly over her full lips before pulling it away. He hmmed for a moment as he looked at the blanket around her, thinking. He placed a finger on the blanket, his claw tracing a symbol on it for a moment. Once he was done, he pulled his finger away.

With a thought from him, the blanket began to change and take a new shape. It formed into a red dress that hung to her like a second skin, the feeling smooth as silk. It had no sleeves to show off her arms, while the front had a little bit of a plunging neckline to the middle of her breasts. The back of the dress was curved downward to the middle of her back. The skirt of the dress hung down to the middle of her thighs, a slit up both side to her waist.

"There, that suits you more than that blanket. Go ahead, stand up and take a look."
 
She closed her eyes as the collar was secured about her neck. It was tight but not uncomfortable. it was a strange feeling and yet...she felt almost protected or cared for with it.

Selakir inhaled slowly. She belonged to him.

Her body reacted as Draco ran a finger along her lip. The rattling of the dishes reminded her they were not alone. Her eyes followed his hand as he lowered it to the blanket. Was he intending to remove it? A blush appeared on her skin.

The blanket changed, Selakir felt the material transforming on her skin. She looked up at him then down at herself. She stood and moved to the mirror. Gone was the innocent priestess. Gone was the robes that covered and hid her chaste body. Selakir did not recognize the elf that looked back at her. Now she wore red, smooth and silky against her skin. It hugged curves she had not known she possessed. Long, pale legs were peeking through the high slits. Her breasts were hugged by the material. The neckline gave the glimpse of their firm curve. She turned a little to look at her back. The white wings a contrast to the red fabric but the back showed them off as well as teased by ending just above the curve of her backside.

Once more Selakir looked forward in the mirror. The black collar with the diamond star caught her eyes. It was beautiful. A hand lifted to just briefly touch it.

She turned to face Draco. She bowed her head. "You have made me look beautiful."

Her eyes lifted once more, lips parted. "Thank you."
 
He smiled as he watched her admire herself in the mirror, satisfied with the outcome. He grinned for a moment when she turned and thanked him. He reached up with a hand, running his thumb lightly over her soft lips for a moment before kissing her lightly.

"It's only right that I show off my beautiful angel."

He smiled once more before pulling away from her to look towards Claire.

"Is everything ready for the trip?"

"Yes sir. Have a safe trip."

He chuckled for a moment before turning to Selakir.

"Then I guess we'll be on our way angel."

He made a little motion with his hand for her to lead the way to the wagon.
 
Selakir made her way out of his manor. She spied the waiting wagon. “Are all the others coming?”

She suddenly felt shy and nervous about others seeing her in a dress that showed off her body so much. Would they try to touch her? Her hand went to collar. She remembered the way Draco has disciplined them before. She was certain that if they knew what the collar meant, that she belonged to Draco, it would mean she would be safe.

“I do not know of this place you are going. I don’t know of any places...”

The wind blew. Selakir turned her face into it. Stay close to him. Stay alert. It will come...[\i] she shivered at the words. A warning from the goddess.
 
"No, we'll be by ourselves. It'll take us most of the day to get there, so we will probably stay overnight."

After pulling on a pair of leather pants, he followed after her admiring her from behind. He felt he had made the right choice in grabbing her for himself. He climbed into the cart beside her, taking up the reins. With a snap, they were underway along the road.

"The town of Rothfaire isn't really anything special. It's a decent size city and the closest trade city to us. I think it has about three hundred people, last I heard."

With on hand on the reins, he reached over and laid his other hand on her thigh. His hand slowly brushed up and down her thigh, pushing the skirt up to her waist as well.
 
Selakir sat beside him. As he snapped the reins and they moved she sighed and looked around. “The trees are beautiful.” She nestled closer as his hand stroked her thigh. His touch simply felt right. She had never thought it could be true but it was.

The elf sighed softly. “Are you and Claire related? Married? She seems to take care of you but her father is the one who gives you orders?”

She shivered in a pleasurable way, taut nipples now pushing against the silky fabric. His touch was arousing and she wanted more but kept herself restrained.

The voice had warned her to be alert. Draco was making that very difficult.
 
He shook his head for a moment at her questions about Claire.

"No, she is unmarried. We are like brother and sister is a sense, as the boss took me in after one of their raids. Well, they had came upon a village many years back after some goblins attacked the village I had been living in as a kid. She's just taking care of things as training till she gets married."

His hand moved faster up and down her thigh, his claws extending a little to tease lightly against her soft skin.

"Have you been outside the temple any?"
 
Selakir was breathing unevenly as his hand moved on her thigh. It was as if his touch could make her lose all sense of things. Her breasts strained against her dress with each breath.

“No-“ it was hard to speak. “I have never been anywhere else. I was supposed to be sheltered there. The outside world came to us for food, help...medicine. But we never left it’s walls. Our bodies and minds untouched, pure and clean for the goddess.”

She licked her lips. Her hands gripped bench she was sitting on.

“Why must she be trained to be married?”

She was trying so hard to be alert but it was so difficult with his hand on her body. The feel of his claw teasing on her skin was electric.
 
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