The Witchwood

Hamish

"Aye Lass, and I am no fool. My men were cut down easily by merely the branches of this accursed wood. I will withdraw for now."

And with that he keeps walking steadily backwards, keeping an eye out of traps.
 
Still glaring at the simple guardsman, Rektfield's face twisted into a smile beneath his visor as with a thought both he and the elf behind him were gone. They reappeared in his throne room, where he was no longer dressed for battle, but instead in a long sheer black robe made of material that was so soft that it could hardly be believed. After giving the elven minion some time to focus on her new surroundings, he spoke:

I would like for you to stay here with me to sup, for you have done excellent work thus far and I hate to think of what they must be forcing you to swill down in that castle. Still, after dinner I will require you to return, for there is work of mine that must be done. How does that sound, little one?

He sat on his throne with a small smile on his lips as he looked at the little elven girl. His dark hair fell down to his shoulders and waved with the wind when he spoke. Yes, he did indeed have work for this one.
 
Lirael

Lirael felt disoriented, as the woods about her melted, giving way to the Masters throne room. As her pale blue eyes adjusted she laid them on Him. His clothes now regal and beautiful she could hardly contain her strangled gasp. Swallowing audibly she looked to the floor beneath her feet, finding it entirely too interesting just this moment.

Her little voice rose to meet his mighty trumpeting thunderous one. "Yes Master.. I would be very happy to sup with you." She stepped forward, her hand moving to her heart. "Your every wish and will is my only reason for living My Lord. Whatever you desire shall be done"

Her high pale cheeks seemed to turn a soft pink, as they flushed. Hidding under a waterfall of whiteish locks she lowered her head, her chin resting on her chest. No task is too great, to please his Mightyness
 
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Rektfield

He smiled and stood up quickly. He paced over to where the young elf was standing and using the tip of one finger gently lifted her chin from her chest.

Wonderful. Let us go make our way to the hall and there we shall discuss my plans, your rewards and whatever else you would like to discuss... Watching that brute back his way through the forest has put me in excellent favour and I can think of no one else I would rather share my time with than my favourite scout.

As they walked down a flight of stairs, torchlight throwing shadows about the walls, he smiled slightly at her upturned face.

So, Lirael, tell me what you have seen and heard from your time in the castle.
 
Her eyes timidly look into his, her lips parting softly. The small mouth ajar in timid adoration, her spine feeling shivers up and down its length at his touch on her small chin. His words reach her ears, sinking in slowly ."I can think of no one else I would rather share my time with than my favourite scout." She blushes again at his praise and nods, smiling softly as he turns to head down the stairs.

Walking a step or two behind him, keeping in time, her shoes tap on the stone of the stairs.When he turns his head to look at her and speak she almost startles. "Y-Yes My Lord. Just today Hamish and Elspeth have been caught in the act of lovemaking in the linen closet. And the princess' nightmares rage on and I am sure You know well enough My Lord. The gossip of her nightmares passes from mouth to ear quickly in the servants quarters. This is mostly my doing Master, but then again, they dont know that " She giggles softly, biting her thin bottom lip.

"What will you have me do when I return to the Castle My Lord?" she asks with growing curiousity. Hoping it might be something more exciting than simply listening and watching.
 
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Rektfield

He smiled at the young elf, knowing full well everything she had already said. As they reached the great elven hall beneath his throne room, a full feast was set out before them. He walked her to the table and after being sure she was seated, he took his seat at the head of the table, beside her.

I have tired of seeing that witchwoman Meghan try and thwart me using twigs and berries. I want you to take this...

His lips turned up into a cruel smile. He produced from beneath his robe a small black stone, that seemed to glow ebony. He put the stone in her hand, letting her understand it's cold before he continued.

...and place it under the witch's pillow. When she goes to slumber, it will remove her essence and imprison it within this stone. I tire of her and her old ways...

...her essence will be replaced by the essence of evil, and I will have one more minion in that castle.

After that, I'll need you to await further instruction, though surely the next step is to watch the Princess come to me. I do not want to take her, and I will not need to. I will continue to haunt her sleep and she will understand that while I may not be what she is taught to want, I am what she wants, both inside and out.

He gestured towards the food that covered the length of the table.

Eat, little one, eat. I know you must be starving. And after we both have full bellies, may we then discuss your rewards...
 
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Lirael was shocked. It had been so long she could hardly remember a feast like this. She felt so honored to be allowed to eat by his side. She noticed how regal he looked, as he waited for her to sit before he sat.

I have tired of seeing that witchwoman Meghan try and thwart me using twigs and berries. I want you to take this...

His orders where simple.

As she took the small black stone he gave her in her hand she felt the cold on her skin instantly. Fighting an urge to drop it she placed it in her belt pounch quickly, glad to have the magic thing off her skin.

...and place it under the cook's pillow. When she goes to slumber, it will remove her essence and imprison it within this stone. I tire of her and her old ways.

Simple enough, her little mind spun as she tried to imagine the old spinsters schedule. She must find a time when the woman was away from her sleeping quarters. Sneak in. Do the deed. Sneak out. She had no fear that she would fail at this almost too simple of tasks. Then after she had disposed of the old crone's conscience, the simple job of watching. She was practiced at that.

He motioned to the table, her small eyes watching every gracefull move of his muscular, awe inspiring body. Her stomach gurgled and she reached for the nearest plate. Starting on the meal to completely ravish herself. This was a rare treat. She would make it count.
 
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Hamish

Hamish made his way back out of the Witchwood slowly, it wouldn't do for him to be killed now, he needed to report back to the castle what had happened. The old crone wouldn't be happy, that he knew, and his Captain would probably be dissappointed as well.

The first thing he did upon his return was report to the Captain. He explained what happened, even down to his failure to capture the elven girl because of the Dark Lord's inteference. For his part, the Captain was relatively understanding. Though Hamish was still relieved of regular guard duty for the time being, for hs transgression with the maid earlier.

After he was done with the Captain, he did not seek out Meghan. He had no obligation to report to a maid. Since he was hungry he went to the kitchen to grab something to eat.
 
Ivy

She wasn't aware exactly how long had passed since she'd come into that secret room of hers, the one bit of luxury she allowed herself from time to time, but she had dozed lightly after bringing herself to climax several times. Cleaning herself up a bit and rearranging her hair so that there might be no real evidence of her activities of some time ago, she carefully left her secret room. She didn't want it to be discovered, afterall. That would simply never do.

The trek back to the kitchens was a short one, and uneventful. She was sure that no one had seen her come through the entrance to her secret room, smiled to herself for the barest of moments before making her way into the kitchens with the more usual almost-scowl upon her lips.

She turned to the door as she heard footsteps approaching, much heavier than those of any of the maids or children she ordered around as a part of her station. It wasn't long before Hamish came into sight in all his masculine glory. Hungry, no doubt.

"Take it yer `ere t'eat `alf the food s`already prepared, Guard." Her voice was almost scolding, but not quite. Truth be known, she was more than pleased that he ate well when he came into the kitchens. She turned and readied a meal for him, setting it before him and commenting idly...

"Ye look like ye seen spirits, or worse."
 
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Elspeth

"I want you to show me...."

I can't belleve...The princess...

Hesitentley "are you shure my lady?"

Seeing the obvius need in Aradia's eyes, she doesn't have to whate for a responce.

More sure of herself this time "I can show you what it was like with him, few guys even could, he's", Blushing slightly "He's rather on the largeish side, but I can show you something else"

Slowly, as if makeing a show of it Elspeth slides out of her skerts and slips her bodice over her head.

"and unless I miss my mark I think Morwenna would like to help me."

Steping into the truly capacious tub beside her Princess.

"So just relax and let your Handmaids do the work Milady"
 
Morwenna

Her soft fingers closed about the Princesses nipples. Her eyes darting up to glance at the now naked Elspeth. She studied the other handmaidens lovely body. Her full breasts, her round hips, her tight stomach. Licking her lips she tugged lightly on those pink berry nipples and breathed hotly in the Princess's ear
"yes, just let Us handle it Ma'am"

She pressed her pouty lips against Aradias warm wet shoulder, sucking softly on it. The idea that the princess wanted them to help show her the way of man and woman was making her excited, own sex already moist simply at notion.

Her left hand cups Aradias right breast, squeezing it. With a soft moan into the skin of her shoulder she reaches for the rag and dunkes it in the water, squeezing it so the water falls in sheets along the Princesses soft skin, rubbing the cloth sensually over her breast and stomach.
 
Hamish

"Aye, Ah'm 'ere tae eat, though Ah donnae know about eating half tha food." He laughed, whcih felt much better after what he had been through that day.

"Aye Ah seen worse tadae...much worse. Ah took ten brave men intae tha Witchwood in search a some whelp of a knight. The Wood itself fought against us. Me men were cut down like wheat bae a farmer's scythe... Nae a one survived, except meself. Ah knew Ah couldnae rescue tha knight alone, and a Elven bitch came into me sight, warned me her master was powerful, like Ah dinnae already KNOW. Ah decided t'would bae better tae capture her thanna come home empty handed, and alone."

He continued to recount the rest of the tail, and his subsequent relief of duty. And when his food appeared infront of him, he ate it ravenously, manners (what little he had to begin with) to the wind and all that.
 
Aradia

Aradia's brain was in turmoil as she heard the request she had made of Elspeth. Could the power of the Lord of the Wood be so potent as to make her abandon all thought of what was proper, all decency?

Yes, oh yes. For now that the request had been made, she awaited the outcome with an eagerness that left her dizzy. It came to her that she had always wanted this. As Elspeth undressed, and her glorious, ripe young body emerged from the husk of her humble clothes, Aradia remembered the nights when she had watched her handmaiden in the moonlight from behind closed lashes. How unashamedly Elspeth had taken her pleasure in the same room where her princess slept, never dreaming as she stroked and groaned and wriggled and gasped that her every motion was being watched; her every murmur overheard.

It had been torment, to listen and watch, and be forced to lie like a stone, fearful of being discovered. Aradia had burned, her sex stinging and wet, her heart pounding. She had wanted to beg Elspeth to come to her, to let her share in that forbidden pleasure that her coming of age had awakened such a hunger for. And sometimes, almost afraid of breathing, she had allowed her own fingers to tentatively explore beneath the sheets...pressing silently into the soaking wet cleft...rubbing the nub of her clitoris until she choked and gasped with the effort of remaining silent and had to cease her feeble attempts at achieving release. It had been a torment that she both dreaded and adored. The constant state of physical arousal had become a part of her psyche, almost. She wondered if that had been why the Dark Lord turned his notice upon her. If, perhaps, he so enjoyed the spectre of her private agony, that he wished to prolong and play with it himself.

But now Elspeth, naked and already clearly aroused, was stepping into the tub beside her. Her hardened nipples grazed Aradia's own, and the princess groaned with all the frustration of her long abstinence. Elspeth made a small sound too, and the blood rose hot and pink beneath her skin.

And then Morwenna -- cool, controlled Morwenna -- was slipping off her own garments. She emerged like a snow maiden from her gown, her skin so transluscent that Aradia could see the fine tracery of bluish veins just beneath the surface. The pulse in the girl's neck was throbbing. Her breasts were small, but beautifully shaped, and Aradia found herself moistening her lips as the handmaiden parted her thighs and stepped into the water. Her eyes were on the other girl's secret cleft, and she took in every detail, her heart pounding so loudly in her ears that she could scarcely hear what was said to her. Morwenna's sex was clean shaven; the labia puffy and already moist. The scent of her was heady and made the princess's head spin. Beneath the water, her own womb was painful and throbbing, and she pressed her hand against it as Morwenna slid down into the tub beside her.

She thought of Elspeth with Hamish and tried to imagine what his manhood would look like as Elspeth tried to describe his exaggerated size to her. Aradia had never seen a naked man.

Just relax and let your Handmaids do the work, Milady....yes, just let us handle it Ma'am....
She heard both their voices as if from within a fever dream.

Morwenna's long fingers pinched Aradia's right nipple as her soft lips began to suck at the princess's skin.

The feeling was so intense that Aradia let out a long, low cry. She felt herself melting; hot juices sliding down the tight sheath of her vagina. Her clitoris hammered, begging for attention.

Every nerve in Aradia's body was stretched taut. Her skin tingled as warm water poured over her skin, and Morwenna's fingers began to trace their way slowly down her body.

The suspense was excruciating, and she closed her eyes, turning her head to press her open lips against Elspeth's sweet hot mouth.
 
Ivy

Quiet as she listened to Hamish's tale, eyes widening at the mention of the very Wood fighting against the men sent in, one hand lifting in a warding gesture as he spoke of their brutal deaths...

She watched him eat, or rather inhale, the food set before him, imagining a very different event... In her mind at least, she took him to her private room, where they'd not be discovered, and showed him all the ways she could please him, be it with her hands, or mouth, or through submitting to any act he may wish to indulge in...

.... and then she was broken out of that half-trance state by the sound of his fork hitting the empty plate. She'd bring him more, he seemed more than a little hungry, and pale besides. The man could do with a rounder meal than usual, that was fairly evident.

"Such trials ye been through t`day, Guard! And live t'tell o the Witchwood, no less! Mayhaps Ah will give ye half the food, and no complaint of it be heard!"
 
Rektfield

He leaned back and watched as the young elf filled her stomach. He closed his eyes for a moment and let the eyes of the forest come to him... he focused and penetrated the walls of the castle and there he saw the three women and the bathtub. He laughed out loud, and when he opened his eyes again, his stone gaze met that of his little elven scout. He smiled his warmest smile and leveled his gaze.

The castle is under seige from my forces, little one, and none of them can resist it. Here, I'll show you, close your eyes.

As she did so, he put his hand on her and allowed her to see what he was seeing... allowed her to look with the eyes of the forest into the castle that he would soon own.
 
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She chews, her mouth exploding in a thousand delights of herbs, sensations, flavors.Peeking timidly over her food she saw that his eyes were closed. He seemed to almost be dozing, the way he was resting back so comfortably. But then his features broke and twisted in dark laughter, and the sound of it scared her. She practically lept out of her seat at the shock of it. But then his eyes shot and glued to hers and she was lost in them.

The castle is under seige from my forces, little one and none of them can resist it. Here, I'll show you, close your eyes.

She closed her eyes obediently, setting what she was eating back on her plate. When He touched her she melted. Her little heart skipped a beat and then her breath was taken away. She seemed to be rushing through the woods then passing through walls and her little hands clung to her chair for fear that she would fall. A vision.. three women in a tub.. THe PRINCESS!! She was there, naked.. and elspeth and morwenna were taking advantage of her. Her Masters spell was working..

She giggled with delight and clasped her small hand over his, her mind taking in every curve of the naked wet humans.
 
He smiled at the little elf and removed his hand from hers, taking it up to stroke her tiny face before replacing it in his lap. His dark face was the picture malicious intent. He looked at the girl and his grin spread to cover the left side of his face.

So, little one, let us discuss your rewards. What is it that you want more than anything else? It is really within my power to get you anything, what would you have?

His eyes were honest, which they rarely were. He was not interested in doing any ill will to this little one. She had a special place in his heart, if he indeed had a heart. She was one of his own and she had never failed to complete one of her tasks. So now, it was time for her to receive compensation.
 
Her eyes flickered open when he touched her cheek, she looked at him with an almost scared look. Her fingers playing nervously with each other.

He was asking HER.. asking HER what SHE wanted.. how could she tell him the one thing she wanted most in the world.. Was HIM

She saw how he looked at her. Her lord, her Master looking like she meant everything in the world to Him too. She took a lungful of air and braved her fears, pressing her little eyes shut before she blurted out as quickly as possible in a single breath.

"theonlythingIwantMasterisyou" She bit her lip and waited for the worst, her heart simply stopped beating as she waited to hear him laugh and humilate her for her choice.
 
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Rektfield

His eyes opened slightly wider with surprise, but that was all. Surely he should have expected this, or seen it coming, but he had not. He let his mind grasp hers lightly and he searched her thoughts, making sure she was in earnest. He could hardly let her try and do him in, if that was her intention... but it was not. She was being honest. He smiled softly and took her hand in his again. He waited for her eyes to open slightly and then he planted a soft and gently kiss on her small hand.

And how, little one, would you want me?
 
Lirael

She felt him probing in her mind and she left it open for him to take. Sighing as she felt this most intimate of touches from him. Her eyes flickered open when he kissed her hand and smiles weakly.

He.. didnt laugh... He didnt laugh!! her little heart began beating again and she was overjoyed! She looked at him, then the table, then back at him. She would never dare to be so wild, so forthcomming. But suddenly she stood up and grabbed the edge of the table cloth.

With a small grunt and a mighty tug she pulled it, the lovely dishes, exotic foods and delicate silverware all flying through the air and falling on the dark stone ground. It shattered, broke and make a horrible clatter but she didnt care. She crawled up on the table and sat just infront of him, her little feet dangling around his knees. She took hold of her shirt and started to undo the buttons but out of impatience she simply ripped them appart. Her little chest heaved ands he took his hand, quickly pressing it to the hot pale flesh of her breast.

A soft blush flooded her cheeks and the tips of her ears, and she whispered at first, Her voice gaining confidence and becoming a scream at the end. "please master Please TAKE ME!! USE MY BODY! Please!!"
 
Hamish

"Aye woman. And if ye do bring me 'alf tha food. Ah'll gladly eat every last morsel."

He watched her walk away tog et him more. The food he had already eaten making him feel much more like himself again, and he could appreciate the woman's form beneath the dour peasants clothes.

When the next plate was placed infront of him, he started on it as well.

"Woman, you know how to make a man happy."
 
Rektfield

"please master Please TAKE ME!! USE MY BODY! Please!!"

He heard her tiny voice and felt her heaving chest but it was not until he saw the blush creep up her pointed ears that he fully understood how deeply she wanted this. He smiled, it would do fine for him to have an small meal before his main course. He had gone quite a while without attention, and at least this little elven lass would know what to do.

With a snap of his fingers, all the doors to the hall slammed shut and were barred, and he looked down to her face, where within moments his lips were upon hers, kissing her deeply. His hands found her full chest and his long nails scratched her flesh slightly.

He cast aside the silken robe he wore and underneath he wore only breeches. Tight and formed to his body, he took her hands in his and placed them along the bindings, smiling. His eyes looked deeply into hers.


Is this what you want, little one?
 
Lirael

When he kissed her, tenderly even, her cheeks turned a brighter red. She could still hardly believe but as his hand groped her breast and then directed her to the lacing of his pants she could only begin to believe it. Licking her newly kissed lips, her eyes roamed his sculpted body. The hard chest, the tight pants over muscular legs, his rippling arms as they held her hands gently.

A little thrill shot up her spine and leaned closer, her ears still ringing with the barring of the gates. She slipped her little body over his, sitting on his lap, straddling his massive thighs and her little hands went to work, slipping loose the cords that held his ever so skin-tight pants to his dashing figure.

As she pulled free the lacings she stopped to look up into His face. Ever aspect of her features so excited and happy and honest as she stared into his eyes. Blushing again she looked down at his lap and nodded "Yes My Lord."
 
Rektfield

As she loosened his breeches, he ran a hand gently through her hair, admiring it's fairness and silken quality. They were opposites of the same breed. He was the tall dark elf, with ebony hair and eyes and massive build, and she was small and pale, with the lightest hair and eyes. He kissed her again and ran his hands over her slight form before smiling as an idea overtook him.

This is your reward, little one. So, for this one time only, I shall have you instruct me. Tell me how best to reward you.

He saw the concept dawn into her eyes and he couldn't help but smile... it was so different and so new. Surely she understood how proud he was of her, but in case she did not, he now spoke into her mind, without using his lips or his throat.

For this is your reward, little one, right this moment, I am yours.
 
Ivy

"Aye woman. And if ye do bring me 'alf tha food. Ah'll gladly eat every last morsel."

She chuckled to herself as she went back to get more food for Hamish, swinging her hips just slightly more than usual, a subtle show of what she might have to offer him in the way of satisfying other appetites. She'd let him have his fill, alright, but more than likely not literally half the food that was already fixed. That would have been hard for the entire group, had the other guards survived, to do away with!

"Woman, you know how to make a man happy."

That said with his first bite into the second plate, it coaxed a pleased half-smile to her lips. The way to a man's heart and her job, she knew them well enough... And would test just how far they could get her soon enough.

"Ah should `ope so, Guard. A man ever `as complaint wi my `andywork, I'll send meself away!" She laughed those words out. As if that would ever happen!
 
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