Neptune

Location: The Wretched Rat tavern, Delwore. Rayvenne watched the reaction of the bunny girl with barely veiled amusement as she had been expecting it. After all, her services were not cheap and she would want money if she had to put up with such a cheery attitude for a week or more. She would be going well out of her way to help her, so she wanted to be well compensated. Rayvenne’s eyebrow rose when the girl offered to come look at her wares immediately. She blinked a little before looking at her drink, of which most had been drunk already. She sighed slightly, shifting on her seat a little to lean one of her arms against the wooden surface of the bar. The dark haired woman then saw motion out of the corner of her eyes and she looked over at Luna to see her jump off of her stool to stand and stretch causing Rayvenne’s eyebrows to furrow a little in confusion. She then shook her head, still not quite believing this woman. She turned her attention back to her drink as the bunny girl thanked the bar owner and practically skipped over to the front door of the bar. Rayvenne lifted the tankard to her lips and drained the rest of the bitter liquid in one go. She then lowered the empty cup and placed it down on the bar before her, before she pulled out a few copper coins and placed them on the bar next to it. The coins were immediately snatched up by the bartender, who made a small show of inspecting the currency to ensure that it was real. Rayvenne ignored the show of distrust and slipped off of her stool and headed towards Luna, “Alright, lead the way.” She said, flicking her fingers out of the door. Since she had no idea where Luna had parked this cart of hers, she had to rely on the bunny girl to lead the way. She wasn’t worried for her own safety, either. Rayvenne was more than able to hold her own against this bunny girl.

As Rowan continued to brutally fuck her, he was watching her reactions carefully. With his sensitive hearing, he could hear her cries of pleasure beginning to dampen, become quieter as she began losing consciousness. This fact only made Rowan smirk in victory, and he redoubled his efforts as he kept fucking her mercilessly. He wanted her to be unable to walk in the morning, so that he could take care of her and lavish attention on her. She would deserve it after the furious fucking he was giving her. For a virgin, she had held up remarkably well, and he was certainly going to enjoy fucking her more in the future. He couldn’t get enough of the feeling of her cunt wrapped around his cock. It was almost addicting. He just wanted more, and his hips obeyed that primal urge as they continued to pound deep inside of Natia. His pace didn’t even slow down when her eyes closed and she was dancing on the edge of unconsciousness. If anything, his hips tried to speed up, ramming his cock balls deep inside of her. He could feel an orgasm approaching, and he was holding it back as hard as he could. Not only because it allowed him to enjoy Natia’s body for longer, but because he wanted the orgasm to be mind-blowing. He could already sense that it was going to be a hard one. He gritted his teeth, growling softly in the back of his throat from the effort of fucking her. But he couldn’t hold it back forever and he could feel himself on the very precipice of ecstasy. His leg muscles quivered, and he could feel himself losing control. He slammed his hips hard against hers, pushing his cock as deep into her body as it would allow. He kept her pushed down against the tunic, pinning her in place. His huge cock twitched before erupted in a hard orgasm that made Rowan’s head spin violently, and he couldn’t help but let out a low groan of pleasure as he could feel his cock straining as it poured his seed into her pussy in a violent spray against her cervix. With a low hiss, he leaned down and once again sank his teeth into her neck, overwhelmed with the urge to strengthen their bond even more. He groaned softly when her sweet blood flooded his mouth and he greedily swallowed it down, even as he continued filling her cunt. As his orgasm waned and died down, leaving a pleasant tingling across his entire body, he pulled his mouth away from her neck. Rowan was panting hard from the effort of the furious fucking, and his muscles ached in a pleasant way. Slowly, he pulled his cock from her depths and gently pushed her down, rolling her onto her side, “Natia?” He asked, pausing in his panting breath to whisper her name. He wanted to know if she was conscious or not. If she wasn’t, then he was going to just dress them, and get the bed rolls so that they could sleep easy for the night. He glanced up at the night sky, seeing that it was definitely well on into the evening. He could easily go without eating for tonight. He wasn’t up for it anymore, as his stomach wouldn’t be able to settle with the kind of exercise he had, had today. He just wanted to snuggle up with Natia and fall asleep.

Diomedes’ dark, glossy eyes were still fixed on Chazin, watching as the younger man fucked his brother like a little bitch. This had started out as rape, as Rosal had certainly been fighting against them, but he quickly seemed to change his tune and accept every inch of their cocks into his body. Each time Chazin thrust into his brothers body, striking that sensitive spot inside of him, Diomedes could feel the demons moans as they vibrated around his cock. They seemed to meld with his own vibrations, increasing the pleasure for him. It helped spur on the movements of his hips as he thrust into Rosal’s mouth, matching Chazin thrust for thrust so that the demon-bitch-boy had two cocks inside of him at the exact same time. This almost reminded Diomedes of times spent with his father, when they would fuck a bitch together and make her scream. His lips twitched in a slight smirk at Chazin’s words, driving the point home in Rosal’s mind that the demon can get what he craved for from his brother, rather than his father. Further helping to cement his loyalty towards Chazin and drawing him away from his father. Chazin learnt quickly, and he was pleased with how quickly the hybrid was putting his lessons to use with his young brother. Not everyone was this easy to corrupt and bend to their will, but this was a very good start. He kept his firm grip on Rosal’s hair, keeping his mouth at that angle to allow his cock to keep plunging balls deep down his throat, not allowing him time to swallow any saliva that leaked out of the corners of his mouth and down his cheeks onto the floor below. He was firmly keeping his own orgasm in check, wanting Rosal to be the first to spill his seed. Only when Chazin was ready, would he let himself go so that they could both fill his body at the same time.

Zack watched as a flicker of confusion raced across the girls face as she seemed to freeze, unsure of what to do or how to proceed. He watched her carefully, waiting for what she would do. If she would obey him literally, or try and strip. He didn’t want her to strip, not yet. He wanted to make her do that after sucking him off to get him fully hard, so he could make her stand and slowly strip herself for his enjoyment. The corner of his lips pulled upwards in a slight smirk as he watched her crawl across the floor. Despite how awkward she must feel, it was one of the most erotic things he had seen in a long time. She lacked sensuality, but she made up for it in other ways, like how easy it was to humiliate and degrade her. It was not often that one encountered a prostitute that was able to be humiliated this much. Most of them were already deep within the rabbit hole, and he was going to enjoy this one before she got to that point. He watched as she reached forwards and pulled down the zipper of his trousers, for which he was glad she had as he was beginning to feel uncomfortable. When she pulled his zipper aside, she finally freed his semi-erect cock that was still trapped within the confines of his black boxers. From the sight of the bulge, his cock was quite large and it was something that the prostitutes often complimented him for. He knew that his cock was perhaps a little too big for this young girl to enjoy properly, but he didn’t care. He was still going to fuck her roughly with it. It would completely destroy her for whatever other cocks she takes in the future, as there were only a few men larger than himself. He was going to ensure that she enjoyed every inch of his twelve inch cock. He tilted his head down at her slightly before telling her, “It won’t do you much good if they’re still in the boxers. Go on, take it out.” He said the last part encouragingly. Not to make her feel more comfortable, but because he wanted his cock out of the confines of his trousers. He he became any harder than he already was, he was going to feel quite a degree of discomfort. Zack was almost tempted to offer her some of his whiskey, but decided against it. He didn’t particularly want to waste his alcohol on her. She needed to be faced with the harsh reality of her job, without the haze of alcohol. He wondered if he would meet her later on down the line, and what she would be like. Would she turn to alcohol, or drugs, as a means to cope? He certainly wouldn’t blame her. It was a standard way for people to deal with pain in their lives, with him as no exception. He just wondered how long she was going to be able to last before she turned to such mechanisms of support. Just how long before this city finally corrupted her, a thought that made his cock twitch visibly in his boxers. Yes. He was going to enjoy her while she was so pure and untainted.

Location: Inside Rose’s House Rose blinked when Halie stated that she had once thought like she did. She tilted her head slightly, wondering why she spoke in a past tense. Her eyes then widened a little when Halie continued to speak, stating that it just happened one day. Rose found herself gulping a little, trying to stop her imagination running wild. She couldn’t imagine her doing something like that. Could she? Just simply allow for something like that to happen? Just the thought of allowing herself to give into those primal desires made her stomach flutter with nervousness. She felt rather than saw Halie leaning in closer, feeling her hair shift subtly before she could feel the girls warm breath on her ear. It caused goosebumps to raise across her arms and for a shiver to run down her spine. Despite the fact that they were barely touching, she could feel the presence of the other woman behind her, and it made her nervous. She shivered even more when Halie began to talk lewdly, making Rose feel decidedly uncomfortable. She had never even said the word ‘cock’ before, and she could feel the heat of her cheeks almost radiating through her entire face. Her breathing seemed to freeze in her chest and she had a hard time drawing enough air into her lungs to sustain her. She gulped, feeling her throat twitch with the movement. Rose could hear a faint popping sound in her ear, almost like bubbles popping and she vaguely wondered where that was coming from. Her eyes darted down, from side to side as she felt Halie’s hands move to her shoulders before slowly sliding down to her biceps. She shivered even more at the contact, feeling her stomach constricting nervously. “I… I wouldn’t know. I… I’ve never been in love before.” Rose said, her voice barely above a whisper. She had never had someone this close to her before, other than a few rare hugs she had gotten from her family and friends. But with Halie it made her feel nervous in a way she wasn’t familiar with, like she wanted to step away from the girl. And yet she felt a yearning to lean even closer, a fact that confused her. So she remained frozen in indecision, not knowing what to do. She didn’t even know what else to say, her mind as frozen as her movements.

Location: The Wretched Rat tavern, Delwore. The small, dark haired woman stared at her bar companion as the young woman continued eating, practically bouncing in her seat. Just how did she have so much energy to spare with such useless actions? It boggled Rayvenne’s mind. The other patrons in the bar seemed to find it amusing as well, but not in the same bemused way she did. If anything, they seemed to find it rather endearing, whereas Rayvenne found it almost irritating. She turned her head away, determined not to watch the small bunny girl. How she was able to keep her food down, and not throw it up when she was practically vibrating in her seat was beyond her. Rayvenne could barely stomach eating while riding a horse. How was this woman able to bounce and eat at the same time? She shook her head a little and decided to ignore the girl while she sipped on her tankard of ale, enjoying the taste of the bitter liquid. When the girl spoke, she twitched her head to the side slightly as she stared down at the girl, her eyebrow twitching up slightly as she seemed to be trying out Rayvenne’s name before identifying where her name had originated from. Rayvenne wasn’t entirely sure why her mother had given her that name. Not that she could ask the woman. Even if she had not died when Rayvenne was young, she would be long dead now as Rayvenne had long outlived her. But then, if her mother had not died, then she might not be sitting here right now. She would have grown up normally, had a normal life, possibly become married, had children and passed on. That thought really sobred her up, as it had been a life dream of hers to live simply. But that dream was impossible now, and forever out of her reach. She tried to keep those thoughts buried as she returned her attention back to the bunny girl as she asked how much Rayvenne was going to ask for. The older woman sighed through her nose as she took another sip of her tankard. She then turned her head back to Luna to see that the girl had turned around to face her on the stall, her hands sitting on her knees and seemingly trying to stop herself from bouncing to little success. Rayvenne had never seen anyone so hyperactive in her life, and she really did wonder what kind of drugs the girl was taking. She placed both of her hands on the bar, straightening her back slightly as the corner of her lips turned down a little as her eyebrows furrowed in thought. Factoring the fact that the journey was likely to take more than a week, and it was a dangerous occupation, it wasn’t going to be a cheap deal. Not like most of her contracts which usually involve her finding a monster and slaying it to stop it from bothering a town or village. She sighed again before saying, “I won’t lie to you, Luna. It’s not going to be cheap. I would say… forty gold coins. You can part pay with potions… if you have anything of interest.” She added to make it easier for the bunny girl. She had some experience herself in alchemy thanks to her stint with Maede, the witch that had found her in the Dynx desert, and she was mildly curious as to what this bunny girl had manufactured and if she even had any kind of real skill. If she had some healing potions that would work with Rayvenne’s metabolism, it would be even better as those potions were quite rare and valuable.

Rowan found Natia’s complete submission to be extremely exciting, making his cock throb inside of her. He loved it when a woman was completely subservient. While he wasn’t like most of the men in his clan, he certainly enjoyed a woman who desired to serve him to make sure that his every need was satisfied. And in return, he would make sure that her every need was met. Which would be easy, as she would be stationed as one of his wives at the Palace. Her every need would be attended to, without question. He was, after all, in very good favour with his father. He may only run into any problems if his father died and one of his brothers ascended the throne and felt that he was no longer useful. It had happened in the past, a King expelling or even executing his brothers to prevent them from being a threat to his throne. But if that were to happen, Rowan was confident that he would be able to protect Natia, especially if his brothers eyed her to make her their own. That was not going to happen under Rowan’s watch. He would make sure that she was completely safe, and able to enjoy herself. Rowan could then feel her pussy convulse around his cock, as warm liquid gushed over the length of his cock before squirting out around him to coat his balls, and to run down her legs but she didn’t seem to have noticed, or even cared for that fact. All she wanted was his cock. He watched with lustful golden eyes as she tilted her head towards him as she seemed to try and present her lips and tongue to him. He could see the drunken smile on her lips, and the fact that her beautiful purple eyes were drowning in a haze of lust and pleasure. She looked even more stunningly beautiful with her pleasure stamped across her face for all to see. He was quite confident that after today, she would certainly be coming back to him for more, and he would be able to see that expression on her face each time. He leaned forwards a little more, capturing her lips with his own and twining his tongue with her own. He easily dominated the kiss and began to make out with her deeply. He groaned softly into her mouth, enjoying the feeling of completely taking control of the kiss. After several moments, Rowan pulled his lips away from her mouth. He ran his tongue over his lips to enjoy her lingering taste. He then shifted, keeping his weight pinned down on her shoulders as he continued to ram her hard from behind. He was putting all of his concentration on his thrusts, keeping them powerful and methodical, making sure that they were in a rythme that would not falter. Her pussy felt so amazing that he just didn’t want to stop fucking her small body. His hips sped up until they were almost a blur as he kept fucking her relentlessly and without mercy. He was setting a wild, furious pace. A light film of sweat covered his skin from the effort of fucking her, but his discomfort was easily forgotten due to the incredible feeling of her body wrapped around him as well as the sweet sounds that she was making. Each moan sent a sliver of pleasure down his spine that fuelled his thrusts into her body like a feedback loop. The more she moaned, the harder he fucked her which resulted in even more moans. He knew that by the time he came, the muscles in his thighs were going to be burning, but he felt that it was well worth it to fuck what little sense Natia had, out of her. She already looked far gone, and he hoped that by the time he was finished, he would be unconscious on the tunic.

Location: The Wretched Rat tavern, Delwore. Rayvenne frowned a little in thought when Luna finally identified the kind of dragon she was looking for. The closest population in Craethiel was the ones that were living in the mountains of Enutpen’s Glory, near the Rosayia Forest. It wouldn’t be that much of an arduous journey. Not for her at least. The mountains were taller than the Therarr Mountains, and just as hazardous. Even more so, in some aspects, such as its proximity to the forest where monsters ran amuck. The mountains often felt like a mere extension of the forest itself. But it shouldn’t be all that hard to track down some red dragons there, providing that they can deal with the other kinds of dangers that they might encounter like various ice trolls, mountain lions, mountain wolves and other breeds of dragons that lived there. She was pulled from her thoughts when Luna began to once again talk excitedly over stew. A simple stew that no doubt took little effort to make. Stew that, quite frankly, didn’t smell all that appetising to Rayvenne. But then she had been spoilt by better quality meals in Craethiel’s Capital. It boggled her mind at how lively and excited the little rabbit got over a simple meal like this. It almost bemused her, and it certainly amused the bartender who grinned toothfully at the rabbit girl, “I’ll make sure to tell ‘er.” He said as he poured another tankard of ale and placed it on the bar in front of Rayvenne before he walked off. The dark haired woman gripped the handle of the tankard, about to take a sip of the beverage when the rabbit girl made an offer to share the food. Slowly, Rayvenne turned her head to stare at the smaller woman, blinking a couple of times. She shook her head a little in bemusement before she said, “No thank you, I’m fine as I am.” She wondered why Luna would be so willing to share her food with a complete stranger. Rayvenne certainly wouldn’t be so enthusiastic. But then, it was rare for someone to share their food with her and it always took her back when people treated her with a degree of kindness, because she wasn’t used to it. This cheery little rabbit confused her more than just a little. She was certainly unlike anyone she had ever encountered before. Clearing her throat a little, Rayvenne then said, “I know where you can find a red dragon. They’re not easy to get to, though. I can help you, for a good price. My name is Rayvenne, by the way.” After introducing herself, she looked back at her tankard again and took a sip from it and swallowing the cool liquid. Sometimes, she wished she could get drunk like most people could, but it took so much alcohol that it wasn’t worth the cost in the end. Often her gifts were more of a curse than a blessing, especially in times like this.

Location: Inside Rose’s House Rose’s eyes widened slightly when Halie suggested that her father shared his drinks with her, and that Halie partook often. Rose couldn’t help but to stare at her new friend in shock, not quite having the wits about her to refuse the offer of drinks. Halie seemed much too sweet to be drinking, especially at her age, even if she did dress rather provocatively. Rose doubted she could ever become a casual drinker of alcohol, even if Halie tried to encourage her into it. She had seen what alcohol did to some people, and she didn’t particularly want to end up like that. As long as she and Halie remained in this house at least, they were going to remain sobre. Rose did not have access to her father’s study so even if he had drinks hidden in there, she couldn’t access it. Her attention was diverted when Halie mentioned that she had some questions for her. Rose blushed a little at being called a pretty flower, and she lowered her gaze slightly in embarrassment. Halie seemed to always know the most embarrassing thing to say that would make Rose blush and stutter. Her eyes then snapped up at the question, as her mouth opened and closed for a few moments. Her blush deepened even more and she shook her head vigorously, “N-no! Never! I’ve never even… even kissed a man.” She said it in a soft, embarrassed tone of voice. She looked away again, trying to calm her racing heart, “I… I’m waiting for the right man. I’m saving myself for marriage.” She said, not sure how Halie was going to react to that. She was quite sure that Halie was no virgin, and Rose wasn’t judging her for it. Much like how she never judged any of her old school friends for not being virgins. Saving herself for marriage was a personal choice to her, and it was one that she was determined to stick by. She wasn’t going to let just any old man come along and take her innocence away from her before walking off to the next woman he was going to fuck. No, Rose wasn’t going to let that happen to her. She wanted a man that would fully commit themselves to her. Only then would they be deserving. To try and take some attention from herself, Rose asked, “W-what about you? Have you… ever been with a man?” Location: Star Lite Motel (Moved to Side Story: A Bad Deal.)

Warning: This Side Story will contain scenes of a graphic sexual nature. This includes, but is not limited to, non consensual sex, bondage, rough sex, prostitution. If you find either of these themes distasteful, then please do not read. This thread will not contain any sex; it is an adventure thread. Participants: Zack Winter and Aria Gale. Description: After becoming frustrated with his wife at work, Zack had disappeared to buy alcohol and cigarettes in an effort to calm down. On his way back, he encountered a young, shy prostitute who offered to sell him her virginity. After some consideration, he decided to accept her offer and has taken her to the Star Lite Motel to take advantage of her services. -x-x-x-x-x-x-x- Normally, Zack wouldn’t be able to stand the sight of a woman crying. Especially one so young and innocent. But today, it was bringing out a beast within him that was demanding to allow free reign on this unsuspecting woman. He wasn’t entirely sure if he should give into its demands, and yet he found himself not really caring as to what would happen to this young woman. He didn’t really care for what she wanted. Despite her insistence on a condom unless he paid more, he was going to fuck her without one regardless. He did have some condoms on him, for when he usually fucked prostitutes. After all, he didn’t want to contract an STD from them. But this was a young, innocent young woman. Yet untouched by anyone else. It was a rare chance to go flesh on flesh without the fear of becoming infected with some disease. Plus, he was getting a strange thrill out of taking advantage of this young woman. He supposed it was because of how similar she was to Silvia when they first met. He was going to be taking out his anger and frustrations with his wife, on this young woman. He smirked down at her, his cock twitching at her submissive nature. He shifted so that he was sat on the bed, reaching down and tugging his shirt from his trousers as he said, “Good. Just like how a good whore should be. Now get over here and suck my cock.” He ordered her, wanting to enjoy the sight of this fresh virgin sucking on his cock. If she was good enough, he might even return the favour. Especially if she was shy and embarrassed enough. He wanted to humiliate her which was why he had brought in his bag of goods. He wanted her completely exposed and vulnerable to him so that he could enjoy her fully. His dark green eyes watched her carefully, analysing her every movement and every facial expression.

Daedrin heard Izanagi’s cry of surprise and he swiftly turned around only to see his companion being pulled through a painting, “Izanagi!” He called out, running to try and help him. But he made it to the painting just a moment too late as his companion disappeared through it, and the painting turned completely blank as if it had nothing inside of it. He put his gloved hands on the now blank canvas and pushed lightly on it, but it was as if it was a solid painting, “Fucking damn it.” Daedrin cursed before he pulled away with a light frown. It stood to reason that it was a local anomaly, so that meant that Izanagi was in the mansion somewhere. Daedrin just hoped he had not landed in the laps of the priests here, otherwise they were going to try and offer him as a sacrifice to Torak. Which meant that Daedrin was going to need to find him, and soon, before he got into any trouble. Daedrin turned and headed down the corridor, heading deeper into the mansion complex. The building was absolutely massive, and he knew that it was pretty much a maze inside. As he walked deeper, he began to notice something. His telepathy was being dampened, almost like a blanket that was shrouding itself around his mind to prevent him from being able to reach out. He had previously been keeping his mind closed as he didn’t want any of the cultists being able to sense him. But now it was completely blocked out, and it felt a little disorientating as if he had one of his senses blocked out. He tried to shift into his Eldyr form, but found that he wasn’t able to which suggested that his abilities were being dampened. However his Daedrin abilities seemed completely unaffected. This confused him for a few moments before he realised what it must be. Daedrin Prison Stone, a stone that was often used in Daedric prisons to suppress the powers of non-Daedric prisoners. It had no effect on Daedric abilities, though, allowing the Daedric Guards to move around and continue their guarding duties at will. It also meant that Izanagi’s abilities were more than likely suppressed as well, preventing him from being able to defend himself to the best of his abilities. This meant that Daedrin had to be more cautious as well as he had considerably less resources available to him as well and if he used his Daedric abilities, the cultists would likely target him. He grimaced at the thought as he continued to silently move through the halls of the mansion. He was beginning to approach the more populated areas, as his sensitive smell and hearing was able to pick up the movements of the priests and Hounds. Daedrin sincerely hoped that his scent wasn’t caught by one of the Hounds. They would no doubt track him with ease that the humans could not. Them, he could escape from. The Hounds not so much. Daedrin found himself by a set of stairs that lead upwards, and he unthinkingly moved towards them and ascended onto the second floor. He could hear voices in the distance, as well as prayer-like muttering. He hid in a shadowy alcove of the wall as he heard several footsteps approaching his position. He stilled his breathing, reducing his noise signature to an absolute minimum as two figures passed him. They were both dressed in long black robes with a black sash around their waist. Their hood was lined in a green material, marking them as relatively low level priests. Most likely initiates. Daedrin allowed them to pass him by, and when he was sure that they were out of range, he slipped out of his hiding place and continued down the corridor. He then halted when a stench assaulted his nose, almost making him gag and throw up. The stench of burning flesh hung heavily on the air, clawing down into his throat and making his stomach twist in disgust. He almost stumbled back and returned the way he came, but he pushed that impulse aside and continued forwards. He came to a heavy iron door that was blackened from age. Carefully, he opened it up and peered through it as the stench became even stronger. His eyes widened slightly when he found himself staring into the main ritual chamber. He was on the upper level, able to view down without being disturbed and he had a good view of the entire room. There were rows of mats where worshippers were grovelling, uttering prayers in an ugly language that involved a lot of snarling and spitting. At the very front of the room was a stone altar. It was hard to tell what kind of stone it was, or what its original colour was as it had become blackened from the amount of blood that had sunk into every pore of the rock. It was so stained with the blood of innocents, that Daedrin doubted that all the water from the Earth’s oceans could cleanse it. Behind the altar was a pit of fire, which was always maintained to perpetually burn. He knew that it was a sacrilege to allow them to wither and die out. His gaze then shifted to a stone pillar just behind the fire that had Torak’s mark, a black dragon. Just underneath that was a pitch black stone that had runes on it that looked demonic. That must be the relic that Izanagi was after, which would present a problem as the main ritual chamber was the most populated area of the mansion. His attention was then diverted when he heard a loud, panicked scream. He then watched as a couple of tall priests carried in a sacrifice through the main chamber door, walking down between the gap created by the other priests. The victim was screaming, squirming in their grip in a vain attempt to break free. They had been stripped completely naked, but Daedrin doubted that at this moment in time, the man cared for that little detail. A figure stepped out of the shadows, wearing a similar black robe to the other priests, but his hood was pushed back. The man looked old, his skin taking on the shade of slightly spoilt milk as the shadowed lines dug deep into his face. He had long hair, and a long beard, both of which a bone white in colour. He was thin, almost emaciated, giving Daedrin the impression of a walking corpse. The mans dark eyes were glittering with cruelty and madness. Daedrin’s eyes focused on the rim of the hood to see what colour it was, as that signified a priests rank. Green was low level, with purple being that of a high rank priest that has become skilled with sorcery. Red meant a Hierarch which was the next step up, a step that very few priests managed. Daedrin could see that for this man, it was pure black in colour, meaning that this man was the only surviving Disciple of Torak. The man stepped forwards, a jewelled dagger being held in his hands. He stepped up the altar as the two priests brought the sacrifice over, bending him over the altar as he continued to scream and beg for his life. He was ignored by the priests as the man holding the dagger held it aloft almost reverently before he brought it down and callously dug it into the victim's chest. The victim began to scream even louder as blood poured from the fresh wound. The Disciple continued to slowly slice down the man's chest before pulling his rib cage open, uncaring for the intense pain the sacrifice was experiencing. He then cut out the man's cut, causing his screams to become quiet as he died. The Disciple then straightened and turned towards the fire, holding the bloody heart aloft, as red rivers began to run down the flesh of his arm, “Behold, My Lord and God Torak! Our humble offering to you! In the hopes that you will one day return and grace us with your divine presence!” He intoned, his voice throbbing with longing. He then dropped the heart on the fire, watching as it quickly turned black as it was burnt. A loud gong echoed through the chamber, causing Daedrin’s teeth to chatter slightly as the other priests bowed towards the altar. The two that had carried in the sacrifice, picked up the dead body and dragged it away to burn it in one of their waste pit fires. The only part of the body that Torak was interested in, was the heart. The rest of it could be discarded. Daedrin pulled away from the door, closing it behind him as he clenched his teeth as he was trying to stop himself from waltzing in there and killing each and every one of them. He could certainly understand why his father felt the need to bring Torak down. His religion was disgusting and caused great suffering to those unlucky enough to encounter it. As much as he wanted to give this place a proper cleansing, he had to find Izanagi. Judging from the fact that no one seemed to be rushing around, his friend must not have been discovered. Or if he had, he had taken care of the problem with ease and without drawing attention to himself. Daedrin turned and walked off down the corridor, feeling his skin crawling in anger and disgust. So deep into his anger and disgust, that he wasn’t really paying attention to his surroundings. Thus when he turned a corner, he found himself facing a couple of priests and a large Hound. Daedrin cursed to himself as he reached towards his sword and pulling it out as he glared at the three of them. They didn’t seem too bothered, as one of the priests smirked darkly, “It appears we have our next sacrifice to our beloved God.” He said before his fellow cultist chuckled darkly. The Hound stirred, sniffing at the air before its upper lips curled and it let out a soft growl, “Not so fast… this scent of this one is… familiar… it smells like the one that took Our Lord away.” The Hound said, sniffing at the air again, “Yes… smells so much like him…” The Hounds dark eyes gleamed with delight, “A son… yes… He must be the son of the one that took Lord Torak away!” The two priests eyes widened before they seemed to gleam with glee, “Oh really? Then his life will be sacrificed to bring back Our Lord! Go, go and tell the Holy Disciple!” The second priest ordered, causing the Hound to turn and run off. Daedrin cursed, as what he didn’t want happening, had happened. His cover was blown, and they would no doubt swarm onto him in an attempt to overpower him. Trying to seem nonchalant about it, he rotated one of his shoulders in a slight shrug, “I wouldn’t bother… You’ll never be able to sacrifice me. That will never bring Torak back. I was just passing through… but if you insist on trying to go after me, well… I might just end up finishing the job my father started.” He said, raising his sword. The two cultists looked enraged before charging at him with daggers raised. Daedrin gripped his sword in both hands, raising it so that the tip was pointed towards the ceiling. When they were close enough, Daedrin stepped forwards while swinging his sword down, easily slicing through the two cult members. The two bodies slumped to the floor, the blood spilling onto the worn looking carpet. Daedrin then turned and ran off, keeping his sword out as he knew that he was going to be chased through the maze-like halls of Torak’s Mansion.

Location: The Wretched Rat tavern, Delwore. “You’re very welcome, Luna.” The bartender said with a sadistic smirk as he looked over at the still glaring Rayvenne. The small woman gave him a sneer of disgust before tearing her gaze from him and looking at the small bunny girl as she began to hop from one stool to the other, coming ever closer. Rayvenne wondered why the girl wouldn’t just get down off of her stool and walk the distance. She heard the bartender chuckle darkly before his footsteps retreated, heading into the kitchen to inform his wife that there was a hungry customer to serve food for. Once the girl was sitting next to her, one of Rayvenne’s dark eyebrows rose at her introduction. She had already heard her name and occupation while talking to the bartender. No doubt everyone did. It made the dark haired woman want to question why she was so open about her greetings, but the question died on her lips before it even began to form. She wasn’t interested. It wasn’t her business to know, either. Instead, she took another sip from her tankard before putting it down again, “Right… That’s very… specific.” She said, her tone sarcastic before she asked, “What kind of dragon are you after? A Forest Dragon? Water Dragon? Ice Dragon? A Wyvern? A Faerie dragon? A Dragon Anthro? A Zeta’muluri? An Eldyr Dragon? There are hundreds of different dragons types. I can’t help you if you don’t even know what you’re looking for exactly. You’ll spend eternity wandering around Craethiel.” She looked away from the girl once again, sipping on her ale. Clearly this young woman was inexperienced when it came to tracking down what she wanted. She didn’t even particularly care why she wanted to meet a dragon. Whether it was to try and slay it, or make friends, it mattered little to Rayvenne. All she cared about was the coin going into her purse, and there was no way she could even try and come up with a charge for this excitable bunny if she had no idea what it was that she was supposed to track down as not all dragons lived in the same area as one another. Moments after her questions, the bartender came over with a bowl of thick stew that had chunks of meat and vegetables floating around, along with a plate with a generous portion of bread. He put them down in front of Luna, “I hope you enjoy.” He said before looking at Rayvenne with a sneer, “Another drink?” He asked. Rayvenne glowered at the man before finishing her tankard and holding out the cup to him, “Yes.” She said, without even bothering to ask politely. Politeness had been long lost between the two of them, especially after today. She might help Luna, if the price was high enough. She would want the extra money to have to put up with her cheery attitude.

Now that I've finished playing my game I will get to my posts. Just watching something first *excuses* xD

Then I will do that at some point today. Sorry I didn't end up doing a post the other day, I had forgotten lol I'm still recovering from a rather nasty cold and it slipped my mind.

I imagine it has reached the point for a side story where Zack and Aria?

Location: The Wretched Rat tavern, Delwore. Rayvenne was rather enjoying the peace and quiet that had pervaded the tavern since her arrival. Most of the men present were peering into the depths of their tankards, not even looking up at each other, let alone at her. It was something that Rayvenne liked, as opposed to the obnoxious talking and brawling that occured in most taverns she had, had the pleasure of visiting. She herself was staring into her tankard, wondering if there were going to be any good jobs at Dragon’s Eye. It was the only reason she went there, plus it was one of the more friendly places in Craethiel. The Zeta’s that generally ran the town rather liked her, unlike in other towns where people treated her with suspicion and sometimes outright hostility. She took a swig of her drink, putting the tankard down on the table before she leaned back. It was at that point the door flung open to reveal a small rabbit girl. Rayvenne looked over at her as the other patrons stared at her in surprise as she happily greeted everyone. She got a few grins and greetings in return, people obviously appreciating her rather friendly demeanor and her happy appearance. To Rayvenne though, it came off as rather cloying and her lips twisted a little. Surely no one was that happy. It made her wonder what kind of drugs this young woman appeared to be on. She was just far too happy for the miserable atmosphere of this building. This was a place where people went to drink away their sorrow. The bartender looked at this newcomer with barely concealed amusement as he watched her pull herself up on the stool and slap down a few copper coins. After she made her request, he turned his head towards Rayvenne, who was practically glaring at him because she knew exactly what he was planning on doing. While she was after a job, she wasn’t sure if she was desperate enough to accept to help this overly cheery young woman. The bar tender though, clearly enjoying her discomfort, looked back at the rabbit girl, “Well, you’re just in luck little lady.” He said with an amused smirk before he pointed at Rayvenne with his dirty washcloth, “Just so happens that we have a monster hunter sitting right there. She can help you track down the dragon you want.” He said, putting the cloth down as he drew out a small glass along with a ceramic jug that had fresh milk inside. He poured out a glass full before putting it down on the bar in front of the rabbit girl and saying, “Why don’t you take this and sit by her. My missus will give you some good food. There’s a nice stew on the fire, and bread baked just fresh today.” Rayvenne’s glare intensified as she raised her tankard again and took a sip of her drink, wishing that she was already far gone in drink.

(Due to inactivity, I’m moving Rayvenne on) Location: Delwore. Rayvenne reached Delwore, having decided to swing by the town when she realised that she didn’t quite have enough supplies to reach Dragon’s Eye. She had left Liva on the edge of town as there was a family that was in need of her talents and Rayvenne certainly wasn’t going to wait around. Waiting around for other people didn’t tend to fill her coin purse, especially if she wasn’t being paid to wait around. She wasn’t the kind of person that liked to linger in one place for too long. People were uncomfortable with her presence so she preferred to move on, rather than put up with their suspicious glares. She lead Maedoc through the town, not bothering to dismount. Due to the narrow streets, she was taking up most of the room with the horse. The local residents were glaring at her, but didn’t bother trying to confront her when she answered their glares with cool dark eyes that caused the words to die on their lips. Besides, she would be taking up just as much if she wasn’t riding Maedoc. It wasn’t as if he suddenly shrunk when she dismounted him. She was heading towards the local tavern, to perhaps purchase a room for the night and to have something to drink. She had spent most of her time here already shopping for food supplies. With it nearing towards the end of the day, it would be better if she stayed the night rather than started out right now. And while the villagers might not want her here, they weren’t currently cursing her out or demanding that she leave. At least, not yet. Raeghan wasn’t with her right now. He was scoping the surrounding area. He very rarely came into towns with her unless she was on a job, or he needed to come with her. Most people weren’t comfortable with familiars, especially with their association with witches. It was even worse when one considered the fact that he was a raven, which was a bird that was commonly associated with death. He was about as welcome as she was in populated areas. It was then that she noticed a message board on the side of the path. She pulled the reins, pulling Maedoc to a stop causing the huge black horse to snort and paw at the ground, “Behave.” She scolded him before she dismounted from him, jumping down onto the dirt road. She took hold of his reins by his chin and pulled him forwards to the message board so that she could see if there were any jobs that she could do. Her dark eyes roamed over the pieces of paper that were pinned. Most of it was trivial stuff, like offering a cooking pot for sale, another offering their services as a carpenter and even a father that was advertising for his unwed, virgin daughter to invite a young man to date and marry her. She snorted softly. Absolutely nothing worth her time. She didn’t even find the missing persons or pets interesting. Clearly they weren’t bothered that much by monsters around here, “Well, Maedoc. We might as well continue on our way.” She said softly before leading him further down the street to the nearby tavern. She took the large horse into the stable and into one of the stalls. She had stayed here before, and while the tavern owner wasn’t friendly, he had never turned her away. So she unsaddled Maedoc so that he wouldn’t get any sores before she left him in the stall with food and water to occupy him. She entered through the front of the tavern, and walked up to the bar where a large man stood cleaning a tankard with a dirty washcloth. He was also quite fat, his stomach boiling out over his trousers and just barely covered by his dirty cloth top. His brown hair was stringy with oil and grease and he had a messy mustache. Despite his unkempt appearance, he ran a good tavern and his wife was actually a good cook. The man looked up at her with a slight sneer, “Back so soon Rayvenne?” He asked. “Unfortunately.” She responded in a cold tone before putting ten copper pieces on the counter, “I’ll have a room for the night. And a tankard of ale.” She ordered. The man put down the tankard he was cleaning and picked up the coins. He inspected them for a moment before saying, “Last door on the right is free.” He then slipped the money into his coin purse before turning and drawing her up a drink. He then turned and gave it to her, to which she picked it up and retreated to the table in the furthest corner so that she could attract as little attention as possible. She sat herself down, turning her black eyes to everyone else, who avoided her eyes. She snorted slightly before taking a ship of her drink.

The moment Izanagi started speaking, Daedrin turned his entire focus on the man. He nodded his head at the description of the relic, filing that information away so that when he encountered the relic, he would know it was what his companion was after. One of his eyebrows rose when Izanagi cautioned against him touching the relic, as he wasn’t a demon like Izanagi. That much was true, at the very least, as Daedrin was half Daedra which wasn’t the same kind of demon as Izanagi, or Odium. Even if he was able to touch it due to his Daedra heritage, his Eldyrannth heritage might have some trouble as Eldyrannth and demons didn’t mix very well. Which was why a hybrid like himself was very hard to come across. He was one of only a handful in recorded history. Especially in this time period. But he kept his mouth shut on that and simply nodded, “I won’t touch it. Besides, it sounds like it belongs to you, not me. I will just help you try and find it.” He said in a low tone. He moved towards the door, pausing when he got to it as he pressed his ear against the wood. He was silent for a few moments, trying to hear movement outside, but he couldn’t hear any. Daedrin pulled away from the door and gripped the handle which he slowly turned before cautiously pulling the door open. To his relief, the hinges didn’t squeak, which would have no doubt raised a couple of eyebrows. When the door was open enough, he poked his head around it to look into the corridor. It was pitch black, with no lights which suggested that this area of the mansion wasn’t often used. It was also quite cold, the chill in the air clinging to him like claws, causing a shiver to run up his spine. He opened his mouth slightly, taking a sharp intake of air before closing his mouth and pressing his tongue up against the roof of his mouth. Other than the taste of dust, and slightly stale air, there was nothing of concern in the immediate area. The scent of humans and Hounds was quite old, possible years old, suggesting that this area was abandoned. “It’s clear.” He whispered back over his shoulder at Izanagi before opening the door a little further and slipping into the corridor. He looked up and down, trying to pinpoint where they were, judging it from what he saw of the outside of the mansion. If he was correct, then the way to the front door was to their right, while the left lead further into the mansion. So he turned left and began to lead the way down the quiet corridor, “Watch your step.” He warned in a low voice due to how dark it was. He could barely see. He reached out, his gloved fingers running along what felt like wooden panels. He drew back his fingers, wondering just how this mansion managed to survive with such neglect. His only theory was that Torak had used a spell on the mansion, causing it to withstand the elements with little trouble, even if his worshippers were less than vigilant on keeping the place neat and tidy. He paused for a moment as he looked up to see a painting on the wall but, due to how dark it was, he couldn’t see the contents of the painting. Not particularly caring about the artistic tastes of a cult, he continued on, passing other paintings hung on the wall. He paused when he saw a shadowy distortion on the wall, and reached out to find that it was a door. He found the door knob and twisted it before peering inside. It was some kind of study, the furniture worn and tattered looking. He sniffed slightly before pulling his head back, “I doubt it’s in there. It’s an old study.” He said in a soft whisper before he closed the door and continued on down the dark corridor.

It took a few moments for Natia’s demand to sink into his lust-addled brain and he couldn’t help but to smirk, loving the fact that she was so willing to concede to being his mate. A part of him did hope that she would be able to mother his children, but he wouldn’t be disappointed if she couldn’t. He would love her all the same. Her commands, and demands for him to fuck her harder and faster were ones that he could not resist. The feeling of her pussy gripping around his cock was driving him wild with mating lust, and he wanted nothing more than to just keep going and ploughing her until she lost consciousness. His grip on her hips tightened, his nails digging into her soft flesh. His hips pounded against hers, making the skin of her arse ripple with each powerful thrust as he slammed his cock repeatedly into her body. He watched as the strength of her arms seemed to fail her, and her face was now pressed into the tunic below them. The smirk widened at the sight, feeling pleased that he was fucking her that good. He let go of her hips, his hands trailing up the sides of her body, pressing hard against it so that he could feel her warm skin underneath his fingers. He then gripped her shoulders, using the grip to pull her back into him. It forced her back to arch down, thrusting her arse up further and changing the angle of his cock to better aim at her sweet spot so that he could repeatedly slam himself into it. He leaned down further, pressing his lips against the soft skin of her neck. He decided to tease her a little, opening his mouth and running his tongue across the pale skin before gently nipping at her neck. Then, without warning, he sank his fangs into her with a deep, possessive growl as he once again claimed her as a mate. He almost moaned at the taste of her sweet blood as it filled his mouth. He sucked hard, drawing out as much as he could, as some of the blood spilled out around his lips to trail down her skin and to drip onto the tunic. Finally, he managed to summon the will to pull his teeth from her flesh and to run his hot tongue across the open wounds. Not once during this entire ordeal did he falter in the rhythm of his thrusts into her. He licked every drop of blood from the wound until the bleeding slowed down. He then kissed his way up to her small ear and nibbled on the shell before growling in a possessive manner, “You’re mine, Natia. Completely mine. My mate.” His words were accompanied by a much harder thrust. He was keeping her weight pinned beneath his own, by pushing her shoulders down against the tunic. She was completely vulnerable to his thrusting hips as he slammed them against hers. His cock was sliding so deep inside of her, that the smoothly pointed tip slammed against the entrance of her womb with each thrust. His balls swung, slapping her clit with every thrust. He was fucking her with the intention of drawing out multiple orgasms from her tiny body. And while he was never the jealous kind of lover, he wanted to ensure that she knew that his cock was the best, so she would always return to him. He wanted her to desire him, so he wanted to give her the best sex for her very first experience.

Location: Outside Laundry Room, Naughty Cow Dairy When Alvina heard what the contents of the book was, she almost scratched her head nervously. She was correct; it certainly was beyond her reading level. While she had the ability of magic, she was very clumsy when it came to its application. The last time she had tried magic, it had some very unintended side effects. While it had been fun, it was not something she wanted to repeat. She even screwed up the most basic of spells, and had resigned herself to the fact that magic was just something she should not do. It made her wonder if there was something seriously wrong with her. She gave Evelyn a small smile, “Don’t worry about it. Magic isn’t exactly my thing. I don’t think I would understand you if you started getting carried away.” She said and while self-depreciating, it was quite true. Just anything magic just couldn’t hold in her mind, no matter how hard her mother had tried to teach her. The knowledge just disappeared. She had not performed a single successful spell. She then heard David’s voice from inside the room and she turned her head towards the door as he seemed to be asking for help. “Sorry. Excuse me for a few moments.” Alvina said, slipping her phone back into her jean pocket before she knocked gently on the door in warning, “Alright, I’m coming in to help!” She said, hoping that he would get himself decent, or hidden at the very least. She opened up the door slightly and slipped into the room, resolutely keeping her gaze fixed on the floor as she closed the door behind her, “What’s the problem?” She asked him, hoping it was something that she could fix easily and thus be on her way quickly. Just knowing he was potentially naked made her feel weird, as she had never been around a man like this before.

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Daedrin pulled his attention from the wasteland to look at Izanagi as he explained why they were there. A subtle frown formed between his eyebrows, “Yes…” He said in agreement to removing this sin relic from the hands of the cultists. He knew that there were still some humans around in the mansion, who were still fanatically loyal to their own Master. They were dangerous on their own, especially if they were so revenge driven. Daedrin just hoped that didn’t figure out who he was, otherwise he was going to be hunted relentlessly by them, seeking to tear his hearts out in an attempt to bring their dark God back. It wouldn’t work, but they wouldn’t understand that. And while he could easily fend them off, he would prefer to keep himself as low key as possible, especially if Izanagi was there. He turned his attention back to the wasteland around them as he continued to lead Izanagi through the dead forest. He kept a constant eye out for Hounds, but he didn’t use his telepathy to try and pinpoint any hostiles. While the Hounds couldn’t sense it, the priests certainly could, and they would track him all the way back and thus bring every hostile being within a few mile radius. While it would make for an entertaining fight, it increased the chance of them being hurt and it would also be a long drawn-out fight. Not exactly what they had asked for. As they walked, they passed dead trees and glowing fungus as well as pools of stinking stagnant water. While Daedrin’s night vision wasn’t the best, he could still see relatively well as they entered the pitch blackness of the cloud cover. It was so dark it was indeed light night had descended upon them, despite Daedrin’s instinctual knowledge that it was daytime. It felt so very wrong. The two of them managed to get quite close to the mansion without being spotted, maneuvering around the patrols to keep out of sight and scent. Daedrin was just glad for the overwhelming smells that would cover their scent tracks. They came to the wall that surrounded the mansion, before he pulled Daegrin to a stop. He looked up and down before he saw a grate that hid an alcove from view. He pulled Daegrin towards it before coming to a stop and dismounting. He looked into the grate and saw that it was a tunnel that lead onto the mansion grounds. He turned and looked at Izanagi before whispering, “It would be a good idea to leave the horses in this alcove. They should be protected enough in here.” Daegrin gave an indignant snort, as if protesting being left outside, causing Daedrin to tell him, “We’re not going to fit your big arse into the mansion corridors, Daegrin. You’re going to need to protect Lucky.” Daegrin snorted again, sounding less irritated this time. Daedrin turned back to the grate and gripped into it. He used telekinesis to grip into the hinges and to shift them slightly so that they wouldn’t create a racket. He pulled the grate open before waving the others inside. Once they were in, he followed behind them, carefully closing the grate behind him. He took one more look outside before he moved around the others to the grate in front of them before repeating the action with the second grate, “Come on Izanagi.” He said softly. Once his companion was through, he closed the gate behind them. He then turned around and looked up towards the actual building. He could see that a few of the windows had glows within, causing him to whisper, “There are definitely people inside.” The building was made from a dark coloured brick and was covered in dead vines that clung to the structure making it look diseased. Despite how old the building was, it was in a very good condition and looked safe to be moving around. Daedrin indicated for Izanagi to follow him as he moved along the wall, his steps silent in the darkness. The front door would no doubt be guarded, so he was looking for an alternative entrance to the building so that they could sneak inside. He came to a pause when he saw an open window that was low enough for them to climb into. Daedrin glanced around before he moved over to it and peered inside. It looked to be some kind of small lounge, with rather worn looking furniture. There was a layer of dust on everything, and some debris in the corner of the room, suggesting that this wasn’t used very often. He waved Izanagi over and pointed at the window, silently telling him that they would gain entrance through here. Daedrin went in first, gripping the window frame and hauling himself up, only to quietly slide into the building. Once inside, he stood up and moved away from the window on silent feet. Every sense was alert, but right now he couldn’t hear anything.

Rowan took several moments to enjoy the view of Natia’s gaping cunt as his cum slowly leaked from the orifice into the tunic below. It was a beautiful sight, one he just couldn’t look away from for several long moments. He then reached forwards and gave her right arse cheek a light spank that caused the beautiful white skin to redden slightly, but it was not hard enough to cause any kind of discomfort. At this point Rowan wasn’t sure what boundaries Natia had when it came to being in pain. Perhaps that was something they could explore later, since Rowan knew that sometimes he could be a little rough and thus he wanted to know what she could, and couldn’t handle. Right now, though, he just wanted to fuck her to the point where she will have a very good night's sleep. Rowan used the hand that he had spanked her with to grip onto his still rock hard cock. He then pushed the tip against the entrance of her pussy. He could feel the hot juices against the flesh of his cock which had cooled in the evening air. Thus it felt like heaven when he pushed back inside of her tight body, his cock becoming wrapped by her velvety walls that caressed the length of his dick lovingly as the heat of her body warmed his cock up. He paused for several moments, his cock balls deep inside of her, to appreciate the feeling of her body. Her pussy was one of the best he had ever had the pleasure of fucking. He leaned over her, her body so small that he was able to easily press his face into her neck where he nipped at her pale skin before he pulled his hips back and pushed them back into her. He did several thrusts, almost fully pulling his cock out before pushing it back inside of her. Each time, his thrusts became harder, using his strong muscles to slam his cock into her. After a few minutes, Rowan straightened as he took a grip of her slim hips. He used his grip on her to hold her in place as he began to pick up the pace, slamming his hips against hers. He looked down, enjoying the sight of his cock sinking deep into her body before being pulled out again only to repeat the action. Filling her body repeatedly with his cock hard, throbbing cock. It felt incredible, and he allowed his self control to slip. His hips continued speeding up, as he began to slam his hips against hers as hard as he could, pulling her back into him as he began to fuck her hard, once again allowing himself to drown in his lust. He was hoping to fuck her to the point where she wasn’t going to be walking straight the next day.