The Druid's Call (Open to One Female)

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Synopsis: When an attractive female scout finds herself captured by an evil dark druid, what kind of future will await her? Obviously she won't be making it back to her elves, but will she survive the encounter, will the druid make her his personal plaything, or does he have an idea on how to use her voluptuous body to make a quick buck?

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Cassius sighed silently as he looked at the back of his hand. His mission today was to stand guard over the forest. Apparently some snob noble wanted timber from the elder elf trees because he thought that it would yield incredible magic. Really, Cassius had never seen what was so special about the elves. He really didn't actually like them very much. They were even more snooty than the nobles that he kept finding himself working with. They always acted like they were the ones who should be in charge of the planet, and treated the humans like inferior animals. As a result, the mention of something that would upset the elves as well as let him collect a paycheck was something that he was willing to run in for.

He took a long breath as he thought about how he had ended up here. The noble had thought that with the elves and all of their 'nature magic' that it would be best to have a druid in his ranks to protect his forces from something scary. What the man had suggested as the idea of the trees getting up and joining the elves in crushing out this little party of thieves that he was sending in.

The idea was pathetic. His little band of thieves were going to be nothing but a blip on the radar to the elves and their archers. If they managed to make it to the elder trees he would be exceptionally surprised, but once they got there they were going to be mowed down by the elves like they were nothing. Of course the elf scouts would probably find them as soon as they entered the forests. In all honesty, he would be surprised if they were still alive. They didn't have the skills to hide in the trees like he did.

He took a few long breaths before looking back to the canopy of leaves. He considered this for a few long moments. This was boring and he probably wasn't going to get his pay when he went back because the man's troops had no chance of getting what they were here for...maybe he could just sneak in and grab the timber and get out...that might be enough to get his pay...

He adjusted the thick green cloak that he was wearing around his body, his dark eyes looking over the situation for a few moments. This couldn't be too bad.

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hope you don't mind

"Halt!" cried a strong feminine voice from behind the man in a green cloak. She stood strong, arrow notched in her bow, ready to fire. She'd already eliminated two of the intruders that dared cross into her forest. Bright blue eyes narrowed dangerously as she stared at the one before her. There was something about his stance that cried confidence.

"Turn around," she ordered with a vicious growl. Avery crinkled her nose slightly, feeling the trees' worry at the presence of the intruders. She was connected with the world like all her people were. Even though she was just a lowly scout, Avery liked to take pride in the parts she played for her fellow elves and if that involved guarding a dying forest then so be it.

She stood tall at a good 5'7'', though she was short by elven standards. She had long blond hair that was tied back in a cruel pony tail. She was wearing leather armor that hugged her form nicely. In all honesty, she wasn't that skilled of an archery, but hopefully he wouldn't call her bluff. The other two intruders she'd eliminated were pure luck. They ran into her arrows.

Of course I don't mind. I was eager to have someone join.

He couldn't help but have a vicious smile cross his lips as she issued him the order to halt. He lowered his arms so that they were hanging at his sides. He took a long breath as he looked up at the canopy of leaves above him and then slowly turned so that he was facing her, just as she had ordered him to. He looked at her with his dark eyes, bringing his hands up to pull back his hood a little bit, letting it fall around him, his short dark hair around his head. He looked at her for a moment, looking at the bow she had steadied on him. Well, actually, he wasn't sure how steady she was. He stared at her for a moment and then smiled, still looking at her.

He slowly started to move towards her. He didn't seem to be that frightened by her bow and arrow. His eyes stared into hers as he moved forward slowly, "An elf..." He was hoping to get close enough to her to have closed the distance before she managed to let the arrow fly. He was sure that he'd survive one arrow strike though. He watched her closely before speaking very softly, "Your issue to 'halt' amuses me." He smirked as he looked at her, continuing to try and close the distance, "I wasn't doing anything. Perhaps you'd like to clarify what exactly you wanted me to halt."

Avery flinched as he started moving toward her. She blinked with uncertainty. She fought hard to not step back as he stepped forward. His appearance was dark yet striking. He seemed to be the complete opposite of her - dark hair versus light and the same with the eyes.

your issue to 'halt' amuses me.

The bow started to shake slightly in her hand. She tried to steady herself and aim it correctly at the intruder. She licked her lips uneasily as he spoke.

"S-stay where you are! Come any closer and I will let this arrow loose straight for your heart!" She tried to speak with a very authoritative tone, but she was left fumbling with her words. "Th-that's what I mean by halt!"

Cassius sighed softly as the girl shook a little bit. She was trying so hard to look like she had authority. He smiled softly as he looked at her and then brought his hand up, his fingers pointing to the very tip of her arrow. He smiled softly as he looked at her for a few moments and then spoke very softly, "Really..." His fingers glowed green and suddenly the arrow had started sprouted like it was still an actual branch attached to a tree. The bow seemed to sprout leaves and small vines as well. He smiled softly as he looked at her for a few moments before speaking softly, "So, elf..." His eyes stared into hers for a moment, "Was that your only plan?" He smiled as he looked at her carefully.

He knew that the girl would attempt something, and also knew that it would be fun to see what she came up with. He smiled. He really hadn't figured that he'd find anything interesting on this trip. He smirked as he looked at her for a few more moments before slowly lowering his arm. He continued to look at the girl, and the vines and leaves continued to sprout off of the wooden weapons that she had, moving towards her fingers. His eyes had stayed on hers though. The struggle with the plants would be interesting. He continued to move forward again.

Bright blue eyes widened as her arrow started to sprout leaves like it was growing. So he wasn't human. She should have known. His confidence was unearthly for just a simple human. Her eyes narrowed after a moment as he continued to watch her with a sly smirk on his face. The leaves and vines started to move toward her hand which gripped the arrow tightly between her fingers.

Was that your only plan?

Quite suddenly, Avery threw her bow and arrow to the ground. She pulled out a dagger and gripped it tightly. "No," she hissed dangerously as her eyes narrowed to a harsh glare.

He rolled his eyes when she pulled her dagger. How simple. He watched her closely for a few moments and then spoke in the same soft voice that could almost remind someone of warm honey, "Really? Your next plan is to attack me at close range?" He let a soft groan of displeasure slide past his lips. If she was going to be difficult about all of this, "Well...it seems that you are eager for a confrontation with me." He brought his hand up as if he was waving her away, but the motion was actually more sinister than that. Vines seemed to burst from the earth and wrap around her ankles, holding her to the ground where she was. His dark eyes remained set on her clear blue ones for a few moments longer, "So tell me, Elf. What name shall I give you?"

He took another step forward, knowing that a slash still probably wouldn't reach him from this distance. His smile seemed empty and sinister somehow. He gripped at his chin as he looked her over carefully. Well...he really didn't have all that much respect for the elves, but he had to say, their females were quite beautiful specimens. He could imagine having quite a lot of fun with this one, as long as it was possible to tame her properly. That might take some time. He examined her carefully as he tried to decide if it was worth taming her. She seemed to be trying to push herself off as some kind of warrior or something. He stared at her for another long moment before speaking again, "I'll also need your rank."

Really? Your next plan is to attack me at close range?

Avery opened her mouth to shoot back at him, but she couldn't think of anything to say. What exactly could she say? Uh... yes? She bit on her lower lip, lost for words. Lucky for her, she had an excuse not to come back with anything because quite suddenly vines sprouted out from the ground and gripped her ankles and legs tightly. She gasped in surprised and dropped her dagger, looking down at the living vines around her. She hissed as he came toward her. She was quite the strange elf. She lacked the natural grace of them and the skills the seemed to hold above the other races of the planet.

So tell me, Elf. What name shall I give you?

"I will never give you my name!" she told him with a vicious hiss. "Now leave!" she ordered despite the fact that she had no power over him at all. I'll also need your rank. She stiffened at his next request and she was silent for a few moments. "I am the daughter of one of the members of the elven high council and your attack on me will come with severe consequences." She was lying of course, but she was hoping he wouldn't call her on her bluff.

He sighed and leaned down, picking up the dagger that she had intended to use against him, gripping it between his thumb and forefinger, picking it up like one would pick up a dead rat, or something else that they really didn't want to touch. He then straightened up and looked at her for a moment, "If you were the daughter of a high elf, you would not be out here alone, and you would not be dressed as you are." He spun the blade in his fingers, grasping the handle tightly as he looked at her carefully, as if he could find the answer by peering at her. He sighed softly, "My guess is that you also aren't actually one of the elvish rogues or hunters either, seeing how you didn't shoot your arrow through my throat before you announced yourself..." He looked at her for a long moment and then simply shook his head, "So what are you? A commoner who decided to go out for a walk? A simple scout?"

He sighed softly. She probably wasn't going to give him the answer to that question either. She was going to either try to keep up with her ruse that she was more important than she actually was, or she was going to tell him that she was some form of warrior. That would be a humorous lie, but he was almost at the point where he'd pretend to believe her for the benefits of such things. He watched her eyes carefully, "Please tell me your name. I'd hate to have to make up one for you."

She saw the way he picked up her dagger and it made her eyes narrow in disrespect. Who in the forest's name did he think he was?! Her lips pulled back into a noticeable snarl. So what are you? A commoner who decided to go out for a walk? A simple scout? She started to struggle with a renewed force. "I told you!" she hissed. "My father will have your head for treating me in such a manner!" Avery's tongue was really digging a grave. She didn't know when to admit to lying, and she didn't know when it was smart to just back down and become submissive to save a lot of trouble and pain. "Now I demand that you remove these bindings!" she ordered with authority she didn't possess. She started to wonder where her fellow elves were. Granted, she did move idiotically move away from her search party, but they should have been able to hear her struggles, shouldn't they?

Please tell me your name. I'd hate to have to make up one for you.

Her pride got the better of her and instead of answering him, she clenched her jaw shut and straightened herself strongly, showing her defiance. She wasn't planning on giving him anything she wanted. Her small yet curvatious body stopped moving in protest to the binds around her and her bright eyes locked on his defiently.

He sighed as he looked at her for a few more moments and then brought his hand up, waving it again, "Defiant to the end..." Vines seemed to shoot out from the trees, rocketing towards the elf girl, attempting to wrap around her wrists. He stared at her for a few moments as the vines wrapped around her wrists and arms, pulling her arms out so that she was now spread eagle. He stared at her carefully for a few more moments before speaking again, "This is your last chance to give me your name." He watched her with his dark eyes, "I'm sure you won't be as happy with any name that I give you. I've only known a few elves..."

She screamed when she saw the branches coming alive and vines wrapping around her wrists. She tried to move away, but they wrapped tightly around her wrists and then forced her arms out viciously. She gasped in slight pain as they tightened around her skin, rubbing against her smooth skin. She was scared now, but she tried her best not to show it. Her heart was racing violently in her chest and her breathing came out in uneven heaves.

This is your last chance to give me your name.

She bit down on her tongue, but then she thought, what could be so bad about a name? So what if he knew her name? "Avery..." she said lowly with a grim growl. "Happy now?" she said. "Now let me go!" she ordered loudly.

He looked at her smiling softly, his dark eyes looking at her carefully. Avery. He smiled softly before bringing his hand up slowly to brush his fingers over the girl's cheeks. His smile seemed a bit softer now as he looked into her eyes, "See, isn't that so much better than me having to call you Guinevere?" His eyes looked into hers for a few more long moments before he slowly brought his hand away from her face, "Now, unfortunately I can't let you go, because your first action once I free you will be to lash out at me for all of this, and really, I can't afford that." He brought the dagger up slowly, still looking into her eyes, "Also, with things as they are right now, I'm not likely to get paid because you killed the men I was protecting from nature magic."

He looked at her for a moment and then brought his free hand up, groping at one of her breasts, giving it a slight squeeze and moving it around a little bit. He stared into her eyes carefully, "So, Avery, I do need to collect something to make this adventure worth my while, don't I?" He slowly dragged the blade down a little bit, letting it rest against her leather armor, "Perhaps an elf to keep me warm at night would improve this situation."

As his hand reached out for her cheek, she jerked her head away, trying to avoid his touch, but he reached her anyway. His touch burned her skin or so she told herself. She hissed in protest despite the gentleness behind the contact. His eyes bore into hers, almost penetrating to her soul. She narrowed her own bright orbs dangerously at him. How dare he touch her. She growled at him.

Then he pulled away and she let out a breath of air that she wasn't aware she had been holding. Then his hand was on her again in a much more intimate manner. She gasped as his hand gripped her nicely sized breast. She struggled against his touch. "Get your filthy hand off me!" she ordered. "How dare you touch me!" Then the dagger was against her armor, threatening to penetrate it.

Perhaps an elf to keep me warm at night would improve this situation.

She growled at his words. "I would never, EVER, warm your bed you sick bastard!" She started struggling against the bonds again, tugging and yanking at the ones around her wrists. She grunted as she attempted to break free.

He stared into her eyes for a few moments and then let another slow breath escape his lips, "I see..." He brought the dagger down, pushing it into the material of her armor. His eyes remained set on hers, "I can't let you leave. You'll lash out and attack me." He continued to push the blade into the material of her armor, the dagger's blade moving between the crack of her cleavage, kissing her skin, but not enough to leave any marks on her skin. He watched her closely as he did this, his dark eyes seeming to smolder as he looked into hers, "If you won't warm my bed, perhaps I can sell your body to the public for a few coppers." His dark eyes continued to stare into hers, "I'm sure that I can find plenty of people willing to pay a few coppers to bed the fearsome elf. I'm sure they'll pay even more when I mention that you are the daughter of one of the high elves, my very own little princess."

The dagger continued it's path through her armor, the tip drawing across her skin in a way that he was sure wasn't very pleasant, but also not hard enough to draw blood. He looked into her eyes, "I think you'll find that I am much more gentle and kind than the men who are willing to pay a few copper pieces for an hour of private entertainment." The dagger finally jolted free once he had finished cutting through the leather top that she wore. His eyes were still staring into hers. He was going to have to do something.

When he stared into her eyes, she gazed back defiantly, narrowing her eyes dangerously. However, she was forced to look down as her very own dagger pressed into her armor and she let out a surprised gasp. Would he really kill her? She wouldn't put it past the sick maniac. Maybe this was he calling. Maybe this was her last few moments on the planet. She let out a squeak as the dagger bit into her skin slightly. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood from her, but it wasn't exactly a pleasing sensation.

If you won't warm my bed, perhaps I can sell your body to the public for a few coppers.

Her eyes widened and she looked up at him in shock. "You wouldn't!" she breathed. It was then that she started to frantically yank at the binds that held her. Her face turned red with both anger and embarrassment. "I won't attack you, I promise! Just let me go!" she grunted out. There had to be some way out of this mess. The options he was offering her weren't exactly something she was willing to go for.

His dark eyes stared into hers for a few more long moments until he sighed, slipping the dagger under his belt. He looked at her for a few long moments and then slipped his fingers into the opened part of her armor, his hand groping her breast a little bit as he looked into her eyes for a few moments, smirking softly as he watched for her reactions, "I still can't afford to let you leave. If you do you'll no doubt run straight back to your high elf father, and then I will have elves hunting me for longer than I'm really interested in." His fingers squeezed a bit at her breast again, his palm resting over her nipple, his hand pressing her breast with a bit more force, "So as you see, even if you don't attack me, letting you go will create problems for me." His eyes returned to hers again, "If only you weren't the daughter of a high elf."

He couldn't afford to let her run away. That left him with only the options of keeping her as his own little pet, or killing her. He really didn't want to kill her. His eyes looked into hers for a few more long moments until he brought his hand down again, "This means that if you are going to stay alive, I need to keep you with me and make you useful in some way." His fingers trailed down over the girl's flat stomach, his palm pressing against her bellybutton, "So tell me, do I have a use for you beyond the obvious?"

She gasped as she felt his cool hand now on her bare skin. It wasn't just the audacity of the act that brought a slight blush to her cheeks, but it was also the novelty of it. Never had she ever been touched in touch a manner before. It send an odd chill down her spine, not one of fear or anger, but something else - something she wasn't familiar with. For a moment, she wasn't sure exactly how to react, so she was frozen for a few seconds, frozen under his touch. But then sense caught up with her, reminding her that being touched like that was inappropriate. So she growled in defense against the sensual contact. His eyes locked onto hers, and she tried her absolute hardest to keep strong and stern, but her eyes glistened and faltered slightly under such strange sensations.

She let out a breath she hadn't even noticed she was holding when his hand finally retreated. Even though he had spoken to her while he assaulted her with a curious touch, she hadn't heard a single word of it. She tried to replay what just happened, but all that kept coming to her mind was his hand on her breast. She swallowed hard as he stared into her eyes, seemingly into her very soul.

So tell me, do I have a use for you beyond the obvious?

Did this mean that if he couldn't find anything useful for her to be or do he would kill her? Despite the often taught honor of the elf, she rather valued her life more than her dignity. "I-I-I," she stuttered, uncertain. "Daught-daughter. I'm not! I'm not the daughter of an elder of the council!" she tried. She doubted he would believe anything she said at this moment. "So you really have no use for me! I'm of no value. No one will come chasing you! I promise! I won't tell anyone!" She started spewing excuses and pleas. She was conflicted. Should she accept his offer or let him kill her? She sighed exasperatedly, her head lowering in slight defeat. It all was falling on deaf ears she was sure of it.

He let a soft gasp of mock surprise slip past his lips, "What's this? You aren't the daughter of a high elf?" His hand slipped up her body again, moving back to her breast, but not actually touching it yet. He stared into the girl's eyes, his fingers not touching her yet, "You insisted that you were the daughter of a high elf though. I believe I suggested that you were lying then, and you told me that you were in fact someone as important as that." His hand slipped up suddenly, slipping his fingers under her chin. She may have wanted to let her head hang in defeat, but he was not eager to let her do that. He made her stare into his eyes for a few long moments and then spoke softly, "Are you trying to tell me that you were lying?"

His fingers moved down over her neck a little bit, tracing his fingers down over the girl's collarbone slowly tracing his fingers down over her breast again. He smiled as he continued to look into the girl's eyes for a few more long moments. His eyes remained on hers and he smirked softly before speaking up again, "So, I guess I have to use you for obvious things then." He sighed softly and trailed his fingers down from her breast over her side again. It seemed that his plan was to explore every inch of her body with his fingertips, possibly more than once. His eyes were once again set on hers as his fingers found the edge of the bottoms of her leather armor. Well, those could be a problem if he was going to continue his exploration of the elf.

His free hand moved to the dagger and drew it out again, placing the flat of the blade against the girl's stomach and letting it glide over her skin until it made contact with the girl's bottoms, "If you really aren't the daughter of a high elf, then perhaps you should have been honest about such things from the beginning." The dagger slowly started to cut into the girl's bottoms. He smirked softly and then whispered again, "You shouldn't lie."

She looked down at his hand as it lingered over her breast, and for a reason she couldn't understand, she longed for him to grace her with his touch. For some odd, wild reason, she had to stop herself from leaning into his open yet empty hand. What was he doing? Was he casting some sort of spell on her - on her body? That was the only answer she could come up with, for she would never respond to such violation like this normally. When his fingers found her chin, she grunted and tried to yank her head away from his hand, but he found it anyway and forced her to raise her gaze and look him in the eyes, those dark eyes of his that seemed to have no end. They were just a black void of evil.

Are you trying to tell me that you were lying?

Her pride got the better of her and she clenched her jaw shut tight, refusing to grace him with any kind of answer. Her eyes stared into his defiantly and she inclined her head slightly and proudly. As his fingers traced down her neck, she couldn't stop the goosebumps from rising on her skin, the tiny invisible hairs on her body rising. So, I guess I have to use you for obvious things then. She didn't realize it until she was light headed but she had been holding in her breath as his fingers continued their exploratory assault.

Her bright eyes widened as he brought out her own dagger. You shouldn't lie. She gasped as the dagger began to bite into her form fitting leather armor. "Stop!" she exclaimed. "I-I didn't lie!" she lied again. Now she was just digging herself a deeper grave. Her tongue didn't know when to stop.

He stared into her eyes for a few more long moments, a soft smirk crossing his lips and suddenly, he finished his cut into the girl's armor, causing it to start falling away. He then spoke very softly, "You stated two things that contradict each other. First you said that you were the daughter of a member of the high council, and then you said that you were not." His fingers now worked on pulling the cut leather armor of her bottoms away and down those legs that they held to, "As a result, you were lying to me in one of those incidents, and lying again when you told me that you did not lie." He looked into her eyes, smirking softly again, continuing to peel away the leather armor. He looked into the girl's eyes for a few more moments, an almost sad expression on his face, "Do you plan to continue lying to me?"

He had once again sheathed the dagger in his belt, looking at the girl once more, his fingers now moved over her bared hips a little bit, "When will my new elf pet stop lying to me? I don't want to punish her for lying too often." He smiled and slowly traced one of his hands around her hips and slowly dragged his fingertips to the space between her thighs. His dark eyes continue to stare into her face, a soft smirk still on his lips.

She hated him. She hated that smirk that so often deviously crossed his nicely formed lips. His eyes continued to bore into hers and with each passing second of his gaze, she felt weaker, less certain of herself. As he pointed out her repeated lies, a blush crossed her cheeks and tinted them pink. She started to struggle as he pulled her now cut leather armor away and she whimpered softly as she was helpless to stop him. She now had bare skin revealed for his intruding and invading eyes, those black eyes. She suddenly felt unclean, exposed. Such exposure was frowned upon by her people. One always had to be modest and if a women, gentle and kind - things she often wasn't. Now not only was she an outcast for her behavior and lack of skills in what seemed so natural for all elves, she was now committing an unlawful act that would force her to hang her head in shame.

Do you plan to continue lying to me?

His hand felt chilled on her skin and forced a shudder to run up her spine. I don't want to punish her for lying too often. As his fingers moved toward her forbidden area she gasped and tried to yank herself away from him. "S-stop!" she cried, pleading. She wondered distantly what effect this would have on her, the name it would give her among her people if she were to ever be released or escape and return to her home. "D-don't!" she stuttered.

The druid's eyes grew wide suddenly as if he was very shocked by what she had said. His fingers pulled away from her and then he spoke very softly, "Don't?" He stared at her and then took a long breath, "So you still think that you are in a position to make demands of me?" He continued to stare at her and then brought his hand back down, pressing his fingers against her sex. He smiled softly as he looked at her carefully. He traced his fingers over her sex for a few long moments, enjoying the way that moisture was building between her thighs. He smiled softly as he looked into her eyes again for a few long moments before speaking softly again, "So, Avery, daughter of the high council, why would I want to stop?" He trailed his middle finger just between the lips of her sex, "I'm eager to hear your answer."

Avery let out a sigh of relief as he drew his hand away. The naive side of her was convinced he obeyed her and he wouldn't dare touch her in such a forbidden place. Not only was she foreign to the strange feeling he had given her in the short, brief contact, but this was beyond her understanding. She wondered if he knew that by doing what he was doing, that he was shaming her for the rest of her life. Maybe, for all her creative mind could guess and ponder, he intended to let her go, but with obvious signs that she had been violated, thus forcing her to be forever degraded.

So you still think that you are in a position to make demands of me?

Then his hand was on her again, bringing back that foreign feeling that strangely felt exhilerating. Her eyes started to water in panic. She was at a loss of words, at a loss of ideas for what she could do. So, Avery, daughter of the high council, why would I want to stop?

"B-because there are numbers on the horizon!" she cried quickly, shouting the first thing that came to her mind. "They are sure to be coming this way. They don't simply leave a scout and then not look for them when they fail to return at a quickly time." This was somewhat true, but, in all honesty, she didn't expect anyone to come looking for a bumbling fool like herself.

"Help!" she screamed loudly. "I'm here! Help!" It was the only thing she could think of doing. Either she could call for help now, maybe even be found, even though she would surely be disgraced in the situation she would be found in, or she could let this continue and only shame herself further. She stopped shouting for a moment to look at him, her face in clear disgust, and she spat at him. "Get away from me!" Though, as all scouts had been trained, her accent was weak, with the pure outrage, her voice was thick with the elven tongue.