City of lust (open, but please PM before writing)

[Gabe619]

OOC: This is as much a story driven SRP as sex, or I hope it will. Still plenty of sex as you'll see by my general plot outline, but some meaty story to. Its open to others, but please PM with a character and to go over the story idea before writing. You can have good or evil characters though, lol Hope you all enjoy



The city of Levenstone sat serenely at the head of the Galcia pass. Strategically it was one of the most important cities in the whole realm of Evenstar and had been held by the warrior monks of Calibran for centuries. It's high, thick, outer walls made of the local granite which shone white in the sunlight had seen off attack after attack in its long history, no one had ever taken the city.

The warrior monks themselves, devout, celibate and the most highly skilled fighters in all the realm were considered the epitomy of the warrior human, although over the last few decades the order had begun to allow elves and other non-human species into its ranks as long as they abided by the orders rules.

The Order of Calibran were not just warriors though. As time had moved on they had found they needed to spread their skills and presence into more than just the battlefield. Housed in the citadel of Calibran high above the city, the orders brothers and sisters now had a choice of service.

The long established training to become a warrior monk of course, but also now they could become skilled as a spy, or assassin, a magic user, or alchemist. The Priestess of Calibran, Raven, the head of the order, understood the world moved in different ways, and a brave warrior was not enough anymore to stop evil winning out. Now subterfuge was required. The order didn't advertise its other ranks of course, but it was an open secret in the city of Levenstone that more went on behind the citadels walls than simple sparring and prays to the God Calibran.

However as the summer moved into Autumn a darkness had begun to seep into the city. For now unnoticed by the garrison sentries and city watch. Even the ever alert warriors of Calibran had failed to pick up the foul odour of evil slowly permeating the streets and alleys of the city. None the less it was there. Small for now, but growing, and with dark malevolent plans.

Having failed to take the city so many times by direct force, the forces of evil who craved the realm of Evenstar for themselves, had sent members of the dark cult of Seren into the city. In ones and twos the cult members had arrived, meeting in secret as their own high priest, the Necromancer Kaden, wove his spells and prepared his plans.

It was simple really. The Order of Caliban's strength came from its unity, its belief in itself and its members. They couldn't see themselves for anything other than being the white knights saving the day. They were untouchable, uncorruptable ... or were they? Kaden had devised a plan. Their unity came from their shared beliefs and training. Key to that training was the vow of celibacy all the Order warriors took, no matter which path they decided on, be it warrior, assassin, or magic user. All took holy vows never to marry and never to lower themselves to having impure thoughts about another. To do so would cause the person to become distracted, and distraction could lead to attachments and desires, which could lead to betrayal or weakness. No, the celibacy vow was the most important ideal for the Order of Calibran, and so thats where Kaden intended to strike.

Even now as the day turns into night his minions sneak into warehouses and stores all over the city. Places who serve the citadel with its food, wine, water and other perishable stocks. Kaden's magic had instilled the vialls the minions carried and they made sure the contents of those vialls were poured into the supplies heading to the citadel the next day. In his cavern domain under the city, the Necromancer laughed to himself as he imagined what was going to happen. Anyone sampling the food, water or wine tainted with that magic would slowly lose all inhibitions as the evil within the magic forced them to feel what they had always been told not to.

Their bodies desires would begin to break through, and as the magic grew within them it would eat away at them, forcing them to have sex more and more, the energy the body generated while having sex fueled and kept the magic alive, if a person didn't succumb to it then the magic would die, but it would take its host with it. Kaden would defeat the invincible Order of Calibran from within, they would die, or they would destroy the orders reputation and honor. Either way Kaden won.

 

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Master Kael was one of the first to fall to the vile infection; before first light he retrieved his morning bread and a fresh water skin from the kitchens and went to his appointed round at the citadel's great gate.

He was a shadow, an assassin for the Order for nearly twenty-five years. His ability to move silently and dispatch a foe with nothing more than his twin daggers and bare hands had earned him a position of respect among even the warriors who tended to look down on the arts perceived as less noble. Kael was no stranger to long nights alone watching the world that would never know he was there.

It was on the pre-dawn watch that he had begun to feel the effects of the vile magic. He was on his eighth pass when the first of the warriors began to come out to the courtyard to train, he'd come to know them all well - not by name, but by their countenance and routine. One in particular, a strong warrior who preferred a great sword but frequently trained with staves or of hand weaponry in the early morning, had taken his attention more than usual... he was working with his sword this morning, taking long and well practiced swings in naught but his trousers under the warmth of the morning sun.

There was nothing abnormal about him, nothing off - nothing that should alert him to the man's presence. And yet... his pulse quickened, his thoughts turning to carnal images; the likes of which he'd seen many times outside the citadel's protective walls while in the city. While he had remained true to the order's virtue - a pure mind and a body honed with restraint were tantamount to the Order's success - he had confessed to many such thoughts to the monks who took confession and done his penance as expected. Yet, there he was on the wall - finding himself quite taken by the sight, a vile stone pressing downward in his belly as he felt the strain against his leather breeches, stretching the lacing taut.

Forcing himself back to the job with a stern chastising pinch against his manhood, Kael held back as long as he could despite the growing urge. He finished his appointed rounds and decided against the busy commotion of the noontime meal to absolve himself to the brothers higher above him. "I must confess, brother." He sighed loudly, still fighting the painful arousal and seeming flood of progressively more graphic knowledge of things he could never experience and would never experience. "Please, with haste."

 

[Gabe619]

"Of course, Master Kael, this way." Brother Mikeal said with a benevolent smile and gesture of his hand, taking the assassin to the confession chambers.

At 48, Mikeal had heard just about every type of confession in his time with the Order of Calibran. It was harder on the younger acolytes than the ones his age, the vow of celibacy. Some even came to the Order virgins, never having felt the warmth of mating with another human, or indeed other species.. With years the needs and lusts of youth dimished somewhat, became more tolerable at the least. He entered the chamber first, gesturing for Kael to take his place kneeling before the sacred image of the God Calibran. Mikeal stood next to the younger man, eyes closed, head bowed. In his long flowing robes he stood a hair taller than Kael, his toned slender body hidden under the soft folds of his robes of office.

"Confess your sins to our God, Kael, he will forgive you if you are truely penitent in your heart." The older man began the confession in the time honored way.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Aliah was known to most as a half breed, not good enough for some societies. Being an outcast probably was the reason why Kaden took a liking to her and offered her more of a life than anyone else had. She looked up to him and in doing so found his wicked thoughts and plans most delicious. It was also a great way to payback the life that shunned her for so many years.
With a slim figure and smooth skin of her elf half mixed with the human face and dark hair she was able to pull off being human and with a little magic, able to pull off being elven. Normally she hid her elven half as much as possible, but this specific job Kaden had given her required that she be more elven than human.

She stood looking into the pool of water seeing the effects his magic had on her. She didn’t even recognize herself, her hair now white, long against her back, her brown eyes now the prettiest shade of blue she had ever seen and the tips of her ears so easily noticeable. She turned to him with a smile before slipping on the outfit he had picked out for her. What any warrior on the outside would be wearing, leather pants, tight shirt with chain mail winking from different locations only heightened her figure. Slipping on the boots she stood and pulled back her hair enough to twirl it and clip it just to show off her ears even more.

Having her orders she headed out into the town to find at least one way if not many into the high walls of Calibran. She knew that this mission she was placed with was of great importance. She would infiltrate the walls and personally infect as many from the inside as she could. She knew that getting caught would ultimately be death for her, but Kaden had asked and she was more than willing to abide by his request. In fact the mere thought of him depending on her to sleep with as many as she could got her even more than excited, it made her down right wet with need to do this for him.

Aliah walked through town in hopes of finding at least one that would get her through those gates and on to her mission. Having been infused with the virus herself, she knew the effects it would have on those she bedded and she gladly looked forward to bringing them down one by one.

 

[Gabe619]

Cameron was a lowly wagon driver. At 52 he aspired to nothing more now. He had found his place in the Order and although he wasn't a Knight, or a Mage, or some high up Brother, he knew he did his part to keep the city safe. He was in charge of supplies, both incoming and outgoing, his position confirming upon him some level of prestige. He had a nice home, a happy family. A loving wife and two children and life couldn't be better he decided as he helped one of his young men load up the cart full of water barrels heading to one of the main gates into the citadel. His life of heavy work had made sure that although he may be greying in his hair, his body was still muscular and he could lift the barrells as easy now as he had when a lad.

He had already made sure the fresh supplies for morning breakfast had been sent up hours ago, now he was to drive this wagon to the side gate, a minor entry way into the castle. Minor, yes, but still important. Luckily all the guards knew him well and he never had a problem getting his cart through.

As he waved to the young lad who disappeared back into the warehouse, Cameron's eyes fell on a figure walking up the alley toward him. He squinted in the morning light and an eyebrow raised in appreciation. He may be long married and faithful, but he was still a man. The young elvish woman walking toward him would have made most any man stop and look. Her white hair pulled back seemed to glisten in the sun light. Her body, toned and tight like a warriors, swayed as she walked in her heeled boots. Her leather and chainmail shirt also spoke of a warrior. Maybe she was a new acolyte, Cameron certainly didn't remember seeing her before, and he would have remembered if he had for sure. As she walked up beside his wagon, he nodded to her and smiled.

"Good morning, my lady." He said politely.

 

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Master Kael knelt before the carved idol, prostrate in submission and glad to hid his shame as the desire became more pressing with each passing moment. Nay, even Brother Mikeal's presence affected him considerably - the sway of the loose vestments doing little to obscure the memory of the older man's lean, toned figure he'd observed silently in the baths for nearly twenty-five years, since he was a boy. The Brother knew him more than any other living soul; he'd seen him through battles with lust and with greed... The banishment of his rage when a mission went unexpectedly sour.

"Forgive my frank tongue, Brother - I have not battled carnal desire of this magnitude since I was a youth fighting against desire to sow my seed." He rested his head against the dias, both eyes closed but unable to remove the image of Mikael's body warm and wet - soaking in the baths of the steamy bath house, the strength of the monk's arms when they grappled in training...

He let out a low, impassioned moan as his manhood swelled impossibly hard against the lacing of his breeches - already wet with arousal need but untouched. "The desire, Brother... It is so great I fear my vows will soon be forgotten. Even now it is all I can manage to fight the urge to mate with the first willing soul... Male, female..." He laughed bitterly; "Nay, I'd mate a beast if it would make the burning ache of my loins subside." His voice shook as he spoke, full of guilt and shame as much as desire. "Even now, Brother, in the presence of thy Holy Lord I can only dwell upon the nature of my lustful desires and how I might come to alleviate them."

 

[Gabe619]

Mikeal was concerned now. Kael's voice seemed almost as if he were in pain. The way he knelt there, his body rigid from stress, gritting his teeth, head down. Quickly the elder Brother crouched down by the younger man, a man he had taught and watched over since he had entered the Order so many years ago.

Like a son Kael was to him, as were many other acolytes of course, but Kael had needed his supervision more. The mans inner demon had always been his worse enemy, more dangerous to his soul than any mere mortal could ever be. Mikeal had spent many a night with the man, reading scripture to sooth his totured mind, or listening to the assassins confessions. Yes, Kael's carnal needs had always run strong, more so than a lot of Calibran's men and women, but the way Kael had kept it under lock and key had made Mikeal so proud of him. Now it seemed he was paying for those long years of restraint, but why?

"Kael, what ails you my son?" Mikeal asked, his hand on the younger mans head gently, his robes stroking over Kael's exposed arm. "Are you in pain?"

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Aliah smiled at the older gentleman, "Morning Sir, you wouldn't by chance be headed to Calibran with your load would you?" Smiling softly to the older gentleman as she leaned closer to the wagon, "I am new in town and looking for the Order."

Aliah hoped that this older gentleman could help her, at least point her in the direction of someone that could get her in the gates and on her way to her mission. She figured she would play a warrior looking to add her talents to the Order, as they are always recruiting from what Kaden had said. She certainly had the warrior skills fighting by Kaden's side, but she certainly wasn't the kind of person that would be all that 'good'.

Aliah thought on the pain she had to endure being that 'good' person and how now she could care less about being 'good'. She was excellent at what she did do and was grateful for Kaden finding her when he did. She was determined to do what she could, even risking her own life to see him defeat that which always shunned her in her life.

 

[Gabe619]

The wagon driver was about to answer Aliah when a younger man suddenly appeared, a young woman on his arm. The man looked up at Cameron, not having really seen the elf woman he was speaking to.

"Dad, your sure you don't want me to drop this load off at the citadel? I'm going there right now to try again to apply for training."

"Paden, your just what this young lady needs, she to is seeking the Order and was looking for direction. Perhaps you could take her with you?" The old man asked his son hopefully.

Paden turned his attention to the woman standing by his fathers wagon and finally took her all in. His sudden attention was not lost on the beautiful young woman hanging on his arm though and she quickly pulled him back around to face her, her expression annoyed.

"Paden, you promise to be faithful to me while your up at the citadel?" The girl asked, flicking a glance at the elf woman hotly.

"I'll only be gone a few hours, Teela, and you know your the only girl I look at. Thats why I proposed to you afterall." The young man smiled at his fiancee and kissed her lightly. "But I have to get going if I'm going to make the first applicant places."

He looked up at his father and then at the white haired elf woman again.

"Sure, father, I'll show her the way. Ma'am, its this way. If you will follow me I'll take you to the gates. Today is the first day the Order has opened its gates to new applicants for months. I'm hoping to be selected, although I'll never make a full Brother as I intend to marry Teela, but their training is second to none. Are you applying to?"

With that Paden walked off up the alley toward the citadel which stood on its hill top overlooking the large town which ringed it. He looked back and smiled at the stranger, gesturing for her to follow him. He had tried twice before to gain entry to the training courses the Order of Calibran held over the last two years, but had failed each time, this was the last attempt he was allowed. As a way to offer something to the city, and to make sure enough skilled fighters were in the general populace in case of invasion, The Order ran training courses for the citizens. Basically how to fight and other skills. Brothers of the Order would take a small class of volunteers for a few months, train them, and then when they graduated they would be eligible, if they wanted, to join the Order as a proper acolyte. Otherwise they went back to their lives in the city.

Paden had been training hard though and felt sure this time he would suceed. At 19 he was a tall strapping lad, his mother always said he reminded her of his father when he had been that age. His short black hair, chiseled good looks made him popular with the girls, but he had been true when he'd said he only ever looked at Tela. She was the world to him. His wide shoulders, narrow waist, and toned legs gave him the look of a warrior at least, he considered, and he hoped with the training the Brotherhood offered he could one day become a guardsman for the Order even if his marriage and lack of a vow of celibacy, restricted him from the higher ranks.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

As the young man approached with the woman, Aliah smiled softly to them both. The conversation between the older gentleman and the young man was headed in the right direction, at least to get her where she needed to go.

Aliah held silent watching the woman show her annoyance, which Aliah was all too familiar with. As the young man started past her she just smiled to the woman and the older gentleman, "Don't worry I will take real good care of my escort." She winked before turning to follow the young man, feeling quite satisfied that the woman would be worried the whole time they were gone.

Her eyes ran over the young man and even though he wasn't part of the Order, her prime mission, she couldn't stop herself from being tempted to test out her abilities to get the job done. "I'm Aliah...Paden correct? So you are going to train yet not take a place with the Order? I would think a man like you would long to be part of the Order, to live and serve as they do."

Thinking on it a bit more, "Maybe that is why the Order are the better warriors and no one will ever compare to their dedication." Smirking inside she knew just by what Paden had said to this point, he took great pride in the hard work he put into being a good warrior and she just stated he would never be.

"I have been training to join since I was young. Maybe we should spar just to see if your training has proved to be useful to the Order." Aliah knew she was insulting the man's ability to fight, which should only make him want to fight more. This tactic, of course, would not work behind the walls as they aren't susceptible to insults such as these, but Paden would be.

 

[Gabe619]

Paden flushed with frustrated anger at the elf womans words. His father had always told him to be polite to ladies, so he bit his tongue as he rounded on her in a deserted part of the alley where only crates, tarpaulins and barrels stood to hear them.

"I would love to become a knight in the Order, but I love Teela more. I can't have both, so I have chosen whats closest to my heart, the woman I love." For a man of his youth, Paden spoke well and true.

"I have trained for years to become the best fighter I can. I can only hope that if I am lucky enough to join a training cadre in the Order for a few months I will become even better so I can protect my city, my family."

His eyes tracked over the slim form of the woman before him, she didn't look much, her body was slim, toned, true, the clothes spoke of a fighter, also true. But looks can be decieving he decided. He would show her how good a fighter he was, she would see what she would be up against at the citadel.

"I would be willing to show you my skill, lady, to show you my worth to the Order. What do you suggest? Wrestling?" Paden didn't have a sword, his was at home, the training officers of the Order would assign him one if they took him in.

 

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The very brush of Brother Mikeal's robe against his bare arm drew a shudder from within his very bowels and Kael let out a silent groan. Feeling the weight of the monk's palm on his head, sliding down to the back of his neck was nearly more than he could bear in his frenzied state.

"Indeed." He groaned low in his throat; more than the simple pain of his manhood digging against the taut lacing was the deeper ache of need - the burn of desire to achieve the sweet release. "I... It... This is more than I can bear, Brother. I feel as though a madness has been set upon me."

Kael turned his head from the dais and pushed up onto his knees to look into his dear friend's eyes with both deep shame and ever deeper need. He was well aware that his thoughts were sin, even thinking about the gentle slope of Brother Mikeal's mouth and the hardness of his body was worthy of excommunication from the order.

"I'm sorry, Brother... Please, forgive me." He nearly wept, tugging free the lacing at the front of his leather breeches - his manhood solid and curving upward toward the monk as though aware of what he was about to do. Small beads of wetness had already spread against the inside of his pants, over the shiny dark tip and flowing still as it had for some hours. "I beg the mercy of Calibran..." He whispered, reaching toward his friend and groping at his robes; "I must."

It was no excuse, there would be no forgiveness but perhaps the sweet release would grant him calm before he was punished for the crime he was about to commit without question. Mustering his considerable strength, the assassin seized his prey by the middle and dragged him down against the altar - slamming his head against a statue of the Lord hard enough to more than stun him before clapping a strong hand over his mouth.

 

[Gabe619]

Mikeal had been about to speak, to try and ease the young mans pain with words, with the blessing of the God, but then Kael had pulled open his breeches, showing his hard cock, wet with pre cum, all words left the old brother. Shocked into silence, he was stuttering indignation at Kael's brazen offence when the Assassin grabbed his robe and dragged him down, Kael's brief words of begging forgivness quickly lost to the old man.

Mikeal was not a weak person, he had once been a battle Master in the ranks of the Calibran knights before seeking more spiritual perfection in the priestly order rather than the warrior. He had kept in shape to, decades of morning training not hard to put aside. So the man Kael grabbed was more than capable of defending himself that day, what betrayed him was his heart.

He had known Kael since the boy had first come to the Citadel, he had approved his entry to the Assassins Order, had mentored him for years. Felt pride at the young mans accomplishments and sat with him commiserating his losses and hurts. He, not in his darkest dreams, would of believed Kael could ever hurt him and so he hesitated even though he could feel the danger in the room. It gave Kael enough time. The young mans honed assassin skills would probably have overpowered the old man anyway, but Mikeal gave Kael the chance to overpower him.

The old mans head impacted the stone statue of Calibran hard, almost making him black out, opening a deep cut on his forehead letting his blood smear the good symbol before he dropped over the alter itself, his back to Kael, as he tried to breath, tried to stop the lights spinning in his head. He felt so weak. The robe wasn't thick enough to stop the sharp edges of the alter cutting into his body. All Mikeal wore under the robe was a lose thin tunic and cotton breeches, enough to cover his modesty only in case his robe came off for some reason.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Aliah smirked at Paden, "Can't be the best fighter you can be if your mind is elsewhere, like on your woman." She looked at him again, almost giving off the impression that she was sizing him for his question, "Very well," stepping closer to him she lowered her voice, "Are you really sure you wish to do this?"

Aliah grinning, almost showing a darker side to herself for a split second as she stepped back and lowered her body into a fighting stance. She looked to Paden, prepared to do what she must in both the sparring match and to begin her mission.

With every attack she showed her very agile ability, breaking every grip he could possibly put on her. She was taught long ago every means to get out of a hold and she was certainly using it to her advantage now. She was waiting for the right possible moment, the moment where she gave off the impression that he had her and she was really going to show him her abilities and in more than just fighting.

The more Aliah thought on it as she spun this way and that, the more excited she became, feeling the virus churn inside of her, its needing becoming her own.

 

[Gabe619]

Paden knew he wasn't the best fighter. he could handle a sword, and he could hold his own in a bar brawl, but he had seen the best. In tournaments held by the Order he had watched their warriors fight together and against each other in contests. He hoped one day to be as good, but as sparred with the elven woman he knew, almost immediately, he was way out of his league. He tried his best though, honor demanded nothing less. She moved so quickly, so smoothly, slipping out of his holds, ducking and avoiding his grapples as if she were made of quicksilver.

Neither of them spoke, but the withering looks she gave him, the small smirks, made his blood boil with frustrated anger. Never strike a woman unless in a fight to the death his father had always taught him, but this woman deserved it. Finally, through luck more than judgement, he managed to slip an arm around her neck as he pulled her against his front. He pulled back, trying to get a submission from her as he cut off her air. His other arm he slipped through hers to pin it to her back. He was slightly taller than her and had the bulk, he leaned back, trying to raise her booted feet of the ground, then she would be helpless. he allowed a satisfied grin to spread over his lips.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Aliah could tell she was irritating him even more, which thrilled her to no end. She moved around him, letting him take grappling shots at her, which none seem to last as she always found a way out of them.

She grew tired of the game, even though it was having the effect she wanted it to have on Paden. She saw him move before he even made it and this time she allowed it to happen. Being he was taller than her and broad shouldered he would assume that he had the leverage in the hold.

Aliah felt him pull back on her, trying to cut off her air flow, which would make most people concede in a fight, but her training taught her two simple points; keep going until you lose consciousness or you are dead and that was what she was going to do. She allowed him to think he had her in a no win position, even when her feet started to rise up off the ground. She took short breaths to keep herself conscious turning her hands between them. With the height difference she would only have to move her hands up slightly and they would be within target range.

She shifted just slightly in his grip, cutting off her own air flow completely but she knew she wouldn't need it much longer anyway. Her fingers brushed in just the right area. She could have used it as a means to get away but she had other things on her mind. She cupped Paden through his pants and moved her fingers over him, stroking him softly, waiting for his response.

 

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Kael was mortified by his own actions, but unable to stop himself - even as he pushed up the monk's robe and tore at the thin breeches. The desire was overwhelming, so far beyond his normally significant self-control, and burned deep within him. He didn't just want to do the deed - he needed to, he felt he could not function until he had planted his seed inside someone... inside the Brother who had only offered his help. With a shuddering groan, he bent himself over top of Mikeal - one strong hand finding the tightness of his opening before he stroked the slickness of his arousal against it, barely preparing him for the hard press of his cock penetrating him.

It was slow, the virginal monk's asshole almost too tight to take him and ripping slightly even as he worked his hips to drive him open as slow as his fevered body could manage. Letting out a feral, wild cry, he dug his fingers even harder over his friend's mouth to stifle the inevitable cries. To his sick body, it was pure bliss - the tight heat wrapped around his needy cock as he finally managed to root inside him, rutting up against his limp body like an animal.

 

[Gabe619]

One second Paden was grinning in triumph, the next gasping in surprise and releasing his grip on the elf's neck. Her slender fingers caressing his bulge through his thin leather breeches made it almost immediately begin to harden. Teela hadn't allowed him to touch her yet, no more than a kiss, and he hadn't exactly been brave enough to woo tavern maids or whores on the street. So when he felt the fingers, light, but sure, on his most private area he jumped, stepped back, dropping the elf maiden back to the ground, his face flushing red in embarrassment as his body, young and needy, reacted to her touch.

"Hey ... thats not ... thats not fair." He stuttered as he stared at her, seeing again her beauty, her lithe form hidden under the light armor and clothing. "I had you, I had won. Are you submitting?"

 

[Gabe619]

Mikeal screamed in pain, but only a muffled noise escaped Kaels hand clamped firmly over the old brothers mouth. The pain, so unlike any he had ever felt before, shot through him like fire. Centered in his ass as Kael's young cock forced its way inside, Mikeal was torn between many emotions as the pain began to clear his senses a little.

First anger, rage at being so attacked by a person he had loved as a son. Second, humiliation at being so used, this was his worse nightmare come to reality and finally a single tear as he felt Kael push all of his cock deep in his mentors tight, virgin ass, and knew he didn't have the strenght to defend himself. Keal had him positioned in such a way, his body weight so placed, that even if Mikeal had been fully alert he would have had trouble dislodging the youth. As it was, head still swimming from the blow, blood running into his eyes, fighting for air through the mans fingers, Mikeal was hardly even conscious. Even so, he valiently tried to push the younger man off, his weak attempts though only making it easier for Kael to push in further illiciting more pain which began to dull to a deep ache as the seconds dragged on.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Aliah turned the moment her feet touched the ground, her heavy lidded eyes looking at Paden, running over the front of him seeing his hardness as it pressed to the front of his leather breeches.

Her eyes rose to meet his and she smirked, "You think you had me? Looks to me like I am on the ground and still breathing." She started forward, no longer in a fighting stance, just letting her body sway with a purpose toward him. She reached out, flattening her palm on his chest and began to push him back toward the stone wall.

Aliah was expecting some resistance from the young man so she drew herself closer to him while her free hand cupped him again, her fingers stroking over the hardness found there, "If you break a fight just because someone touches you, you leave yourself open for an attack. Not everyone will fight proper, some will fight dirty and use whatever tactics they can to make you drop your guard."

As the last of her words left her lips, she pressed closer to him before rushing in and capturing his lips while her hand squeezed his hardness a bit more to make the point.

 

[Gabe619]

Paden backed up until his back hit the stone wall behind him. he turned his head to look at it in surprsie and when he turned back her lips were there to meet him. His eyes closed automatically as her soft lips touched his. Inexperienced with dominant girls, with most any type of girls, Paden was at a loss of how to stop the woman. His body was responding to her though, even if his brain had closed down. His cock was hard as rock, bulging the front of his breeches, it was getting painfull, the ties pushing into his shaft as the omans fingers rubbed him. He pushed at her, trying to put space between them.

"Please, stop, we can't. Teela." He said the girls name as if grasping for a lifeline. "I love Teela, I can't betray her. I won't!" His tone got more commanding as he thought of the beautiful girl back at his fathers warehouse.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Aliah felt him push her back, demanding that she stop. She couldn't help the smirk that laced her lips as her fingers started to slip free the binds that held his leather breeches together.

His demands growing in confidence, but Aliah only pressed her body into his against the wall, her lips moving to his ear as she whispered to him, "The body wants what the body wants." Her fingers slipped down into his breeches to wrap solidly around his hard cock. Squeezing again slightly, "She obviously doesn't take good care of you and a raging body will muddle the mind in a fight."

Aliah flicked her tongue over the young man's earlobe before dropping to nip lightly at his neck. 'His mind maybe telling him to stop but his body will win out,' she thought. An easier target than what lay ahead as the Order has had years to condition themselves into not allowing their bodies desire to overwhelm their minds.

 

[Gabe619]

Padens protests weakened as Aliah worked him. He groaned at her touch, the way her fingers so assuredly took his cock in hand. The cold breath of the air on his cock as she opened his breeches.

"Pleasse?"He almost begged now as his hands drifted to her slim waist.

Was he begging for her to stop though, he didn't know. All he did know was that his body was telling him how good this felt. It had been so long since he had felt anything like it, he wanted it he realised, badly. And yet Teela, he had promised. But ... but then would she ever know? He would never tell, and this elf woman, so confident, so sexy, so .... oh, god. He moaned again as her fingers slipped up and down his shaft, his head rolled back, his eyes closed. her words burning into his mind. He looked both ways up and down the narrow alley, noone in sight, but anyone could see them. But did he really care? Her warmth breath on his neck sent shivers through him as his hands drifted up by themselves to rest on her waist, feeling her body through her clothing.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Aliah smiled against Paden's neck, hearing his plea. She certainly didn't take it as for her to stop and even if he meant it that way she wasn't going to stop what she was doing. The feel of his soft skin wrapped over hard steel was making her body ache with need and she was determined to have what she wanted.

Dropping to her knees before him, Aliah glanced up at him a moment before her mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. Her tongue flicking over it before sliding around the head of him. Her mouth slowly started to slide down his length, feeling the pulse of him through her tongue that ran along the underside of his hardness.

Moaning around the feel of him her eyes glanced up to him, letting him see just how much she was enjoying the feel of him sliding deep into her mouth.

 

[Gabe619]

Red faced, speachless, Paden looked down at the woman sucking his cock. her eyes so beautiful, so deep, so filled with lust, so happy to have his cock. He gulped, his throat dry. never had he felt a mouth on his cock before. Oh, he knew about it, heard tavern whores speaking and laughing about such things, but never had he himself felt it, until now. Oh, what he had been missing! He rest a hand on the elf Woman head, lightly stroking her white hair. A smile flickered nervously over his lips, kind of a thank you and a please don't stop all in one.

As her mouth sucked down his shaft and her tongue ran along the hardness he groaned, his knees going weak as he fought to stay upright. Thank the Gods for the solid wall he lent against otherwise he had no doubt he would be laying on his back right now. Valiently he made his legs bear his weight, stilling the trembling in his limbs from the womans actions. He realised that as she worked him, he could catch a glimpse down the front of her leather and chainmail jerking, seeing the tops of her breasts encased in her armor. he gulped again, the skin looked so soft. He had also heard tales of elven sexual prowess and they always looked so beautiful and elegant, even the men.