Corrupting the Pure (Closed for Kataya Darkwind & Myself)

[Swashbuckler]

The city in the trees was in sight its cheery lamps flitted about by small silvery winded insects, the sweet sounds of light music waffted through the canopy of the forest as I aproached in darkness.

My goal, a bloodstone amulet was held secure in the fastnes of the elven city. Trapped within it was the essence of an arch-demon, my purpose was to gain the amulet. Not as some selfless service to my overlord, but as a way to further my own power at his expense. For a demon with the taint of mortal blood and birth I had to be more cunning than those lords of darkness if I were to rise. I, Aancyloch, son of a demon and a virgin mortal, intended to rise.

As I aproached I took a deep breath and let my natural ability to assume a pleasing guise overwhelm me. The pain was excruciating as my tail retracted into my body. I could feel my acrid bloo boiling as my skin paled from a sheer black coarseness to an elven softness. My bones, poped audibaly as they contracted to reduce my size to a pitiful elven stature.

Someone soon would have to pay for my discomfort, but with that I strode right through the growing gates of the city, ignored byt he guards my eyes glancing up at the tree tower of the elven wizard. To enter it myself would be folly, I would need permission.. But I hve heard that the old fool has a grand daughter that could serve my purposes completely.

 

[Kataya Darkwind]

Aria was making her descent from her grandfather's tree-tower, having just visited him for one of her daily lessons on magic and mysticism. Things like that interested her greatly, and she had always adored the idea of being able to call upon the elements to do her bidding. Of course, she wasn't skilled enough to do that yet. She couldn't even cast a spell. So far, Aria had just been taught about the gods and goddesses, about the history of magic. And she had learned some alchemy, too, enough to make a weak healing potion.

But she wanted more. . .

She was of pure elf blood, just like her entire family. Aria had her mother's pale blue eyes, her father's light brown-gold hair, and her very own lack of patience. Sure, she enjoyed her grandfather's lessons, but she wanted more than cheap alchemy. . .

The soles of her light boots hit the soft ground, and with a sigh, she started walking. . .

 

[Swashbuckler]

Aancyloch

Evening was gathering as I melded into the shadows, waiting for my prize to appear. For a long time I waited, patiently biding my time. Then the little student came down the carved and grown steps of the tower. I could see it in he eyes, she was bored adn rebelious, her heart was good, but there was the danger of impatience.

I let ehr begin to leave before coming up behind her in silence. My eyes devouring her body, my mind secretly prying itsway into hers. Just surface thoughts, not wishing her to notice, though her skill was pitiful at best.

Sizing up my oppertunities I steped past her instantly conjuring three small balls of flame I began juggling them and whistling as if I did not even see her. Letting her think of me as another elf male, too wrapped up in his own boring exisence to notice her body's charms. Just passing her close enough to let my passing rustle her skirts to attract her distressed attention from her own impatient thoughts. What a perfect tool she would son be in my hands.

 

[Kataya Darkwind]

Aria

Ugh, I wish I could get out of this damned ci--

All thoughts, except for a few, disappeared from her mind when that elf came from out of nowhere. Fire. Juggling. Elf. Magic.

She stopped dead in her tracks, and stared, jaw dropped, eyes wide. A few strands of hair splashed in front of her face from her sudden stop. Sure, she had never seen that elf before, but if he could use magic like that, he could teach her. . . couldn't he?

 

[Swashbuckler]

Aancyloch

I grinned as turned a corner, instantly dismissing the magic balls and let myself fade into the darkness of the shadows. watching her from the darkness of the shadows I watched as she scuried closer, looking for any sign of my prescence. Her impatience and criousity would be her undoing. The trap was now fully baited, at any instant I could close its jaws. But that would be like devouring a succulent meal in one gulp without experiencing any of its tastes or juices.

The longer I strung this little impatient waif out the more easily she would fall into my hands. I did not want to just use her, I was goign to possess and own this little piece of flesh. Mold her to my will, and then flay her flesh and soul until she begged me to destroy her.

The thoguht of taking and corrupting the little wench was almost more desirous than the retrival of the amulet that held the arch-demon. I mused myself cloaked in the darkness of the shadows, invisible to eyes with no evil in the heart behind them. Watching her as she glanced here and there wondering where the man who had so intrigued her with his advanced skills had gotten off too.

Waiting until she got upset enough to return home, I followed in the darkness of the gathering night. I was going to watch her, always hovering close, and then when she finally found herself into a deep sleep... my trap would click a little closer around her soul.

 

[Kataya Darkwind]

Aria

Where did he go?!

With another sigh, she headed home, disappointed that she had not been able to find the man. But she was already tired, and she doubted it would have been any use for her to find him anyway -- her mother was probably angry that she wasn't home yet.

So she walked on to her own tree tower, pouting, and too tired to take any notice of anything around her that was out of the ordinary. She climbed up as quietly as she could, and disappeared inside. There was no light coming from the tree -- her parents were already asleep. She too fell into a deep slumber within minutes of flopping into her bed. . .

 

[Swashbuckler]

Aancyloch

She disappeared, I let my mind feel her mind until it was lost into the depths of sleep, then with a hiss, I floated unseen to just outside her window, letting myself watch the rise of her breasts beneathe the soft velvets of her blankets beneathe the sheer gauzaour curtains of her postered bed.

Inhaling deeply I could smell her flesh, her purity, my forked tongue flicked against my transparent lips as I imagined the taste of her sweet flesh. It was almost too easy, but then it was her folly to have been found by me and her own desires that she had little knowledge of as yet.

Sudenly, I was in her dream, she was alone in a forest glen, sunlight filtering down through clouds overhead. She was unaware of my prescence as she studied the lessons she was behind on. I made her mind know she was having trouble with it, as it bored her, the history of magic and all. But she knew too, that her grandfather woul be displeased with her. It might even mean not learning any spells at all for another year.

I built upon her frustration and raise the temperature around her in the dream slightly, making her all the more anxious. Then I made hte words of her pages seem to blur before her tired eyes, as the clouds overhead darkened a bit, adding to the gloom of the dream.

Then, I convinced her dream self that she was completely alone, and planted a small itch between her thighs. At the same instant this annoyance was begging to disturb her body, I let her mind catch a glimpse of my sensual elven form juggling in her memory.

Letting her memory slow down to capture every urve of my legs in the lengths of green hose, my obvious potency and maleness evidence before her dreams memory's eyes. I let ehr imagine my limtless power and knowledge of the art. Imagining how wonderful it would be to learn from a young elven man, a man yes, but not her ancient grandfather, who had no idea of what a young girl wants to find.

As I passed ehr dream's memory, letting her eyes linger on my long golden hair, the curves of my ass, the muscles of my thighs leaving her behind... then disappearing.

I let her dream's figners reach to scratch her itch... letting her find it tingling with a near magical power that electirfied the womb hidden beneath her silken gowns. She felt her body shudder in reaction to her caresses. Letting the thoguhts of her studies fly fast from her mind as she half closed her deam's eyes and began to enjoy herself.

Then instantly, I whispered into her dream in a voice of pure elven beauty and masculinity, "It doesn't have to be like that...."

With that I let her wake to the empty darkness of her room, a slight wind rustling through ehr windows as she stared right through me gasping, her fingers hot with her own juices beneathe her velvet covers.

That was enough for tonight. I drifted away into the night and left ehr to her frustrations, causing the wind to knock her unattended scrolls of boring hsitory to the floor. Wanting to have the skills, but not wanting to do the work. Wanting to be made a woman, but feeling trapped and constraiend by her family. She was perfect, a victim to corrupt, on the brink of loosing her soul, and actually now, wanting to find a way to do it. I would return in a few days to enter her dreams once more. The spark of her desires would be burnign hot by the time I returned. So I laughed silently into the darkness of the night.

 

[Kataya Darkwind]

Aria

With a gasp, she awoke, sitting upright with a jolt, her chest heaving up and down. . . it took her time to regain her thoughts as she gazed off at nothingless with a dazed look. And then, still tired, she flumped back into her pillows and fell to sleep, but not before wishing that she'd have another dream like that again. . .

The next day was dull, as usual. She went through the same morning routine, made her bed, picked up the scrolls off the floor. She skipped breakfast (brunch or lunch, in this case), already late for her late morning lesson with her grandfather -- her mother had forgotten to wake her up!

Aria was scolded by her mother for waking up late, by her father for not eating anything, by her grandfather for being late and not doing her "required reading", as he put it. . .

She barely paid attention through her grandfather's lesson. He was just reciting some more basic alchemy facts that she had known since last week. And, in an apparent attempt to make her pay attention, he ordered her to name the gods that he listed. . . the goddess of the earth, the goddess of flora, the god of the sea, the god of the underworld, the god of life, the lord of the gods. . . She wanted her head to explode.

Aria wanted change. She was tired of this boring life. The same daily routine, over and over and over and over again, forever. Nothing ever changed! She barely learned anything new each day, and was never given what she wanted, and was scolded for everything she did and didn't do. She had to learn pointless things about alchemy and religion when all she wanted to do was cast spells! It just wasn't fair. . .

She wanted to go far, far away. . . Maybe with that handsome elf that she saw in the streets and in her dream. . . The one who could use magic.