Scramble the Champipns (IC)

[Drakkwall]

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Introduction: Millennium City

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After Doctor Destroyer obliterated Detroit, the city’s future seemed bleak. More than 60,000 people died in the attack. The few areas of the city that had withstood Destroyer’s doomsday weapons were quickly consumed in fires, floods and looting. What industry had survived the downturn in the economy quickly packed up and moved to safer regions.

Today, the gleaming skyscrapers of Millennium City™ stand as an example of American innovation and determination.

With the funding and technology available to them after the Battle of Detroit, planners decided not to rebuild the city, but to recreate it. Millennium City would be something the world had never seen before – a city with every possible technological advantage and comfort.

Corporations such as Harmon Industries and Cambridge Biotech committed vast amounts of their resources to constructing the “City of the Future.” Heroes flocked to the project as well, volunteering their time and powers to the effort.

Now spire-like skyscrapers are connected by picturesque garden skybridges. Solar panels and nearby windmill farms generate clean, renewable power. Automated, computer-controlled highways eliminate gridlock and traffic accidents. Flashy 3-D holograms have replaced billboards. Info-Kiosks on street corners offer a continual stream of news and information. Free, high-speed wireless Internet access is available in every business and home, and Millennium City’s schools and libraries store the vast majority of their data electronically.

Dozens of corporations have moved their headquarters to the revitalized downtown, and millions of residents have been attracted by the city’s luxuries and plentiful jobs.

Heroes, too, have flocked to Millennium City. The world’s most powerful superteam, the Champions, can be found in Millennium City, in addition to other colorful heroes, like the genetically-altered genius gorilla Dr. Silverback or the super strong cop codenamed Kodiak.

Of course, there are superhuman villains as well. High-tech thieves and mercenaries plague the city’s corporations and research facilities. The New Purple Gang has formed out of the remnants of Detroit’s organized crime families. Old threats like VIPER lurk in the shadows, waiting for their chance to strike.

Looming over all is the spectre of Doctor Destroyer. Millennium City was created in defiance of his plans. He will not allow the insult to go unanswered.

Current Date​

It's been more than 17 years since Doctor Destroyer blasted Detroit into rubble. But today, the gleaming skyscrapers of Millennium City stand upon the ashes of Detroit as an example of innovation and determination, drawing Heroes from far and wide. The world’s most powerful superteam, the Champions, can be found in Millennium City, in addition to other colorful heroes, like the genetically-altered genius gorilla Dr. Silverback or the super strong cop codenamed Kodiak. Followed by dozen if not hundreds of unique and powerful heroes fighting untold dangers threatening not just Millennium City but the rest of the world as well.

One of these recent heroes is me, my name is Lirdzyne of the house Barrindar, which means in human tongue, Brand Hunter of the house, Spawns of Black Hearts. Or in short tongues, my name would be, Lird Barrindar, Branded Spawn of Black Hearts. The people of this realm calls me Blackheart Hellbrandt, or just Blackheart or Hellbrandt, whichever they prefer.

Names are not important to me though. I have been freed of my people's suppression, though I am sealed away from my own home realm, am I enjoying life here on Earth more then in the realm of my people, the Drows or the Dark Elves as they are known. My life has not been easy but it was not about taking the easy path, in the end I got over it and now I am having a much happier life. Though I am a loner still, as I kill while most heroes just knock them unconscious, are the thanks of those I save enough to make me move on in life.

And now the people I've sworn to protect needs my aid. The city is under direct attack from the Qulaar, an alien race whose motives remain unclear to even the Champions themselves. The call goes out to all able-bodied heroes to lend a hand in helping to repel the onslaught and clean up the mess the Qulaar are making. And I am one of these heroes who seek to end tihs invasion, from what I've heard so where these insectoids much more dangerous when they attacked decades ago, but now they are attacking in swarms as if in a made personal rage rather then using their genetically made monsters.

I know little of the Qulaar but I know enough of insectoids from my own realm that these are extremely like Umber-hulks, blind as bats but with hearing and touch far above regular beings. But these are more intelligent and with advanced technology. I cannot fight these invaders alone but I can do my best to take down a large number and help the Police in keeping them from damaging more of the city.

Braking from my thought I hear a buzz from next to me and a drone attacks me with its clutching hands in an almost comical way. I react as is my nature and training, by summoning a sphere of hellfire and with a precise threw blew a hole straight through the drone's chest, it end up collapsing, burning apart by the black and green flames until it is smouldering ash. I am standing at the front lines of the advancing military and police forces trying to retake the central city from the aliens, they are attacking the Ironclad Cannon, the main anti invasion and anti air defence cannon of the city, made by the alien Ironclad, a powerful weapon capable of punching holes through the strongest of space ship.

An officer shoots down a firebug and shouts at me while e keeps shooting his handgun at another bug. "Blacheart! The chief wants you to get to the
Champion HQ! The Qulaar are attempting to disarm the cannon again!" I draw my sword, the Nazgiria, not a real word, but it is its name, it is a Spirirt sword connected to me, and it is a she, a spirit of a black dragon to be precise, contained within this sword after I killed her myself, now we work together as one. "As you command." I then leap out and black and green flames erupt from my back and I fly in a blazing fury through the swarming insectoids. My blade is covered by hellfire and I burn their frail bodies apart as I cut through them as I pass them by.

The cannon is up ahead and I extinguish the wings from my back and land with a flip on the staircase leading up towards the cannon. Just then a Qulaar dropship flies down towards my location, its main cannon loading up its energy beam. I do not notice until a magic projectile of some kind splits the skies and punches a hole through the carapace of the small drop ship and it drops to the ground, exploding shortly afterwards.

With my sword drawn I step up towards the Ironclad Cannon, only to find the crw and Ironclad being attacked form all sides by the insectoids. I leap forward, my blade splitting apart the insects before more dropships approaches. One of them flies over one of the AA guns, where I see a beautiful human female casting magic, the same that took down the drop ship from earlier. I see her unaware of another drop ship approaching her from behind, I leap forward and swiftly pull her out of the range of fire, while raising Nazgiria and swung it at the beam which erupted from the drop ship. The magical blade deflected the beam back at its source and the ship detonated, showering pieces of space bugs over the place.

After Ironclad dispatched the last of the Qulaar we began working with repairing the cannon from the light damages it had taken. Me and the magic user were opening a crate of supplies when I noticed her body seemed a bit tired, she must have been casting very powerful magic for a good while for it to tire her so. "Are you alright mistress?" It is a habit of mine to call a female mistress, I am working my way into letting it go but it might take a while as I am not used to the custom of the realm.

 

[Orithyia]

This morning by no ways made my top ten listings. It didn't even make my top one hundred thousand. The one and only reason for that being no one, repeat no one likes getting woken up hours before the sun on their birthday. A birthday that said birthday girl had planned and paid big money to spend at a spa.

"This is the hero hotline; you seemed to have reached our busy line. If you hold on the line someone will be with you momentarily." The caller id told me it was a number encrypted by SOCRATES and therefore made it a work call.

"Bria." The voice was tired and belonged to the quite Witchcraft more like the big sister I never had then the mother figure she was more like. The fact that she had used her real name and had also called through SOCRATES told me that it was serious.

I cringed knowing that voice well but continued in hopes that Bethany would get tired of the game and just hang up. And by the sound of her voice I wouldn't have to wait long. "If you know your party's extension number please press the pound key and enter it now. Otherwise please hold on the line and the next available hero will be with you."

"Lady Yggdrasil." The name was said more forcefully but still held the same tired that had been in it before. "The Trismegistus Council-"

"No." I cut her off just hearing the dreaded 'T' word. "No. No. No and no, topped with a dollop of whipped no. Every time you say their name I'm called to 'study' which involves every different way they can think up to kill me and leaves me in a washed out coma that would conquer a normal person for a week but I only have 12 hours to get over. OR they require my help is saving something or someone and while I have no problem with that today is my birthday and I can give you a list of a dozen people who can fill in for me."

"Yet they ask for you." The way she said it made it sound more like the period at the end of a sentence rather than a statement. "And they are still going easy on you if they are still giving you 12 hours."

And before I could say anything Witchcraft hung up. I would have been mad that I had been hung up on but I heard the jest in her voice and was able to forgive her. "Happy birthday to me." I sang to myself rolling out of bed. "Happy birthday to me." I had fallen asleep in the cave again and was grateful for it. My apartment in the city was farther away then I wanted it to be when I was called upon and I had been seriously considering just moving into the cave figuring that I only slept in the apartment one if maybe two nights a week. "Happy birthday dear hero who has to go to work with the chance of deaaa-th." It would be easy enough to get a PO Box and just spell it to send my mail here, I thought to myself finishing my song. "Happy birthday and don't dieeeee."

Witchcraft said it had been a sign of true laziness that I warded my closet but it made dressing as quick as a snap of my fingers. Against the wall hung an old mirror that had been recovered from my family and then spelled by me to be my auto-dresser as I liked to call it. I stood before it naked and simply thought of my costume and knowing that it was there it appeared on my body, ta-da! It was just another matter of another cast spell and she was magically in Millennium City. At once the problem hit me like a rain cloud.

The Qularr.

So far it seemed to only be Qularr pods, Firebugs and your simple Drone foot soldier and while the sun still slept that's what kept my morning busy. Until back up came.

"It's what Champions eat for breakfast!" I laughed at a worn out look cop leaning against a broken lamp post. The sun had been out for maybe an hour and Jr. Officer had been tagging along side me for the last three. "Go back to the safety area and get some real food in your belly." I gave him a warm smile and patted his slumped shoulder.

"Are you-"

"If you finish that with 'sure' I'm going to worry that you're worse off then I think and call it in that you need a break and some food." I threatened with good intentions.

The cop nodded letting his head sag and show just how tired he really was. I didn't think that following me had been that difficult but then again I had been trained and prepped for just this kind of thing. If the roles had been reversed I wasn't sure I would be able to hold my own in the run of the mill bank hold up but then again I didn't think I would ever find myself in the run of the mill anything. "I'll find you when I eat and rest a little." He promised me before jogging down the path that we had just cleared.

No sooner was he out of sight then a drone ship rounds the building in front of me. Farther out in the distance I can see more and a handful of them seem to be heading towards the HQ. "Witchcraft!" I knew the scream is useless but fear clutched my chest with a cold and unfriendly hand. She was the only person in my life that mattered to me and I wasn't going to lose her or see her harmed if I could help it. The ship spotted me as I raised my hands my blood boiling in a controlled manor that only powered my attack. Without clouds slivered lightning as thick as a redwood stuck the ship and charred a large hole right through it. With a missing part of its belly gone the ship crashed to the ground and what Drones that lived the strike and crash struggled from the twisted mass of the ship. Again lightning crackled from the sky in small more frequent flashes until nothing moved in front of me.

A look around told me that everything had been cleared. The feeling that same with killing seemed to seep away with ever kill and while it still upset me to take a life the simple fact was that killing one's foe was quicker and safer when you rushed into a situation without knowing what was out there. Just like the one she was running for now at HQ.

It wasn't that I was thanking the Council but thanks to their murderous training running thru a crowed plaza with freshly landed Firebugs and Drones weren't a problem. It gave me a reason to use my newest favorite trick that I affectionately called raining thorns. Imagine if you will a sandstorm but instead of sand its tiny thorn seeds that whip around and cut and lodge themselves in your skin. Then using the water from your own body the thorn seeds grow, tearing thru your skin and wrapping it’s sharp vines around your body like a cage. The first time I had used it the Council said that magic used like that was evil, cruel and heartless. That using the victim’s own body to aid in it’s death was wrong. At the time I had felt bad but as I threw the magic out and it consumed the entire plaza that feeling was nowhere to be found.

“Witchcraft!” I burst thru the doors of HQ and knew that the chances of her being here while there was a battle brewing up outside was low but I wanted to make sure. “Witchcraft!” I called again. The Quarr were gathering here and their main air seemed to be the cannon. So far it seemed that only two ships were able to unload Drones and one of them had already been taken care of. The other ship had managed to make it to the cannon and was trying to disable it.

It seemed that the party had already started and the Drones were already attacking the crew and Ironclad being attacked. “You know I wouldn’t touch that if I was you. You break it you buy it.” I told the nearest Quarr tapping it on it’s shoulder. It turned it’s face towards just as I shoved a cord of woven fire thru his chest. The cried of their fallen comrade seemed to get the attention of the Drones set on breaking the cannon and they started to attack. It seemed that they had done enough damage that the cannon was offline but with this many Drones around it didn’t look like I would be able to fix it right now. I signed and started flinging spells of fire, ice and lightning at the attacking Drones.

A sweat had started to break on my forehead when the last Drone fell. “Well that was easier… then I would have thought.” I moaned eating my words half way thru the sentence as another Drone ship made it’s way to the HQ. “Will you just die already and be gone?!?!” The scream was just my annoyance; the angry slivered lightning that spilt the ship in two was just my way of expressing it. “Yii-ee!” Someone had grabbed me and I was about to frost them when I saw who it was. Black-heart or Hell-heart, something like that. I didn’t get the chance to say thank you before the fun started up again.

“Mistress.” One side of my mouth turned up. “Yeah, I like that. Mistress Yggdrasil.” I tried it out but it didn’t have the ring to it that I was hoping for. “Yeah I’m good. Thank you for before, you know with the ship and the beam and the grabbing me thing.” It was the first time that I had been saved and I wasn’t too sure how to react to it. “And you? Are you alright?”

 

[Drakkwall]

She's a beautiful woman, equal if not more to the statues of Lolth's human form, a shape of beauty, power and grace unlike which I had seen before. I was ensnared and yet I couldn't find myself to act upon it, only following my basic skills taught ot me since I was a child, obey. "I am efficient Misstress Yggdrasil, I am known as Blackheart Hellbrandt and I am here to aid with the defence and restoration of the Ironclad Defence Cannon." As we spoke I took the final box of materials and chucked it at Ironclad who caught it with a nod and the cannon was soon to be repaired, that's when the second wave of these alen insects came.

I grasped Mistress Yggdrasil's side and leaped back as a bolt of energy nearly struck us from behind as more drop ships came from above the Champion HQ building. Drawing upon the powers of hell I fired a disk of green hell fire and it split the first drop whip before splitting out into two half moon shaped spinning blades and detonated two more. I held out Nazgiria and the spirit of the Black Dragoness within my blade spoke out loud, which she rarely did, as I cut down a trio of drones followed by five fire bugs and a bug master. "It seems like you have found a user of the druid magics darling, oooooh my she's a beauty, are you going to invite her for dinner?"

Did I forget to mention that Nazgiria is bit of a pervert and matchmaker? She has tried at least six times since we came to this dimension to seduce me by materializing herself in a solid drow female body, only managed to give me a blow job in my sleep before I woke up and forced her back into her blade. And, she's a bisexual woman, being a dragoness she has had a long tome to experiment as she calls it. "Not the right time for teasing Nazgiria, we have a cannon to defend against these space born vermins." I stated before leaping up and kicked one flying drone in the skull with my hellfire engulfed boot, and it was sent into another, making it catch ablaze, and then another, and another, until it is raining green and black burning comets.

But these vermin are vast in numbers and I am starting to have a hard time keeping them back from the cannon, Mistress Yggdrasil, Ironclad and the soldiers defending it. It was like trying to keep back a flood as I stood at the stairs leading up to the cannon,a wall of hellfire fuelled in front of me constantly, my body sweating from the sleepless day, night and day I had gone through using magic and physical efforts endlessly. 36 hours is a long time even for a drow like myself to go fighting around without sleep.

My concentration starts to waver and I am about to grasp Nazgiria to fight physically when Mistress Yggdrasil fires her magic upon the swarm and it crumbles to dust. I stumble back, resting against the base of the cannon, my body exhausted but slowly regaining energy as I took a short break. I needed to sleep but I couldn't sleep, I had to fight, defend the city, I had sworn to do so and I could sleep once I was dead or the invasion thwarted.

"Good work there heroes and soldiers, the cannon will be ready to fire, but we need to get the firing codes from the HQ central computer, Defender and Witchcraft are fighting the invaders in the HQ, go and help them out and we can end this invasion." At Ironclad's words I push myself off the side of the cannon's large base and holster my weapon, exhausted but with enough energy to take out those within the Champion's HQ.

 

[Orithyia]

It was a shame that the Mistress didn't sound any better coming from Blackheart's mouth then mine. "Its simply Yggdrasil. Lady if there is a want or request you know will be hard won from my but otherwise Yggdrasil works. But I guess you can call me what you will since that really isn't my real name either." I winked and the tip of my tongue darted out in a playful manor. "I'm not sure what your life was like before coming here but its not illegal the smile here. Enjoy in the knowledge that you are saving lives. Its not something that everyone is 'efficient' at." He was so formal and seemingly serious that I couldn't help but tease him a little. I would have continues with the light jests but there was another wave coming and I didn't get the chance to.

Again I was grabbed by Blackheart and swept to safety. Figuring that it was a habit of his I just stood there and watched the way he fought. I'd grown up around the hero types and I had to say that they really weren't my type but there was a vicious undertone in the way Blackheart fought that interested me. It didn't help that he called upon fires flamed of my favorite color. I called a ball of fire to my hand and tried tweaking it to burn in a different color but my flame burned the color that a fire should be. It was suddenly a very boring and just the slightest bit frustrating so I lopped it at the coming Drone and went back to watching BH.

A ripple of power flowed from Blackheart that wasn't his. I could feel it only because it was a spirit of some sort. My magic prickled under my skin wanting to reach out and touch but I pulled back on it. My shaman was very powerful and equally dangerous and almost twice as addictive. Still my magic seethed with unrest, it knew this touch of power but I couldn't put my finger on it and I wasn't going to risk letting it out to find out. No matter how much it bothered me that I knew what it was but couldn't remember. Whatever it was seemed to be tightly linked with Blackheart and that alone was strange because it didn't look like he had shaman magic in him. Surely I would have felt it if he did, right?

Blackheart was tiring I could see it and I left my spot near the cannon to join him. "Room for one more or do I need a reservation?" I didn't wait for an answer and just swept my hands out, sending out a waved of heat so fierce that it left the Drones, Firebug and Invasion Leader crumbling like dust. Turning back I noticed Blackheart leaning against the cannon and it reminded me of the jr officer that had be with my earlier today. I wanted to tell Blackheart to take it easy, to get some rest but this wasn't the time for it no matter how badly it seemed he needed it. "Don't hangovers suck." I smiled ruffling his hair with a wink. "Make sure to remind me to give you my secret mix for hangover remedy." I was teasing him again but with things needing to be done I didn't stick around to see what his reaction would be. Rolling my shoulder I turned and started towards where Witchcraft and Defender was most likely to be.

I was getting tired and I knew that I only had a handful of nature spells in me before I was wiped and it scared me because that left me with my shaman abilities left and those were powered from a different base. I shook my head glad that I wasn't running off into a direction that was ally-less and filled with more Qularr. A spell bolt that must have missed because it hit the wall was my first tell of where Witchcraft was. Another was the dazed and knocked out Qularr. No one to be left behind I sprinted toward the misfired bolt and saw Defender. I skidded to his side with a smile sending out jolts that paralyzed the near by invaders. "Miss me?"

Defender shook his head. "Last as always."

"Whatever." I shot back sticking out my tongue as he took out a whole row of drones with a non-lethal move. Around Defender and Witchcraft I took more precaution in my the power of my spells toning it down from 'you're never going to wake up' to 'in a day or five you'll be fine'. "Blackheart is on his way down." I let Defender know leaving where he was at to join Witchcraft, tasering Qularrs cold as I pasted them. "I was trying to find you when I saw the ships surround HQ."

"I know we heard you yelling." Witchcraft dodged the searching hands of a drone and sent it flying to the wall pinned there by magic.

"Thanks for letting me know you were alive." A wave of ice claimed the legs of three drones and I moved on to more. With the drop in the intensity of power needed in these spells I was able to add a few more to tally the totally from a handful to a heaping handful.

"Saw the vines." I was gifted with a look as Witchcraft took on her share of the Qularrs.

"Right... I'm going to go find Blackheart I left him a few steps behind me, then we got to find the firing codes then return to Ironclad. Bye." It didn't feel like running away at all, even though that was what it was. Three firebugs later and I spotted Blackheart and joined his side. "Boy did I miss you're smiling face." I greeted him. "Do you want to cover me as I get the codes or shall I cover you and sneek peeks at what I'm guess is a pretty nice butt as you get the codes?"

 

[Drakkwall]

I am a bit confused as of why the beautiful Yggdrasil is speaking to me with such teasing and yet warm words, I am familiar with the ways of my people, the serious drows who keeps everything strict, chained and lethal. One couldn't have love in my people's realm for to love is to show a weakness and no drow has every confessed to have loved. "I do not have a hangover am I afraid, I have fought since yesterday with no food, water or rest. I will need all three once the city is safe and the invaders have tasted defeat."

We entered the HQ, and Yggdrasi lwent quickly ahead while I went towards the main chamber where I thought Defender and Witchcraft would be. As Yggdrasil caught up with me we both entered the room and found a large robotic armour guarded by troopers by some advanced biological machines. I rushed forward, telling Yggdrasil to keep back, leaping up I grasp onto the man' s metal covered torso before swinging myself over onto his back. And then I grasped upon some of the bare wires and let my natural talent in ruining technology come to light.

He screamed as his armour began to smoke and spark, the hydralics were malfunctioning and were pulling his armour together rather then apart, it only took around thirty seconds for the man inside the armour to let out one final scream before a mixture of blood, mangled flesh, organs and crushed bones exploded out of the armour as it crumbled together into a useless piece of mangled metal. Getting off the now child sized metal lump I turn towards the four machines and sees all of them turned into blackened ruin with the corpses of the soldiers lying around them and a smirking Yggdrasil leeringly swaying her hips as she blows her finger as if it was a gun while walking over to me and making another lewd comment.

I was honestly finding it hard to resist her approach, it was so different then from what I was raised with and I found myself enjoying it far more then I probably would have, had it been in my home dimension. "We should go and get the firing codes in the main frame to Ironclad." We entered the defence room where the mainframe stood, pretty hard to msis with the image of the Ironclad Cannon defence on the big screen. I attempted to lean forward and relay the firing sequence, and somehow managed to not mangle the system, only to jump when I felt a hand grope my left ass cheek and turned to see the widely smiling Yggdrasil with her heavy bosom jiggling like crazy from her held back laughter and giggling.

Nazgiria of course decided to speak up her mind about this. "Ooooh! Nice touch there sister, but you should try for his crotch next time, he doesn't wear underwear beneath the leather armour so you can get a nice feel of his tool and believe me, it is worth feeling up!" If it wasn't for the fact that I had gone through such groping while a drow would I have blushed and stuttered, but I didn't even need to speak as the cannon fired upon the Qulaar mother-ship and within moments was the invasion ended and the aliens repelled from the planet once more.

 

[Orithyia]

He was hopeless, completely and utterly hopeless. I sighed to myself shaking my head wondering once again about this serious man's life. "It was a joke love, just a joke. Learn to relax. It'll do you good." I promised. Then again he might be allergic to it and go into anaphylaxis shock and die. Looking at Blackheart there was a chance that what I was thinking could be true and I just pushed the thought and wonder about this unknown person away, It wasn't my place to dig and pry.

"It's becoming a pattern." I told Blackheart after playing with fire and winning. "I'm only seeming to run into the larger more annoying Qularr-like problems when you're around." There was a slight frown on my lips as I said those words because they were kind of true. "Looks like I'm not the only one interested in the tall dark and handsome type." And just like that my award winning smile was back.

When Blackheart bent over to retrieve the codes from the computer I couldn't help but reach out and cup his left ass cheek. I gave him fair warning that I would so it was only his fault that my hand was now where it was. "Whaddya know..." I giggled as my hand tightened a few times getting a good feel. "You do have a pretty nice butt." I smirked letting my hand drop, my other hand covering my mouth as I bent over and laughed till my sides hurt. "I'm sorry-" I panted trying to catch my breath. "I just couldn't help it." I apologized with tears in my eye just in case I offended him. He seemed interesting enough to make a friend out of so I didn't want to upset him and lose him as my newest possible friend.

It turned out that would be the end of the day as the cannon fired and the Qulaar retreated. I knew they would be back again, they always return. A smile tweaked the corner of my lips, kind of like a Terminator movie; 'I'll be back'. As my thoughts went where they wished I felt the shiver of another spirit and got the mental image of scales as black as the night armed with teeth, claws and spiked ready to shred wherever foe stupid enough to challenge it.

"You've GOT to be KIDDING me." I had started to walk away when I felt the second brush of familiar magic and realized what it was. I stared at Blackheart and tried to figure out how his body was so closely tied to the spirit of a dragon. My eyes narrowed but couldn't figure it out how they were linked. It helped that I knew what I was looking at because the slither of the dragon's spirit was almost a visible present now. "I don't know how you managed it but here." From seemingly out of nowhere I tossed a pure gold coin at Blackheart. I had only touched against a dragon once before and it had been wild and untamed. Having found out that I could feel it, it used all it's pent up anger and frustration and demanded outrageous things from me that I later learned could be calmed with the glitter of gold.

There was a lot about this man that I wanted to get to know, needed to find out because not knowing would drive me crazy. "So your place or mine?" I casually asked with a single raise of my eyebrow.

 

[Drakkwall]

O was a bit confused but the way this woman was treating me was making me feel a bit... horny. Yeah even a cool headed drow can get horny from having a beautiful woman seductively teasing, leering and groping you without trying to dig her nails into your balls, slash you with a dagger or lash you with a whip. And of course with a black dragoness who is a nymph in the head, am I not totally innocent. Rolling the gold coin in my fingers I let a small smile escape my lips before I flipped the coin back at her. "Nazgiria doesn't need another gold coin for her to fawn over, she has her own horde within our base for her to enjoy. And if you truly wish to see my lair, will I welcome your company Mistress Yggdrasil."

As we talked we got interrupted by Defender who stormed into the room alongside Witchcraft and Kinetic, the trio greeted us with open smiles and cheerful congratulations while telling us about the Mayor wanting to see us. I am pretty sure Miss Yggdrasil is feeling just as frustrated as I am right now, as we had been enjoying each others company when they suddenly interrupted the moment. Even Nazgiria was giving off a black gloom of frustration because of the interrupted flirting as she saw it.

We had to stay for an hour for the Mayor, the police, the military, the civilians and some heroes to come and greet us outside the Champions HQ with the Mayor giving us the Key to the City. When the ceremony ended and the reconstruction of the city began I carefully stepped aside and meet miss Yggdrasil by the Westside Harbour. "Do you still wish to see my realm Mistress Yggdrasil?" I asked in a polite voice while twisting forth a portal of burning brimstone out of the ocean ten feet from the docks, shaping a bridge of solid flames for us to step upon, and with me offering my elbow to her, I had learned some of the ways of the people of this world though most still call me old styled because of my own world's lack of modern concepts and technologies.

She took my arm, and I had to fight down the heat in my body to rise to my cheeks as her large breasts rubbed against my arm. I lead her across the burning walkway until we reached the portal and then we went through it and reached, my home. The world swirled with heat and dark flames for a few seconds before revealing the interior of my home the drow citadel of Luth'vana Verosh, the City of Hellfire. Its black interior looking like a massive city of spires, bridges and towers carved out of the insides of a massive cavern, which it kind of was. The place was shaped like a circle, with the bottom holding the Sacrificial Chamber where the portal to my own realm once stood. "This is Luth'vana Verosh, the City of Hellfire, this is where I live after forcing my own kin out of this realm before they could wreak havoc upon this world and enslave, murder and sacrifice more innocents to their demosn and gods."

 

[Orithyia]

"There is no such thing as too much if it's worth fawning over." But I pocketed the coin never the less and made a mental note to try again at a later date with something more flashy and gaudy just because Blackheart said she didn't need it. The thought brought a smile to my lips and I pictured the not so excited Blackheart's face.

I loved most everything about this job but all the ceremonies and whatnots were the snag in the silk, or how ever that saying went. But just as I was raised I smiled, thanked everyone and threw out a comical 'Get you pet spayed or neutered' just to see the winkle at the corner of Witchcraft's mouth. A tell of her annoyance at me. My response was a larger smile as I left the stage as quickly as I could.

"Man." I moaned rolling my neck back and forth. "Why doesn't that always feel like I've walked away with years siphoned from me then just hours." I wanted to complain more but my voice was drowning out the soft crash of the water and that's the reason I was here. My hand reached back to rest at the nape of my neck as I massaged it with dancing fingers.

Maybe it was because I was tired and not paying any attention but what Blackheart's voice broke the rhythmic lapping I was ashamed to admit that I spun ready to throw down to magic. "Blackheart." I sigh his name and let my guard drop. I wasn't really given a chance to answer before a portal was opened and an arm was offered. I shrugged and figured that I would only be going home to shower and rest because I was too late for my spa day to make it worth going to. "You know it's my birthday today." I mention in a soft voice for no reason at all. In fact I wasn't even sure why I said as I walked thru the portal with Blackheart.

"Wow." I whistle as I take in my surroundings. "Why am I not surprised that this place is as cheery as you are." I tease. This place could really use a woman's touch." And the image of my first hideout appeared in my head. It was a massive tree house tree structure that I loved. Animals from all over the forest would visit and it was light and airy. I really missed the place but I had a new place now and it was my home away from home.

"So do I get the royal tour or just the playboy's hitlist before the real fun starts? I should warm you, I going to want to steal a shower if I'm held here for more then a couple of hours and I have a bad habit of using all the hot water." I wagged my eyebrows. "But I know a way to fix that if you don't mind getting a little personal." I dropped his arm and snaked my body over his quickly before putting a respectable amount of space between us. There was something about Blackheart that made me want to tease him like this. It was life he was this innocent unopened thing that I couldn't wait to open and play with. Some of it was purely sexual but the majority of it I didn't really understand and didn't want to mess with.

 

[Drakkwall]

OOC: Welcome back

"The parts of my lair which aren't infested by monsters shall be revealed as we walk to the bathroom. There's a couple of separated rooms and chambers but they are mostly all the same. And as it is your birthday, I shall be sure to bring you a gift and a feast with the grandeur and flavor you desire and most likely deserve Mistress Yggdrasil." I keep myself cool and collected, but I cannot help but feel a sensation unfamiliar to me with in my gut and heart. Nazgiria is giggling within my mind and I can practically hear her pout as I unsheathe her and put her to a pedestal in the protected quarters of my lair. It is protected by a barrier of magic that repels all that would seek to harm, kidnap or use me for evil deeds. A large purple carpet welcomes us to a grand hall of statues and glowing pillars of magic alongside banners covered by runes. I have some modern things installed into the lair when I discovered the wonders of technology.

Guiding my guest to the separated wing of my lair I open a door to reveal a large waterfall pouring into a waterfall with golden statues of dragons lining the mountain, there were growth of wild life and a few rare songbirds from my realm, one of the few things of my mother I enjoyed was her love for birds. "I hope this will suffice Mistress Yggdrasil, if you wish to use a fresh pair of clothes then there's a large wardrobe behind the wooden door with the goat head shaped silver handle. Do you wish for anything else?" I am unsure how she will react to the question, while most of the drow women I have served, including my sisters and mother, I had always been standing still and holding towels while they giggle, talking and sometimes groping me as if to show off to their friends and company. And while I felt a bit ashamed by it in the past do I find myself finding the thoughts of Yggdrasil treating me like that not so wrong, quite hormonally pleasant actually.

 

[Orithyia]

OOC>> Thanks. Sorry for the LONG wait but it's been a very busy set of months.​

I listened to Blackheart talk and it made me wonder just how big this place is and that it wouldn't be the same underground that our city sat upon, could it? I notice that his sword has an area entirely to itself and made the educated guess that this place was beyond massive. There were so many questions that I wanted to ask but it wasn't really my place to. This was his hideout and therefore his secrets to keep. But still the magical potential of a place like this had the back of my mind itching to play.

"Now this I like." I cooed as I was shown the bathroom. It was like a the medieval version of a spa. "We'll have to get together and set me up with something like this." Again the thought of this place itched at me but I pushed it aside. "This will moer than suffice." I nodded at his instructions on where to find fresh clothes and then look around again. "Will it bother you having me bath here?" I wasn't sure if this was his personal bathroom of just a guest one but I didn't want to keep him waiting to bath if it was the only one he used. 'And where were the soaps? Wait there also wasn't a mirror around meaning that I would have to undress myself.

"Blackheart, stud muffin dearest." I start in my sweetest of voices. It was the voice I used when I needed help and I need help. "Will you do me a favor?" I batted my eyelashes and laid it on thick. ""Please." My bottom lips stuck out and the tone of my plead turned sensual. I slowly walk to him and leave only enough room between us to pass a single piece of patter thru. I'm staring into his eyes as I slowly spin my back towards him. "There's this eye and hook under my cape at the nape of my neck." I pull my hair over one shoulder, breaking eye contact to sweep my cape off to the side. "It's a pain to get to and I was wondering if you wouldn't just undo it for me and pull the zipper down as well." My face turned back to his and there was certain kind of glimmering playfulness in my eyes. The silk seam zipper started just where my bottom curved out and went up all the way up my back, where there would be no interruptions from bras or anything for that matter because if I had to wear this skintight getup I was going to make sure I didn't have to wear it with a bra. "If it's not too much trouble." I add one side of my lips turning up in a half smile of trouble.

I didn't know what I was expecting him to do but all I knew was that teasing him like this was fun. At the moment I knew I didn't want it to turn into the hot and heavy but I really didn't see a reason why I couldn't play with the tall dark and very handsome drow.

 

[Drakkwall]

"Of course Mistress Yggdrasil, it's no hassle at all." While I was maintaining a voice of obedience and neutrality was the sensations in my chest and stomach growing larger. As I step forward I realize tat my armour is perhaps not the most fitting thing to wear when aiding a lady in removing her clothes, with a shift of my will I turn my armour into a white t-shirt, a pair of long black leather trousers and my hands, feet and head left bare. I can feel her eyes tracing my torso with a hunger I have felt before from other women fo my kind, though far more sinister in intent. This warm and caring desire tracing my body was affecting me more then my three centuries as a male slave to women had ever affected me before.

"Please relax Mistress as I care for your garments." I say in a gentle voice, the first warmth since my mother died at my own hand is shown in my voice as I speak and I gently remove her cloak from her shoulders, carefully folding the fine cloth into a bundle. The eye unlocks by my nimble hands and I can feel her body tense as I slowly put my hands to the proof. I reach out and with my palms resting against her back I grasp the zipper and carefully unzip it as to keep the zipper from jamming. Carefully I trace the zipper down to her corset's end, I can hear her sweet voice hitch as I nudge the zipper off its hinge and the corset is opened completely.

Without any sign of shyness I gently help her undress, I carefully grasp the edges of the corset, she raises her arms, and I pull it to the bundle, her torso now laid bare, I pull my arms to her left arms and with trained finger tips I trace the laces of her gloves and slowly remove them, my hands almost caressing her fine strong arms. I then repeat this with her other arm and I then kneel down and she lets out a slight whimper as I grasp the buckle of her belt and I untie it, her rear laid bare with only a barely covering loincloth of some kind, panties or thong, one of those words.

I then begin to untie her boots, my head's hair presses against the back of her thigh and I can feel her body tremble at the touch ,her hand reaches down and digs into my hair, not rough and hard like my former mistresses did, but gentle and caring, like I had wanted to feel from my own mother so many times. My finger unbind the high heel boots one by one and she raises her feet as I gently peel them off, leaving only her thigh high laced socks and underwear on. Her body shudders as my palms press against both side s of her left thigh and my fingertips dig into the soft smooth skin to reach beneath the edge of the lace, making her release a gentle gasp. She supports herself by pressing her hand against my head and raises her foot and I slowly pull the netting off her beautiful leg, my hand feeling every smooth curve of her long leg from thigh to toe as I peeled then netting off each leg. I then stand up and I press my palms against her sides and I feel her warm body shiver as I press down into her smooth softness and I slowly press down the strings of her underwear, down her legs, my palms pressing against her beautiful legs until she raises her gentle feet and I remove her underwear.

I am unsure why but my face is flustered even with my self control and my manhood is hard and up, but I keep silent, just putting her clothes in the pile while I raise to take to the laundry when she speaks out to me, that I had forgotten something. I turn around and I see what I had forgotten ,the beautiful tiara resting upon her head, even as she keeps her back turned to me as she had the entire time, I can feel her flustered emotion burn through her body and I gently grasp the edges of the tiara and lift it off her head, my pinkies unwittingly tracing against her cheeks. I then put the tiara on the pile and I bow to her and speak up. "I shall take my leave then Mistress Yggdrasil, I shall prepare a feast and a gift for your day of birth as I mentioned earlier. And I hope it will be for your liking." I then turned to leave and put the clothes to be cleaned.

 

[Orithyia]

It was a surprise to watch the flow of his armor turn into something totally different. I stared at lines his muscles made in the shirt and could almost feel the hunger in me wake. I wasn't expecting that kind of reaction from myself and wondered if getting naked in this drow's hideout was a good idea. A part of me said it was a great idea, he was strong, handsome and a gentleman. And for all the same reasons the other part said that this was a bad idea.

"I love the way you speak but I fear it's out of habit of serving and I don't want you to feel like you have to." But Blackheart was already removing my cloak and carefully folding it. I watched fascinated at the care he took with my costume and for a moment felt back because it if was just me I would have unzipped, pulled off and tossed in a corner without a care. Still he acts as if each fabric sewn garment was a treasure. "Thank you." My voice is soft and without it's normal playful tone.

I expected him to stop there because that was all that I asked for but he kept going on. Watching his face I see not hesitation as he pulls my corset off with the help of my raised hands. Again he folds it with care and places it on top of my cloak. My breath quickens and my heart races knowing that I'm standing before this newly met person with my breasts bare to him should he care to look over my shoulder. It's been years since anyone has seen me with undressed and my newly awakened hunger roars to life.

The barest touch of his fingers on my arms as he pulls off my gloves raises goosebumps on my skin and I squirm on the tip of my toes. I have a feeling that Blackheart won't stop until I'm fully undressed and while that brings a blush to my face I can't make myself say stop. It's weird to have someone undress you and the intimate feelings it rises in you is unlike anything you could imagine. Or at least more then I could have thought a simple dress down could do to me.

It doesn't make things better when he kneels behind me to undo my belt. I can't help it as a slight whimper escapes my lips. I turn my head from the sigh of the top of his and focus on anything that might take my mind off of the things that are floating around in my mind. "I-" I start but quickly stop when my belt is off and my thong clad butt is in his face. It's then that my mind joins leagues with my racing heart and my quickened breathing. Being a girl I suddenly can't remember the last time I shaved my legs, how my ass looks, is this having the same effect on him that it is me? All these questions and more run over themselves as I struggle to answer all of them at the same time.

The feel of his hair touch me make me tremble and I can't stop thinking about how soft his hair is. "Um." I try to swallow the sound but can't when I feel his hands so high up my thigh. I know he's only taking off my stockings but the touch makes it's way higher and I swear that I can feel his touch there. Fearing that my legs will give I steady myself with the use of Blackheart's head and again sigh over how silky it is, thinking about how I could play with it for hours. I'm only half, if even, paying attention to what is going on when he stands and my hand trails down his clothed body. 'This isn't fair!' My mind whines. 'I'm naked, mostly, so should he!'

But his hands are resting against the sides of my hips and slide under the band of my thong. 'Oh Gods he's going to take my underwear off.' I thought surely he would have left me my underwear but his hands moved down my hip, legs and I step out of them hoping that there isn't an embarrassing wet mark.

"Blackheart." I hate the way his name fell from my lips all wanting and needy. I turn my face to look at him and my eyes go up to my tiara. He understand without me having to say anything and removes it, fingers trailing my face as he does. I sigh and close my eyes. I want to back to let my body listen to what my mind is telling me. I hadn't want to just jump to things but I also didn't think that I would be standing naked in front of him. Well back to him but still. I hear him speak but it's a dull static of words that by the time they reach my ears and I understand he's gone and the word 'wait' dry on parted lips.

That was the quickest bath I had ever taken. I told myself that I would lounge in the water until the burning touch of Blackheart's hands left my skin but my hair was washed and braided up, my skin scrubbed and smelling wonderful and there didn't seem to be any reason to stay in the water. The thing that took some time was wondering what I would wear. In what little time my bath had taken my eyes colored again and my golden hazel gray eyes were back. "What to wear, what to wear." I mused tapping my foot. I was half tempted to walk out there naked but I knew I didn't have the courage for that so I settled for a thin robe. 'Something that's easy to take off and quickly.' My mind told me as I slipped it on and fastened the belt.

"Blackheart?" I called out standing at the entryway of the bathroom. I didn't want to go looking for him and get lost or him get mad because I wasn't allowed in there. The Disney movie Beauty and the Beast flashed into mind and how angry Beast was when she went exploring in his room. "Blackheart?" I called again taking a few steps out of the entryway and farther down the purple carpet.

 

[Drakkwall]

As the beauty bathed within my chambers I had the sentries, the artificial life forms in the shape of humanoid metal golems, take her clothes to be washed. I then went to the kitchen where I had a clutch of fire imps living in my large ovens and open furnaces. Because of my hellfire abilities I attract demons, devils and lesser creatures of hell like a flame attract moths. The imps are the easiest to control and they are dead useful as they do not eat, sleep or rest, they only require one thing and that's energy.

Fire Imps are born out of hellfire, physical entities of fire who live by burning energy, they are living furnaces in a way. Out of the freezers were I have a large collection of Frost Imps freezing the meat I have the sentries retrieve three of the butchered animals, one Gluttonous Carrion, a large ostrich like bird that eats corpses in hell, it looks like a giant turkey with teeth and it taste a lot like turkey. The second is a Hellbull, a large beast covered by a black hide with eyes of fire and nostrils that breathes sulfur, it taste a bit like a mixture of beef and goat. The final animal was a simpler thing I had killed in the wilds around my home, a wild boar. In my gardens I have several ash imps who nurture the trees, crops and herbs with their flaked off ash hide. Sentries retrieve hoards of fruit, vegetables, spices and herbs. The other ingredients like egg, flour and milk I have brought from the mortal realm and has it stashed in a time continuum to keep it pine fresh.

I stuff the carrion with a mixture of herbs, fruit and sweet oath bread, I coat it with a mixture of honey, herbs, spices and slices of apple before roasting it within one of the larger ovens. The hellbull I slice apart, making a large amount of steaks which I marinade with a mixture of oil, spice and honey before roasting them with hell fire for a couple of seconds. The boar I roast over open fire, rotating it, covering it with its own fat mixed with spices, honey and herbs, with a large golden apple stuck between its snot, while the tusk are replaced with roast batter gravy stuffed large carrots I had hollowed out. Vegetables were sliced and dices, potatoes put to the boil and the fryer, fruits and ice cream turned into sweet sorbets I turned into a swirl shaped rainbow colored cake of icecream, covered with pixie-dust as sprinkles. (Imagine a three feet wide and one foot high cone, which top is turned into a spiral, then color it in clear fruity colors in the ways of a rainbow and cover it with white greenish glitter) As I had the sentries prepare the appetizers of fried shrimp with hot sauce and a salad I heard her voice call out for me.

I followed her cry at an instance, leaving the sentries to complete their work, I shift my shirt and pants into a formal looking but yet simple tuxedo, I think this is the outfit used in this world for formal and important occasions. The world shift before my eyes and I see the beautiful woman standing in the hall upon the large carpet, dressed in nothing but a thin robe. I find myself staring and only as she calls out for me again do I break out of my stupor and I step towards her and speak up in a kind voice, she brings out so much within me I had thought lost since I killed my heart to kill my own mother in her insanity. "You called Mistress Yggdrasil, is all well?"

 

[Orithyia]

Blackheart stands on the opposite side of the hallway that I'm peering down and I'm shocked to see he's in a tux. "I wasn't aware that the occasion called for something more then a robe." I'm normally not a fan of classic dress wear but there was something about Blackheart in a tux that I kind of liked. "You look good in a tux." I compliment him because what I say next might hurt his feelings. "I just hope that you didn't dress up for me. The shirt and pants look were perfect or you could also rock the robe and it can be more of a lax sleep over feel." Of course I slept naked most of the time but I didn't think that was appropriate for me to say.

As much as I like being called Mistress I have a sudden need to tell him my real name. I guess being naked in front of someone can do that to a person. "If you can promise to keep a secret I'll tell you what only two other people in out business knows about me." I was walking to Blackheart now ans once as his side took his arm, noticing that the neckline in the robe opened a little more but not enough to show what he's more than likely already seen.

It was then that the smells of cooking food made its way to me. "I don't know what that is but I can't wait to get it in my mouth." I wink at Blackheart wondering if he would get that I was talking about the food. 'Don't lie, The voice in my head tell me. 'It applies to him as well.' The small smile grew at that truth and I was chuckling. "I'm not even kidding I could stuff myself all night." And the laughter grew until my sides hurt. "I'm sorry." I sigh trying to calm myself. "The food smells great." I said making it clear that I was talking about what was cooking versus him.

 

[Drakkwall]

I nod at her words and I shift my clothing s she mentions how I should forgo the clothing, my tuxedo forms into a black and purple silk bathrobe lined with runes, the warmth in my lair keeps us warm s I lead her to the dining room. "If you wish of me to keep a secret then I shall keep it secret, not even the Lords of Hell shall be able to draw the knowledge out of me." I lead her to the grand hall, two large door of obsidian gold colored metal open for us to reveal a large feast of meat, desserts, different kinds of potatoes, smashed, boiled, fried and even some roasted.

The boar and the large hell bird are glistering in the candle light as are the large plate that contains a mountain of cooked steak meat. I smile a bit as she gapes at the sight and I gently lead her towards the table. "I hope this feast is for your enjoyment, I shall lead you to your seat." A large throne that looked almost more like a couch then a throne laid across the left side of the table. The sentries act as the servers and prepare th appetizers, laying down three bowls, one with a cesar salad, one with fried shrimps and one with hot sauce to dip the shrimps in.

As I sit down next to her she tells me her secret, her name, and I smile kindly, the first large smile I had ever shown to anyone else then my infernal companions and I return the favour. "It is a beautiful name, and as you gave me the faith of knowing yours, you shall know mine Mistress Bria. My name is Lirdzyne Barrindar, though you may call me Lird or Zyne if you wish." I wonder if she knows that the word Zyne means Offspring, Spawn and Fertility, a word that defines those with powerful genes and of strong lineages. While the word Lird means Branded, Bond or Hellborn, a word for those bond by evil powers or those who are marked by a higher power, sometimes both and sometimes neither. And as names in my world have more meaning then they appear would it not surprise me if my name had some power over me that have yet to experience.

"Do you enjoy the appetizers Mistress Bria?" I ask as I slowly put a shrimp covered by hot sauce into my mouth, unknowingly drawing her attention as I suck the fried pink shellfish meat into my mouth and chews it before swallowing and licking up the sauce that got caught on my lips.

 

[Orithyia]

I was secretly glad that Blackheart had chosen the robe instead of the outfit he had on before. "That's much better." I coo resisting the urge to slip my hand into his robe and rub his chest. "Is there anything that you don't look good in?" I asking already knowing what the answer is.

As we walked into the largest dining room that I have ever seen I am overloaded with sights and smells of food. When Blackheart had said that he would make me a feast I had thought large dinner not grand royal feast fit for a small city. "Wow." It's the only thing I can say. My normal schedule after crime fighting is shower and toasting bread and slapping on some jam, maybe making a microwave dinner but only if I was really hungry. My eyes find the desserts and I swipe a fingerful of thick cream and suck my finger clean. I'm tempted to just grab whatever it is with the sweet yumminess but know that good manors have rules about dessert before your meal.

"I don't know what to say." I tell Blackheart as I sit down. "I've never seen anything like this. I don't know where to start first. Everything looks amazing." My eyes may have skimmed his body as I say the last but. 'I really don't know whats wrong with me but I have to get a hold of myself before I scare him off. Or even worse bring him closer, naked and hard and- STOP!' It seems that my mind doesn't want to stop but I manage to think about it.

When Zyne smiles my hand automatically moved to his face to cup his cheek. "There at last, a smile." Slowly my hand falls from his face. I think about what he has just told me and I sound his names out in my head. "Zyne." I test the name and decide that I like the way it curves my tongue before falling from my lips. "The more I find out about you the more I like."

"It's a good as I thought but I'm afraid to eat more then three pieces. I want to leave room for a little taste of everything." I like the spicy sauce and since I had already decided that each thing would get three mouthful and I had already eaten my three I just let my fingers swirl in the sauce. Watching Zyne eat his shrimp I'm fixated on his tongue as it licks the sauce on his lips. With my guard down my mind takes the opportunity to drag me back to a time when his face was so close to my naked skin. While I know I didn't happen my mind acts out and I see Zyne pulling down my thong and kneeling again to trace areas of my body that he just uncovered with his tongue.

My finger had stopped moving in the sauce and it's a while before I notice that I've been staring. I squirm in my seat knowing that there is a faint brush of color on my cheeks. I'm stuck now and what little part of my mind that wasn't in the gutter happily falls into place with the rest of it. I fidget again in my seat wishing that I had a pair of underwear on. The feeling of his tongue on me so real that I can't find a comfortable position to sit in.

Sucking the sauce off my finger I rearrange myself so that I am sitting on my fold legs that I just tucked under me. "Do you always eat like this?" I asked trying for anything that would distract me from this phantom touch.

 

[Drakkwall]

I shake my head as we finish the appetizers and the main course is brought forth, we each get a large piece of meat from the three different animals, a steak, a cut of bird breast file and a fine chop of roasted boar meat. Along with some different types of potatoes and gravy. "No I do not, normally I just eat a couple of simple meals a day. The only times I cook in such quantity is during special occasions. When I was a slave and warrior of my family I was taught to serve and cook food for my family during higher occasions, less chance of poisoning if one who is to eat as well makes the food."

It strikes me that this is f the first time I have had a proper conversation with anyone in my entire life at a dining table, I have heard and read about things like dates and family dinners with a good conversation but I had never thought I'd experience anything like this. It was a good feeling. And I have to admit, I was starting to feel a bit... frisky with us so close to each other and her robe slightly open, revealing a deep cleavage even my mother would have been openly staring at during one of her dinner parties and my mother was a well known for her own body shape and preference of men for sex.

She gets a strange glint in her eyes as we look at each other in mute silence as we try to talk some more, the food untouched until she slices some of the meat and hold out her form for me. Is she... feeding me? She smiles at me and I find myself unable to deny her offer and I open my mouth and she inserts the piece of meat into my mouth and I bite it off the fork slowly, a bit unsure. She seems to brighten, her cheeks getting a bit red as she giggles, I decide to try it as well and I cut up a piece of my steak and I hold it out for her and she looks at me with strange eyes before smiling and licking the meat off the fork, I suddenly feel my throat tighten as it dries up, I suppress the urge to swallow, a smile growing on my own lips and I release a low chuckle.

We chuckle and giggle at the silliness of the situation but we keep it up, in mute silence we cut up our food and feed each other. I had never been fed like this before, I hadn't been fed as a baby, we drows are raised with only a bottle of milk which magically feds us when we want it. Women of the drow are vain by nature they do not wish for their breasts possibly being ruined and even sagging because of milk feeding their children. To feel this comfortable sensation of being fed with care by this beautiful woman, it is... wonderful. And as we keep it up I can feel my throat tighten further and my mouth, even though it is stuffed with gravy, meat and potatoes, dries up instantly as I see her beautiful smile and hear her giggling, her body shacking and causing her large mounds to jiggle beneath the robe. By the gods she is driving me insane... and I can't find myself willing to even consider stopping it.

 

[Orithyia]

"Your family made you a slave to them?" I'm shocked and appalled. I never had a functional. family but I know well enough that you don't treat family like that. You don't treat anyone like that. "Why would they treat you so?" I can't imagine that there is a rational explanation for that sort of treatment but maybe Zyne would be able to help me see it less as barbaric and more... I didn't know how Zyne could put it in a better light but maybe that was a drow thing that I would just have to understand. I patted his arm only being able to imagine what his life was life as a slave to his family.

With the main course all laid out I let my escape into cutting my foods into tiny bites. Knowing a little of the life Zyne had curbed some of my hunger lust but didn't stopped from still pulling at me. The knowledge that's the way he grew up and seeing the person that was sitting at my side I just smile. He was strong and pure even with all the killings of the qularr. The mood in me shifts and something kinder and softer takes it's place when the hunger lust had left space.

"Here." I hold out a piece of meat and smile at Zyne. The grin only grows as I see his unsure motions as he takes the meat from my fork. They it is again, I had seen it before on him and I wasn't quite sure of what it was. I'm still not sure what that look or feeling was but it has me giggling. Zyne seems to recover from his unsureness as he offers me a piece of meat. My laughter dies off and my mind can't help but to tell me to take his meat. I gave a tiny shake of my head and wrap my mouth around the fork. I'm looking Zyne in the eyes as I slide my lips back and off the fork, the piece of meat gone. It's his turn to chuckle and I join in as I chew my meat.

The rest of the course we feed each other and though the course if silent of talking we exchange much. Like I had promised myself I only hook three bites of each. I wasn't sure if there was a look or not on Zyne's face when I held my hand up telling him that I didn't was to get too full because I was leaving room for more of that cream thing that I had a taste of before. I was also sure I had seen some kind of custard things and some sorbet.

As wonderful as the food has been I was shamed to admit that I was most excited about the coming course, dessert. And once our plates were cleared from the main dishes the desserts came out and was laid out before us. I know I'm smiling like a school girl but I have a voracious sweet tooth and the luck to have to cavities. The moment the whipped cream dessert is set down my eyes lock on it. It looks like a orange marmalade trifle but from what I remember from the cream it was a totally different taste. Spoon in hand I lean over the table and scoop a big spoonful and sit back down. With the tip of my tongue I carefully lick the inside of the spoon, happy as a kitten until the spoon was licked clean. I turn my head to Zyne a huge smile on my face and a dab of cream on my nose that I haven't noticed. "I don't know what that is but I would do anything to get you to tell me the recipe." I sigh contently sucking the spoon in whole into my mouth. I look to Zyne as a sign to what to try next because my belly is getting full and I have maybe a bite or two that I can handle.

 

[Drakkwall]

I just smile at her enjoyment of my cooking ,ti is rare to get compliments amongst my kind, though I am proud that I have managed to get my normally stoic sisters to at least thank me for the food once. Noticing her curious look at the desserts and me I understand she doesn't know what to taste, and we had already eaten quite a bit, I guess I am not used to cooking a feast for two. I decide to give her a taste of the two most unique desserts I had made. The rainbow icecream cake made out of fruits mixed into a colorful icecream cake shaped as a swirl, while adding a single piece of a purple chocolate covered cake made out of a rare cacao bean that grow in the Underdark, which I grow myself, it is a purple colored bean so the chocolate is purple rather then brown ,and it has a unique flavor you cannot find elsewhere, it makes for a perfect dessert that combines its natural sweetness with the regular dark chocolate cake it covers.

"The Rainbow Icecream Cake is hard to make as you have to continuously swirl the icecream as you make it, keeping each strand of flavor separated and yet mixed enough to combined their flavors. And the Deep Chocolate cake is unique as its bean is not bitter like regular and when combined with the dark chocolate of the surface it brings forth a unique flavor." I smile as she tastes the two desserts and her eyes seem to sparkle, her vocals almost moaning in ecstasy at the flavor and sensations flowing over her taste-buds. I wonder what her lips would taste like upon mine but shake my head clear and enjoy my own piece of dessert, my head is growing heavy, my lack of sleep is getting to me and I probably should require for the night, but I will keep myself awake for her, it is her birthday and I have yet to give her, her gift.

 

[Orithyia]

I'm not able to finish the deep chocolate cake and stare at the half that I left with longing. Not wanting to get sick I push the plate away to join the sadly half eaten rainbow ice cream cake that I also was not able to finish no matter how hard I tried. Moaning I lean back on the couch throne and rub my very full, very happy belly. "I would invite you to my place for the next dinner party but there is no way I can compete with the level of this food." I sigh again and continue to rub my belly. "I've eaten so much I don't think I'll have to eat again for days. Thank you Zyne." I move enough to kiss Zyne on the cheek before flopping back to my resting position.

A yawn opens my mouth wide and I cover it with my hand. The effects of a outstanding meal working on me like thanksgiving dinner. "Zyne I don't know how to tell you what a wonderful day it's been because of you. When I was woken up this morning I was beyond pissed but if I had known I would have met you and been gifted with this kick ass dinner I would have been rearing to go. So what I'm trying to say is that you for making my birthday great." Standing up I realize that I have no idea where my costume is or how to get out of here. If leaves me standing in front of Zyne looking lost. A look I am sure doesn't look good on me.

"Um, Zyne darling as much as I would love to stay to night keeping you up anyway I could..." I pause thinking that that doesn't sound like a bad idea. The double play on 'up' ever clear in my mind. "I feel as if I'm over staying my welcome. Plus you don't want to see me when I first get up. My made up is smeared, I have morning breath and I'm cranky." I list with a smile. "So in saving you from those horrors want to met in the bathroom so I can change and then we can call it a night. Unless there is something left undone." The evil little glint is back in my eye as I wink at him but no matter my mood I can't ignore the want to sleep in my own bed.

 

[Drakkwall]

"I understand, and no need to worry, your clothes have been washed and primed. They will be at the wardrobe of the bathroom on the chair." I stand up and I help her up from her chair and I lead her back towards the bathroom while commenting, her arm warped around my bicep. "You are welcome back here anytime you wish, have few I trust with my home and I feel that I can trust you Mistress Bria." As we silently walk, comfortable against each other's sides, I ponder if she will enjoy her gift I have prepared.

As we reach the bathroom I once more help her disrobe and fold the bathrobe into a bundle before putting it down on the hook fo my left arm. I wait for her to change, ready to transform my own outfit back into my own hero outfit once she is done. As I stand and wait for her, the bathrobe she had worn still in my arm I cannot help but ponder if this had been one of those dates the surface dweller women so enjoy to talk about?

 

[Orithyia]

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuoooouuuaaaaaaahaaa." I arched my back and twist my hips yawning as I did so once I was back in my costume. It only then occurs to me that I was once again nude in front of Zyne. "Okay that's really not fair." I pout my hands firmly on my hips. "That makes twice you've seen me naked and I've yet to see you in such form." I shook my finger at Zyne a glint in my eyes. "Realize now that you own me and I'm not likely to forget." I smiled and realized that I love teasing Zyne and so far there didn't seem to be a day that this would get boring or old. The way he reacted to things was mostly a surprise and if I was able to get a blush out of him it was all the more fun.

For some reason I hesitated when I opened my mouth to invite him to come over to my place one of these days. For the last three years I called my current cave house my hideout and part-time home but when I started to talk the picture of Zyne coming over to my current hideout made me sad. I wanted to see him in light with air fresh and breezy. I remembered the forest with it's animals that I left doors open for and the plants that welcomed we every time I walked in. I turned a little frmo Zyne not wanting him to see the torrent of emotions that rushed thru me. That place, my first hideout, still held so many painful memories but I didn't seem able to picture Zyne anywhere else. Biting the inside of my cheek and angrily combed my hand thru my hair before settling my mind and face.

I wanted to be angry at Zyne for making think about that place again but I couldn't. In my mind, which was kind of running like a Disney movie, Zyne was surrounded by the animals of the forest laughing. The shields and his past all gone as he lived in just this one moment. I couldn't see the same thing happening where I was at now. My animal friends were scared of the cave for some reason and kept a distance. "One day I'll have to show you my place. Neither is as large as this place but it suits me well. Less to clean up." I laughed.

 

[Drakkwall]

I just smile and nod, my cheeks a bit flustered but I keep my face straight before I lead her back to the entrance chamber where I had led her into my lair, with the robe bundled in my arms I lead her gently along the halls until we reach the entrance where a sentinel approaches with a simple and yet elegant box of brown wood with a silver lock. Putting the box on the top of the bundle I offer her the robe along with the box and I give her a small smile, I had no recollection when I had smiled so often, if ever. "I humbly offer you to take these gifts Mistress Bria, I hope that you will find them to be both useful and beautiful."

She accepts the two objects and I tell her to wait to open them when she gets home, and then a spiral of light expands from the platform where the entrance chamber stood and a white portal appeared. "The portal will take you wherever you wish, just imagine where you wish to be and it will take you there. Once gain, Happy Birthday Lady Bria, I am most grateful for your company and the chance to appraise your day of birth." As she walks towards the portal I am hesitate to speak up again, but I need not, she turns around and before I can react she kisses me before darting out of my lair with a playful smile on her blushing face, leaving me to touch my lips, feeling the pleasant sensation of her lips on mine fade.

I truly hope she likes her gift, it is something my oldest sister would use, it was a neck collar made out of black gold with a large emerald shaped like a heart in the center and several brown runes made out of a rare type of brown gem called Ebony Topaz, each rune would act as a sign of protection against both physical and metaphysical threats. Slowly I return to my dwelling and fall to a deep but pleasant slumber, filled with dreams of soft lips, the scent of nature and a warm body pressed against mine.

 

[Orithyia]

"Thank you Zyne." I took the robe and box and smiled thinking that I scored. The robe was super comfy and I didn't have one at home. When I was told not to open the box till I got home my hands started to itch with the need to open it now. I really hated when people told me that because it's never until they say that that all you want to do is open the thing. "I haven't even opened the box but I already think my robe is useful and while plain is beautifully made. And soft." I added rubbing the soft cloth on my cheek.

"I'm the one who's most grateful for your company. This day would have sucked if it wasn't for you. Let me know when your birthday is and we'll make a day of it. I promised as I turn to walk into the portal. At the last moment I stop and turn back to Zyne. As bold as my nature I stand on the tips of my toes and resting one hand on his chest to steady me bring my lips to Zyne's. The kiss is quick but full and before Zyne can do anything I whisper in is ear "Dream of me." and dart away and into the portal.

I had thought that the portal would take me home but when I stepped out of the portal I was in the middle of the forest thick staring up at my old hideout. "This isn't home." I told the long gone portal. There was a tight build up behind my eyes a sure sign that if I didn't get a hold of myself soon I was going to cry. Even with the reaction I was having with seeing this place I walked into the front door and put my things down on the bench as I came in. Everything was still the same and yet it was all so very different. Knowing that I should leave and not listening to the sane part of my mind I ventured farther into my abandoned home. I don't' know why the portal took me here but now that I was here I couldn't seem to leave the place.

My bedroom was untouched and as spotless as I used to keep things. My emperor bed was straighten and the pillows that threatened to swallow the head board was in order. Slowly my hand reached out and caressed the silk cover. With a smile on my face I jumped into the bed and wallowed around in it. Tossing and turning I messed up the covers, threw the pillows and just made a mess of things. When I was finished I got up and looked at my work. It looked better and the sadness that clung to it seemed less there.

"I have to get out of here." I told myself leaving the room the sound of a bird singing stopping me. Back at the cave there is no sounds of singing birds and my mind drifted to Zyne's bathroom. Again the bird sang and it took me a while to find the rather large white throated sparrow. "Hey there." I whistled back and the bird flew to my shoulder without fear singing again. For a long moment we just sang to each other and with every tune the memories of old started to fade. When my smile was back the bird flew off my shoulder and out of the room. I followed him and watched as he flew out of the back door. Without my little friend my smile started to shrink until my eyes caught all the life the forest had and how much of it was on my deck. Walking outside was like being greeted by friends I haven't seem in a long time and for many of the animals it was.

All too soon I was lost to all the animals and sleep caught up to me. As I laid curled outside in my hammock warmed by the forest creatures I was reminded of why I fell in love with this hideout and how much I missed it. The robe and unopened box forgotten as I fell into a deep sleep and images of Zyne teased me.

 

[Drakkwall]

I wake to the sound of my alarm, a magical mixture of modern technology and magical runes. Think of it as a signal system that reacts to dangers in the world, sometimes it even gets channel though how it gets those reports in baffles me as it isn't meant to be used for radio transmissions. I get up from my bed with robotic movements and with as little energy as possibly wasted I move through my morning routines of eating, drinking, brushing and dressing before teleporting off to my security chamber where my alarm system's main screen laid.

There were much work to be done in Millenium City today, there were still remnants of the instectoid invaders and now uprisings of gangs, super villains and greedy masterminds were causing a major mix up. With my armor on and an eager Nazgria in her sheath I add a new feature to my costume, a black and purple helmet shaped like a spider's head with green gem stones for eyes, I then scan for the closest crime and I soon see my first target. A gang calling themselves the Cult of the Red Banner had taken hold of one of the insectoid's warships and were rebuilding it at Chinatown in the Westside District by using magic to make it into some kind of technomagical super weapon.

I teleport to the city district, appearing upon a rooftop above the edge of China Town and down there I can see the warship in the open central market, hundreds of red robed people using magic to twist and mutate the biomechanical ship into a snake like shape. Not bother to make a dramatic announcement, which I find to be quite stupid. I raise my hand up and I begin to build up my first move of the day, I siphon off my magic into a single spot into the sky while leaping down from the roof to the next and with a swing of my blade I decapitated three thugs keeping look out on the rooftop. I then raise my hand and let a minor ball of hell fire strike one of the robed mysticisms, burning his unprotected body to ashes.

The thugs notice me now and brandish their weapons, I just hold out my hand and fire a lance of lightning from my palm, the metal of their weapon branches my single attack and dozens of the weapon wielders and a few magic users wearing metal, are fried to ashen skeletons. Now a real challenge approaches as a mage wielding a wooden staff floats up into the air and channels his magic before firing a rain of... needles? Was he serious? I let the needles strike my magical armor and just give the mage a flat stare as the magical attack deflect off with several loud pings. Seriously, how did he thing an attack of magic needles would penetrate armour lined with obvious arcane runes?

Not bothering to listen to the villain's rambling I leap forward and stab him in the head and let his corpse slide off my blade after I land on top of a street lamp. I have to jump as a large fat and muscular man rips the street lamp off and tries to swing it at me, I just evade the powerful but slow stroke and with a simple jab of my blade I penetrate his heart. Without pause I pull back my blade and decapitate a not so well cloaked assassin, red is not a good assassin color to use in broad daylight. I then find myself surrounded by at least a hundred of these red wearing warriors and mages, one of them, obviously the leader considering he's wearing a really stupid hat that looks like a well painted paper bag put upside down on his brow, speaks up in a taunting voice. "Your petty tricks can't save you from all of us hero, our Longboat Dragon shall be complete and all of Millennium City shall bow or burn at our feet."

Not speaking a word I summon my wings of hell fire and I flap them once and fly up a good thirty feet and I stare down upon them a large black, red and green colored pentagram expands in the skies above, making me look like a black angel with red wings of fire to those bellow. My voice shatters the silence and the earth rumbles while the air crumbles at the forces I am unleashing. "You are wrong. It is you who shall all burn. Beneath the shadow of my wings." The mage growled at my words and held out his staff at me and shouted out. "You shall pay for your impudence!" Then he barks in rage as one of his underlings tap his shoulder. "WHAT!?" The underling just points up with a face of blank horror on his face, the mage look up and can only drop his jaws as the massive pentagram begins to contrast and the entire area of the square containing his men and the transmutated ship is locked within a state of confinement.

"Burn the wicked life to ashes and let a pure life be remade from the blackened remains of the damned. Flames of purification. Purgatory." With those final syllables leaving my lips the Red Banners scream in denial, rage, delusion, acceptance and despair. And then a massive sea of fire engulfs the area, growing into a massive lance of hellish retribution that shines over all of Millennium City and its surrounding cities before fading away, leaving nothing but the ashes of what once had been the central square of china town.