Seduction of a Savior (For amon_darknight and I)

[Pywakit]

Zianae smiled to herself from her perch atop the barn. The village was burning nicely now; the silly humans were up and about, racing too and fro in an attempt to organize a bucket brigade between the inn and the river. And now... there it was! The innkeeper had just discovered that, somehow, every single bucket in the village had been holed. They were scrambling for bowls now, steins, cups, glasses, anything, but the fire was burning higher now.

Zianae looked to her left, and smiled again as she saw the curls of smoke rising from the church. Hopefully a villager would see that fire soon and run to investigate. Would find the dead chaplain draped so artfully (and blasphemously) over the altar. He'd probably die right there of fright or shock! Humans were so delightful. So fun!

The murderous elf leaned back, taking a moment to enjoy the moon and stars above. The mysterious light was kind to her, draping her lithe body in soft blues from above, while the harsher light of fires lit her curves devilishly from below. She wore dark leather armor, tailored as much to protect her as it was to show off her flesh, to distract her enemies with her elven beauty while she made her move. Her long silver hair glittered in the soft light, held back from her brow by a simple silver diadem that rested snugly on her brow and draped down behind her pointed ears in a string of pearls. Her violet eyes darted, and she was suddenly crouched again, ready for action. Someone was breaking away from the fire, heading toward the church. Had he noticed the flames? Or was he going for help?

The night was still young. Zianae couldn't wait to see what sorts of mayhem might come next.

 

[amon_darknight]

A messenger ran to the next town to send the eagle carrier, in the note contained information to quickly send out the bravest hero to come save a town. And when Alex read this not he shook his head.

“I will set forth and save this town from disaster, get my steed and I will don my armor.”

Alex was a noble warrior, one that only wanted to see the balance of this world, where nothing was more powerful than the other. Equality is what he wanted, and if he had to cut down tyrants with his sword of justice than he would. Before he knew it, he had his silver chain mail on and his blood red cloak/cape on his back. He than strapped his buckler on his other hand and made sure his bow was strung. He looked around and made sure he got everything he needed. He than looked down and saw his red gauntlet and sighed.

“Cant forget you now can I?”

He put that on his sword hand and it shimmered with power as he than drew his sword, the same red color of his gauntlet.

“Do not let me stray from the path, cause I wont let either of you two.”

He than walked out as he saw the kid with his mount and he smiled.

“Why thank you, please take this.”

He took the statue from the kid and handed him a shiny gold coin as he set the statue on the ground and summoned forth a nightmare steed, one with flaming hooves and mane, with smoke coming from his nostrils and sheen black skin. It looked evil, but this hero commanded it.

“I will take you for a ride when I come back boy.”

He than leapt on the great horse and rode off into the darkness, he could already see the smoke and saw the scenery flying by. He almost forgot how fast his hellish steed was. Alex’s hair flew in the wind as his pointed ears showed now to reveal he was a elf, a wood elf to be exact. He was known around these lands to be a rather good hunter and tracker and a all round good guy, always answering the calls to help. But to the kingdom he was known as a moral rallyer of the soliders, a leader of some sort.

Alex would deal with this problem as he slowed his steed and approached a man that seemed scared.

“Hello, are you ok, what happened here? Orcs, trolls? What did this?”

The man looked to Alex and cried.

“Dark elf…”

He faced these elves before and hated them with a passion. Why would they attack here? There are no resources to gain here, what was going on, where are the armies than?

He looked around and dismounted as he dismissed his steed and looked to the ground to survey what happed.

“No, no dark elves did this… I cant seem to find too many tracks, what is going on?”

He looked to the sky and sighed.

“Magic…”

He reached inside his bag and pulled forth some herbs and powder as he tossed it on the ground and light started to form as he reached for it and moved it in areas of the field to better survey what happened here. The buildings were burning and people were not putting it out.

“I hate doing this.”

He chanted as he spit water out to form some sort of elemental, he spoke in a language only the elemental could understand as it nodded and wadded off to the village.

“Ugg… that always drains me. No time to be weak Alex.”

He kept moving these glowing orbs around the field, till it seemed like a thousand were out.

“Hmmm… maybe a dragon?”

But why would the villager say Dark elf than?

 

[Pywakit]

Zianae

Zianae watched as the stranger summoned a small army of water elementals, sending them out and into the village to undo all the hard work she'd done to stage the fires. She was proud of the raid; she'd accomplished it on her own in an attempt to prove to her sisters that she was more powerful than them, yet this man was about to ruin everything.

Suddenly, she froze, her eyes picking out more details through the smoky haze as he drew closer to the barn. He didn't seem to notice her, yet she noticed him. He was more than man. He was an elf... a wood elf, by the looks of him. Here was something Zianae had never hoped she'd have a chance at. The surface elves were the greatest of her kind's enemies, yet it was so unusual to see one alone. Was this one a criminal? No, by his actions she marked him as something even more detestable. A hero.

Zianae decided there and then he would be hers. Somehow, she would capture him, break him, and take him below as her trophy. A beautiful but chilling sneer slid across her perfect lips, and she watched this man as he approached, remaining in hiding and wondering what he would try to do next. Would he move on to the church to find the state she'd left the priest in? Or would he stop to look in the barn she hid atop?

 

[amon_darknight]

He looked around once more at the ground and saw no tracks at all. Must have been some kind of flying creature that did this; like a spell caster or a demon of some sort He would have to look into a scryer for help with this one, but he saw that his elementals were doing there jobs. He than looked to the church and saw that it was on fire to and he started to walk over to it as he looked to the barn, would check there later. He walked over to the church and surveyed the area for clues as he looked to the ground and opened the door.

“Oh my….”

He drew his sword immediately as he scanned the area to see no one was in here and he saw the horrendous fate of the priest here.

“Who would do such a thing to a priest?”

He looked to the body and saw it was too mutilated to be able to tell if they were claw marks or weapon. He shook his head as he sighed and removed the body from the altar. He than walked out of the church and back over to the barn to look inside as he was ready for anything; he didn’t know why, but he felt a aura.

“Is anyone here?”

He searched his bag for a magic component that would light this place up so he could see as he had his sword ready just in case.

 

[Pywakit]

Zianae

Zianae recognized the preparations the man was making, and recognized that he was preparing to summon light. She narrowed her eyes in displeasure; not only would that make it easier to find her, but these surface elves liked it bright. The light would doubtless be unpleasant, even painful, to look upon.

Then an idea came to her, an idea as audacious and perfect as it was simple. Calling upon her own magic, Zianae used a minor illusion to change the coloration of her flesh and hair. In a heartbeat, her ebon flesh was pale and her silver tresses were a deep golden. She didn't quite look exactly like a surface elf; she was a bit too tall, and a bit too buxom really, but close enough. With a flick of her wrist, she slid her long curved knife into the sheath at her hip, then with another illusion cloaked her armor and weapons, transforming them into a torn and stained gown. She gave herself a second to look her disguise over... close enough. If he saw through it, she'd have to act more quickly, but if he fell for it... brought her home... well... the games would be so much more sweet.

Zianae slid back into the hay loft and slumped down in the straw. As light welled up from below, she did her best to moan softly, as if in pain... as if she were little more than a scared surface elf who had fled up here to hide...

 

[amon_darknight]

Alex looked around and started to call forth the light as he heard a woman moan and he looked to the second story. He ran to the top as he saw a elf woman on the ground, her dress torn and a bit bloody.

“Oh my… are you ok?”

He looked her over for wounds and saw she no wounds.

“Look, its going to be alright.”

He looked her over and was curious to find that she looked different. He didn’t have time to think about that, he swept her up into his arms and carried her outside.

“Are you injured my fair lass, you don’t seem to have any injuries, but you looked tattered and torn.”

He saw her beauty and was attracted to her, but he shook that thought from his head as he knew his role here.

“I will leave you with the villagers so they can tend to you. Can you tell me anything about what happened here?”

The villagers looked to Alex and this elf woman.

 

[Pywakit]

Zianae

He was falling for it! Years of practice at the art of deception made it easy for Zianae to keep her composure and not fall out of character, but as always, the thrill of the start of a new conquest like this never failed to get her wet down below.

"I..." she stammered, "I... think I'll be allright. There were... there were dark elves! They came like shadows at the night and lit everything on fire! I only just managed to avoid being caught by hiding in the loft... I must have fainted..."

As she listened to him, her eyes grew large and filled with (false) fear. "Oh! No! Don't leave me here! The elves were doubtless looking for me... they know I'm here, and will return soon. The villagers don't realize I'm here. I snuck into town just before dark to look for a bit of food... if they see me here, they'll know that the dark elves did this to them in their search for me and they'll turn me over to them!"

As the villagers sized her up, she quailed and shivered and drew up as small as she could in Alex's arms, as if trying to hide in his protective embrace.

 

[amon_darknight]

“Damn Drow… I somehow knew it was them…”

He looked to her and saw now why they would come and attack here, he knew there hatred for surface elves and he once served as a slave for Drow, that was a time he did not like to think about.

“You are right, my name is Alex, I will protect you.”

He looked to he people and saw how they were already growing suspicious.

“Good people, please do not worry, I will take this elf away from this place so you will be safe.”

He than looked to her as he whistled and a falcon flew to the ground and looked to Alex.

“Yenor, please tell Issen and Roger, to come here and evacuate these people.”

The falcon than took flight and flew off as he smiled.

“Issen is a ranger that is good friends with me and Roger is a powerful mage, they will come and help these people, I will take you where you want to go.”

He than started to walk away from the village towards the field with this beautiful elf in his arms.

 

[Pywakit]

Zianae

Zianae had a brief moment of nervousness when it seemed like the elf who'd "rescued" her might have more friends he traveled with, but if Issen and Roger were busy in the village, maybe that'd keep them distracted long enough for her to make her move. She doubted she needed more than a few hours to catch him once she started to work on him...

"I don't really have anywhere to go... those drow... they took my family by surprise and I managed to escape only because my father and brothers stayed behind to cover my escape. I... I'm all alone now..." she said, allowing false but very real-looking tears to well up in her large violet eyes. She wanted this elf to volunteer to take her into his home... it made it much easier to break them if they felt they were protecting you.

 

[amon_darknight]

Alex looked to her and sighed.

“If they took your family, I will go and rescue them, I will destroy these drow with my bare hands. It is not right that they did this to you.”

He made a fist so tight that blood was showing and dripping from his hand.

“If you have no place to go, I will take you to my cabin in the woods, and you can stay there while I go and avenge your family or rescue them when I find them. My name is Alex by the way, I am a knight, well a warrior for the army of the King. What is your name?”

He walked her a clearing and he set her down as he pulled forth the crystal statue of the Nightmare. He summoned it forth and helped her mount the beast as he mounted it behind her and he took the reins.

“He is a little fast, but you will be alright.”

The Nightmare took off riding and made the surroundings blur as Alex held onto the elf tight at her sides.

 

[Pywakit]

Zianae

"Your... home?" Zianae gasped, breathlessly. "I couldn't impose such a thing upon you... but it does sound safe..."

Her eyes widened in honest admiration as he called up his nightmare steed. Zianae had seen such creatures before, and knew they were difficult to master.

"My family is surely dead by now, Alex. There is no need to chase them down... and certainly not so soon. After all, their war-blood is up. Wouldn't it be better to seek revenge against them after they return to their homes, exhausted from the hunt?"

Zianae clung tightly as the Nightmare hurtled across the land.

"I am called Oshian, by the way," she said, using a surface elf name she'd learned not long ago from a slave she'd purchased.

 

[amon_darknight]

He smiled as he thought about what she said.

“Well, no gentleman has ever offered you room in his home before, I find that preposterous and appalling.”

He than waited a moment as he tickled her sides.

“Just kidding my fair maiden. I am a gentleman, you do not have to worry.”

He tried to keep his mind off the rage that built up inside of him, his gauntlet glowed with a red color as he thought.

“No it would not suit me to wait for them to return, I can track Drow like no other, I…”

It seemed as if he was going to tell about himself, but he stopped himself in the process.

“Your name is a lovely one… Oshian, sounds so heavenly.”

He didn’t know why, but he felt such passion for this woman, he shook his head as he didn’t want to let his emotions cloud his judgment.

“I will have to get you some new clothes to wear, I will ride to the next town and gather some things for you after I drop you off, my home is deep inside the forest, no one around, but I have eyes everywhere, so I will know if they are after you or not, not even the invisible can breech my home. So do not worry Oshian, you will be safe.”

 

[Pywakit]

Zianae

Zianae smiled. "Oh... after seeing how those villagers glowed and beamed at you for saving their homes, I don't doubt that I'll be safe at your own home." She fell silent for the rest of the ride, her own thoughts spiraling around her plans for this elf. She could hardly wait, and the thought that he wouldn't be staying at home after dropping her off actually worked to her advantage, especially if he had servants or anyone else at his house. They needed to be out of the picture before she started to work on him.

Soon, she felt the nightmare's pace slowing, and she looked up to see what kind of place her "savior" called home.

 

[amon_darknight]

He smiled as he rode up to his small place in the forest.

“This is not my main home, I come here to think or to prepare for battle, it is just a resting house.”

He dismounted and looked his place over. It was a small cabin, built of strong wood and many bushes and trees surrounding it. He had a stone wall with chain around it as a fence, but it was well hidden by vines and bushes as he helped her over it. She could feel the eyes watching her from all over the forest, some of the trees were massive next to his cabin, they almost felt as if they were watching her as well.

“Do not worry, they will not attack you.”

He looked to her as he opened the door and let her inside where a simple cabin set up was found. But how could this be a place for battle set up if this was all there was, a bed and a table with a fire place.

“Go ahead and get some rest, we are far from that village. My steed travels very fast, we are probably 3 days out.”

He smiled as he pulled his pipe out and lit it as he smoked slowly.

“I will be back soon with clothes for you, if you need food or water, I left a bag on the bed with some, there is a well over there for water and I have some wine on the shelf.”

Something seemed odd about this place as she watched him ride off on his hellish steed. Inside looked all normal, but a strange feeling of something hiding could be felt.

 

[Pywakit]

Zianae

Zianae watched the elf leave, allowing her gaze to linger on his ass for a bit, admiring his build. He would make an excellent slave, assuming she could break his spirit before she broke anything else. As he left, she turned her attention to his home. It was certainly... rustic. Zianae's own home was akin to a palace. Well regarded (and feared) in her society for her abilities in silent killing and for her silvered tongue, she commanded a seventeen-room villa overlooking the glowing waters of the Glitterdeep. Each room was more extravagantly appointed than the last. If it was one thing she missed on these long missions away from home, it was the fact that she was forced often to sleep in the wilderness, or worse, such as in this case, in humble squalor.

She was preparing to lace the waters and wine with mindmurmur powder to lower the drinker's inhibitions and will, but her hand paused at her side just before she slipped it into her hidden pouch. She felt something watching her. It would not do to be seen by something that could report her truth to Alex when he returned. Did he have a pet? A magical minion, like a familiar?

"Hello?" she called out, hoping she sounded timid enough...

 

[amon_darknight]

The eyes watched her as a small wolf walked out, a pup and looked to the elf and scratched himself as he laid down staring at her.

A few hours passed by as Alex rode back to the house and walked inside and he carried a chest.

“I didn’t know what your size was, or what you like, so I bought a bunch of things, dresses of the sorts. The shop master picked them out for me, so it was his taste. I hope you like them. Oh… I see you met my little friend, I call Sammy.”

He crotched down and pet his friend.

“I am raising him so he can be as big as his mother and father.”

He walked over and got some food and more water for Sammy as he looked to her.

“So, what have you been up to Oshian?”

He smiled as he drank some water out of his water skin and he offered it to her.

“Mountain spring, like some?”

He looked her beautiful body over and smiled.

“I notice you are different from other female elves, you are a lot taller and more… umm bustier.”

He blushed as he spoke about her breasts.

“Excuse me for being so rude, but you are not a full elf are you, mixed with another race? A half-elf, don’t worry, I do not judge.”

He smiled at her as he watched her for anger.

“Again excuse me for my rudeness.”

 

[Pywakit]

Zianae

Zianae listened quietly as Alex spoke, and when he mentioned her curious shape, she prepared herself to begin the lies, and then had to keep from smiling as he started the lie for her.

"Yes... it is as you suspect. I am a half-elf. My mother... she fell in love with an elven merchant, but he abandoned her when she grew heavy with child. She was a sickly person, or so I hear, for she died in childbirth. All I know about my parents I learned from an orphanage... an orphanage that is no more. The dark elves burnt it down, and I have been on the run from them ever since..."

She drank from the water he offered her. It was indeed quite delicious.

"I have nowhere to go. I must thank you again, Alex, for your generosity. If there's anything I can do to repay you, know that you have but to ask..."

As she said this, she sat up and allowed the shoulder of the tattered rags she wore to slip off, almost as if by accident, to expose her pale, smooth shoulder.

"But first, if I may, I would very much like to change into some clean clothing. Is there somewhere I could go to do so?"

 

[amon_darknight]

Alex thought as she spoke about her parents and thought about what she said. Didn’t she say her parents were captured by the Drow, but yet here she was talking about her Mom dieing during the pregnancy and her father leaving her and her coming from an orphanage. Alex looked at her and smiled. Why would she say something like that, unless there was another reason for her to being there.

“That is quite a shame, I am sorry to hear that about your family.”

He walked over and took a pot from the cabinet and ate something out of it that looked like a leaf of some kind.

“So, why don’t you look through some of the clothing I bought for you and go into that other room to change.”

He quickly turned his head from her as he saw the exposure of skin and he drank some of his water.

“Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself.”

He would have to find out more about her and why she was being chased by Drow, or was there more to the puzzle?

 

[Pywakit]

Zianae

Zianae took the clothes and stepped into the other room. As she looked through the clothes, she realized she'd already contradicted her story once. She needed to ge moving on this elf, get him dominated, get him in her pocket, before he figured out what she was really up to. As she answered his question, she stripped out of her magically disguised armor and hid both it and her knives under the rest of the clothes. She wouldn't need them if things went according to her plans.

"Well... there's not much to tell, really. I've spent most of my life trying to stay in the background. Trying to fit in to wherever I'm at without drawing too much attention. I've made my living as an herbalist, as a midwife, and even as a fortune teller. Never enough to get rich, but enough to get by. Lately, though... well, things just seem to have been tougher than normal."

She stepped out of the back room, doing her best to appear bashful and shy as she modeled the clothing she'd selected. It was a sheer, silk dress, a deep violet to match her eyes. The neckline plunged deep, showing off her ample cleavage, while in the back the dress was barely there at all, leaving all of her back down practically to the cleft of her buttocks exposed. The dress descended down to her ankles, yet was slit high along the left leg, all the way up to high on her hip.

"How does this look?"

 

[amon_darknight]

Alex was taken back by her beauty and how she looked in that dress. He didn’t realize how much it revealed though on her body. She had a body of goddess though.

“Wow, you look amazing. Don’t worry, your life will not be hard anymore, I will help you and get you started on a better life. Can you really read fortunes though, I always found these fun.”

He sat down at the table and looked to her.

“Can you read mine?”

He watched her as she moved, how the dress clung to her body, he saw how she didn’t wear anything underneath.

“I umm, got you some undergarments as well. Didn’t know if you wanted them or not.”

He blushed as he looked to her.

 

[Pywakit]

Zianae

Zianae smiled as he mentioned undergarmets. "No need for those, Alex," she said. "This dress works fine as it is, I think. As for fortunes? Well... Yeah, if you're interested in hearing yours, I'd love to give you a reading. Uhh... you wouldn't happen to have a deck of cards, would you? Or barring that, perhaps a candle and a silver bowl for water?"

Zianae noticed him looking at her as she moved and knew it would be easy to catch him... if she played her hand right. She had to ease him into the role she had planned for him, and if he believed his fortune... it would be all the simpler.

 

[amon_darknight]

Alex smiled as she said the dress worked fine as it was, that meant she was very free and kinky. Alex grinned at that notion.

“I do have a bowel of water, let me get it for you.”

He went to the kitchen and got a bowl and went outside to the water barrels and filled it up and he walked to bring it back.

“Here you go, now lets see how good you really are.”

He sat beside her as he waited for her.

“Tell me what is to become of me.”

He stared down at her as he saw the cleavage she showed and gulped as he looked away. Oh she was sexy and beautiful, a dangerous combination, she could get anything she wanted out of a man. But what about one that saved her life?

 

[Pywakit]

Zianae

Zianae took the bowl of water and set it on a low table. Smiling at him, she reached over to retrieve a candle from the end table, leaning across Alex to do so, and making sure that, although it seemed accidental, that one breast brushed against him as she did. Leaning back, she handed the candle to Alex.

"I need you to light this. Wait for the wax to melt, then hold the flame up to your lips, and whisper to the flame your name, your birthsign, your fondest wish, and your greatest shame. You need not whisper loud enough for me to hear if you do not wish me to know these things, of course. The flame will hear. Then, blow out the candle and give it to me. I'll take care of the rest."

Of course, Zianae's hearing was exceptionally acute, and chances were good that she'd hear most of what he whispered no matter how softly he spoke...

 

[amon_darknight]

He looked to her and smiled.

“Am I really to do this, or is this just your way of getting to know me cause you are too sweet and shy?”

He grinned as he lit the flame and waited for some wax to melt, but he watched Oshian and knew she wanted to know about him.

“My name is Alex Teraxle, birthsign is fire or Leo, and my fondest wish is to have peace come to the kingdoms and its lands and my fair maiden to come to me so we can start a family. But my greatest shame is… being a murder by having rage, all those Drow I killed, and for only hate, that is why I let them capture me and torture me, but than I escaped and killed more of them.”

He looked to her as she seemed to be concentrating.

“Anything else you wish to know about me?”

 

[Pywakit]

Zianae

Zianae's eyebrows arched as she heard his confession. She'd heard legends, of course, of the surface elf who had been captured, tortured, and escaped, leaving an entire family in the grave. She hadn't realized it was this same elf she sat next to until now, and truth be told, the prospect of having a chance to break and tame such a dangerous creature excited her like nothing else.

"No," she said, "That's enough. Blow out the candle and hand it to me."

He did, and she passed her hand over the smoking wick twice and muttered a few words in the old language of the river-folk, then turned the candle upside down over the water and drew a complex rune in the air. Melted wax spattered down into the water, making strange shapes as it cooled. It was in the nature and form of these shapes she would perform the reading.