The Fall of Marigill (closed for Poprockz)

[draco519]

Cillian had been studying the parlor they were standing in. Books he didn’t know the names of. A hearth to keep warm at. Fancy knick knacks and baubles he didn’t know the names of. He was as curious as anyone; but knew not to touch things or stick his nose where it ought not be.

Then Nettie was commenting on the kind of man Orson was. And Cillian shrugged a shoulder at that; the man wore his honor on his sleeve for all to see. “Aye.”

And Orson would treat his Queen very well. Cillian, again, took a second to think about what she’d said. About how she wanted to flee the city, but was gladdened by the thought that Dremara would be treated rather well.

“Horrey women don’t know the Kota.” Cillian shrugged; Horrey Lords likely told horror stories about them. “Good you didn’t run; we’d have done a different dance.” That, he realized, probably made no sense. He smirked at Nettie. “...who do you think he’d have sent to find the two of you?”

–

Orson instinctively brought his arms around Dremara, swinging his furs around her. And even out here.. She felt frigid. Invite the sun into your body…

His eyes cast over to Senni at her explanation, rubbing Dremara’s back in attempt to warm her. Though if Senni had some semblance of treatment for what ails her? That would likely be for the best. “Dagris?”

“When she gathered and cast her great light; I saw shadows enter where they could not before.” Dagris, curiously, looked over to Senni for confirmation. “It is the same when Kota runecasters are young; and the runes take too much out of them.”

“Your treatment?” Orson asked of Dagris.

“I can say the ancient prayers;” Dagris was hesitant for a moment as he thought of it. “But I believe the Lady Y’Sennia is far more versed in purging darkness.”


Orson’s hand came up, cradling Dremara’s cheek to capture her gaze and get her to look up at him. “Come.” He didn’t bother testing her legs, simply swept an arm beneath her knees and his other around her shoulders to carry her. A nod to Senni.

“See to the men, Dagris.”

Dagris bowed his head.

 

[Poprockz]

She indeed wasn't quite sure what he had meant at first, but it had sounded somewhat threatening. Though she assumed he hadn't meant it that way, based on what she knew about him. No, she supposed what he meant was that he would have tracked them down in the dead of night, bound the princess's wrists, threw her over his shoulder, and stalked out before Nettie even roused from slumber.

Though she had to admit that the idea of him binding her own wrists and throwing her over his shoulder made her heart flutter slightly.

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Y'Sennia had nodded at Dagris to let him know that he wasn't wrong. It was a touch different, but he was close enough that she wasn't going to correct him.

When picked up, Demaris clung to him. She was grateful that he had decided to ferry her to where they needed to go. In truth, she wasn't sure how well her legs would work at that point. Besides, being between his body and the furs he had wrapped around her kept the cold at bay somewhat.

The Vampress guided them away now that she had an understanding with them. They traveled back to the courtyard before she led them into the main hall. It was as grand as been mentioned previously, the halls echoing with their steps as they treaded on the polished stone floor. There were lit braziers that flickered as they passed, the grand stone columns indicated that it was quite the feat to build this place. It had likely taken an impressive force of labor to cut the place from the mountain's stone, but that sort of thing was certainly the sort of thing an ancient vampire would do. She assumed that the predecessor that created this place had an ungodly amount of thralls who worked day and night to make their vision a reality.

Eventually they passed into a room Orson might recognize: her own room. It was a large room with a large four-poster bed, red gossamer curtains hanging from between the posts to accent her red sheets. There were no windows in the room, though there was a chandelier that was inlaid with reflective crystals. On the floor, there were thick, woven rugs with intricate designs, and the room housed a dresser as well as a vanity with various lotions, perfumes, other items (including a few inconspicuous bottles of lube). There was a large chest with a hefty lock on it, and the walls were adorned with paintings. Most of the paintings depicted men and women, or other combinations of the sexes engaging in acts of passion (though they weren't necessarily pornographic; they still left a little to the imagination).

The wood used for her furniture was a dark, polished wood, while the metal accents were of gold. She had her own washroom, though there were no hot springs in the mountains, unfortunately. That didn't mean she didn't have hot water though. The secret to her own hot water was the acquisition of a dragon's egg. The previous vampire to live in these halls had procured one out of curiosity, dragons having gone all but extinct. Y'Sennia found it mildly interesting, but she knew that there was no telling whether the egg would hatch tomorrow, or several thousand years in the future. As such, she put it in an enormous tub of water and always had water that was bubbling hot.

She turned to them and waited until the door was closed before speaking, "so... I need to remove some of the darkness in her. I will need to do so a few times for good measure. But... It involves physical contact. I hope you don't mind, but I will need her naked, and I will need to put my lips on her own."

 

[draco519]

Cillian had gone quiet; so had Nettie, it seemed. He… tried to think… what did men tend to say in these situations? Should he be going to look for-

Just then, he looked up as the rest of the party rejoined them.

Dagris spoke up. “We’re being given quarters for the night.” His eyes pointedly moved to Brannock. “Where we’ll be able to take hot baths.”

Brannock looked among the snickering men. “I wash.” He defended himself as it got worse. “I do! Tell me any of you buggery-boo’s don’t fight and march and ride for days at a time and just love the smell of your boots after! Go ahead, I'll wait.”

Roric looked to the thrall that would lead them. “We’d be grateful.”

Cillian shared a glance with Nettie; and the question burned.. “Orson? The Queen?”

“Together. With Lady Y’Sennia.” Brannock replied, unsure of whether or not to say more. It was a topic even he wouldn’t broach.

“Safe?” Cillian cocked an eyebrow, asking for Nettie’s sake.

“I can think of nowhere she’d be safer.” Dagris did his best to put everyone at ease. “For now, it seems.. We take of food, warm beds, patience, and a bath.”

–

Orson had sent Dagris to inform the men that would gather in that parlor and be shown to quarters that they were of the utmost safety. Senni’s chambers were a testament to her own flare of the decor. It wasn’t why he was here, though. When Senni stopped, and the doors closed behind him; and her specific instructions given? His eyebrows raised, clearly surprised at what he’d heard.. Then he looked down to Dremara and his arms cradled her, slightly more protective, into his chest.

This wasn’t the moment Senni chose to cross him. Surely not. Dremara was clearly the key to purging this darkness. And all the aforementioned legitimacy that would keep invaders off their lands. “I trust her.” She was under his protection in the Iron Vale; he hoped she remembered that.

Carrying Dremara closer to the bed, he laid her upon it and took a step back to allow Senni to treat her. As hands went to Dremara’s dress? He asked.

“What is it you intend to do? When she healed Volan, she only had a fever for a few days.”

 

[Poprockz]

"We don't have "a few days," and the difference between her brief healing that blast of energy is like that of being bitten by a cat versus being bitten by a rabid wolf. The sickness she would experience would be more severe, more painful, and would last longer than a few days." Y'Sennia replied with certainty as she undid the princess's boots and pulled them off along with her thick wool socks to expose her dainty feet.

This statement concerned Dremara, her worried eyes glancing at Orson before returning to Y'Sennia. The sickness she had endured had been miserable, so if what was to follow was worse and more intense than that, then she was more inclined to submit herself to whatever this questionable treatment was.

"What she needs, is to be drained." Immediately, the vampress held her hands up and explained, "not of blood, no. I will not pierce her skin. To drink her blood even now would burn my insides like acid. No, she needs to be drained of the dark energy that has entered her body. What I need to do, is to work the energy from her extremities to her core, so that I can more easily extract it. I can suck the energy out one of two ways: from above or below... I imagine the princess would rather taste my lips than have me taste between her legs." The woman smirked and cast a look at Dremara, "though I wouldn't refuse if the princess felt differently."

The lady in question's eyes widened and she shook her head slightly. It was bad enough that she had to be naked in Orson's presence, worse still if she had to spread her legs for his lover.

 

[draco519]

Orson was at a loss.

He tried to think of the ramifications of his actions; but… he was only a man. He felt the shift beneath his fur lined kilt at such a thought. Senni’s tongue traveling up Dremara’s insides; or down her throat. Up her backside. Dremara squirming in pleasure and unsure of how to feel about it; hesitant and moaning.

But that wasn’t true. He wasn’t only a man. He was here with a purpose. The Glacivyr and Naymeera would take full advantage if he started thinking with his cock now. If he wanted to watch women? He could go to the Song when everyone was safe.

He’d been at a loss. Only for a moment. His eyes cleared, looking to Senni; his mind made up.

“Whichever is more effective.” His eyes were resolute. “Then we need to look at your mirror; and see if her power can imbue me and my men to find and destroy the source of this evil.”

He looked to Dremara. “I can leave if you wish.” It wasn’t about what he wanted to see; he wasn’t a degenerate addled by perversion. He was Chieftain; and there was much at stake.

 

[Poprockz]

The princess was caught in a moment of indecision. On one hand she didn't want him to leave her alone with Y'Sennia, allowing the vampress to do whatever she wanted with her. Even if she didn't actually harm her, she would be vulnerable and naked, and who knew what she might whisper into her ear. On the other hand, having Orson there would mean that he would see her without clothing, before their wedding night. Etiquette aside, she felt... shy. She wasn't sure she was ready to feel his eyes taking in every supple curve, every freckle.

"Please stay... but if you could turn away, I would appreciate it," she finally answered.

Once he had done so, she nodded at Y'Sennia. The Vampress shrugged and continued to undress her, puling the dress up and off, and then pulling the fur-lined leggings down her thighs and off. There was a sensuality with which she moved, each movement seeming like a subtle flirt. Whether this was intentional or not was anyone's guess. Soon Dremara found herself completely naked, and she covered her breasts in a self-conscious manner.

Y'Sennia restrained herself from teasing the girl. It wasn't as though she was the first naked woman in her bed, and she certainly wouldn't be the last.

"Just relax..." she said soothingly, moving down to her feet. The woman kissed her ankle, her lips lingering on her skin. And then she started to massage her, working her massage in an upward motion as though she was trying to work the energy upwards. Every now and then a kiss would be planted, her kisses getting closer to her thighs with each visit. She alternated legs, trying to keep the energy level with itself. She didn't want it slipping into the other leg; though while it would be annoying, it wasn't the end of the world.

By the time her thighs were reached, Dremara was feeling strange. There was a yearning between her legs, and she had noticed that she was producing moisture there as well. How was it that this woman was doing such things to her? Was there some sort of magic at work? The princess let out a soft noise of reluctance, not wanting to feel her touch any further up.

"Do not fear," Y'Sennia chuckled. "I will not touch you where you do not want me to. If you change your mind though, please do let me know. I can smell your body's longing- it is nothing to be ashamed of."

"No thank you," Dremara looked away, somewhat embarrassed by her own body's reaction. "I will be fine with you simply proceeding with your treatment."

Too bad. There was no reply from the vampress, only the feeling of her lips on the princess's thighs, ever so close to her pussy. She massaged her hips, moving the energy then go her belly.

 

[draco519]

Orson had been asked to turn away; yet to stay. Clearing his throat, he nodded his head and he listened to the sounds. Likely too intently. The shifting of a dress leaving a body. The whisper of furs over silk sheets. The gentle sigh of reluctant desire.

Orson’s eyes found the mirror on the vanity. And what a sight it was. Casting his gaze down so his cock wouldn’t simply explode free from his leggings, he closed his eyes. Restraining himself. He was restraining himself. He was..

He could smell her, too. It was the sweetest thing that had ever wafted across his nostrils.

No, Orson. You don’t have time for this.

Time is made. It’s nearer to sunset than sunrise. You can set out in the morning after the Princess has had the chance to rest for the night.

She is a Princess of Hortensia; not some farm girl brought back from a coastal raid. Tens of thousands of good men died in a war to bring her back.

And each one of those ten thousand would not let this opportunity pass them by.

Yet they were not Chieftain!

And as Chieftain; he won his treasure. Why can he not enjoy it?!

Because of her legitimacy.

It will be legitimate whether you take her now or the night of the wedding.

But would she hate him?

Doesn’t she already? She’s been different since the night they’d arrived at RimeHaven.

No. She doesn’t look at him upset when he expresses his affection. She’s.. He’s no mind reader!

Orson hadn’t even realized his body moved. When Dremara looked away and told Y’Sennia she’d rather just receive the treatment? She’d looked away from him turning. His hand that reached for Dremara's chin to guide her gaze to him. His lips coming to hers.

His other hand trailing from her hair, over her breast, finding Senni’s hand, and threading into Senni’s dark mane to guide her lips that final inch.

Orson’s kiss was more demanding now. His tongue finding Dremara's.

Ultimately… yes, she was her own to give.

But she was his to take.

 

[Poprockz]

"Wha-?" Dremara only got out a breath of a word before she found his lips silencing anything else she might have thought to say. Though who was to say that she would have been able to think of anything while he kissed her like that? At first she thought it was simply going to be like the kisses he had given her so far, but soon she found it to be completely different. It was a hungry gesture, one that told her in no uncertain terms that he desired her.

She had almost been able to organize her thoughts when she felt a hot breath on her Nethers and then- "Mmm...!" The princess squirmed slightly as she felt something wet and slippery tease her labia, lightly running over where her two petals met. A pair of hands held her legs right above her knees on her thighs on the backside of her legs, pulling and holding them apart as what she now knew to be a tongue dipped between her folds now to explore her.

Normally Y'Sennia wouldn't take someone who wasn't fully into what was happening, but it was true that doing things this way would be quicker and more efficient. Not to mention that Orson would likely take the heat if the Princess truly became angry afterwards. As such, she had no qualms in allowing herself to taste that sweet, forbidden fruit. There was no doubt in her mind that Dremara would be cumming for her long, dextrous tongue before she was done with her.

That same tongue slipped up and down her juicy cunt, slipping over her clit when she reached it and then continuing its rounds. For now she was simply warming her up, getting acclimated such sensations.

Dremara felt overwhelmed by the two of them- the tongue in her mouth, and the tongue between her legs. Each of them was causing her body to heat up, the ice in her veins forgotten. She could push him away, tell him to stop. Would he stop thought? Did she want him to stop?

 

[draco519]

Orson brought his hand from her cheek, running it through her golden hair as his kiss demanded more from Dremara. His other hand left Senni’s hair to trail over Dremara’s stomach, then found where she’d modestly covered her breasts. Princesses and their propriety.

His hands wandered, calloused and warm, over her smooth body. She was soft everywhere a woman should be. Truly a woman any would wish to have for a wife.

Eventually, however.. He needed air. He didn’t say anything, simply got his breath and began kissing along Dremara’s jawline, his breath hot on her ear. There was a sound, then, when his hand left Dremara, of him pulling the buckle that clasped his furs around his shoulders to loosen them.

 

[Poprockz]

Orson wasn't the only one who needed air, the princess panting as her lips were released. Now unmuffled, her sweet huffs and mewls could be heard clearly as she was beset upon.

Y'Sennia flicked her tongue up to the front where her clit was and started to focus more on that, sucking gently and polishing that little pearl that longed to be played with. She could tell that Dremara was feeling it from the way her breath hitched and her chest arched slightly, though she could also tell that she was doing everything she could to restrain the sounds of pleasure that Y'Sennia's mouth was inciting.

Dremara shuddered, securing her breasts with only one arm while the other came down to rest on Y'Sennia's head. "Wh-what are you doing?! It-ah! It feels strange!"

 

[draco519]

Orson growled lightly as his strong hand pushed her free arm aside, allowing him to take a handful of her breast and he, himself, began kissing lower. Down the side of her neck. A possessive, hungry growl left his lips when Dremara asked they were doing. He wondered that, too, somewhere in the back of his rational mind. But it was too far gone now. The sight of her, naked, with Y’Sennia between her legs? He’d had little chance to resist to begin with.

Down to the valley of her breasts, Orson freed it from beneath Dremara’s modesty-preserving hand to take a nipple into his mouth as he moved ever lower.

Eventually, his large frame was at Y’Sennia’s back, his hips pushing a kilt covered raging erection against her clothed backside. Getting his hair to one side, he took one of Dremara’s legs and leaned down to run his tongue along Dremara’s thigh.. And kissed around before he got as close as he could.

He wanted to help. It wasn’t fair to let Lady Y’Sennia do all the work. He was being a good guest.

Kissing behind Y’Sennia’s ear, he trailed his tongue down her jawline and eventually his tongue found some sweet nectar on the side of Dremara’s petal he could get to. One hand supporting his weight, his other threading into Senni’s laces, cock grinding against Senni’s hips.

 

[Poprockz]

There was naught she could do to prevent him from moving her arms, weak as she was. She was weak not only from the ailment of the darkness, but also from the oral experience she was being given. No man had touched her like this before, and the reactions her body had to him was strange. Her nipples had become more pert and sensitive, and a tingle had run through her belly when he abandoned her breasts in favor of relocating downwards.

She supposed her breasts were already out in the open so her hands went to grip the sheets instead. "Gods!" she gasped as she felt the vampress's tongue sliding into her entrance. It was inside her! How was that possible?! It could be felt snaking further in and rolling against her walls. It didn't go too deeply inside that it went past her hymen though, thankfully.

Y'Sennia had moved her head lower and tilted it to the side in case Orson wanted to taste his princess as well. She got the inkling that he craved her strongly, as he didn't seem to be able to restrain himself from touching the girl. His massive erection rubbing against her ass was a good indication as well.

She pushed herself back against him, letting her ass massage him, teasing him like she had many nights before. Y'Sennia was interested to see just how far he would go.

 

[draco519]

Orson’s hands gave up on the laces. Y’Sennia had been wearing a lovely dress, truly she had. But it was his own need that brought his hands to gather the silk of her skirts at her waist and gathered it up and tore it. Then his own belt, dropping his kilt and pushing his trousers down to free his cock.

It popped free, the tip against Y’Sennia’s thighs, causing him to gasp against Dremara’s clit.

His hands trailed up over Y’Sennia’s front, gathering the line of cleavage in her dress and tore it downward, giving him two handfuls of her breasts. Thumbs and forefingers pinching nipples.

His tongue swirled a pattern on Dremara’s clit as Y’Sennia worked on the inside of her folds. Dremara tasted so sweet, her scent was heavenly; and mixed with Y’Sennia’s perfume? It was entirely too much. How could he have ever thought he could resist it?

His hands went from handfuls of the vampress to trail back up and over his Queen, over her thighs to take two large handfuls of her breasts, kneading and massaging them. Y’Sennia’s moisture continued to harden his cock, feeling the soft inner thighs against his tip and shaft.

 

[Poprockz]

Oh my... Was he going to fuck her right there in front of his future wife? That was rather bold of him. Though his boldness and fearlessness was one of the reasons that Y'Sennia admired him. Very well, if that was what he had decided to do, she wasn't going to deny him. The situation had already made her wet even before Orson had inserted himself into the situation. Touching the naked Princess while Orson "didn't watch?" It was a kinky scenario.

The Vampress scooted her ass slightly back and closed her soft thighs around his cock, and with that she began to bounce her ass off his hips slowly.

Meanwhile, having both of them attacking two separate sources of pleasure (three if one counted the palms and fingers playing with her nipples) was more than Dremara could withstand. She squeezed the covers and moaned, hips writhing and trying to escape the pleasure. There was something fixing to explode inside her, something that was gathering near her belly. It was wholly new, and a bit intimidating. She was afraid that something unknown was going to happen, and that it might have them looking upon her in judgement.

"Please! Something's wrong with my body! I- I- Ah!"

It was too late. Before she could utter another word, her legs went straight and rigid and her toes curled, her chest arching as she came. The orgasmic bliss that hit her made her speechless, save for the cry that burst from her lips similarly to the juices she squirted. Their efforts had left her twitching and wide-eyed, the princess in shock.

 

[draco519]

Orson heard Dremara’s cries, saying something was wrong. No. Nothing was wrong, Princess. This is what it was to be taken. Something she would become accustomed to. His cock stroked along the wetness of Senni’s entrance, its length along her pale thighs. The cries of a Queen’s pleasure. It was nearly too much.

He needed her. He needed her right then and he’d not be denied. Orson removed his hands to stand and shed the tunic and kicked out of his boots and pants. He stepped over Y’Sennia, feeling the thighs of Dremara on his hips know as he sat on his knees. Taking Dremara’s knees into his hands, he pulled her into better position to accept him.

Without asking, he reached for his cock and placed the dip at Dremara’s entrance.. And he pushed. His hand moving to her hip to steady her.

“I’ve desired this for so long.” He admitted, finally. He’d heard tales of the shining Princess of Hortensia. She hadn’t been the reason he’d brought war to her shores; but she was a happy consequence of it. To take her. To seat himself inside her. To claim her womb as his. To put sons into her.

–

Dining room

There was a small dining room the rest of the group had been shown to after they’d had a chance to bathe. Elegant and warm, Cillian was glad to cut into the meat, and he looked up to Nettie as she was seated across from him. It wasn’t a formal dinner; as no meal with Brannock at the table would ever be, but it was comfortable.

Cillian felt Roric nudge him. Right.. Just like they’d talked about. He cleared his throat. “You came with the Princess to RimeHaven.” Awkwardly, he tried to right the ship in his head, but..

“Very noble of her.” Dagris helped. “I believe Cillian means to say.”

“Aye.” Cillian agreed. “I just.. Didn’t know the words. Strange men from a strange land that brought war to your home. Not many would’ve done that.”

 

[Poprockz]

Y'Sennia moved to the side for him, allowing him to get into the position he wanted. It was obvious to her what he intended to do: he wanted to take the princess's virginity without delay. Whether that was a good idea or not was none of her business. She had already done what she had set out to do.

When the princess had squirted, it wasn't just her juices that had been lapped up, but the taint of darkness. It had been coaxed from its place inside her and into her pussy where it had then been greedily sucked from her body. It felt invigorating, ingesting this darkness, and in some ways she felt that she was owed that much. The light had caused her a bit of pain, after all.

Dremara had assumed that he was approaching to help her up or perhaps to give her a brief kiss. Feeling his cock inquiring against her entrance had not been what she was expecting in the slightest. Did he truly intend to take her before their wedding night?!

She started to protest, "Orson, we can't-"

But the next moment she felt a pinching within her as his thick cock made short work of any barriers. He was a large man in that department. Well, he was a large man in general. However she was wet enough that taking him wasn't as painful as she had expected. She could feel herself stretching, her body straining to accommodate him, but it certainly wasn't comfortable yet. Her eyes watered, and she tried to breathe through this new experience.

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Nettie had impeccable table manners, delicately slicing her meat as she tried to hide her amused smile at a large belch from Brannock. While Princess Dremara was royalty and a lady through and through, Nettie came from both worlds: the world of servants and the world of nobility. Though her status was high given that she was the princess's handmaiden, she still had interacted with the rest of the castle staff as one of them. The best of both worlds, one might say. It was handy too, as being friendly with both groups allowed one certain privileges.

She had looked up at Cillian's comment, waiting expectantly to hear if he had anything more to add to it. When it didn't, her eyes flicked to Dagris and then back to Cillian. "Oh, well thank you. I think anyone with a loyal bone in their body would have at least considered it. But I think the choice was made easier for me because my immediate family has already passed, and I consider the princess like a sister. There was no way I could let her go to a foreign land alone."

 

[draco519]

Orson, we can’t- “I need you.” Orson wasn’t deterred; unapologetically, he let her get comfortable. His hand roamed over her body. His motions slow and gentle, in a bit, out a bit, letting her stretch and grow accustomed to the feel of her walls gripping him. Her silken thighs at his sides.

Reaching down, he caught Dremara’s chin to look into her eyes once he felt that bit of relaxation; and pushed deeper. He wanted more. He needed all of her. He leaned down over Dremara, bringing his lips to hers; to kiss her with every bit of that burning passion, wanting her to taste her own sweetness.

His thrusts gentle, his thick cock continued its journey until he felt his balls resting against her ass. Fully in. He rested there, raising his head to stare down at her face. “My Queen.” He whispered her title, low and sensual. “My woman..” He growled. Possessive and hungry.

Coming to sit up, he started to rock his hips back and forth, hand on Dremara’s hip, and he reached over for Y’Sennia. To guide her to lie next to Dremara, where she could touch and kiss… and likely? Be next. He was incensed. He hadn’t felt this way in many years.

–

Cillian had been watching the way Nettie ate. So dainty and feminine.. She couldn’t help but make him smile. And be more self conscious about things… Then Brannock belched, and Nettie didn’t seem too appalled by it. Which made him smirk all the same. When she said her family had died? He frowned a bit at that.

“My mother lives in RimeHaven.” But that was a sad story for another time. When she said their Queen was like her sister? And there was no way she would let her go to a foreign land alone? He understood that.

“Just leave the pitcher.” Brannock said, taking the pitcher of ale from the thrall. More forcefully than he’d intended, spilling a bit on Fionn.

“Oh I just washed this!” Fionn complained.

“So wring the ale into your mouth, boot-smoocher!” Brannock remarked while the others laughed.

Cillian shook his head with a smirk. “Family’s a bitch, yeah?”

 

[Poprockz]

There was fear inside her- fear for what the future held. Once he took her chastity, she would be unable to marry anyone else. What if he perished in all this before they wed? She would be a disgraced princess with no husband, no one to protect her, and no way to get home. Anything could happen in that scenario. She would be seen as a harlot, and perhaps she would be treated as such. There were those who hated her on these shores, she knew, as she was one of the people related to other who had brought injustices to them. She didn't want to think of the things they might do to her.

And yet, as she tasted herself on his tongue and felt the insistence of his hips, she knew there was no denying him. Beyond all reason she felt reassured by his growled words, though they had been few. As long as he was alive, she decided she could trust that he would wed and then take care of her. He may not have loved her, but at least she was important to him in some capacity.

Y'Sennia had shrugged off the rest of her clothing, happy to join the fray as it were. Though instead of laying next to Dremara, she decided to lay on top of her. Their two bodies were pressed up against one another's, her breasts smooshed against the princess's. It was her turn to get a taste of her lips, and so she did so. The vampress leaned down and started to claim her mouth, her long tongue capturing Dremara's easily as the princess moaned.

The movements of his cock inside her were starting to feel different. She felt absolutely stuffed with dick, her pussy gripping onto him whenever he would pull back. It was only by the grace of her fluids that he was able to pull out at all. He was rubbing against all of her sensitive areas in there, and she found her body responding very positively to it.

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"It can be, yeah." Nettie chuckled, "You may share blood with someone, but family can also people the people you share a deep kinship with. People you feel comfortable with. People who accept you for who you are with your strengths and weaknesses. I would say that your mother may be in RimeHaven, but your family is with you now."

She took another bite of her meat before taking a hearty drink of the wine she had been provided.

 

[draco519]

Orson’s cock continued its rampage as he sat back on his knees, pushing into Dremara. It was so good. Itwassogood. She felt just right for him, the grip of her sweetness on his member; the warmth of her very core when the head brushed against the back of her. It was amazing. She was amazing. “Oh..” He said, feeling her hips start to rock for him.

Shifting his arms as Y’Sennia simply swung a leg over and mounted the Princess? Orson cocked an eyebrow down at the ass presented before him. He kept a hand on Dremara’s hip to steady her, but his free hand slapped across Y’Sennia’s backside, massaging the worst of the swing away as he continued finding the spot that pulled the most fun noises from Dremara.

Bringing his hand down on Y’Sennia’s opposite cheek - he couldn’t have one be jealous - he gripped the flesh and dug deep into Dremara. “Ah.. bear’s balls.. Fuck.” He felt the juice on his cock. Determined to mine deeper if he could.

Moving a finger along Senni’s ass, he eventually leaned his back enough to find her entrance with a finger. Oh. But how wet she was, too!

–

Cillian noted Nettie was as sweet as she could be. Loyal, adored family, polite and-

“D’awww!” Brannock hadn’t missed what Nettie said. And he teased her for it. “Nettie’s so cute!”

“She really is.” Fionn grinned, trying his level best. He only wound up being awkward.

“I look at these bunch of boy-lovers more as practice for my discipline.” Cillian looked among them. “I practice not putting an arrow in their throats.”

Brannock laughed. “I’d like to see you try it.”

Cillian genuinely considered it, glaring daggers at the big bastard before he looked back to Nettie. Think of something else to say! “Uh.. so… where did you learn to eat like that?” Eat. He’d really said eat. Inside, his internal monologue was simply screaming and attempting to put out fires. “Dance.” He spat the word out. “Where did you learn to ea-Dance?”

 

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Every now and then, Y'Sennia would allow Dremara to have her mouth free so she could get more air, lest the girl get dizzy from more than the pleasure itself. Whenever she did, Dremara would pant and whimper so sweetly. Part of her wished she could bite into that creamy skin to let her experience the lust of a vampires bite, but she knew better. It was a shame.

Instead, she relished the sting of Orson's hand upon her ass, groaning sensually in an unabashed manner. Y'Sennia was in-control and in charge most of the time, so it was a welcome break to simply let him take over. She didn't have to command a castle, take charge, or impose her will. All she had to do was allow him to pleasure her the way she liked with those big hands and fat cock.

Speaking of... his thick fingers felt very nice in her velvety cunt.

Dremara couldn't fathom why, but her body wanted this very badly. Every fiber of her wanted the big man to continue his plunder of her womanhood. It was a bit confusing, not knowing why this sudden lust had enveloped her, but she was not in a position to question it at the moment. Each thrust of his hips jostled the two women causing their bodies, now moist with sweat, to rub against one another's.

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Only an eyebrow was raised as Brannock and Fionn started in on the teasing. If they thought calling her cute was enough to get a reaction from her, then they were sorely mistaken. What was truly cute was the way the men would squabble like that.

Where did she learn to eat like this? She blinked, at a loss for words for a moment. Nettie figured he was trying to ask where she had learned such good table manners, or perhaps he meant something else entirely. It was also possible that he was trying to make a joke, though whatever it could have been went way over her head.

"Oh, dancing!" She chuckled. "Well, if you must know, I have been waiting on the princess since I was a child, and I was always with her. I went to her classes, meals, everywhere. As such, I was also privy to the same dance lessons as she was. Normally noble ladies learn to dance regardless, but the royal family is very strict about knowing how to do all the proper dances with all the proper steps. Dremara had a bit of a difficult time with it sometimes, so I would step in to teach her, as it were. I always had a knack for it, especially bladed fan-dancing. It's a shame I had to leave mine behind."

 

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Orson had no intention of stopping. His assault on the both of them had begun. And he looked over at the mirror of the vanity to see their bodies and the friction therein, the glisten of sweat on the three of them. It was so erotic. It was so hot.

When Y’Sennia’s lips claimed Dremara’s in the mirror? He swore he got harder. His cock thickened with excitement. If that was even possible. He curled his fingers inside Dremara, pushing deeper as he tried his level best to find the spot that made her grind her clit against Dremara more. It was all so arousing.

And he didn’t know why.. He lied to himself about that part. He knew exactly why. His light and his darkness. He did his level best not to think about Dagris and his prophecies at the moment. Not that he could form more thoughts than his guttural grunting. Taking Dremara as though he were some sort of animal. She gave him no indication to stop; and he wasn’t sure he could now if she did.

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Cillian listened to Nettie say she and Dremara had been together a very long time. Means her family died when she was young; and he was scared to ask about it. If she were from one of the coastal villages? It likely meant the Kota were responsible. But the odds of that were very low. He cleared his throat, trying to keep the conversation going.

“My mother taught me some, but.. Hell, I was always a wild boy. Always up in a tree somewhere.” There were fond memories, “One time I was up in a tree with Brannock. There’s a cave not far from Rimehaven, right?” He looked over at Brannock with a grin.

Brannock grinned, he didn’t care if Cillian told the story.

“In this cave they got a hot spring.And there’s a hole in the top you can look down through, yeah? But it’s sheer rock. You ain’t climbing it without stakes and hooks and rope. Can’t climb quite-like when you use all that.”

Cillian cleared his throat. “Anyway.. The girls was using the hot spring. And we..” he smiled at the memory, even still. “We get on this branch, and Brannock’s big ass scoots too far out. Snapped the branch. He fell into the hole and into the pool with all the village girls.”

Brannock guffawed about it, even still. “The view was so much better up close!”

“What’s worse about it is what it done to the tree. Leaning forward as it was, nearly threw me out of it! I fell onto the sheer rock face and slid down a good forty or fifty feet before I caught myself. Chewed up this arm something fierce.” He held up his left arm, though it couldn’t be seen through his sleeve. “Scarred the hell up, I am.”

“He still cries about it.” Brannock grinned. “I got the best view and he got a scar.”

“And worse!” Cillian pointed an accusatory finger at Brannock, then looked back to Nettie. “I was hanging on the side of a rock for three fuckin hours before he came back and found me! Nearly fell to my damn death!”

“Ah, you’re small. That’s nothing for you.”

“See?” Cillian reiterated his point. “Discipline.”

 

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A string of saliva connected the womens' tongues as Y'Sennia pulled away to let her breathe again. Well, it was for herself too at this point. With the way Orson was fingering her, she also required more air. She wanted to cum with Dremara, for them to reach their peaks at the same time. For that reason, with a twitch of her finger, part of her shadow came up between them to rest against their clits. It pulsed on their pearls, each of them gasping at the new stimulus.

At the same time, an extension of it came up to cup Orson's balls, gently massaging it at Y'sennia's behest. She imagined the way she wanted it to do it, as she knew how he liked to be touched.

Dremara was starting to feel that same feeling again, the woman's sounds rising into desperate wails of ecstasy. She wasn't alone, the vampress joining her and harmonizing with her own cries. "Yes! Fuck!"

They reached a fever pitch and the two women both screamed and came, clutching onto one another as the man behind them orchestrated their bliss.

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It was a funny story, and she couldn't help but giggle at the imagery of the chaos that had unfolded for each of the men. One of them splashing into a pool of women like a big boulder and the other flung from the tree to scrabble down a wall like a terrified cat trying to get out of a bath. She imagined that Brannock had been occupied for some of those hours nursing his wounds from the things thrown at him in the bath.

Netties eyes widened at the end though. "Your fingers must have felt like they were going to fall off after that!" Her eyes flicked curiously to his arm and she hesitated, ultimately deciding to ask anyway. "Can I... see your scar?"

 

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He felt the shadow on his balls; as he had a thousand times before. Y’Sennia was wanting to cum, it seemed. So be it. He began pushing a bit harder and faster until they both screamed and came and shook. It was glorious. And he had to stop himself. No.. not yet. He took a deep breath. There was one chance he had in his life to do this.

He reached down, grabbing Y’Sennia by the back of the neck and pulled her to her shaky feet. Making her look up at him, he kissed her roughly before he brought his ear to her lips. “A rare gift for you…” His hand moved to her shoulder, forcing her to her knees. Eye level with his glistening cock; her own cum on his abdomen, Dremara’s cum; his pre-cum leaking from the tip. But best of all for the night enchantress?

The virginal blood of a one of a kind Princess.

His free hand came out to Dremara, guiding her to her feet more gently; but still demanding. He pulled her to his side, his arm around her waist to help support her in case her legs weren’t steady just yet. His hand came up to her chin to bring her to his kiss. “My Queen.” He whispered against her lips before he hungrily devoured them.

A favored son of Ursui, indeed.

–

Your fingers must have felt.. Cillian rolled his eyes at Brannock’s laughter. “Yes. And I'm an archer and a hunter. I use my fingers!”

Brannock rolled his eyes at Cillian. “I hold on to my axe! I need my fingers, too!”

“To stick up your ass, maybe.” Fionn tried to get in on it.

“Only so you can smell them.” Brannock reached over, wiping a bit of his ale on Fionn’s nose and upper lip.

“When was the last time you washed that?!” Fionn recoiled, reaching for his napkin.

The men laughed.

Cillian cocked an eyebrow, having just finished his plate and was taking a drink of his ale when Nettie asked to see his scar. “Okay.” He stood up from the table, shed his raven feather cloak and undid his armor. Tossing the leather armor aside, he pulled the tunic off of his shoulder and showed Nettie his arm. He was made of muscle now; far from the lanky kid he’d been at the time.

Though he didn’t give that any thought. With his tunic pulled half off, he had a few more visible scars on his abs and shoulder, but she’d asked to see the one on his left arm that ran from his forearm almost all the way up to his shoulder. Like the skin and muscle had been shredded by a cheese grater.

“It’s this one.” He pointed to it. “Was trying like hell to find anything to grab onto before I went over the side.”

 

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It was a good thing he was supporting her, as Dremara's legs felt like jelly. She had been through a lot today: a long journey, fighting a dark beast, being flooded with evil energy, losing her chastity, and orgasming twice. Still, in the afterglow of her orgasm, she felt a deep satisfaction. Hesitantly, she reached up and gently caressed his cheek as they kissed, her own tongue flicking against his within their mouths.

Y'Sennia all but threw herself on his cock, the large member ushered between her lips as she started to suck and slurp. Her tongue once again snaked around him until she had reached the base of him, unwilling to let even an inch of him be untasted. He tasted unbelievably good... Their combined nectar, his precum, and that blood. Oh Gods, that blood was delicious! It stung a bit on her tongue, but the flavor was to die for!

Briefly, she pulled off of him to lick his abdomen clean, her hand continuing to jerk him off in slick movements in her absence. While she wanted to continue her oral appreciation, she couldn't simply leave him with a splash of juices on his skin, could she? Or perhaps she was simply greedy for more of that delectable sauce.

No sooner had she licked him clean than she was back to bobbing voraciously on his pole, saliva and precum dripping off her chin. He had given her his cum between her legs last time, so she was looking forward to getting a load down her throat.

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Fionn's reaction to Brannock's ale-soaked fingers earned him a snicker from the handmaid, though one could argue that it might have been their imagination seeing as she had lifted her goblet to drink at the time.

When Cillian disrobed though, Nettie stood up as well and went around the table so she could get a better look at it. By the Gods... that was quite the scar. It was the sort of scar that might make a child cry on sight. The handmaiden was no child though, so she merely looked upon it and then gave him a sympathetic look.

"That must have hurt... Though I suppose while it wasn't earned in battle, it is a testament to your resiliency and will to survive. I'm glad you did." Nettie realized how that might have sounded and added, "survive, I mean."

 

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Cillian felt his cheeks flush a little as Nettie examined the scar. The imperfection. But it wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to. It wasn’t anything the other guys hadn’t seen before. He cleared his throat a little bit as Nettie examined him and commented on it.

“I got some, too!” Fionn said proudly, only to get kicked under the table by Roric.

Which got a small smile from Dagris. Poor boy had a bit of a crush; on one who had a bit of a crush on their Raven. What a situation it was.

Cillian shrugged his shoulders, the chill of the air starting to get to him now, goosebumps running up his back. “Yeah. Well.. me too.” He smirked, putting his arm back through the sleeve and shrugging his tunic back on. “Wouldn’t be here putting up with these wank stains now.”

“You have any scars?” Cillian asked without even thinking, looking down at his straps as he pulled his leather armor back on.

“Yeah! Let’s see em!” Brannock grinned, and also got a kick from Roric.

–

Orson’s grip on Dremara tightened as he felt it. Oh, he was going to reward Y’Sennia. Greatly. He shuddered against Dremara’s kiss, feeling his muscles begin to tighten up. Releasing Senni’s head, he reached down for Dremara’s legs. Getting her back to him, he lifted her by the knees and let her lean her back against his chest.

Displaying her, spread open, dripping with her cum soaked and bloodied entrance and thighs. He watched in the mirror of the vanity.

“Take her head, my Queen.” He whispered into Dremara’s ear. “Allow her to clean you.”