The Witchwood

[Niamh]

He was implacable. Merciless. He invaded the fragile margins of her dreams, shredding the frail defences of her psyche as he came.

Locked behind stout iron-bound doors, guarded by warriors who paced the firelit corridor outside her room, she was nonetheless besieged. Besieged by a nameless invader who had breached her very soul. She tossed on her silken bed, her fingers clenched on the embroidered counterpane. She murmured and cried out, and fought for breath as though she were drowning.

"Lady...." said her handmaiden, roused from sleep. She rose from her pallet in the corner, lifting a candle high, and peered in amongst the curtains of the princess's bed. "Lady, are you well?"

He was coming. Across the wide chasm of nightmare, clad in black armour, his face obscured.
Aradia.... he called to her. My night-song, my love. Aradia....

"Lady! Awake, awake!"

His face was flame that flickered behind the piercings of his helm. The air was crimsoned and kindled as he drew near. She could feel his heat, scalding her naked flesh as it burned her gown into cinders that curled and scattered in the dark.

You cannot resist me, Aradia.

The handmaiden, frightened now, raced to the heavy door and wrenched it open. "Help me! The princess is in peril!"

Guards poured in, their weapons raised.

To the witchwood, Aradia. To the witchwood tomorrow night. I command you. Come....

She shrieked, convulsing on the bed.

~*~*~*

OOC: This is a dark fantasy, an adult fairy tale, about the possession of a beautiful maiden by an infernal elven lord. If anyone would like to take part in it, please send me a private message first so that the story can be developed in a coherent way.

I will be portraying Aradia, and will need a suitably evil individual to portray the elven lord. There is also room in the cast for various denizens of the castle and the countryside. It might also prove interesting to have, as dramatic counterpoint, a "good" knight who might try to rescue the princess from her pleasurably painful fate. (Will she thank him for his intervention? I am not sure! The darkness holds a certain allure.... *wink*)

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: As the Local "Good Knight" I would like to extend my services for this Roleplay....Im not very good at the Ultra evil scene though...I can take it to an extent, But I dont know how far you want this to go...*Chuckles* So PM me!

 

[Niamh]

OOC: I am very pleased to announce that my fellow newcomer, Seumas, will be taking on the role of the evil elven lord.

Roland, I did try to send you a private message, but your box was full :-( Thank you for your interest anyway.

I think that for now, to keep things simple, Seumas and I will lay the groundwork on our own. No doubt additional roles will become obvious as the tale unfolds.

I see that most threads here begin with a description of the characters. Here is a description of the Princess Aradia:

Aradia is a faerylike girl of smallish stature, only recently crossed over the border from girl to woman. Her hair is reddish gold, and her milk white skin is dusted with freckles. Her eyes are brown and large, flecked with gold. The woodlands are her haven. Nothing pleases her more than wandering through bushes and briars, wading into the shallows of the river with her gown gathered up above her knees, and flowers twined in her gleaming hair. She can coax small animals in the wild to eat from the palm of her hand. Birds settle upon her shoulders when she rests with her back against a tree in the afternoon. Perhaps it is her very purity of heart that has captured the attention of the Dark Lord of the Wood. It is not his intent to leave her a maiden much longer. As each creature craves its opposite, his darkness craves her light.

Amazingly, I am quite nervous. Wish me luck!

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: I cleaned out my PM box. ^______^() It was just recently filled up...

Okay, well I'll just be watching for now, best of luck tae ye!

 

[Seumas]

I can nae help but smile.

She is very special indeed. Watching her in the wood reminds me of the others, but there is something that sets this girl apart. Her oneness with with the creatures in the wood makes her seem almost elven. Ahhh, but that would be to much to hope for.

Could this be the one. Not another of those vapid whores from the villiage. Where is the challenge when the girl throws herself at you?

It would be so easy....If i wanted to take that path. But my method is so much more rewarding...and stimulating. All the others before had. Now it's time to make her sleep restless. Once she is there....

I can nae help but smile.
((OOC))

Angus, the Dark elf is generally charming to most. he ever has had human women chasing after him but finds those women boring. He likes the challenge of breaking the girls into submission.
He could just enchant them but sees that is just a lazy elf's cop out.

 

[Niamh]

Aradia

In the morning, the Princess Aradia was strange. Everyone said so. Elspeth, the handmaiden who had been with her the night before, regaled the rest of the maids at breakfast with tales of the fearful fever dream that had brought a score of guardsmen thundering into the tower bedchamber in the wee hours.

"And a right lot of handsome fellows they were, too. I have an assignation with one of them for tomorrow night!" she finished with a wink. (So much for the moral rectitude of the fair ladies whose task it was to guard the virginity of the Princess Aradia.)

"It sounds like bewitchment," grumbled old Meghan, the herb-wife, as she tottered towards the hearth and presented the cook with a basket of fennel and leeks. "It sounds like a sending from the Dark Lord of the Wood."

"She's dotty," whispered Elspeth to her nearest neighbour. "Spouting faery stories ever. Pay her no mind. Now who has a crimson ribbon I might wear tomorrow night?"

Dotty or no, there was an air of conviction about old Meghan. (An air of onions too, and garlic and other less savoury smells, but that is outside the scope of this story.) She made a point later that morning to seek the Princess Aradia out in the garden, where she was sitting beneath a willow tree and staring rather abstractedly into space. Her harp lay, untouched and mute, in her lap.

"Stay away from the witchwood, my lady," the old crone whispered. "As sure as eggs is eggs, you have passed into the notice of the Dark Lord who rules there in his castle made of mists and nightmares. He will seek to lure you to the place where his power is strongest, and then you will be lost. No mortal man can combat his magickings -- they be far too strong and far too dark to be overcome by any warrior, however canny his sword."

The Dark Lord. Aradia looked up at the old woman, and the expression in her eyes was enough to show that she knew the crone was right. "He calls me, Meghan. He calls me even now. I can feel him, like a fever in my blood...like a chill in my heart."

"Take this then, poppet, and never lose it." Meghan whispered, moving close. She dropped something into the princess's lap. It was an acorn strung on a bit of cotton thread. Against the patterened silk of Aradia's green gown, it looked very humble indeed.

Aradia glanced up in wonder.

"Wear it next your heart, and never lose it," Meghan said again. "While you have it, he cannot approach you. But its protection will not aid you if you enter into the witchwood. No magick made by mortal hand can aid you there."

"I will not go into the wood," said Aradia firmly.

 

[Seumas]

Angus

I am almost impressed.
Looking into my pool I see and hear all that is going on in Aradia's chamber. I must give Elspeth credit though. She does look out for her charge well, so it seems. But all preceeds as I have planned.

Looking into the chamber I have prepared for Aradia I am reminded of how lonely it can be here except for brief, well brief for one with a life span like mine, periods of companionship. But ohhh how sweet to take them...make them mine and not resort to enchantment to do so. Yes it's a long process...but that is what makes it oh so sweet.

Well I must head out to Witchwood now. I am expecting company soon.

 

[Niamh]

That night, the dream came to Aradia again. Elspeth, startled from her doze beside the fire, rushed to the bed and immediately knew that she had better run for help.

When she flung open the door and peered into the hall, she immediately saw a guardsman on duty. Or rather, she heard him. He was snoring lustily, still on his feet, but leaning back against the wall with his mouth gaping open in a way that reminded her of a salmon gasping for air.

"You!" she whispered fiercely. "Guard! Wake up! The princess is again in peril!"

The guard awoke with a jerk and an oath, and rubbed his stubby fingers in his eyes.

Instantly Elspeth was more courteous. The guard was a handsome youth of muscular build, with a promising bulge at his groin. She wondered what he had been dreaming of.

"I am sorry I have not had the pleasure of learning your name," she said coyly.

"It's Hamish. From Mull. You say something is amiss with the princess?"

Elspeth was not too pleased that he took his guard duties so seriously. She had hoped he would ask her for her name. But, shoving out her breasts to best advantage, she led the way into the princess' bedchamber and stood close beside him, arranging her golden curls.

Hamish looked in awe towards the bed.

"By all that's holy, what has come to her?"

Elspeth lifted a brow. "Desire is what has come to her. Desire in a dream. And a fair hot one it is too."

Hamish blushed darkly. He had always been a little in love with the princess. What man would not be, if he had eyes? To see her as she was now, flushed and gasping, in the grip of a dream so fevered that it caused her to moan aloud, was almost more than he could bear.

"Taranis, god of Thunder," he muttered, and shifted uncomfortably. The bulge in his breeches had increased dramatically over the past few moments. He feared that any moment it might burst through the seams.

His discomfiture was not lost on Elspeth. Ever the opportunist, she formed at once a delightful plan.

"You are alone on watch tonight, are you not, Hamish?"

'Aye. Captain said he had...business...in the tavern tonight."

"Business. Ah. Well, it seems to me that we might get up to a little "business" ourselves if we went about it properly."

"Come again?" Hamish said blandly, and Elspeth wondered if he had been peeping through the keyhole earlier on. Watching the princess sleep was a process that always seemed to bring on the most delightful sensations, and Elspeth had formed the habit early on of taking advantage whenever she could. Feet propped up and head thrown back against her chair, skirts drawn clear and fingers busy late into the night, she had come to find the privacy of the princess's chamber to be a very necessary luxury. (Sleeping in a dormitory with a gaggle of prissy females offered few amatory opportunities. Though sometimes she had been almost tempted to see what joy another woman's body might bring. Aradia for example. Aradia drove her crazy. Though even Elspeth would not have dared to try that.) Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth however, she volunteered often to "sit up and watch" and made the best possible use of the solitary hours. Aradia slept like a log always...or so she had until the past two nights.

"The princess is in torment as you can see, Hamish," Elspeth began.

"So am I, watching her!" he blurted out, and then instantly clamped his mouth shut. "Begging your pardon, Mistress, but no living breathing man could feel otherwise, seeing her as she is now."

Aradia's nipples were hard and thick; like succulent berries beneath the thin linen of her gown. Her eyes were tightly shut, but beneath the lids there was frantic movement. Her whole body was flushed. Her lips were parted. For all the world she looked to be in the throes of orgasm (And probably was, if Elspeth judged the signs correctly.)

Elspeth smiled. "No living, breathing woman, either, Hamish."

He swallowed hard. Her words apparently had finally penetrated his thick skull. Either that or he had caught the quickened rise and fall of her breasts; the slow drift downwards of her hand until it pressed against her mound.

"You mean...we should..." He sounded doubtful.

"As a handmaiden to the princess, you must realize that my opportunities for...pleasure...are few and far between. As I imagine yours are too. On guard duty, night after night, standing out in all weathers, with only a rigid sword for company."

"You speak no less than the very truth!" Hamish moaned with feeling. "Sometimes I am so stiff that I fear I might do myself an injury."

She was close to him now, so close that he could smell the faint perfume of cloves on her breath. Her mouth was sweet and small and alluring. He found himself suddenly having trouble breathing.

Her kiss was sudden and so deep that he fell back on the bench behind him, knocking his head sharply against the wall. She was all over him in a trice, her long skirts rucked up and her knees astride him. He feared he might choke on her tongue.

"I need a man," Elspeth whispered urgently, "and a man I mean to have tonight. It could be you, Hamish. It could be you."

This finally sank in.

He fought for breath and met her tongue with hungry thrusts of his own. Delighted, she began to squirm on top of him, grinding her cunny on the distended mass of his imprisoned, aching cock.

"You must have the prick of a horse!" she gasped, and began to tear at the lacings of his breeches in dead earnest. What she saw when his manhood finally sprang free was enough to make her jaw drop.

"And so you do!" She rose up on her knees and began to position herself for a quick descent, but he would have none of that.

"On your knees then, wench -- as Nature intended!"

Elspeth shot Hamish a quizzical look. "You must be from the country."

His huge hands were around her waist, and he had effortlessly risen with her, crossing the room in four large strides. "Aye...my father is a farmer. What of that?"

Elspeth kept her opinions to herself and simply reveled in the feel of him. His fingers were like iron. The muscles of his arms were rippling. His cock, so thick that she could not have encircled it with her hand, was rampant and frothing and making her bottom very wet as it jostled against her with every step. Unceremoniously, he dumped her on her knees on the hearth-rug and covered her with his massive body. Red hair bristled from his chest and legs. The musk of male arousal filled the room. With a grunt, Hamish lifted Elspeth's haunches, and lubricated himself further with spit.

Elspeth thought she would climax then and there, just imagining what was to come.

"NO! I will not come to the witchwood! NO!!" cried the Princess Aradia, and sat bolt upright in her bed.

Elspeth screamed.

 

[Vagrant]

Hamish

He stopped his motions quite suddenly, buried to the hilt in the woman before him, when the Princess bolted upright, his first reaction, before he had time to process what she screamed, was terror. Had they been caught? And if they had what would happen to them? But then her words registered in his mind, albeit slower than normal from his fright.

He had heard the tales of the Witchwood, but believed few of them. So in all honesty, he merely considered her outburst to be caused by a nightmare. The wench was probably telling her a story about the wood before she went to bed is all.

 

[Niamh]

Aradia, flushed and breathless, opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the fire. There was a very loud sound and the two bodies separated, though they remained on all fours before the hearth.

At first Aradia could not quite understand what she was seeing. She was tempted to believe that some strange hairless beasts had found their way into her room. But then her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she realized that one of the crouching figures was her own handmaiden Elspeth. The moonlight was illuminating the whiteness of that lady's bared bottom in a way that was hard to mistake.

Behind Elspeth though...behind her. Epona! Great Mother! Was this the Horned God Cernunnos himself, come from the darkness to practice his passionate mysteries? Surely no mortal man ever had dimensions like that? The head of his member was the size of a ripe plum. The staff was thick as a young tree, veined and jerking and most compelling to the eye.

I am in the presence of Divinity, Aradia thought to herself in awe. Her mouth was suddenly very dry, her cunny suddenly very wet. The lasting memory of the dreams she had been taunted by the whole night through, combined with this spectacle upon waking, made her feel she would scream with frustration.

And scream she did. Very loudly. From every corridor and stairway in the castle, the sound of thundering mailed boots could be heard in answer. The whole royal guard was approaching, and quickly.

"Och, Hamish, you have ruined me for sure!" said Elspeth spitefully, and slapped him across the face.

OOC:

If any of our readers would like to join in, just send me a private message describing your intended character and give me a little sample of your writing -- just a line or two. I am actually starting to enjoy this.

niamh the nubile and hopefully nasty

 

[Vagrant]

Hamish

He heard the thundering footsteps of his fellow guardsmen approaching. Acting quickly he retrieved his pants and put them on, urging Elspeth to cover up as well.

"Are ye daft woman? Cannae you hear the guard on its way? And I dinnae ruin ye, maybe for other small dicked men, but not for me or my kinsmen from Mull."

When the guard burst in, Hamish explained his presence was the same as theirs, but since he was posted just down the hall, he responded much sooner. He hoped that they would believe him.

He looked to the Princess. "Princess, ye are safe now. Twas just a dream."

 

[Lyonhart42]

Elspeth

Grabbing for her clothes in a failed attempt to cover herself in time she looks at the guards not having to fake her fear.

"It was awful... Some dark lust, some evil power, overcame the princess... I ran for the guard, but never maid it... I was over come by some force... It forced itself upon me, pinned me to the floor, it... it took me... it spoiled my maiden-hood"

She brakes down into tears, hoping her story fooled, some of them and warned those that have "personal" knowledge that she's no virgin.

OOC: I'll leave it up to someone else weather or not anyone buys her story, it's nice to be aboard.

 

[Vagrant]

He nods to the men in the room, agreeing with her story to save his own ass.

"Aye, that is how I found her, rutting with some imaginary lover. I think the woman be daft but she believes it most certainly."

He looked to the Princess.

"You lads see to her Highness, I'll take care of her maid."

He helps Elspeth to her feet.

"Come now woman, calm down and pull yourself together. And put your clothes on as well. Tis not proper to be bare in front of her Highness OR the Guards."

 

[Niamh]

The Princess Aradia was bewildered and upset. Newly awakened and surrounded by a circle of burly guards -- never mind the appalling spectacle of her handmaiden Elspeth being raped by some kind of demonic beast who really had looked an awful lot like Hamish -- it was enough to send her into fits.

"Now, now, Princess," said Hamish. "You're safe now. The whole palace guard is standing watch around your bedside."

He did his best to cover Elspeth's nakedness, and led her off into the shadows.

Aradia swallowed hard and tried not to stare too intently at the condition of Hamish's breeches. Hamish swallowed hard and tried not to drool on her breasts. Seeing the direction of her gaze, he promptly positioned his shield in front of his groin.

"Enough of this pandemonium!" said an ill-tempered voice from the doorway. "I could hear the lot of you all the way at the bottom of the garden. What's amiss?"

Everyone knew that old Meghan could not have possibly heard anything at the bottom of the garden, but she was an uncanny old soul and all of them were afraid of her.

"I had another dream about the Dark Lord of the Wood," Aradia murmured.

"And from the looks of her, a fair exciting dream it was!" put in Hamish, who promptly received an elbow in the gut from Elspeth.

Meghan draped a shawl around Aradia's shoulders and helped her out of bed.

"I'll make you a warm posset down in the kitchen, love. You can tell old Meghan everything."

 

[Vagrant]

Hamish

Hamish pipes in again, though this time with only GOOD intentions.

"Aye M'lady, go with Meghan, she'll make it all better. And then you'll be able to get a good nights sleep."

He rubs his gut where elspeth elbowed him and glared subtley. That'll be the last time he puts it to her for awhile. Unless she really gets down and begs for it. He chuckles inwardly.

 

[Seumas]

Angus

Now that the last dream nudge is complete I gather the items I will need and out to the Witchwood to await the lovely Aradia.

I have wiated a long time for one such as her...the time is now.

 

[Seumas]

Angus

I cannot believe how all has fallen into place...of course I have orchestrated it so I shouldn't have been surprised. Oh to have a new one to mold into what I want.
It has been so long since I have had the company of such a maiden...but the knowledge of taming one such never goes away.

She will be mine.

 

[Lyonhart42]

Elspeth

As the guards file out and Princess Aradia is lead away, Elspeth moves closer to Hamish as if being comforted by him. She leans over, head in his oh so interesting chest, faking tears.

Seeing in the corner of her eyes that the last of the guards has filed out, she tilts her head back, looking up towards Hamish. Her eye's seeking his letting hem see her need.

"Come, let us find someplace quiet, " she says, hand reaching down, sliding slowly into his pants. Finding that the moment has not yet entirely left him. Her hand grasps the guard’s monstrous weapon; she can feel it jump with eagerness. "You, sir, have a job to finish"

She rises to her toes, craning her neck to kiss him. Her tongue in his mouth stifles any objections he may have wished to give voice to. The feel of her mouth on his is heavenly; he knows not how to respond to her aggressiveness, his years of training have left him unprepared for a dual of this sort. Try as he might Hamish is left gasping and as her lips leave his he longs to feel them again.

 

[Vagrant]

Hamish

OOC: In the future please try to refrain from saying what my character does.

IC: So much for making her beg.

"I thought I ruined ye?" He asked with a chuckle.

"And are ye not the least bit worried about her Highness? Or has this Dark Lord got ye too?"

 

[Lyonhart42]

Elspeth

OOC: I'm truly sorry, but it got done to me too. I would never have elbowed you. I'll tell you what, I'll give you one for free. You take this where you want. That’s the last time I try to stretch my posts out. I kind of thought I wasn't saying enough, but that was the kind of thing this bitch would do...

IC: Realizing she's not going to get any more tonight, Elspeth looks down demurely. "I'm sorry, your right, may haps we did get caught up in whatever foul magic her highness is under " Looking up at him again grinning "or maybe it was just that magical staff of yours I got caught up in"

 

[Vagrant]

Hamish

OOC: If it's what she'd do, that's fine. And there are ways to hint at how you want me to react. "She tried her hardest to leave him gasping when the kiss ended" and such. That way, you tell me what you intend, and I can go from there.

IC: "Nothing magical about my staff woman, it just simply knows how to please a pretty thing such as you"

He looked down at her.

"Perhaps we could find someplace private, to make sure the swelling goes down ye see."

 

[Lyonhart42]

Elspeth

Giggling, "Yes, let us see what we can do about that. I've heard that you must reduce such swelling immediately or you risk the most terrible sickness. Just don't be to quick about it"

 

[Vagrant]

Hamish

Hamish chuckled, loosing the mood for innuendo. That and he couldn't think of anything else to say along those lines. It diddn't help that Elspeth was so close to him either, and she was indeed right, he hadn't completely lost the moment.

But his duty came to mind. He couldn't just abandon his post.

"I need tae go on patrol in a few minutes. Tae make sure all is clear. I might hear something suspicious in the linnen room."

 

[Lyonhart42]

Elspeth

"Yes, the linen room, I shall await you eagerly"

Elspeth, heads off to perform her own duties which will undoubtedly call her to the linen room in but a few moments...

 

[Vagrant]

Hamish

He went about his duties, first making sure the Princesses rooms were clear of any ne'er do wells. and then left. starting on his patrol.

Roughly ten minutes later, true to his word, as he came up to the linen room,he opened the door and looked inside.

"Hmm, I heard a right suspicious noise from in here."