Re: Kylie (Courage Wolf)
Hahaha, I'm glad I finally got your attention. Kylie murmured, snuggling into Eileen before a rough gasp was pulled from her lips as Eileen bit her, the dose of venom high enough to leave Kylie swimming in her own senses, unable to make sense of up or down, unable to move properly either, everything brought to a slow crawl.
Her body was heavy, sluggish, limp. The moan that wanted to explode from her lungs as she felt her drunk lover of the night's tongue around her nipple was a quiet whimper, her body shaking slightly, back arching and her hands making a slow, feeble attempt to raise themselves to the back of Eileen's head, unable to exert the strength to pull her tighter to her chest, the burst of raw, drugged sensation rushing through her body like a bottle of liquid lightning unleashed upon her nervous system, leaving the assassin reeling.
To say Kylie didn't notice the prodding at her hips would be an outright falsehood as Eileen's spinnerets went to work, she didn't realize what was happening, lost in her sensations, but the wash of wet, warm silk that worked over and around her hips, across her lower lips and rear entrance, left Kylie trembling, mewling weakly in pleasure, her hips pushing upwards slightly as she shuddered in bliss, the drunken drider giving her exactly what she wanted, exactly what she had wanted for hours.
She did glance down to her hips, seeing the new garment wound carefully around her hips, as well as notice the cord, but her attention was drawn further down as Eileen spread her legs and fashioned what appeared to be silken shackles, her ankles held with a steady tension that left her legs parted, but effort was required to spread them further, leaving her hobbled, she'd be running nowhere, even if she wanted to. The next part though, left the drugged assassin moaning properly, the sound itself actually a squeal of pleasure, weakened as much as her muscles, as the second piece of the crotchrope was applied. If Eileen noticed the steady, gentle pulling of her ankles, or her slowly rolling hips, she didn't pay it any mind, Kylie willingly, eagerly, working the rope splitting her folds regularly, her slit already dripping and ready, Kylie wanting to be filled.
It was not to be however, she could feel Eileen moving, and once again, her tongue settled across the now raised, hard peaks of her nipples. Kylie was shivering with unrestrained need, and still had her mind, but a sharp pain was quickly followed with the loss of her caring mind as more venom pushed into her blood, her senses shockingly sensitive now. She was murmuring to herself in her need, though the words themselves were unintelligible at the moment as more silk was applied to keep her in place, before Eileen said something else, and suddenly Kylie was alone.
For 5 minutes that seemed like 5 hours, Kylie was left, pinned to the bed, partially bound, and moving as much as she could, pleasure echoing from her petals, mewls and eager moans wafting into the air. She hadn't even noticed the blindfold, but she did note it when she was lifted, her folds dripping, blind, and was settled into a hastily spun web. She was weightless now, beautifully weightless, and restricted. Her arms had been pulled behind her and bound together as well, the beautiful silken sack that tightly hugged her arms together also attached by a thread thin line to her crotchrope ensuring that each movement, each bounce, was another jarring affair of bliss.
Another kiss, The blindfold had been removed... when? it didn't matter. Kylie's tongue wrestled with Eileen's own weakly, but with agility, the hot, grinding body pressing up against her bound own having Kylie tugging ineffectively at her bindings just to feel the pleasure. She had missed Eileen's message, panting raggedly with need, but she understood what could happen next as Eileen leaned down, she could practically see in her mind, the fang poised over her clit, and all that mattered to Kylie, was that the ovipositor she remembered feeling just moments earlier, would be buried in her soon.
At first, the sentence that tumbled from her lips, was so quiet, that Eileen could not have caught it, but the tug on the rope that attached to the crotchrope caused Kylie to give another whimper that should have been a scream. Please... Eileen..... Fuck me... anything you want... finish... the binding... do whatever you want to me. Kylie murmured, her eyes glazed, truly trapped in the situation and happy to be so as her mind immediately gave in as freely as her body.
And then Kylie waited in seconds that were years for whatever would happen next, her body yearning for Eileen to use it as she saw fit, and all other thoughts driven from her mind like birds before a storm.
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In another land though, such pleasure was not to be found. Kimredha, fractured city states, blasted forest land full of twisted life, shattered plants and cracked stone... It seemed like the day was always so short here, and the scattered 'cities' were little more then small towns, their walls high, their people hard and enduring as always. The undead and the accursed truly ruled here, and the people, the halflings, humans, and scatterings of other races, simply held on to what hard earned land they had carved out against what seemed to be a truly cursed onslaught. While an Assassin begged for the fulfillment of her own flavor of blissful torments, a man of high honor and unbendable will prayed to his god, simply to survive another night. A blade, long, heavy, and emblazoned with a golden sun upon a silver hilt, lashed through another shambling corpse, the body falling limp as gilt weaponry guided by divine training and honed muscles cleaved the head free. Father Malashi, a whole house of the gods driven to this evil...
The Paladin, in Armor that used to shine, but now was stained in old blood, and older scars, hefted his immaculate shield, as tall as his own torso, and just as wide. Horus had been too long at his task, but he would see it through. Falling to his knee, the danger passed for now, the bodies of the reanimated people newly reslain scattered around him, Horus bowed his head behind the massive sun emblazoned across hardened mithril, and said the holy rights of Pelor over the bodies, hoping their souls at least, would find rest, though their bodies had not. Once the prayer had finished, Horus stood once more, but he did not sheath his blade, he did not lower his guard, and instead, prepared for an unending night in his lonely, and sanctified duty, he stepped back into the twisted woods, while holy light split the clouds for the briefest of moments, and incinerated the bodies of the cursed.
He stalked along the worn road to the haunting cry of crows, nearly 6 and a half foot high, and broad, Horus, even without his armor, was an imposing sight, but in it, as he was now, with moonlight washing over the metal, he was a massive figure to strike fear into the evil hearts that cursed men to rise back to a facsimile of life, a mockery of existence, and in the power he held, forbidden by the entire pantheon, a truly blessed and favored man in both arm and power under his Lord Pelor, walked back to his home and his mentor.
The armor was she slowly as peace was found behind softly glowing runes etched into the stone by the hands of Horus' mentor Nikolai, and gently laid to rest against that same stone, Horus stepped out of the padding, and into a simple tunic and breeches. His sandy blonde hair was cropped short, his body was every ounce as hard as the armor he wore, and only a woman he dreamed of, could match his scars in count, if not in size. Some part of him hoped she dreamed of him also, so that he would someday know the purpose of these haunting visions. So many were happy before, despite the pain he had witnessed in her life, but now, now he knew her memories had been restored, even as he knew they had been taken, and he had never once learned of her location, Nikolai simply stating that when it was time, he would reveal their purpose. Surely Pelor would guide him as he always did, and he was at peace here, doing his job in protecting all he could, and purifying the evils he found.
Horus collapsed into his bed, and into his dreams, hoping to see his shadowy figure again, a strange comfort to a man that was as pure in his thoughts, as he was in his miracles, though it was likely the woman would not feel the same, and Horus had to recite prayers for weeks, when he was paid witness to her more carnal appetites. But it was the way she fought that drew him to her, the fearlessness he strove for, the absolute totality of her drive. He had wept, waking when she had nearly been killed by a devil, rejoiced from thousands of miles away, when she had adopted a young alraune. But tonight.... Tonight, bot Horus, and Kylie, the Assassin of which he dreamed, were paid visit by a different god, an old god, a god who even in death, in his own domain, clung to his duties, and dreamt of vengeance against those who planned to defile his ways.
The Halfing chuckled insanely to herself as she stood outside the cave of the holy man, her eyes constantly moving. She knew only her own name, the rest was all flashes of powerful magic, and locations she would never visit, but a dread purpose always drove her forward, and chaos followed in her wake as she slept. Wee Jas called to them all in their dreams, and his Last Disciple, a fragment of all that was left of the old god, stood outside the domain of pelor within Kimredha, and guided his vision.
Horus and Kylie shared at least the first part of this dream, but the rest was stolen from the assassin by the goddess that strove to give the young and powerfully fated woman purpose, the FateSpinner had worked long and hard to weave this girls life into it's true form, and even now she could feel the other gods beginning their search for her meddling, and she would abide their presence not. Not in Her Domain.
Horus restlessly turned as a younger Kylie strode into the cave during her testing, deeper into the shadows, the assassin, not as silent as she was now, not as sure of her motions. The Halfling looked up from her place, to look into the sky and see the ravens and the sunlight in a standoff, as an older force worked beneath them without their knowledge. The Halfling smiled grimly and continued his work.
Kylie worked deeper into the caves of her trials, further into true shadow, that feeling crawling along her flesh making her shudder, before she exited out into a small chamber, lit only with the dull light of candles, and in its center stood a creature. It had once been a man perhaps? She couldn't tell, but it's flesh rotted from it's bone, and it's eyes were missing. Maybe 25 feet separated the pair, and the undead.... thing, turned a sightless face to it's side, listening intently. It stood upon a small island surrounded by water, only ankle deep, but Kylie knew immediately the purpose of this chamber. She had no weapons, an earlier test wresting them all from her in these caverns, but here.... Looking at a creature without eyes, clad only in rags, but with hands tipped with fearsome claws, she knew that the slightest sound, would give her away.
Slipping to the ground as quietly as a shadow, she sat, and watched, and meditated, her eyes never closing, her ears always open, even as she went over her teachings. No assassin was taught everything, each was unique in their skills, but Gestalt knew she had been teaching herself from the libraries, and her test reflected all the shrewd weaponmaster knew of her own studies of old texts and forbidden ways. He knew she had been delving into knowledge beyond her station for awhile, and had never said anything, only increased her training.
Now she sat, and ran through everything she had tried, and failed to Master, and one thing squared firmly in her mind. Silence, she had to be silent. She didn't need to kill this thing, she doubted she could, she only needed to pass it without disturbing the water. She had to move as a shadow, as a ghost. Hours passed, though for Horus watching from the outside in, it passed so swiftly. Slowly she stood, and focused her own energies, now outwards as any mage would, but inwards, in a rare display of power that most assassin's simply weren't capable of anymore, the teachings misunderstood or lost, and the removed her boots, setting them aside. This simple act took over 10 minutes to accomplish in silence, but when she put her bare feet back against stone, Kylie could feel the earth beneath her, and the water beyond, and with a smile to match that of a meddling Halfling and her dead god, Kylie strode forward.
Her steps were perfectly silent, without any sound, truly she moved as she wished, and when her feet hit water, she simply kept moving, walking not through, but over, atop the water. She passed the creature, and exited the chamber to finish her graduation, and earned her name within her order.
All knew her then on, as Kylie the Silent, but those who had witnessed her trial, gave her another name, as the doors slid shut behind her. A name taken from the technique she had mastered in secret, and tested under true danger. Ghost Walker...
In his dreams, Horus smiled, and applauded the young assassin her victory, but whereas Kylie reclaimed the last pieces of her lost past, and was freed from the chains of her dreams, Horus' night was only beginning. Cheshire giggled madly to herself, a soot blackened young face still peering up into the moon as she guided Horus not to the past, but into the future, and a grim future it was.
Horus was watching now, not a young woman holding her head high no matter the situation, but a woman in her own rags, still young, still hard, but slightly older, bearing more scars, and in chains. She stood under a harsh sun, barefoot, surrounded by the roaring cheers of so many who had come here to witness bloodshed, and the man she stood before smiled down at her, fat, repugnant, and snapped his fingers. Instantly the tattoos that were hidden upon the assassin's flesh, flared to life for just a moment, and shattered the shackles, before the man snapped his fingers again, and the collar around her neck arched with power, and suppressed the magic that was inked into her flesh.
What has it been now Woman? Ghost? 2 years by my count, 2 years!!! and not one soul has come to find you as you promised so long ago, when my men took you, and I took your magic from you. Now the only thing you fight for is my pleasure. Take a look folks! Did you know not a single man could lay hands on her? Even after we took her? She has never known the touch of ANY of my men! Her vagina bites as surely as if it had teeth! I still feel the pain of the first poor sod who tried. But she still fights as surely as if she was a tiger herself! You all know her! Though none knows her name, You all Love her! Though I'm certain she hates us all. And you ALL came to see her die! As I've been trying to accomplish for 730 suns and moons! Here in Athasia! Here at my Arena, the only place she'll ever know again! Come! Place your bets! Today you all witness once again! the Steel Tempest! the man cried, spreading his arms, purple and gold silk hanging around his body, overfed, gold chains leading to a thin and well kept beard, and falcon like blue eyes.
Sharife retook his seat, and once again, tried to end his favorite slaves life, for the 70th time. Kylie glared up at the man who kept her prisoner, had given her a new name, had enslaved her 2 years ago, had ripped her from her love and child, and for the 70th time, she pledged not his death, but her own freedom. Kept in chains, sealed by iron, beaten, whipped... how many nights had this man demanded to know the purpose of the ring she wore, that he could not steal from her, that still, thanks to the skills of a talented enchanter, and the interference of a god, could not be removed.... Long, unkempt hair spilled around her shoulders, her skin long having tanned under the sun, and the thunderous applause of the blood crazed drove her onwards back to battle. The Raven Queen would decide their fates, and Kord would smile upon the battle. She was no holy woman by any means, Kylie never had been, but she did not doubt that at least two gods were here this day.
Every night she still spoke to the ring, could still feel Giselle, how she had screamed and wept at the sorrow that had overcome her wife. But eventually that sadness had turned to anger, and then to determination. Kylie still clung to that hope firmly, that her family would come for her, and then reached down to pick up the long length of steel chain she would fight with this day, as 3 men, fully armed, and armored in leather and steel as was the custom in this desert land, strode out to meet their ends at her hands.
Horus watched the killing that unfolded, before the dream was shattered, and wizened hands, calloused with years of holding a blade, and strong from that work, shook the Paladin.
It is Done. Go my child. Go to her, the location of your meeting has finally been revealed to you. Go find her wife, follow the ring, and find your true purpose under our god. Nikolai said, the holy symbol he wore outside his worn homespun robes dangling with dread purpose over Horus. The Paladin nodded, standing slowly, and embracing his mentor for the last time, before packing his things, donning his armor once more, and striding out into the night.
So we're finally leaving then!? the Halfling asked, beaming giddily up at the mass of armor that called itself Horus. Yes Young One, Little Gharisha, Cheshire. I cannot be rid of you, as surely as you wont leave me be. Come, we seek my dreams. Horus answered, picking the Halfling woman up, who scrambled onto his shoulder, light as a breeze, and together they began their journey to intercept the mad dreams of gods and men.
