Re: The Angel Angle (Tassadar) GMed by thetwo
Nadia couldn't quite fully hide the disappointment that briefly swept over her features, but they quickly turned to stony and calm again through an intense effort of will. It wouldn't prevent her from her stretching, and though she caught on to what he'd mentioned she would keep her tongue still and simply give him a nod goodbye. While she was curious as to what battle he intended to wage, she knew all too well that tempting her to curiosity would tempt her towards intervention, and that was something that she could not do. Protecting the healers and escorting them South into Badaria was already something of a stretch; guarding them against the invaders so that they could continue their good works was certainly one thing, but according to the angelic courts the good of Donevrion included the orcs as much as the other mortal races.
Her people refused to enter any sort of mortal conflict as staunchly as the other faerie courts, and while she sometimes blanched at the rules Nadia could find no fault in the logic behind them. There were many among her kin who questioned the right of mortals to continue using sorcery at all, especially given how often the irresponsible use of it in human hands led to the very threats that so many of her kind lost their lives to protect Donevrion from. The orcish way of destroying lore relating to the study of magic and banning its practice offered a fairly convenient way to see that goal become a reality without dirtying their own hands. Some others even disagreed on the notion that the mortal races deserved to continue to self determinate, though that at least was mired in how impossible it would be to control so many from a realistic standpoint... At least without grossly violating the very purpose for which they had been created. Individual disagreement on racial biases mired how they ought to intervene as well; some favored one race or another based upon personal experience or even their own ancestry, and only in unity could they ever hope to make such a bold strategy. And so they were to keep out of the mortal war, as they always had, lest they devolve into civil war in turn.
That didn't always make it easy to watch the horrors of such conflicts play out, however, and while it had been a stretch to make it happen Nadia didn't regret her decision to escort Sarah and the other healers away from the Crolian war. Besides, being among them made it all but impossible to vilify the greenskinned mortals, even without the fact that her libido was raging uncontrollably at the moment. She passed the group of orcs that their leader had been waiting to meet with after strapping her swords back on, no doubt to discuss strategy of sorts. They paid her little heed as she passed, and she returned the favor after a fashion, her mind playing out what their reaction might be if they had been having their tactical discussion while she was at work on their chieftain's manhood.
Fortunately for how horny she was, they weren't the only orcs in the expansive encampment, and she hadn't made it a dozen steps before she passed a soul brave enough to whistle appreciatively at her as she passed. That still managed to surprise her, to a degree, but then she smirked at him as she passed. By the time she'd gotten her second catcall she was walking with a deliberate sway to her step, rocking her hips from side to side to emphasize her generous lower assets and send her breasts jiggling lightly. Every cheer and whistle and suggestive remark gave her a boost both to her libido and to her ego, the sexual frenzy into which she had fallen earlier threatening to return. She waited for one of them to reach out to her in a more physical sense, even slowed her step and lingered longer than she needed to when those who seemed intent to sample with their hands what they were enjoying with their eyes. Always they were called back by their companions, however, and she contented herself with their vocal appreciation as best she could while continuing through the camp.
At one point one had to be physically restrained from coming towards her by his fellows, and there she actually paused to watch, seeing if the man would make it through as she adopted an apprehensive look. Oh how she would reward him if he won his way to her, her all too active libido providing vivid imaginations of how she would drop to her knees and offer quite vigorous admiration for his victory... Or let him take his reward in any position or manner that he desired. Bent over against the nearest solid surface, on all fours with her face to the ground, riding him, on her back with her legs pressed to her shoulders or wrapped around his waist, even simply picked up and bounced upon him while fully suspended... It wasn't long before she was adding the vigorous orc's companions to the mix, taking their enjoyment from her every hole in ways she hadn't experienced since her time in demonic captivity.
Her imagination brought her to memory, to her time in Artmirst and the efforts of a lesser demon lord to break her will. She had been bound, her ankles tied behind her head in an uncomfortable display of flexibility that might have helped her resist the physical abuse better if she hadn't been drugged into a state of overwhelming arousal. She had been put up for use by any demon that happened by, and she hadn't been able to keep counting of the number of different creatures that had taken advantage of her helplessness after the first hour. Goblins, tentacled horrors, stalkers, full demons, the half-blood spawn of mortal slaves, and even mutated humans had all enjoyed their every perverse whim, or at least all that they could enact with her bound in such a manner. The idea that she might submit to something similar on purpose, even under the illusion of it being fully under her own terms, would have horrified her were she in a saner frame of mind... But right now she wasn't, and as she finished the journey from observation through fantasy and memory before coming finally back to reality Nadia found herself wondering how many takers she would get.
Fortunately, at least in the long run, the orc's companions kept him restraint, and after a few moments she traveled on. It wasn't much longer before she reached the edge of the encampment where she found the captured hunters. Some of them had been wounded, and the guards were somewhat difficult at first, but once she'd secured their release a moment of careful observation allowed her to be sure that they were all capable of traveling. Giving a curt thanks to the guard captain, she turned finally to them and planted her fists onto her hips.
"Alright... It's time to go," she announced, hoping that they could understand her as most hunters seemed to. "You will all walk in front of me, fully visible, until we get back to the rest of your group. Your wounds will be seen to... And you will NOT make me do something like this again. Nor will any of your kindred, but I will get to that when we have returned. Now, lets go!" Assuming the hunters didn't try to raise a fuss over her conditions, she would push them on back towards the hunter camp, though on the way she would hope to come across a stream. A place to wash up would hopefully help her calm down... Especially if the water was cold.
