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Post by Ashforge on Jun 19, 2009 20:24:23 GMT -5
“Oh, then I must not keep a lady waiting.” It must’ve been what Elizabeth was before she became a guardian, as it reflected her earlier tone in a mocking sort of way. There was a way her lips twisted in a darker sort of way as she finished it, and she had turned in the crowds to return back to where she had found Eilantha in the first place. Her pace said there was no rush.
But, Elizabeth was tall, and her strides were long and sure making her go farther faster. She took a step into the temple hallways and began walking down thoughtlessly. She figured that the bedroom of this vixen who was playing all too well with her desire to be satisfied, would be somewhere in this direction since she was coming opposite ways to go to the market. Which left Elizabeth wondering slightly what in the good earth did the girl forget to buy when her desires switched to Elizabeth?
“Tell me where to turn and it will be quicker,” Elizabeth said after sometime, the enlightened sound somewhat returning to her voice, “Ah, my voice is embarrassing. It keeps changing to when I was naught but a vengeance seeking knave. You must forgive me, it happens when I get excited.”
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Post by Courtney on Jun 19, 2009 20:32:01 GMT -5
A smile curled on bemused, luscious lips as Eilantha observed Eli and her ways. The question caught her slightly unaware. There would be no turning for Elizabeth, for directly in front of them lay a gold-gilded door with a serpent shape carved into the bottom of it.
"The serpents den awaits,"
She waved at the door and it slid open. Not magic, just motion detection from the serpent in the corner which had twisted it's form to a different figure. With a wave Eilantha motioned that Eli should enter the strange corridor that led into her main quarters. Her rooms had originally belong to the great Sub Guardian, Elitha, Eilantha's grandmother. But having passed away Eilantha was blessed by the Dark Mother and given the room in compensation for the loss.
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Post by Ashforge on Jun 19, 2009 20:41:00 GMT -5
Elizabeth’s face turned dumbfounded staring at the door. Well—that was just cool. Cooler than me, Elizabeth grumbled inwardly, having a rather high opinion of herself. She took a step in and set Eilantha down from her shoulder, though she would’ve rolled the shoulder a little, a bit of masculine pride prevented her from making the slightest notion that Eilantha was heavy. She wasn’t, but if you carry something on your shoulder for awhile, it grew tiresome.
“Ah, let’s see, how did this process go again…?” Elizabeth thought aloud putting a finger to the side of her chin thoughtfully. It was an expression that didn’t last long as her hands went to hold each side of the priestess’ face. The cool gauntlets must’ve felt nice on her face; after all, she had been blushing rather profusely for awhile now.
“Ah, right, I remember now.” Elizabeth leaned inwards, first for a simple kiss. There wasn’t much time to savor it, as she drew back quickly and smiled again. “Innocent foreplay was first.” She mumbled and went back, a bit forceful now as she found herself content not just upon Eilantha’s lips but her chin and jaw line. A few were laced with hot miniature licks that followed each kiss.
“Hahaha, you taste nice,” Elizabeth chuckled into her neck, finally reaching there.
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Post by Courtney on Jun 19, 2009 21:04:58 GMT -5
Eilantha gasped at her suddenness. It was uncommon for someone to make her surprised, but Eli had done just that. Eli had stepped into Eilantha's world.
With a sudden passion burning through her body, she reached the short distance to Eli's hair and grabbed it, not harshly but firm enough to bring her to face level.
"Hello,"
The word was the one thing that made Eilantha decided her next movement. With force born only from uncontrolled hunger, she drew Eilzabeth's mouth to hers. Her eyes glittered playfully as she began to move her mouth over Eli's, her tongue acting like a sword, attempting to open the other females mouth.
Her hands began to drift. First down Eli's neck, feeling the line where her spine started. Then she drifted lower, massaging the fine curve of the lower back. She smiled in her mind as her hand found the bottom of the woman and she settled her hand just above it, massaging the area lightly.
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Post by Ashforge on Jun 19, 2009 23:48:17 GMT -5
Admittedly, it was a bit of Eli that kept that mouth closed. It was a bit of a certain person who refused to be domineered. But, Elizabeth found it kind of sexy in the inexperienced way that Eilantha fought at her. She writhed about, moving her hands down Elizabeth's back, finding a very nice spot at the small of it. Yes, that's exactly where they went. Elizabeth found herself tired of feeling nothing, removing the gauntlets from her hands and began to feel again.
She moved her now bare hands against the shape of Eilantha's waist, and about her hips. Anyone with a thought of sensation could feel the large and all too puffy scars that traced about Elizabeth's hands, but they were almost kind to the sensuality of the moment, like fleshy massage therapy. It was fine as it was, even for Elizabeth who lacked most sensation in her hands. She could still feel it, albeit details were left out. It was nice to feel.
Her fingers traced along Eilantha's stomach and to the underside of her breasts. This was the point where the foreplay got a bit...risque. Her fingers spread out, teasing just the undersides before working their way up, being ever so careful to avoid the nipple. After all, that was a pleasure factory all in it's own, and Elizabeth didn't want to go quite that far yet.
Finally, in a gesture of kindness, Elizabeth accepted Eilantha's tongue. That was part of phase two after all, along with the groping and the teasing.
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Post by Courtney on Jun 20, 2009 3:37:40 GMT -5
Eilantha allowed the hunger to consume her as she began a dance with Eli's tongue. She ran her own over the slightly-rough surface enjoying the taste of the woman.
She almost, but refrained from, gasping as Eli's hands began to drift over different areas of her body. She could feel the strange scaring upon the female, but felt no disgust at it. As Eli's hand had made it's way up towards her breast, she could feel herself becoming flustered. Heaven help her if this woman pleasured her anymore, Ni-Terat might have to step in to stop Eilantha from exploding into a fit of passion, well anymore passion then she was already allowing to seep out.
She began to run her hand over the soft material that covered Elizabeth's armour. Finding a place where she could undo it, show slowly did. She'd have to get that armour of somehow soon, too.
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Post by Ashforge on Jun 20, 2009 13:15:45 GMT -5
Elizabeth savored the taste awhile longer, and she enjoyed feeling and groping for some time as well. In that time, Elizabeth had unconsciously pressing a knee against Eilantha's private most quarters. There she began moving it in slow circular patterns and she broke off from the kiss finally a little breathless.
"I'll take care of it," She replied quickly, removing the sword from her back and the upper body armor. She set them neatly aside since they were heavy and just tossing them like her body wanted to, as to be rid of them quicker, was not a good idea. She quickly removed the armored skirt, and the thigh guards. The shin guards were far too down low to get too, as well as the greaves she wore. But, more or less, she was just down to a pair of white trousers and a white shirt that were immaculately clean.
She placed hands upon Eilantha's hips, keeping her steady upon her knee. But she looked expectantly at the black robes and she tugged slightly at a spot which looked like it gave way to removal. Elizabeth always hated those robes, they were hard to move in and hard to get out of. A 'tsk' escaped her lips as she put her hands back upon Eilantha's hips then slid up to her waist.
"Get rid of this and lie down."
It wasn't a question or a request. It was simply a demand.
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Post by Courtney on Jun 24, 2009 4:04:04 GMT -5
Eilantha growled slightly at the demand, less then welcome to commands. Yet, as was uncommon to her she did as told. It was a little known fact that below the silken material was only a lower under garment. So, with a simple twist of fabric that surrounded her neck the garment slid from her shoulders, the sound of sliding silk delicious as it reached her ears. She'd not wait for Eli to remove the one piece of underclothing, she reached down and seemed to simply step from the undergarment. There she stood naked in the pale light, her form beautiful. From her facial features, down her well formed breasts, past her flat stomach, past her clean shaving genitalia and to the tips of her feet. She was simply divine.
Remembering the second commandment she took a slight step away from the Guardian and almost as if she floated, flipped herself from where she stood into a position on the bed with her knees up to her chest, her hands wound loosely around them and a mischievous smirk on her lips.
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Post by Ashforge on Jun 24, 2009 11:41:32 GMT -5
Elizabeth smiled.
Something about this was very...nostalgic. Something about that made an itch behind her ears and at her hands. There wasn't much thought to it as a rush of aggression involved Elizabeth removing the remainder of her clothing. Something could be said about it, what could be seen beyond the body being covered by bandages was fine enough but the majority of her body was covered by them. It seemed that such a thing frustrated her as she managed to rip them from her as well, along with what covered her eye.
Elizabeth was truly a ruined woman. It was clear she could've been beautiful, but each small patch of smooth skin about careful curves was wrought with long heavy scars. Puffy stitches lined up places around her stomach, and a long, almost elegant, scar went down over her eye leaving it partially open with a gray blue blob that saw nothing. She had sort of an irregular breathing, situationally, it didn't seem correct.
"Ahaha..." Elizabeth took a few steps closer to Eilantha, "what're you...hiding for?"
Her hand clasped down upon Eilantha's neck in a rough way, and she kept it there as she swung herself above Eilantha and brought her other hand onto it. The grip was literally strangling, her thumbs pressing onto the windpipe with absolute certainty. It was a fact that this person was not the same as the one only moments before.
"Ever tried not breathing?" Elizabeth's head dipped down, leaving biting kisses along Eilantha's chest. "I think you'd look good with blue lips."
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Post by Courtney on Jun 25, 2009 2:45:20 GMT -5
Eilantha's mind went temporarily blank as her throat was grasped. The one thing she'd never been able to handle was attempted strangulation. Of course nobody could truly kill her by such means, not with Ni-Terat sitting on her shoulder, metaphorically speaking. And so as Elizabeth's thumbs pressed to her neck she stopped her breathing. Simple stopped. The 'kisses' as they could only loosely be called were painful, and one or two of them had broken the skin, leaving a slight trail of blood along her chest. Then suddenly Eilantha too was not herself. She was Iriel, though her and Iriel being one and the same, Iriel was her divine side, the side governed by the goddess herself. "Fool," The words were not loud, they held no command, but they were strong. If the words had been light it would have been a pulsating, powerful white light. Green eyes had turned black and red hair had slivers of black running through it. She looked truly demonic; something akin the the Mother's true form. "You think to hurt me?" Her chest had not moved for several moments, such a span would normally mean a person was dead, but Iriel's skin was still warm, her lips still perfectly coloured. "I think you should contemplate that decision," And with those harsh, grating words she brought both of her hands down in a sharp motion towards Elizabeth's ribs.
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Post by Ashforge on Jun 25, 2009 11:59:31 GMT -5
Elizabeth had removed her hands long before anything odd began to happen to Eilantha. And though nothing could particularly be seen on her face, there was a clearly visible struggle going on. But there was something far wrong with this situation, and everyone inside of Elizabeth knew it.
Then hands that Elizabeth could've blocked plowed into her ribs. And the woman toppled over onto the ground.
Elizabeth had heard of this sort of thing. She experienced part of it herself, although her's delved into reasons of mental corrections and not divine outlets. And now was the time to choose words very carefully, but the guardian was not listening and Eli was not allowed to speak. So Elizabeth, the person who represented all mundane things, had to speak.
I warned you that I was not a person you wished to bring to your bedroom.
Such an excuse, though truth, was not something honorable to say. Elizabeth had a sense of honor from being such an honest person for so long. And now, she was back in a place she'd hope she'd never return to. Elizabeth took a slender dagger from one of her greaves and set it down between the two of them.
"My actions are inexcusable," Elizabeth placed her palms flat on the ground around them and properly lowered her head, "I have caused harm unto you under the guise of sexual desire. I am known for such things out of this country, and I had hoped I had moved past it. However, it seems, I have not. I leave the choice of my punishment up to you, be it maiming or death or whatever you choose."
In retrospect, all but what ruined her eye seemed to be self made scars.
"I most humbly apologize for all of this."
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Post by Courtney on Jun 25, 2009 17:01:40 GMT -5
Wether it was Iriel's pity or Eilantha's pity that shone in those now semi-black eyes, it was hard to tell. She'd pulled her hands away swiftly after they had made contact, and now those blazing orbs of tainted emerald watched as a blade was placed before her and words of expected punishment spoken. "Fool," The words this time were not so harsh, not so grating. If anything they were more polite, a sadness uncommon to be heard on the lips of Iriel shining through. For a moment the Goddess possessed woman lowered her head in though, and then wretched it back up again as she made a decision. "Elizabeth Ashforge, you have brought shame upon my house, the house of the Dark Mother, Ni-Terat, by her laws, the only punishment is death, but I am her incarnation and I allow you free pass, what you do now is an honourable thing, only slightly scarred by what you had done previously, so I give you your leave, if you wish it, or you can live in relative safety in your own chambers in this temple," The words had become more like Eilantha's soft voice, dancing over each syllable as she spoke. It seemed that Elizabeth truly did have divine favour.
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Post by Ashforge on Jun 25, 2009 20:00:50 GMT -5
A cool sweat broke out on Elizabeth's forehead. What she was feeling was relief mixed with frustration. It had always been her duty to remember something like this. To remember shame that was brought upon the others around her and to what she brought upon herself. Elizabeth also considered herself a plague on the world, and death would've been the removal of a cancerous bulge that was steadily bringing a steady blackness to the world.
But Elizabeth was always afraid of dying, so to be able to get away with a task that would be punishabe by death it was one of the greatest reliefs that could be felt. She felt divine grace upon her at times, possibly her savior keeping her alive for some reason he wished not to divulge with her. This gave her promise of a self punishment of one hundred cuts, for disgracing his name once again with such behavior.
In silence, Elizabeth redressed and put the armor back on. The knife found it's way back into her greave and she tied a few torn bandages about her eye again for good measure.
"I wish no more trouble upon you," Elizabeth replied in a light voice, feeling safe within the guise of her white clothes and armor, "I have places I am to be, prayers and punishments meant to carry out for this disgrace. But--ah," Elizabeth smiled a little scratching behind her ear, "I really do think you're beautiful. It's just, hmmm..."
Elizabeth rubbed her chin,
"When I was younger, I was an awful person. Perhaps this moved so fast it was reminding me of my youth. It would be a great honor if we formed a relationship that did not so quickly lead to sex. If it would please you, I would like to be your friend."
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Post by Courtney on Jun 26, 2009 1:01:52 GMT -5
Eilantha's fiery locks had returned, but her eyes remained tainted. A simple reminder that the goddess was still here. It was in this moment that she heard a goldy conversation. Ni-Terat talking to Banur.
"Fool, you'll make her cause herself harm when I could remove all previous sins in the form of removing her scars?" The words were the grating sound that had only previously came from Eilantha's mouth.
Eilantha looked to Elizabeth, her still tainted eyes wide. Ni-Terat seemed impatient to have Banur reply, and so within the head of the priestess was a slight thumping. In her minds eye she envisioned the goddess pacing. "I do believe your god has an appointment," Those were rasping words, and Eilantha felt the goddess temporarily take over. Then she was herself again. "A friendship would be a fine thing," Those words, however, were singsong.
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Post by Ashforge on Jun 26, 2009 1:35:49 GMT -5
"The scars that mark that child is a sign of her dedication. Something visible, a reminder. She fears that if she cannot see what she has committed, she will commit it again and again. I let her peace to such punishment, as long as it corrects her ways."
Banur, in the form of Elizabeth whose hair had faded into a white color along with her gray faded eye, seemed...oddly nonchalant about it. Perhaps the god was a bit fond of the dedication Elizabeth displayed, and to the extremes she was willing to take it.
"With what has happened in her past, I believe pain is a good reminder of what she must do to be the type of person she wishes to be."
Then, he left her. But Elizabeth still radiated with what was her own feelings. Perhaps she was a bit too happy at the time, but it felt good to be in unity with someone you deeply respect. She sighed, putting a hand to her chest, still glowing with an unhindered joy. But, being not afraid to show happiness or expressing emotion, that was Elizabeth's charm.
"Oh yes, I agree," Elizabeth's voice was lighter than even before, "I do apologize for starting off on such a bad note. I meant not for it to go like that."
After a moment or two, Elizabeth laughed.
"It's quite bold to say this but I hope that one day we can continue what we started. Without any mishaps."
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