In his service

The gnarled branches of an ancient oak tore at Igraine's grubby pant leg, the tattered masculine clothes the best cover for a beautiful young woman traveling alone. She had done everything she could to avoid human interaction, and she'd done it well. Too well it seemed, for the screeching pack of imps chasing her through the dank woods was certainly not human. Cursing as stumbles her way through the underbrush, Igraine works desperately not to let fear overtake her, if she gives up before they even catch her then death is certain. Fate, however, was kindly disposed to ignore her unfailing hope and reveal a large canyon just past the forests edge. A moment was given to remorse, cursing fate once more as she picked up speed. The fall was pleasant, or so she had heard. Like having the wind carry you away with its song. Had the imps been given to higher levels of thought, they might have compared the vision of Igraine leaping from the canyon's edge to that of a crane taking flight from a moonlit shore. Graceful, elegant, mysterious.

Imps don't think this way however, and so there thoughts about Igraine ran more along the lines of sex, blood and food. Death was just a formality that had yet to be taken care of. Still they were unwilling to give up their hot blooded prey, swooping in angrily as she hurtled past the rocks to capture her in a large net. Hoisted towards the dark sky by the group, Igraine wept bitterly and huddled in the ropes to await her fate. The moonlit offered little comfort, it only highlighted the slow journey along the canyons edge. Soon they dropped lower, nearing a guttering fire the Imps had built on the river's edge. It was odd the way the dwindling hours of her life seemed to crawl, a part of her wished death was relatively closer then it seemed. The slow descent to the shore gave Igraine even more time to appreciate the true depth of her misfortune. Over half a dozen imps landed in the camp, each of them chattering loudly as they encircled her. The firelight painted their tattered loin cloths and leathery skin in horrid colors, somehow highlighting the growing erections that each of them sported. The largest of the group muscled his way forward, his long dark tongue licking his lips obscenely as he grasped for the netting "Pretty girl can't hide. Pretty girl liks imps, imps bite."

As the Imp gestured lewdly at his loin cloth and advanced on Igraine, a thundering cry filled the twilight scene. Chittering loudly the Imps scurried to their weapons, falling victim to warriors reigning down on the camp. While the Imps surged towards their deaths, the leader turned its eyes upon Igraine and spat its hatred "Silly girl bring Elastrom on us,  silly girl die screaming  for them."  Her  struggles, while deft, were hampered by the clinging netting. His first punch sent her reeling, and teh next had the night slipping into her mind. She didn't feel the next punch, the arrow that had been driven through the Imp's heart had seen to that, but she had already been swallowed by the darkness.


The Clouded City

A warm breeze teased across her bare skin, drawing her the blanket of darkness she had fallen into some hours earlier. A soft voice hummed in the dawning light, a sweet song that reminded Igraine of birds greeting the sunrise. Her jaw ached numbly, and a secondary ache told her that she had twisted something in her run through the woods. The breeze then told her that she was naked under the smooth sheets. Shifting nervously to escape the sheets embrace, she had yet to notice the soft end to the song until the singer stepped into view. Igraine simply gasped at what she beheld. Igraine wouldn't admit it, but she was gorgeous. The long red hair and stormy eyes, the sultry figure and spirited attitude. By all rights she was a  keeper, and also far too bored by the men she found in her village. So she had packed up and moved on, hidden her looks and hoped that she could make it to one of the cities before she ran out of money. The woman who stood proudly nude before her was easily beyond gorgeous, or at least Igraine found herself thinking that as the blush crept up her chest. It was the wings, she thought, the ebon feathers matched her hair, and the deep tan of her skin brought out the crystal blue of her eyes. She watched Igraine with a calm and honest smile before speaking "It seems dawn has drawn you to rise as well. Please be not afraid. Your in my care and no harm will come tonight."

Igraine offered a stiff nod, willing  to trust the winged female over the imps who had been her previous company. "My name is Igraine" she said softly, holding the woman's crystal blue eyes until a smile twitched on the winged female's lips "And mine is Sarla." Offering a measure of hope to Igraine with her simple smile, she let the healer lightly prod her face and jaw before taking the dark jade robe she offered. While Sarla drew on another robe of crimson, Igraine sat quietly at the healer's table nursing a steaming cup of soothing tea. As Sarla settled a plate of fruits before her, Igraine drew a steady breath and asked the first of many questions swirling madly in her mind. "Why did you save me?" Sarla looked at her curiously for a moment before offering her a teasing smile "I didn't save you, a group of our Storm Tamers had been hunting those imps for days. They killed a young member of our tribe and they wanted revenge. You were just there at the right time." Igraine quietly pushed aside the disappointment that had risen at Sarla 's words, so they hadn't meant to save her...it was just dumb luck. With a heafty sigh she looked to Sarla's crystal blue eyes again and offered a weak smile "Are there many Storm Tamer's in your tribe?" Sarla smiled, nodding her head gently and began to tell her stories of their tribe until dawn finally broke. With a yawn Igraine let Sarla tuck her back into the warm bed while the soothing tea carried her back into a gentle sleep.

Sarla's snoring woke her this time, the sun's height giving Igraine a view that night had not offered. A sea of clouds spilled out beyond Sarla's window, the deep blue of the sky alive with other Elastrom dancing across the skies. Their grace and form captivated Igraine again, and she barely noticed time's steady passage as Elastrom after Elastrom flew over the white sea. Following the figures with her eyes, they led her gaze towards the town square and  the growing activity amongst the population. Sarla's approach was silent, her touch soft as it teased Igraine's bare shoulder, sending a strange tingle of energy down her spine. Hoping to distract Sarla from her growing blush, Igraine motioned towards the square and spoke softly "What's going on down there?." Sarla studied the light blush of Igraine's cheeks just long enough to make her sweat before answering "Summer nears and many of our Storm Tamers are returning today, the spring rains do not guide themselves you know." with a wink Sarla studied the square then her patient "Want to go?" Igraine nodded nervously, letting Sarla loan her a flowing summer dress that hugged Igraine's curves well. After dressing herself, the two slipped from the Healer's home and made their way down to the village square. Igraine's fears of being the only non Elastrom at the festival were quickly dashed, mingling amongst the winged tribe members were examples of the more common races. As her curiosity grew, Sarla's gentle hand led her through the crowd. The heady scent of food and joyful music soon had Igraine turning this way and that, hoping to catch sight of everything at once. Soon the two were lost amongst the crowd, the warm spring banishing the last of Igraine's unease.

The festival shifted as night drew near, the joyous music grew and soon many of the visitors were dancing. Igraine and Sarla watched with quiet laughter as the couples swirled, barely noticing the growing attention the pair were getting. It took little time for one of the returning Elastrom to approach Sarla, his strong tanned form easily complimenting hers. Blushing softly, Igraine bid her friend to dance, watching with a smile as the handsome young man drew Sarla out amongst the dancers. She couldn't help but appreciate the simple beauty of the pair, their wings nestled close to their bodies as the music slowed. While Igraine watched happily, another watched her, his form drifting slowly around the crowd before approaching. His scent washed over her as he got close, drawing her attention to the tall Elsith that slipped behind her. Though not blessed with wings as the Elastrom were, his body was equally tanned and well toned. Eyes like chips of amber studied her quietly, making Igraine blush as the heady scent of him kept pushing her thoughts in unwholesome directions. His smile melted her resolve, leaving her a blushing young girl as his honey sweet voice rose "My name is Greyson, and it would be my deepest honor to dance with such a radiant woman." he moved without waiting, taking her hand in his and guiding Igraine to the floor. Sarla winked over her partner's shoulder, offering her approval of Igraine's new friend, forcing Igraine to blush deeper as she was pulled strongly into his embrace. Her hands rested against his bare skin, marvelling at the heat it produced, melting her against him as the slow tempo of the music drew her further into Greyson's seductive mystique.

She moved with his guidance, the music's steady rhythm and his hot flesh impassioning their dance. Igraine was simply helpless in his embrace, her thoughts running over and over the few unimpressive moments she had spent with men in the past. Though she wasn't pure, Igraine had long ago realized that most men simply couldn't accept her. They wanted her because she was beautiful, and then if they happened to get her into bed they were only intent upon themselves. She had no cause to believe Greyson was any different, but where the others would bait and tease, he merely took. He said little, but his eyes spoke volumes about him and his intentions for her. The music's tempo shifted, growing in rhythm and tempo, and soon Igraine found herself being whisked around the other dancers, eyes glowing softly as she held his amber regard. She felt it then, his motivation dawning on her slowly as they moved with the music's flow. He sensed her strength, her passion, he wanted her deeply and would take her with everything he had in him, but only if she was strong enough to accept it. Strong enough to give all of herself to it. The soft change in her eyes was Igraine's answer, and his lips met her own with an intensity that surpised her before sweeping her away in it current. The music and crowd faded as his arms held her tight, as his lips lifted her heart and set it adrift amongst the white sea stretching beyond the town.

The Silent Feather

She barely recalled him pulling her away from the festival, she simply found herself in his arms as they pushed through the door of his home and let it close behind them. Then she was pressed against it, wrists pinned above her head as Greyson's supple lips fed on her own. The passion he ignited in her let her breathless, she found the tease of his fingers down her arms exhilirating. The smooth feel of the dress sliding off her skin sending a shiver up her spine. His clothes vanished as well, and though the light in his home was soft, enough was glimpsed to make her body shake with unmistakable lust. Strong, rough hands slid over her skin, making her moan lightly before she was turned, hands pressing against the front door. Her back arched as his palms filled with her breasts, her legs parting as she felt the length of his sliding smoothly against her skin "Put it in yourself girl" he whispered, making Igraine shudder as she slid her fingers over her pussy, teasing the head of his shaft with her nails before guiding it into her succulent folds. Moaning as the thick head spread her open, Igraine couldnt help but push back on him, slowy driving his cock deep inside her. When his body was locked with her own she began to shiver, head resting against the door as his strong hands held her hips tight, the steady pounding rhythm of his hips driving that wonderful heat further  into her being. Sweat beaded on their flesh as each thrust drove Igraine closer to bliss, her body shaking in his strong hands as he took her womanhood with unrelenting passion. The heat of his flesh pressed against her back as his arms wrapped about her waist, her body sagging into his support as he fed that thick shaft into her sex with slow teasing thrusts. Quivering around his length her lips parted "Gods Greyson, you make my skin burn" her hips rolled, stirring the length of his cock inside her sex as he panted against her body "mmm i want every inch of you" he grunted then, pulling his cock away with a soft whimper from her. Walking back, long thick shaft bouncing lightly he would grin at Igraine and beckon her towards him. She turned, panting and leaning against the wall, feral eyes studying the lithe male swaggering away from her.

Her pussy ached so wonderfully, and still he had more to give her, it drew a low growl from Igraine's lips that brought a smirk to Greyson's. Her luscious figure bounding across the room and leaping upon him, driving his body to the floor. "Can i put it in again?" she said with a wicked smirk, guiding his manhood back into her sex before plunging down upon him with a squeal. Thin fingers slid up his strong chest, nails dragging over his skin as she ground down upon his manhood in a slow figure eight pattern. Those strong hands cupped her breasts, fingers teasing her nipples with quick tweaks that made her slide up and plunge down on his cock each time he did it. The freedom she felt in his arms was an unknown to her, she felt secure in the true depths of her carnal appetites and moaned lustfully as she rode a man she felt could satisfy all of them. Another drag of her nails made his hands tighten, drawing a long groan from her lips as she whispered "Mmm i like it when your rough baby." The wicked grin on his lips drew her closer, her pert nipples playing over his lip before he bit the left and held it captive with his teeth. Moaning softly her hips jerked, her hot pussy clenching hard on his shaft until he released, making her hips rise and fall rapidly as her pleasure grew more intense. Bouncing on his lap, Igraine's pussy clenched at the thick muscle plunging into her, her eyes locked on his as she met his lips and let her climax overwhelm. Her body shook harshly atop his, hips grinding own against him until every inch of his magnificent cock seemed to pulse and burn inside her.

That's when he rolled their bodies, pining her arms above her much as he had when they first entered the house. Wiggling beneath his body she couldn't help but laugh in that sweet way that melts men's heart's. His intense amber eyes pouring lust into her's as the length of him throbbed hotly inside her sex. "Every part of you tempts me to claim you Igraine." he whispered, hands entwined with hers while he moved slowly inside her, listening to the soft purrs of her pleasure. "Then give into it Greyson. Take all that i am, make my life here with you." the honest words that poured from her heart surprised her, but as his lips locked with her's she let the warmth of it spread until she felt alight. Her skin burned with more then just passion, he had ignited something within her that was far deeper and far more potent. Her spirit surged with the power of it, the sudden rush of sensation as she keyed into Greyson like never before. His every movement was ecstasy, his kiss, his touch, it made her body float as she sung his praises to the heavens. "Yes Greyson, Yes. Make me yours" she cried, nails dragging down his spine as his length thrust into her again and again. Long legs curled about his body, the heat of his skin pouring into her flesh until she felt as if she would melt if it all didn't stop soon. And then, when no more words could slip from her lips and the wealth of her heart lay bear beneath Greyson's own she felt their spirits slip into one another and drowned in the ecstasy that surged through her flesh. His hot seed poured into her, his lips teasing her collarbone as their bodies went rigid and liquid lightning poured through their veins.

Panting softly, minutes later, clinging tight as the world slowed it's spinning Igraine and Greyson slipped into bed together, nestled close as they rode the gentle waves of ecstasy deep into peaceful slumber.