As she tried the fruit, the woman swayed, as the fruit influenced her. It healed her... but it was like a strike to a gut, no pleasant. Suddent appearance of Xiara, made the dark elf yelp with fear. She fell on the ground, and crawled away. She took out a knife and pointed it at goddess. "Who are you!?" She all but yelled.
(Yes, you have a few) The woman swayed, unable to move her eyes away from the bard. As he moved his song deeper nad deeper, he could feel that the woman seemed to fall under trance. Her yes became vacant as she concentrated on the song and opened her mouth slightly. She fell to her knees, and the dark god could see juices glistering on her thighs, her nipples errect and her entire attention on the dark god and melody...
{yup - those are the clothes!} The goblin shivered... then he jumped on his feet. "Who the fuck are you!" He all but screamed, still not knowing who he was dealing with. As she took his memories, Sinrah realised that the man was grieving the fall of his city... because with it's degradation, he had less clients, and this meant less money. But he could do nothing to change the situation...
“Unfortunately it seems our time is at an end, at least for today, and I need to leave you soon. We will talk again later, but for now you will be on your own. Do try and stay alive until then – I did not save your life only to watch you get yourself killed, my dear.” As Zimara spoke her hand began more firmly groping Alea's large breast and frequently pinching her nipple. Her other hand thrust two fingers inside the elf's snatch and started fucking her quickly, at the same time using her thumb to tease her clit. “Consider this a small parting gift. Until next time, my dear.” Zimara leaned down and started sucking Alea's other nipple while her fingers sped up. She wanted to make the elf cum and hear her cry out in pleasure before leaving her.
"Just a...wanderer with an unusual taste in places. I take it business isn't doing so well, considering the state your city is in?" she says as she, unimpressed, looks up to the goblin. Edit: "In the midst of chaos, there is also oppertunity. - Making him aware of that should be easy enough...then I only need to profit of his doings." She thinks.
The Snake goddess pursed her lips. It was a bit silly to point that thing at a being such as her, but Xiara supposed her ignorance wasn't surprising. "You may call me Xiara. I am the goddess that saved your life." She moved towards the dark elf. Her large breasts swayed in time with the undulation of her tail. "My name is Xiara. I am a nature goddess. I sensed your need from beyond the veil and gifted you the sustenance to regain your strength." "You should thank me." Xiara reached forward to touch the dark elf face, but she was still getting used to this form and realm; so she slightly misjudged the distance. Instead, her arm stretched unnaturally toward her, then her stretched the last several inches to touch the woman's face gently.
(I wasn't really going for mind control here.) It didn't take much for this woman to get excited at the idea, it seemed. Entertaining enough, but maybe he had slightly hoped the first mortal in a while would have been a bit more of a challenge. Still, if he had her company, who was he to turn her away? Trying to bring her back to focus....but still on himself...he leaned to place a hand on her cheek and cupping it. Eyes locked carefully, he still gave another well honed romantic expression only true mastery of drama could provide. "If only I could have been someone like you. Yet, we were fated to meet from two different worlds. If I can only share my world for a day, then I'll just have to win you over in a day!" The right amount of prose, emphasis, and expression. Unsurprisingly, he was almost more engrossed in his own narcissism about being able to seduce humans than anything, but...she really did have an almost impossible kind of natural beauty to her. It wasn't even a calculated move on his part, but without thinking his face had already went closer to her and their lips pressed together without giving her any time to react or catch up mentally to what was happening. (maybe I’ll jump a bit to be in more pace with other people) She probably didn’t even notice by the time it had happened, but after she had found her way with him, she was left in the middle of witnessing it all. The liveliness and wonder of a sight that not just any mortal usually got to see. The winged creatures taking flight as they danced in the air, and the bard providing the melody as other ones worked to the chorus. But that wasn’t all. The rowdiness. The liveliness of it all. The actual amount of guests seemed rather small, but they all made up for it in cheeriness as they ate and drank. Having taking the side of his special guest as they sat at the table, he noticeably hadn’t left her side all night, even now still keeping a hand resting on her thigh as over the table he poured wine into her glass. “I just wish you were here when all of our friends and family were. This isn’t quite as impressive as I wanted for you. There used to be a time, where there were so many of us, their wings were like a wave of new moonlight. And we had guests from all races here as friends.” He paused for a moment, letting her paint a mental picture for herself, before reaffirming his squeezing along her thigh. “It’s alright. Just means I need to try harder to make you fall for me.”
It was first time she interacted with mortal... but she was a goddess and her essence already flown through the elf's body. The busty woman arched, moaned and squirted as Zimara played on her - nay, as she formed her reactions, as if she moved finger over the snow~ As she disappeared from the material plane, last thing she saw was elf falling on the cart, her face twisted from pleasure... As she waited in immaterium, she realised, that while there was some increase in her power generation - it was barely visible... It seemed that the elf did not belive her... in her... not yet at least...
The goblin scowled, reaching for his knife, only to stop at Sinrah's words. "How do you-" He started, then shook his head, focusing. "No, more importantly, how in the great breeder's swollen tits, did you get here?!" He growled as he got up.
The dark elf's protests died in her mouth. "Thank you." She said shortly, swallowing heavily. It seemed that she was one of those careful ones. "I am grateful, very grateful, make no mistake of this..." She spoke, and Xiara could feel genuine greatfulness in her words. "And trust that I mean it as no offence, but I never heard of Xiara... and I wonder why you showed- hi!" She almost jumped as Xiara's hand stretched and touched her... it was a strong surprise to the elf...
Not yet convinced, I see... that's alright, it would be boring if it was too easy to convince and convert you, my dear Alea... Zimara had waited for a long time – she could wait a little longer in order to convince the elf and make her Zimara's in more ways than one... The dark goddess waited patiently for the next chance to manifest in the material world and speak to her chosen prophet – they had much to talk about... With nothing better to do while she waited she attempted to at least get a glimpse of what the elf was doing, now that she was on her own again.
(It's not mind control... just enthrallment with young maiden's crush! Also, progress as you like - so you could enjoy the roleplay~) The woman shivered as Airleas touched her, a throaty moan escaping her throat. As he moved his face closer to elf's he could see her face blush heavily, becoming almost red. It was no suprise~ after all, as he spent days waiting in this place, often he looked at the most beautiful thing in here... the lake mirror's reflection of himself~ He did not even knew that the small wave's made by the fish could make his reflection move so~ As the small party started, Airleas' personal admires cheered, played, drank and were merry... but as time progressed, the god quickly realised that this display was draining him... it was time to retreat from materium... or he would be ejected from it in most undiginified manner...
It took some effort, but as she blessed Alea, Zimmara created connection between them. The elf was now a beacon, that the goddess could find. The woman seemed to be traveling, on the cart, using the very creature that was used in her... punishment, for pulling cart... At some point, the woman would leave the snowy valley... but not today. She would probably set a camp at night...
Rest well, my dear. Zimara would let the elf rest for tonight. In the morning, if her strength had recovered enough, the goddess would manifest and speak to Alea again. If not she would patiently wait until she had the strength.
"It is unsurprising you have never heard of me. I'm a relative newcomer to this plane...Although my mind has been resting in this glade for centuries. The music of The Evermarch is strongest in this dense jungle and far enough from any civilization that disrupts it. Of course, you would know little of that. Few mortals can hear the music of life." The Snake Goddess approached. Her hand remained on the dark elf's cheek and her arm slowly shrunk to a normal length as the two finally found themselves face to face. "Your panicked rummaging broke me from my stupor and gave me a chance to manifest myself...At least for a short time."
It was embarrassing he'd have to be the one to leave the party first for a change, but he didn't have a choice. The girl...what was her name? Diana or something. She mentioned it once. Regardless, he did have to admit this one...stood out. In a odd way. That is, she had quite the charm and grace to her. She could shine brightly in her own way. It would be a waste to just make her another pixie. And gods did have rules to being a good host, after all. Wordlessly, he had began to squeeze her hand. He didn't have to act. The sadness was clear that it came time he'd have to say it. "I must be leaving. It's only been a night...but we will meet again. I have faith." He faced away. He didn't have to look to know she was already smitten. "I...don't know if it's really true. But....there's a myth that recreating the beauty of this place will spread it to others. Maybe...it's worth a try? Even if there's only a one in a thousand chance, I'd give-no." He planted the suggestion well enough. Now he did his best resolved look as he faced her again. It didn't take much. He had this chance and the desperation to use it was at least genuine. "It's...not nearly enough to thank you for seeing something so beautiful if even only for a moment. But...my blessing. Would you please take it? My skills with yours. Even if I couldn't see you...when you create, it will be our art that we made together. Yes. That idea...makes me happy." He pulled her in close one last time, a little reluctant to have to leave the only mortal he's seen in how long, but that might just be about to change. With a final parting kiss, this one was different. The breath of heat rising, yet not painfully. A surge of passion and emotion all into her body at once, but soon he broke away. "The world's in pain. It needs a place like this. I guess that dream is a little absurd...I just wish I could have held onto it for a little longer." He could start to feel the pull. He didn't have too much longer at this rate, but he had to finish with a climax. "As much as I know you should just forget about me....just...as selfish as it is, don't forget about we shared. Please?" With that final line, that after saying it, he internally made a face, wondering if that was really a good enough line to go out on, but there wasn't time to argue as he had to make his retreat and leave the woman to her own doing. There was still no guarantee just yet....but she just might be able to do it.
@Tjf Darkness... silence... stillness... Vailar the deciver, might've been overjoyed when he found the crack to materium - finally he would escape the emptiness of the void and feast on the souls of mortals... Only for him to discover, that the crack to reality was somewhere underground in closed cave. So, Vailar discovered that his window to materium was locked. There was no one, nothing moving here. Moss was the highest developed creature in this cave... So he waited. And waited. He continued waiting - time, was immaterial. She was eternal... the problem was there was a little chance... no, no chance at all, for someone to show here... ... Vailar steared... someone was calling, giving her another anchor in reality! Another point! It was not her who was summoned, but rather her concept~ How curious... She moved, from the cave, to anchor... She immediately realised, that she was in domain of another goddess... still unnoticed, but if she acted brazenly, the local diety could discover her... She looked around - this were underground of light goddess temple... the darkness was lighted up by single candle. Kneelig in front of her, was a woman... her body was of nice proportions, but her head was hidden in the hood of her... robe. Only few red hair were visible. Her face was covered by the shadows, showing only outline of her chin... Silent prayer escaped her mouth, as she spoke words... She was the one invoking the concept of dieciever... someone who, Vailar felt, was somehow connected to the goddess of this temple!
Zimmara waited, observing watching... she was still to weak to push her domain into materium. But... now she had an anchor... moving anchor... and maybe, just maybe, a prohetess~ Unfortunetly, she could not observe for long - her connection to materium was fragile and taxing. She witnessed part of travel, elf setting a camp, sleeping... And then, there was morning - the sun started raising, throwing light on sleeping elf's face.
As she continued moving, speaking, swaying~ the dark elf was shivering. The unnatural presence was obviously influencing her somehow... "I..." she swallowed. "I apologise for my intrusion... I will make myself scares, and not disturb you anymore, goddess..." the woman said, as she took a step back...
As he planted the kiss, with his blessing, Diana arched, her body shaking from pleasure - she all but fell on the ground, her body in orgasmic bliss, but still, every word he said, imprinted into her very soul~ And then... he left. As her retreated bac to void, waiting, regenerating, he could feel devotion of his newest follower. He could feel her traveling though the forest... he could return to her... or wait until she reached the city... she was his anchor. Her very presence allowed him to enter the materium around her area... Or maybe he should wait until she created art~ He had options now... many, options, instead just waiting~
