As Zimara suddenly appeared, the people on the bed started screaming into their gags, and Alea jumped - "Gha!" She exclaimed. Grabbing her heart. "Fuck!" She cursed... then cursed more. "Why in hell did you do that!?" She shook her head. She made to move around Zimara. "It's not theft, if you steal from thiefs..." She said dismissively, completely ignoring Zimara's comment.
Zimara's hand shot forth and grabbed Alea's arm, then roughly shoved the elf down to the floor. “You forget your place, my dear.” She said coldly as she narrowed her eyes at the former noblewoman. “As I have already shown you, what I have given I can take back. And since I already found other followers I no longer need you. So choose your next words carefully, or I will personally bring you to the guards and let them question you!” She warned, her tone cold and serious.
"Hey!" Alea exclaimed as she hit the ground. She actually balked, at Zimara's words. "Why do you actually care? You never said anything about teft, murder or rape?" She got up. "Besides, it's as I told you, for my purpose, I need gold - and what better way, then steal from the thieves?"
Well that was curious, she certainly didn't quite expect Nebe to pull through with more worshipers so soon. A slight excitement welled within her at the prospect of becoming even slightly more powerful after all this time. She would have to go see what progress the dark elf made. Perhaps introduce herself to the new people under her fold. She peered closer curiously to find a good time and place to manifest herself once again.
Curious, Xiara moved to the mortal's realm, staying invisible. As she looked around, she found Nebe walking through the forest, a clock dropped around her shoulders, bow in her hands... behind her walked a group of dark elves - all female. They were wearing rags, loinclothes, tore clothes, some were naked. Some looked like they were beaten, some were carrying weapons. Among those, some were her followers... but most, wasn't.
Well, it was...A start, she supposed. At first, she thought the consistency of all female dark elves was a little odd, but she still made an internal note to remind Nebe that men could be capable as well in the future. However, that was a problem for another time. For now, she wanted to reveal herself and get an update from Nebe. She chose a clearning not far ahead of them and waited for their arrival. This time, she would go a little more grandiose in her appearance. Her hair would be moderately sized snake tails instead of thin strands, her height would be closer to 10-12 feet, and more of her body would be covered with scales. Once, the party came into view, she began the process of physically manifesting herself. Like before, she trees creaked and shied away from her and the wind swirled from the movement as she slowly became corporeal. "well, well, well, Nebe. Perhaps it is time for you to fill me in on what has been happening and introduce me to your new friends."
“It's less what you do and more how you do it that I care about. Though I do not approve of murder and rape, simply because they make it harder to gain new followers. But if you had seduced those two and used that as a way to get close and rob them, I would be a lot more content with your actions.” Zimara explained. “Now, let's try again. Tell me what you are doing and why. Then tell me what you know about these two supposed thieves.” She demanded as she pointed at the tied up couple, but did not move to help them. (Power went out and I lost my original post, so had to rewrite.)
As she appeared, some the dark elves were on the edge. "Monster!" One of younger ones screamed, terrified. An arrow passed a half a meter from her head. The young elf shakely notched another arrow. "Stand down!" Nebe's voice made the youngling freeze under the sharp gaze of the goddess. The prophethess, slowly turned to face the goddess. "That was a tad... too dramatic entrance." She said slowly.
{Ah, sorry to hear that - that sucks} Alea frowned. "That... how..." She shook her head. "Are you all about sex? I can seduce them now, if you are so keen on that... enough of a handjob and eddiging will make them surely compliant~" She said with a chuckle. "Besides, if I did it your way, the effect would be the same, just they would suspect who I was. - and that's a big no-no for me." She shook her head. "What is it to tell? I know this two merchants supported my enemies. They arranged the supplies that were supposed to be used by us, to be misplaced and stored in a warehouse, just when we desperately needed them."
“I am about whatever gives me more power – and it so happens that sex by my followers is one such thing.” Zimara replied as she looked at Alea, then her gaze moved to the tied up couple. “Are they, now? I'd like to hear their side of the story...” She moved to the bed and touched both of the people there, letting them feel the cold of her body. “I am Zimara, Goddess of Winter. Your lives are in my hands now. Anger me and you will find out what it feels like to freeze to death. That's a promise, not a threat.” She informed them in a cold voice and sent a brief cold wave through their bodies, then waited a few moments for them to fully comprehend what she had said and done. Then the goddess removed the gags, but not the blindfolds. “Your names?” She demanded to know.
"Too dramatic? For a goddess? Nonsense! It isn't like your little needle shooters could hurt me anyway..." Xiara scoffed. "Regardless, tell me how things fare."
(That might help. I'll try to go deep into the next one though) The moment of passion was a blur. Intense, and while fast, not at all rushed. It was with the skills that he could only have learned over the course of generations of exactly where to touch, exactly what rhythm to take, that he made his move with almost blinding energy and skill, until the mortal woman was left panting, exhausted, and thoroughly satsified.
It becomes too reliant upon us. Comfort it first. "Tai, we will still be with you." Guilog smiles warmly. "Our awareness stretches far beyond our body. If you have need of us, we shall answer." She attempts to allay the human's fear. Now explain why it must be strong, without mentioning our nature. "But our servants must also be self-reliant--able to act of their own volition. Tai cannot be wholly dependent on us, not if you wish to be our foremost." Give it hope. A promise for it's near future. "We must address the souls lingering here, and we will prepare to strengthen your soul and its tie to us. Now, prepare yourself for the journey." Guilog serenely instructs the boy.
The two shivered, from fear and display of power. As she removed the gags, the two introduced themselves. "Lyra!" The woman called out, fear clear in her voice. "Kit!" The man soon followed with introduction.
"Oh?" The woman raised an eyebrow. "So you wouldn't mind being shoot at?" She wondered with coy smile. Then she became serious as she looked at her group. "I short, I came upon some slavers that were transporting some of dark elves to the markets." She paused. "The slavers are no more, and the dark elves decided to join me." She said briefly, not one to waste time.
It took a couple of moments, the mortal had no skill or right to resist the advances of dark god. She came, just as she desired, then again and again. One thing that was in the dark poet's nature, was to leave an impression. And he made sure to leave one~ Diana hung on his shoulder, her body relaxed, still twitching from pleasure, her mouth opened, her eyes rolled back. She was knocked out by the share awe of the dark one's skill~
"B-but how will I make it alone?" He managed through his tears. But as she finished speaking, the boy nodded his head. "Okay." With quiet acknowledgement he made his way to one of the buildings, leaving the dark goddess alone....
It had been a while since he really engaged in this kind of activity with mortals. A little vanilla for his tastes. He had already discovered and invented just about every possible position that could be done with a human body. For people who wanted to criticize his discoveries so badly, it sure didn't seem to stop much of humanity from using them. To truly stimulate him....he needed something more. But....having someone eager to please, wasn't the worst thing. He was pretty sure, that given enough time, she would just let him do whatever he wanted to her. As he began to redress with the idea in mind, he did however, conclude it seemed his stay here was much more stable than it was before. "I was hoping to wait....but you're just too dangerous to have near. Still, I'm saving my best work for after you become my queen. I want our night to be special. But..." Airleas strategically slanted his eyebrows just slightly, pouting his lips and lowering his gaze. "Is it just the concept of this form you really care about? If I took any different kind of appearance would you really think the same?" It had been a while since he had done a proper shift into his other primary form, but partly as a test and partly of increasing boredom, he made a quick gesture of throwing his cloak over himself, only to pull it back as what stood in the young man's place was an older woman, pale skin, with a much more serious expression. Her hair was extremely long reaching entirely along the length of her back, yet, perfect, in luster, and without a trace of any kind of tangling. The queen form was what the bardic deity considered the "serious face" and for good reason. Her gaze was much more cold and otherwordly than the bard form was. "Do you care anything for the entirety of my being or just a mere singular perception of it?"
As the dark diety inquired, Diana failed to answer, as she was still unconscious... then, she felt that the time spend in this realm was quickly coming to an end... her power could not sustain here much longer...
“Good. Now let's hear your side of the story – and it better be convincing. What's this about misplaced supplies and helping a country's enemies?” Zimara demanded to know. “You start first.” She added, looking at Lyra – she did not want them to start talking over each other in a panic.
