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Realities of War	By : Dagian Category: +G through L > Lineage 2 Views: 467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Arianne watched him closely, evaluating her chances. They weren’t good and unfortunately for her, they both knew it. Aundrin stepped closer, “Come quietly, and you won’t get hurt.”
As Arianne debated his offer, Aundrin swiftly stepped forward, taking advantage of her distraction and snatched her dagger away from her, tossing it harmlessly into the center of the room he’d found her in. “You won’t need that.” He stated, stepping closer to her and with a swift motion, pinned both her wrists in one of his and pulled an escape scroll that would take them directly to the castle. He decided that he would question her first before handing her over to their clan lord. If she had no valuable information, he would see about simply releasing her instead. He’d come across her by chance, not because he was searching for her.
Considering how meager her supplies were and her awful choice for a dagger, there wasn’t much hope she had much in the way of useful information anyway. Breaking the seal on the scroll, they were whisked away to the castle, landing in his personal rooms. He led her over to a chair and pushed her onto it and then using a piece of enchanted rope tied her securely. Arianne was surprised she wasn’t in the dungeons and her wide eyed, curious gaze around the room said as much, even though she remained silent. “I prefer to question you myself.” He answered her unasked question. “Getting the dungeon master’s involved is generally a waste of time and resources. Tell me what I wish to know, don’t fight me, and you will be released unharmed and our clan lord none the wiser. Understand?”
Arianne didn’t see where she had much choice and simply nodded her head. For hours she answered his questions. Unfortunately for him, his earlier assessment was proven true. She truly didn’t know much in the way of valuable information. She’d joined the clan and held true to it’s ideals, but she wasn’t included in anything of real importance. Probably because she was so thoroughly lacking when it came to gear, and she wasn’t all that skilled when it came to subterfuge when under interrogation. If this could even be called that. He was simply asking her questions and, though she was trying to be cautious about her answers, she just couldn’t help herself and ended up answering him anyway. This was probably the easiest interrogation he’d ever undertaken. In truth, he sort of pitied her.
Hours later, he had food brought to them and released her hands so that she could eat. An idea turned in his mind. “Join us. I can teach you to fight and raise your skill level higher than what it currently is.” He surprised himself with his suggestion, but it was out there now. He didn’t understand, but he did not want to send her back out so poorly prepared for the world.
Arianne choked on her meal. “Excuse me?” Aundrin simply stared at her, perfectly aware she’d heard him fine. “What about my clan...” He cut her off. “Your clan has left you woefully unprepared. I could have killed you in that catacomb. It is giving you nothing. We can give you everything you need and more.” Arianne thought over everything and couldn’t shake the feeling that he was making sense. She had tried several times to step up in all ways in her clan, but they’d refused her. But dark elves were known to be deceitful. However, she didn’t get that sense from him. “Can I think on it?” She finally responded. “You have two days.” He replied. “After that, I will release you to your fate.”
He turned on his heel and left, tossing the next comment over his shoulder. “You may take the bed, it is located in the room to your right.” Arianne looked over to the room indicated and could just make out a large bed in the darkness. She knew she shouldn’t, who knew what trouble she was inviting by willingly going to a dark elf’s bed. But she was exhausted, and he didn’t seem like he was even slightly inclined to do anything to her in, well, ‘that’, regard. Finishing her food, she glanced around the room and found a broken piece of an arrow and grabbed it, placing it under the pillow. It wasn’t much, but if he should try something, she could at least stab him in the eye. As she settled in, she realized the bed smelled like him. It wasn’t unpleasant, just different.
Meanwhile Aundrin was in his study, going over papers and other communications that had piled up in his absence. During the hours that passed as he caught up on his duties, he had begun drinking dark elven liquor. The human woman in his bed was beginning to intrude on his consciousness more and more. She’d been fairly attractive, and although she’d shown no outward sign of it, he knew she’d found him attractive. Human pheromones were easily scented by dark elves and hers had spiked as soon as he’d come close to her. It was entirely possible she didn’t even realize that her body had, and would, react to him if he were to make advances on her.
He shook his head. It had been too long since he’d had female companionship if he was thinking like this. Several more hours passed and finally he decided to try, if she said no, he would simply roam the castle and find a suitable woman. Getting up, he made his way to his bedroom and silently stripped to only his essentials. As he did so, he realized that she was far too trusting, her clothes, all of them, were stacked in a nice tidy little heap on a chair near the bed. He bit back a groan, if he’d been any other dark elf, she’d already be spread with him deeply inside her. Unbeknown to him, his unconscious self was building a case for him to simply keep her. She was simply too innocent to be left alone.
He climbed into bed next to her, she barely moved. He took one more thought about his actions and then disposed of the last of his essential clothing. The gods be damned, she put herself into this position. She trusted a dark elf, something she should have known better, and even worse, she had the ignorance to slip into an unknown male’s bed completely nude. He wasn’t a rapist, but when such a perfect opportunity was presented, he would at least make the attempt to initiate, what he hoped, would be mutually beneficial relations.
Slowly, he ran his hands up and down her sides, reaching around and cupping her breast experimentally occasionally while gently rolling and pinching the tips until they hardened into little peaks. She moaned in her sleep, pushing her chest into his hands. He grinned to himself as he smelled her pheromones increase. He began planting kisses along her shoulders and the crook of her neck, burying his nose next to her ear and breathing in and out deeply, causing her to shudder.
With skilled practice, he gently turned her onto her back, and kissed her lips delicately, before nuzzling his way down to her breasts and lightly suckling on them. One of his hands meanwhile began a meandering path down her stomach and to her most secret place. Gently, he slid his fingers through her curls. They were stiffer, coarser, than any elf he’d known, but that didn’t dissuade him, and he found her slit and gently dipped a finger inside just slightly. He was encouraged to find that she was already moist and ready.
She moaned again and bucked upward slightly. Arianne thought this was in incredible dream. Ironically, she was dreaming about the dark elf who’d kidnapped her. She had no idea that what she was dreaming was in fact truth. She didn’t want it to stop. Her hands sleepily wrapped around his head and shoulders, clutching him to her chest, her legs parting for him.
Aundrin smiled as he clamped his teeth gently around one of her nipples and tugged gently, eliciting a soft cry from her. His finger delved into her, testing to see if she’d known any other man before him. He found that, interestingly enough, she hadn’t. His arousal swelled in excitement, throbbing in time to his heartbeat. His eyes reddened in the darkness of the room. He would be the first, and last, she ever knew in this way. He thrust the digit in and out of her, swirling and crooking it in order to draw out her pleasure.
Just as she was about to reach her peak, he pulled his hand away and placed himself between her legs and slid his length along her slit, wetting himself in her essence. His hand reached between them and his thumb found the little bundle of nerves and he began to stroke her relentlessly, it was time she awoke from her little dream and made her decision. As her eyes fluttered open, he watched as her mouth opened to form a small ‘O’. “Make your choice, my little red headed vixen. Do you or do you not, want me to take you?” He questioned, gliding himself firmly against her. She shuddered against him. For several moments she said nothing, simply reveling in the feeling. She knew better, she knew she should say no. She knew that he was giving her the chance, and instinctively she knew if she said no, he would leave, but she didn’t want that. She wanted what he was offering, sinful as it undoubtedly was. With a soft whisper, she replied. “Take me, Goddess above, take me.”
Aundrin didn’t wait for her to change her mind, kissing her fiercely, he plunged into her, swallowing her scream of pain. He didn’t wait for her to adjust, her body would do that on its own without his help. He thrust in and out of her at a steady pace, all the while ensuring that he continued to inflame her little pleasure spot. Before long, her pained cries turned to moans of pleasure and she was bucking up to meet his thrusts. He brought his forearms beneath her back and clutched at her shoulders, pinning her in place as he thrust harder, kissing her senseless. Before long, he tired of that position and sat up, bringing her with him and having her straddle his lap. From this position, he could kiss and suckle her breasts while thrusting into her. Her head fell back, and she clutched him to her, groaning in pleasure. Soon though, he felt her insides quiver and she screamed her release. He laid her back down and pinned her hands to the bed and thrust ever quicker into her and before long found his own release, groaning in pleasure. “Arianne, ylene, bar adn quave, ulviir fo xul kah, rea wno yb em, Aundrin, adn ym jhael, IymVier, uroy les, ot ThaAerAel rea tsab.”
Arianne had no idea what he’d said, nor did she care, she simply held onto him and slipped into a peaceful and sated slumber.

Translation:
Arianne, ylene, bar adn quave, ulviir fo xul kah, rea wno yb em, Aundrin, adn ym jhael, IymVier, yroy, les, ot ThaAerAel rea tsab. = Arianne, maiden, fated, and docile treasure of ruby hair, are now owned by me, Aundrin, and my clan, IymVier, your bounds to ThaAerAel are void.
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