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     New Hope Whispers, (Baldr & Nyka)
    Nyka Valdys
     Posted: Feb 23 2017, 02:12 PM
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    Lady of Darkhollow
    Sato
    Half-Sargothian Dragon
    Necromancer, Cleric of Death
    Darklands, Kadmus
    Lawful Neutral
    Level 16-20
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    Avris 17th, 502 AS

    Sending her beloved handmaiden away was one of the hardest things Nyka had to do - and that included watching her mate become a full-blooded Sargothian, and face her fate of losing her goddess's divine grace. Laevyna had been a cherished member of their household since the beginning. She was trustworthy, endearing, bold - and there had been nothing that she wouldn't do for her Lord and Lady. Not a word of complaint had ever been uttered from her pretty lips, in public or in private.

    So sending her off with a stack of marks and her well-wishes when the love of her life came to take her away was the very least she could do. Nyka had spent the sum of that week writing the girl a letter as well - endearing to her all the well-wishes and hopes she had for the hard-working elven maiden. It also welcomed her back at any time. The dragoness knew Baldr was beyond fond of the lass, and he wouldn't sulk long over her loss. Not with the news she had for him, at least. He may have been evil in some ways, but he was a man capable of great love as well.

    Letting her mate cool off in his own way, Nyka returned to bed for whatever little rest she might get before the sun rose. She knew better than to go after Baldr when he was so amped up over the loss of his dear concubine, and with her growing young taking up more and more of her energy each day, sleep was paramount. She bathed and ate well after sunrise, and dressed in something that set her full breasts on display before having their new Lithabulian harem girl brought before her. She was pretty in her newly sewn veils Laevyna made her, and she had a glow of affliction upon her cheeks.

    Finding Baldr sulking in his study over a nearly-empty canter of whiskey, Nyka didn't bother introducing herself as she entered. Like a tidalwave, her presence was always known to her mate. Crossing the carpet that was splayed in scattered papers and broken baubles, she sat her hip upon the corner of his desk and plucked the snifter up to refill it. Drinking it down, she purred with a content sigh and looked her ragged mate's form over with a hint of a grin upon her pout lips. "I am very proud of you, sia silny. This morning was no easy thing to endure."

    Letting the slit of her dress part to reveal the length of her creamy pale thighs - just as the low cut of her gown above practically fell open for the great swells of her rising breasts - Nyka finished off the drink before refilling it and handing it over to her mate with an honest look of pleasure upon her face. "You could have had him killed and tossed her to the torturous winds. Yet you kept your word, and you have made me very happy showing me just how well you treat those you love. For that, I have a gift for you. Would you like it now, or would you prefer to sulk a while longer?"
    Baldr Thralsyth
     Posted: Feb 23 2017, 03:00 PM
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    Lord of Harmalk
    Ram
    Sargothian Dragon
    Hellfire Warlock
    Harmalk, Darklands
    Lawful Evil
    Level 16-20
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    A man befouled by the world about him, Baldr had taken on the aftermath of Laevyna's leaving with another man in a stride hardly akin to his mate's. Where Nyka may have lamented and celebrated in kind, Baldr only lamented. The Lyserian had been one who resided faithfully by him for more than fifty years, a favored bed mate, and confidant for years before he had ever met his current and only true mate. The fact of the matter simply was, had Nyka never come to stand before him, then Laevyna would likely be the one clinging to his arm in Harmalk now, acting as his queen, and ready to offer him children. Though, he did not fault or spite Nyka for such, as he would have no woman other than his dragoness as his queen. Still, such did not dull the pain of watching Laevyna leave, so happy to be free of him and with another. Such a wound dug deep within his heart, like a hot knife did cut through butter.

    Choosing to spend his time through the hours as he preferred, Baldr did as he so often did when faced by troubling times, locked away in his study. Perhaps he'd absentmindedly hoped to find Laevyna's papers, still locked away within the wall safe? Or maybe he hoped to find something in the tomes that could distract his mind from darker, more distasteful thoughts? One could only speculate for not even the Sargothian knew his exact intentions as he sought to drown himself in the decanter of whiskey he'd ordered brought forth. Unfortunately for him, as powerful as his change had been in making him a full-blooded dragon, with all the instincts and strength, so too had it made it nearly impossible for him to drink himself into oblivion.

    So, he did as best he could in other ways, seeing some few tables tossed and smashed beneath his heel in a heated rage before he took to his desk once more. Seated, like some brooding beast, plotting the demise of the very world itself, Baldr's head propped itself on his fist, elbow teetering on the desk's edge while he drank. But of course, his chosen realm of solitude would go uninvaded no longer, for as the hours went by, Nyka had seen fit to storm within his realm, completely uninvited by her king. Eying the woman's approach with an ambivolent sort of scowl, she very nearly earned his fangs when she stole a glass from him before she bothered to hand him one in return.

    Looking over the dragoness with a curious sort of suspicion, the brooding monarch sat partially upright and drank his whiskey without inhibition before setting the glass down, and pouring himself another. Judging by her appearance, the woman came to tempt him as she often did whenever his mood was foul, for the revealing nature of her attire was not lost to the man, he simply wasn't arroused entirely from his anger just yet. Still, when she spoke with such a sure confidence of herself and what she might have offered, the Sargothian scoffed and rolled his eyes, giving her neither a smirk or frown. "Aye, I could have, and gave it serious thought. The boy didn't deserve her. But had I not, then my queen would have surely been after my own throat for violating the terms I set on my own." Growling with his words, Baldr eyed Nyka from the corner of his gaze as he drank lazily from his glass once more, draining it in its entirety, leaving even the decanter empty with that final glass. "Now, what is it that my Queen brings me, that makes her so certain she might change the mood I have decided to set myself within?"
    Nyka Valdys
     Posted: Feb 23 2017, 03:27 PM
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    Lady of Darkhollow
    Sato
    Half-Sargothian Dragon
    Necromancer, Cleric of Death
    Darklands, Kadmus
    Lawful Neutral
    Level 16-20
    Member Inventory: View


    Even at his glower and soured words, Nyka gave her mate nothing but a loving smirk upon her usually coldly-masked face. Only he would ever earn a true smile from her, and in the next moments to come, she was certain he would find himself rejoicing - even in his dire moment of loss. Uncrossing her thighs, she settled her black-jeweled high heel upon the side of his chair and let her golden gown fall between them like a curtain of burnished satin. Leaning forward, she stroked his face and met his gaze with the intense sort of look an enchantress might.

    "Close your eyes, loving mate." Her husky words were a mischievous order that came with only a hint of a bite from her pearly, revealed fangs. Bright blue eyes half-hidden under the fan of her black lashes revealed nothing to him but a promise of something she knew beyond a figment of a doubt that he would enjoy. Waiting for him to obey her - though surely growls and huffs would accompany such a thing, Nyka licked her lips and took in the sight of her mate's exhausted, meloncholy appearance for but a moment longer before deciding it was surely for the best.

    Motioning for their new Lithabulian concubine to enter, Nyka watched her carefully pad through the disheveled office in her delicate gold sandals. Her pale teal silk veils moved with her every cautious step, and her glowing tan skin prickled as she neared the beastial king sitting at his desk. Drawing the girl to stand firmly between her and Baldr, she knew her mate didn't miss the scent and sound of the new woman's approach. One hand reassuringly upon the woman's lean shoulder, Nyka took her mate's hand and slid it up the girl's skirts.

    He was likely confused, and with good reason. Nyka wasn't about to try and replace such a valued gem as Laevyna - for that would have been an impossible task. Instead, she sought to at least distract him, if not fill that gaping hole the elven lass had left with something just as fine and desired. Guiding Baldr's thick fingers along the Lithabulian's slitted folds, she drew back his hand and moistened his lips with her sweet and spicy flavor. Leaning forward, the dragoness purred in his ear. "Do you like the taste of another carrying your young?"

    Her words carried more hope than dismay, for in the weeks that had followed the Lithabulian's deflowering at their celebration feast, Nyka had watched the woman like a hawk. When her moontime passed without bearing, Laevyna had been the one to help ease the dragoness into allowing such a thing to come to pass. Pulling aside the other woman's dark brown hair, she pressed a gentle kiss to her throat and smiled upon her mate - revealing her blessing upon him and the mother of his coming young. "It's a flavor I think we could perhaps become accustom to. Don't you think?"
    Baldr Thralsyth
     Posted: Feb 23 2017, 03:45 PM
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    Lord of Harmalk
    Ram
    Sargothian Dragon
    Hellfire Warlock
    Harmalk, Darklands
    Lawful Evil
    Level 16-20
    Member Inventory: View


    Short of a well intentioned mood, Baldr's almost bored and disgruntled expression had him snarling and huffing, just as Nyka had predicted within her own mind, the moment she begged him to close his eyes. Unwantingly, he did, sitting himself upright in his chair as his ice-blue eyes vanished behind their lids. Yet, what Nyka sought to surprise him with was already known the moment the woman entered the room, for the Lithabulian carried the scent of the soaps and oils of her homeland, just as he had ordered for each of the three, yet this one still carried his scent. His nose crinkled, and confusion traced its lines across his face as he felt his hand taken up by Nyka's, meant to be guided beneath the succulent woman's skirks and between her thighs to tease at the concubine's sex.

    Had Nyka meant to attempt to tease him back into a better mood by bringing to him the very slave he'd avoided since his night's mistake in revelry, then the dragoness would be sorely mistaken. Even as she helped his fingers find his own lips to taste the girl's flavor, an irritable growl began to form within his throat. Yet, his anger was ceased the moment Nyka made mentioned of another bearing his young. Ice-blue eyes opened suspiciously, gazing up at the dragoness who lurked seductively behind the concubine, watching on as her lips graced the girl's throat, as if approving of the mistake he had made in seeing the girl take his seed before she could have been made sterile by way of herbs. Slow to process, the man rose to his feet before both women, looking first to his mate, and then to the Lithabulian girl, a woman barely into her years of womanhood.

    Brow furrowed and confusion fresh in his tired mind, the full realization of it all, and what Nyka's words meant saw his harsh exterior fade in some manner, as a gentle palm reached out to press gently against the concubine's belly. Of course, there was nothing to be felt but it was symbolic in a sense, just as it had been the day he pressed his palm against Nyka's own when she revealed herself to be with young. "Sia vrak?" His voice called to Nyka, questioningly. Of course, he already knew the answer, for none had touched the girl but himself. It was for that same reason as well, that he'd refused to touching her again, or the other pair that had accompanied her to his halls as fresh concubines. For it was a fear of this very thing that had prevented him from touching any other than his wife when he'd lost himself to instinctual rutting. And yet, here Nyka stood, presenting a new mother to new a child of his own making, yet to be born, and she did so in a way that spoke of her acceptance.

    Lost to the moment, there was more surprise than anything else in his eyes, for he'd have thought such a revelation would have earned the girl her death, either by Nyka's hands, or his own at his mate's demand. Instead, she was presented to him as a gift, a way to ease his troubled mind and see him better prepared for the day. Ignoring the concubine a moment, he kept the girl between them as his lips sought out his mate's in thanks. "Vinxa, ihk origato ve nakta jacioniv." Sharing his words with his mate, Baldr's gaze then traveled down to the maiden between them, whose life would be forever changed by thanks to the little life that now grew within her womb. Gently, he reached for the maiden's chin, turning her face to present to him her collarbone. Nudging to his mate, he bid her to make the mark in his stead, for he'd not mark the Lithabulian without Nyka's approval, and a simple kiss was most certainly not that. "Pobon jacioniv."
    Nyka Valdys
     Posted: Feb 23 2017, 04:08 PM
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    Lady of Darkhollow
    Sato
    Half-Sargothian Dragon
    Necromancer, Cleric of Death
    Darklands, Kadmus
    Lawful Neutral
    Level 16-20
    Member Inventory: View


    Nyka watched on carefully as Baldr rose to approach the woman. She knew well the feeling of his big hand upon her belly, and had the girl between them recoiled or gasped in fear at his touch, then the dragoness would have ended her. But the two had spoken while Laevyna was there, and the elven lass had shown the Lithabulian and Queen alike the joy that could come of such a thing. Their king would have the reassurance of a bloodline, sure - but Nyka's own young would have the additional protection and loyalty of siblings not in line to the throne.

    The fact that it would make her mate happy would have been enough for Nyka - but knowing her children would have companions and protection in the years to come should anything happen to her and Baldr was something she couldn't shy from. And the girl was so innocent. Only to have been touched by Baldr, and now to carry the terrifying burden of his young, she surely deserved something more than death - and that was coming from a proud priestess of Keranna herself. When the Lithabulian agreed happily to carry the young, Nyka knew the winds were about to change.

    "For you, my mate." Kissing her beloved king hard, the dragoness took with her the fact that he was seeing to her own securities with this first - giving her the mark where his fangs rightfully would have been. To share the mother of his young, Nyka would see her taken care of, so long as Baldr's heart was forever her own. Drawing back the girl's hair, the dragoness kissed the soft, tanned skin beneath her lips before slowly letting her fangs sink into her flesh. A rush of hormones and spice filled her mouth, and her own young kicked within her in response. Kinship, her mind whispered.

    Far more gentle than her mate would have been, Nyka suckled upon the woman's flesh with a means to mark her - not maim her. She knew her fangs could have torn her throat apart with a single turn of her head, and so she suckled delicately as her hands found the woman's skirts and drew them up for her mate. Pale eyes daring and wanton, they matched the Lithabulian's - who looked upon her lord and master with a curious sort of lust that their last union had left within her. It seemed his child wasn't all that had been impressed upon her.

    To know he was not entirely lost to the despair of his loss, Nyka smirked around the bleeding wound as she tugged up the girl's thigh to rest it over her own - exposing her supple womanhood to Baldr for the taking. Letting the Lithabulian rest fully against the curves of her growing womb and plush breasts, the dragoness more than gave her permission to her mate. She practically served her up on a silver platter. Her black nails traced the woman's inner thigh as she released her throat. "You see how she blossoms for you? There is love and lust yet to be explored, sia silny. Confn lamith svabol ui douta."
    Baldr Thralsyth
     Posted: Feb 23 2017, 04:26 PM
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    Lord of Harmalk
    Ram
    Sargothian Dragon
    Hellfire Warlock
    Harmalk, Darklands
    Lawful Evil
    Level 16-20
    Member Inventory: View


    Watching his mate with a careful command to his gaze, Baldr but soaked in the sight that was Nyka's fangs finding themselves within the Lithabulian. This was not a mere bite, meant to draw blood and give rise to simple lust. Nay, Nyka acted in his stead, and marked the woman as he would have done so to a mate, seeing the girl properly marked as a carrier of his young, and approved by the same dragoness who held her through perilously between her jaws. It was a rising, intimate sort of sight, and left Baldr's throat aching with desire, feeling his eyes drift to the sights that his mate sought to show him as he lifted the girl's leg, and revealed the delicate sex that'd been touched but once before.

    Nyka's words came like that of a siren's song, tempting him, guiding the sargothian to do precisely as he'd been commanded, for what man or beast could deny such an offering? His clawed fingertips saw to the buttons and buckles that kept his clothing in place, until shirt, pants, and all else that he wore were strewn to the floor about him. Just as the Lithabulian had been made a feast for his eyes, the sargothian now made himself a feast for the pair of feminine eyes that could train themselves on him. Seeing well the lustful curiosity in the eyes of the concubine, Baldr approached, skipping her lips for favor of his queen's, for she would know that none but herself would receive his acknowledgment first. Then, from those plush, tempt-weaving lips, his tongue traveled down the neck of the girl, and sought out the mark his mate had made upon her. Suckling the blood of the girl from her body, he reveled in the flavor, just as his fingertips swept between the folds of her sex, and sought to prime the girl.

    With the second carrier of his young pressed perfectly between himself and his queen, there was little else the sargothian king could do than fantisize, and plot to see such visions brought to life. Pushing apart her thighs, and shoving the silk veils of her skirts high upon her hips, there came not between the girl and her king than air. Seeing even that obstacle removed, the thick of his girth invaded her with little warning, causing the Lithabulian to tense herself suddenly at the great invasion but a firm hand at her throat saw her relax when his voice rumbled with a dangerous sort of growl. Gifting her, what so few others could have ever had, he imparted to the woman a single, drugging sort of kiss before tearing himself from her and seeking the lips of his one and only queen. His voice rising with a lustful growl, Baldr's hips began their play, pinning the girl firmly between himself and Nyka.

    Holding the girl tightly in place, he used Nyka as the brace for his powerful thrusts, seeing the girl before him sated, and his anger quelled. Rutting deeply within her, he meant to see himself proper exercised of his foul mood, so that he might rejoin the happy world Nyka sought to forge for him. Her folds tight around his cock, Baldr's icy gaze showed with a glorious pleasure, shifting between the whore and his queen in kind, telling them both of what was to come as his thrusts became fast and demanding. For this girl remained fresh, her cherry only barely plucked, only to never be touched since. Inexperienced as she was, her body acted on its own, and the warmth of her walls sought to massage the sargothian king free of his seed once more. In a moment's hesitation, Baldr looked to his queen, soundlessly asking permission before he dared see himself sated.
    Nyka Valdys
     Posted: Feb 23 2017, 05:52 PM
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    Lady of Darkhollow
    Sato
    Half-Sargothian Dragon
    Necromancer, Cleric of Death
    Darklands, Kadmus
    Lawful Neutral
    Level 16-20
    Member Inventory: View


    It wasn't as she had expected, though it was far more sensual that Nyka would have dreamed of on her own. She truly owed Laevyna a great deal for the erotic ideas she now lay before their king. Her single hand kept the girl's thigh in place - her long, tanned leg draped over her own to keep her splayed wide before her king - while the other reached for Baldr to stroke his hard, thick muscles as he enjoyed his gift thoroughly. Kissing him hard, she tasted blood and sweet nectar, as the woman between them moaned with pleasure and pain.

    She very much doubted any other wife or mate in the realm would have been so gracious to accept another woman carrying her man's child. Nyka might not have either, had it not been for her former handmaiden's guiding hand in the matter. After all, the young growing in the Lithabulian's womb was of Baldr's creating, and he deserved to have all the children his soul yearned for. After all, it was by her hand that his son had already been sent away for all their safety. Giving Baldr permission to finish, she stroked the woman's slit when he was done with her and tasted her mate's seed for herself.

    "You served your king well, Safiyyah." Nyka whispered into the young woman's ear, practically embracing her as family now that Baldr had made it known he was happy to have her. If her Sargothian mate had been displeased, then he would have surely ended the woman's life without hesitation. Since he had taken to this one so very fondly, a smirk rose to her lips as she sent her along. The young woman nodded and turned her eyes briefly to her king before she lowered her head in submission again before she left. "Go tell the others we will be with them shortly."

    Letting the other pregnant woman leave, Nyka drew her mate up closer so that they might share an intimate moment alone. The love they bore one another was enough to feed them both, but she wasn't done with him yet. Feeling his enthusiastic energy return to him, she kissed him hard and hungrily - yet refused him access to the slit in her own gown she wore. His strong cock still slick with juices, she nipped at his lip before lowering herself yet to the floor and taking up his hand for him to follow her. "You couldn't honestly think I would only afford you with a single gift on so gloomy a day."

    Taking her time as she led her lush, naked mate down the hallway into their playroom, she revealed the sum of his harem prepared before him. Each in black silk, save two others who stood before the bed - their bodies oiled and spiced paints decorated their skin. A red-haired Kadmian with full hips and a blond Idrandorn who had lush, nurturing breasts. "By our count, these two are primed and ready to accept your blessing of young, if you would have them. Another two have agreed to bear your children as well, when their time comes to fruition."

    Rather nervous herself as she stood beside her lord, Nyka's black nail tapped the strong hand she held as she presented a glorious feast for the eyes to her mate. It had been a gamble to be sure, but it was all Laevyna's idea - with her queen's permission, of course. The ladies had all be asked, properly instructed, and made very aware of the dangers they would face. She didn't begrudge anyone their answer, but a part of her was apprehensive to her mate's response at the thought of having the responsibility this opportunity presented. "What do you say of this, sia silny?"
    Baldr Thralsyth
     Posted: Feb 24 2017, 04:02 PM
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    Lord of Harmalk
    Ram
    Sargothian Dragon
    Hellfire Warlock
    Harmalk, Darklands
    Lawful Evil
    Level 16-20
    Member Inventory: View


    Dedicated to a carnal purpose, Baldr awaited his permission from the only woman who might have dared to command him otherwise. Looking to his mate, his lust-filled eyes showed a joy and relief in kind when she gave him permission at last. Keeping a strong grip upon the hips of the woman before him, Baldr spared her nothing, and pursued his hungry end until his body could hold itself at bay no longer. With a long, powerful thrust to the very depths of Safiyyah's sex, Baldr gifted her with his seed once more, making certain that she would indeed come to be with his child, should there have ever been a doubt before.

    The orgasm itself was long, and brutal, enough that his jagged claws began to dig into the girl's hips, leaving short marks of crimson where his touch was made, a mark of his own. Letting loose a bellowing roar of pleasure, Harmalk's king shook the very walls in celebration, until his strength left him at last, and there was nothing but the contented aftermath of joyous, celebratory sex. Looking to the Lithabulian girl a moment, her king offered the lass something rare, a gentle kiss upon her lips to see her fully welcomed into the fold of the shared life that would become of her for carrying his bloodline. Gently, he removed himself from her delicate folds, and watched on as Nyka swiped a lone finger across her slit, bringing the sum of Baldr's pleasure to her lips for a taste. Never, never would such a sight ever fail to both impress and arouse him, even more so when he saw the manner by which his queen embraced the girl.

    Occupying his gaze with the girl's form as she was bidden to leave and make ready others, Baldr's focus quickly shifted to that of his proper mate. Dressed so provocatively, and tempting him as she had with the form of another to celebrate a future life of his own making, the Sargothian meant to take her upon his desk, then and there. Yet, to his initial displeasure, despite their embrace and heated kiss, she refused him her heavenly sex, instead taking to the ground to guide him away. "I would have thought my second gift to be my queen, sacrificed to my pleasure upon the desk." Remarking with a raised and curious brow, Baldr followed when bidden to do so, allowing Nyka to carry him forth at the speed of her lazy stroll, until the true gift revealed itself within the vast chamber they used when pleasing themselves with the aid of their concubines.

    Standing in silence, Baldr looked to each of the women with a suspicious gaze, though, when his chilling gaze fell upon the two women who stood before the great expanse that was the bed, he looked nowhere else. Listening, quietly to the words of his mate, the sargothian silently weighed what it was she offered him. A thought to question her if she were certain came to mind, yet was quickly dashed away in knowing that Nyka would have never put forth such an option, should she not have already been at peace with it. The mere notion of being offered other women, for both his pleasure, and to see himself offered even more children, was of the sort that only a fool would deny. Though no children these women could produce him would inherit lands, or right to his throne, he would have been found the world's greatest liar if he suggested the notion that he wanted no other children.

    For all of his want of children though, he'd have rathered Nyka be the mother. Alas, given his blood, and Nyka's own half-breed self, the risk of serious injury or death on her part was a very real risk. Knowing that, he was fully aware of what would need to pass for him to ensure himself additional children. Taking all of those thoughts in mind, Baldr cast a sideways glance at his queen before reaching out for her wrist, and pulling her savagely close to him so he might snarl and snap his fangs mere inches from her face. The display was not a threatening sort but rather, a primal sort of celebration in what she offered him before he kissed her hard, and pushed her playfully away from him, towards the girls who stood at the ready, still garbed in black silks. "Si yenta coi ui sia huven."

    Baldr's draconic tongue spoke well of his agreement to the cause, and saw his hulking frame approaching the pair of women who stood, ready to sacrifice themselves to their lord and master for want of a child. Gently, at first, his hands graced both of their faces, looking to the pair of women with a brief, almost loving sort of reservation for them both, silent appreciation for what they had agreed to do for him. Tatiana, and Ingrid, a pair of concubines who had forever served him well, and ones whose loyalty in this act would surely never go unappreciated. Thinking on that moment, he took the Kadmian's chin in hand but looked to his mate to deliver a proclomation. "See to it, these two, and the other be granted their own rooms, and a sum of reward befitting those who would carry the child of their King."

    Evil though he most certainly was, Baldr reserved his love for his women, Nyka first and foremost, the leftovers for women such as these. Assured that his queen understood his commands in full, and what they meant, his gaze shifted to the other women gathered, and gave them a voiceless command to see their queen properly sated for the showing she would receive. "Jaka thesek dout daar." Baldr's lips curled then into a delightful sort of smile, knowing well that he need not bother control himself, or save his seed for the two women before him. With a hard shove against her chest, the Sargothian sent Tatiana sprawling backwards onto the bed before nudging Ingrid along as well. Like a raptor from on high, Harmalk's king descended upon the redheaded Kadmian and saw her legs spread wide before him.

    Primed though the pair of them might have been, he'd see to it personally that they were ready to receive him. Treating Tatiana first with his lips and tongue, he pursued the delicious flavor that was her womanhood, teasing and testing the woman until her gasping breaths filled the room, and her entire body was wracked with orgasmic shivers. His lips climbing up the woman's body, Baldr spared her not even a moment's worth of rest before the great invasion that was his cock buried itself to the hilt within her womanhood. In the same moment, his lips reached her shoulder, and dangerous, dagger-like fangs dug gently into the flesh of her throat, marking the woman as one to be properly mated by a dragon's seed.

    Much to his delight, she squirmed and moaned beneath him, trained hips rolling upward against his every thrust, while painted nails reached about her lord's massive shoulders, gripping hard against him and drawing long, ragged lines of red welts to his muscled flanks. Trained though she was, how well could any woman be fully accustomed to a dragon's touch? Rutting hard within her, Baldr's fangs never left the Kadmian's throat, suckling her precious lifeblood from her as he held her fast, a first for the woman to experience such a conjunction of pain and pleasure alike. Looking up, to the basking, breathless features of the woman beneath him, Baldr hungrily sought to see her moans become screams of pure, agonizing joy. Thrusting even faster within her, his cock stirred her insides, and saw the woman battered in such ways that one might only dream of. With a passing glance to his true mate, Nyka would see in his eyes, that such a show was made for her benefit, gracious thanks had in Baldr's eyes over being gifted such an opportune offering as this.
    Nyka Valdys
     Posted: Feb 24 2017, 05:20 PM
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    Lady of Darkhollow
    Sato
    Half-Sargothian Dragon
    Necromancer, Cleric of Death
    Darklands, Kadmus
    Lawful Neutral
    Level 16-20
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    Heart hammering in her throat as she introduced Baldr to his gifts of willing women to mother more of his children, Nyka wa at least pleased to find that he was amenable - if not grateful for the opportunity. It was no easy feat to give up the pillar she stood upon as the only female carrying his young, but she had to face several realities here. Should she die in childbirth or war, then she wanted for her mate's legacy to carry on - beyond just the exiled son he had to cast to ward in Hembria. He deserved children who could grow up in his presence and learn to love and revere him as she had.

    Nodding when her mate determined that any woman who would be so bold and daring to carry his young would be given a room all her own, Nyka would see to it personally covered where Laevyna would otherwise have stepped up. She had their contracts drawn up and everything was signed already - but if he wished to gift the women bearing his children with more, then amendments could easily be made. For what it was worth, the dragoness wondered if he hadn't lavished them with such things in order to encourage the others to be more forthcoming.

    Calling for her chair to be brought forth, Nyka took up a seat upon the plush red velvet and smirked when a glass of fine fiery whiskey was delivered to her upon a silver platter. She would give Baldr's girls one thing - they were wall quick learners. Even if they didn't want to risk their lives giving birth to his young, they would all prove to serve a purpose still. Resting back in her chair, the dragoness kicked up her legs and motioned to have her feet rubbed. For as well as she loved her high heels, the weight of the young growing within her was quickly becoming a burden on her frame.

    Turning her eyes to her mate as he set himself to the keen purpose of "sowing his royal oats" as it were, Nyka watched him from over the rim of her crystalline glass while her aching feet were set right by soft, healing hands. There was a balm in the sight before her as well. She knew she wouldn't be able to take him as she once had when the children growing within her became too big. That he could take to another and still desire his mate all along was enough to set her heart back to the purpose of seeing him made happy again.

    Glacial eyes melted a touch at the vision of her mate before her - his thick, writhing muscles moving under his tanned flesh as he rutted like a predatory beast. Every withdrawal and slice of his hips moved the wealth of his glorious frame against the pale damsel beneath him - drawing forth cries of pleasure and pain as his fangs kept her firmly in place. Nyka's own body knew too well how glorious that feeling was, and she moistened at the thought of knowing him again. Another time, she reminded herself, for there was yet a third woman to be had this morning.

    The loyal Idrandorn woman lay beside the rutting pair with blue eyes wide and nipples hardened in reaction to the sight before her. She had been primed and knew well her master's touch, but there was always a fight-or-flight reaction involved when faced with a dragon. Nyka but put herself aside and pretended she was those luscious offerings - taking Baldr's seed within her womb again for the first time as he claimed her throat properly. The excitement had her practically glowing as she offered him a wink. "You've another to claim yet, sia silny. Spend yourself wisely."
    Baldr Thralsyth
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    Lord of Harmalk
    Ram
    Sargothian Dragon
    Hellfire Warlock
    Harmalk, Darklands
    Lawful Evil
    Level 16-20
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    Nestled perfectly between Tatiana's thighs, Baldr's rutting form surely presented a picturesque view of what it meant to mate with a dragon. Built of raw muscle and power, his hips pushed ever harder against the woman beneath him, and his fangs continued to push themselves ever deeper within her flesh. Drawing blood and pleasure from her alike, Baldr suckled away at the woman's lifeblood as if she were the finest meal to be presented to him, a relative buffet for all the senses as her crying moans filled the room. Offering his mate a passing glance, to make it known that he sought her no less, even when offered other women as wholly as this, Baldr saw himself to a glorious end, even at Nyka's warning taunts.

    But twice was to be as nothing, for the last week had seen him less than tested as a man. He'd deprived himself of all buy Nyka's touch, and not on the dawning or fall of each passing day as they usually had. The result, was a fountain of strength and endurance that'd see him ready to face an entire line of women, should such a thing ever reveal itself to him. Releasing the redhead's throat from his fangs, his blood covered lips sought out the girl's own for an intimate sort of kiss, drugging the woman on her own flavor as his arms swept her legs so the backs of her knees rested happily on his shoulders. Using the new position to his utmost desires, Baldr slammed himself within the woman until the bed itself creaked, and he was certain she'd break if he pursued any harder.

    Letting his voice echo throughout the halls, the Sargothian slowly produced a rumbling roar of exquisite pleasure. Feeling the temptation well up within his body, a final thrust saw the woman skewered upon him, and her womb filled with the great presence that was his seed. Neck taught, and veins protruding from his every muscle, Baldr's body flexed in a moment of ravishing pleasure, relaxing only after his orgasm slowly, reluctantly passed. Falling to his side along Tatiana, his cock remained resolute but reflected happily with the sheen of his milky seed. Alongside him, the Kadmian woman could do little more than pant with fast, happy breaths, a smile gently playing at the corners of her lips as she felt her bruised and battered body realize what had come to pass. Her king's seed welling at her slit, Ingrid took it upon herself then, to lap at the woman's sex to see her cleaned so as to avoid ruining the sheets.

    His own form exhausted for the moment, Baldr's brow seeped with sweat, and he snapped his fingers with the demand for water, rather than whiskey. Rising up to take the cup when offered by delicate hands, he tossed back the thing and looked playfully to his mate. "Does the show please my queen?" Chuckling from behind his own panting breaths, Baldr looked to the blonde Idradorn who still serviced Tatiana with a gentle attention. Reaching for the woman by her hair, he dragged her across the sheets and towards his lap, shoving the length of his cock within her mouth so she might properly clean him, and see him better prepared to make her pregnant with his offspring as well. Teasing one of her breasts from beneath, Baldr's gaze seemed to never stray far from Nyka, a woman so perfectly seated upon her velvet throne. "How shall I take this one, sia anhew? On her back? All fours? Perhaps bent over your lap while you lazily drink from your cup?"
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