The Shadow Lord (
learnandshift) wrote2017-09-18 05:00 pm
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[The so-called Temple is actually more of a castle, close up, and the priests and priestesses have certainly tried to make it feel more like a home, so far. If the chosen Bride had any fear of being strapped to an altar and sacrificed immediately on arrival, the attendants hope the hospitality will soothe it.
When she first arrived, she was seen to a luxurious private bedroom and allowed to rest, then given a tour of her new home (all but one foreboding room behind a white door at the highest point of the highest tower.) Then came a sumptuous wedding feast of every delicacy imaginable, and some perhaps even unheard of. The Lord was strangely not in attendance.
"He'll see you later tonight," said the high priest, a portly man with kind eyes. "He wants you to enjoy yourself in the meantime."
After dinner it was off to the baths, where the Bride was soaked and scrubbed in hot mineral springwater and fragrant oils, then dressed in nothing but a white silk robe tied at the waist. There is little doubt what is to happen now, as the high priestess walks the Bride up to that white door in the high tower.
"Only do not shun him," said the priestess. "He will not hurt you. But do not refuse."
With that discomforting little message, they open the doors and usher the Bride inside what appears to be a featureless room, gray stone. At the far end is a flat stone altar, and behind it a throne.
In the throne sits nothing but a cloud of shadow, immense and as featureless as the room except for pinpricks of light, glowing orange eyes.]
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Her situation had been a little precarious in the first place. An orphan and a mage, living on the outskirts of town, who rarely interacted with others? It's not like she's reviled, but she's hardly popular. When the time comes, the choice is obvious.
But Rin is lucky in one regard: it's a choice that works to her advantage. endless curiosity and an unquenchable thirst for knowledge are unofficial requirements for mages. So when the rest of the town calls on her, Rin agrees without hesitation - especially, though she won't admit it out loud, when the next most viable candidate is a girl she's quite fond of, who already has her eyes on another.
So she travels to the 'temple' without protest and she's taken off guard by the five-star treatment. Her room is incredibly comfortable, the food is amazing, and the baths might be the most luxurious of their kind Rin has ever seen. Even the robe is nice.
But then getting pampered is over and it's time to face the music. The warning gets a skeptical look from Rin and she doesn't ask the question that's dancing through her head - could she successfully reject him even if she tried? She doesn't think so, and that thought becomes a certainty as she steps into the featureless room. Rin isn't someone that scares easily, but even she can't help the nervous thrill that creeps through her at the sight of her husband.
Still, it's not like she can run, so she doesn't even try. Instead Rin strides forward, head held high and hands only shaking a little. She should probably be polite and demure right now, but- ]
Isn't it rude to not even show up to your own wedding dinner?
[ ... Yeah. Being demure isn't really in Rin's wheelhouse. ]
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He looks like little more than a mass of shadows gathered together, formless and constantly shifting like shapes in clouds. Every so often the eye thinks it can pick out a piece or a part to him, but it's brief and gone back into the shadowy mass before it can decide what part it's seeing.
The Lord moves, a little catlike, and as he comes down from the throne his form seems to solidify into a solid mass rather than a trick of the light. He lurks closer a step or two, propping himself up on the altar, completely silent. Even when he moves, he's silent, without the slightest footstep or even scrape of his body moving over the stone.
Four limb-like things reach out to prop him upright on the altar, and he watches her... "curiously."]
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Even so, she doesn't let herself falter again. She marches right up to the altar and props her hands on her waist, staring up at the creature with a skeptical expression. A deep, primal unease creeps through her, makes her knees feel kind of weak, makes her kind of want to turn and flee, but the priestess's warning (was it a warning? or more of a request?) to not shun him lingers in her mind. More than that, she remembers her father's much less recent warning to face any situation with elegance and composure. Even so... ]
It's not that I don't appreciate the treatment, but...
[ But what, exactly? Not even Rin can say for sure, so she simply lets her statement trail off. ]
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She is unlike the priests and priestesses. They all come in with some revenance, kneel to him, and generally act like he is the god he is. She comes in with her hands on her hips and sasses him first thing.
He looms over her, eyes drifting to the top of the shadowy mass and gazing down at her. Still, he does not get any closer than that, nor does he reach out for her, though he could easily reach her on the other side of the altar if he tried.]
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Oh, come on! You brought me here for a reason, right?!
[ Maybe shouting at the eldritch horror isn't a great idea. Oh well. Rin's capacity for making good decisions goes further and further down the more flustered she gets. ]
All of your priests and priestesses seem really sure you don't just want to eat me, but surely you've got some sort of magic ritual or... something you want me for, right?
[ Right. Why else would he go through the trouble of bringing her here, feeding her, bathing her, and giving her some sort of nice robe otherwise? ]
So just... do it, okay?
[ Before she actually loses her nerve. ]
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But she wants him to get on with it, and she's right. He may as well. The sooner they do, the easier this will be.
His mass crawls over the altar, engulfing it partially, so that one long tendril of him can gently wrap around her and pluck her effortlessly off the ground. He was told to be gentle, so he does not squeeze or hurt. He merely holds her in midair as though in the palm of a massive hand, and then, experimentally, other tendrils pull her arms apart so that two more can open her robe.]
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Instead, she squeaks. She's not expecting to be put on display like this and it shows in her tense body language and the way she pulls at his grip on her arms - but she is pleasant to look at, at least by human standards. Her skin is the same pale creamy color all the way down, aside from the soft pink of her nipples. Her breasts are 'only' average in size, but shapely and perky. She's slender with just enough muscle definition to suggest a somewhat active lifestyle, but not enough to conceal her bookwormish tendencies. She's clean shaven and, most embarrassing at all, susceptible enough to the chill air to immediately break out into goosebumps. ]
What are you--?!
[ ... Well, she supposes she knows that answer. 'Bride' can only have so many connotations, but even so she'd been hoping otherwise. ]
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For a moment, he just continues to turn her over in his grip, gentler than could possibly be expected of an eldritch whatever-he-is. Two tendrils experimentally rub her shoulders and down her arms, and another two do the same to her legs. Two more wrap around her waist and begin to touch her body, her breasts, and her thighs. He really does seem to be just looking at her right now, if a little rudely probing in his total silence.]
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[ This is... not what she expecting.
Rin isn't sure what she was expecting, to be fair, but not this. Definitely not this. Her breath catches slightly as she's turned this way and that, and significantly as the strange feeling (but not unpleasantly so) tendrils explore her breasts. Her nipples are already a bit stiff from the cold, but the sensitive skin pebbles even tighter when his touch drifts close. Once she's turned around it becomes clear that, much like her breasts, her hips and butt are average in size but lovely in shape.
She tries to draw her knees closer together, especially once he starts exploring her thighs, but her movements are a little weak when she's also arching her back and tugging at her wrists. With as flustered and distracted as she is, it's hard to decide what to put the most effort into. ]
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When she tugs to cover herself, he lets her, briefly. More like he doesn't fight her initially, but she only has a few seconds of victory before he's spreading her apart again. Tendrils grip her hands and feet, and another one rises from the mass to just barely touch between her thighs, a careful slide up across her sex. The priests have taught him that much. He doesn't try to penetrate her yet, simply rubbing and exploring there as much as anywhere else on her.
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Rin has given up on trying to be sassy, now. She feels far to vulnerable and far too keyed up, and when one of those tendrils touches between her thighs she stiffens again. She's moving again a moment later, but rather than trying to pull away she's simply squirming. That feels... really good, actually, and within just a few moments her folds start to grow slick with desire. ]
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Then it becomes clear he does. The tendril slides between her folds and begins to push, gently, sliding inside of her a little at a time. The others hold her still and keep her legs spread, to make it easier as he eases inside of her.
Slowly, he begins to move in and out, as they showed him to.]
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It's not that it feels bad. In fact, it might be one of the most pleasant sensations of her entire life, but it isn't enough. It only takes about ten seconds before she's unconsciously jerking her hips in search of more friction. Her cheeks go red, her eyes go slightly glassy, and her breathing gets short and shallow. Gradually she relaxes, going languid and pliant in his grip.
He's so gentle she almost doesn't notice the change at first - but she does notice and some of that tension of earlier returns. By now, however, she's so wet that he slides in easily, and so long as makes himself no thicker than the equivalent of a couple fingers Rin's body stretches easily to accommodate him. A soft, somewhat uncertain moan builds in her throat and her eyes slide shut. This... still actually feels pretty good, so even though her fingers curl into loose fists she doesn't try to fight his grip. ]
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Soon he finds the proper pace, and he holds his bride steady as he begins to take her in earnest. They said that "fucking" is the crude word for it, but he knows it only as a ritual, though one, they said, that would give his bride a good deal of pleasure.]
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On someone with more experience it might not be enough, but Rin had been teased thoroughly before the 'main event', so to speak. Her head rolls forward after a few minutes of thrusting, her breathing growing more intense and more focused. Her moans trail off and she goes almost totally silent. Then her voice builds in her throat as a long, low cry. She tips her head back and squeezes her eyes shut, even as he body squeezes tight around the tentacle inside her. She jerks in his grip a few times, but it's the result of her orgasm far more than any attempt to escape him.
That... was amazing. What the hell? ]
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The energy from her climax feeds him, and he absorbs it like water absorbs into roots, taking it through himself to examine, to learn. In the meantime, he does not stop, still thrusting into her like nothing has happened at all.
Why would he stop?]