Achievement Unlocked (Whitebrand and TestamentofDeath)

[Whitebrand]

There was a hole in the side of the mountain that sat at the northern end of Whitevalley. Not a dank, wet hole with worms or bats, nor a dry sandy hole with cobwebs or insects. This hole belonged to a silver dragon, and that meant splendor.

The hole deepened into a great cavern where the beast stored his favorite treasures. Unlike certain other dragons, his lair was organized more like a grand museum, with his beloved treasures set into expensive and sturdy display cases or neatly hung on walls or racks and lit with loving care. Rack upond racks of gems, jewelry, tapestries, paintings, suits of armor and weapons, and many other precious treasures had been gathered here, some from across the world. The entire collection mentally cataloged by the occupant and shown off with pride. In the center of this great cavern was the dragon’s bed, a massive pile of carpets, mattresses and blankets that let him rest comfortably and see his collections wherever he looked. Those seeking gold or other coin would have to deal with a large vault door at the back of the cavern...and would likely be stymied or at the very least seriously delayed getting past its locks and dangerous wards.

Beyond the cavern was a small warren of human sized rooms and passages that served as living quarters for pets and servants. No one knew these halls existed, since few people in their right mind willingly come in to a dragon’s lair at all.

The beast appeared absent at the moment. Perhaps it was off on patrol over the valley that was its territory. Or perhaps it was off on some other adventure gathering more treasure. Either way the cavern was, for the moment, unprotected.

[TestamentofDeath]

For the young sorceress, no matter how dangerous a place was, she had always taken the risk in exploring and then coming out with treasures beyond the reach of others. It was a lifestyle some may consider dangerous but she had persevered in all of the challenges thus far. Alone or in a group, she was practiced enough that no enemy was ever truly her equal. And yet, for all her gifts, she was vain. Arrogant and haughty, she thought highly of herself and her accomplishments. No one... liked her, truly. But they respected her prowess whenever she returned bringing treasures that raised the status of the once small town.

And right now, she was off on another adventure. On her own at the moment, following a map towards a mountain that made mention of unusual treasures hidden within. The Whitevalley... rumours made mention of this place. A beautiful area until something evil took advantage and claimed this as its territory. Thankfully, no one was home.

The lovely sorceress adjusted her hat, pulling up her corset and robes as she entered the side of the mountain, carefully making her way inside the cavern with a conjured ball of flame to act as her light. There were no other monsters she had to face once she reached the valley and even in this long tunnel, nothing attacked. She smirked, a gust of wind blowing from the entrance to run through her long, red hair. Holding on to her hat in order to prevent it from flying off, the sorceress kept on going silently. Robes fluttered about and soon, she reached... well, this was new.

She had never seen a dragon's hoard that looked this... organized. Not scattered about, almost as if someone else had taken control.

"How curious," she murmured to herself, enjoying the view of gems, jewelry and other assorted treasures. No coins or gold for that matter, but a lot of these artifacts dated a long ways back into the past. Those should at least be worth a fair bit when she returns. "I suppose I should work fast then."

She grinned, tapping her staff on the floor of the cavern to conjure up a large cauldron. Just to test things out though, she picked up one of the gems, a ruby, and tossed it in. There was a flash of light, and the gemstone was gone. The magic still works then, a way to transport things directly without having to carry anything at all. Perfect.

"I'm sure I'll leave a few behind. A token of goodwill." she chuckled to herself, beginning to pluck and grab anything of interest she could find.

[Whitebrand]

"Oi!" A moderately deep voice with a slight brogue in it suddenly shouted. "What do you think you're doing?"

A man stepped from behind one of the racks of armor...which was possibly the only reason why she could not have noticed him before. The man was very tall and broad shouldered, with long, copper-colored hair that draped down to his shoulders. He was also particularly muscular, his corded arms looking like they could lift a good sized cow. He wore a long sleeved shirt on his wide torso and a kilt around his comparatively narrow waist. Long, powerful legs quickly ate up the distance between the woman and the man, his almost boyish face darkened in anger.

He stopped a short distance from the woman, his expression changing rapidly from anger to a look that the sorceress was very familiar with seeing on men...piqued interest. His eyebrows went up and his eyes seemed to light up with a familiar spark in them.

He stared up and down at the sorceress, taking in her voluptuous figure, hisd eyes twice lingering on her daring neckline as though irresistibly drawn there. No doubt he was seriously underestimating any other abilities she might have in favor of her lovely form...all men seemed to do that after all.

"Name," he managed to say.

[TestamentofDeath]

The voice made her stop in her tracks. While she was on the lookout for the dragon, she already knew there had been something different with this hoard. And when the man appeared, a pout appeared on her pretty features. Did someone get here first? Or had he always been using this place as his own personal hideout?

Whatever the case, before she could even respond, he approached with some anger in his eyes. And then it changed into something she might just be able to use. She knew she dressed rather provocatively and it attracted both wanted and unwanted attention at times. Still, she had constantly used her own looks to get what she wanted and she enjoyed the attention she received. This man didn't look half bad either.

"Oh...?" she replied, looking coyly back. One hand planted her staff on the floor, and she leaned off to the side with the other hand on her hip. It was a surprise the staff and her didn't fall over.

"Call me Allura, good sir. Might I ask what a fine man such as yourself is doing here?" she wondered.

[Whitebrand]

“I take care of the place,” he said, his eyes still traveling up and down her fine figure. “Call me Brand. I hope you have a way of paying for that gemstone you just nicked. Got that one from the Calim Desert,he did.”

He finally managed to bring his eyes up to her face again. There was something oddly golden in his hazel eyes. What Allura couldn’t know was that a very subtle magic was being cast, one that gently led her mind to perceive the young man in a gradually more positive light...paving the road for slightly stronger influence.

One of his hands came up and brushed a small lock of hair out of his face as he waited for a reply. It was a small gesture but one that seemed to add a little bit to his charm. She noticed that his hands were not calloused like fighting men’s hands usually were...suggesting that he wasn’t as much of a threat as he might have been.

[TestamentofDeath]

Allura chuckled, walked slightly back and then reached into the cauldron to take out the gemstone she had just taken. She did not return it though, and the young sorceress simply held it in her hands as if to examine it.

He was staring at her, good. It meant that whatever wrong she may have done here, this man could possibly let her go without any incident. She didn't know it yet, but something in her mind felt a bit more relaxed as she stared back at those hazel eyes. Most of her magic dealt directly with elements and the like but something as subtle as what was happening was not her specialty.

"My apologies good sir. But all the records I've gathered showed that the treasure in this place was stolen in the first place." she replied, beginning to walk off to the side with a gentle sway. She never removed her gaze from him though as if unable to look at anything else, but her fingers moved to one of the tapestries. "Like this one, taken from one of the Old Kingdoms. Surely you're not keeping them here just to hoard are you?" she said with a soft laugh.

"Ah... but perhaps we can come to an arrangement? If I were to just take a few of these... what could I offer you?" she asked, giving a light bow.

[Whitebrand]

"What are you interested in and what do you have?" he countered. "Certain pieces of his collection are not for sale at any price. That gem you have can be sold...but those five over there cannot. That tapestry you're touching might be sold...but others are gifts that he would not give away for anything.

He coughed slightly.

"Coming in here without him being present...might suggest that you were here to steal from him. That would be bad, and I'd hate for him to come to that conclusion.

"Of course he might listen to me," the man added as he followed after her, watching the sway of her hips as though enchanted. "If you're convincing enough."

He took a deep breath and managed to bring his eyes back up to her pretty face just as she looked back at him. He actually took a quick intake of breath when she bowed forward. A sure sign that she'd at least partially hooked him.

Of course of she had hooked him, why did she feel slightly warm while looking at him?

[TestamentofDeath]

"I'm not going to lie. I didn't expect anyone to be here standing as a guard. But I really do want all these gemstones." she pouted, looking at him almost pleadingly as she bent forward to observe. "Pretty please? I don't have much but, I'm sure we can come to an arrangement. Especially for your silence about all this."

A hand moved down to her dress, before moving up to trace up her one exposed leg. She knew what she was doing. It was a slow seduction, and it's not like she was unused to this. The man was interested after all, she could see it in his gaze. She would also, normally stop if he was just like the others but something else was welling up within her.

It burned. Desire, passion, the missed feeling of laying with someone for quite some time now. Would it really be so bad to have a little tryst? This would further her own goals of course and...

She paused, what was she thinking? "Ah..." she gasped, still staring back. Her own head felt a little heavy and each intake of breath sent shivers down her spine. Something was wrong.

[Whitebrand]

It was as though all her senses had been turned on all the way all at once. She became very aware of him...his handsome face, his lovely body, his rich, intoxicating scent...

Go ahead, a tiny voice inside her head seemed to be whispering. It's been a long time since a man looked this good...

He stepped forward, seeming to move in slow motion as he reached for the gemstone in her hand with both of his. She was hyperaware of the warmth of his touch, the gentleness of it. He lifted her hand, still grasping it in his own, until it was about shoulder height between them. He stepped right up to her, so that their hands were almost the only thing between them.

"I think," he said in that hypnotic low tenor of his. "That while you came here for gems...you found something else that you want. Maybe...more."

She could smell his sweet breath as he spoke in a low voice and the world around them seemed to fade away. One of his hands slid down to her elbow, then up her arm to her shoulder, and then slowly tracing its way down her side to her waist. His touch seemed to send little prickles of electricity through her skin and up and down her spine. She could see that his cheeks had darkened as he locked his eyes with hers. Slowly the hand that held hers was moved to the side, leaving only a few inches of space between them. She could actually feel his body heat from that distance.

Somehow he was taking control of their meeting. And she was letting him. He leaned closer, the hand on her waist taking a slightly firmer grip on her. The distance between their lips was getting narrower by the second. All she would have to do was lean forward herself just a little bit...

You want this...you want this so badly...

[TestamentofDeath]

This was a strange feeling. Her thoughts right now were becoming increasingly focused, but only on him. Brand, he called himself, and more than just his looks, there was also a scent that drew her in ever so closer. And a voice in her head that urged her to give in to a few of her base urges. Not that she minded of course and as the man stepped forward to grab the gemstone, Allura gave a gasp. The touch lit her nerves.

"I wanted... more?" the sorceress wondered, her grip on her staff loosening ever so slightly. There was... what did she come here for originally? Wealth and glory? That didn't even sound important anymore and when he touched her again, Allura let out a low moan of approval. She felt the hand trace down to her waist, her cheeks blushing as he continued to stare at her. What else was he doing?

Oh, that. When did that happen? The hand on her waist was firm and becoming a bit more possessive but she didn't care. They were close now, so very close. Their faces were so close to touching that it was a miracle they hadn't already. Little by little, her resistance faded away and her gaze became almost blank... almost... filled with a new emotion.

"Where have you been all my life?" Allura breathed out a sigh of acceptance before she leaned forward. Their lips locking.

[Whitebrand]

Brand used the hand on her waist to pull her to him, pressing her large breasts up against his chest and bringing her hips against his. His hand slid up her back, tracing the seam of the lacing of her dress. The gem she had nearly forgotten about was plucked casually from her hand and tossed aside.

"Waiting for you to come," he murmured as he kissed her with his soft, warm lips. "What took you so long?"

The laces that held her dress together in the back began to loosen. He half-pushed, half lifted her back until her back was to a wall, pressing himself against her with increasing heat. His breathing became heavier as the kiss seemed to go on and on. Those hazel eyes were so hungry for her, and only her...and would not seem to take no for an answer.

"You won't need this," his said huskily when he came up for air briefly, carefully releasing her grip on her staff. The tool fell from her grip with a clatter. She could feel her dress parting from her back. Her top feeling like it might come completely loose at any moment if she so much as breathed, her skirt loosening from her hips as a hand kneaded her backside. The seams of her dress seemed to be shredding like tissue at his touch, revealing hot, pale skin.

[TestamentofDeath]

The kiss made her melt within and even as she closed her eyes, the enchantment didn't seem to go away as she found herself lost in these sensations. Their lips were connected and she opened and closed her mouth, letting him have access to her luscious lips. The warmth was greatly stimulating and she felt bits of her dress loosen, coupled with being pushed ever so slightly against the closest wall. He was so forward, and she didn't protest one bit.

Allura returned the kiss with more passion than ever before, the grip on her staff gone when he pulled away. The sorceress didn't even watch it clatter to the ground and she began to kiss back once more, almost pleadingly her dress parted behind her back. Her torso gyrated ever so smoothly against him, their connection really the only thing keeping her top up though with a select few movements, it fell just enough on her right side to reveal one large breast.

With her right side exposed, she raised both hands high, allowing him even more access to the rest of her body. He was free to peel off whatever he wanted, and she was willing to oblige. She bent one leg as well, resting the sole of her shoe against the wall she was leaning against, giving her pose another trait to just show off more of her assets.

[Whitebrand]

Brand didn't hesitate. In fact his slightly shy persona seemed to have vanished. His left hand went straight to her now bare breast, his fingers quickly finding her erect nipple and squeezing it lightly. He began kneading her breast while his other hand went to work on the unsewn strips of cloth that her clothing had somehow become. Cloth dropped away from her warm body, baring Allura in all her glory. He pressed himself against her aggressively, one hand on her breast and the other on her hip. She could feel his arousal through the cloth of the kilt he was wearing.

Somehow his shirt seemed to melt away like mist in the sunshine, baring his muscular chest and flat stomach. He began steadily grinding himself up against her aroused body, making her body seem to catch fire. She would only dimly become aware that his kilt had vanished too when his manhood ground right up against her feminine heat.

"You're mine, Allura," he told her firmly between red hot kisses to her mouth and neck. He was drinking in every bit of her with his body, his hands sliding everywhere over her and somehow finding her tenderest and favorite spots. He was playing her body like an erotic instrument...and he was only just starting.

[TestamentofDeath]

Allura moaned, pressing herself ever closer to her lover as he took hold of her exposed breast, squeezing the orb and causing her body to tingle and shiver. She shifted and writhed, letting him remove and drop the last bits of clothing she originally had. Truly she had the proportions that would make anyone blush. A slender body with a large rack and hips that made it much easier to grab and position.

Her eyes opened again, this time completely dominated by whatever spell she was under as she stared back. Her arms reached out to wrap around him, and she could care less that his clothes appeared to have just disappeared in the breeze. She arched more of herself, letting him slide his hands all over her exposed body as she breathed in his scent. Her lips returned his kisses and she moaned loudly whenever he shifted his own kisses to her neck.

She wanted to just lay back and let him do whatever he desired. Her body was open to him, a lovely sorceress desiring to be dominated in whatever position imaginable just to satisfy her own cravings.

[Whitebrand]

Brand grinned as he lowered the sexy, submissive sorceress to the floor. He'd had the pleasure of many women before, but few...very few...came close to this curvy beauty. He gripped her hips as he pushed his now very solid manhood into her tender folds, letting out an involuntary groan as he did. She was exquisite, her incredible body seemingly built expressly for the purpose of pleasure.

He lowered himself above her, holding himself up by his arms as he thrust into her carefully and deliberately, prolonging the process as much as he could...at first. He started grinding against her slowly, rocking that voluptuous body of hers back and forth beneath him. His eyes could not get enough of the sight of her big, round breasts bobbing and heaving on her chest with each thrust. The lusty, almost desperate expression of her face and the wonderful sounds that she made as he had her were a wonderful bonus as he took his pleasure with her.

Locked with her in their passionate embrace, Brand gradually started picking up the pace, seeking out the right rhythm that would drive his sexy partner wild. He lowered himself completely atop her, feeling those mammoth mammaries pressing against his chest and gripping her shoulders as he drove into and out of her, his eyes fixed on her face as she lay beneath him.

[TestamentofDeath]

Allura sighed as he was lowered down to the floor. The fact that there was a perfectly useable bed close by must mean something else but she was also glad that her lover was straight to the point. She felt his hold on her hips, before his hard member slipped into her womanhood and she moaned at the same time as him, eyes widening at the feel of his size and girth now pushing its way inside her.

"Ahhh! Haaaah!" she cried out in pleasure as he began to carefully thrust his way in and out of her tight body. With each rhythmic pounding, her body swayed and her breasts moved in tandem like swinging pendulums, though a bit more reserved in their movements. They were perfectly shaped, the desires of men all over and some women too. And now, as she rocked back and forth, all she could think about was pleasing her lover. She spread her long legs, bending them at the knee for easier access and her moans became louder and louder, echoing throughout the chamber where the only inhabitants were the two of them.

He was becoming faster now and with her breasts now pressed ever more tightly against him, she could feel every inch of pleasure being given to her. She shook her head left and right, crying out for more as his rhythm sent a fire throughout her supple body. It's a wonder her hat hadn't fallen off yet.

"Ah... more! Please! Harder... faster! Make me yours!" she continued, repeating herself every so often in her lustful stupor.

[Whitebrand]

Brand was happy to oblige. He lowered his head and began kissing and sucking on the dark pebbles that capped her personal mountains, all the while picking up the pace of his grinding and pumping. Gods above and below, she felt so very good! So soft and hot under him, so incredibly responsive. He was definitely keeping this one.

His stamina seemed limitless. He never once slowed down to rest, thrusting into her with aggressive vigor as she rapidly began to lose track of time. He put a possessive hand to her neck and gripped it, pushing her head back while the other hand tossed her hat away. She wouldn't be needing it or any of her clothing ever again. Her staff would make a nice addition to his weapons collection too, once he was done having his way with its former owner.

She was vaguely aware that she was being turned on to her side and that his position had shifted. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder as he thrust deeply into her, pumping her body so that her entire body seemed to flex and spasm as he used her.

"You have my permission to cum for me," he commanded her in a rough voice as his hips slapped against her inner thighs.

Finally he turned her over on to her belly and lifted her hips. He drove into her from behind with even more vigor than before. One hand gripped her long tresses of hair and pulled her head back while the other hand cupped her great breasts and massaged them roughly. He was coming closer and closer to his own personal climax, but he fully meant to make her come for him several times before he was done.

[TestamentofDeath]

This was the best part really. Her breasts and nipples sucked on and stimulated while her body lay there being used and accomodating everything about her lover. She moved her hips up and down as well, accepting him as her walls tightened, her breathing heavy as he pumped in and out without stopping at all. He was so aggressive and she had never been taken this harshly before.

Feeling a grip on her neck, Allura looked up at him and continued to smile, pleasure mounting up inside of her as she was turned to the side. She didn't know how long they stayed in this new position, her long legs hooked over his shoulder while he pumped his way inside deeper and deeper. The sorceress' mouth hung open, the pleasure of the acts causing her mind to blur. It must have been many minutes since they stayed there and when she was given permission, she came almost immediately. Her folds tightened, warmth enveloping his member... but he never stopped.

Her body shuddered at the sensation, extremely sensitive but also seemingly melting into his grasp as she was turned over. Almost immediately, she was taken from behind and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, barely visible as he pulled on her hair. She was on her knees with her with her upper torso on the ground until he reached down to fondle and squeeze her supple breasts yet again. Her voice was becoming incoherent babbling of pleasure now and the sight was certainly an erotic one if viewed from the outside.

[Whitebrand]

Brand smiled has his hips slapped over and over again against Allura's backside. He had her now, he could feel it.

"Get used to this," he growled at her. "Because this is what you're for from now on. Come for me again....and again...come for me until you can't move a muscle!"

This particular pose seemed to be his favorite, utterly dominating and in complete control over his victim. He could feel himself building up to his own climax as she moaned and babbled below him. He felt like he was going to explode into her at any moment, so he picked up the pace yet again. His breath came in heavy pants as he filled her, making her come for him over and over...

Finally he let himself go into her, filling her with his heated seed with a loud, satisfied groan. He pumped her body a few more times, dragging out his own orgasm as the sorceress lay limp beneath him. Finally he took a deep, shuddering breath and let her go, sitting back down with a contented sigh.

"That's a good girl," he told her as he rubbed her back and shoulders as a reward for her submission. "Good girl..."

He let himself rest, enjoying the afterglow and the sight of the ravished Allura on the floor before him.

[TestamentofDeath]

Allura's lustful moans carried on, unable to stop herself as she was completely dominated. The order was something she must allow herself to experience and the limitations of what she felt were gone. She was his, completely, and she came over and over, her insides tightening and releasing instinctively as pleasure overwhelmed her senses.

Even as he picked up the pace, the sorceress' smiling face was a visage of ecstasy and a mostly broken mind. She moaned and cried out, riding the waves of pleasure that constantly assaulted her. One hand fondling her large breasts and the other pulling back on her hair, and she was not in control for any of it. No, he was literally riding her without pause and when he finally let go inside of her, she also let out one more cry of pleasure as her entire body shuddered at the sensation. She lay limp underneath, immobile and barely conscious.

It was an enjoyable feeling, and all she wanted to do was to please her lover.