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eye of wrath - Eshamun - June 23, 2016
@Arunik'ra was close at hand; they had crossed the great swathe of mountainous terrain and emerged into a land cracked with brown, though a smattering of viridian had come to rest upon the loam, the trees. "we must cleanse this land, sister. it is cursed," she had told the ruddy arunik'ra, traveling alongside her sister as they swept the landscape with their eyes.
almost immediately upon setting foot in this dusty place of strangeness, eshamun's body had changed; receptivity settled for the first time upon her and she woke irritable and shot through with a strange heat. their mother and grandmother had told them of this; their aunts and older sisters had illustrated what this would mean for her now.
"i go," she told her sister, her face contorted with a worry that soon smoothed into resolution. eshamun kissed arunik'ra's cheek -- she pulled away and headed into the tangle of half-barren trees for one purpose, and one purpose alone.
the air was wreathed in her scent as the young woman traveled, wrought with a worry that she did not show upon her face. eshamun was quiet, stoic -- her search had begun and she would not be deterred. the woman paused along a thin stream to slake her thirst, lifting her head to peer about.
RE: eye of wrath - Ar-Khalba - June 23, 2016
He lingered behind like a specter: to be seen, but never heard. His choice to follow the sisters -- obedient to their every whim -- had not been a choice taken lightly. There was opportunity in all of this. The chance to spread the word of Molech and expand his influence over these heathen lands was a powerful call. One Ar-Khalba answered with haste and resolute devotion. To serve his God and to serve these women, it was his birthright. An honor in itself.
Having come to rest a distance away as to not impede the priestesses with his presence, it was a change in the air the stirred him. A call to duty. He rose his paws and weaved though these foreign trees of the plateau, called forth by the will of Molech. Eventually, he came upon the sister and was awash in her scent. Approaching with head bowed, Khalba kept his ears splayed down agains his skull as a sign of deference. Such was his place among the Malkaria.
With another slow and wanting step forward, a whine passed Khalba's lips.
RE: eye of wrath - Eshamun - June 23, 2016
it was not a man of this land who found her; it was khalba, the subservient creature who had followed herself and her sister from surrendar. eshamun turned to look at him, to eye him with the disdain bred into her bones for males, tempered with the want of her body. the suddenness of it shocked her, as did the fact that she felt her legs carry him toward her.
"ar-khalba, under the law of molech i choose you," eshamun murmured, noticing not for the first time the alert handsomeness of his features. "lay with me until i am with child." a dark humour pulled at her lips; she grinned, her eyes lighting. "and then lie with arunik'ra."
RE: eye of wrath - Ar-Khalba - June 23, 2016
The writ was spoken and in so, their fate had been sealed by the command of Molech. Not just to lie with her, the queen, but the priestess as well. A knowing grin tugged at the corners of Khalba's lips. The blessings of Molech were abound; the fruits of his devotion were ripe for the picking.
To be selected for such a high calling was an honor, and so, Khalba proceeded with great pride. And so, he lifted from his deferential stance and spoke with a quiet, underused voice. "It will be done," he said, nodding his finely featured head.
And so, already ensnared by her scent and thrumming with arousal, the man took his queen by the waist, draping his body over her before delving into his divine mission.
RE: eye of wrath - Eshamun - June 23, 2016
eshamun hmmed lightly below her breath, her eyes glowing as she leant forward to touch her nose against that of khalba in a brief show of gentility before she turned and let him embrace her. the smile faded from her lips as she felt the rut of his hips against her own; the man gained sudden entry and eshamun gave a small throated sound of pain. but she bore him all the same, parting her forelegs to support the weight of him over her back.
in time the discomfort subsided; the movements gave way to a gentle sort of pleasure that tugged distractingly at her loins. it was not the explosive thing that she had heard described in quiet giggles by the other malkaria, but it was something to be enjoyed.
it was for molech, she told herself, and so settled into her own mind, knowing this must occur again and again until the eight-armed one saw fit to seed her womb.
RE: eye of wrath - Ar-Khalba - June 23, 2016
How blessed he was to partake of these pleasures of the flesh. His place among the sisters, a servant to their desires, was a gift in itself. It was a life of satisfaction -- and now he he would have his gratification unabridged. It was not a thing of tenderness as Khalba rocked within his queen, but a thing of passion and pure, unadulterated lust, and pride. These gifts she would bear to Molech, they would be his doing. Oh, how pleased the eight armed one would be.
He lost himself to a steady, yet fervent rhythm as he slowly drove himself further and further until the point of climax -- thus ensuring a sacrifice could be made. The Kingdom of Molech would be washed by the cleansing blood of the innocent. Their longevity and their power would be unparalleled with an offering such as his.
It was with heavy breath and heaving sides that Khalba's rough rhythm slowed to a stop. A wave of satisfaction washed over him as he came to rest upon her back.
RE: eye of wrath - Eshamun - June 23, 2016
khalba moved atop her with a firm rhythm, until she felt his body tighten and the rush of him into her. eshamun breathed a silent sigh of relief that it was over, that he had not fought her and merely tended her as was the purpose of he and his zizna. but already her body was wanting, and the flare of desire was back; she whirled to lick along his jaw, to slide her body along his own and turn again, holding aside her plume for his second entry, one of many until they disentangled for the night.
soon arunik'ra's time would come also; eshamun comforted herself with the thought that she would not be alone in this.
RE: eye of wrath - Ar-Khalba - June 23, 2016
In exhaustion, he panted heavily in a struggle to catch his fleeting breath. Khalba slipped of her back as their hips untied and he rounded his queen's side, shooting her a lowly, yet inquisitive glance to gauge the effect of his actions and to see if his performance had been satisfactory. It was his place in life to please, and if he had failed in his task, the shame would be insurmountable. She appeared to be left wanting, but a part of Khalba believed that to simply be her season. Nevertheless, he couldn't leave his queen unsatified.
If it had been up to him, he would have opted for a bit more time, but as she turned her affection toward him -- her tongue trailing gingerly across his jaw -- Khalba was revitalized. As soon as she presented herself for a second round, he reached out with his forelimbs and pulled Eshamun in close before climbing atop her back a second time. He squared his hips against her before laying claim to her body once more.
RE: eye of wrath - Eshamun - June 23, 2016
it was her teasing nature that forced the man to rise again, despite the immediate depletion of his body; perhaps it was also cruelty that drove her. however, this time, as ar-khalba began to service the feverent desires of her body again, his strokes surged within her, pushing the woman toward a precipice along which she had not strode before.
it was not long until she had tipped o'er the edge and eshamun closed her eyes with a strangled wail, shocked at herself and that this man could bring her pleasure in their dance beneath the all-seeing gaze of the eight-armed one.
in time, they parted and eshamun slid away from ar-khalba, to lie upon the ground and let the god's magick be wrought within her. pointed gaze fixed itself upon the man. "you have done well." the queen wondered if he enjoyed it -- he certainly seemed to -- or if it was a mere bodily duty he performed because she decreed it.
RE: eye of wrath - Ar-Khalba - June 23, 2016
As Ar-Khalba drove her past the precipice of pleasure, he too lost himself in the motion once more. It was a longer affair this time compared with the last, and a bit less intense on his end, but he soon found himself nearing the edge as well. The final push he needed was the sound of her voice, wrought with pleasure and signaling a job well done. His legs trembled and he ground his teeth, finding himself unable to control the low, pleased sound that rumbled in his throat as well.
Utterly exhausted, Khalba slunk off his queens back. As their tether came undone, he staggered, but remained upright and watched as his queen came to settle on the ground. As she fixed her gaze upon him, he lowered his head and accepted her praise with humility. A brief smile played across his handsome features. "The honor is mine," he spoke, quiet like whisper carried away on his shallow breath.
RE: eye of wrath - Eshamun - June 23, 2016
his voice was a soft and unassuming thing -- eshamun enjoyed that in a man. ar-khalba was reared well -- he expected nothing besides what she and the priestess would grant, and in return he would play the sacrifices of molech within their bellies. eshamun stretched languidly against the ground, stuporous with her own cycle's heat against the warmth of the day. "why did you follow us, ar-khalba?" came her soft inquiry, though it is one she knew he would answer promptly.
her mother had made it no secret her disdain for males, but eshamun did not follow in the same vein. men were useful. how else would children be created for service to the watchful one? she lifted herself up to shake the dust from her pelt and move back toward the man; he had been given his rest, but the woman wished to hear his reply before she sought his embrace again.
RE: eye of wrath - Ar-Khalba - June 23, 2016
As his queen slowly stretched along the ground, Khalba sat back and settled on his rear to rest. She would surely desire more from him and he needed to be ready to comply so he could ensure conception. It was in his desire that his duty to her and his God would not go unfulfilled. His breathing slowed back to a stable pace and there was silence.
From nowhere, she levied a query. Why had he followed? He wondered. Perhaps it was because a life of service was all he knew. Or maybe it was his blind devotion. Most of all, he figured it was his favorable treatment. Who was he to deny these pleasures of the flesh? "I wanted to," he said, keeping his answer simple and succinct.
Then, she moved forward with want in her eye. He took a step forward as well and allowed his teeth to rake through the ruff of his Queen's fur.
RE: eye of wrath - Eshamun - June 23, 2016
fade with your next post? <3 we need another ofc!
it was a succinct answer, but then again, ar-khalba was such a man. eshamun nodded with approval, noting that he anticipated her want of him, a third time! she marvelled, and arched a brow at his seeming eagerness. how could a man turn away from the desires of a woman, two even, when arunik'ra was blessed with molech's lustful fire? it was a lovely thing, to be tasked only with satisfying carnal desires; eshamun envied khalba in a way.
she turned and held her flame-coloured plume aside, pushing her hips back against his forelegs with a lustful growl. "again!" eshamun ordered in a guttural growl, for the sheer delight of ordering ar-khalba into her body. "roughly," the queen added, before surrendering to the embrace of her lover again, not for the last time.
RE: eye of wrath - Ar-Khalba - June 23, 2016
Can do! I'd love to have another. Do you want to start one up, or should I?
It was true. He followed because he wanted to -- he wanted this. A life full of passion and satisfaction. Molech had granted him such, and in turn, Ar-Khalba replayed his God with utter devotion.
She was forceful, pressing his body into him and making her desire known, but that was something he enjoyed. A woman who took control was a powerful thing and it nearly drove Khalba up the walls with mad desire. A pleasant shiver ran down his spine at the sound of her voice. He was taken aback by her power and simply enthralled by her increasingly forceful commands.
And so, he gladly did what he was told. Grasping tightly to the scruff of his Queen's neck, a strong, masculine growl rumbled in his throat as he thrust himself into her for a third time -- taking what he wanted for himself in a manner that was rougher than ever before.