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A wide grin forms on Io’fayl’s lips when her Captain and her Harbinger return to her, the two entering her chambers to pull her languidly from her bed. Bal’thial shoves the blonde forward and down onto his knees while retaining a hold on his wrists as his Queen approaches to take her time and relish the scene before her. Delicate, claw-tipped fingers reach out, tilting Kso’ppghiel’s jaw upwards so rust colored pupiless eyes can look upon the new ornament he now wears. “Gran’hein certainly knows his trade.” She murmurs in approval. Fingertips slide along his cheek after she releases her hold on him only to have her Harbinger tear his face away from her grasp. Io’fayl’s eyes settle on blood encrusted blonde hair that shifts in the movement before then focusing on the marks riddling the tall Captain’s neck. “I see he has been behaving nicely.” She muses. “Too much for you to handle?” “He has had… moments.” Bal’thial answers quietly while the smallest of smiles forms on his lips. “But he is not by far, more than I can handle, Mistress.” “Hnnnn… good. Then I shall expect your services again until he is… under control.” Her fingers move through blonde locks and Kso’ppghiel flinches away, causing her grab a tight hold of a spiral horn in order to wrench his face back while leaning down to level her rust tinted gaze with his angry white eyes. “You will not shy from my touch for long, Kincaid. You will see.” Her hands travel down over his collared neck before slipping under the soft linen of his tunic and down over his chest as he struggles beneath her grasp, his wrists still held tightly in place by the white haired man standing behind. “I am tempted to have our Captain hold you still while you are taken.” Io’fayl muses as she reaches further down to pull at the sash that keeps the fabric draping his built frame closed. “You are disgusting.” Kso’ppghiel seethes, his skin practically crawling beneath her fingers and she simply responds with a laugh. “You did not think so earlier. I think you quite enjoyed what I had to offer you when you were asleep.” Full lips curve into an evil smile. The blonde stills, a fair amount of shock shifting over his features. “I have never lain with anyone…” he whispers before the anger once again takes over and a moment later he tries to wrench himself from Bal’thial’s grip in order to attack the one he now knows to have violated him while he was unconscious. The ferocity of the blonde’s movements are barely quelled by the enchantments that would keep him completely subdued had it not been for Metalsmith’s work on his collar and for a moment, the tall Captain nearly loses his grip. Rust colored eyes practically light up as Kso’ppghiel attempts to take the advantage to thrash his way free and seconds later the white haired man simply lets him go. He makes it only a single step forward before clawed fingers have wrapped around spiraled horns and his body is again wrenched back. Linen wrapped legs slide around his, sandaled feet tangling with each of his bare own from behind and in one fluid movement, Bal’thial slams them both down onto their knees. Strong arms quickly slip beneath his, the taller man’s hands locking behind his neck and soon he finds his body stretched and held back. Io’fayl smirks. “It seems you have gotten used to those new enchantments far too quickly.” She steps towards the restrained man, settling down before him on one knee while he continues to struggle. “You cannot deny your body…” Her fingers retake their place on his chest. “And you will not deny me.” Ripping the sash off, she slips her hand down over smooth skin covering taught muscle to reach the ties of his pants. Even as those ties are loosened and clawed fingers slip below, his renewed efforts to remove himself are barely noticed when the Queen reaches her goal and soon she begins manipulating his flesh with practiced experience. After several minutes, she frowns as nothing she does has any affect. A sneer of disgust moves over Kso’ppghiel’s lips. “I can easily deny you, whore.” Io’fayl’s freezes at his words, rage welling up in her eyes almost immediately as she pulls her hand roughly away and slams her fist into his face, denting the metal of the mask on impact. She grabs onto blood encrusted hair and pulls back hard, the movement causing previous wounds to reopen as she pulls his head in close to her own. The Queen practically snarls the words out that will break the enchantments before she rips the mask away from his face –his collar followed swiftly after. Her hand latches immediately onto his throat and she clamps down, squeezing hard before yanking him towards herself. “You will never deny me…” the Harbinger struggles for air even as she shoves her lips to his and speaks the spell that will steal him from consciousness, Kso’ppghiel soon falling limp in Bal’thial’s grasp. It takes her several long moments to forcibly remove her hand from his throat, wanting nothing more than to choke the life out of him for his defiance. But she knows that it would give the child what he wants and she will not have that, she will never have it. The Queen manages to pull herself away and she stands, turning from the men so that her Captain will not see how little control she currently has. “Deposit him on the bed. He does not have to be conscious for me to take what I want.” She says as evenly as she she can find it in her to muster. “You will collect him tomorrow morning to discipline him severely. I want no part of his body spared. Is that clear?” “Perfectly, Mistress” Bal’thial’s voice is a near whisper behind her and he takes little time to unwind his legs from Kso’ppghiel’s unconscious form before slipping his arms down to lock around his waist. Dragging the Harbinger up as he rises to his feet, he bends his knees in the slightest while gripping near his abdomen to hoist him completely up. The tall Captain carries the blonde to his Queen’s bed and slides him away from his shoulder to set him on the plush mattress below, his mismatched gaze lingering for the briefest of moments before he turns himself away to face the person still fighting to control herself behind. “I will return to collect him the moment the suns break into the sky.” Io’fayl stands immobile as her Captain offers her the slightest of bows before turning to exit right after. The doors are shut behind him before she finally turns to walk out onto her terrace, allowing a long and frustrated scream to spill from her lips and into the night above where she stands. Her breaths are harsh while she works to calm herself, her curved frame practically shaking with rage. It isn't supposed to be like this, he is supposed to be like his father; devoted and willing but wild and untamed. For a split second, she questions whether or not she should even continue to try, but the thought quickly leaves her mind when rust pupiless eyes find her fallen Harbinger and her determination quickly seeps back in. A moment after her gaze has settled, bare feet begin moving across cold marble to carry her straight to Kso’ppghiel’s side. She is too angry to even attempt to touch him so instead; she settles down beside the unconscious man and watches his face while her thoughts wander back to Mithghiiel once more.
“Fetch my Harbinger.” Io’fayl never bothers to look in her guard’s direction as she barks the order, the man quickly scrambling to do her bidding immediately after. Her struggles with the Northwestern territories were taking far too long for her tastes and if the current trend is allowed to keep on its path, she will begin to lose more of her army than she is comfortable with. They are too well supplied, whereas the mountain range on her southern end often cut off the coast during the winter months, limiting trade and leaving her vulnerable. Her thoughts are interrupted as her Harbinger returns, pulling an almost feline-like smile to her lips at his presence. Mithghiiel kneels down at her front and drops his head in subordination to her, Io’fayl sliding forward on her terrace lounge and claw tips reaching under his chin to lift his gaze soon after. Oh, she does like this one, more so than any that had come before him. She slinks closer, pulling her body free of the lounge and pushing her Harbinger slowly down until his wings meet the warm marble below. Full lips barely meet his as she moves her slender frame into his lap and Io’fayl practically purrs as she speaks. “Gather your army, we will be heading Northwest to eliminate a small problem.” Lust-filled white eyes rise to meet the matching rust colored gaze above before he breaks away to skim his mouth down below her jaw line. “As you wish…” he says directly against heated skin. “Your word is my law. Will you be leading this personally?” Io’fayl attempts to contain herself as his fangs reach her collarbone, a task she finds herself failing quickly. Mithghiiel is very… skilled in his many talents, she has to admit. “Yes. This is something I wish to witness myself.” Tapered fingers move to remove the leather tunic that covers the man she straddles as strong hands travel along her thighs to dip beneath her dress, the two taking little time to remove the barriers that separate them both. “Will I be privy to this new plan?” His breaths come heavier as she moves over him, her form practically melding with his as she positions herself above. Io’fayl leans down to meet her Harbinger’s lips with her own, whispering directly into his mouth as she speaks. “It will be a surprise.”
Bal’thial’s demeanor is distant and cold as he moves past the guard stationed just outside his Mistress’s chambers, heads nodded in respect as usual while he continues towards the winding stairwell beyond. Making short work of the marbled stairs to the level just below, large wooden doors swing open when his room is reached and he moves himself quickly inside. The moment he makes it past the threshold and the doors are secured just behind he finds himself turning only to slam claw tipped fingers into the stone wall at his side. His composure falls away as the anger rises within him and he pulls back once again, the white haired Captain striking the unforgiving marble time and time again. By the time his emotions have begun to quell the wall is stained red with his own blood, heavy breaths leaving him as he presses his hands against it soon after and long plaited hair falling across broad shoulders while the metal adornments capping winding horns chimes softly when he dips his head down. He’s seen his Queen do far worse than what he’d witnessed only a few minutes ago, could barely bring himself to blink when she tore the throat of her previous Harbinger out before him. He’s watched countless times where similar things have been done just as he’s done similar things himself and not once had it ever bothered him the way this is bothering him now. He should never have taken an interest in that man, never allowed himself to become curious or conversed with him on the level that he has. There’s a reason his Mistress keeps them secluded, a reason they are forbidden to all but her… He’s disgusted by the knowledge of what’s being taken from Kso’ppghiel on the levels up above and he has no right to be, any more than he has a right to feel the measure of sympathy he’s finding himself feeling towards the blonde’s plight. His thoughts are dangerous and if he’s not careful… A long sigh leaves Bal’thial’s lips and he finally lifts his head, his mismatched gaze staring ahead at the cracked and splintered wall before shifting over to the broken skin on knuckles. A smirk forms on full lips and he pushes himself back before turning towards the bathe at the far end of the room in order to clean himself up and settle in for what he knows will be a long and tiresome night…
Kso’ppghiel wakes with a start when the spell keeping him under wears off. He looks around, white eyes traveling over the minimally lit room as the suns begin to rise over the terrace. The clinking of enchanted charms reminds him all too clearly that he is still a prisoner and the collar tight and uncomfortable around his sore neck adds a heaviness he has yet to get used to. Looking down he finds the source, he’s been chained to the bed by the ring on the collar like a dog. He pulls but the links are unrelenting, held in place by magic. With a quick scan of the chamber, he finds that Io’fayl is nowhere to be seen and for that he was happy. He does not want to think about what she had done the day before or possibly even this very night. If she were here, he would most certainly attempt to rip her throat out and probably get himself killed in the process. The Harbinger’s eyes travel up to the place his swords lie mounted against the wall, taking some measure of comfort in seeing them, even if he cannot actually touch them. Anger and disgust wells inside of him again at the thought of what his swords and by proxy, the symbol of his family have witnessed of his predicament in her presence. A clicking of the polished wooden doors pulls the Harbinger’s gaze away from his weapons and sends them shooting towards the entrance of the large room just as Bal’thial is stepping through. The stationed guard just outside close those same doors quickly behind him and mismatched eyes lock with anger filled white as he paces towards the blonde with a fair measure of distance showing in his own. “Get up” the tall Captain demands quietly. “Quickly, unless you prefer to remain chained to her bed.”
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