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 Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 9:12 pm
Hours passed by unobserved as Haellara sat hunched over a book in the completely silent library, her breathing the loudest thing in the room as it made tiny, barely perceptible puffs of dust rise from the ancient, yellowed pages. She didn't know how long she had been in there alone with her books, and frankly she didn't care. All she really needed was a 10-minute break every hour or so to rest her eyes, and even those she didn't bother to count. She was having too much fun absorbing information on new spells and the ways of sorcery that were open to her. She was willing to bet that she used the house library even more than her own mother had.
Occasionally her thoughts turned to Kyil and Nuumia, and what they were doing. Would tonight be the night that Nuumia would feel himself adequate to accept the role of house patron? Or would it be another night of waiting, or even another few days? In spite of herself, she found herself genuinely wanting to takeNuumia as her house patron a soon as possible; she knew the benefits of having Nuumia be 'well-learned', but she never was very good at expressing patience, especially when she really wanted something.
She knew the hour was drawing near when she heard the subtle sounds of the servants moving about getting things ready for the morning; she even fancied she could smell the hints of breakfast food winding its way to the dining hall. She could picture them all; lighting the sparse candles scattered throughout the house, carrying dishes to the hall, setting the tables, changing the sheets off of her bed and folding the clothes still scattered all over the floor. She bet there was even one in the playroom, mopping up the blood that had splashed everywhere the last time she was there. Mikaril's blood.......she forced down her smile of feral delight; plenty of time for that later; right now, her body was telling her that a little energy in the form of sustenance wouldn't go amiss.
Carefully closing the book and raising up another puff of dust, Haellara extinguished the nearly-spent candle on the reading desk, stood up and gracefully walked through the library, passing ominous shelves full of tomes, and walked out the library doors without a backward glance. Not bothering to change her clothes (what was a bit of dust, when there might only be Nuumia?), she walked silently down the corridor until she entered the dining hall. She saw that the table had already been set, and some of the dishes were laying out, sending up tantalizing wisps of steam. Sniffing appreciatively, Haellara took her place at the head of the table and surveyed the spread. She spied eggs prepared several ways; something she ate sparingly at best; toasted sporebreads with sugar and cinnamon, a small bowl of fruits, pitchers of rothe milk and wine, and even a specially prepared Glimmersea fish.
Rather than wait for Nuumia, Haellara snapped her fingers, calling a servant to her side, and she began loading up her plate, gesturing when a dish was too far away so that the servant could bring it closer.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 9:44 pm
Nuumia found slumber to be very soothing for him. He slept easily, while he kept a nice firm hold on the soft body beside of him. When the morning hours came around, Nuumia stirred and rose on his own. He was used to waking early after all and he did not fight the urge to rise. Stumbling from his bed, he bahed and changed his cloths, so as to get the scent of last nights activities off of him. He drudged himself to the door of his room, and paused to peer inside only long enough to smirk at the slumbering image of Kyil still in his bed. He really did make a pretty bedroom accessory. Maybe he could get used to having him around...maybe...if he didn't lose his head again seeing his Matron obviously favoring him so much...
Nuumia made his way down to the meal hall, rubbing at his eyes as he swung the door open and followed the scent of food. At the sight of haellara, already present and eating, Nuumia's mind quickly sharpened and his steps picked up quickly. "Matron Haellara!" Nuumia eagerly greeted Haellara as he took his own special chair and slipped into it. He didn't bother helping himself tot he food that was present. His attention was entierly taken by Haellara. "I've learned lot's" He declared without being questioned or asked. Nuu sat forwards a bit in his chair so he could eagerly share with his Matron. "Kyil's taught me all the basic stuff I need to know. So I'm all learned. I'm not as good at sexing like he is, but learning all of that is gunna take years he said."
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 10:12 pm
Haellara had just finished heaping her plate high with toast and eggs when Nuumia walked in, looking as though he had had a most productive night. She paused to admire the way he had cleaned himself up and made himself look presentable before turning her attention back to her meal. She listened to Nuumia's happy prattling with patience as she started on her eggs, even sparing a glance at him as he leaned forward, as though to disclose a big secret.
But when the words "I'm all learned" reached her ears, she actually stopped eating, her egg-laden fork hovering over her plate and her mouth open to receive it. Did the young male mean what she thought he meant? That the time had finally come for him to become an official patron and she could find out for herself just how good a teacher her newest plaything had been? Well, this was indeed a great way to start a new day! If this kept up, she might even have no need to visit Mika today; she would have enough ghastly cheerfulness to keep her bustling and focused.
Setting her fork down, she intertwined her fingers and stared keenly at Nuumia. "Are you implying that you are now ready to become my house patron? If so, then I shall have to know a few things. I will not ask you to prove yourself to me first, for I think you know what would happen if I took you to my bed and found you lackig after all these 'lessons' you have taken with Kyil. I wish to know, how soon do you wish the ceremony to be? It is still early enough in the day that if you wish, I can make the necessary arrangements to have it officially done tonight, sometime after the evening meal. I know I am eager; I have made it no secret that I have little patience, but because I wish you to be in top form and completely sure of yourself, I would know if you need more time to prepare yourself." Nodding as she finished, she rested her chin on her interlaced hands and awaited Nuumia's answer.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 10:31 pm
He wanted to be Patron. Right now. He didn't want to wait anymore. He didn't want to sit outside Haellara's room while she spent the night with some other male. He wanted to be her Patron and do what he was supposed to do for her. Nuumia still had not touched any of the food on the table. All he wanted and needed was to have Haellara accept him. He was supposed to serve her after all! Still..Nuumia found himself shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
"I know what I need to know Matron." He was able to easily and eagerly inform her. "The slave taught me things I should pay attention to, and how to serve you and what certain things are called. I don't have all of his skill though. But he's had years to practice. I don't want to wait years to be your patron. I won't be as good as Kyil...but he said I did well and he said that only more practice with you would really make me better. Because it's your desires and your body I really need to become familar with." He wanted to beg her to accept him.
Nuu placed his hands on the table and dug his fingers into the top lightly. "Please. I want to serve you the way I'm supposed to. Kyil said that it's the desire that can make the biggest difference in being a good lover."
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 11:09 pm
Smiling at the eagerness and the way Nuumia seemed to shake with anticipation at being an official member of teh house made Haellara smile all the more. "I take that to be a yes. Very well then; finish your breakfast, and when the dishes are cleared away, I shall make the arrangements. All you need do is find some appropriate attire, and I will send a servant when all is arranged and your presence is needed. How does that sound?"
Already she was running through the arrangements that needed to be made. A priestess (or two!) must be hired to conduct the ceremony, she must dress up (with a wince at the thought), finding a suitable rainment for a matron mother besides the comfortable near-nakedness she was used to, she had to find an item of significance representing the joining, or more like the bondage; she should go to the treasure room and find a good ring. Surely one could be found that would fit on Nuumia's little finger. She also had to notify the staff to prepare finger foods and have the finest wines handy should the priestesses need sustenance. She also had to have her family present.....
That thought took her mind back to the playroom, where her brother Mikaril had doubtless spent a pain-filled night, the next in line of many since his arrival. She would want him present, if to show him the finality of her being the matron mother. She like her brother had barely known their father, with him being mysteriously killed almost right after Mikaril was born, so the entire concept would be foreign to him. But she would have to take steps to ensure that he would not try anything to disrupt the ceremony in any way while it was commencing. She disliked removing him from the rack and the pain-siphoning device, but there wasn't a way to remove it and take it with him; such was the price for having it fastened to the rack itself. Ah well, there were plenty of other wats to ensure the stubborn male's compliance.
After all, someone else would be present also. Smiling, she focused on Nuumia as she finished the last bit of food on her plate. "Oh, I will also see to it that someone clean up and dress Kyil so that he may be present; I shall have need of him to keep Mika compliant while he attends. My brothers can still hold him and guard the doors; that still counts as being present, I think." Wiping her mouth daintily on a napkin, she beckoned the servant to her and leaned to the side to speak to him. "Find a guard to go with Nuumia to his room to look to the pink-eyed male inside. Tell him I ordered him to see to it that he is presentable by tonight. Go." She watched with satisfaction as the servant scrambled off to do her bidding, and as she rose gracefully from her chair, she gave Nuumia one last wink. "Go now and prepare, for by this time tomorrow, you shall be the patron of House Torlyl, and if all goes well afterward, thoroughly learned and adequate. I shall send for you when all is ready." With that, she walked briskly from the room, heading first toward the treasure room, to acquire both ring and another large bag of gold and jewels; a priestess on such short notice, let alone two, would not come cheap. So much to prepare, and only a short time to do it.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 4:39 pm
She was saying yes then? Nuumia's face lit up with such innocent and pure delight. The unimaginable evil act's that could be stirred up behind those black eyes was utterly hidden at that moment. Such decietful innocence was written upon his face. He was going to marry Haellara! He was going to be her patron! Tonight! The morning meal was forgotten and the male leapt to his feet. "I can go get ready Now matron!" Nuumia eagerly replied. "I can eat later. I want to make sure I'm all ready the way I ought to be right away!"
He wanted to rush off immediatly. he wasn't certain exactly what would be needed to prepare him for the ceremony, aside from dressing up of course. He knew he'd have to be nice and pretty and... "Kyil?" That gleeful glow dimmed with a shimmer of unrestrained jealousy. Why did he have to come? Of course, Haellara explained in the next breath, and Nuumia had o accept Haellaras descion. "Of course Matron but...uhm..." He paused, and attempted to think of some sort of excuse that would allow him at least one final jab at Kyil before the ceremony. Ah!
"Why don't I have Kyil attend to me in the bath? We can bathe togeether and he can prepared me all nice and stuff. I'm sure he knows some good things to do for my hair and skin after all. Then we can get dressed together and I can keep him with me until the ceremony."
Of course the servant had already been dispatched, but that was fine. He could catch Kyil still in his room if he left in a few minutes. This was going to be wonderful!!
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 6:00 pm
Calling back as she left "If it will get you both clean!" she walked down the corridor, secretly pleased with the idea of the two males batheing together. Perhaps he would have Kyil wash his hair for him; she could still remember the pleasurable tingles the slave's nimble fingers had left all over her scalp. Nuumia would be in for a real treat if he used Kyil to his full advantage.
She was in and out of the treasure room in a matter of seconds, and by the time she was climbing atop her driftdisc, she had acquired her two biggest brothers, one to flank her on each side as she hovered through the marketplace. She only needed one, but she wanted to look interesting enough and at least a little impressive to the priestesses that she was about to ask to perform the ceremony. Who knows; maybe one of them had conducted a similar ritual for her own departed mother.
She enjoyed her short ride to the temple of Lolth that seemed to be furiously fighting for position in the skyline with the tempe that the Blackened Fist monks resided in. Glaring at the offending building that dared house those who had teh gall to be both male and important, Haellara drifted confidently into the temple, reveling in the heady scent of incense and blood. Spiders crawled all over everything, and she had a moment's pleasure at seeing her brothers dance about in an attempt to not crush any spiders on the steps. Gesturing for them to wait outside, she hovered over the spider-stewn ground and announced herself to the first servant she saw, who in turn dashed off to fetch who she wanted to see.
Finding herself approached by two priestesses of Lolth, Haellara stepped down as a gesture of respect, not even flinching as the spiders began to cheerily crawl all over her feet. "Greetings. I am Matron Haellara Torlyl or House Torlyl, sixth house of Undrek'Thoz. I come before you because I request the presence of you both that you may perform a ceremony linking my very first house patron to me. I will compensate you well...." The first held up a hand, and Haellara shut her mouth like a box. "We will only perform it should the Spider Queen deem it so." Haellara was about to open her nouth and say that her entire life had been devoted to their Goddess in spite of her chosen profession, when the other held her hand up, silencing her further. "We know of your devotion, and it pleases both us and Lolth. We shall perform your ceremony, but we expect you to show the utmost gratitude in the continuation of your sacrifices."
Feeling almost too happy to speak, Haellara could only nod. "Of course! I have been dutifully perfecting my art, and I intend to perform a wonderful sacrifice the very next day our tie is officially announced and.....erm...perfected." A smile grabbed the edges of the second one's mouth as the first one spoke. "Both us and the Goddess look forward to your devotion. When do you require us?"
Haellara left the temple literally floating on air and once again toting an empty bag. She had left the ring with the priestesses for them to perform the necessary binding spells to, and they would be arriving at the end of the standard dinner hour. She wanted to make certain everything was perfect to receive them. She practically flew off of the driftdisc as she arrived back at the house, barging into the kitchen like a tornado to shout out all of the dishes she wanted prepared for the ceremony, and then calling out a few servants to tidy up the throne room, making sure everything was spotless and pristine. Satisfied at seeing all of the servants bustling around her, and after sticking out the butt of her weapon and tripping one for good measure, she headed to the playroom to tell her brother the news.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 6:57 pm
Mikaril had been struggling for hours with the nagging feeling of choking on the string guiding the drips of pain to his throat, even though he knew that it couldn't go down any further. Haellara had stuck it just far enough for him to get the sensation anyway. Even when she did so little to him, she always found a way to make it huge. He still remembered what had happened before; the spell that was like two dozen lashings being inflicted at once; he was never going to forget what that had felt like.
He had spend hours shaking as though he were feverish, the drips causing little painful spasms all over his body and causing him to pull on the relentless leather straps holding his wrists in place. Right now he would have given so much for an hour's rest, but he knew it would never happen. Haellara would just keep giving him the artificial healing the potions provided, forever keeping him from true, restful sleep. It was an effective way to keep his mind forever clouded and his body forever weak, unable to fight back. But he had to; for Kyil's sake, he had to.
It was hours before he finally heard the door open again, and were it not for the clamp holding his mouth open, he might have turned to look at his sister, gathering some hint from her demeanor as to what had transpired between her and Kyil. She seemed very jubilant, almost giddy, and it worried him immensely. Haellara was never happy about something unless it involved inflicting pain. He watched her as she removed the accursed drip string, looking critically at the amount still left in the bottle. Apparently she thought she had set it up to drip too slowly; no matter, she would find a use for it, he was certain.
He watched her lean in close to him, the way she did when she was wanting to tell him something she knew would set him on his heels, so to speak. The whisper came, "Guess what, little brother? I shall be taking a patron." Mikaril felt his chest seize up, and he would have shouted objection or denial, had his sister removed the clamp taht held his mouth open. But it was still in place, and now without the drip, his mouth was rapidly drying out. All he could manage was a small moan, and he saw Haellara laugh. "Oh calm down; it's not Kyil. It's Nuumia; the darling child you and your friend made the acquaintance of before you were brought to me. But he informs me that he is ready to be mine now, and I shall ensure that he serves me as well as Kyil."
She leaned closer to him then, reaching out to stroke one of his ears. He felt the gentle scrape of her fingernails against the skin, and he felt the countless white hairs rise at the touch. "You are to be present, but I cannot have you doing anything to disrupt the wedding, do you understand?" She took the ear she had been caressing and pinched it painfully between her fingers, causing tears to bead in Mikaril's eyes. "If you do anything to disrupt this, or make me look foolish, both you and Kyil will suffer greatly, and I will let Nuumia have his way with Kyil, even if it means killing him." Releasing his ear, he felt her working at the clamp, and finally felt it come loose with a tug. Gasping and wetting his parched mouth with saliva, Mikaril winced as he felt his sister's unwelcome touch on his chest. "I shall fetch you when I am ready. Remeber what I said, and think well on any action you would foolishly decide to take." Placing the liquid pain onto a table, he saw Haellara turn and briskly walk out the door, doubtless to prepare herself for the wedding. He would have a long wait, but at least he would be able to rest his body and go voer his plan, in spite of his sister's warnings. He WOULD get Kyil free, even if it meant staying behind.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 4:35 pm
Nuumia was gone from the table as if a drider was on his heels. He did not slow his pace a single step until he reached his rooms. Throwing open the door, he was happy to see that Kyil was still sleeping peacefully in his bed. Well! It was time for peaceful dreams to fade and vanish. Very much like a child, Nuumia ran across the floor and leapt into the bed. The bed bounced under his landing and Kyil's head shot up. His white hair was slightly fuzzed from the nights rest, and his pink eyes were filmed with that sleepy confusion that came from a startled waking. Nuumia reached his hands forwards and grasped Kyil by the shoulders, after which he gave the waking male a quick shake to speed up the waking process.
"Matron Haellara said yes! I am to be her patron tonight!" Nuumia shared with Kyil his happy news. Kyil, now that he was awake and more focused, blinked at Nuumia in obvious surprise.
"But Lord. Your lessons are not complete." Kyil spoke uncertainly, and he received for his seemingly concerned words a harsh push backwards. Nuumia crossed his arms over his chest and set a narrowed black glare on the pink eyed male.
"Well then you better complete them. Right now. I'm going to be Patron tonight and I have to be ready." Nuumia demanded of Kyil as he wriggled himself off the bed. Kyil's lips frowned slightly, but he bowed his head in compliance to Nuumia's wishes. Nuumia pushed himself off the bed, and started towards his bathroom. With one hand he gestured for Kyil to follow after him. "So what is it I need to know?" He demanded of this silent slave.
Kyil rose and followed Nuumia into the bathroom quietly, and he only spoke under Nuumia's verbal prodding. "Well, you know basically what sex is. How it happens and such. But you are unrefined. You need more practice and frankly a little more stamina. Mistress Haellara may require more out of you then you are capable of giving."
As Kyil spoke, the two males tended to preparing the bath. Kyil began to draw the water in the small single person tub, and Nuumia collected a armful of towels. Strangely, Nuumia showed no signs of jealous anger or rage at Kyil's perspective. Instead he dumped the towels on a nearby bench and shrugged his shoulders.
"I'll just make myself keep going." Nuumia determined, then gave a start at the sudden laugh that came from Kyil's lips. It was utterly unexpected from the slave, and Nuumia stared unbelieving at Kyil as he fingered through the various untouched bottles upon a stone bookshelf. "What is so funny?" Nuumia demanded.
Kyil gathered a small selection of bottles into one arm and looked over at Nuumia. "Forgive me Lord. It is just... you say you will keep yourself going. When in truth it will be Mistress Haellara who will determine how long your body performs." Kyil crossed over to the tub and began to set the bottles down upon the table set up by the tub for such a purpose. Nuumia's features betrayed a clearly unhumorous expression. Kyil focused on rearranging the bottles before him. The uncomfortable silence was preferred to Nuumia's usual flash's of anger, and when Kyil peered up through his bang's he was strangely relieved to see a thoughtful expression upon Nuumia's face.
"The bathwater about done?" Nuumia asked, and Kyil nodded his head in response.
"Just a few more moments. What..exactly were you wishing me to do Lord?" Kyil had to admit he had a vague idea what would be required, but he felt moved to be clear about this.
Nuumia casually wandered over to the tub and he peered into the clear waters before he spoke. "I want you to wash me. Nice and clean and do that special water thing. Oh. And some kinda lotion. And I want you to make me really nice for Matron Haellara. I want to be as appealing as possible. Then you got to do the same for yourself. This is a real special occasion and we have to be cleaned up really good."
Kyil tilted his head a little as he listened to Nuumia. It surprised him a little, yet at the same time it did not. After his personal modeling for Haellara, Kyil could understand the importance of preparing Nuumia physically. Perhaps if Haellara was more satisfied with Nuumia she would have little interest in his company. At least nightly. Then he could avoid the guilty feeling that followed upon waking up in her bed. Kyil knew it really was innocent enough, but the comfort seemed a dangerous thing. Like a temptation that he feared he would not be able to identify if he continued to indulge in it. "Of course Lord."
As Kyil finished the preparations for his bath, Nuumia left the bathroom for a few moments. It was only long enough for him to speak with a servant and send it scampering to collect some things. By the time he returned the bath was fully drawn and Kyil was standing with his hands folded before him. In short order nuumia stripped and slipped into the pleasingly hot water. Unlike most who would take a moment to relax and indulge in the soaking heat, Nuumia gestured at Kyil. "Okay. Do...whatever it is you do."
Kyil stepped to the tub and began to scrub starting with Nuumia's back. He had to admit that this was a bit...different then what he was used to doing. Nuumia hardly cared for the care and attention that Kyil was paying to him. his attention was focused elsewhere and he sat with a tense impatience that left Kyil feeling as if perhaps he was not doing so good of a job after all. Still, he was able to scrub the surface of Nuumia's body through with a rough brush so as to strip away the firmer top layer of skin and dirt. From the point of his noes to the soles of his feet. What struck Kyil as terribly odd was the lack of reactions he gained. At least most drow had a twitch when a sensitive area was brushed against. Nuumia showed no signs of even a faint ticklish spot.
Kyil continued to tend to Nuumia as far as washing his hair even. Much to Nuumia's dismay, Kyil found need to wash his hair not once or twice, but four times in order to properly soften the long black strands. "Lord, when was the last time you had your hair trimmed?" Kyil questioned him as he inspected the tips of Nuumia's hair between two fingers. Nuumia blinked and glanced over his shoulder at Kyil.
"Trimmed?" he repeated. Well, that answered Kyil's question didn't it? Kyil shook his head slightly and gestured for Nuumia to rise. At the gesture, Nuumia climbed out of the bath and tended to drying himself off. Kyil used that time to find a pair of scissors and he drew a chair into the middle of the floor. Nuumia eyed the scissors as he dropped his towel to the floor, and he glanced at his hair. "Do you really have to cut it? Isn't it fine as it is?"
"Lord, you have several split ends, and the tips of your hair feel very stiff." Kyil spoke as Nuumia sat down in the chair. Nuumia huffed a little, and sat against the back of the chair as Kyil swept a comb through his hair and straitened it. Kyil took care in trimming Nuumia's hair. He evened out the ends, and clipped his bangs to give him a slight more body to the fall of black. Coupled with the treatments from the washings, Nuumia's hair shone like a well cared for black silken curtain. Even Nuumia had to drag his fingers through the soft black length after it dried.
As Nuumia marveled at his hair, Kyil moved on to the other things Nuumia seemed in terrible need of. His toes needed buffing, cleaning, and trimming. The same sadly was needed for his hands. Nuumia sat through the treatments with a small frown. Kyil could tell the dark male wasn't too happy with having to sit through the 'beauty' treatments. But...the desire to please Haellara was incredibly strong. Nuumia would have chosen to sit through a treatment painful if only for the opportunity to make Haellara happy with him. Kyil...could respect that. he could understand that. And for that reason he paid extra attention to Nuu.
Nuu shifted only to vent some of his boredom and anxiety. He had no idea that such bathing was going to take so long. It seemed like the hours were slipping by like seconds. Just when he thought that they were done, Kyil seemed to come up with something new to do. Nuumia suffered without complaint as Kyil rubbed some weird sort of stone over his feet and any part of his skin that seemed to be a little tough. After which he spent almost a full hour rubbing some weird scented lotion into his full body. That had both been enjoyable and weird. Finally though Kyil deemed Nuu ready to get dressed. Nuu found that walking on his newly softened feet left him with a odd sensation.
Kyil assisted Nuumia in selecting a few adornments to wear. The small male fussed very little as Kyil placed a pair of simplistic silver earrings in his ears. However, he refused to let Kyil place any rings upon his fingers. "No. I like my hands free in case I need to use my weapons." He explained as he carefully tucked his fingerblades into their special sheaths inside of his pockets. Accepting this, Kyil moved on to take his own bath and prepare himself. Nuumia was now ready, and fretful of the pending marriage ceremony. He had no idea what to expect. Though he knew that he was ready for it.
Kyil bathed himself, he applied his own lotions and colognes. His bath took only half as long as Nuu's due to the care he had been able to apply lately. The servant that haellara had sent to help tend to Kyil had been sent by Nuumia to fetch Kyil's cloths before his bath, so when the slave exited the bathchambers Kyil had his cloths available. Kyil picked through the clothing and selected a simple dark purple skirt with a gold sash to wear. He did not wish to overdress when the focus was meant to be on Nuumia this night. Still...
"Lord. We are prepared but..there is something more I wish to do. May I... return to my old room?" Kyil carefully questioned Nuumia. Nuu lifted his head and fixed Kyil with a searching gaze.
"Hnnn...yes...but then come right back here. I want to practice kissing before the ceremony." Nuumia decided. He waved Kyil off with one hand, and Kyil quickly exited the room. Well...he supposed Nuumia might have been nervous, and for that reason he supposed the kissing practice would be a outlet for some of that nervous energy. Still, Kyils lips twisted into a faint frown. He felt a sense of minor frustration. Why was that? He didn't want to comply with Nuumia's wishes. And the lessons were well over with were they not? Nuumia did not need any more kissing lessons. So why did he want another session?
The possibility that Nuumia enjoyed it worried Kyil. As long as Nuumia only seemed interested in their physical encounters for the sake of learning, Kyil hoped that eventually they would cease altogether. But if he enjoyed them? Kyil shook his head unhappily at that unfinished thought. He was able to distract himself from those unpleasant wanderings when he reached Aldzi's room. The kitchen male was not present, and Kyil assumed it was due to the extra activity. He kneeled by his cot and drew out the small over the shoulder bag that he kept his items in.
From within the bag, he withdrew two pairs of long dangling earrings, a trio of different length gold chains, a ring for each middle finger, a thick banded bracelet for each wrist, and a long chain that he wrapped around one ankle three times. When he was done Kyil felt a slight blush burning at his cheeks. He had dressed in garments meant to downplay his attractiveness so the focus could be set on Nuumia, and then he ended up adding more glittery items then Nuumia was wearing. Kyil brushed his fingers over the necklaces and felt the faint thrum of the magic within them. Well... Nuu had said they both had to look good. Kyil tucked his bag back under the cot and returned to Nuumia's room. They still had a few hours before the evening hour and Nuu would be sure to use every minute of it with his 'practice' session. Kyil sighed to himself as he re-entered Nuumia's room. It was best to appease the Patron wasn't it? It wasn't as if he'd be leaving this place anytime soon and favor was something he needed to gain if he wished to keep Nuumia from hurting him anymore...
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:29 pm
As soon as she had left the playroom, Haellara called a two of the smaller, younger servants to her. "Come with me to my quarters and help me to prepare for the ceremony tonight. Do a good enough job and I might exempt you from selection for the celebratory sacrifice." Smiling at the obviously cowed pair, Haellara began a brisk trot to her room, hearing the unsteady patter of the two behind her. When she had reached her room and entered, she noticed that Kyil's new cothes still lay all over the place from her own private fashion show. She turned in the doorway and rapped her weapon on the floor, gesturing at the large male that appeared. "Take these to Nuumia's room; they will be needed."
The next few hours were spent getting ready. She had a long, luxurious bath, soaking in water full of heavily scented oils and perfumed bubbles while the servants carefully shaped her nails and combed her hair until it shone like spun gold. They were nowhere near as adept and skilled as Kyil had been, but they sufficed. After all, there was no other in the house specifically trained to wait on her in this fashion. Usually, she preferred to do things herself despite her love of being pampered. She knew there were some things she was better at doing herself, and too many servants just got in the way, which usually made her angry.
After a long soak, she wrapped herself in a long, soft towel and moved to the front of the fireplace, where before the glowing embers, she sat naked and cross-legged upon the towel while her servant dried her hair and prepared it to be styled. She loved the warmth of the fire, and her closed eyes ensured her of no pain from the sudden little bursts of light as the fire continued to die. If any should land on her towel, a servant would hastily move to brush the offending speck away. She looked down and watched the droplets dry on her skin, smiling at how perfectly her skin shone.
She rose up and walked to the bedroom, leaving her towel behind. While one moved to pick up the now-damp towel and clean up the bathroom in her wake, the other went ahead of her to hastily open her wardrobe and began arranging sets of clothing out for her. For the first time since she went in her room, a frown creased her forehead. Most of these things she hadn't worn since her mother died; she had always hated covering up, preferring to run about in her own style of dress, which usually consisted of less than a standard set of undergarments. The thought of her having to wear those itchy, uncomfortable clothes made her grit her teeth. Still, she certainly wanted to make the best possible impression on the priestesses when they arrived, and if that meant wearing itchy clothes, than so be it.
In the end, she settled for wearing her standard blue robe festooned with shimmering spiderweb, but instead of her favorite 'garment', which was little more than a dressed-up brassiere made mostly of black pearls and mithral, she chose a dark silver half-shirt that exposed her stomach and featured two points that ended at her collarbone and clung to her skin with the suppleness of tight leather. She chose a bottom that had a slit going up the side of each leg, embroidered with a design of tiny spiders weaving webs that branched out into the pant. She selected a thin belt made of mithral with a large spider with an opal abdomen adorning the center.
After selecting a pair of thin-heeled boots that went halfway up her shins, Haellara sat down at her vanity and allowed one servant to style her hair while the other selected various powdered minerals to adorn her eyes and liquids to paint her mouth. She smiled as she watched herself take shape; her hair was gently dried and teased until it formed her usual curled waves. The servant began strategically placing strands of cobweb in her hair, carefully and meticulously decorated with black rainbowed glitter, while the other servant respectfully gestured for her to close her eyelid so that he could begin painting it. Her small spider-shaped circlet was replaced with a larger, more impressive one that curled around to her ears and ended in two points, with a mithral spider dominating the center and sticking its two foremost legs down to where they met barely past her eyebrows in a third point. The other servant had finished painting one eye; the design encompassed her eye in purpleand swept up in an inward curve toward her ears, picking up traces of blue and green further up.
Once the other eyes was completed, Haellara stood up, admired herself briefly and dismissed the servants, who were only too glad to dash out of the door before she could make them do anything else. She did not follow long after, her graceful stride causing her robe to swish pleasantly against her legs. She smiled as she saw servants pause at their chores to stare at her as she walked by; if her servants had enough gall to do that, to not pretend that their mistress had always looked so good, then the priestesses were sure to be pleased. She came across one of her big brawny brothers and gestured wordlessly for him to follow.
When she reached the playroom, she let her brother follow her and she walked up to Mikaril, smiling as she gave herself a slow twirl like a child in front of a mirror. "How do I look?" she chirped, and without waiting for an answer, she grabbed the bottle of pain and walked over to the shelf, where she deftly put a pinch of something into the beaker, turning the mixture a sullen dark green. She walked back over and explained as she opened Mikaril's mouth and poured the mixture down. "I have toned down some of the drug's effects; it won't do to have you screaming or muttering during the ceremony. I've made it so that all you will feel is the typical wooziness, and a milder form of the pain." She removed the now-empty bottle and waited for Mikaril to lapse into a thick gluey half-sleep, and then she had her brother bind him with ropes as she undid his bonds. Fastening the ropes so that he could only move far enough to move in a shuffling half-walk, she cast her spell once more to remove him from the rack, then her brother roughly set him up and guided him by the arms. As soon as she saw Mikaril complying by moving forward in a daze, Haellara walked out of the playroom and toward the throne room, a small procession heading for what promised to be a monumental occasion.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:44 pm
After what seemed like a long, though actually restful wait, Mikaril found himself looking at Haellara dressed up in a way he hadn't seen her in a long time. He wanted so badly to reply to her when she asked him how she looked, even though she wasn't expecting an answer; that she looked like a rat draped in bat guano, or a female of questionable morals selling her body on a shadowy street corner, but the words just would not come. It had been so long since he had seen his sister actually look like a proper female, he couldn't deny that she looked.....ravishing.
He saw her take the liquid pain and adjust it to change its color, and as she made him drink it, he felt relief at her words, that it would be more focused on him being drugged out of his mind rather than suffering pain and seeing hallucinations that would frighten him and cause him to disrupt the ceremony. The newly concocted brew still burned, but instead of causing his body to be riddled with pain, he felt his body going numb and somewhat rubbery, his mind growing fogged and making it harder to focus. He barely felt the spell take hold or notice as he pulled free from the rack, but when his brother grabbed his shoulders in his meaty hands and pushed him forward, complying seemed the easiest thing to do. He walked in a daze, barely registering his surroundings.
He could vaguely hear Haellara's voice in front of him, but it droned in a pleasant hum, and he found himself smiling in spite of himself. This was something he liked better; no pain or worry; just a world of soft fuzz and gentle hums. He couldn't even remember why he was there, and he didn't care so long as he wasn't being hurt. Hell, he didn't even care that he had no clothes on; Haellara had not bothered to clothe him in order to put forth his status as a prisoner and a disgrace, but he didn't really feel anything. Something tiny nagged at him that this wasn't right, that he should be trying to focus, but the rest of him was telling him not to fight it, to just relax and take advantage of his temporary lapse into a world of non-pain.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:31 pm
In order to set a proper impression, Nuumia had Kyil follow him to the throne room. They were earlier then needed, but Nuumia was positive that this would set a proper example. he might be small, and easily overlooked...but he would put forth a proper male attitude and be willing and eager to please his Matron. Plus, he liked the small amount of power he weilded at that moment. Nuu walked past guards with his head held high and his nose in the air. They may have had a few inch's of height on him, but he had a world of difference in the importance of his position in the House now. Having the pretty and meek appearing Kyil walking in his shadow also did quite a lot for his self esteem and pride.
When they arrived at the throne room, Nuumia unhesitantly walked to where he suspected his place was near the throne, and he gestured for Kyil to follow him. "Stand over here. Behind me a bit." Nuumia gestured for Kyil to take up a position nearby. Though, after a moment he reached up and grabbed Kyil by the shoulders and pushed firmly down. "No wait..Kneel. that's a better position for a slave." He determined. Nuumia stood and watched as Kyil knelt, then nodded his head in satisfaction. There! Now! All that remained for them was the ceremony! Nuumia waited eagerly, his smile never dimming. Not even as the rest of the House gathered in the throne room.
Well, it did dim a little as the pair of priestesses arrived. Suddenly Nuumia found himself the focus of a lot of judging scrutiney. His head dropped a little, and his sense of eager pride faded under the unfriendly gaze of the females. In the end he almost felt the urge to kneel the same way he had forced Kyil to. It was only when haellara entered the room that he was able to his eyes from the floor. his smile returned to his lips. Wow..she was just...wow.
matron Haellara was always beautiful in Nuumia's eyes. But now she looked absolutly divine. Like she was touched by the Goddess' favor herself. he was so fortunate! He was going to be a really good Patron! This Nuumia swore to himself as he watched haellara sweep through the room. He was going to make her happy to have him...and he was going to make sure that nothing ever threatened his Matron -ever-.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:31 pm
There was a heavy feeling on Kyil's shoulders as he followed Nuumia down the hallway. His mind was distracted. Nuumia had been rather intense during their kissing. Far too intense. he was certain it was because of the pending marrige ceremony. Still, it made Kyil feel sick to his stomach. he had not enjoyed the kissing in the least. Kyil's head lifted as he followed Nuumia into the throne room. His pink eyes swept over the busy servants making last minute preparations, then he focused on Nuumia. His future patron seemed to be very caught up in making certain he was going to be the center of the attention, so Kyil felt no shame when he was forced to his knee's. Instead, he shifted back, so that he was sitting with his leeg's tucked under him, and he bowed his head so that he would not prove to be a distraction.
Yet somehow he felt that he was. Even as the room filled, he felt a uneasy amount of attention placed upon him. It had to be his imagination of course. Still...Kyil found himself highly uneasy when he caught the eyes of the priestesses at different times looking him over. He would have much rather preferred to have been standing at attention amoung the throng of household servants and slaves then decoratively sitting at Nuumia's heels like a trained pet lizard. There came a moment of hush then, and when most eyes turned to haellara...Kyil's own pink were drawn to the pitiful naked male being ushured along by her flanking guard. Kyil felt a sick coldness and a anger spark within his heart at the state Mikaril was brought in. She could have at least dressed him. His vacant eyes and staggering manner made it obvious he was unaware of his situation. Thankfully really. But still. She could have allowed him the dignity of a pair of pant's! All eyes were most likely turned to her, but all Kyil could do was gaze pityingly upon the form of his friend and feel the shame that he surely would have known Mikaril would have felt in this situation.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 4:41 pm
As Haellara reached the door to the throne room, she was confronted by a nervous guard looking as though he had been caught trying to peer through the crack of the door at all of the festivities. Hearing the approach of the trio, he had swirled around and stood there fidgeting at the approach of his matron. "Erm...Mistress! Th-the patron- I mean future patron is in there ready, and...and the priestesses have just arrived-" Rolling her eyes and shoving the babbling fool aside, she peered through the crack between the doors, nodding slightly as she did so. "Looks like Nuumia has Kyil kneeling. Do the same with Mika; we want it to be symmetrical."
That being said, she pushed open the door and strode into the room, ignoring the shuffling behind her and focusing on the gasps and murmers she was causing among the small crowd of house members. She had no trouble bringing a smile to her face as she saw Nuumia's look of adoration and even the priestesses looked mildly approving, which she knew was probably the highest compliment she could receive. She spared a glance for the surrounding area; behind the gathering, tables loaded with plates of delicate-looking finger foods and small sparkling goblets of wine. The throne room itself looked spotless, and she fancied she could almost see her reflection on the polished stone floor.
She took her time walking up, and then she took her place on the left side, pleased that Nuumia had chosen the correct side to place himself on. She pared one glance at the form of Kyil kneeling, not even bothering to turn and see the prone form of her brother also being made to kneel. Why should she; she knew her brother would carry out her order, and it wasn't as though Mika was in any condition to resist. Taking a deep, quiet breath, she focused her gaze on Nuumia. How handsome he looked! Kyil had certainly done a great job helping Nuu get ready. Of course, she would be sure to give all of the credit to Nuumia, if she complimented him at all; slaves, after all, were not supposed to count for much.
The priestesses stood up straight like two imposing pillars, and as soon as the first one cleared her throat, the room became as silent as death. The first one began a ferverent prayer to Lolth, speaking of Haellara's past devotion to the Spider Queen and how this new addition to the House of Torlyl would only serve to further the Spider Queen's glory. As the first one spoke, the second one produced the ring that Haellara had given the pair earlier, which now bore the symbol of House Torlyl and gave off a magical aura. When the first one stopped speaking, the second one held up the ring over the heads of the pair. "This ring shall serve as a symbol to the new patron, reminding him of his continuing and absolute devotion to Haellara Torlyl and Lolth, to whom she is devoted. He shall wear it forevermore, unless the matron sees fit to release him in punishment and disgrace, but for as long as he remains in her favor, so shall he be forever bound to her, serving her in any way she sees fit."
The priestess then handed the ring to Haellara, who gestured for Nuumia to hold out his hand. She slipped the ring upon his finger and clasped his hand as the first priestess spoke again. "May Lolth look upon this binding and new addition with the utmost favor in her sight. May he serve you well, may he prove adept at all of his duties, and may the both of you bear many strong, healthy females." With a brief nod, both priestesses stepped back, letting the pair dominate the scene. The ceremony was over. Smiling the closest she would ever come to a gentle smile, Haellara caressed Nuumia's hand, letting her fingers glide over the shining ring that rested on his finger. Freeing her right hand, she gestured to Nuumia and faced the crowd. "I now proclaim this male to be Nuumia Torlyl, the house patron. You will all show him the respect the title carries, or face me." With that, she nodded her most grateful thanks to the two priestesses, she grasped Nuumia's hand a little harder with her left and proceeded to walk back toward the throne room entrance. They would make the exit on ceremony, maybe even steal a few moments alone in her room, and then rejoin the rest of the house in the throne room. In the meantime, the priestesses would be free to either leave or help themselves to the refreshments; nobody told Lolth's servants what to do but Lolth herself.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 5:04 pm
The world was filled with hums and fuzzy images as Mikaril continued to be led by his brother into the throne room. The small nagging voice that kept insisting that this was not right, that he should be doing something, continued to nag at him like a fly stuck inside his ear, but he figured it would soon drown in the throng of hums and buzzes that came from the vaguely crowd-colored blurs off to his right. He was aware of walking on something hard and smooth, and then he felt his brother push down on his shoulders. He obediantly lowered himself down to a kneeling position, blinking slowly at the chill of the stone floor seeping into his leg.
As the droning of the priestess reached his ears, he found himself suddenly being able to understand a few words, then a few more, until the buzzes and hums gave way to murmers and the flat, emotionless sound of a female giving praise to Haellara's devotion to Lolth. He slowly raised his head and peered around through his matted hair, blinking as the blurs became the throne room, crowded with what had to be the entire staff of servants, and straight ahead of him, in a similar kneeling position...... He blinked at Kyil, trying hard not to hide his surprise....or his admiration. Kyil looked absolutely wonderful; his hair was clean and perfectly in place, and his clothes were fresh and new. He looked almost good enough to get bonded himself, and yet he was beside Nuumia, kneeling the way a good servant should. He spared a glance down at himself, and he brought his head back up again as quickly as he could while still maintaining his drugged state; Hael WOULD make him come to her bonding naked.
His eyes suddenly sharpened as his wits returned. This was it; Haellara's bonding with Nuumia. With the two priestesses present (he had counted the pairs of feet, too nervous to lift his head that high), it would be the last place to suspect anything on his part, and it would surely be the only time he would ever be this close to her, and with his feet still tied in rope with barely enough room to walk, he had to be close. As he heard the end of the ceremony, he carefully shifted his feet beneath him until he was crouching on the balls of his feet, keeping an eye on Haellara's booted feet as they came steadily closer.
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