Legends of Belariath

Archaon Ebonscale

Moonlight Bliss

The Forest...

Calm and peaceful, the moonlight above raining down upon the many lush trees and foliage that are abound here..the Drak Sen known as Archaon stepped from the crowded Inn to take it upon himself..a fancied dip in the hot spring waters that lay out in the vast, mysterious forest now before him. It was a solem trip down the path that he took that led towards one known location of hot spring water from which to bathe silently..nothing out of the ordinary save for a few tree branches rustling in the calm wind produced in the air and the melodious call of the birds, and other forms of natural life.

The Spring...

It was a short trip..and the Drak Sen mage had finally come upon the hot springs. Shedding his dark robe, removing his vambraces from the slender, toned forearms..the revealed tattoo upon his right arm showing the depicted tribal/celtic designed dragon of obsidian, blue and black metallic ink, glistening in the offered moonlight...however, what the mage did not realize, was that there was another in the springs. His eyes, his head turned to look upon the wonderful waters of the spring, only to spot a familiar catgirl relaxing within the spring. He had spotted Felicia Faerune..perhaps the most glorious catgirl he'd ever seen in his time here..and grinned deviously to himself.

The Incursion...

Archaon had wicked plans tonight, a curve from what he had planned normally since he had spotted Felicia in the nude, in the water, and with no one else around. The mage quietly slipped into the spring water, the radiating warmth of the waters soothing every muscle and sinew within his body while he came closer and closer to his object of desire, need..lust. Once upon her, his arms quickly moved like a striking snake with the element of surprise, taking the catgirl within his arms, covering her eyes, forcing her towards the edge of the hot springs...a rock, that is where he decided to claim her, rape her, take her..and then he would pin her upon this large stone support..keeping his hand over her eyes while his other held her firmly in place.

The Lust...

Having Felicia pinned to the rock and ready to take and rape her, he indeed then began to assault her, abuse her..having his dark way with her pussy. The rock only added to what he delivered as he punished her upon the massive stone pedestal, the screams of pleasureful pain echoing in the night as he had finally gotten what he so longfully lusted after..the pleasures of this one catgirl that weighed upon his mind for an eternity...however, it would be known that she knew who her assailant was during the rape, and it quickly grew into anger. The Drak Sen had no other recourse but to quell her disturbing defenses by taking her in the one spot he knew would stop her defiance...and thus, he had taken the catgirl's ass. What came next were horrid shrieks, moaning screams... a delightful cacophony of wonderous sounds and noises that served to add to his pleasure.

The Exit...

A while now, the rape continuing as the Drak Sen pounded viciously into the hapless catgirl's rear, spilling his nectar within her in the finale. Satisfied, he withdrew from the scene towards his robe, leaving the poor Felicia to lay there upon the rock..used, abused, lusted upon in his awakened need for her. The mage robed himself, using his clean magic upon him to rid the smudges, the fluids before he began to depart towards the inn, yet he knew...deep down within himself.. this catgirl, Felicia, will be one he'll 'need' over and over again..and in the night, the shadows of the darkened forest, did Archaon disappear...silent as a ghost, quiet and demeanorless as if the entire ordeal had never taken place..towards the inn.

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