Legends of Belariath

Stormbringer and naiya{SB}

The Taking of Naiya - Part One

The small dryad stood uneasily, hands playing with her long tresses and shifting her weight from foot to foot. She didn't quite manage to look at the much larger male as she said in a small voice “I... was summoned to you? ... Sir?”

”Yes, girl, Stormbringer replied, “Come closer so that I can see you properly. A vague gesture stressed the fact that the room was dimly lit with only a few candles. Naiya took a few hesitant steps forward, eyes darting around the room like a caged animal, taking note of all items... just in case.

The living room of the Emperor's apartments was richly decorated with expensive carpets and tapestries covered most of the walls. Chairs and tables dotted the room and there was a large fireplace where some embers flickered, but the most inviting and well-used area was covered by large soft cushions. Stormbringer was sitting there, leaning back and quite relaxed, with his arms resting on heavily muscled legs, not making any threatening moves at all, just quietly watching the girl.

Naiya stammered, “M...may I ask what I was summoned for?” She couldn't quite relax, but now that she could see a bit more of the man's body language, some of tension had flowed out of her. He appeared pleased that she was the one to break the silence, assessing her nervous mannerisms and careful to make no aggressive movements, confident that his bearing radiated enough power without need of more overt demonstrations.

”I've seen you around the Inn for some time now.”

Naiya ducked her head in acknowledgment, one hand reaching back to the lute case that was almost always on her shoulder, and then stopped. “Aahh... I hope my playing and tuning hasn't offended?” Stormbringer smiled in a friendly fashion. “No indeed, I enjoyed your artistry and I'm pleased you brought the instrument.”

The nymph looked a bit confused and mentally off balance. “Aaah, well I didn't know exactly what I was wanted for, she said, “and...” her voice trailed off into confused and nervous silence.

”I may wish to listen to you play later, but for now I want to learn more about you,” Then the large man shook his head in apparent self-annoyance “But I'm forgetting myself. Please pour us both some wine and then come sit beside me here. Wine and stories go well together don't you think?”

Naiya bit her lip and turned around, looking for the sideboard she remembered seeing. “W... which wine would you prefer? I see... a couple here. ... ... Sir.” she appended the title after a moments thought, belatedly remembering herself.

”Why don't you choose?”

The girl blinked, and then in a rather nervous babble said “Oh, I'm no judge of wine... A glass or two and I pass out, so I don't drink much really... Sir,” while fumbling amongst the bottles and picking one almost at random. She found glasses and absently wiped them clean on her tunic, then poured a full glass and one about half full, slowly bringing them towards the man and presenting him with the fuller one.

Slowly he took the glass from the girl, avoiding rapid movements that would increase her nervousness and smiled, sipping the wine. “A good choice.” Then gesturing to the cushions, close but not too close, “Now tell me about yourself.”

Naiya sat very lightly on the edge of the furniture, almost birdlike as she held the glass in both small hands, but didn't drink. “Me? Oh, there's not much to know... Sir. Just a dryad from a forest quite east from here and found my way here most by accident.” she answered, her eyes never meeting the Emperor's face, yet seeming always on him. Stormbringer avoided looking at her body too obviously; there was plenty of time. So his eyes were almost always on the dryad's face when she caught their direction.

Casually sipping at the wine he said, “Oh there must be more to it than that. But relax a bit and have some of that wine. It will help you to play better for me later.” If there was any dual meaning in the word play, it went over the girl's head completely. Naiya made a little sound of resignation, and took a small sip of wine as she tried to collect her scattered thoughts, still watching the man's every move warily. She opened her mouth to speak, and then paused for a few moments.

”I... well I don't remember parts of my journey very well. I was... not exactly in my right frame of mind Sir.” The last 'Sir' seems to slip out much easier as she was slightly distracted. Stormbringer made no move towards the girl, just sipping the wine and nodding occasionally, eyes friendly and interested. After a pause of several long uncomfortable moments, the words just came out, tumbling over each other. “My tree... well, it vanished one day, along with a large section of the forest I used to protect and serve. It wasn't destroyed, just... elsewhere.”

”So you set out to find it?”

Naiya said, “I think... with the pain and the panic and all, I went slightly crazy. And yes, I had to go searching for it. I don't remember much of the journey, there was just this feeling that I had to go west... or be ripped in two inside.”

”And you ended up here”

The dryad nodded slowly, taking another sip of wine. Her knuckles went white for a moment on the stem of the glass as Stormbringer shifted position slightly, but she didn't quite flinch. “After a long time traveling and a most... interesting interlude yes,” she replied. A sad smile touched her lips for a moment as she looked back at her lute case.

”Well that is probably enough for you to remember for now, the man said. “Finish your wine and then you can express yourself with some music for me.”

Naiya gulped down the rest of wine in her glass, and hastily (if a little unsteadily) put the glass aside and unstrapped her lute from her back. Removing her instrument from its case, she started tuning it quietly, her body language shifting to a much more relaxed stance as she went through the soothing motions of so many practices. Finished tuning, the little dryad's deft fingers started to stroke a soft, breezy melody from the lute, flashing over the strings to cause images of the outdoors, capricious nature and the solid community of a forest.

StormBringer listened while leaning back, and then casually stroked Naiya's hair.

”Don't stop, you play very well.” She flinched for a moment, and then relaxed again as a large hand pulled and played with her hair but kept playing without missing a beat, the chords and counter melody springing around the tune with ease. Listening to the music and making no other moves towards the girl, the Emperor waited for the music to fade away, then reached over Naiya's shoulder and handed her his empty glass. “Go fill this for me please, and then you can continue. Get one yourself if you wish.”

Naiya, who had been feeling more relaxed with her playing, the warmth, and the wine combined, blinked in surprise as the spell was broken, and started a little. “Ah... yes... Sir.” she stammered, and carefully set her lute aside and took both glasses. Filling the two glasses, again her own only half full she returned, steps not unsteady but much looser than when she had entered the room. She handed the glass back to him, still not meeting his gaze.

Taking the glass from the girl, Stormbringer gestured for her to sit again.

Looking slightly bemused, she sat as instructed, taking another small sip from the wine and then setting it down to reclaim her lute. As she picked up the instrument the much larger man placed a soft yet insistent hand on the dryad's slender shoulder, pressing her slightly so that her back was resting against the side of his raised knee. “There, lean back and relax while you play.” Naiya quivered, every muscle tensing as the hand rested on her shoulder, but she resisted for only a moment, feeling very strange. Swallowing, she trembled once, and then relaxed against his knee as she returned the lute, then started to almost subconsciously play a tune that was a well known ballad, a much simpler piece than before.

Sipping the wine with his left hand while leaving the right on her shoulder, not moving it, seeming almost to have forgotten its presence there, Stormbringer murmured, “Maybe you can sing too, girl?” The playing remained very accomplished, but it appeared the girl's attention was a bit split. For some reason the question also raised a blush to her face, but she simply nodded and, after working through the bridge of the song, she opened her mouth and her singing voice, surprisingly low and velvety for such a small body, started to merge with the liquid tones from the lute.

Stormbringer waited for the song to reach its conclusion, and then said “Now it's my turn to entertain you. Set down your lute and take up your glass again.” Naiya came back to herself with a start. “E... entertain me?” she asked with surprise, not quite pulling away from the leg and hand. With slightly unsteady hands, she replaced the lute in the open case, and picked up her glass again, her nervousness returning.

This would be a slow game, the man was fully aware of that. There wasn't much that happened within the Inn he was ignorant of, so he knew he could easily take and use that small body if he so chose. She would probably even enjoy it and if not, he certainly had enough magic to give her the illusion of enjoyment. But that wasn't the aim. He wanted something more permanent and freely given, and to achieve that she first had to trust, or at least be confused enough to accept the inevitable.

So it was that, instead of the ‘entertainment' she feared Stormbringer began to talk, small stories from his past about simple events that happened as he had adventured and explored; many taking place in the forests or by rivers or by the sea shore, most having some amusing aspect to them. Naiya blinked rapidly, at first in unbelief, then slowly with gathering appreciation of that small storytelling ability and the stories themselves. Her face became a mask of concentration, slightly dulled by wine as she attempted to remember what was said, in the way a bard should.

While talking the large man gradually shifted his position, until after about 30 minutes, the dryad was actually reclining back against the inside of his raised left knee instead of the outside of the right one, leaning back across his lap with the hand still laying against her shoulder to familiarize the girl with his touch. She seemed unaware of the shift, paying close attention to the words, visions of other places and things undreamed of in her rather isolated existence dancing in her eyes. Still talking quietly, the Emperor slowly began to massage the little dryad's shoulder and stroke her hair, the back of his hand brushing against her face. At first she blinked at the touch to the warm skin of her cheek, brought back to herself for a moment from wandering along with his stories. She tensed, a flash of fear in her face, but only for a moment before her tiny body relaxed once more. But her slightly unfocused eyes were a bit... confused.

Once more Stormbringer broke the mood, turning the girl's face to look at himself by holding her chin gently. “This is making me dry. Go and get me some more wine, girl, and for yourself too.”

Naiya struggled back up out of the man's lap, picking up both glasses a bit unsteadily, sloshing the remains of hers accidentally as she wove over to the sideboard. With a look of extreme concentration she poured something into both glasses, unsure whether it was from the same bottle as before or not. Her skin had flushed to a warm green under its normal brown hue, and her eyes were slightly crossed as she moved back towards the cushions with exaggerated care, both glasses full.

Taking one of the glasses before she spilled it, Stormbringer gestured for the little dryad to sit back down, this time fully on his lap; which she did, or to be more precise, half-controlled the fall, her tiny body almost no burden at all against his strong legs. Blinking slightly owlishly up at the man, taking a small sip from the wine as she looked him fully in the face for the first time she asked, “W...what... ddee err... do you... want from me? Why... why call me in here?”

Though the question was asked forthrightly, she seemed to brace herself for the answer, a little afraid, yet also brave enough to take whatever should come. The man looked down at the small form with a half-smile, unconcerned whether it took an hour or a year to gain what he wanted, considering his reply. “What did you think I wanted?” Putting his right arm out to steady her, the hand rested across the girl's waist.

Naiya screwed up her face in distaste, the wine in her head perhaps taking precedence over her common sense, but honest as she only knew how to be. “What every male seems to want from me. And likes to take ha... *hic* hard too. Is... Are you... wanting this from me?” she asked, trembling a little, but not flinching now.

Stormbringer smiled wider. “Well if I wanted it, do you think you could stop me?”

Naiya made a noise of frustration and balled up her fist, punching him on the leg. “So it is what you want! Stop you? In here? Your room with the...” she pointed with a wavering finger in what might be the general direction of the exit, “door no doubt locked? You... you try to find me in a forest big man....” The girl's punch had about the effect of a six week old kitten's, but she looked more angry than scared now.

Laughing aloud and then suddenly grasping Naiya's hair, the Emperor turned her face up and kissed the dryad deeply before releasing her. “So..... if I wanted to take you hard, you couldn't stop me. I've just proved that. Why would I bother spending all this time first?” Then with a shrug and a gesture, “If you want to go, the door won't stop you and neither will I. Naiya's eyes went wide at the sudden rough kiss, hands beating at the large man's arms and chest? but not his face. As he let go of her she half fell, half scrambled out of his lap, fighting her way to unsteady feet, but then just standing there, weaving, looking unsteady, confused, angry, yet with a hint of something else too.

”Well girl, want to run away or want to stay and find out what I really want from you?”

”W... what are you up to? You... don't want to...?” Naiya blinked owlishly at the still seated man again, staying out of easy reach but not leaving yet either. “...what you really want from me?” she echoed.

With a slight sigh he replied, “Do I want to take you hard? No, if I wanted that I'd have finished by now and thrown you back out of the door. What do I want? The only way you'll find out is to return here.”

Naiya wavered, eyes flicking away from the man and around the room to her lute case, checking that it was within easy reach, a look of indecision and strange curiosity on her face. “W... why do I want to know what you want? What's it to me?” she asked rather inanely.

Stormbringer shrugged “Maybe it's nothing to you.” Watching her eyes he picked up the lute case and casually tossed it over to where she could safely reach it. “If that's so, you know where the door is.”

The dryad looked in panic as her treasured lute flew across the room, diving to catch it. Bumping her head hard on the wall, she still managed to snag the case before it hit the ground. Sitting up in a rather inelegant position, rubbing the bump on her head and hugging the lute case tight to her chest she scowled at her tormentor darkly. “How could you do this? My lute! If it had broken, what would you do! It means more than anything but my tree, you big lout!”

”Well I guess I would have to fix it for you then, girl.”

”Oh, oh oh! So easy then, Mister big person... able to just take and fix anything with your big muscles and money and things, hmm? Worries and concerns of others nothing to you, hmm? Same as any other man.”

Remaining in exactly the same position, Stormbringer watched the girl with a slight smile, and then softly laughed at her indignation. Gesturing with his hand another twenty identical lute cases appeared in the air around her, falling to the floor like heavy raindrops. “Don't you know I can do anything I want... to you or for you?”

Naiya's eyes widened in surprise at the instant appearance of so many instruments, wincing as each hit the ground with a slightly discordant jangle of strings. She paled a little, turning her face from the man. “They aren't the same. That's impossible... not same meaning at all... And I don't think so... maybe you can do all sorts of horrible or nice things to me... but not anything.” She sniffled, still cradling her precious case to her small trembling body.

With a slight shake of Stormbringer's head, the other cases disappeared. “There's not much I can't do. There are things I don't want to do mainly. Now why don't you see if that instrument is broken? Give me another tune on it. Or leave.... it's your choice.”

Naiya made no move in either direction, her face still a bit pale at the casual mention of the Emperor's abilities... “W... why are you interested in me if you can do anything then?” she asked, sounding much less intoxicated now.

”Why is anyone interested in anything? the man cocked his head and looked at her as he replied. “Because it's different or because it creates a curiosity inside. I've watched you for a long time. Now I want to know more. Maybe I'll want more from you. Maybe I'll decide to take you hard and toss you out. Maybe I'll get bored. Who knows? For now I'm interested.”

The attractive little nymph looked torn, half wishing to just get out of the room and away. But dryads have a curiosity all of their own. Dithering, she slowly uncased her lute and checked it for damage, glowering reproachfully at Stormbringer occasionally in the meantime. He just leaned back cushioning his head with his hands, a position that had barely changed since Naiya jumped up. Still with that small relaxed and probably annoying smile, the Emperor switched his gaze and stared at the opposite wall as though he had forgotten the girl's existence.

Naiya growled, apparently not liking being ignored, and took a deep breath, then started to play a flashing rondo which displayed amazing technical skill, fingers racing through the complex maze of melody, countermelody and supporting rhythm. The avalanche of sound roared and grew, firing the blood. Then just when it seemed as though it couldn't get any more complex, she started singing along, a wordless descant that soared around the powerful sounds from her lute; attempting to prove something, though quite what, even she was unsure. Naiya finished the playing with a flourish, then just sat there for a moment, breathing hard, staring up at Stormbringer, looking flushed, somehow triumphant but also still very puzzled.

The Emperor's eyes twinkled as he listened to the music, hearing something of the girl's soul and her inner feelings in it. “Very moving, girl, but come now, if you're going to stay so distant I may as well listen to you through the door. Now bring yourself over here and sit beside me or take yourself away.”

Somewhat to his surprise she actually moved to sit back down on a pillow near to his body. Reaching out Stormbringer took the case gently but firmly from the dryad's hand and set it aside and then picking the little nymph up easily, placed her back where he wanted her, sitting on his right thigh and leaning back against the left knee. Turning her face towards his own, he looked deep into her eyes for a long time but made no other movement, neither threatening nor preventing her getting up again, just quietly looking. Finally he spoke, “There, that wasn't so difficult. Now tell me more of your story.” Dropping the hand from her chin, the man let it idly rest across the girl's lap, not holding her in place, just resting it there. His gaze idly considered the nymph's womanly curves before returning to her face, still not sure what made this one different to so many others over the years.

Naiya squirmed a little in her strange position, the discomfort of it more in her mind than physical. She started to protest as the hand fell across her lap, but for some reason the words died away unvoiced. It seemed a very long pause before she began speaking, then slowly she talked about her chance encounter with an ancient human in the forest one day, and his desire to pass along what he had learned before he died; how that awoke the music that had now become as much a part of her as her tree.

Stormbringer listened intently, searching for clues to his own feelings as much as to the girl's own predicament. “A long strange journey for a little wood nymph? and now you are here....”

The pretty dryad nodded. “Ehlanna Ma'am has been a big help... she who helped me discover what happened to my tree and in answering my many questions... And Elthorion Sir... well...” she shuddered, looking both angry and confused, “he... has been both a big help and the source of most of my problems and pain...”

”Help rarely comes without a price, the man replied inanely, “and sometimes that is the most expensive help of all.” Then he mentally shook himself from the reverie, “Well it would be easy to promise to help you, but I don't make empty sounds just to achieve my ends.”

Naiya looked rather blank at those comments and wiggled again, feeling both comforted and trapped by her current position and the large hand on her. Again, but this time much less forcefully she asked, “And... what do you want? Why... do you do this to me?”

Still seemingly talking more to himself, the man replied, “I find myself interested in you.... maybe more... Maybe I'll want to help you one day but for now I prefer to satisfy my own curiosity about you... learn about you.... decide if I want to keep you close or not.” It seemed he almost had to shake himself out of the introspection physically. Then the focus returned to the little dryad again, his smile returning. “Right now I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to explore your physical aspects and maybe show you that your experience so far has been very limited. But I'll not force you.”

Naiya looked even more confused by that answer, obviously not quite grasping what was being said, but latching onto the end comments as the more hopeful or threatening, depending. “Limited experience? And not force me when you can?”

The responding sigh was rather noticeable. “There comes a time when suspicion passes its usefulness. I've already shown I can take what I want from you. I'd enjoy showing you an alternative. But the choice is yours, to stay and learn, or to leave and wonder.

The girl struggled out of Stormbringer's lap again, sitting on a cushion to face him, hands on her hips, eyes sparking with an anger that may not have been directed wholly at the words. “You tell me if you think you'd be different in my place! It's so easy for you who are big, strong, powerful, good lookin...” She bit that part off quickly, and then continued. “For that matter, tell me why I haven't left yet!”

”Stand up!”

Looking rather rebellious, Naiya still obeyed the abrupt order, 4'6" of slender girl-sprite, looking almost comically angry yet also slightly receptive. Stormbringer closed his eyes in apparent exasperation. “Now either leave or get us new glasses of wine and return here with your prejudices firmly stowed away, ready to listen and maybe to learn.” The dryad didn't move, looking slightly startled.

”Prejudices? What prejudices?”

”These prejudices against every man in existence, based so far as I can see on a very limited experience.”

”I have never seen males of any non-animal species for hundreds of years... then when I do, all but one that has had the chance has done... horrible things to me... how do you expect me to think?” Naiya stood there for a moment, but then without waiting any longer for an answer stalked off to get fresh wine in new glasses for both of them, although again hers was only half full.

Opening his eyes Stormbringer looked across at the girl. “We have already established I can do anything I want to you and you can't stop me. With magic I could even make you like it. And don't you think there are half a hundred women who would come here at the snap of my fingers? That at least should be enough to make you curious. And it seems you have little to lose by staying here.”

Naiya returned bearing the wine glasses, again handing over the full one, remaining standing for the moment. In a much quieter voice she replied “That doesn't answer any of my questions, really. Yes, you can do anything you wish to me, I can't stop you... But what is it to me that half a hundred women might wish to serve your every whim? I... I seem to still be here because I am... well, curious. I think. You confuse me,” she finished, sounding almost amazed at herself.

Sipping the wine Stormbringer looked at her quietly. “And I am curious too. Why should I be taking time to argue with a raggle-tailed dryad who lost her tree, when I could be enjoying the company of one of those fifty others? Maybe we will both find answers eventually. But for now there is unfinished business between us and nothing more will be answered tonight until you either sit down amenably or decide you've had enough.”

After hesitating a moment, Naiya took a large sip of the wine and sat down, right next to the man's muscular leg, mumbling “I am not raggle-tailed” at the edge of hearing.

”Well girl, raggle-tailed or not, the reason you are still here, and the reason I'm taking time with you is probably that we are both curious. Maybe there is some reason that brings us together and maybe it's just a mutual heat between our legs. No, don't bother to take offence. It's too predictable and disappointing to hear you lie to yourself. The one thing I know right now is that until we play this out, we will never get to the important questions.”

Naiya blinked and stared up at him. “Why would I lie to myself or anyone else?” she asked, latching on to the one part she really understood. Dryads are well known for their inability to lie comfortably.

Taking the glass from her hand the man set it down beside his own, and then holding the girl by the waist, pulled her against himself and kissed her strongly, then again. Holding her back so he could look into her face, Stormbringer said “That's why, raggle-tail. Because right now you are at least half hoping for more of the same, yet you try to deny it.”

Trying to squirm out of the grasp for some unformed reason, perhaps maybe just to put her own stamp on what was going on even though she knew it was hopeless, the nymph protested, “Stop calling me raggle-tail! I have a name! And I never said I wasn't hoping for something new and different... exactly that! I don't want the same as before, time and time again, the pain, the abandonment... the... the... used and discarded feeling!”

With both her wrists in one large hand, the Emperor lifted the girl's arms above her head and held her sitting cross-ways on his lap. “Well, raggle-tailed Naiya, if I'd wanted to use you and abandon you, you'd have been back in the Inn an hour ago.” Twining his other hand into her hair he pressed her lips against his own.

Naiya struggled again, but only for a few moments before relaxing and letting the man do whatever he was going to do, the kiss apparently turning out much better than she expected for some reason. She didn't quite return it properly, but in her very inexpert way she seemed at least receptive, her eyes wide at the periphery of vision. Holding the nymph's wrists behind her head, not hard enough that she couldn't break free, but more of a symbolic shackling Stormbringer stroked the dryad's long hair aside from her face with his free hand and kissed her lighter and longer, lips moving slowly against hers and the tip of his tongue just barely emerging.

The girl's breathing was coming fast now, her face heated and chest heaving as she seemed almost drowning in the mix of so many confusing sensations and emotions. She should be fighting... she should be panicked or resigned to more of the same pain and anguish that had happened many times before... but instead she lay mostly still, with just a token pulling at the hand trapping her wrists, mouth parted and lips pushing upwards a little to feel more of the caress and kiss.

While a hand slipped down her cheek to caress her neck, the man maintained the kiss, tongue pressing slightly harder at Naiya's lips and running over them as he felt himself start to react to the heat of her slender yet fully formed body moving against his own. Naiya squirmed a little, feeling sexual tension of a kind she had never quite known with a male before, but yet very different from with her sisters too. She wondered what it meant and why, with the small corner of her mind that was not involved with just experiencing. Her nipples had grown very stiff and evident against the thin, flimsy tunic she was wearing, and she slowly extended her tongue to touch and rub along the other as it probed her unresistingly open mouth.

Stormbringer licked slowly around the swollen inner flesh of the young dryad's lips and flicked his tongue against hers before capturing the bottom lip between his own and sucking on it. Meanwhile his free hand moved slowly lower, down the slim side and then upwards to her left breast, sliding over the small firm mound and covering it with his large hand, capturing the breast and squeezing lightly. Naiya moaned softly into the man's mouth, eyes still with that vaguely shocked expression, never expecting a male could do this. Her breast felt warm through the thin fabric, nipple throbbing with her fast heartbeat under the covering palm as her legs rubbed together a little in tension. Hesitantly she pushed her tongue out to run across Stormbringer's lips and teeth, still occasionally pulling at the entrapping hand on her wrists, but never hard.

Breaking the kiss and releasing the girl's hands, Stormbringer took the edge of Naiya's tunic and drew it upwards, waiting when it reached just above her breasts to see if she would raise her arms and cooperate with it's removal. The pretty dryad almost moaned as this action interrupted the kiss, wanting it not to stop. Her mind was floating as he rustled around with what little clothing she had, eyes unfocussed, then as the human started to take the garment off her, she drew in a sharp breath. Not due to modesty, but sensing she was crossing some border that she didn't understand. There was a long pause, then looking directly into the man's eyes with a slightly questioning, slightly begging, and also slightly challenging expression, she slowly raised her arms to cooperate and allow him to remove her tunic.

The look was returned with an expression that conveyed heat but no lack of control, the unspoken message still there; ?you can leave any time you want'. Then the garment was removed and Stormbringer held Naiya away from himself for a moment so that he could look slowly down her body. Then turning the girl slowly until she was lying on her back beside him, he again took both wrists, this time holding them lightly pressed to the cushions above her head. The man's own head slowly lowered to resume the kiss, tongue sliding between pouting lips more forcefully to explore Naiya's mouth while his free hand returned to her slightly flattened breasts, cupping and squeezing, massaging and kneading first one then the other.

”MmmmMMMm?” The sound vibrated against Stormbringer's lips rather loudly the first time his hand touched Naiya's naked nipple and breast, her little body jerking as if shocked, arching upwards into both the kiss and the caress. With an arm supporting her head for the kiss, Stormbringer blindly fondled the nymph's small breasts, lightly squeezing and massaging those firm little mounds alternately, feeling the nipples growing harder against his palm. Naiya panted into the kiss, her chest heaving under the man's hand with both excitement of the kind she knew, and a little fear of what she didn't understand. Again she pulled only lightly at the restraining of her hands, as if to simply prove something to herself... whether that she could still break free, or she was helpless she didn't know. Her nipples throbbed powerfully, the warm nubs pushing up anxiously against palm and fingers.

Stormbringer's attention centred on the pulsing protrusion of Naiya's left nipple while he broke the kiss to look down into her eyes. The tip of his finger lightly pushed the extended bud around in a circle, fingernail lightly grazing the aureole as his eyes drifted down to examine the teat. It looked very large against the smallish breast, engorged to a dark greenish-brown with excitement. Taking it between finger and thumb he lightly stroked it while meeting the girl's heated gaze again. “If you interest me enough, I will gradually show you your body's full potential for taking a variety of pleasure in numerous different ways.

Naiya gasped, both for air and in response to the intense stimulation of her nipple as the human again broke the kiss. Her mouth hung open as she scrambled mentally to try and follow what was happening, her large eyes never leaving his face even as her body squirmed in response to the touch and manipulations.

”W...what... makes interesting?” she managed to whisper.

The male continued to hold her nipple lightly, slowly milking it by drawing it away from the breast, losing contact so the mound jiggled back into position and then repeating the movement time after time, all the while watching Naiya's face and her reactions. Then when the moment was right, he moved his touch to the other nipple, working on it in the same way. “Nothing you say, and maybe nothing you do,” Stormbringer replied. “Something I will see in your eyes.... or not....”

The little dryad's small body shivered and squirmed with each stroke of her long nipples, her firm round breast elongating as the man pulled and drew on the nub, stretched into a cone before snapping back into her chest and knocking her breath away. She couldn't quite understand what he was saying or looking for, but was aroused and curious enough, and retained just enough self control to not say another word, her expression both somehow challenging and needy as she waited to see what was meant.

Lifting her a little, Stormbringer worked another large cushion under the middle of Naiya's back, causing the small body to be arched over it, breasts and mound thrust into more prominence by the position. Naiya grunted softly as she was repositioned, but didn't resist at all as her back was bowed even further. Still looking for any resistance the human used his free hand to spread the little nymph's legs wider, noting the green panties showing a slight darkening already. Then as he loosened his grip to open her legs, Naiya suddenly looked a bit rebellious and pulled free of the restraining hand, snapping her legs shut as she stared at the man for a moment, and then opening her thighs again to his gaze and hands, placing her own hands back on the pillow above her head.

After looking at her for a moment, Stormbringer lowered his head to the nearest upturned breast and very gently teased the nipple with his lips. Extending his tongue as he neared the swollen nub he began licking around it slowly, feeling the hard teat move as his tongue flickered faster across it, causing Naiya to moan audibly, the vibration running through her chest as the tongue rolled and lapped as her warm flesh. The short moment of rebellion faded from her face and she closed her eyes to better concentrate on the nice feelings swelling in her breasts and nipples, hips bouncing a little on the cushion as the scent of her arousal started to become noticeable.

Closing his lips around the nipple, Stormbringer pressed it lightly between them and began sucking on the nub to stretch it into his mouth, tongue rubbing over the tip of the teat as he maintained suction on it, one hand very lightly stroking patterns over Naiya's taut belly with the back of his fingers. As the male continued sucking and playing with her breast and nipple, the little dryad rolled her head slightly from side to side making mmmmmm'ing noises. Her nub seemed so large and stretched and full that it felt as though it might explode at any time. One tiny hand gripped back at the hand lightly prisoning it, while her free one moved around to stroke the side of the Emperor's leg. Her belly fluttered, both with her erratic breathing and with tremors made by the random caresses there, and her legs spread out just a little wider.

Opening his mouth wider to engulf more of the breast, Stormbringer's tongue lashed more firmly over the nipple, pushing it from side to side as he lapped over it, while taking Naiya's hand gently but firmly and placing it back above her head out of the way. Fingernails feathered down the top of her thigh to the knee, then back upwards, dipping onto the inner skin of the girl's leg but steering well clear of her mound. The tiny dryad jerked her little bottom off the pillow as the fingernails teased across the insides of her thighs, moaning louder, and then slowly lowered herself again, her body quivering with suppressed energy. She tugged at the hand holding hers, then suddenly stopped, panting breathlessly, as though waiting to see what the man planned to do next.

What he did was to surprise her by raising himself up onto one elbow and ceasing all contact except for the light grip on Naiya's hands, looking into her face again. “Your body is like your lute. It is capable of holding many different melodies according to the whim of the user.” The voice was even and firm, showing no sign of uncontrolled lust. “The difference is that you have a choice denied to your instrument. It is for you to decide if you want to be played, yes or no, little dryad?”

Naiya squirmed harder as he stopped, eyes flying open to focus rather blurrily on the large human. Trying to concentrate on the question, her expression went from lustful, to curious, to indignant, to thoughtful. Still obviously breathing hard, she replied slowly “P... played... but... but only if... like my lute... there is care and... thought put... into the playing and... afterwards...”

”I always play an instrument like this with care and attention to detail,” Stormbringer replied, “And afterwards I care for it as you care for your lute, to preserve it's use for other occasions, maybe even to treasure it as a valuable possession. But I also decide what tune is to be played at any set time.”

Naiya pulled ineffectively at the entrapping hands, not hard enough to break free, but as a gesture, and closed her thighs. “S... so... I am just same as an... inanimate object then? No...” she struggled for the right word, “... right of decision or... negotiation then? All what you want, take or leave?” she asked, but for some reason without heat.

Stormbringer looked into her eyes with a slight smile “Not inanimate I hope. That would be very boring. But.... do you allow your lute to decide what music you will play on it? Or does it respond happily to your expertise? And no... I'm not asking you now for all time. I haven't decided yet if I wish the responsibility of this particular... inanimate object...” With a grin, the man lightly flicked her nearest nipple with his fingernail. “For now I am asking you to trust me for the next couple of hours; to accept my playing on your body without objection from you. After that... who knows....”

Naiya looked visibly torn. All her experience with men was urging her to get as far away as possible, but her body did not want to leave; her curiosity and her indignation at being treated again as just a thing were warring with each other openly on her face. She shivered as the fingernail scraped across her large greenish nub, then suddenly collapsed and muttered in an almost inaudible voice, “It better be interesting and different than what's been done to me before...” Shuddering, she then closed her eyes and nodded violently once.

Returning the nod back to Naiya's closed eyes, Stormbringer turned his attention back to her body, studying every detail of it and then hooking into the waistband of the dryad's panties and beginning to ease them down, managing a couple of inches before needing the cooperation of raised hips. There was a long moment of hesitation, and then slowly she raised her hips far enough off the pillow to aid in stripping herself bare. The panties felt very moist to the touch as they were removed to expose curls of her moss-green pubic hair.

”Remember, he said, “you have given your word for the next couple of hours.”

Kneeling upright beside the slight figure, the man worked her panties completely down Naiya's legs and away, then arranged her body over the mound of cushions, belly arched upwards and arms and legs spread wide in a cross shape. The dryad moaned softly, almost seeming embarrassed now that her small form was naked for viewing but she offered no resistance to being moved and placed in the desired position, lying passively, eyes still squeezed shut.

Stormbringer's left hand moved down over the little nymph's shoulder to her breast and began to fondle it again, paying special attention to the large nipple, while his right hand very softly stroked the inner leg around the knee. Naiya shivered with each touch, back again arching more to press her needy nipple into the large hand. Methodically he played the teat with his fingers, rather firmer now, pressing the hard rubbery nub in a controlling grip and rolling it slowly from side to side but not twisting it to the point of being painful. The right hand was contrastingly extremely gentle, a touch barely grazing the skin of Naiya's inner thighs as fingertips drew slow random circles over the velvety flesh of first one leg then the other, gradually working higher but not getting very close to her puffy sex, the musky scent of which was now beginning to fill the room.

Naiya squirmed harder, hands still held above her head just as they had been positioned to allow unrestricted access to her body, even though they were no longer being held there. She whimpered slightly as the pressure increased on her swollen nipple and her eyes opened again to watch. Momentarily, she opened her mouth to protest, but then for some reason decided to stay silent a bit longer. The emperor's hand moved across to find Naiya's other breast, fingers curled around to hold and squeeze the mound upwards, firm but not hard, using thumb and forefinger to capture the teat and pull on it insistently. The other hand stroked lightly up onto the dryad's slender hip, teasing the soft skin between hip bones and mound, and then lightly stroking the little green pelt as though it was some small animal.

”NNNnnnnnnnnggggggg,” Naiya sighed out the confusion and conflicting sensations in her aroused body, her hips coming off the pillow again and again as the light touches to her thighs, groin and mons caused her to wiggle more energetically, wanting more of the sensations, but also curiously reticent and passive. Keeping his hand on the breast, a constant pressure on the upturned little mound, while slowly rubbing the teat between finger and thumb, Stormbringer switched most of his attention lower, stroking the pelt downwards again and again, stopping just short of a rather prominent clit. Then very lightly, the tip of his middle finger traced slowly down the centre of Naiya's slit, using a backhanded motion that drew the fingernail slowly along the groove in a way that barely touched her body.

Naiya hissed and squirmed harder, chest heaving with reaction as she was teased and stimulated so. Her breasts almost hurt from the constant attention, yet still wanted more of something; her sex was now very moist, with inner lips swelled and pouting out? waiting... yet other than almost automatic twitches and squirming she waited passively for the man's actions, still not quite sure why.

The second time, the digit stroked down the slit a little firmer, finger pressing between mossy lips and easing them wider open. Then a third time, starting higher this time and using two fingers forehand, pressing over the clit and sliding down into the channel, gathering wetness and widening the pretty dryad's lips even further apart.

”Aaaaaaa....” Every muscle in Naiya's lower body tensed, lifting her little bottom off the cushion as Stormbringer's fingers stroked down her private area. Her clit was peeking out from underneath the hood at the top of her sex, a much lighter tint than the greenish-brown of her lips or the hue inside them. With a shuddering moan she relaxed down again, partly amazed at a slowness and control she had never expected from a male, partly a little impatient for more. Not to be rushed, the man began a regular stroking motion, starting above that perky little clit and using two fingers flat against her body as they moved slowly downwards over the aroused bud and into the wetness, running across the hole without trying to enter it, then removing to starting again at the top.

Stormbringer breathed in the heavy scent of Naiya's arousal as he watched her reactions, the normal muskiness somehow mixed with sensations of gentle rain on summer meadows and maybe just a trace of acorns. The tiny nymph squealed with each fresh touch to her aroused little slit, hips wiggling almost frantically with both reaction and a need for more. A faint sheen of sweat had started to cover her body, adding to her almost spicy scent. Then as those fingers gradually ended one stroke, they curled inwards and began to press inside her little body. At the same time Stormbringer's other hand relaxed its grip on her breast, holding it upright as the emperor lowered his head to take the nipple back into his mouth. Naiya seemed visibly to be trying to decide whether to push things or remain patient but a strange passivity overrode her inclinations, especially once the mouth again fastened on her hypersensitively aroused nipple. Whether she knew it or not, she was learning to lie still and accept a dominant use of her body.

Sucking strongly on the nipple, tongue working over its engorged shape, two large fingers pressed steadily deeper into the little body, easing the tight walls of her cunt open as they entered further. Naiya shuddered and cried out softly as Stormbringer's fingers worked their way inside her, the two intruders feeling absolutely huge in her tight space. Her hips ground back into the pillows as her sex muscles slowly opened and stretched for the penetration, finding the sensation indescribable in both its erotic power and somehow, the helplessness it instilled in her. Her back still pressed upwards, offering her breast to the hungry mouth even as her sex was achingly penetrated. Relentlessly those fingers moved slowly deeper until they were fully inside, hand flat against the little dyad's heated sex, covering her clit and pressing against it.

While working on the nipple with his mouth, Stormbringer used his free hand on the other breast, taking that nipple between finger and thumb and rubbing it firmly, in contrast to the more gentle tongue attention to the other teat. The fingers inside her started to move very slowly, pulling back until they were almost out, making the girl tense and cry out and evoking an “aaAIAAIIIII” as they drew out of her clasping little sex, almost making the tunnel feel pulled inside out before she could force herself to relax. Her breath came in gasps and sobs, chest heaving strongly under the man's mouth and fingers as her nipples throbbed in time with the fast beating of her heart.

A trickle of sex nectar dribbled out of Naiya's spread hole as the fingers started to push back inside, making a small wet squelching noise. Keeping up the attention to Naiya's nipples, Stormbringer moved his fingers a little easier in and out of her tight little cunt, feeling the walls give reluctantly each time he pushed into her, then clasping tightly as though reluctant to let go when withdrawing. Moving his hand slightly allowed the base of his thumb to lightly slap against the dryad's clit with each insertion.

Naiya felt totally under control somehow, her body moving and dancing to the man's tune as her sex was impaled repeatedly by his large fingers, causing her heels to drum slightly on the cushions as a release to some of the tensions filling her sharply bowed body. Breath moaned and rasped in and out of her open mouth as the dryad squirmed harder and harder, her clit and nipples feeling on fire from those attentions while Stormbringer kept working over her body in a controlled and unhurried manner, stimulating both nipples, the clit and the insides of Naiya's cunt ceaselessly.

Fingers began to thrust faster, driving in and out of the tiny body in a relentless rhythm, the heel of the emperor's hand slapping harder against the dryad's clit. Naiya could hardly seem to find a way to breathe, feeling somehow compressed between the hands and mouth on her swollen breasts, and the hand plundering her tight sex, sensations in both feeding off the other, both almost too strong to be just pleasurable, but the extra feeling itself was a different kind of pleasure... her body quaked, temperature raising fast as she was driven towards her peak.

Gradually Stormbringer increased the firmness of grip on Naiya's nipple and equally gradually increased the suction on her breast, almost swallowing the entire mound and flickering fast over the long nipple with his tongue. His fingers pistoned faster and faster into the nymph's tight sex, hand beating a tattoo against the swollen clit with the speed of the invasive digits fucking into her tight sheath.

Naiya suddenly screamed and exploded, sex grabbing those pistoning fingers hard as her nectar squirted all over Stormbringer's hand, body shaking violently and almost falling off the cushions as she thrashed about. Instantly he pressed down harder on her breast and tightly controlled how much her hips were allowed to move, keeping the stimulation unrelenting as her little body squirmed wildly beneath his touch, intent on driving the dryad to a sequence of orgasms, hand blurring as it kept up the rapid fucking of her little hole, fingers sliding easier and faster as they became swamped by Naiya's juices. Twisting the nipple and lightly biting on her other breast as his fingers roughly plundered the little nymph's body, Stormbringer was driving her now rather than guiding, forcing Naiya's body to respond again and again, controlling her reactions and bringing her to orgasm time after time.

The young nymph fought for breath, sex feeling split wide open by impaling fingers even as she lost any grip on where exactly her body was, everything drowning in a white wave of energy as the man slammed her body through another orgasm, arms and legs thrashing about wildly as her world narrowed to his mouth and hands on her sex and breasts. Naiya screamed and orgasmed yet again, voice starting to sound hoarse and very breathless as her small green-brown form spasmed again and again, her sex griping the two fingers like a vice in between convulsions. More juices squelched out of her hot little hole, and her body slowly started to loose coordination in its writhing, the tired muscles and oversensitive skin starting to burn.

Progressively Stormbringer eased off, slowing the fingers inside Naiya's cunt and relaxing the grip on her breasts, taking long minutes to bring her slowly down again, and then stopping almost all movement, still with his now-motionless fingers embedded inside her. The little dryad felt suspended somewhere else, the mixed pleasure and faint discomfort of her tired body somewhere far away. Finally the man eased the digits out of the quivering grip of her cunt, causing her to moan feebly as the fingers slipped out of her dripping sex with an obscene sound.

She stirred just a little as Stormbringer picked her up by sliding hands under her bottom and shoulders, lifting the girl up onto his lap and holding her gently but firmly against himself while she rested her head against his chest and trembled in reaction. Naiya just pressed tightly, not sure of anything anymore... tired, sore, pleasured beyond recent memory, yet... totally confused as to what she wanted or why she should or shouldn't be here. Softly she started to cry.

Stroking the incredibly long hair that plastered to Naiya's skin, the man looked down at her small frame with interest and some affection, rocking the little body against himself. Patiently he held the dryad, staring into space while waiting for her reactions to sort themselves out. He knew that she could become frightened and run away, but equally possibly, he could begin to build the sort of trust that would eventually allow him to own her completely, with her willing cooperation.

Only time would tell.

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