Legends of Belariath
Val`Riia
Unwanted Departure
Soft, panting moans filled the spacious chamber that served as living quarters, hewn from the very rock. It resembled the quarters of many that held such a status within the House, such chambers reserved for clerics that had truly proven themselves in Kirva's eyes. Atop a large bed that dominated much of the rear of the chamber, the curved, ebon form of the chamber's inhabitant slowly ground and undulated against a second form that lay beneath her, those pleasured cries spilling from lips painted a bloody red. Hair of lustrous silver spills down her back and shoulders, framing her dark, delicate features.
With an almost agonizing slowness, her cries built to a lustful crescendo, echoing out beyond the room as everything came crashing down. The female remained still for a time, impaled atop the male, her form trembling softly as the intense pleasure of her orgasm coursed through her, then almost hesitantly slid from him, dark form coming to rest next to him, fingers playing over his form.
"You were wonderful today, my pet...quite delicious." She purred softly, gently nipping at the male's ear. He remained still, though, his eyes averted from her. He knew better than to look directly at those superior to himself, though she often let that slide during the heat of sex. Oh, he had been troublesome when she had first aquired him, as most males of any race were when enslaved, especially moriel, but she had easily broken him of such foolish arrogance. Besides, he should have considered himself fortunate to be allowed to enjoy a body such as hers. He was a mere commoner, before she had taken him as a pet, and what a fine pet he was.
"I am glad, my Mistress..." He said. "I am here for nothing but your pleasure."
She laughed as he spoke, enjoying the utterly hopeless, broken sound of his voice. It truly was a shame that she had had to break such a strong spirit, but she couldn't have any of her pets thinking they were allowed to disobey, and certainly had to shatter any hope of getting away from her.
"Of course you are, my pet." She says, her tone showing nothing but contempt for so low a creature. He was useful for discharging her lusts, but other than that he was utterly useless, in her mind. She slid from the bed, walking naked toward an armoire carved of some sort of black stone, large spiders carved masterfully into the doors. "You will go back to the kennels now. I will call for you if I have need of you."
"Of course, mistress..." The male rose, departing without another word. The cleric did not notice, though, for her attention was now on the armoire in front of her, the doors thrown open to reveal a wide array of gowns, robes, and dresses, as well as garb of tight leather that she enjoyed wearing on occasion. Her choice was easy enough, though. From within she removed a long gown of a diaphonous material, silver in hue, with purple spiders embroidered up the length of the sleeves. Slipping it onto her slender form, she took a moment to admire herself in a full-length mirror that stood next to the stone armoire, her eyes tracing along the curves visible through the sheer material. As she moved away from the mirror, though, something knocked loudly against the door to her chambers.
"This had better be..." She started to growl as she pulled the door open, but the sound died on her lips as her eyes fell on the form of Asria, one of the House's more powerful Priestesses. "Lady Asria! Forgive my rudeness...please, come inside!" She motioned the elder priestess in, quickly closing the door behind her. "To what do I owe the honor of your visit?"
Asria turned around as she spoke, those cold eyes regarding her much as she had the departed slave. "I have come here, Val'riia, to issue a command to you...directly from the Matron Mother." The elder priestess seemed rather amused as she spoke, watching Val`riia as the words sank in.
"The...Matron Mother?" She asked, looking somewhat surprised. In her years as a cleric of Kirva, she had enjoyed a certain level of power, but never before had the Matron commanded something of her. She had known such a time would come, true...none stayed in the Matron's service for very long without serving a purpose to the Mother's own plans, and it seemed such a time had come for the young cleric at last. "What does the Mother command of me?"
"You are to travel to the surface to deliver a message to one exiled some time ago." She says, seeming almost exultant in the news. The two of them had never seen eye to eye, though which moriel females ever did, and it was always plain that the older priestess wanted Val`riia out of the picture. "When I told the Matron of your considerable skill, she decided that you would be best for such a task."
"The surface!" Val`riia's eyes flared as she contemplated such a task. "You surely cannot expect one such as me to go to that...that place!"
"But you forget so quickly...it is not I who wishes you to go." Asria sneered down at her. "It is the Matron's will, and you will dare to defy her?"
The words calmed the cleric down considerably. Of all those above her, it was the Matron that Val`riia feared the most. As all females, she aspired to one day take the position for herself...but she was far from having the sort of power necessary to even take it, let alone hold it.
"Forgive me..." She said bitterly. "I forgot myself. Who is it that I am to take a message to?"
"Her name is Te`Realabryn...I believe you two knew each other, before her exile...yet another reason why the Matron chose you."
This surprised Val`riia. Yes, she had known her, among many other potential rivals during their training, but a slip up had sent the other away, exiled to the surface as punishment for her mistake. The fact that she was wanted back was rather surprising.
"And the message?"
"Tell her that she is to return home...or die..."
To be continued...