[Miscellaneous/Catchall]
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Miscellaneous + Catchall
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Lyn woke with a groan. After days of being dragged around on freezing wyvern back, some stiffness was wearing off. She couldn't remember much about her capture: just a red and black blur as she slipped out of consciousness. Some form of liquid had been shoved down her throat that burned and left her out. She had been trying to defend Florina when a thrown lance had sliced her side. A grating laugh had followed, and then a stab of pain before all she knew was darkness. She could feel the stiff fabric of her dress crackle as she moved. Red droplets rippled on her clothes in the dim light. Despite this, her head was clear and she felt no pain other then discomfort at the cold cell. She had been healed fairly recently: even though her body hung by metal shackles attached to her wrists, she wasn't sore.
She also became aware of muffled voices. Her ears strained to hear them, and returned nothing but angry murmurs. She shivered at the sound of one voice. It grated on the ears; an echo of harsh laughter. The impossibly strong wyvern general was here. She had obviously been healed, but for what? She could only hope that Florina escaped: the thought of her alone with the warrior chilled her blood more thoroughly then any mountain air.
She waited until the murmurs had stopped. Minutes ticked by. Her head fell onto her shoulder, both of which had begun to throb. Another groan greeted the sound of boot steps in the corridor. She didn't have time to scramble from her knees, numb from the stone floor, to her feet before the bars of her prison were opened.
Vaida stood in the metal doorway. An angry mutter followed as she shoved her sword-belt into the hands of a prison guard and dismissed him with a bark. Lyn caught something about her not needing them before she lay alone with her captor above her. A grating chuckle came from the blond woman.
"I don't need any information from you, girl. If I do, I won't be leaving my knife behind." Hard eyes regarded the green-haired Sacaen beneath her. "What's your name, girl?"
Another chuckle escaped at Lyn's silence. A hand caressed her face, one thumb rubbing the cheek. "If you don't tell me, then I can always get it from that pegasus knight you failed to protect. I'll need my knife, of course..."
Lyn thrust herself at her her captor, only to be thwarted by the chains on her legs. She collapsed into an angry ball instead, eyes bright with unshed tears. The hand on her face felt like acid, eating her away. "Lyn. Of the Lorca."
Vaida gave a twisted smile. "There's a good girl, Lyn. Now here is the way this works: I want to get everything from these rogues I can." The hand wandered to her breast. She gasped at the sudden pressure. "And I do mean everything."
The thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple. She bit her lip to hold in the scream. "Now, Lyn, you either don't put up a fight, try to escape, or..." Vaida twisted and pulled, eliciting a muffled shriek." Or next time I come in here with company. One of them will be that lilac girl you dote on, and you'll have a great view." A mute nod signaled Lyn's comprehension.
Vaida stooped for a moment. Lyn's legs and wrists fell to the ground for a moment before she was bodily dragged upwards. A pair of firm, gentle lips attached to hers while powerful fingers pulled them closer. She could feel the tense body rubbing against hers. A lithe tongue overpowered her while a hard knee pressed between her legs. The fingers that held her up were now wandering over her body. Soon Vaida broke the kiss and nipped at her neckline. Short fingernails scratched a pale collarbone as they exposed her shoulders to the chill. The sob and the sound of cloth hitting stone were simultaneous. Vaida quickly pulled off her own clothes before renewing the kiss. The fingers returned to massage her naked breasts.
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Lyn couldn't tell if the gasp was from the cold stone hitting her warm flesh or the sudden increase in pressure caused by the knee at her groin. It was followed by a groan as her captor bit her neck hard enough to draw blood. A hand darted to her unshaven triangle and spread her legs. Long fingers began to probe her core. Hard eyes smiled across from her at the pained whimpers and little moans of pleasure.
Vaida's hand began to push harder against her. Involuntarily smooth hips rose to meet them. Red stained her hand at the sound of a sharp sob. She gripped Vaida's shoulders, digging her nails in as vengeance. The wyvern knight smiled again, nipping at Lyn's chest and neck. The red marks would last for days. The hand kept pumping in a quickening crescendo. The shamed sobs were far outnumbered by groans. These became shorter and faster until the victim gave a muffled scream and sank onto her prison floor.
Not missing a chance, the mercenary's head dove between her legs. The tongue lapped the clear liquid and caused another frustrated gasp while the hips thrust against it. Vaida picked her self up, dripping juice onto her breasts. She carefully positioned their slits to grind against each other. Pinning the slender arms above her head forced Lyn to press their breasts together, eliciting a hapless groan. The Bernian pelvis bounced against the thrusting apex of her Sacaen counterpart. The lusty moans mixed with the helpless whimpers of her victim. Their frequency increased with the pace. At last Lyn gave a cry, followed several minutes later by the last frenzied grunts of her captor. She lay gasping with the girl beneath her.
With that, Vaida picked herself up. She wiped herself off with Lyn's stained dress before sluggishly shackling her to the wall again. Her clothes were picked up and put back on, and she summoned the guard in the same way she released him. Retrieving her belt, she left Lyn naked in the cell. Sobs and cold racked her body. She could feel the tears falling on her thighs.
Within a quarter of an hour, the same bark echoed along the corridor, accompanied by harsh footsteps. The guard opened the door for the mercenary. "Don't cry, girl. She's fine." With that, she gently placed the sleeping body of the pegasus knight on the floor and walked out. Florina woke a half-hour after she left. She later learned that the wyvern general had packed up her steed and left within the hour.
Minutes after Florina woke the guard came in leering at them, then pulled out his key. Florina was backed into a corner, disconsolate at the advancing figure. Instead, Lyn had begged him to ravage her. His eyes dragged over her unclothed body. Shaking hands let her go from the wall, before pressing her against the familiar floor.
It was hours after Vaida left that she heard the dying screams in the distance. Hours with a puffing guard trying to elicit the loudest shrieks he could. Florina curled helplessly in the corner, openly weeping. When he heard the fighting he pulled out and locked them in again. Lyn just had time to pull her dress back on in her exhaustion before an arrow appeared from the guard's eye. Rath, and a dark-haired swordsman from Sacae she didn't know, appeared. She fell thankfully onto the nomad's horse, letting him carry her back where she and Florina belonged.
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