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Who: Leah of Hel & Malekith the Accursed
What: Malekith being Malekith, finally getting the upper hand on Leah
Where: The Pleasure Pavilions
When: Indulge event
Warnings: smut, dub-con/non-con, drug use, TBA
transferred fromcityofariel
It hadn’t been hard to lure her, not when Malekith knew her desires. Ultimate control, she had said. Over everything. He didn’t know what reasons drew her to the tents, aside from the fact that surely her motives varied greatly from his own, but when he had seen her, Malekith knew where his objective lay.
And her name was Leah.
His prowl came careful as Malekith fell into Leah’s wake, and it took little effort to close the space between them. There was little Malekith did to hide his presence, and when he spoke, it was with the assumption that Leah knew he was there, an unwelcome visitor surely.
Do not waste your time with idle curiosities, Lady Leah, he had said. I have a hunger that can only be sated by the most wicked of women. He spoke in a tone as if he told a secret, the secret of the activities shared between them - the pegging, the vibrator, the leash and collar that had restrained Malekith so well - and when he had stepped past her, he had offered only a single glance back, a fleeting look of need and desire, a lust that only Leah could cure.
The smirk upon his lips would have gone missed, though, as Malekith walked away, and he could only hope that Leah would take the bait. Was it too good to be true? Would Malekith truly come crawling to Leah solely to ask to be bent to her will?
His path doesn’t stop until he reaches a tent, though, and it’s clear from the way he ducks inside, past the privacy of thick curtains, that it’s a tent Malekith has staked his claim upon. And why not? It was luxurious. A low laying bed laid with a thick cushion, small enough to be cozy for two people upon it, littered with plush pillows, silky to the touch, and upon it laid Malekith, a king lavishing in the luxury he deserved. To either side of the bed stand small tables, one with bottles of various alcohol, another holding tiny, decorative glass vials (oils? Aphrodisiacs? Otherwise?). Yet another table possessed various chocolate covered fruit.
And though it’s all quiet the sight to take in, Malekith’s eyes remain upon the tent’s entrance, a sinister smile upon his face. It’s only at the appearance of Leah that he speaks.
“I trust I don’t pull you from engagements too important, Leah.”
--
Normally Leah would not have followed him like this. She would have laughed at that ridiculous look he had been given her. And maybe she would have crushed his pathetic balls underneath the heel of her boot.
Yet this day is one unlike any other. She had fallen for this city's wretched traps and it turned her weak and willing. When she looks at him the look on her eyes is distant and dark, knowing she doesn't want this, while every fibre in her body tells her yes. A perfect little revenge for the Dark Elf.
She gazes at him, noticing that sinister smile around his lips as he lied there.
"Malekith," she drawls, trying to make her voice stern and in control while knowing it is nothing but a lazy sort of slurring sound. "...This is going to be your revenge?"
Slowly one of her hands moves upwards, tugging at the high collar of her dress, indicating that she feels hot. In every sense of that word.
"Its pathetic. Below you." So damned hot.
--
And though Leah speaks defensively, Malekith grins sharply, his eyes narrowing upon her. There is a certain pleasure to be found in her demeanor - the way she pulls at her dress, the slur that masks the tone she would try to speak with...
Malekith lived to see others in such discomfort before him.
"Revenge? Oh, Lady Leah, the only ulterior motive I hold is the desire to share my time with one worthy of it. Is that so terrible?" Lies. It would be a sad day, the moment Malekith lacked any sinister schemes. "Unless you are truly so wary of such luxuries?" Lazily, he gesture to the nearest tables beside him before dipping his hand to pluck up one chocolate covered strawberry, and with his gaze never breaking from Leah, he bites into it. See, he would silently say, purely an indulgence.
"Come. Will you not join me? Have your fill of drink. You look warm. It will soothe you." Shifting his weight from one elbow to the other, his body indicates that Leah should sit, that the empty space beside him is solely meant for her.
It's a king's demand, really.
--
It were the drugs. It made her feel warm and slow. It made her desire him greatly, it made her desire things she would never allow him to do to her. While she stands before him images whirl through her mind, her eyes hazy and the sound of his voice very far away.
The way the dark elf eats a strawberry suddenly becomes extremely erotic to her. Beyond microchips, beyond anything.
“It is terrible,” she says, trying to sound dismissive, trying to fight the influences of the drugs that soar through her body. “You are... I do not want a drink.” Leah wants something different and her body cries out with every damn movement he makes in front of her. When her feet move a little she notices how wet her panties already are, when her arms brush a covered nipple it hardens immediately.
And before her mind even gets a chance to register what is happening she lies down next to him, aroused and wanting. It is impossible to fight.
--
Malekith's eyes are fixed to Leah's every move, every subtle gesture. He can see her arousal, and it excites him, his half hard state quickly stirring to life. Ahh, but look at her - the flush to her cheeks, the way she falls to the bed so needy. Needy of what, though? It's with a grin that Malekith acknowledges the answer silently.
Him.
This was a tent Malekith had picked carefully, it's luxuries masking more sinister motives. Yes, amongst the small vials of oils and aphrodisiacs (of which he had sampled prior to finding Leah), but more malevolently lurked such drugs that could make a person lose themselves with no recollection, make a person give themselves without question. It wasn't beneath Malekith to utilize such methods, and he had said it before to her - he would get what he wanted, always, no matter the method. It was simply courteous of Leah to remove the messy details from play.
He wastes no time, though, in turning towards her, and slowly, languidly, and with an all too indulgent grin, Malekith draws a finger up Leah's body, starting from her pelvis and working over her navel, beneath her breasts, stopping once he comes to the first of the buttons of her dress's collar. Carefully, between his thumb and forefinger, he undoes the button, moving onto the second before speaking.
"You say you do not want a drink, Lady Leah. Does that mean you thirst for something more? Something greater?" Let the undoing of her buttons be but a tease, though, and after he unclasps the third, Malekith lets his hand drop down her body once more, delving beneath the hem of her dress so that his fingers might touch between her legs - and the wetness that meets his touch broadens his grin.
"Deep within, you know you cannot waste your time with Midgardian filth, not when I lurk in the shadows."
--
Her body should not arch into his touch, it should not want his hands on her. And that helpless groan that escapes her mouth is completely irrelevant. "Don't want this..." she whispers, squeezing her eyes shut, trying her best to control herself. But when she stirs she does not get up and she cannot walk. "...this mortal body..."
When she opens her eyes she can see Malekith above her and when he talks his voice is close to her ear. So full of promise.
"Will kill you for this..." Leah manages to utter, barely able to control her breathing, fingers curling into the fabric of the sheets. "...I'll tear you apart..." But when his fingers slide between her legs she moans loud, aware of the fact that he can feel how wet she is. "You will die..."
But Leah spreads her legs instead, inviting him.
"...finished..."
What: Malekith being Malekith, finally getting the upper hand on Leah
Where: The Pleasure Pavilions
When: Indulge event
Warnings: smut, dub-con/non-con, drug use, TBA
transferred from
cityofarielIt hadn’t been hard to lure her, not when Malekith knew her desires. Ultimate control, she had said. Over everything. He didn’t know what reasons drew her to the tents, aside from the fact that surely her motives varied greatly from his own, but when he had seen her, Malekith knew where his objective lay.
And her name was Leah.
His prowl came careful as Malekith fell into Leah’s wake, and it took little effort to close the space between them. There was little Malekith did to hide his presence, and when he spoke, it was with the assumption that Leah knew he was there, an unwelcome visitor surely.
Do not waste your time with idle curiosities, Lady Leah, he had said. I have a hunger that can only be sated by the most wicked of women. He spoke in a tone as if he told a secret, the secret of the activities shared between them - the pegging, the vibrator, the leash and collar that had restrained Malekith so well - and when he had stepped past her, he had offered only a single glance back, a fleeting look of need and desire, a lust that only Leah could cure.
The smirk upon his lips would have gone missed, though, as Malekith walked away, and he could only hope that Leah would take the bait. Was it too good to be true? Would Malekith truly come crawling to Leah solely to ask to be bent to her will?
His path doesn’t stop until he reaches a tent, though, and it’s clear from the way he ducks inside, past the privacy of thick curtains, that it’s a tent Malekith has staked his claim upon. And why not? It was luxurious. A low laying bed laid with a thick cushion, small enough to be cozy for two people upon it, littered with plush pillows, silky to the touch, and upon it laid Malekith, a king lavishing in the luxury he deserved. To either side of the bed stand small tables, one with bottles of various alcohol, another holding tiny, decorative glass vials (oils? Aphrodisiacs? Otherwise?). Yet another table possessed various chocolate covered fruit.
And though it’s all quiet the sight to take in, Malekith’s eyes remain upon the tent’s entrance, a sinister smile upon his face. It’s only at the appearance of Leah that he speaks.
“I trust I don’t pull you from engagements too important, Leah.”
--
Normally Leah would not have followed him like this. She would have laughed at that ridiculous look he had been given her. And maybe she would have crushed his pathetic balls underneath the heel of her boot.
Yet this day is one unlike any other. She had fallen for this city's wretched traps and it turned her weak and willing. When she looks at him the look on her eyes is distant and dark, knowing she doesn't want this, while every fibre in her body tells her yes. A perfect little revenge for the Dark Elf.
She gazes at him, noticing that sinister smile around his lips as he lied there.
"Malekith," she drawls, trying to make her voice stern and in control while knowing it is nothing but a lazy sort of slurring sound. "...This is going to be your revenge?"
Slowly one of her hands moves upwards, tugging at the high collar of her dress, indicating that she feels hot. In every sense of that word.
"Its pathetic. Below you." So damned hot.
--
And though Leah speaks defensively, Malekith grins sharply, his eyes narrowing upon her. There is a certain pleasure to be found in her demeanor - the way she pulls at her dress, the slur that masks the tone she would try to speak with...
Malekith lived to see others in such discomfort before him.
"Revenge? Oh, Lady Leah, the only ulterior motive I hold is the desire to share my time with one worthy of it. Is that so terrible?" Lies. It would be a sad day, the moment Malekith lacked any sinister schemes. "Unless you are truly so wary of such luxuries?" Lazily, he gesture to the nearest tables beside him before dipping his hand to pluck up one chocolate covered strawberry, and with his gaze never breaking from Leah, he bites into it. See, he would silently say, purely an indulgence.
"Come. Will you not join me? Have your fill of drink. You look warm. It will soothe you." Shifting his weight from one elbow to the other, his body indicates that Leah should sit, that the empty space beside him is solely meant for her.
It's a king's demand, really.
--
It were the drugs. It made her feel warm and slow. It made her desire him greatly, it made her desire things she would never allow him to do to her. While she stands before him images whirl through her mind, her eyes hazy and the sound of his voice very far away.
The way the dark elf eats a strawberry suddenly becomes extremely erotic to her. Beyond microchips, beyond anything.
“It is terrible,” she says, trying to sound dismissive, trying to fight the influences of the drugs that soar through her body. “You are... I do not want a drink.” Leah wants something different and her body cries out with every damn movement he makes in front of her. When her feet move a little she notices how wet her panties already are, when her arms brush a covered nipple it hardens immediately.
And before her mind even gets a chance to register what is happening she lies down next to him, aroused and wanting. It is impossible to fight.
--
Malekith's eyes are fixed to Leah's every move, every subtle gesture. He can see her arousal, and it excites him, his half hard state quickly stirring to life. Ahh, but look at her - the flush to her cheeks, the way she falls to the bed so needy. Needy of what, though? It's with a grin that Malekith acknowledges the answer silently.
Him.
This was a tent Malekith had picked carefully, it's luxuries masking more sinister motives. Yes, amongst the small vials of oils and aphrodisiacs (of which he had sampled prior to finding Leah), but more malevolently lurked such drugs that could make a person lose themselves with no recollection, make a person give themselves without question. It wasn't beneath Malekith to utilize such methods, and he had said it before to her - he would get what he wanted, always, no matter the method. It was simply courteous of Leah to remove the messy details from play.
He wastes no time, though, in turning towards her, and slowly, languidly, and with an all too indulgent grin, Malekith draws a finger up Leah's body, starting from her pelvis and working over her navel, beneath her breasts, stopping once he comes to the first of the buttons of her dress's collar. Carefully, between his thumb and forefinger, he undoes the button, moving onto the second before speaking.
"You say you do not want a drink, Lady Leah. Does that mean you thirst for something more? Something greater?" Let the undoing of her buttons be but a tease, though, and after he unclasps the third, Malekith lets his hand drop down her body once more, delving beneath the hem of her dress so that his fingers might touch between her legs - and the wetness that meets his touch broadens his grin.
"Deep within, you know you cannot waste your time with Midgardian filth, not when I lurk in the shadows."
--
Her body should not arch into his touch, it should not want his hands on her. And that helpless groan that escapes her mouth is completely irrelevant. "Don't want this..." she whispers, squeezing her eyes shut, trying her best to control herself. But when she stirs she does not get up and she cannot walk. "...this mortal body..."
When she opens her eyes she can see Malekith above her and when he talks his voice is close to her ear. So full of promise.
"Will kill you for this..." Leah manages to utter, barely able to control her breathing, fingers curling into the fabric of the sheets. "...I'll tear you apart..." But when his fingers slide between her legs she moans loud, aware of the fact that he can feel how wet she is. "You will die..."
But Leah spreads her legs instead, inviting him.
"...finished..."