Lore:Pirates & Prejudice (Mature)

[Soran Nightblade]

Telanis swallowed the unfamiliar liquid. It burned down his throat like alchohol, and left a sweet taste in his mouth. But sure enough, after a minute or so his stomach calmed like magic. "It worked," he breathed, looking up at Amarra. "Like magic. Thank you."

"Told you so. Now, my dear, would you prefer to lie down, or stand?"

Telanis eyed her strangely. "Stand?"

"Then come stand here, now," she ordered, indicating a place against the wall. There were braces there that were build to restrain wrists and ankles. Telanis frowned."

"Hurry up, or your girlfriend will be taking the beating in your stead. I don't want to damage that lovely complexion you've got."

The unicorn glanced at Laya, then stood up and walked slowly to the place she indicated. At Amarra's gesture, he raised his arms outward and allowed her to buckle them in. She then braced his ankles, so that the unicorn looked like he'd been pinned to a cross. Telanis could feel a strange emotion bubbling up from her as she clipped him in. It was unfamiliar to him personally, but he'd sensed it in various forms through other humans. A kind of desire...but darker and more intense. He'd even found it a beautiful feeling at certain times, but right now it was just making him uncomfortable. "What are you doing?" he asked seriously.

Amarra just smiled and turned to Laya. "And my dear, would YOU prefer to lay or stand?" she smirked.

[Emora Deen]

When Laya realized what was happening she ran to where Telanis was being chained and tried to unhook the cuffs it was useless. She glared at the woman, staying close to Telanis.

"You won't do this! I wont' let you!" She glanced around and didn't see anywhere else she could be chained to the wall... and that woman was going to have to fight hard to chain her to the bed. However, Laya had a strong feeling that the woman was more than capable of doing it.

[Soran Nightblade]

Amarra shrugged. "Have it your way," she said, shooting her hand out in front of Laya's face. Between her fingers was a tiny paper pouch filled with a powder. With a snap of her fingers, the powder flew under Laya's nose in a tiny cloud."

"Leave her alone!" Telanis snarled, pulling against his braces.

"Don't worry, love. The drug wears off quickly. She'll be up and kicking in a minute," Amarra grinned as she reached out and supported Laya's slackening body. "Wouldn't want her to sleep through the show." She winked at him and carried Laya over to the bed, cuffing her wrists and ankles to a partition that connected securely under the mattress.

"Now, love, we're going to have some fun," she smiled, running her fingers over Telanis's chest. She slipped her hand up the front of his shirt and let it trace across his pectorals. Telanis curled his lip up in confusion, feeling her lust creep in on his mind. But something was different. He moved to block her out, put her in perspective, but instead her sensations just bled in with his. This was far more than his normal empathic senses. It was like something was amplifying them so strongly that he couldnt' tell where his body ended and hers began. He shuddered as her hand slid lower, toward the lip of his pants. Sensing t his feeling in others and feeling it himself were completely different things. He balked at the feeling, trying to get it out of his body, but it seeped into his every muscle. He started to panic, adrenaline just making the feeling stronger.

"Stop," he murmured, his voice husky with sensation he shouldn't be feeling. "Laya," he called, hoping the girl was alright and also wishing she had some kind of plan to get them out of here. Suddenly he'd rather take his chances swimming to shore than stay under her touch. He was terrified.

[Emora Deen]

Laya groaned and shook her head to clear her thoughts. She went to sit up and suddenly realized she couldn't. She was strapped down. "No..." she muttered. Her head was resting on a pillow, tilted so she could see in front of her. See Telanis chained to the wall and that woman molesting him.

"NO!" Laya screamed, jerking against the bonds that held her. "Let him go! Don't touch him! Get away from him you bitch!" She jerked, pulling as hard as possible on the metal cuffs. "Stop it!"

[Soran Nightblade]

Telanis arched against the bonds as Laya's protests apparently only excited the woman more. She touched her lips to his chest, breathing against it, and ran her hand lower, slipping into his pants. Telanis clenched his eyes, his body swimming with sensation. He let out a gasp of pleasure without meaning to, finding it hard to focus on anything now that this strange new feeling was pounding through him. Never, ever had he experienced anything like this. "Let me go," he groaned, hardly sounding like he meant it. He closed his eyes and tried to think of a way out with the small amount of focus he had.

[Emora Deen]

Laya tugged hard on the cuffs and she could literally feel the skin around her wrists being sliced by the rather crude edges of the metal. She wouldn't allow this to happen. Not to Telanis. Her ankles weren't in much better shape. She was having a rather hard time keeping the short skirt she wore down. With all her moving around it was slowly riding up. However, at the moment the last thing she could care about was being decent.

She was filled with my anger than she had been in a long time. The last thing she wanted was to see a man that she loved dearly being molested and raped by another woman. She screamed loudly with fury and jerked around even more.

"You whore, get your filthy hands off him. He's a unicorn! A sacred creature!"

[Soran Nightblade]

Telanis's mind didn't exactly clear, but his focus shifted as rage and pain butted up against the sensual feeling in his body. He tried to grasp onto that and hold it, worried for Laya as it all crashed into him. He managed to squint open his eyes and look at her, wishing he could go to her side. His good old protective instincts were bailing him out of the sea of Amarra's lust.

And then she grabbed him. He'd never been touched like that before, fierce and rapid, like she sensed he was breaking free of her spell. He winced, feeling like he was about to fall over some invisible barrier and into oblivion.

And in the blink of an eye, it stopped. The door exploded into the room with a fierce cracking of wood and several members of the crew rushed into the room, seizing Amarra before she could compose herself enough to think. Taking her by both arms, they dragged her back, away from the breathless Telanis.

"We thought something like this might be happening in here. We've put up with a lot from you, a hell of a lot, but we endured it because you took care of us and mostly looked out for our well being," said Fletcher, who seemed to be the leader of this uprising. "But what you're doing now...tainting a sacred creature...you could damn us all. Sorry, mistress."

Another crewman smacked Amarra over the back of the head before she could protest, sending her limp in Fletcher's arms. He gestured toward the bed and the same crewman fumbled in Amarra's pocket for the key and undid the locks on Laya's wrists. He hissed sympathetically as he noticed the wounds the shackles made on her. "I'm sorry," he said, handing her the key. "Help him and meet us on deck."

With that, the men dragged Amarra out of the room, leaving Laya and Telanis alone with the door standing open.

[Emora Deen]

Laya ran across the floor, her bare feet making a light patting noise as she crossed the wood floor to get to Telanis. She quickly unlocked him, starting at his ankles first. When she unlocked his wrist she leaned in slightly, almost pressing against him. As soon as she was finished she wrapped her arms around him in a loving protective manner... and almost as if to apologise for something she had not done.

"I... are you alright?" She changed the subject, cupping his cheek for a moment in her hand. She had forgotten that he might not want to be touched. When Kron had touched her she hadn't wanted to be touched afterwards.

[Soran Nightblade]

Telanis was having rather the opposite after-effect, but he wasn't sure what to do about it. His pulse rushed as Laya leaned in against him, all that arousal still swimming in his head. His hands fell to her sides, and he had the strangest urge to kiss her. He clenched his eyes, trying to focus. "She..did something to me. I can't get rid of it," he breathed, fighting the things his body wanted him to do. "I don't understand it. How do I stop it?" he pleaded.

[Emora Deen]

Laya led him over to the bed, urging him to sit. She pushed on his shoulders and made him sit on the silk sheets once again. She was used to being close to Telanis, even pressed against him sometimes. Though, she knew that some people would think of it sexually, she didn't think Telanis had that ability and at the moment she didn't realize that it was the problem he was having. She had no clue that he was aroused.

Laya nelt down next to him, sitting comfortable on one of her legs, the edge of her skirt rising higher as she moved to sit. It was already a rather indecently short skirt to begin with. After all, it had belonged to the whore. She rubbed his shoulder, sitting so that she was to his side, but angled around slightly in front of him. Her other hand gently touched his face.

"Just rest a moment, let your head clear..." Her voice was soft, warm. She was overjoyed that he was safe and out of the hands of that filfthy woman. She rested her head against his shoulder, sighing gently for a moment.

[Soran Nightblade]

Telanis noticed things he didn't notice before. The flesh of her thighs as her skirt rode up, the warmth of her fingers on his back, even the smooth melody of her voice. Her hands sent a warm shudder through his body. "Laya...something's wrong with me," he said huskily. He met her eyes as she touched her face, his deep brown irises meeting hers, and there was a gentle, but definite urgency in them. A very intimate urgency. He slid his hand up onto the palm that was cupping his cheek, drawing it carefully away.

"What she was doing...it was inside me too. I can't make it stop," he said, his voice trembling with fear and need and confusion. His eyes were starting to water up.

[Emora Deen]

Laya looked at Telanis worriedly, unsure what he meant. He was speaking in code and she didn't entirely understand him. She closed her fingers around his hand as it drew her hand away from his face. She kneeled on both knees, feeling the soft silk under her legs and how smooth it felt against her soft skin. "I don't know what you mean, Telanis... I don't understand what was in both of you... Does it hurt? Does it make you feel bad?"

She turned her head towards him with her free hand, meeting his eyes. They held an urgency to them that she thought was familiar, though she couldn't place it. Of course, Kron's eyes had held an urgency to them like this... Except frightening, forceful... Telanis seemed warm and gentle, though still urgent.

It was niiave of her not to see it, however the only type of lust she had ever seen was the disgustingly overpowering and forceful kind.

[Soran Nightblade]

Telanis breathed into her hand, a soft, trembling breath. Her voice was calming him, taking away some of the fear. He leaned into her and buried his face against her neck, trembling like he'd just spent a whole day running. "It hurts, and feels incredible, and it aches everywhere, like pressure building up so high that it can't be relieved unless it explodes. I can't think right." He put his arms around her tightly, fighting back tears. He wanted to hold her and not let go until he could calm down, like he had to share the remnants of that nameless emotion he'd had until it faded back into something normal.

[Emora Deen]

Laya knew almost immediatly what he could be describing. At least, she thought. For her own experience, towards the end of her days with Kron she had felt that many times. It had been at the point where she was giving into him.

Laya wrapped her arms around Telanis and hugged him tight to comfort him, pressing close to him. She wanted to comfort him, and make the feeling go away. From her experience there was only one way. It as the only way to ever get Kron to leave her alone.

"Telanis... that feeling... it isn't all bad. As long as you are feeling it with someone who you care for. For us humans... it is enjoyable." Laya rested her head on his shoulder. "I guess if you think it is incredibly, that it could be for you. I think it might be hurting you because you are fighting it and don't want it to happen. I'm not saying give into it. I'm just saying don't fear it. It's not all bad. As long as it is with someone you will it to be with."

What was she saying? He was a unicorn... But, if he was feeling what he was feeling, that meant he had the ability to feel arousle. Was it wrong for his kind to feel so? She wasn't a unicorn. What gave her the right to make that judgment for him?

[Soran Nightblade]

Telanis thought about Laya's words, awed. How could a feeling like this exist, and yet never have been part of his reality until now? He didn't really understand how it worked. But it wouldn't hurt...it would be only the good if it was with someone he cared for, she'd said. "Like you?" he said curiously into her neck. "We could share this feeling together?"