Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Descent: Child of Shadows ❯ Chapter 17

Descent: Child of Shadows

 

"She's hiding out where?" the Lady Diana asked, the tall blonde narrowing her eyes in displeasure. She sat on what could only be thought of as a throne, the room around her decorated as beautifully as any palace in the world.

 

Grace visibly paled under the Lady's stern gaze but the dark haired woman bravely continued on, "It appears that the woman called Descent and the priest Samantha Teresa are both taking refuge at the Daughters of Artemis."

 

The Lady's eyes glittered with anger as she hissed, "Why weren't they stopped before they could reach there?"

 

"We didn't know they would risk it," Grace answered promptly, "or that the owners of the bar would risk angering you by taking them in."

 

Lady Diana looked off into the distance, silently considering the situation. With a degree of reluctance she said,. "Remind any of the freelancers in town that the Daughters in neutral territory, and that no attempts are to be made on the demon while she is there."

 

Grace hesitated, "The freelancers in town aren't directly connected to us, we could simply deny any connection to them."

 

"Don't be a fool," Lady Diana's eyes flashed with anger, "I gave my word when the bar opened that it would be neutral territory. The consequences of breaking my word would be... dangerous, to say the least."

 

"Of course ma'am," Grace bowed. She smiled grimly, "A independent operator attempted to set up a drug house in the city, but it's been dealt with."

 

"Did you handle it?" Diana asked curiously.

 

"I didn't need to," Grace answered her simply, "it seems they were foolish enough to set up in Jess Drake's territory."

 

That brought a amused smile to the Lady's face. "I suspect that they'll be regretting that for awhile," she said.

 

"Indeed," Grace agreed. She consulted her files, "Lina reports that drug shipments are back to normal, and the weapons shipment is going through as planned. The standard arrangements with the Mayor and chief of police are in place."

 

"How is the chief?" Diana asked with a dangerous smile.

 

"He seems to be developing a spine," Grace conceded, "he's demanding to see his daughter to confirm she's all right."

 

Diana raised an eyebrow, "Where are we stashing the little slut?"

 

"Selene has been.. taking care of her," Grace said delicately.

 

Diana almost smiled, imagining the sorts of depravities the redhead had initiated the young woman into. "Knowing Selene the girl is probably quite obedient by now, so allow the father to see her. Remind him her life depends on him choosing to obey."

 

"Of course, ma'am," Grace bowed.

 

"You may go," Diana waved casually, the blonde watching almost catlike as Grace left.

 

The room was silent as Diana sat there a moment, then rose gracefully to walk across the lushly carpeted floor to a dresser. From a crystal bowl she took several red pills and swallowed them with a bit of wine, then stalked towards the door. Opening it silently she entered the bedroom, gazing thoughtfully at the figure laying on the bed.

 

"M'lady," the redhead looked up with doe-like eyes, her skin a gorgeous tan. Her naked body was all lush curves, the gleaming chains making her seem even more erotic, not less.

 

Diana walked over to the bed and sat down on the side, sighing as delicate but strong hands reached up to work her shoulders. "Thank you, Luan," she murmured, the young woman's spicy scent washing over her.

 

Thumbs pressed into stiff flesh, massaging with sure confidence. "You are so tense," Luan murmured, "let me help."

 

Diana let her business coat be stripped from her, the her shirt was unbuttoned to reveal creamy white flesh. She moaned as she lay face down on the bed, the lovely Luan working over her back with skill and precision. "If I released you from your bindings," Diana asked, "what would you do first, I wonder?"

 

"Slay you most horribly," Luan answered her promptly as she worked the muscles of her lower back, "then Selene, the one who helped bind me here."

 

"Elves," Diana said with amusement, "you are so obsessed with vengeance."

 

"Vengeance and honor," Luan agreed. She shifted and pulled off Diana's heels, gently massaging her feet first, then working up.

 

"You know, I actually prefer you as a masseuse to being a bedmate," Diana mused. She looked as Luan through eyes that were heavy with pleasure, "Did you count on that?"

 

"Yes, m'lady," Luan answered honestly, compelled to do so by the enchantments in the gleaming chains that bound her.

 

"Even bound you are devious," Diana purred, "I like that."

 

Firm hands worked up muscles thighs to round buttocks, massaging the flesh and bringing forth happy sighs. "Are you not afraid that I'll find a way to be free," Luan asked, "and carry through with my threat?"

 

"I'm mortal, and like all mortals I'll die sometime," Diana shrugged, "but not today or tomorrow. That is good enough for me."

 

Luan delicately turned Diana over, shifting her body so that her mistress could lay on her back. Meeting those heavy-lidded eyes Luan conceded, "I do not think I understand mortals. The prospect of eventually dying would fear my kind with terror."

 

"It does many of my kind, too," Diana conceded as Luan bent forward, her breasts brushing over Diana's bra covered breasts. The elf massaged her upper arms, kneading muscles, then slid down to delicately stroke pressure points in her wrists and hands.

 

"Better?" Luan asked as she settled onto her bottom, looking down at Diana with a carefully blank expression on her face.

 

"Much," Diana sighed softly.

 

"What...?" Luan gasped in surprise as Diana reached up to grasp her arm, drawing the lushly beautiful woman down on top of her.

 

Diana shushed her, pressing her lips to Luan's in a chaste kiss, then letting her tongue slip into the other woman's mouth. After a moment they parted, Diana letting a hand stroke down Luan's back as she murmured, "Don't worry, I'm feeling very... vanilla, today."

 

Luan moaned softly as Diana slid a hot kiss down her neck, then she was gently pulled up to bring her breasts up to Diana's mouth. A raspy tongue flicked across her swollen breasts, flicking the rock hard nipples to a aching hardness. Shuddering with pleasure Luan groaned musically as she rasped out, "Oh Mistress."

 

"Hmm," Diana hummed softly as she slid back and forth between the full breasts, licking and sucking with abandon. When the first shot of milk sprayed the inside of her mouth Diana sucked harder, drinking the lovely Elven nectar.

 

Luan mewled like a cat in heat, unconsciously wrapping her arms around Diana's head as her breasts began to give up their life-sustaining milk. Like all the females of her dying kind she was always ready to give milk, and the shudders of decadent pleasure Diana's sucking mouth gave her were almost as good as an orgasm.

 

Reluctantly Diana surrendered the breasts, a bit of milk dripping onto Luan's gently curved belly. "I think you're most beautiful like this," she kissed along the belly to the top of Luan's delicate folds, "filled with desire, yet not wanting to."

 

With tears at the corners of her eyes Luan spread her legs with a soft moan. "Please Mistress," she moaned in pleasure.

 

Diana let her fingers tease wet flesh, the naturally bare skin shuddering beneath her touch. "What do you want?" she asked the lovely young woman.

 

"Your tongue, your fingers," Luan managed, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at having to ask, "make me come, please!"

 

"Beg," Diana's voice was a whisper.

 

Lewdly Luan thrust her hips up, "Please Mistress, I beg of you!"

 

Diana's laugher was soft in the bedroom, "I thought you'd never ask." With that she brought her lips to the slick skin, not seeing the eyes filled with a mix of raw desire and pure hatred that stared down at her.

 

To be continued...