From:  Andre Oliveira <oliveand@bellsouth.net>
Date:  Fri Apr 5, 2002  3:35 pm
Subject:  [DL-T] Double-Faced Betrayal

Day 4
Dawn
Somewhere outside of Cory

The sloping roof of the cave was not a welcomed sight as the creature
slowly opened his blood-shot eyes, very few things ever were. He inhaled
softly, smelling the dampness of the cave, and sneered, disgusted.
Turning his head, he looked at his private quarters. It was extremely
spacious and, due to the sunlight radiating through the single window,
was beginning to warm.

Rising from the confines of his sleeping mat, he tossed his covers aside
and stood naked. He stretched, scratched himself, and began walking
towards a large wooden chest, masterfully cut with intricate designs.
Reaching it he bellowed for his servant girl and opened the large chest,
releasing a musky aroma into the air.

From inside, he carefully pulled out fresh clothes and set them on top
of the lid as he closed it. Then, easily lifting the heavy chest, he
revealed a large leather case. He knelt in front of it and slowly rolled
it open. Metal glinted ecstatically in the morning light as Srot
inspected his collection of weapons thoroughly.

Minutes later, the threshold of the room opened and closed. By the door
stood a young girl with auburn hair and brown eyes which were dully
turned to the floor. Her simple clothes were crumpled and too large for
her petite body. She looked like she had just fallen out of bed.

Srot glared at the girl acidly.

She made eye contact with him swiftly and returned her gaze to the
floor. "I'm sorry I kept you, lord Srot," she said respectfully, " I was
dressing myself."

Srot inhaled and exhaled slowly, allowing the girl's fears ample time to
augment. "When I call you," he growled silently, "I expect you to be
before me immediately! I don't care if you're decent or not!"

He turned away from her and began changing into his clothes. The girl
stood perfectly still, awaiting her instructions, and trying to avoid
glancing at her keeper's naked body.

Srot had found her running away from his men, mostly naked, when her
village had been pillaged a few months before. Knowing that a grateful
servant was easier to handle than a spiteful one, he had intervened with
his men's pleasure and offered the girl a life of slavery over being
repeatedly raped and eventually killed. She had accepted gladly.

Buckling his belt he turned to her once more and said, " I want you to
fetch me my breakfast and enough food for a few days worth of travel.
Make sure that all of the food you get is simple. Cheese, fruit... If
someone asks you what the food is for, tell them that your master wishes
a home cooked meal for once. When you come back, I'll give further
orders. Understand?"

The girl bowed and turned to leave. Unfortunately for her, Srot grabbed
her wrist and forced her to face him.

"Don't ever turn your back to me!" he hissed, spit flying at her pretty
face, "I demand respect from slime like you."

"I'm... I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" the girl pleaded. Srot began to squeeze
her tiny wrist and tears began forming in her eyes. "Please... please I
can't feel my hand."

Srot reached for his belt and pulled out a dagger. "Really?" he mocked,
"Then you won't feel it if I cut it off!"

The girl's eyes widened and her body became petrified in fear. Srot
raised the blade over his head and held it, allowing the girl time to
look at it for a moment. Then as the blade began singing towards the
dainty wrist and the girl's mouth opened to scream, a mind-shattering
roar filled Srot's ears and stilled his hand. The servant girl was
walling like a banshee, yet her cries were completely muted.

<It's Yavel! > Deutshe announced in Srot's mind. <She'll be mine! >

The roar subsided and Srot dropped the girl and sheathed his dagger.
Reaching the door he turned toward the girl and said, "Do as I've told
you. Eat if you like, bring the food, and wait for me here. I'll return."

******
Elsewhere...

Saphmine was outraged. Her spies had just told of three more of her
wasteling
riders who had gone behind her back to infect more warrenbound.

Standing by the desk in her small cave she tor the little parchment hide to
pieces. Her room was large, one of the larger ones in the cave. One of the
perks of being the leader of this rag tag group.

She charged out into the open cave and grabbed the nearest human bandit, "I
want you to bring me that fool you call a commander. NOW!"

Saphmine was pleased when the little being stumbled to obey. She was feeling
particularly cruel this morn.

<Yavel I want you to find D-> Saphmine was cut off and pushed to her
knees at
the feelings that flooded back over the link. Yavel roared into the
cavern and
every last dragon and rider knew what it ment.

Saphmine managed to climb out the main entrance where she could look up
at the
sky where in moments she would- No, not her, the dragon. She reminded
herself,
trying to stay with Yavel and keep to herself at the same time. Stupid
dragon!
Saphmine would have to deal with the urges and feelings that arrive, A
clutch
of dragon eggs would be a blessing to her cause. If only she could control
Yavel more.

The Yellow-copper dragon bellowed a roar into the sky before she leaped into
the air, a dozen males hot on her wing tips.

Saphmine began to loose herself in the chase. None of these were worthy of
taking her! They would have to prove themselves worthy. Human males had
started
gathering at the entrance around their leader. She startled all of them
as she
roared with the same enthusiasm that Yavel had.

The normal wastelings were resisting the feelings from their dragons. But
Saphmine reveled in it. She turned on all the charm and seduction she could.
Like the apple taunting Adam and Eve...

******
(NRPG: A friendly warning. Sexual content ahead)
******

Srot ran towards the forming circle of males. Strangely, the riders,
although completely overcome by lust like their warren-counterparts, did
not whoop and cheer their mounts. Most only glimpsed skyward to see who
was no longer chasing the queen. They did not experience joy in
encouraging dragons that, more often than not, were sub servant and
often considered inferior. Wasteling riders were usually only concerned
with their own prize.

Srot, following the norm, studied the woman in the center of the circle.
Gazing at her like a wolf would a wounded sheep, he took in her sensuous
curves, and quietly fought the urges he felt to pick her up and take her
immediately. It was interesting how one night could change a person.
Saphmine was no longer the power hungry, overbearing, wormed-tongued
creature that was his ruthless leader. No, she had become a prize, a
delectability that only he deserved to experience. A trophy he would
win! A trophy that was rightfully his already!

He turned his eyes to the aerial pursuit and noticed that the flight was
reaching its end. Dragon after dragon fell to the queen's great
strength, until only three dragons remained. Two Srot did not concern
himself in identifying; the third was his own Deutshe. The queen led
them in circles, loops, and dives but those three evidently would not be
denied. Finally a large gray dragon began pulling ahead of the other two
and slowly gained on the retreating queen.

Suddenly, Deutshe performed an incredibly dangerous and stupid stunt. He
rolled so that his belly was facing skyward, disappeared, and
reappeared directly in front of the queen. Before she could react, he
had flared his wings open and had slammed directly below the queen's
underside, latching on to her arms and legs. The two creatures struggled
and began falling to the ground.

<Concede! You cannot free yourself! I am worthy! > Deutshe roared in the
queen's head.

Yavel snarled, <I do not give in to weaklings like you.> Yavel easily
shrugged
off the male dragon, running her claws over the males belly.

Deutshe was not that easily rejected, now that he had her, she was his! He
managed to grab a wing, and pull it close into his body, causing both of
them
to begin to plummet.

Finally after an eternity of freefall the metallic colored giant
obviously relaxed and the dragons unlatched from one another. They began
flying southwards and to a more private location.

Immediately, below the two airborne beasts, Srot sprang forward and
roughly grasped Saphmine's rear, lifting her so his pelvis was violently
pushing against hers. Saphmine in turn wrapped her arms around his neck
and pressed her lips forcefully to his, drawing blood and licking it off
in her passion. The two stood in this awkward position for a few
seconds, Saphmine slowly rubbing her body against his, while Srot slid
his hand between her legs and squeezed, causing her to moan. Finally,
pulling himself away from her, Srot scanned the area and, finding an
adequate refuge, began carrying Saphmine to a nearby yellow tent, not
caring if it was occupied or not. Saphmine in turn began liberating
herself of all the garments she could.

By the time the duo had reached the tent, Saphmine's breasts were
completely exposed, her legs were wrapped around his waist, and her
crotch was provocatively rubbing against his. When they entered the tent
a yell of surprise was heard within, which moments later, was followed
by the previous resident being jettisoned out.

Srot laid Saphmine on the crumpled bed and began unbuckling his belt
while she pulled him closer, locking her lips to his once again. She
cupped Srot's bulge and began massaging it roughly as she slipped her
tongue inside his mouth. Only when she felt the fabric slacken, did she
let go and allow it to drop. She pushed Srot off of her, and began
undoing the rest of her clothes, while he pulled off his own
sweat-drenched shirt off. Finally, liberating herself from the confines
of coverings, she parted her legs and reached for her object of
affection, guiding it towards her. She smiled as she felt herself being
entered, and moaned in pleasure as her breasts were squeezed painfully.
Srot thrust violently, feeling the woman clench, grow wet, and moan
like a beast. She clasped her hands on the broad shoulders on top of her
and closed her eyes in ecstasy. They fell into a wonderfully erotic
rhythm and Saphmine was soon enjoying a barrage of orgasms.

*******
Later

Srot stared at the ceiling of the tent. An exhausted Saphmine laid
resting on top of him, breathing laboredly and quietly moaning her
content, with him beneath her, equally fatigued. The entire morning had
been almost continuous sex, interrupted only by short breaks that were not
by any means restful.

Saphmine truly felt at ease. She didn't know if it was thoughts from her
dragon
or just her own. The initial lust of the flight had worn off in the first
couple of hours. But caught up as they were, Both she and Srot had
continued to
pleasure each other well into the noon.

She slept with her head on his broad chest, her ruffled hair spreading
out over
him like a black shroud. For a male, he was magnificent. She had spent time
with many humans both while she was in control, and from memories of her
host's
life. But this was different. She had tried everything to get Srot to be
submissive to her, yet now, she felt more his equal than anything.

Srot opened his eyes, and looked up at her. "I see your awake."

Saphmine smiled, "Barely." she whispered against his skin. She moved to the
side of the bed to gaze into his eyes. "What do you plan to do now?"

A brief glint of something hidden flashed in Srot's eyes before he
answered. "I
should go back to my apartment, I need to do a few unfinished things."

Saphmine didn't catch the deception, "I should probably get back to my
duties as
well." She sighed and rolled out of the bed. She picked up as much of
the torn
and ripped clothing as she could salvage. Covering herself as best she
could,
she left the tent and headed back to her quarters.

*******
Near midnight
Srot's apartment

< Are you certain you still want to do this? > Deutshe asked in Srot's
mind, < You'll probably receive special treatment after today. Yavel
told me that Saphmine enjoyed herself immensely. >

< If I want your opinion, my mount, I'll ask you! And yes, I'm certain I
still want to do this. > he snapped, < What happened today changes nothing.
If I do get special treatment, as you put it, it would be but a man
throwing his
dog a bone while he eats the steak. And I for one don't want table scraps
for the rest of my life. >

Picking up a traveler's pack, Srot began walking towards the exit,
pausing only momentarily to check that he had left nothing that was
essential. Strangely the room seemed more welcoming to him in the dim
moonlight than it had in the previous morning. Shrugging on his pack he
opened the door and left the room without a sound.

********

< I can't believe we're leaving only because of your little spawn. >
Deutshe grumbled, < Let the creature die, Srot. We have power here. We
are freer here with Saphmine than we ever were with Eilen. >

Srot finished tying the rest of his traveling gear on the great beast's
back and easily swung himself atop the harness. He looked at the
star-filled sky and sighted. It had been easy to get past the guards
that screened the compound. His servant girl had brought almost
everything he needed before hand and he knew the schedule the sentinels
kept by heart. It had been simple. Disturbingly enough, Srot was
disappointed he didn't have to kill anyone.

< We're not leaving just because of the child. Saphmine made it clear
last night that she planned to spawn all of the new brood herself. Do
you seriously think that after she had an army of underlings, she would
share any real power? Don't you think that she would rid herself of
anyone who didn't follow her orders blindly then? And I will not be her
faithful dog! Humph... no table scraps...> He trailed off and became
silent. Then, raising his head, he looked to the caves where the
majority of the rogues were housed. His eyes then turned to a specific
cave near the bottom of hill. A slow devious grin formed in his cruel lips.

< What do you say we leave them a good-bye gift? > he mused.

After receiving a few brief orders from Srot, Deutshe obediently began
walking in the direction of the cave. A few guards came running to them
and ordered that they stop.

It didn't take long for the alarm to sound, especially after the claws
of the yellow-brown beast disposed of a few guards. But by then it was
too late. Reaching the cave, Deutshe unleashed a long steady flame
inside. Screams of pain were heard within, but they were not the true
purpose of the flames. The extremely flammable contents within were. The
precious coal that Saphmine had been collecting to fuel her war on the
warrens was gone within minutes.

Wasteling dragons and riders soon appeared, but by the time they had
realized that the attack had come from one of their own, all that was
left of the two turncoats were the flames on a few tents and the corpses
of crushed guards and people who had been burned to a crisp.

*******

Day 5
Dawn
Above Telnor

The two had been circling the warren for the past hour, unseen, thanks
to the wasteling's illusion power. But Deutshe had become increasingly
more impatient as time flitted by.

< So how do you expect us to find your spawn anyway? Although it is nice
just hanging around like this, I doubt we'll spot him by flying around
in circles all day. >

< Do not worry... I'm sure the opportunity will present itself to us soon. >

< And what opportunity is that? >

< That one! > Srot said pointing to a blue dragon and rider taking off. <
Follow them! When they're fairly distant from the warren we'll make our
move.>

Submitted by the combined efforts of:

Andre Oliveira
aka
Srot and Deutshe

and

Jason Carnahan
Aka
Saphmine and Yavel
Telnor Admin