Trigger Warning: mature language, mentions of torture, gore, and sexual content.
Aislinn
After returning home, Aislinn was looking forward to a relaxing evening just enjoying the silences and solitude that officially having all her siblings out of the house finally. The chauffer pulled up in front of the villa, the door was opened and Aislinn slid out of the car. She looked expectantly to the left and was not disappointed as Droplet, her secretary, bodyguard, and closest confidant, fell into step beside her.
"Updates?" Aislinn's strides were long, at her height of six foot one, add the addition of the bright red four inch stilettos she is wearing, and she is more than tall enough to meet any Alpha male in the eye. Her pants slightly clung to her hips, the striped business jacket accentuated her waist and breasts. She was gorgeous and intimidating, the soft and gentle way she handled her family was reserved for that, just her family. Every part of her was meticulously groomed so that no one could say she wasn't the ideal Duke.
"There has been no change to the situation. However, a package arrived for you from the Elven-Dwarven Alliance." The woman sent a side glance towards her boss, the look in it was saying everything that Aislinn needed to know about the package.
"Put it in the office."
"It's already there, your Grace."
Aislinn nodded in response, looks like the quiet evening she was dreaming of that involved a hot soak in the hot tub, maybe with some company, would have to wait. She unbuttoned the jacket and handed it Droplet.
"I'll be in my office. I don't want any disturbances." Without looking back she climbed the stairs to her home office. She opened the door and shut it behind her, turning around she engaged the lock to make sure no one barged into it. She flipped on the overhead light, the warm glow of the bulb illuminating the quiet sanctuary she had created here. She pulled off her stilettos, leaving them by the door, her feet sinking into the soft plush carpet. Glancing over at the mahogany desk filled her mind full of memories.
As a child she had sat at the round tea table, pretending to copy her father as he worked. It brought an ache to her chest, which she absently rubbed. The desk had been a gift from their four times great grandmother in congratulations to her Alpha husband for being bestowed the title of Grand Duke. She slowly walked over to the desk, letting her hand run along the well loved wood. She glanced at the thick brown envelope on it. With a sigh she bent over and picked it up, there was no return address, but that didn't matter Aislinn knew who it was from.
With envelope in hand she walked over the middle book case, in the middle was a small figurine of a mermaid sitting on a rock, with waves around it. The figure was made out ivory and jade, it was as old as the villa. She reached up and pushed the figure to the left. A clicking sound alerted her that the latch was triggered and the bookcase swung open revealing a hidden stairwell. Lights automatically flickered on as she began to descend the stairs, the door shutting automatically behind her. As she continued to walk, she took a steadying breath, pushing open the door at the end of the stairway.
She stepped into a room that was filled with the low hum of electronics, the lights flickered on to reveal an highly advanced technical area. A projection was set up of a map of all the Kingdoms on the continent. Various areas can be seen to have red or black shading, the most recent red shading was in the Sunabae Empire, a town called Kagone-Yama.
Aislinn sat down in front of a large computer, opening the envelope. She poured the contents out onto the desk, her eyes glancing over the various items. A palm sized wooden medallion that had some sort of ancient writing on it, a golden coin with the same writing, and a small computer chip. Picking up the chip, she slipped it into the chip drive on the computer.
The screen prompted a request for a password and Aislinn typed out hers, it was a string of numbers she would never forget. A night that would forever be etched in her memory. The sight of a mangled car and her parents bodies in the morgue still haunted her dreams. While the official public was informed that her parents deaths were an accident, except a select few people knew the truth. Her parents had been assassinated. She hit enter of the keyboard, and waited for the chip to load the information on it. Finally after all these years, Astor had uncovered the name of the cult and the symbol of their kind. She needed to find out more information about these Harbingers, and she needed to update the Emperor. 'Guess I won't be getting that luxurious soak anytime soon' she thought as she leaned back in her chair.
"Fuck" she said as she noticed a small circle on a small map. Enlarging the image, there was only one reason this particular map would be there. She slammed her hands on the keyboard, shattering it completely. "FUCK" she screamed.
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Somewhere off the coast of the Elven-Dwarven Alliance sits an island, surrounded by a circle of craggy sharp rocks. It's existence is only known only by those on the island itself. The island is completely undeveloped where dangerous beasts roam and nature is corrupted by a darkness that has yet to truly be discovered. Except by one errant archeologist, with a penchant to go against the orders she is so often given. Most of the time those orders she goes against end up saving her life; this time however, she miscalculated everything.
On that island; rather, under that island is a series of cave systems. In one of the deepest caves, hangs a woman with her arms chained above her head, that is bowed so low that her chin rests upon her chest. She hangs in the center of the room, occasionally her body sways on the very tip toes the hanging allows her to touch the ground with. Her breaths come in short shallow gasps, her shoulder length curly golden hair is stained the deep red of blood. The remnants of a army green tank top barely clung to her body, it having been tattered by the vicious bite of a bull whip. Blood dripped from the wounds on her back, travelling down the backs of her thighs. Unconsciousness was a moment of respite for her. Yet she was awoken by the infliction of a burning pain, as salt water was thrown on her back by her torturers. A scream ripped through her throat, that came out hoarse.
"Are you ready to talk?" It was a pleasant voice, almost musical to her ears. 'How was I stupid enough to fall for the fucking honey trap.' she thought to herself. A hand grabbed her hair tilting her head up to look into ice-cold blue eyes.
"Come now Astor." His long pale finger traced a line down her cheek to her chest. His forehead pressed against hers. "Did we have a lovely time? You should just tell me what I want to know." His hot breath was against her skin, she hated that her body reacted to his low whispers and his hot breath on her ear, and react her body did. She could feel her core clench in response the the seductive whisper, even though she knew it was a threat. She should be furious not turned on.
"It seems that you are remembering our good times too." He pointedly stared at the hardened pebbles on her chest, before leaning forward more just to lick her lips. "You enjoyed it just as much as me." He whispered against her lips, she took the opportunity to reel back, slamming his forehead with hers. There was a sickening crack as instead of his forehead, she ended up head butting his nose. He jerked back at the attack, blood gushing from his nose.
"I didn't know you were into BDSM, I would have gladly played along if you asked nice." Talking made her throat hurt, she was thirsty, and she began to have a coughing fit. "We could have had even better times Theo." she managed to breathlessly grind out.
Theo suddenly burst out laugh, wiping the blood off his face he the proceeded to smear it over her face and lips. Her grabbed her hair again, keeping firm control of her head as he proceeded to lick his blood off of her lips. With full control of her head, he yanked it back eliciting a gasp from her. He then crushed her lips with his, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. The tangy iron taste of his blood on her tongue making her groan with ecstasy. ,Her body began to tremble in excitement, she could feel her core clench as she could feel the heat starting to burn. Her hips rocked against him, and she heard him chuckle.
"Perhaps I was using the wrong form of torture for you Astor." He bit down on her lower lip, causing Astor cry out in pleasure. Trembling and needy, she gave in to his advances. 'What the fuck am I doing? What is wrong with me?' those were the last clear thoughts she had before Theo deepened their kiss.
"Let's get you down from those chains." He thrust his bloody fingers into her mouth, which she eagerly sucked every bit of dried blood off. Licking his fingers like a cat would attack a bowl of cream. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed over in lust. Those lustful eyes and her body taking over her mind were too far gone. She wasn't able to notice the triumph smirk that graced Theo's lips, before he ordered his subordinates to unchain her and take her to his quarters.