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The Tower of Aried - Chapter 1

Vixna, a draeni mage with her dark elf companion, Nagaira, is on a journey to rescue the Princesses across the land that have been trapped in Towers. They are quickly joined by Arre, a wood elf with dreams of being the greatest hero, her dark elf companion, Saeryn, and her loyal wolf, Nyx. Their first destination, the Tower of Aried.

Inspired by Dungeons & Deviants Roleplay

[Adventure, Fantasy, Magic, Slavery, Fantastic Racism, Explicit Sexual Content, Elves, Dark Elves, Draeni, Monster Girls, Developing Friendships, Team Bonding, Team Dynamics, NSFW] [Original Work]

Warning: First scene contains Public Nudity, Public Humiliation, and Noncon.

Vixna had made a mistake.

Well, it wasn't a mistake, per se. A mistake implied that being locked in a stockade was in her control. It wasn't. There are very few ways to avoid angels, especially one that specifically hunts your kind. It was also difficult to bluff your way around someone that already had a grudge. Losing the ensuing battle also wasn't her fault. Trying to win said battle, that was her fault. In hindsight, she should have tried to run, though there was no guarantee that that would have worked either.

Vixna squirmed briefly, trying to pull out of her bonds. It didn't work of course, but it was difficult to keep entirely still. She had been stripped by the guards before being shoved into the stockade and being naked before a crowd of strangers made her antsy. Who would have thought?

A hand grabbed her hair, pulling her head up to look at the crowd. She couldn't move her head enough to see exactly how many were around her, but she could hear the movement of the guards on either side of her, see those that watched her. She pressed her legs together, trying to shrink in on herself as much as possible.

"People of Oroan," the angel called out, "Gaze upon the face of a heretic." The tight grip he had on her hair pulled painfully at her scalp and she hissed sharply. "You all know the punishment for calling upon the forbidden arts! Let this be a gentle reminder for you. Should you sin, the church can and will find you."

The angel released her hair and stepped back. He made a gesture, but she scarcely had a moment to contemplate what it meant before something hard and flat slammed against her backside. She cried out, the noise of the crowd raising as if in response. The paddle smacked against her again and again, setting a quick, hard pace.

The angel knelt beside her, cupping her face in his hands. His eyes were dark as they met hers, his hair long and silver, and his skin a whitewashed blue. His wings were folded against his back to avoid blocking the view of her. "Chin up, dear. Bear your punishment with grace and humility, and you may yet find forgiveness."

She looked into the crowd to avoid his gaze. They were avid watchers, some excited, some perturbed. In the shadows she could spot her companion, Nagaira. Nagaira would have a plan to rescue her, she was sure, but there were too many people for her to act now. She would likely have to wait for nightfall and that meant Vixna would have to endure this punishment in the meantime.

The angel smiled at her, beautiful and wicked. His wings spread wide as he stood. He signaled for the paddling to cease. Her rear was sore and aching, hot when the rest of her skin felt cold. Worst of all was the wanton throb between her legs. The angel's eyes burned as if he could see straight through her to the pool of desire that burned shamefully hot in her.

He looked over her head, to the guards. "You'll see to it that she won't be a repeat offender, won't you?"

"Of course, Sire!"

"Very good." The angel moved close to Vixna once more, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead. "Earn your forgiveness, dear," he whispered to her. He stepped back, smiling at her before flying up into the air and disappearing into a blinding light.

Once the angel was gone, the guards surrounded her. One hand stroked her sore bottom and Vixna bit her lip to contain the whimper that wished to escape. Hands stroked her sides, her thighs, groped at her breast, and grabbed at her hips. She whimpered, not in pain, but in pleasure. The attention had her quickly panting and she didn't fight the hand that moved up her thigh and between her legs.

She was wet, it was immediately apparent. Hot and dripping down her thighs. One of the guards chuckled as he slipped his fingers between her folds. She gasped, whined, closed her eyes against the feelings threatening to overtake her.

The crowd was becoming more rowdy. There was a dull roar of chatter, boors and jeers melded together into an indistinguishable mess.

One of the guards moved in front of her. "Draeni." His voice was low, but he was close enough that she could hear him over the crowd. "The church is more than willing to absolve you of your sins. But first, why don't you show us some hospitality?" he asked, absently stroking himself over his pants.

Vixna pressed her lips together tightly. She was not keen on being very hospitable, particularly not while locked in the stocks and in front of a crowd. He nodded at one of the guards, and the hands probing her sex were replaced with an eager tongue, lapping greedily at her and causing her squirm and squeal. Her face burned with embarrassment and hands locked down on her thighs, keeping her from moving away.

He reached for his belt when an arrow thudded against the stockade, nicking his arm in the process. The guard turned, leaping from the platform and drawing his blade. "Who goes there? Halt in the name of the Church!" He was met with utter silence. The guard pushed his way into the crowd, shoving through with the flat of his sword before he grunted, stumbling back before falling over, an arrow buried in his shoulder.

Immediately there was an explosion of chaos. The crowd largely dispersed, fleeing as the remaining guards left Vixna to attend their fallen comrade. Passersby drawn in by the new noise of the crowd joined to see what the fuss was about. The screams of the crowd and the shouts of the guards were peppered with the thud of arrows and, oddly enough, animistic growls. She was newly aware of how naked and vulnerable she was. If a stray arrow hit her there was little to nothing that she could do to protect herself.

She jumped as something touched her hand, but the following whisper put her again at ease. "My lady," Nagaira said softly. Vixna couldn't yet see her, but in short order she was released from her prison. Nagaira was gentle as she helped Vixna support her weight. "Let's get you out of here."

"Thank you, Nagaira," Vixna breathed out.

With arrows flying overhead and her wolf's snarls ringing through the area, the crowd had quickly dispersed. Arre plucked another arrow from her quiver, holding it against her bow as she surveyed the area. The guards that hadn't been run off had been shot down, though she'd been careful not to kill any of them. Her entire point was to stop the humiliation of the draeni. She looked to the stockade and was surprised to find that it was empty and the girl was gone.

"Wha? Where'd she go?" she exclaimed.

"She escaped during the fight," a voice said softly behind her. Arre turned to find Saeryn, her dark elf companion, wiping her twin blades on an unconscious guard before sheathing them at the belt adorning her hips. The belt covered the most of Saeryn of all her clothing, leaving thin, black, fabric covering little more than her essentials. She moved closer to Arre, gold bands jingling on her arms, a beautiful contrast against her brown skin. Saeryn pushed waves of long silver hair over one shoulder as she turned bright yellow eyes to her and asked, "What now, Arre?"

Arre frowned briefly as she slung her bow over her shoulder. She knelt and reached for her wolf, which came to her side to receive the petting she offered. "Maybe we should go find her. She might be hurt.

Her wolf snarled at her. "You just think she's attractive and hope that she will mate with you as a reward," Nyx scoffed.

"Do not!" Arre objected.

"You could not convince me otherwise," Nyx insisted.

Arre growled at her wolf. "You ungrateful little--"

Saeryn attempted to stifle her laughter. She couldn't understand the wolf the way Arre could, but the banter between wood elf and wolf was more often than not amusing to watch. Arre always said that it should not be so funny to watch her argue with a wolf, but Saeryn was sure that it was because she was embarrassed for losing those fights. Saeryn knelt to scratch Nyx behind the ears, which was her weakness. "You'll help Arre, won't you, Nyx?"

Nyx let her tongue roll out of her mouth in pleasure. "I suppose if Saeryn ask, I can do that."

Arre stared, dumbfounded. "Traitor. You're my companion! You should do it because I asked you!" She tugged Saeryn back to her feet, knowing Nyx wouldn't move until the petting stopped or she was satisfied. "Lead the way, girl."

Nyx huffed at being interrupted, but shook herself and began sniffing around the stockade for a scent to follow.

Nyx's trail led them into the slums, to one run down house in particular. The roof sagged, caved in at parts. Arre would have assumed that it was abandoned had Nyx not insisted that this was where the trail ended. She knocked on the door, causing it to creek open.

The draeni was there, sitting on the floor at the back of the room. She looked better than she had earlier, healthier, and she was clothed this time. Her skin was a soft pink, with blue tattoos circling her wrist and ankles. Her thick black horns were curved over her head, cradling it, the tips nearly meeting her temples, and her long white hair hung down her back. There was an open cloak hanging loosely off of her shoulders, a white sleeveless top clinging to her ample chest, and a long black skirt hanging just above her ankles. Her dark eyes were wide with surprise as they met Arre's.

The eye contact only lasted a moment before a dark elf stood before her, a blade to Arre's neck, effectively blocking her view of the draeni. The elf had sharp, dark eyes, dark grey skin, and pointed ears poking out of long, powder blue hair. "Give me one reason not to strike you down where you stand."

Nyx bristled at Arre's side, growling at the dark elf.

Arre put her hands up, stepping back. "I'm not here to fight!" she said quickly. "I just wanted to make sure she was okay."

"It's okay, Nagaira," the draeni said. "I am feeling much better. You can let them in."

The dark elf watched them for a moment longer before dropping the blade to her side and retreating to the dreani's side. She stood, watching them curiously. She was prettier up close, offering them a smile. "I am Vixna." She gestured to the dark elf beside her. "This is my protective companion, Nagaira. Were you responsible for the... commotion earlier?"

"That was me," Arre answered. Her brow began to furrow. "I can't stand those sorts of actions. I don't even know what you might have done, but there's no reason to publicly... humiliate you like that."

Laughter slipped through Vixna's lips. "Clearly you aren't familiar with the church."

Arre gave her a blank stare. "The church?"

Vixna gave her a wry smile. Her head tilted as her gaze traveled over Arre, noting her yellow skin and piercing blue eyes. Her red hair hung loose around her face, ears poking out through the strands. "You're an elf. It makes sense that you might be surprised by such a thing. In a lot of places, magic is frowned upon, and the Church can be very enthusiastic in capturing and punishing those that use the arts."

"That's insane!"

Vixna shrugged. "That's the Theocracy. It's no worse than the slavery and discrimination dark elves suffer," she added, her gaze lingering on Saeryn standing quietly behind Arre. "Unfortunate that it puts me at a disadvantage when protecting Nagaira."

Arre's eyes widened when she realized what the draeni was implying. "I- I'm not... She's not my slave! She's my friend! Just like how Nagaira is to you."

"Pretty words when you fail to even introduce her," Nagaira said, watching them carefully.

"I'm Arre. This is my friend Saeryn," she gestured to the dark elf before kneeling beside her wolf, burying fingers in the fur. "This here is Nyx."

"Nice to meet you," Saeryn said quietly.

Vixna nodded to the elves before her. "It's nice to meet you all, as well, and thank you for saving me. Not many would, not around here."

Arre relaxed against Nyx, smoothing the fur between her fingers. "It's no problem at all. I'm just glad you're okay."

"Why did you come looking for her?" Nagaira interjected, sheathing her blade and crossing her arms. "You'd already interfered in their humiliation and had to have seen that she'd escaped."

"I just wanted to be sure she was okay," Arre said, exasperated. "Anything could have happened. A guard could have snuck her away, or something worse could have happened. I needed to know she was safe."

Vixna let out a giggle. "My hero," she said playfully. "Is that what you do, run around saving people?"

Arre blushed. "Actually, kinda..."

Vixna's eyes lit up and her smile widened. "In that case, maybe you'd be interested in helping me?"

"My lady, no!" Nagaira objected, turning to face her companion. "We don't even know them."

"I think they've demonstrated good intentions," Vixna said. "And if worse comes to worst, I've got you to protect me."

Nagaira frowned, but she pressed her lips together tightly and stayed silent.

Arre's watched the aside with wide eyes and asked, "What do you need help with?"

"I've got a mission of my own," Vixna answered. "A rescue mission, you could say. There have been princesses being locked in Towers, it's been happening all over the place. They've been kidnapped and locked up and no one has been able to do anything about it... yet. I intend to go across the land and free them all. There's a tower not too far outside of this town and I plan to go there to set the captive free. If you're really interested in playing hero, you can feel free to lend me a hand."

"Yes!" Arre agreed, quickly and loudly. She smiled widely, her entire body radiating excitement.

"Don't look now, but your tail is wagging," Nyx barked.

Arre turned to glare at her. "Is not!"

Vixna gave her a bemused smile. Nagaira looked entirely unimpressed.

Saeryn took a hesitant step forward, but kept herself behind Arre. "Arre has a goal, as well," she explained softly. "She want to help people and she wants to be a great hero. The greatest hero."

Arre rubbed the back of her head as she blushed. "I would love to help you. And I really love that helping you will lead to helping even more people. So I would love to join you on your quest."

Vixna smiled. "I would be grateful to have the help. Now, let's get out of here. I don't think anyone owns this shack, but I'd rather not stick around too long."

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