Chapter XIII: The Possession
To say the least, the Sorceress was somewhat taken aback by this sudden outbreak of action. For a few moments, she was in almost utter shock. Her jaw fell open and made it very easy for the elder woman's tongue to enter within her mouth.
Those few moments cost her dearly. The white haired woman swept into her mouth with all of the force and passion she could muster, her tongue swirling around and seeming to drink all of the Sorceress in.
After a time, the brutal assault on her mouth ceased, but only because Moria had pulled herself away.
The Sorceress looked up at her with wide eyes, both relieved and somewhat terrified of what the elder woman's sudden halt could imply. What is she doing? She thought bitterly. Isn't it bad enough I have to be subjected to this torture without her stopping and starting continuously? She groaned softly, annoyed at the sheer madness of her situation.
Moria looked down at her with a minimal amount of pity in her eyes. "No," she whispered gently, breathing in the scent of the younger woman's hair. "It isn't bad enough, though you forgot to mention I can also read your thoughts and know every contour of your body." She grinned at the Sorceress' obvious rage, chuckling as the younger woman's eyes filled with hatred. "My dreams really are wonderful things, Teelina," she said softly.
"I'll bet," the redhead growled angrily, trying to squirm out from beneath the older woman.
Lady Moria shook her head disapprovingly. "Teelina, Teelina," she chastised, clicking her tongue. "Let's have none of that, dear." She tightened her hold upon the redhead's right hand, her thumb brushing and pressing down upon the symbol she had just placed there.
Teelina shrieked, more surprised than injured, a shooting pain traveling up her arm as the symbol burned red, before returning coolly to black.
"Let me make something perfectly clear, dear, dear Teelina," Moria lulled, a dangerous hint to her voice. She gripped the younger woman's hand even tighter, threatening to cut off the blood circulation to her fingers. "You. Are. Mine," she hissed, her voice now both seductive and perilous at the same time. "And I will tolerate no disobedience from my property. Do you understand?"
The Sorceress winced in pain and nodded grimly, tears of agony beginning in her blue eyes. "Yes," she gasped.
"Good."
And nothing more was said on the matter.
Cautiously, Lady Moria removed her hands from the Sorceress', making sure that she wouldn't try to struggle. Teelina remained stationary. Smiling softly, the elder woman brought her pale hand up to the redhead's lips, parting them slightly. The Sorceress closed her eyes in shame but did nothing else.
Moria's hand trailed along the tanner skin of the Sorceress' face. \\Open your eyes, Teelina,\\ she whispered softly, unintentionally slipping into her native language.
Blue eyes opened to meet amethyst, and Teelina struggled not to inhale sharply. The elder woman's eyes had changed from the way they usually appeared. Instead of her normally composed and stolid gaze, Moria's eyes held all the emotions she was currently feeling. Lust. Glee. Happiness. Anticipation. Satisfaction. All those were to be expected. But Teelina found as she peered into the amethyst pools that other emotions were present as well. Shame. Remorse. Sorrow. A small hint of Anger. And then Teelina saw her own eyes reflected in Moria's gaze, and was amazed to realize there were several emotions they shared. The one that struck her the most, as she began to drown in the elder woman's gaze, was Loneliness.
The elder woman blinked, and the detached equanimity that was her trademark reappeared. Teelina was left wondering whether or not she had really seen such emotion in the elder woman's eyes.
And then, without warning, Lady Moria stopped. She smiled sadly, and sat up, swinging her knees around the side of the bed and beginning to stand.
More than just a little confused, Teelina sat up, a questioning look in her eyes. "What are you doing?" she asked, her tone bewildered.
The elder woman looked empathetically towards the redhead. "Stopping. While I still can," she replied, sighing raggedly. She sat on the bed with her feet over the end and touching the floor. "You don't need this now, Teelina," she said gently.
The Sorceress of Grayskull gazed upon the older woman, looking perplexed. The faintest inkling of betrayal lurked in her eyes. "Do you?" she questioned, sitting up and looking into the amethyst orbs.
Lady Moria hesitated, her eyes downcast. "Not now, no," she answered after a moment. She raised her gaze and looked at the younger woman, smiling softly. "There will come a time when both of us will need this, Teelina," she observed. "But that is not today."
"And this has just suddenly come to you now? After all this work you've gone through, you're not going to." she struggled for the right word, ".take me?" the redhead asked skeptically, moving to set her feet upon the floor as Moria was doing.
An amused sort of glint came into the elder woman's eyes. "No," she said softly, bringing her hand up to trail through Teelina's hair. "Unless you want me to, of course," she said, smirking softly.
The Sorceress shook her head, partly to discourage Moria from getting too playful with her hair. "No," she answered quickly. "I'd just like to know why you've suddenly changed your mind."
"Teelina." The white haired woman's tone was commanding and gentle at the same time. "It was never my intention to 'take' you this evening. Though, I have to admit it, idea did cross my mind," she winked. "But it's against my morals to rape someone, even you."
The redhead sighed confusedly. "I don't understand you," she admitted softly. "You just said that one day you would. take me. Won't it be rape then?"
Lady Moria's eyes twinkled gently. "No," she answered, her tone soft as her hand continued to slide through Teelina's red tresses. "Oh, rest assured, Teelina, I will 'take' you," she commented, noting the younger woman's confusion. "But when I do.. Teelina, it will be because you ask me to."
Silence filled the room for a moment as they simply stared into each other's eyes. Eventually, the blue-eyed woman sighed softly. "If you don't want to use me physically, Moria," she said, questioning. "Then what do you intend to do with me for the next ten hours?"
The elder woman winked slowly. "Teach you," she said simply.
"Teach me what?" Teelina asked, taking the bait.
Lady Moria smiled softly and stood, offering her hand to the younger woman. "Your birthright," she answered, her tone as mysterious as her reply.
The Sorceress timidly reached out her hand to take that of the elder woman. "And what is that, exactly?"
A small laugh escaped the Ancient Dereskian, as she pulled the younger woman upright. "So many questions, Teelina," she exclaimed mildly. "You'll simply have to wait and find out." Keeping hold of the redhead's hand, the elder woman closed her eyes and gently began to sink them into the floor.
They resurfaced in the throne room of Grayskull.
Teelina paused for a moment to reorient herself. She took a sideways glance at her 'companion.' "That is a very interesting way to travel, Moria," she commented, almost amused.
Lady Moria winked a swirling eye at her. "I find it convenient," she replied simply, walking down the golden steps of the pyramid that they had appeared atop, indicating silently that Teelina was to do likewise.
The Sorceress followed silently. About a quarter of the way down, Moria sighed somewhat darkly, and paused in her descent. She turned to look behind her and smiled deviously at the younger woman. The infamous amethyst eyes closed, and the elder woman spread her arms out wide over the edge of the pyramid. She jumped up and off the golden pinnacle.
Teelina's eyes grew as wide as saucers as she watched the white- haired woman plummet down towards the floor.
At what seemed to be the last possible moment, a pair of wings ripped their way through Moria's back, one white and feathered, and the other dark and membranous.
The Queen of the Dereskïgiä ceased her descent a few feet from the ground, and landed gracefully on her feet. The wings disappeared into her back the next moment, and Teelina wondered if she had even seen them at all.
Looking up at the Sorceress, Moria chuckled softly. "Come along, Teelina," she called like a schoolteacher would to a student. "The night is waning fast."
The Sorceress decided that since the elder woman was showing off, she would as well. She transformed into Zoar the falcon, flew down the steps, and reformed into her human self, landing behind the white-haired woman.
The Ancient Dereskian looked at her, the beginnings of a smile on her lips. She looked thoughtful for a moment, as if deciding on something. Apparently, she negated whatever thought she was playing with in her mind.
A sorrowful tint came into the amethyst eyes of the Dereskian Queen. "First, Teelina," she said softly. "I need to show you how our nation began, and, more importantly, how it ended."
"But I know how it ended," the redhead interjected; a bit surprised that she was going to be receiving a lesson of history. "I was there."
Moria regarded her almost sadly. "Yes, you were," she observed. "But you do not know all there is to that story, even having experienced it for yourself firsthand. You know the Eternian side. I will show you what I remember, as well as what happened before."
"And why should I need to know that?" Teelina questioned, almost angrily. "What purpose can it possibly serve to dwell in the past?"
The elder woman's eyes turned icy and they narrowed. "It will serve my purpose," she stated, her tone unfeeling. "And as you are currently my property, that is all you need to know."
Teelina looked as though she would interject, but Moria turned from her and raised her palms into the air. A great sphere of amethyst light rose from the pale hands and hovered near the floor.
\\Sit,\\ Lady Moria commanded gently, this time knowing full well what language she spoke in. \\This will take a while.\\ The elder woman's voice, even speaking her own tongue, became slightly different in pitch. It grew a bit more ethereal, more otherworldly, and Teelina had a strange feeling she had heard the tone somewhere before.
As both women sat upon the floor, the orb started to swirl and foggy images slowly began to emerge with growing clarity.
To say the least, the Sorceress was somewhat taken aback by this sudden outbreak of action. For a few moments, she was in almost utter shock. Her jaw fell open and made it very easy for the elder woman's tongue to enter within her mouth.
Those few moments cost her dearly. The white haired woman swept into her mouth with all of the force and passion she could muster, her tongue swirling around and seeming to drink all of the Sorceress in.
After a time, the brutal assault on her mouth ceased, but only because Moria had pulled herself away.
The Sorceress looked up at her with wide eyes, both relieved and somewhat terrified of what the elder woman's sudden halt could imply. What is she doing? She thought bitterly. Isn't it bad enough I have to be subjected to this torture without her stopping and starting continuously? She groaned softly, annoyed at the sheer madness of her situation.
Moria looked down at her with a minimal amount of pity in her eyes. "No," she whispered gently, breathing in the scent of the younger woman's hair. "It isn't bad enough, though you forgot to mention I can also read your thoughts and know every contour of your body." She grinned at the Sorceress' obvious rage, chuckling as the younger woman's eyes filled with hatred. "My dreams really are wonderful things, Teelina," she said softly.
"I'll bet," the redhead growled angrily, trying to squirm out from beneath the older woman.
Lady Moria shook her head disapprovingly. "Teelina, Teelina," she chastised, clicking her tongue. "Let's have none of that, dear." She tightened her hold upon the redhead's right hand, her thumb brushing and pressing down upon the symbol she had just placed there.
Teelina shrieked, more surprised than injured, a shooting pain traveling up her arm as the symbol burned red, before returning coolly to black.
"Let me make something perfectly clear, dear, dear Teelina," Moria lulled, a dangerous hint to her voice. She gripped the younger woman's hand even tighter, threatening to cut off the blood circulation to her fingers. "You. Are. Mine," she hissed, her voice now both seductive and perilous at the same time. "And I will tolerate no disobedience from my property. Do you understand?"
The Sorceress winced in pain and nodded grimly, tears of agony beginning in her blue eyes. "Yes," she gasped.
"Good."
And nothing more was said on the matter.
Cautiously, Lady Moria removed her hands from the Sorceress', making sure that she wouldn't try to struggle. Teelina remained stationary. Smiling softly, the elder woman brought her pale hand up to the redhead's lips, parting them slightly. The Sorceress closed her eyes in shame but did nothing else.
Moria's hand trailed along the tanner skin of the Sorceress' face. \\Open your eyes, Teelina,\\ she whispered softly, unintentionally slipping into her native language.
Blue eyes opened to meet amethyst, and Teelina struggled not to inhale sharply. The elder woman's eyes had changed from the way they usually appeared. Instead of her normally composed and stolid gaze, Moria's eyes held all the emotions she was currently feeling. Lust. Glee. Happiness. Anticipation. Satisfaction. All those were to be expected. But Teelina found as she peered into the amethyst pools that other emotions were present as well. Shame. Remorse. Sorrow. A small hint of Anger. And then Teelina saw her own eyes reflected in Moria's gaze, and was amazed to realize there were several emotions they shared. The one that struck her the most, as she began to drown in the elder woman's gaze, was Loneliness.
The elder woman blinked, and the detached equanimity that was her trademark reappeared. Teelina was left wondering whether or not she had really seen such emotion in the elder woman's eyes.
And then, without warning, Lady Moria stopped. She smiled sadly, and sat up, swinging her knees around the side of the bed and beginning to stand.
More than just a little confused, Teelina sat up, a questioning look in her eyes. "What are you doing?" she asked, her tone bewildered.
The elder woman looked empathetically towards the redhead. "Stopping. While I still can," she replied, sighing raggedly. She sat on the bed with her feet over the end and touching the floor. "You don't need this now, Teelina," she said gently.
The Sorceress of Grayskull gazed upon the older woman, looking perplexed. The faintest inkling of betrayal lurked in her eyes. "Do you?" she questioned, sitting up and looking into the amethyst orbs.
Lady Moria hesitated, her eyes downcast. "Not now, no," she answered after a moment. She raised her gaze and looked at the younger woman, smiling softly. "There will come a time when both of us will need this, Teelina," she observed. "But that is not today."
"And this has just suddenly come to you now? After all this work you've gone through, you're not going to." she struggled for the right word, ".take me?" the redhead asked skeptically, moving to set her feet upon the floor as Moria was doing.
An amused sort of glint came into the elder woman's eyes. "No," she said softly, bringing her hand up to trail through Teelina's hair. "Unless you want me to, of course," she said, smirking softly.
The Sorceress shook her head, partly to discourage Moria from getting too playful with her hair. "No," she answered quickly. "I'd just like to know why you've suddenly changed your mind."
"Teelina." The white haired woman's tone was commanding and gentle at the same time. "It was never my intention to 'take' you this evening. Though, I have to admit it, idea did cross my mind," she winked. "But it's against my morals to rape someone, even you."
The redhead sighed confusedly. "I don't understand you," she admitted softly. "You just said that one day you would. take me. Won't it be rape then?"
Lady Moria's eyes twinkled gently. "No," she answered, her tone soft as her hand continued to slide through Teelina's red tresses. "Oh, rest assured, Teelina, I will 'take' you," she commented, noting the younger woman's confusion. "But when I do.. Teelina, it will be because you ask me to."
Silence filled the room for a moment as they simply stared into each other's eyes. Eventually, the blue-eyed woman sighed softly. "If you don't want to use me physically, Moria," she said, questioning. "Then what do you intend to do with me for the next ten hours?"
The elder woman winked slowly. "Teach you," she said simply.
"Teach me what?" Teelina asked, taking the bait.
Lady Moria smiled softly and stood, offering her hand to the younger woman. "Your birthright," she answered, her tone as mysterious as her reply.
The Sorceress timidly reached out her hand to take that of the elder woman. "And what is that, exactly?"
A small laugh escaped the Ancient Dereskian, as she pulled the younger woman upright. "So many questions, Teelina," she exclaimed mildly. "You'll simply have to wait and find out." Keeping hold of the redhead's hand, the elder woman closed her eyes and gently began to sink them into the floor.
They resurfaced in the throne room of Grayskull.
Teelina paused for a moment to reorient herself. She took a sideways glance at her 'companion.' "That is a very interesting way to travel, Moria," she commented, almost amused.
Lady Moria winked a swirling eye at her. "I find it convenient," she replied simply, walking down the golden steps of the pyramid that they had appeared atop, indicating silently that Teelina was to do likewise.
The Sorceress followed silently. About a quarter of the way down, Moria sighed somewhat darkly, and paused in her descent. She turned to look behind her and smiled deviously at the younger woman. The infamous amethyst eyes closed, and the elder woman spread her arms out wide over the edge of the pyramid. She jumped up and off the golden pinnacle.
Teelina's eyes grew as wide as saucers as she watched the white- haired woman plummet down towards the floor.
At what seemed to be the last possible moment, a pair of wings ripped their way through Moria's back, one white and feathered, and the other dark and membranous.
The Queen of the Dereskïgiä ceased her descent a few feet from the ground, and landed gracefully on her feet. The wings disappeared into her back the next moment, and Teelina wondered if she had even seen them at all.
Looking up at the Sorceress, Moria chuckled softly. "Come along, Teelina," she called like a schoolteacher would to a student. "The night is waning fast."
The Sorceress decided that since the elder woman was showing off, she would as well. She transformed into Zoar the falcon, flew down the steps, and reformed into her human self, landing behind the white-haired woman.
The Ancient Dereskian looked at her, the beginnings of a smile on her lips. She looked thoughtful for a moment, as if deciding on something. Apparently, she negated whatever thought she was playing with in her mind.
A sorrowful tint came into the amethyst eyes of the Dereskian Queen. "First, Teelina," she said softly. "I need to show you how our nation began, and, more importantly, how it ended."
"But I know how it ended," the redhead interjected; a bit surprised that she was going to be receiving a lesson of history. "I was there."
Moria regarded her almost sadly. "Yes, you were," she observed. "But you do not know all there is to that story, even having experienced it for yourself firsthand. You know the Eternian side. I will show you what I remember, as well as what happened before."
"And why should I need to know that?" Teelina questioned, almost angrily. "What purpose can it possibly serve to dwell in the past?"
The elder woman's eyes turned icy and they narrowed. "It will serve my purpose," she stated, her tone unfeeling. "And as you are currently my property, that is all you need to know."
Teelina looked as though she would interject, but Moria turned from her and raised her palms into the air. A great sphere of amethyst light rose from the pale hands and hovered near the floor.
\\Sit,\\ Lady Moria commanded gently, this time knowing full well what language she spoke in. \\This will take a while.\\ The elder woman's voice, even speaking her own tongue, became slightly different in pitch. It grew a bit more ethereal, more otherworldly, and Teelina had a strange feeling she had heard the tone somewhere before.
As both women sat upon the floor, the orb started to swirl and foggy images slowly began to emerge with growing clarity.