Beneath the ruins of Adiranthe part 9 - by Paladin

I have dibs on the very ending, but Paladin wrote this and the next two or three parts, I enjoyed reading them  very much indeed and hope you all do too. ~Susan

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With no-one to observe her, Eleria brought the mirror out from behind the screens and studied her reflection. It was, she had to admit, a remarkable use of magic. The silk followed every contour of her body. Eleria half turned and rolled her hip, she gave her backside a pat, ‘damn but the black silk makes my ass look good. It would actually make a very effective thieves garb if it wasn’t for the neckline.’

Eleria studied the bustline critically. Too much skin would reflect even a glimmer of light, potentially waking a sleeping mark. The silk bodice quivered slightly as she continued to look at her reflection. “Perhaps more of a halter-top,” she mused. “It would cover more of my chest while leaving my arms free.” 

In the mirror she watched stunned as the silk strips wove themselves up, forming the top she’d imagined. Eleria gasped and her carefully built up image vanished. The silk quickly reverted back to it’s original design. 

The magic in the material had responded to her thoughts, she was sure of it. Eleria concentrated on the boots. In response the ridiculously high heels shrank. She let the image go and the heels shot up quickly enough to nearly throw her off balance.

Eleria tried again and the silk responded more quickly becoming the kind of outfit suitable for stealthy movement and nefarious deeds. With a little practice she could hold the image in the back of her mind while walking, then running. Finally she launched herself into the air, tumbling then landing lightly. She jumped again and lashed out with a spinning kick that whistled through the air. Eleria landed in a low crouch. She sprang backwards, landed on her hands and balanced easily. Eleria transferred all her weight to one hand and performed a smooth one-handed press-up. As she dipped a second time she allowed her self to roll forward and back up onto her feet.

Easy! All too easy. Kardan was right the magic enhanced all her strengths and not just the ones he thought would benefit him most. Eleria clamped down on her elation. He couldn’t suspect anything until the right moment when she would use the magic against him, defeating him and winning her freedom.

For a moment she allowed herself to picture revisiting all her humiliations back on her captor. How would it be to throw him to the ground and look into his frustrated face as she straddled his chest, pinning him to the ground and demanding he submit. Or to ride him through the stone corridors of his own realm until he collapsed exhausted under her. Eleria grinned, oh he would be exhausted all right. She would drive him on till he begged her to get off, then on again until he promised her anything just to be allowed to rest. Then when his limbs shook and his back sank beneath her she would force him to carry her on until he collapsed and admitted she had utterly defeated him.

Eleria clenched her fists. Kardan obviously hadn’t expected her to discover the secret of the silk or even more likely he hadn’t known her will could be imposed through the magic that infused the material. 

She strode, confident for the first time since her capture, to the door. When she’d been learning her trade her teacher had encouraged her to learn how to use every tool at her disposal. Kardan might be powerful, might be lord of his domain but he was still just a man and Eleria knew how to manipulate that weakness. She allowed the silk to revert to it’s original form then opened the door. “I wish to speak with your master and you will take me to him, now.”

Whether it was the commanding tone in her voice, her neckline or pure shock the goblins bowed and led her away. 

They led Eleria to the most ornately carved set of double doors she had yet seen. Her guards spoke quietly with the door guards who kept looking at her. With a sigh she brushed through them and pushed the doors open. 

As Eleria barged into Kardan’s personal chambers a part of her mind couldn’t help but assess the value of the objects that lay scattered around. Wealth that could keep a thief in luxury for years lay within easy reach everywhere she looked. Her fingers itched.

The guards rushed in behind her. Spears blocked her way and Eleria put her hands on her hips, “Kardan!” she yelled.

A half dressed Goblin King strode in from another chamber. He smiled, “I don’t remember summoning or requesting your presence.” He waved the guards away.

Eleria let her gaze move slowly up his body, not bothering to hide her attention. She gave Kardan a lazy smile that she could see confused him. He was also physically appealing which would make her subterfuge that much easier.

Eleria lowered her head but looked up at him through her lashes. Submissive but sweet, nothing like her usual defiance.

Kardan frowned then crossed to a chair. He dropped his weight into it. “Well you came to see me so speak. Tell me what brings you here?”

Keeping her head bowed Eleria stepped through the circle of guards. Once clearly in Kardan’s view she slowly, very slowly, dropped down to her knees.

Kardan’s eyes widened, “leave us,” he ordered and the goblins left in swift order. “Now what is this about?”

Eleria ignored the question but raised her head to look at the Goblin King, knowing he couldn’t help but look at her cleavage. Once she had his attention she began to crawl, slowly, towards him. She emphasised the shift of her shoulders and sway of her hips as she crawled.

Kardan had shifted forward in his chair, his chin resting on his hand as he watched every movement. “I’m not sure what...,” his voice trailed away as she drew closer.

Eleria stopped before him. She lowered her head a softly kissed his bare feet. She easily felt the shudder of delight that passed through his body. Smiling wickedly to herself, knowing he couldn’t see her expression she again lowered her head. Lightly she drew her tongue across the soft skin of his feet. Tracing curves and lines as Kardan gasped and made soft moans of pleasure.

Eleria rose without a sound and took his boots from beside the chair. Gently she helped him into them. Then she took up his spurs. Silver and jewel inset she could live like a noble for months off the pair of them. 

Eleria straightened up so that she could look Kardan in the eyes. Lightly she placed the rowel of the first spur against her cleavage. As Kardan watched, unable to tear his eyes away, she rolled the golden points up between her breasts to her throat, up over her chin to her lips. She kissed the rowel allowing her lips to press softly against the metal. Eleria bowed back down and fastened the spur to a boot.

Eleria took up the second spur and with a teasing look she repeated her earlier action. As the golden rowel met her lips though she raised the spur higher and tilted her head backwards. Her tongue slipped from between her lips to caress the points. Eleria’s tongue curled delicately around the golden disc then flicked back setting the rowel spinning. She fastened to his boot.

With a final teasing look Eleria dropped forward onto all fours and turned away from Kardan making sure her hips rolled emphasising her silk wrapped behind. She positioned herself on all fours the very image of a submissive pony. As if stretching she rolled her shoulders and then let the movement flow through her body. 

Eleria heard Kardan stand up and move towards her. His hand came down on her shoulder. As he traced it down her back she arched and dipped like a cat. His hand came to a halt on her backside and she could feel the heat of his skin through the silk as his fingers followed the curve of her behind. 

Kardan stepped over her without speaking. He lowered himself gently, allowing his weight to settle into the curve of her back. Before he could speak or act Eleria rocked forward. As she did she lowered her chest towards the ground, pushed up then rolled her back feeling Kardan move up and down with the movement. Eleria continued to sinuously roll and move her body, constantly keeping Kardan moving, pressing up against him then dropping him deeply into her. For his part Kardan said nothing but his breathing grew quicker, shallower. He rode her with each movement, making no attempt to influence what she did.

Eleria increased the pace of her movements and Kardan’s body responded to the pressure moving against him. Eleria grinned to herself. Physically she was finding this easy and although she was on all fours it was her who was actually in control.

She sped up, slowed down and then using her enhanced strength lifted him higher than before. She dropped her back as deeply as she could and felt Kardan sink into her back and he groaned. She did it again, faster this time and Kardans spurs finally found her thighs. “Faster,” he commanded.

Eleria grinned again, “yes Master,” she said breathlessly, although she felt fine but he expected her to be struggling by now. 

“Command me Master,” she pleaded as she sped up. “Make me your slave, ride me until I please you!” She moaned as if at the last vestiges of her strength.  

Eleria felt Kardan’s muscles tighten dramatically. His breathing became a loud roar as he reached the pinnacle of his excitement. Eleria stopped and sagged as if exhausted. She let her head drop as she felt Kardan lean forward to hug her. “I have no idea what brought this on,” he whispered into her ear, “but I would happily trade a kingdom for a slave such as you.”

He stood and Eleria rose to her feet also. She crowded close and kissed his chest, “a slave you might free one day if you are pleased with her,” she murmured into his chest.

Kardan chuckled, “an interesting change of tactics my little pony and one which I think will serve you much better than your customary defiance.” He held her at arms length, “I need to quickly refresh myself but when I return I should again find you saddled and ready to be ridden.” He raised an eyebrow as if expecting her to protest.

Eleria simply dropped back onto all fours, “I am ready Master,” she said. 

As Kardan left she watched him go, walking out of the room with an arrogant swagger. “I’m ready all right goblin breath,” she whispered to herself.

Beneath the ruins of Adiranthe Ch 8 - By Paladin

Surprise! Paladin has taken a hand in writing Adiranthe. A gauntleted hand? Should we be worried??

This does not start directly where the last chapters finished, you could imagine a couple of days later.

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Eleria could hear the flap, flap of leathery feet. Goblins! she was beginning to despise the sight and sound of them. Goblin Breath’s obsequious minions constantly padded up and down the corridors outside her room. Eleria glared around her room, cell more like it! There was nothing left to hurl. They’d taken it all and if she’d dared throw any of her bedding the little fiends would have happily left her to sleep on the stone floor.

She stretched and could tell her muscles were back to their normal fluid strength. Her captor hadn’t made any demands of her in days. No demands that she play the role of his pony as he arrogantly rode her throughout his underground kingdom. No wrestling matches that would end with him sitting astride her body laughing down at her. The thought reminded Eleria of other feelings his attentions had brought but she ruthlessly pushed them away.  

Soon he would make a mistake and she would be free. Every physical challenge honed her strength, every contest between them gave her opportunities to study his skills, to find a weakness.

The door opened and her guards trooped in. “The Master commands your presence,” one hissed. 

Eleria sneered, “he’s not my master.”

The guards stood like statues, waiting. Eleria knew her patience would run out before theirs did so she stood and walked through the doorway. Her guards fell in step.  

If she was honest with herself she would have admitted that although the lack of attention from the Goblin King had given her body time to recover it had also given her time to become very bored.

Eleria was a thief by choice as well as by natural ability. Any other life would have been stifling and dull.

The guards halted before a large door. Without waiting for her them Eleria threw the door open and strode in. The room was something of a surprise. A large folding screen blocked off one corner of the room while the largest stone bath Eleria had ever seen dominated the centre. Steam rose up from the bath carrying with it the scent of roses. She turned to find her captor observing her from the comfort of a throne-like chair.

“You wanted to see me?” she made it sound like a challenge not a question.

He raised an amused eyebrow, “slaves are summoned not requested.”

Eleria bristled, “I’m a captive not some piece of meat on an auction block.”

Kardan laughed. “Strip!” he ordered.

Eleria shot him a look of pure hate, “bite me goblin breath.”

He laughed louder, “if it would make you more compliant I would but for now you will strip and then bathe.”

Eleria frowned. It didn’t quite sound like he was about to take advantage of her so what was he up to. “Why should I?”

Kardan wrinkled his nose, “you smell,” he commented and gestured towards the bath.

Eleria’s eyebrows shot up, any retort was swallowed by the shock of his statement. “I what?” she demanded.

He shrugged, “you smell and I simply thought you’d enjoy the chance to bathe.”

As quickly as possible and without making it too obvious she evaluated his statement. After days of living underground and the physical demands placed on her it was no surprise she was a bit fragrant. “Fine but I’m only doing it because I want to. I suppose you’re going to watch?”

He shrugged and smiled, “one of the privileges of being your captor I suppose.”

Eleria turned her back on him and quickly stripped off her brief underclothes. 

Kardan watched intently as Eleria climbed the steps to the broad lip of the bath. Steam rose to wreath around the soft curves and toned muscles of her body. She dipped a toe in a sighed at the temperature of the water. Eleria half turned to offer him a wicked smile knowing he’d be watching. Then she slowly lowered herself into the water.

Eleria felt the heat from the scented water sink deep into her bones. She allowed herself to slip beneath the surface before rising pushing her hair away from her face. On the stone lip opposite were jars and soaps. Eleria took her time testing and enjoying each offering. 

Kardan watched without speaking, allowing her to take whatever time she wished. Eventually she slipped beneath the surface one last time before rising and turning to face him. Her skin glowed and beads of water ran down her face to trace fascinating lines across her shoulders and down the curves of her breasts.

Eleria coughed, “my eyes are up here.”

With a jolt Kardan realised he’d been staring, barely breathing, like a youth seeing a beautiful girl for the first time. Eleria ran her hands through her hair and laughed as Kardan’s eyes darted between her eyes and her chest.

“So what happens now?”

Kardan pointed to the large screen, “you’ll find everything you need behind there.”

Eleria took her time leaving the bath, a distracted captor after all was a more easily defeated captor.

Behind the screen she dried herself and combed out her hair in front of a large crystal mirror. Curious she opened a large chest filled with what appeared to be long strips of black silk embroidered with silver thread. ‘Beautiful,’ she thought, ‘but hardly useful.’ She dropped a length to the floor. It quivered and slid across the stone towards her. More strips emerged from the chest.

Eleria fought her panic and fought to move but her feet appeared glued to the warm stone floor. The silk strips rustled as they swept across the stone before spiralling up her legs. Silk whispered as it swept in a gale of activity around her body. 

‘Magic,’ Eleria silently cursed.

When the silk tempest ended Eleria stared amazed into the mirror. Tall silken boots rose above her knees while strips criss-crossed around her thighs and seemed to outline her muscles as the strips clung to her skin. Eleria frowned, the silk seemed to cling even more tightly around her backside. From her hips the silk strips wove tightly around her waist, rising to form an intricate bodice with an almost indecent amount of lift.

Black gloves covered her hands to her elbows and the last silk strip appeared to have swept her hair up and threaded itself through a long single braid that fell to the middle of her back.

Eleria stormed back out from behind the screen, “what she growled is the point of all of this?”

Kardan steepled his fingers and looked at her with admiration open on his face. “Stunning,” he said.

Eleria smiled for a moment before remembering how angry she was supposed to be. 

Kardan smiled. “Tonight is a special celebration, exotic foods, wines, guests of great importance. As host and lord of this realm I must make an impression and you will help me do so.”

“Am I meant to wait on you hand and foot, smile at your every inane joke perhaps.”

“Oh I have a much better job for you my lovely little thief but first the final part of your outfit.” He waved a hand and perfectly on cue a goblin appeared carrying a magnificently tooled, black leather saddle. It’s proportions were perfectly measured to fit Eleria’s back and the pure silver tracery pressed into the leather matched the elaborate designs in her outfit.

“I am not.., you are not putting that thing on me!”  

Kardan raised a single finger and the silk tightened, a gesture and the magic in the silk bent her legs, dropping her to her hands and knees.

Eleria cursed, but the magic held her firmly in its grasp! Kardan walked around her enjoying her position from all angles. He chuckled and bent down beside her. You will find that when you don’t fight it the magic in the silk augments and magnifies your natural strength. 

Kardan took the saddle and placed it gently in the curve of Eleria’s back. He stood back, made a small adjustment then at a gesture a strip of silk bound the saddle tightly to her body. 

Kardan placed one foot in a stirrup and with a smooth motion mounted. Eleria felt his weight settle onto the saddle, hearing the soft creak of leather. Strangely his weight, which would normally have drawn a low gasp of effort from her, seemed diffused and somehow lighter. 

Kardan took a firm hold of her long braid and kicked his heels against her thighs. Eleria started forward, instinctively wincing as she expected the hard floor to bite into her knees and hands. There was no pressure, no hard stone. The boots and gloves absorbed each motion as if she were crawling over the softest furs.  

He kicked her again, harder this time but although she felt the pressure she felt no pain. In fact she felt stronger and crawled more quickly. “Faster pony,” Kardan’s hand smacked her backside.

Eleria gritted her teeth, fine he wanted faster she’d show him faster. Eleria moved from a scrambling crawl to a rocking canter. 

Kardan roared with pleasure as he guided her around the room by her braid. The saddle ensured his position on her back remained perfectly positioned while the stirrups gave him the balance he needed to ride her like a real pony. 

He reined her in tightly and she responded immediately. Kardan could just feel her sides swell as she breathed deeply and for a moment he wished he was astride her without the saddle or any other barrier between them. Perhaps when the feast was over he would try this again but with significant modifications to her magical silk outfit.

Kardan reluctantly dismounted. He released the magic that bound the saddle and Eleria and she stood up. “Impressed?” he asked.

She snorted and looked down at her outfit, “at least it’s self cleaning.”

Kardan smiled and ran his fingertips gently along her jaw. He resisted the sudden but powerful urge to trace the line down her throat to her bodice. “Tonight you will help me make a grand entrance. Eat, rest and be ready when I summon you.”

After Kardan left Eleria waited until his minions had brought food and drink in and then left. “I’ll be ready all right goblin breath!” 

Despite the extra weight of the saddle on her back she’d carried Kardan with little effort and carried him at a remarkable speed. The magic in the silk truly had enhanced her own strength. Now she needed to discover what other advantages 'goblin breath' might have unexpectedly given her.

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Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6 Final


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Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6a

Part 6b

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Part 9 (by Paladin)

Part 10 (by Paladin)

Part 11 (by Paladin)

Part 12 (by Paladin)

Part 13 FINAL (By Susan)




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Part 4 Final


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