1 comments/ 9307 views/ 4 favorites The Shadow and the Shining Ch. 01 By: Noctame Chapter One: Moonlight in the Garden She ran through the labyrinth of gardens laced with colorful leaves of autumn as her long blonde hair with sporadic braids and curls followed her. Shouts and smoke could be heard a distance away, as the witch-hunt had begun in the thick forests of Lorei. Slipping into a short dead end when she was gasping for breath, she backed up with her hands drawn up to her shoulders fearfully. This was no witch-hunt. The Lorien elves had not missed her as she slipped from celebrations that night to flee her guards. Always followed, the young woman had been marked for death since birth. Born during a night of no moon, an old woman had preached from her deathbed of a day when a child born so fair in darkness would doom their way of life forever. Ever since, Serena found favor only in the cold clerics of the temple that rose high in the branches of magnificent trees in the heart of Lorei. They had not treated her like a plague, but given her something important to do with the gifts that she had been given. Long blonde hair that grew like spider grass, in thick curls that shone in the sun, graced her head. She had been blessed with beautiful curves and a feminine height reminiscent of humanity in the lowlands to the south. However, most curious of all her skin reminded those Lorien who saw her, that she was truly touched by the moon. Fair, smooth, and without imperfection she glowed at night with an inner goodness. Nevertheless, even seeing this, the village had waited for that fateful day. The night the headman claimed she would fall to Demons, and lead them against her kind. The day she would become as evil as a drow. From off near the shouts and smoke, a sudden yelling of surprise could be heard. She jumped, stirred from thinking of how she ever came to be where she was. Soon she heard a ringing of steel as a new set of voices shouted along side the others.　Voices unlike those she had heard before, voices of a race so like her own, yet different. A battle could be heard clearly, as the voices of the new comers sounded bereft of any kindness. "Well, it appears that the two groups had the misfortune of running into each other," said a sarcastic and uncaring voice that came from nearby. "What a shame, well it gives me a chance to slip away from that battle at least," the voice chuckled as the owner of said voice made itself known under the moon light. Serena backed further into the dead end, tripping with a whimper. Her village may have just been killed by drow! Shadows cast themselves over the thorny hedge as she lay still and quiet, hoping to make her escape when the beasts were gone. "Hm, I doubt we'll succeed in this little raid; those surface elves looked well armed," he mused not caring about his comrades; it was survival of the fittest, or cleverest. Such was the way of the drow and there goddess, though this one drow was not particularly keen on that fact. "Well, both sides will take casualties and I can pick off whoever's left," he decided as he walked towards the hedge from the center of the small clearing decorated by statues of the moon goddess, which he turned to look at. He marveled lightly at how unthreatening they seemed, not like the statues to his people's goddess. His people's goddess, never his own, he thought to himself. She covered her mouth, huddling in the corner at the back of the dead end as tears pooled from either side of her face. He would see her and hurt her, or he would leave her to be killed by them. Oh moonlight...she prayed, let this night come to an end! "Hello little surface elf," he said to her as he looked towards her, his red eyes seeming to glow even in the moonlight. She jumped shivering, pressing back against the thorny hedge as she wept; the moonlight fell on her hair and arms as she sat with them wrapped around her. She had forgotten Drow had excellent sight in the dark, how could they not? They lived underground in the darkest caverns of the Underdark. "I can see you, even in the dark little elf," he told her, cooing as he pointed to the slight glow of his eyes. "Your body's heat and unease mark you as any bright beacon in these cold woods could," he explained drawing nearer with a flourish of his arms as he moved. His infra-vision marked her brightly and he could make her lithe form among the cool foliage that she hid behind. She was silent, glancing around her for any means of escape. "So, why don't you come out now? I promise if I have to come and get you, it won't be pleasant," he told her calmly, his hand lightly resting on the sword at his side. "I also promise I'll treat you better than the rest of my kin," he told her with an amused grin, all the while, he slowly stalked closer. She shook her head, great lobs of tear staining her face as she whispered, "Please...please don't make me come with you...just let me go...please..." Her voice had broken into another sob; her heart broken that on such a fateful full moon night, this dark elf would be in control of her destiny. "I could leave you to my brethren, or your own people for that matter," he explained to her, looking towards the sounds of battle. "It does sound like they're just about done," he said with a smirk, knowing, full well, what the other drow would do to her if they found her. "Now, come out!" She seemed to float to her feet, her arms crossed at her waist as she walked slowly from the tamed walls of the dead end like a scolded child. Her eyes had dropped to the ground, and her pierced ears held thick strands of her hair tucked behind them. She stopped two arm lengths away from him, shivering as a cool autumn breeze made the leaves shiver around them. He turned his infravision off so could see her fully in the moonlight. His breath caught in his throat as he viewed her lithe form. He stood there a moment in awe before taking a tentative step forward. "Was that really that hard?" he asked, chastising himself before regaining his composure, trying to retake the upper hand as he brought himself under control. She took a step back, eyes fearful and miserable as she looked up at him. He was at least a full head taller and broader than her. "Yes..." she whispered, glancing towards the shouts. With a sigh, he reached for her, easily grasping at her small wrist hard. "You're coming with me little surface elf," he told her simply as he pulled her close to him. "I wouldn't want you to get hurt," he said with a snicker as he licked his lips lightly. She struck out with a fist, hitting him in the chest as her heart raced. He pulled her to him so easily. He would notice right away how frail she was. Mistreated all her life, she had not had the chances her people's finest warriors had. She was no fighter, and it seemed he would prove it so. He seemed a bit shocked as he looked down at her. One hand traced down her cheek and then over her neck. "Such an oddity," he mused, taking the hit from earlier without a word. With a turn of his head, he pulled her along into the night, away from the battle. The battle was now on its last leg as the two forces began to pull away from each other, the elves, helping their wounded, and the drow leaving their own to die on the surface. Meanwhile, he pulled and dragged her along, away from either side. She tried resisting for a while, until her wrist stung from fighting as much as her arms ached from pulling. She remained quiet as she let him lead her through the labyrinth away from the others, but fear made her tremble and jump whenever some unexplained sound or movement broke their little walk. He was taller than she was, as he dragged her along behind him. Moreover, he was broader too, she noted as the moonlight shined lightly the muscles that ran down from his shoulders and across his back. His hair was like snow, and his skin like pitch, a demon elf. She reminded herself, as her eyes rested for a little while on the back of his neck. She jumped, when she heard a twig snap on the other side of the hedge they had been following north for a time, and her captor quickly tucked himself against a wall, hugging her close. "Be silent till I tell you otherwise," he instructed, a globe of darkness settling around the both of them, making the air taste metallic and electric on her tongue as he made good use of his people's inherent abilities. Magic... she thought to herself. It had been awhile since a spell had been casted so close to her. She shivered, watching the scouts run by laughing with blood on their weapons as the moon seemed to hide her face behind thick clouds. Tears began to run again as silence fell once more. Neither one of them could see the other in the impenetrable darkness of the globe they stood in. The drow used one finger and wiped away her tears as the globe dissipated. He stood there; looking down at her pressed against him so close to him. He was in constant awe of this surface creature's beauty. The moonlight filled the garden again as she sniffed, the globe's effect warn off, pulling away from him with an innocent start and wiping her face with a sleeve. "P-Please let me go..." "Where would you go?" he asked her, replacing his awe with his amusement. "Last I checked, your own people sought to kill you, and this forest is as dangerous as the Underdark when you're alone," he explained, seeing just how foolish this woman could be. She shook her head frantically, "You can't keep me...I can't stay..." She tried to summon words that would make him understand why she needed to get away, why she was afraid, why even the good luck of escaping under a full moon had not lent any good fortune. She had grown up knowing one thing she could never confess. "What is your name?" he asked, amused by this woman to no end. He decided he would try to throw her off a bit. He needed her to come back with him. He needed her to come willingly. But most of all, he needed HER. Her face filled with confusion as she whispered, "Serena..." Why was this man asking her this? She would never see him again! "Serena, what an interesting name," he mused, holding her delicate wrist in one hand, and taking the other in his other hand. "You're a frail little thing Serena," he said this as of matter of fact. She felt as if he was looking too closely and blushed from head to toe, turning to glance down the twisting aisles of the labyrinth as she whispered, "Please. I don't have a lot of time." "Why in such a hurry?" he mused as he pulled her closer to him. There was something in his eyes that drew her to him. He could see a brief moment of hunger, before she put her guard down and her forehead before murmuring, "I need to leave this land before the moon hides her face on the horizon." The prophecy predicted death if she didn't, but she wouldn't mention that. The fear was already rank around her. He smirked as he came down, his eyes even with her own as he kissed her lips softly, then demandingly. "Well, you could always come into the Underdark," he laughed after releasing the kiss. She wouldn't look at him, embarrassment curling pink along her slender neck as she writhed. She'd enjoyed that kiss too much. Was this the demon that would? She lifted a hand to cover her mouth. So her fate had already been sealed. She was still facing away from the dark captor when she whispered, "Take me there." The Shadow and the Shining Ch. 02 Chapter Two: Surrender "Gladly," he spoke simply as he held her wrist, this time with a gentler touch. He pulled her along into the caves. They traveled on for quite some time easily leaving the upper Underdark, before they came to a stop. "We'll rest here for now," he told her simply, sitting down on the ground as he watched her intently. She leant against the wall looking a little miserable. She faintly glowed in the dark compared to him, like a ghost. She had her arms wrapped around her waist as her blue eyes struggled still to adjust to the complete lack of light. He chuckled at her helplessness and walked around a bit, setting up a sort of camp. With a wave of his hands and a few incantations, he had activated a scroll he carried with him, it instantly brought up a medium sized tent. "Take my hand Serena," he ordered as he put his own hand on top of hers. Her eyes were filled with fearful suspicion as she stammered, "What's that?" "I'm making it a little easier for you tonight, but expect no such treatment in the days ahead," he told her with one last warning, leading her to the small tent. When they entered the tent it became obvious that it was much larger on the inside, and in it was a plush bed with dimly lit candles. Her back stiffened as she let out a small sigh of relief at such a sight. She ached for a soft bed, but feeling the heat of him at her side, she wanted to squeak in terror too. He pulled her along, still smiling as he sat on the bed, pulling her down to sit as well. "Sorndyndar, that's my name if you were wondering," he told her finally as he stared at her, that look once again on his face. He had decided to give her something tangible to hold onto for now. She blushed, beet red as she shifted once, away from the nearness of him as she murmured, "Sorndyndar...is that what your friends call you?" "Friends?" he asked, chuckling at the very thought of a friend. "My allies may call me Sorn," he told her as he moved closer to her still. He enjoyed how she shied away from him, how she acted quite fearful of him. He could see the panic on her face as she realized he was matching her. She held her hands out, voice shaking, "Please, Sorn, let me be." He chuckled, catching her around the waist and pinning her hands to the bed, hanging over her. "Why are you still so afraid?" he asked, amused by her. "I have yet to hurt you," he said as he drew closer to her, breathing in her scent. She whimpered, writhing beneath him as she cried out, "Please, please get off of me..." she stammered, shivering beneath him as tears threatened to fall, "I can't do this!" He didn't let her go, instead coming down to kiss her lips deeply. His tongue lapped at her lips, begging for entry and taking it as they parted in invitation. He began to press himself against her, his baser instincts getting the better of him as his arousal and lustful desire built up. Her breath caught, as if preparing to moan in his mind before her teeth came down on his bottom lip and she bucked beneath him defiantly. He pulled his lips away, laughing at her as he continued to pin her. With a show of how powerless she was, he let go of one of her hands. Using his free hand, he began to undo her skirt, watching her eyes, staring into them with his own red ones. Both acts were meant to show her how powerless she was under him. She shook her head, nailed fingers slamming into his face as she continued to fight, her strength draining as she started to panic. With a growl, he bent his head, biting down hard on her neck as he pulled her bottoms off forcefully, almost ripping them as he did so. She froze, the pressure of his teeth on her neck making her hesitate. Now his hand came up to grab at the hem of her top and she snapped out of it. "Please don't!" She stammered, her free hand catching his as she shook her head, tears running down her face. He ignored her, pulling the top down enough to reveal her breasts, as he slowly began to suck and nibble on her nipples, teasing her. She whimpered, shifting beneath him as she sobbed, he had her effectively pinned in a darkness she could barely see through. He sucked on her breasts, licking and teasing her nipples, his hand reaching between her legs to stroke at her dewy opening as he chuckled deep in his throat . "Ooh!" She cried, her eyes widening in maidenly shock as she tried everything to stop him from trying to close her thighs to lifting her knees. He stroked at her opening more and more, teasing her legs apart with his own before pressing a digit inside of her, biting on her breast, fighting her down as he continued. "Oh no!" she groaned, heat racing up her spine and belly as pain nagged and ached from her breast. Soon a second finger joined the first inside of her as he continued on, exploring and massaging her insides. She shook her head, shaking with a moan as she was touched in such a new way. Sweat had broken out on her body and her lips trembled. "Don't fight it," he cooed, fingering her teasingly as he kissed and nibbled down her neck. "Please...please..." she begged, her breath ragged as she pondered what she was begging for anymore. Her neck was wet with his kisses and licks, the cool air making her shudder beneath him as he moved. His fingers pulled out of her slowly as she felt his hard shaft grind against her opening in their place. He had undressed while she was in the throws of passion. "You're begging for it?" he asked teasingly as he grinded against her again, kissing and nipping her breasts. She shook her head, "-oh! No..." she whimpered in confusion, her voice dropping to a hush, "I've...I've never..." He pressed the head of his cock against her opening as he smiled wide. "First time for everything, now isn't there," he teased as he slowly eased inside of her. She winced, a sweaty look of panic on her face as she bumped her head against his muscled chest as he stretched her nearly painfully, her pussy slick from his touch and her face strained as she waited. With a moan, he slammed into her hard, breaking through as he moaned loudly. "Mmm, so tight!" he moaned out as he kissed her deeply. He felt her tense with muffled pain as he kissed her, a tear or two streaming down her face as she adjusted to him. She was shaking badly, as sweat etched her skin He pushed his member in to the hilt as he released the kiss, busily stripping her of the rest of her clothes as she adjusted to his size. She shivered, nipples stiff and long and blonde hair splayed across the bed. She watched him, her eyes wide as she continued to feel him throb inside her. With a sigh, he pulled his hard member out of her slowly; stopping so only the head remained inside of her. With a smile, he slammed it back into her hard, burying it to the hilt once more. She winced, not from pain, but from the effect that it had on her. She raised her hands to her face to cover how mortified she was, her elbows swaying as they shook. He smiled as he began to thrust into her slowly, but hard. He lowered himself to moved her arms aside, wanting to suck once more on her hardened nipples. She moaned her lily-white legs splayed on either side of his black ones as he sank into her. Her breasts stiffened and ached as he sucked on them, her arms twitching as they wrapped around his head from the stimulation. He suckled on her breasts as he continued to spear his shaft inside of her; continuing to increase the pace, going harder. With a moan, he released her breast looking into her eyes as he continued to fuck her. They were glazed, her mind on the new sensations rippling through her from below as she arched her back in a moan. He kissed her deeply, losing himself more and more as he continued to pump; moaning into her lips as one of his hands took her own, intertwining their fingers. She sighed, their bellies against each other each time he drove himself into her, her breath so light and quick he could hardly hear it, her pussy clenching around him sucking at him as he drew in and out. He moaned loudly as he stayed close to her, seeming like a true lover as he kissed her cheek and then her ear. He moaned out gently as he continued, his thrusts becoming harder and harder. "Serena!" he moaned loudly as a spike of intense pleasure gripped him. "Aah..." she sighed with a cry, her face a muddle of awe and confusion as her climax hit her forcibly, "SORN!!?" "SERENA!" he moaned, thrusting deep inside of her as he came hard, pushed over the edge by her own climax. She threw her back into the covers of the bed, crying out as it seemed her pussy tightened and his cock grew far too large. She felt raw, complete, on a hairpin, ready to collapse, ready to explode, all for a few momentary waves. He moaned again, kissing her as he continued to ride his orgasm. Feeling that need for her, that search for what was missing, and his loneliness finally come to an end. He felt the mask of his people's ways fade and shatter, his true character bubbling to the surface. It was a trueness of self finally surfacing with the introduction of these new feelings. She whimpered, falling fast to an exhausted low, her legs wrapped around him and her hands resting on his dark sides as she breathed for the first time since entering the tent. Confusion held her in shock; she had fulfilled the prophecy... "Serena," he sighed as he kissed her lips lightly stroking her cheek as he hugged her closer to him. "I don't understand this feeling that's welling up inside me," he confessed as he continued to hold her. She lay still, staring up at the dark roof of the tent as she whispered, "I- I can never go back again" "Would that really be so bad?" he asked her as he rolled off of her, pulling her on top of him as he kissed her lips. "Would staying with me really be so bad?" he questioned with a pained look on his face. She shook her head, fear of hurting him in her eyes as she whispered, "There is something I need to tell you." Before footfalls were heard outside the tent out in the cave, and a voice growled in its authoritative femininity, "We know you're in there, so you might as well come quietly..."