Drulissa's Domain

 She saw a dark elf today. Standing on the platform of the grand tree city of Kelethin, she peered over the edge and met eyes with a dark elf female, who looked back into her eyes the moment she peered over the edge. The woman's eyes were a deep shade of purple, and her hair was white. She was clad in black, form-fitting armor, and her face was bluish. The most notable part about her was her hair, which was long and white. The elf and dark elf stared at each other, and then the dark elf was gone, her dark cloak hiding her from sight. They were worlds apart, the elves and the dark elves, yet here one was, peering up at the platforms, and surely would be killed by the rangers of the city. "You saw her?" A male elf stood behind her. He was a ranger, an archer. His name was Kiron. "I did," she answered. He turned to his companions. "Spread out and look for the Tier'dal! We must not let her infiltrate our city." "Yes, sir," the others said. Th...

 There are moments when I wonder why I am even here. A fight, a battle well past over, and I stand on a field of battle long devoid of life or anyone who cares. The sun has fled the heavens and not so much as a single cloud remains to muffle the sound. Nothing but silence lies before me like an ocean of blood, and in its midst stand tall of not corpses, but memories lost to time. I see them now — some are friends, others foes. Some have been loved by many, while others die alone each day with only their thoughts for company. But they all share one thing that sets them apart from those around them; something that cannot be mistaken for anything else, no matter how hard you may try. They stand tall and proud, yet they bear the scars of what was done to them on this very ground. They are dead. In this world perhaps, but live on in countless others. A life removed from this reality to continue in another place and another time. And I stand here in a field of memories which hang...

When I see her, I imagine sitting across from her in a classy bathtub, the type which stands on four legs and two can share. I am the dark elf, and she is the human female with deliciously blonde hair. The tub has an elegant faucet and spout, with flowers floating about. We've been chatting for some time now, but she has something vital to say. She's looking me straight in the eyes and hesitating before opening her mouth—and I know just what she wants to say. "I love you," she tells me. And then I would reply, as the dark elf: "And I love you more." She plays in the water, her fair-skinned foot brushing the skin between my breasts, teasing, and touching them with her toes lost to the suds and hot water. I am aroused yet ashamed at how deeply she affects me. My fingers twitch, and I must resist the urge to cover myself with a towel. She sees this; she knows all too well how much I desire her. But although I'm still embarrassed about my feelings, I am no...

 Have you ever stood in the darkness, alone, waiting for the touch of a lover? Have you felt the thrill as he pressed his lips upon your own? Have you felt the flood of passion rushing through your veins at that first meeting and parting? I stand alone in my bedroom, waiting for his touch. I know he is coming to me; but how shall I meet him? Shall I be all white like a bride or all red with love? In my heart, there beats a fierce fire that will consume me unless satisfied. His embrace has been long awaited — too long anticipated. I am burning up within and would have his caresses now! And yet, my heart beats in silence, awaiting the only one I know could ever love me. I sigh for the caress of his fingers and his lips’ pressure. Oh, let me feel them on my own! How cold is this night! How lonely! And yet, what is loneliness? That I may not die of it, I must think of others. Thousands upon thousands suffer more than I at present can imagine. They mourn — they weep — they wail al...

 I lay in the moonlight, my fingers slowly tracing along the elegant curves of my body, stroking between my breasts, every sense heightened and feeling alive. I let my mind wander back to the day when I had first met with this exquisite pleasure. It was a summer's morning, one hour after sunrise; and as yet the sun itself, although its light filtered through the high treetops, had not thoroughly awakened from its slumbers within the sky. The air, too, still breathed with an unquiet dreaminess that seemed to set each tree and flower motionless, while their shadows upon the damp earth stood erect and rigid as though caught by the spell of some phantom dance wind. The man in my dreams was with me again, if only in the recesses of my mind. His lips — that most wonderful part of his being — had caressed me in all the sweetest of ways. His arms, oh! What would they not have done to my soul? And we were alone together forevermore, lost in the wild regions of passion, with no fear or pai...

The warm morning light across my breasts created a valley of shadow between them, mirroring the darkness in my heart. It lay like a heavy stone there, and I was chained to its place by the insupportable memory of him who had left me alone beneath that bitter winter sky . Yet my heart longed for his touch and presence. His warmth filled my soul with an inextinguishable fire, while he, so far away, existed only as one out of many vague remembrances of all those whom I had ever known — a cluster of old fancies garnered from this world's storehouse and brought forth again into life — not fresh, but frost-bitten and changeful. Fancies which I remember the best times of my life with, of which I cling to like a handful of dried and withered flowers. As some frail relics we prize because they have been dear to us in our youth, though now worthless, so do I cling to these remembrances of my earlier days, as if their beauty were unspent and might blossom again under happier skies. ...

“I hate Frostfell!” my father would say when the season arrived. “I hate it! I loathe it! I wish it never existed!” This was back when I was a little tyke, barely above the knee, and I would run to the railing in my jammies to peek through, wondering what he was so angry about. At that time, I never knew what Frostfell was, it was something outsiders celebrated, and I knew it came when the caves turned cold, and ice formed on the water. It was hard for me to imagine when my father was happy. A time before he became the devil in hi s h ea rt. “All this Frostfell, with the songs, the merriment, and the giving!” He would rant, and I would peer down at the foyer as he raged at the servants and his wives . The serving maids would have their heads bowed low, afraid of what might happen if they glanced up at him. Some of his other wives, who had not yet had children, would flee to the kitchens to avoid his wrath. He would lock himself in his den , sometimes for days . This time, he s...

Her body ached for a touch, the night upon her naked skin. She wanted to cry out in anguish, but no one was near to hear ,  so she suffered as she lay beneath the cool coverlet of the bed. She thought that perhaps he had not come yet—the man who should have been with her this hour before —but only fancy took shape between sleep's dark curtains , while on every side brooded silence deep as death itself could make it. And now came soft sounds through the room like low tones of music from an unseen orchestra. Their coming sweetened her dreams , and her slumber grew lighter at its approach. She rolled across the white sheets of her bed, her nude dark elven skin caressing the sheets beneath her. She rolled into a stark patch of moonlight that shared her bed and let the light make love to her flesh. Her bare breasts were full and rounded under the moon, making two perfect spheres that reflected the silvery beams onto each other. The nipples puckered slightly, betraying how arouse...

He sees the flesh of his love It consumes him with desire Her scent, her taste The look in her eye It is all he wants His every waking moment exists  for her charms and for their lovemaking She loves his strength,  she loves to feel herself crushed by it When they're together, nothing else matters She knows that if one must be conquered,  then both should lose But there's always another day tomorrow  when they can begin again.

He rode a horse with wings of fire, He broke the chains of Death and Hell, And took the souls of mortal men. He built a throne of jewels rare, And took his place on high to reign; And called himself King of Fire. And when he passed each year and day The sun would go out like a lamp And night would fall where'er he came. He sat within the flames of light, Upon a jeweled golden throne, And claimed for him the highest right. The years rolled by in silence grim Until an army rode against him, A band of warriors fierce and bold. They knew not that their cause was lost, They thought that they were strong enough To slay that dragon, deadly foe. But no one ever returned alive— No single man had lived that day: And now that very same red king Is riding down through distant days. His sword lies broken at his side, And blood drips from his lips and chin: And though it's said the thing must die, I wish the world could find another! For if the beast returns once more To set the world ablaze...

I feel the hate burn inside you Turning your soul a cinder Leaving you without a voice Or hope or future promise. You think that if you do not care, You won't be hurt again; So now you are contented To walk along an open trail; And those who come behind you Are helpless victims blind. The love I have given you Is dead upon my lips: The pain I felt before Has grown into despair. I watch the fear grow thick and strong, While others turn away— The terror and the dread you bring— The blood runs cold and thin. The madness and the horror— They wait at the door. They've always been here, and they'll never leave you— The demons of the past! For you are doomed to live with them forever Until the moment you perish from this world. I know what's coming... I know that your heart will break! But let this truth console your spirit. When all is lost to you: The agony will end in glory And only your God ...knows how.

 I sit here, your eyes upon me. You stare and watch,  eyes dreaming of impassioned lusts. My breath is in the air you breathe;  my words are on your lips! Come! let us revel to our heart's content — a night full of sweet madness,  free from bounds and limits! Do not fear — do not think!  The past is gone,  for I have taken it away with me into eternity All its remembrances will melt like a dream within my soul!  There is nothing left but joy and passion  — there is nothing now that has been or can be!" And so she spoke:  then suddenly became silent,   and sat without moving,  save as her bosom rose slowly,  tumultuously,  heaving in the swellings of an agony she was powerless to repress. How sweet the nectar from my loins? How fast my heart doth beat when you draw near? Oh, Gods! What pleasures are mine ever since first I met thee! I am mad, insane with ecstasy — with love! Why have these things come unto me? Is it be...

Ashes covered her feet and the bottom hem of her nightgown as she wandered through the fields of the dead. It was upon a dreary plain that she went, where lay only wrecks — human bones whiter than ivory bleaching in sunless mounds or grinning at her from beneath decaying hands and faces which still seemed to linger with half-open mouths, cursing those who had violated their rest for no purpose but to feed the carrion vultures. At length, there came a day when Iris was so weary that she sat down upon an old skull whose teeth were worn away, leaving it very hollow indeed, though still fastened to its melancholy throne by a small strip of scalp. She thought of nothing now save to keep alive until this sad heart might cease to beat, to wait patiently for the long-deferred relief that death would bring her. But alas! these things are never destined to be brought about. There is no relief here below: no respite from grief or care. In vain did the young girl's eyes fill up with tears as o...

All, my dark-elven sister Lanyth has also agreed to share her dark and sultry works with us here for you to enjoy. They will be tagged with Lanyth, and one is going up shortly. May you enjoy the eternal dance in the darkness. -Dru