Confronting Galenna 2
#138 of Tik Tik and the Tournament of Pleasure
While Draykan gives Galenna the fucking of her life, the elf thinks back on her journey to this point.
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Galenna has always enjoyed the feeling of being filled and fulfilled. The elf had always had an emptiness within her. When she was young, Galenna would see the aristocracy of the elven lands looking down upon the others, with their fiery gazes and their backstabbing ways. It was not like that with the common folk, who enjoyed their one-ness with nature and their simple lives. But she was empty.
The piano is a beautiful device, an instrument that utilizes the whole body. One can fill one's fingers and toes and heart and soul and not have to worry about a thing. She had spent years perfecting her art to perform the new instrument for her people, and elves from all walks of life attended. Even as people cheered for her first piece, yet she still desired more.
As she made her way through the most elaborate bars in the entire concerto, she felt it--first as a whisper and then as a stinging desire in the back of her mind. It wasn't so much words, so much as a notion from outside her own mind.
"Kill her... I want that bitch dead."
Galenna tried to ignore it, but there were more and more thoughts and feelings flooding her, stinging her mind. She fell out of her seat, grasping her head, crying out in anguish, as the candles toppled over and the piano slung across the hall without any trace of physical or magical manipulation.
She thought she had been taken to the healers, but the robed figures that stood around her in the dark room were not the herbalists and priests she had known for centuries. Instead, they bound her body, dangling to chains, her limbs spread far apart, her body exposed before all of them.
She knew not what they were saying but knew precisely what they were feeling, a triumph of some sort. One of their number stepped forward and blinded her with a flash of light. Sharp pain and a sudden coldness overcame her as she collapsed in a puddle of red, but she could see the figure wiping the crimson from a long and sharp sword.
She tried to push herself up, but it was no use. She couldn't move, but why? They jammed a potion in her mouth, the sweet taste of healing flowing through her body, but not through her fingertips and toes.
She never felt so empty.
How long had she been suspended there, floating by her own power as nothing but a torso and ahead? How many lifetimes had she made up for herself in the darkness? The cult who had made this floating psionic battery left her when they died, destroyed in a bloody massacre. She had lost them, which was a relief, but in the process, she had lost... him.
He had arrived in that dark mountain some time after her, and though she never saw him, she knew him. She felt his anguish, and she knew his pain, and most of all, she loved his anger and his hate and knew, deep down, that he had the means to exact such revenge in ways she could never, would never.
And in the time that passed since he left her, escaping the cult's clutches, she had been so very much empty.
But he found her, and she knew his name, and saw his face, and felt his love. Her hero, her Drayky!
Draykan thrusts into the elf, her false appendages that he had helped her obtain, holding onto him in love and devotion to this wonderful man, this fantastic beast! But even as he works on her, she feels it: something missing, something leaving her empty.
"Dr... Dray...?" she moans, letting the whole room and that damned Clarendala know that Galenna was his and he was hers alone! "Ooh, so close, please!"
He knew she was close. His training had helped him plan it. He pulls out, his cocks shooting cum over and over onto the bed right before her, astonished and denied look. "Not yet," he says, standing up. "You want to go all the way with me, then you should wait until our match."
Her eyes flash open in desperation. "N... no, please, Draykan, you can't leave me unsatisfied, unfulfilled! You can't!"
"I'm leaving you with something to desire," he says, stepping away. "You will leave my friends alone, and we shall meet in the Tournament. And our sex will be incredible."
Galenna whines, floating up off of the bed. "Oooh, Drayky, you tease me so much. Why must I suffer so much all of these centuries? Just give me your darkest and most raw emotions. Let me feel you like I used to feel you so long ago, and then I'll leave your friends alone!"
"Dark and raw? I don't do that anymore. I had Xasandra remove the dark side from me."
"Oh, Drayky, that's not true," she coos. "That's more you than this adorkable dragon you present to everyone. I'll show you right now! I'll find that slutty priestess of Xasandra's and have her expose that nasty little lie. You'll see!" she floats on over towards the window. Draykan holds out a hand, and the electrified net spell he had prepared along the window triggers, capturing the elf in a paralyzing grasp.
Her limbs thump to the floor, and she's left suspended by the magical net, just like she used to be. Just like they would do to her.
But as she lays there, upside down, staring at her lover, she can only grin at him. "Oh, Drayky," she coos. "I told you your darkness is still there. Thank you, my love, for showing me."