Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: SmilingWithSin Title: SmilingFantasies - Destined Part 2 Part: Chapter 2 Universe: Destined Summary: When dreams fortell the future and gods dip their hands into the world of men, can one defy one's destiny? Keywords: M/f, M/g, ped, F/f, magic Destined Chapter 2 -The White Priestess The light of a tormented moon hung low in the sky. Red as blood, it seemed to signal the start of some terrible slaughter. But for those celebrating in the eastern villages, it was simply an uncomfortable adornment to an otherwise gay Summer Solstice. The celebrations began early that night, before the last light of the day was gone. Roaring bonfires lit the night sky with their festivities. Drink and roast was passed from hand to hand, and all enjoyed the bountiful hunt. Signs from the witch gave the village hope for verdant fields. All were lost in grand revelry. All save the witch of the eastern village. Lisandra hovered on the edge of the fire, a silent watcher in a crowd of drunkenness. Kailya had found a nice young boy, just a little older than her and was dancing merrily by the fire. Giggling and raucous laughter filled the night, but the witch did not participate. Rather she steeled herself against what she knew would come on this night. He came on swift wings, riding with his lightening armies across the plains. The mountains had slowed them only briefly, as if something had provided them an easy passage through what should have been an impassable glacier. Foreboding was heavy in the air, her gaze traveling to the terrible moon. A soft trembling slid up along her back, and for a moment she doubted herself. How could she defend all of these people against Him? A soft shake of her head cleared her mind, and she resolved once more to protect them with her life. Kailya bounded up to her then, while her attention was away, and gaily grasped her hands. "Miss Lisandra, please come and dance with us! It would make the evening complete!" A soft smile touched her lips, and she gently shook the little girl's hands. "Alright, Kailya. I will dance with you. Just for a little while." The child smiled brightly, tugging the older girl towards the flickering flames. As she moved closer, Lisandra's eyes fixed upon the dancing firelight. For a moment it was so strange to watch it. It dipped in and out of her mind with a purpose, but just as she might grasp the meaning it would slip away from her again. As the fire moved, so too did she. The blaze seemed to channel through her, entranced as she was by it. She twisted and bent in exotic movements. Each twirl of her form carried the essence of the fire within it. And then it seemed as if she was not anticipating the fire, but rather the fire was moving to her. The witch danced and twirled, light as some fae creature gliding across a still lake. All the world was lost to her vision, as the conflagration met her every gesture. A sudden lightness filled her heart, and for a moment she was truly happy. A tortured soul set free to the journey of the flame. A sudden leap of her lithe frame brought the fire surging into the night sky. The blaze climbed higher and higher, bursting into a million flickering stars at her will. Her laughter rolled from her throat, and in an instant the magic was gone. She stood, raised high upon one dancers toe, before lowering herself demurely. Lisandra's gaze shifted around her, and she blushed. Never before had she so completely lost control of her abilities. She had felt possessed by some inner demon, something that kept her rationality at bay. Kailya moved to grip her hand tightly, a deeply concerned look upon her features. The incident was forgotten quickly enough, but it lingered upon the witch's mind. Why had such a thing happened and on tonight of all nights? She couldn't help but wonder. The festivities continued on into the late evening. And at last the villagers departed for their beds. Filled with drink and food, they slept soundly. Even the witch fell into a troubled sleep. And once more, the visions came to her. A tremendous man sat astride an equally powerful stallion. By his side was a man nearly his size. The first man spoke in a commanding voice, and with as few words as necessary. "You've scouted the village?" The man to his left, brown haired, his face handsome and rugged, responded. "Yes, my Lord. The village is asleep. Apparently they were celebrating the solstice." Nodding his approval, the large man spoke again, "We will move in when my Priestess returns." A moment later the trotting of hooves against hard ground carried a woman clad in radiant white to the side of the commander. Her deep black hair shone red in the moonlight. And those crystal green eyes traced over the silent, sleeping village. "Master, I have made my preparations. She will be no match for me. All of the incantations I have laid will prevent her powerful magics. You may proceed at your whim." Bowing her head to him in reverence, a sultry smile touched her ruby lips. "And Master, let me thank you for allowing me to be the one to interrogate her. I will not fail you." "No, you will not, Crystalia. Very well, move into the village. None shall be left alive, save the witch. There will not be any prisoners from this village, is that clear, Korr'ander?" The commander spoke with a finality that would allow no argument. The lieutenant simply nodded his understanding. "Yes, my Lord. None shall be left alive." The words were spoken with a bit of regret, but his loyalty was unshakable. The powerful hooves of his stallion dug deeply into the earth as he rode off to begin the attack. Silently, the commander stood overlooking the village. His expression was passive those below him meant nothing. Only one of them mattered, and he would have her. The sounding of the charge ripped through the night air as horse and men both trampled the earth beneath them. The wholesale slaughter began in earnest as burning torch lighted the first hut. The screams of women and the death-throes of men echoed in the night. The witch awoke to the screams of her kinsman. The sound of splintering wood marked the entrance of several beastly men. Kailya screamed at the sight of them, bolting to Lisandra's side. The witch rose up in her bed, and raised her arms to strike them down. But as her magics began to manifest, a sudden surge of power knocked her back. Again, filled with desperation, she tried to fight off the advancing men. Her abilities failed her once more, and she knew the dream had been another vision. All that she might have done to protect her village was for naught. However, she was not helpless. Snatching the handle of a broom, the witch swung it widely. It connected with one brutish face, and sent the man sprawling across the floor. Another and another fell to her savage swings. The witch was possessed with an unnatural strength, each blow knocking her opponents to the floor. Kailya huddled behind her, gripping one leg tightly, hungry for the modest safety the older girl offered. Just as the witch was fending off the last of the men in her hut, the large figure of the lieutenant blocked the light from the doorway. His massive frame came at her swiftly and even Lisandra's strength was no match for such a warrior. The broom was easily deflected, captured in his grasp. A sudden twist and a push from him, and the wooden stave connected sharply with the side of her head. The witch slumped forward, unmoving. Kailya cried out, and flung herself over the body of the older girl. "Please! Leave Miss Lisandra alone!" Moonlight gleamed across the pretty features of the young girl. Framing her heart-shaped face, auburn strands positively glowed. Crystal blue eyes sparkled with tears, and the man was stopped dead in his tracks. With a sharp intake of breath, he closed his eyes for just a moment, as if to free himself of a vision. But it remained. Kailya softened then, but just slightly. She did not leave her guardian's side, however, her grip lessened just slightly. "It is you!" She breathed out the words as if they were a sudden relief for her. Two more men broke through the wall, opposite of the bed. Upon seeing the small girl, they advanced, their orders burning in their minds. Slaughter was the order of the day, and they were intent upon carrying out their Lord's command. Kailya did not scream, as the men came upon her. She seemed not even to notice. But their blades never even brushed against her silken skin. The lieutenant had killed them with a single, powerful blow to the chest. With hearts exploding in their chests, the bodies fell limp upon the floor. Korrander dropped the stave, and reached forward. Kailya whispered softly to him and with a wisdom that was not her own, "She and I must remain together. I know just as your Master came for her, you came for me." The young girl nestled into his powerful arms, a sudden sense of safety falling upon her. Lisandra was tossed lightly over his shoulder, and he departed. Later, his Master would ask him why he had taken the child, against his orders. The lieutenant could only answer that he felt that he must do it. And for that night, he was forgiven the transgression. The Master believed completely in the Fates. Lisandra awoke to the soft crackling of a fire. Gasping suddenly she tried to sit up. When she could not, she shifted her arms and legs, finding them bound tightly together. A low, animal growl escaped her throat, and her body thrashed and twisted desperately to free herself. The efforts were useless, but she felt the need to continue. Until at last, she noticed that she was not alone and that her clothing had been removed sometime in the night. A slight blush came to her lips, remnants of a girlish embarrassment. Her eyes lifted to look upon the white gown of the Priestess. She recognized her from the many visions that haunted her dreams. The witch hissed at her, "Beast! Free me at once!" A haughty laugh bubbled from the Priestess. "No, you and I can never be free. The bonds that hold you are meaningless. You know as well as I do that there is a stronger force holding you captive here." Her emerald gaze moved eagerly over the naked form of the witch. Positively caressing every womanly curve. Her breasts were full and pert, just a bit more than a handful for each. Crystalia admired her beauty, as her gaze continued down the lithe form. A small tuft of blonde hair marked the flower between her thighs and lovely legs trailed on deliciously. The witch was indeed beautiful. "I said free me! Or I will strike you down where you stand!" Lisandra growled, and thrashed back and forth in a vain attempt to crawl towards the other woman. "You're in no position to do anything, witch. My enchantments still hold you powerless. You will not be able to muster the power even to free yourself. I hold the power here." A wicked little smirk touched her lips, and the Priestess moved forward. Stopping just above the witch, she looked down to her. "The Master knows what you are. He's taught me much of how to control wild and restless women. The Master has let me indulge myself, as I was never allowed to do in the Order." Crouching down beside her, Crystalia's fingers tickled lightly over Lisandra's bare stomach. The skin was soft, and pliable beneath her touch. A soft, pink tongue emerged from the Priestess's mouth, leaving a lingering wet trail over her ruby tiers. "You are a gorgeous specimen." Lisandra hissed at her, gnashing her teeth like a beast. "Do not touch me, harlot! You call yourself a priestess, yet you act like a common whore! Your 'Master' holds no sway over me. The moment my powers return I will destroy you and him with a word!" With fingers gliding over the witch's smooth flesh, the Priestess laughed that same contemptuous laugh. "You are just a simple farm girl, barely out of your girlhood. You know nothing of sexuality nor of our Master. Our Master gave me the privilege of being the one to break you. We'll see how well you are able to withstand my attentions. I think I'm going to have a little bit of fun with you, child." The tips of her fingers slipped between her thighs, despite Lisandra's attempt to closer her legs together. Teasing digits brushed up and down the length of her slit, bringing a little tingle of pleasure up along her spine. Crystalia chuckled softly, "The thought of Him excites you doesn't it? I know, it did for me as well. The reality of Him is so much more than the dream, girl." The very tip of her finger slid just between the soft folds of the witch's cunt. Her thumb played lightly against her clit, teasing at the tender girl flesh. Crystalia moistened her lips more, and leaned to capture one nipple into her mouth. Ruby lips encircled the bud, and a moist pink tongue flicked playfully over the tip. She felt the nipple harden instantly and a little whimper was heard from the witch's throat. Nipping and teasing the tight nub, Crystalia continued to stroke and play with the soft petals of Lisandra's womanhood. Digits were moistened slowly as they stroked very responsive cunt lips. The witch was growing wild-eyed as her body was aroused ever so slowly against her will. Twisting and bending, her back arched incredibly. That lithe form was surprisingly flexible, and Crystalia was nearly tossed away. The Priestess adjusted her body, sliding one long, pale leg over the witch's naked form. Straddled as she was, Crystalia's own womanhood pressed hotly against Lisandra's stomach. The witch hissed at her again, "Do not touch me, harlot! You will regret everything that you have done!" With her free hand, Crystalia's fingers began to twist within the folds of her dress. The silken fabric inched its way up along her legs, until it was bunched around her sensuous hips. Her hand then slipped between her thighs, and ever so slowly she matched the gentle pace of the hand stimulating the witch. In unison the Priestess stroked both Lisandra's and her own sex with expert ministrations. The witch's hips rose and fell against Crystalia, relentless in their efforts to throw off the other woman. But the assault upon her body continued. And both priestess and witch grew aroused by the older woman's stimulation. Hot, sticky cream began to smear over Lisandra's stomach, bringing a low growl from the girl. Being so violated, and worse yet forced to such a state of desire left the witch fuming violently. It was as if a beast awoke within her. Snapping at the priestess, her teeth gnashing wickedly. A sudden burst of pleasure brought forth a heated moan from the raven-haired beauty. Her hips rocked and gyrated upon the bucking girl beneath her. The pleasure rose immensely, fingers flicking faster now, almost furious over slippery, delicate petals. She found the tightened little bud between, and stroked and teased it with knowledgeable digits. Husky, hot breath came flowing from her chest, matching the ferocious puffs of Lisandra, who threw her body like a bull to be rid of the unwanted sensations. As the soft arousal mounted into a raging inferno of desire, the witch let out a wanton howl. That single sound was filled to overflowing with rage and lust, both great and terrible at the same time. There was a power in the sound of her scream, but it was lost upon the one who brought the witch to such levels of desperation. As that cry rumbled through her body, Lisandra felt a strange sensation building within her. Never before had she felt anything like it. Her lust was being pressed further and further towards some indefinite edge, the fall over which led to a place she had never been. Her breath puffed from her nostrils, hot and heavy. More than anything, she wished for this to stop. As she drew ever closer to that edge, she felt her body swelling with power. The barriers that held her powers in check were weakening. Crystalia might have strengthened those walls, but she was lost in a haze of lust and desire. Furious digits worked desperately to bring the release that she had been building. It inched ever closer, as her two hands stroked and teased both girls to a powerful climax. Her touch had been mastered over months of reveling in pleasure she had never known in her sheltered religious life. And now it brought both the witch and the Priestess to the very edge of desire. Just as suddenly as it had began the two slipped over the edge together. Pleasure tore through both women, their bodies thrashed and rolled against one another. There was rage and passion and wanton lust pouring from each, untold depths of sexual power tapped in both. Their juices spilled from their heated cunts, soaking fingers and flesh with hot, sticky cream. Lisandra ever so slowly began to ride down from the sexual high that was forced from her body. But just as she felt it begin to ebb, she knew what she had done. A laughter burst from her throat, as Crystalia's face contorted into a horrific stare. The witch had been freed, her powers bursting forth for an instant to reach out to the Priestess. She didn't kill her in that moment, but rather caught her mind and locked her into a desperate, unending orgasmic rush. Crystalia fell back, off of the witch, stumbling onto her side. Her body twisted and convulsed, as pleasure tore through her again and again. Each wave left her quivering, bursting with lust. She couldn't think, she couldn't speak, she could only lie there, her body rocked with spasms and moans. The witch simply laughed. "You see! You cannot hold me, wretch. You are worthless, nothing but a whore. I'll do worse to your Master, harlot." Lisandra hissed at Crystalia, who had begun to desperately claw towards the tent flap. The blonde haired girl simply cackled in the night, a sound that many in the camp would later recall as chilling to the bone. It was not long, before the Priestess no longer could move. She simply lay upon the floor, her body quivering with each rush of unwanted and overflowing pleasure. Korr'ander would find her, hours later, sprawled out before Lisandra's tent. He brought the Priestess to Him. His eyes were dark, as He spoke to his lieutenant. "Bring her to me." Contact me at smilingwithsin@gmail.com. If you're interested in helping me to edit my stories, please let me know.