from ‘Nefastus Venereæ’ (Wicked Loves)
“Gold give us, God forgive us,
And from all woes relieve us;
That we the treasure
May reap of pleasure,
And shun whate’er is grievous,”
Tag: Dævara
Dame Dævara Tatharsdottir, Teller of Fate and whore, was a Leannán Elf born of rape on the planet Scorn to a human mother and a Templar father. Dævara was human until she in turn was raped by her father in her 18th year.
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Escaping to Ælfen, a world of the Elven Convocation, Dævara subsequently discovered that, as a result of the the Templar’s assault, she would soon become Elfkin.
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Near the beginning of her third century, Dævara played a pivotal role in helping her father fight the White God, an alien being who, a thousand centuries before, destroyed the Pleroma—the Shining Empire of the Templars. (This, Dævara’s first real adventure, is recounted in The Fate of Stars.)
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Over the next fifteen thousand years, Dævara and her lover Brandær, another human turned Leannán, would go on to become the most fêted adventurers in the history of the Thirty Aions.
The Lady
from ‘Nefastus Venereæ’ (Wicked Loves)
Beautiful. All I could think was—beautiful.
Puberty was some years off for me, but I knew things in an intellectual way.
This Lady brought home for me what some of those things must feel like.
The Tale of Dævara and Bradwold, continued
from ‘The Fate of Stars’
Brad had never been gone more than three months before.
Something certain told Dævara he wasn’t coming back.
That meant he was dead or captive. There could be no other reason.
She tried finding him with the Syrat, but her emotions where he was concerned were so intense and conflicted, all attempts came to naught
After weeks of agonizing, Dævara made her choice.
She packed up, said goodbye to her friends, and went looking for her lover.
Dævara in the Silvergrey Sea
from ‘The Silvergrey Sea’
[Drago] backed away as Dævara stepped out of the mound of cloth and bent from the waist to retrieve it.
She took her time.
The diminutive whore’s backside was poetry in flesh. A waist that couldn’t have been larger than twenty inches offset slender hips to increase her bum’s apparent tumescence…
…she turned back to her client. Her eyes were sparkling liquid fire. Dark red tresses worked their way around her shoulders, their curling ends brushing the pale blue areolas that capped her small teats.
Lamplight caught the silver sparkles dusting her white flesh as she moved in a way that would have put serpents to shame.
She wore no jewelry.
She needed none.
The Tale of Dævara and Bradwold
from ‘The Fate of Stars’
Bradwold, tall and lean, had a weathered, angular face and was dressed in leather and chainmail, his square-toed boots plated with steel. A steel cap was under his left arm. Steel-backed gauntlets were tucked into a wide leather belt.
His eyes were a luminous green. Bradwold’s beauty was interesting until he smiled, then it was devastating.
Dæv felt a heat in her cheeks and upper chest that she hadn’t since those first heady days after her rebirth.
How Dævara Came to Be
from ‘The Fate of Stars’
Like the many lovers Dævara had taken in the says since learning she was becoming an elf, flying was a glorious sensory revel.
Air driven past with gale force furrowed the skin of her teats, tummy, and thighs like the fingers of a sadistic masseur.
The air chilled her to the marrow, forced her limbs to splay behind her.
The wind pushed its thumbs into her eyes, squeezing tears out.
Her hair flogged her back.
It felt wonderful.