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24^th of March, 406 of NDE. Ilsarei’s Mansion in Ang-Osomi.

The moon hovered high over the night blanketed horizon, bathing the whole city in its otherworldly light which seeped into the gravelly path of Ilsarei’s garden. A garden fashioned in the asymmetrical Hoshigawan style, a strange union of artifice and natural.

Flora grown from the imported southern seeds and those grown through magical means decorated in an eerie harmony the garden while a man-made stream twisted in a sinuous style across the large garden. Strange willows with ebon bark of a metallic sheen and hanging foliage of a bright golden grew amongst the luminous flora, while deep mahogany bridges numbering two arched softly over the stream itself, leading into the mansion’s eastern and western wings.

The gravelly road itself was filled with pebbles and stones of a bright ivory kind which like flowers thrived and swallowed the light of the moon, birthing a mesmerizing glow which paired weirdly with the toro lamps own golden light which themselves were placed periodically at each crossroad of the maze like garden.

Crunching steps chaunted the place as the security staff members of Ilsarei’s staff patrolled the gravelly paths in their eloquent uniforms of an arcane silken suit, an ivory buttoned shirt of matte luster paired with mismatching ties stiffening under the angular leaves of their collars. They themselves varied as some were of the infernal stygian kind, some of the proud and beautiful elven kindred, and even some dwarves and humans, though on this peaceful night there were only a few who walked a bit tired and expectant as their shifts neared their end.

“Sleep well guys!” A soratanese man said as he and his partner – a wood elven maiden with long jade green hair bundled into a ponytail – relieved the previous two patrolling the back directly onlooking to the descending road below.

“Well, see you in an hour.” The wood elf said with a faint smile as she disappeared in the turn while the soratanese picked out a package of cigarette and wedged the black filter between his cracked lips surrounded by his dark beard with a few faintly gray locks. Just as he turned around, the faint muffled yelp of the wood elf were stifled by the crunchy step of his as he began walking in the opposite direction.

As he passed under the hanging foliage of the crooked willow, a pair of glowed hands clamped over his mouth. Amidst his croaked whimper muffled, smoke emitted from his clasped mouth which seeped out from between the glossy dark fingers.

Piercing pain coursed through him momentarily as the needle penetrated through his epidermis on his neck just at the same time as he started reaching for his holstered wand pistol. By the time his fingers curled onto the metallic handle, his head slumped into the tender embrace of the small breasts bulging out from the layers of silken and faux leather.

Kottryna Galara was a dark elven Raven Eye agent with a short, urchin-cut messy hair of a light silver shade with a tint of blue, bluish red eyes in an elegant, feline frame, stretching full lips of a lighter shade than her storm blue complexion, a delicate, chiseled nose running in the center of her gorgeous face and prominent dark elven cheeks.

Her preferred, laxed full body, single breasted dragonid leather catsuit hugged her slender, trained form with a slim twisting rope belt across her waist, high collars slanting outwards revealing the deep azure aetherna satin lining and straps sitting on each side on the top of the shoulders.  Beneath it her aetherna satin blouse kissed her softly gleaming body with the triangular pointed collars loosely buttoned out and a large silken bowtie with four hanging ribbons around them.

She quickly reached into her large pouch pocket and pulled out two mana ties and her roll of silver sealing tape. In a matter of seconds the soratanese guard laid under her bottom with his wrists and ankles secured, two strokes of the tape wrapped across his mouth and eyes. Kottryna quickly grabbed him by his armpits and hid him in the thick bushes then calmly walked out as her partner arrived with a calm, but satisfied look.

“The next is mine.” She whispered to Matilda, the naurdian agent with a moderately long and stylish pale blonde hair, fair pinkish complexion, plump and succulent lips covered in a burgundy lipstick of matte gloss, prominent and deep eyes of a striking blue, a slender nose with a dainty end and ears more elven than human as they peeked out from her voluminous hair adorned with snow silvery lavish – and more importantly enchanted – piercings.

Her lithe form covered by a quilted dragonid leather jacket with no collar and a wide round neckline, though unlike her partner she wore a thinner version of the Black Roses’ corset-vest which neck slid under her vibrant teal blouse of aetherna satin which gave off the gleam of molten glass under the silvery light of the moon highlighting her alluring figure.

“Sure.” She said softly while raising her thin blonde brow. The two agents then silently crept through the large garden, sticking all the way to the shadows with their silenced wand pistol in their hands.

At the walls of the eastern wing, the two pushed against the wall while enveloping themselves in a cloaking spell. Kottryna began to tap the wall encasing the mana ducts running through the whole mansion. Just as her dark lids closed down, in the dark vista an aethereal glow boomed into existence in long sinuous form running into the empty distance. At certain points she noticed spheres of swirling runes, each a nymae – the name metered out by the Gods – of the mansion’s personnel and the owner herself, though there were a few who were not on the list given by Lyaldis during their briefing.

Her hand reached for Matilda who quickly offered it and their fingers curled onto each other as her nymae poured through her palm into Kottryna’s mind who then added their names into each nexus point.

“We’re clear to go.” She whispered and two pushed their palms and feet against encased in a dragonid leather high heel for Kottryna and crawled towards the third floor where they halted for a second beneath a crescent curved terrace upon hearing the voice of two maids on their smoke break.

Matilda questioningly gestured to take them out, though Kottryna signaled that there were a few more patrolling guards who may alert the whole place. Upon hearing the receding footsteps and the voices becoming distant enough to be barely heard without the aid of magic, the two leapt over the small crescent terrace and waited patiently then phased through the windowed panel door.

Kottryna incapacitated the patrolling stygian guard with goat horns growing from the temples of her skeletal, demoniac visage with a single shot to the back of her nape hidden under her long silvery mane, whilst in the same breath Matilda sprang towards her and grabbed her by the armpits then she dragged her out of sight.

“She is yours.” Matilda whispered gloatingly in the small bedroom where she placed the guard beside the single sheeted bed. Kottryna grimaced to her then secured the wrists and ankles with the white plastic mana ties then tore a wide strip off the roll of the duct tape and covered her jet black brimstone lips with it.

“Is this the one?” After leaving the unconscious, bound and gagged guard behind the two proceeded to the adjacent room which according to their source was the office Ilsarei used to house the stolen vials besides a few more documents of interest to the Black Roses.

The room itself was quite small, walls hidden behind shelves, cupboards and heightened drawers of a rich mahogany while the floor was a contrasting golden of some silken like material. Facing the door was the large, curving marble table with the edges possessing a manufactured crudeness.

The moment the two finished looking through the shelves facing the table, they shrouded themselves in conjured shadows, and watched as a young, dark haired maid of naurdian blood entered. Without needing to say a word or gesture, Matilda leapt into action and covered the girls rosebud lips and pushed her index and middle fingers against her forehead hidden under heavy layered bangs.

With a whimper, the maid collapsed into her moderately hefty chest then she lowered her onto her face. Once more, Matilda leapt at the opportunity and procured her roll of silver sealing tape and plastic mana ties and within seconds secured the girl while Kottryna found the safe at the drawer behind the table.

A key of aethereal kind appeared in front of her stretched out left index finger and matched the one drawn by Astrydril during their briefing. Matilda herself decided to leave the harder part to Kottryna and instead rolled the unconscious maid onto her back and her hands began to fondle the maid’s breasts bulging from beneath her lustrous uniform while pleasured moans passed through the wide strip of tape spreading across her face.

The tip of Kottryna’s conjured key barely passed through as the protective wards proved resilient, complex inscription latched out like agitated serpents against her key and she felt a strange taint seeping into her being, numbing all her senses.

Whilst she was breaking through these protective measures, Kiri’s shadow cloaked figure phased through the door and with a swift neck chop laced with sleep spells – a pinkish blue mist engulfed them, then dispersed and converged into Matilda’s orifices as she collapsed onto the moaning unconscious maid, her head planted into the gap of the breasts.

By the time she turned around, her sight was simply blinded by the flash of magical energies as the mana bullet burst forth Kiri’s wand pistol and flew straight into her small chest.

Two more guards rushed into upon hearing the shot and halted waiting for Kiri’s commands who looked quite exultantly at the three unconscious maidens. “Secure those two and bring them to the Mistress. This I’ll discipline myself.” A mirthful smile curved onto her lips.

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“Mm hmnn!” Kottryna slowly stirred to the strong grasping and chilling sensation of the golden sealing tape circling around her mouth. When her eyes opened, she stared back at her own reflection in the curving plastic window, somewhat calm but petrified as saw herself standing upright with arms stretched forwards with her silenced wand pistol clasped between her locked hands with the cuffs of her laxed leather catsuit covered in the same golden sealing tape.

Even at her ankles covered by her dragonid leather high heels reaching her knees were bound with the very same tape, though the two bindings and the gag weren’t what scared her at that moment. It was the inability to move her body, even her head which was slightly tilted backwards, onto Matilda’s head who similarly awakened with her words muffled by the gilded spherical gag which straps cruelly dug into her pretty cheeks.

“Morning Miss Kottryna, Miss Matilda!” Then as she began to look around, from the dim corner an infernal beauty like many of her stygian Sisters stepped forth with a calm, but lustful expression.

A triangular face with chiseled features culminating in a mature, foxy look with wide and lustrous dark lips possessing a sheen akin to polished marble, a skin red as ripe cherries, slim horns curving slightly backwards with the same texture as refined basalt, hair dense and darker than the night itself with a few streaks of dawn itself slithering from the edges while a wispy bang hung over between the horns.

Dressing wise, a loose dress of dim crimson and mauve with golden decorative tapestry spreading onto the floor in overlapping circle draped over her lithe, delicate figure. On the top the dress resembled an open shirt which revealed her corrugated, bountiful bosom with golden necklaces each garnished with amethysts, onyxes and rubies. At the neck a stretched collar rose and tipped outwards the frilled shoulders.

“Mnn mmnn'ph gmph nnph nnmphhnng frnm nph!” Kottryna assumed a defiant look as she tried to speak through her thick layers of gag.

Ilsarei chuckled as her long golden clawed fingers beset with half a dozen rings tapped against the paneled window of the cylindrical confinement. “Miss Kottryna, there is no point in talking. You and your partner’s time is up. And it seems like mine just got shortened as I expected.”

Kottryna’s eyes then wandered behind Ilsarei when a man half her kin with a hawkish light blue face entered wearing an eye patch over his left eye, while the right was mostly white pond with a sizzling scarlet pearl. He wore an elegant suit of dark elvish wicked contours and a thick, artificial material with a rubbery sheen, beneath it a jet black knitted turtleneck.

She watched silently as he whispered into Ilsarei’s ears then glared at the trussed up agent with an emotionless, cold expression.

“I am afraid that was all the time we had to talk. Farewell my dears.”

Ilsarei looked up at the singular open tube then the snap of her finger rang through the whole room followed by the click of a lever pulled down. The two wrestled in futile effort against the spell binding them into their stances, only allowing small tremors of their leather clad figures scraping against each other.

Their two captors watched excitedly as a thick golden mud poured into the confinement, slowly dripping over the two captive agents head whose muffled yelps and whimpers were further silenced by the thick substance filling the place until at last, silence ruled the hidden room once more.