The Abode of Peace - Scenes of Antiquity

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress~

She hadn't spoken a single word, yet. Her actions and movements had been enough to captivate him initially. And now, he was her captive. Malik lay on the bed motionless as she secured his second ankle and moved away. He could hear sounds of the armor being removed from her body. The pieces were set aside somewhere. Probably on the floor since there was nothing else besides a small table to keep all that on. Then there was the sound of water splashing against something. Then silence.

He felt something slide up his leg, and his inner thigh before it reaching his groin and above to where the edge of his shirt was. Something very sharp, once again. This woman was obviously fond of blades. Then it was gone. He felt her presence but was not sure what she had in mind. Well he kind of did, but he had been surprised in his life more than once. He would know it soon. He felt the bed underneath him move slightly and tilt to one side. Was she climbing onto it?

He felt the pressure as her knees were placed between his thighs, already parted. Again, the metal against his flesh as the blade slid under the tunic before it pressed upwards. He felt it tug his cloth. Malik sucked his stomach inward in reflex as her wrist flicked to tear the material apart with precision. Then there was another sound that filled the air as he sucked in his breath and tugged at the restraints using his wrists. She had opened him up from his waist all the way up to his neck. He felt the warm air surrounding kiss the flesh of his abdomen and his chest as the lady yanked his shirt with her bare hands. He dipped his head back as she slowly, not only tore through his clothing, but was also starting to tear his ego.

"Lady. I ask you again. Untie me and I will leave in peace."

As he said that, there was a disturbing feeling of arousal that swept through him for a brief moment. And then it came back again as he felt her presence between his legs. Malik! Get a hold of yourself! Throw that feeling out the window! Now! That's what she probably wants. Don't give it to her!

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Double post. Removed.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Her body shifted. She moved until she was sitting on his chest. Well, she was, until she leaned over him, her naked breasts brushing across the hard plane of his chest while she slid the blade, sharp edge pointed toward the ceiling , along the inside of what remained of one sleeve to his tunic. It slid along the flesh of his arm harmlessly and with ease as she slit open the material. The fabric fell to the bed without protest. Her weight shifted to the other side, sliding the blade along the other sleeve, freeing the material there as well. Her weight redistributed itself to the center of his chest.

She watched his blindfolded face. She wondered if he caught on now. She didn’t want to hear it. Not a word. It would be a shame to gag such a sensual mouth. The very tip of her dagger went from one corner of his lower lip and drug slowly, lightly, across it to the other side. She broke the kiss of steel, leaning over him to replace it with the tip of her tongue, dragging its softness across the plane the dagger had just traversed.

With one palm pressed against is chest for leverage, she sat upright again. The tip of the dagger this time started at a point just behind his ear and slanted across his throat, coming to a stop at the shallow hollow at the base, in front. Again, cold steel left the warmth of his skin as the tip of her tongue flickered into the hollow.

Did he understand yet? Had he figured out her intent? Today, she had fought the good fight. Today the stench of blood had been carried in her nostrils and now, she wanted a different scent in them. She wanted the scent of living. She wanted the scent of sex and he was going to give it to her.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress~

No answer. Not a word. He realized she was not interested in talking. Either that or she was mute. He doubted the latter was true. And she definitely had no intention of letting him go until she had gotten what she wanted. Malik was a smart man. He knew a struggle at this point would be useless. It would only make things difficult for her, but more for him. He should rather try and enjoy what was about to happen. But something inside him wasn't allowing him to do that. Was it the male ego? Maybe.

Her weight didn't bother him as much as the position he was in. She felt like a feather on top of him. Especially when her soft flesh brushed against his bare chest. Then the sleeves of his tunic were cut open with ease as the woman slid the blade on either side of his body, one arm at a time. Each time the cool metal touched his flesh, he felt the goosebumps. Her weight kept shifting over his abdomen and his chest as she moved over him. She had to be at least partly naked. He could feel the tenderness against his own roughness.

Malik sucked in his breath sharply as the dagger touched him. His bottom lip quivered slightly as the tip of the tool moved from one corner of his mouth to the other slowly, grazing his flesh with only the aim of letting him know. Letting him know who was in control. No harm was going to be caused if he didn't want it. The feeling of cold steel was replaced by that of soft muscle. He felt her warm breath against his mouth as she drug her tongue over his larger lip. His pulse quickened.

He had felt the warmth of her lower body against his midsection as she had straddled him. He still felt it. The metal replaced her mouth once again, this time traversing from the back of his ear to the hollow of his throat. It made him arch under her slightly, his head dipping back, as he felt the cool blade against his flesh. Something stirred inside him. He gulped. Then there was a tickle after the weapon left him once again. And that moist delicate air against his skin as she breathed. Head dipped back further as his body squirmed just a bit. Hands tugged at the restraints. Toes stretched and arched in his direction although his feet couldn't move. But he didn't dare move his head more than she would appreciate.

He was right. Not a word. She didn't want to hear anything coming out of his mouth. He was beginning to understand the language of steel. She needed silent obedience. And something more. And he had no other option that to give it to her. Damnation.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Scooting her hips back over his stomach, she continued to straddle him. There was a solid thunk over his head as the dagger went flying into the wall just above his head and quivered in the wall. She wasn’t going to need it anymore. She leaned over his body again. Her hands and eyes wandered slowly over the expanse of his naked chest. Resting her fingers, splayed across his ribcage, she leaned further toward him, her lips finding one of his nipples and stroked her tongue over it, just before she closed her teeth around it and bit down. Not extremely hard, but hard enough to give the slightest sensation of pain.

She felt no sense of hurry. They were wrapped in darkness. His eyes were covered. The night had just begun and she was going to feast on what the Fates had sent her. For just this night, she was going to have what she wanted.

The way of the blade was not a simple one. It was also a lonely path. The feel of human warmth under her hands was like a miracle to her. All she ever felt was cold. So cold. Tonight, she had been given a gift. Under her hands was a pulsing heart and before she was done, something more would be pulsing in this room.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress~

The weight shifted down his midsection as the insides of her thighs brushed against his sides. She was still on top of him. Malik gasped at the sound above his head. A tug on the ropes that were around his wrists. Body shifting underneath her just a bit. Something had hit the wall apparently. It must have been her weapon he assumed. Then he felt soft fingers gliding over the breadth of his chest before they slid over his ribcage, tickling him for a second or two, then settling.

The wetness and the warmth against his nipples felt wonderful, even though he was burning inside with anger. She had begun the dance. Her tongue teased him slowly before her mouth captured the nub and her teeth clamped around it. Malik's body arched on the bed slightly. Another tug at the restraints as he squirmed. It was not painful for him. Actually quite sensual. Something he was not used to, again. And she was slowly winning. He hated it.

Curiosity was definitely going to kill the cat. In this case, the cat was having her way with the dragon. And it was killing the dragon.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

She slid back, releasing his nipple and studied him dispassionately. Her eyes narrowed.

So. The dragon may be harboring anger in the pit of his stomach but he was moved. Good. She repeated the gesture to the other side. Her hands moved, going to his sides and using her fingertips, trailing them down his sides. But he wasn’t in this position for his pleasure, but her own. Releasing his other nipple from her teeth with a slight tug, she moved down his body. Swinging one leg over his body, she planted herself between his thighs, shifting herself to the end of the bed.

Supple fingers reached for the fastening that held his pants up and began undoing it. Now to finish unwrapping her gift from the Fates.

She frowned as the dilemma presented itself. She wanted to leave him some dignity when he finally managed to leave this place and cutting his pants off was not going to do that. All she needed was a raging dragon stomping through the brothel breathing fire because he was left without any clothes to wear. She sat back on her heels and contemplated the situation.

A half turn toward one leg and she tugged on the rope, loosening it. Readjusting the rope closer to his other still secured one. She didn’t move it much closer as she didn’t want to risk him trying to take advantage of the situation. Glancing over her handiwork, she nodded. Better.

Her fingers returned to his hips, tugging down the material over his hips. Her fingers encountered his underwear and she gripped those as well. The material jerked over his pelvic region and revealed his masculine shaft to her eyes. The fabric kept jerking down his legs as far as they would go, ending up halfway down his thighs. She sat back on her heels again, brushing her hair back from her face as her eyes moved over him again. There was an appreciative gleam in her eyes. Leaning to one side, she drug her tongue along his thigh, tasting the salt of his skin and inhaling his scent.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress~

The same treatment was given to his other nipple as her tongue slid over his chest and teeth wrapped around his now taut bud. He could feel the slight pain as her mouth left his skin. It didn't bother him but he felt it nevertheless. Her fingers trailed over his upper body as if they owned it. She was surely working on her own agenda here. Not his. Any pleasure he would derive from it would only be a bonus. His pleasure however was bottled up and the cork of his inner frustration and ego was not letting it spill out.

He felt her shift over his stomach. What was she doing? He felt a tug around his waist. Of course. She was going to undress him fully. Something stopped her from continuing further. Malik waited. Was she pulling out another weapon to...No! Not his pants. She had already made sure he was going to be topless. The thought hadn't crossed his mind until then. How was he supposed to walk out of the place without any clothes on? She wouldn't! But then, there was no telling what this woman could do. He didn't trust her. Even though she hadn't caused him any bodily harm, yet.

He felt the rope around one of his ankles being played with. His leg shifted. The grip was slightly loosened but not enough for him to make any move. His hands were still secured anyway. Then she began pulling his pants down over his hips, and his thighs. The underwear was next. He breathed fire as she continued to shatter his pride, before revealing it, as the clothing over his masculinity was now halfway around his thighs. He struggled against the ropes, squirming on the bed. Surprisingly, his shaft had been halfway to full erection as soon it had sprung out from under the fabric of his underwear.

He was obviously a bit aroused, even if he wasn't ready to admit it. That wave crashed over him once again. And this time, it stayed. For a while longer. Malik threw his head back and then to one side, cursing under his breath, before turning his face towards the ceiling. The rough wetness against the flesh of his thigh made him arch and then contract.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Oh ho! Firming evidence that the dragon was not completely uncomfortable.

Her fingertips trailed over his semi-hard shaft, watching it twitch as she did so. An imp of mischief overcame her as she lifted her head from his thigh to arch over him slightly, lowering her mouth until the tip of her tongue trailed over the underside from base to crown. Her fingers wrapped around him, pulling his shaft away from his body. Her tongue tip paused at the rim then proceeded to trace the underside of that rim. She inhaled. His male muskiness filled her head. Having come full circle, she drug her tongue across the surface of the head. Slowly.

Her tongue retreated into her mouth, pressing to the roof. His taste filtered throughout. Her hand, still wrapped around him, began to move as slowly as her tongue had. Fluidly. Her eyes turned up to his face, watching for a reaction.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress~

He twitched against her fingers as soon as she touched him. His body arched once again, but only a bit. Lips pursed. Intake of air. Then out. Her tongue moved from his thigh to the tip of his prick as it twitched again. What was happening? Malik squirmed on the bed and continued to breathe fire although the intensity had now reduced quite a bit. Was he really beginning to enjoy this?

As the tip of her tongue slid over the thick head of his shaft, and her soft slender fingers gripped him, his lower body shifted under her weight as much as it could. She was taking her own sweet time in playing with him. His body. And his mind. There was no urgency. He couldn't see but he could feel. His manhood slowly began to grow between her fingers as her tongue drug over the velvety crown before moving away. Her hand, however, remained around him. Moving. Slowly. Very slowly. If he hadn't been blindfolded, she could see the hidden lust in his eyes, behind the rage that was on the surface. Instead she could notice it in the slight, subtle movements of his body, considering he couldn't move much, and the expressions on his face, barring his eyes.

Malik's lips parted slightly. He swallowed once. You have me where you wanted me! Now hurry up and let me go! He very well knew she was not going to...let him go easily.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

If she couldn’t find traces of his arousal on his face, she couldn’t miss the hardening of his cock. With every stroke of her hand she could feel him getting firmer and extending. Impressive. She almost felt sorry for whatever little whore he had been here to see. Almost.

The veins in his neck seemed closer to the surface and the cords of muscles there spoke of his anger and tension. More than ever she wanted to make the dragon purr. She had heard tales as a child that dragons could purr. Idly, as her hand continued to stroke him, she wondered what it would feel like to have his fire roll over her skin.

She stopped. Abruptly. Removing her hand from around him and rose up. She straddled his upper thighs and pressed down, trapping the length of him against his body and her folds. Her hands gripped his hips as her own hips rubbed against him, feeling him slide along her, his hardness titillating the hard nub that usually remained hidden. Her head fell back, her hair cascading behind her as she rubbed herself against him, always careful to insure he didn’t penetrate her….yet.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress~

His mind shot back to the little whore he had come to see. Amaya. He imagined her gentle fingers wrapped around his manhood as she pleasured him each time he visited her. Sometimes her hands would be far away from his prick though, so maybe not every time. He would be there to just impale her. One hole at a time. He wondered where she was at the moment. He certainly hoped she was not waiting for him in their room. This warrioress was obviously very skilled too. He could feel it as his manhood stiffened slowly but surely against her touch.

Blood flow was a funny thing. A stiff cock could be the result of a woman touching a man, but that was not always the case. Often in the morning and sometimes even in the afternoon, Malik had woken up with a rock between his legs. Aching. Without any woman in his vicinity. Maybe he was just trying to convince himself that was the case here as well. It wasn't. He would have known it if he thought more clearly. He was far from relaxed. His ego was not letting him accept the fact that her actions were arousing him.

He suddenly felt her hand being replaced by a moistness as her weight pressed down over his thighs and his prick was crushed between his own flesh and her petals. He felt her rub against him slowly, her hands gripping his hips, thighs brushing against his own. He knew what she was doing. She was trying to tease him. And delaying her own pleasure. Intensifying it. Malik's manhood throbbed against her wetness. The long frame of his body arched as his chest lifted up slightly off the bed, head dipping back, arms struggling against the ropes. A soft moan almost escaped his lips. Almost.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

What was that? She paused to listen. Had she almost heard something from her captive dragon? Surely not a purr. It was too soon. Her hips started up again. Forward and back, along his length. Only he didn’t have the luxury of being buried inside her heat. The motion of her hips increased. Her own secretions kept painful friction at bay.

Her head tilted back up and her eyes sought his face. What was he thinking? Did he feel helpless under her onslought? Did he feel angry because she aroused him without his active consent? Her fingers reached behind her, seeking and finding his testicles. She palmed them, giving them a squeeze.

The bed jiggled as he fought against his restraints. She watched through hazy eyes as his head dipped backward.

That’s it, dragon.

She felt him throb under her, pulsing against her wetness. She licked her suddenly dried lips and rubbed against him faster. Her eyes drifted down his body, settling where their bodies were pressed so intimately together, watching the head of his cock poke out and then retreat, in accordance with the movement of her hips.

That’s it, dragon. Show me. Even against your will, show me.

The urging was silent.

Her lips curved into an ancient womanly smile.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress~

He knew she was trying to make him submit to her against his will. And she was good. Very good. He wondered for a moment why he was trying to resist. A part of his brain couldn't comprehend it. Another part was telling him to just go with the flow and bathe in the pleasure that was being given to him. Her hips moved slowly against his body as his shaft slid smoothly against her slick lips.

He felt her fingers, then the flat of her palm against his testicles. Damn Damn Damn! She must have surely heard it. A low groan. He pursed his lips, but it still escaped them, maybe. He fought as she squeezed his balls while his manhood jerked between his own flesh and her wet sex. Only the jerk was not apparent due to it being sandwiched.

Malik couldn't have imagined himself in this situation a couple of hours ago when he walked into the Abode. He was not in his usual arrogant mood. He even wanted to apologize to Amaya. But this? This was something else. He was throbbing and hard. Tied up by a stranger. In a dark room. Naked and spread out before her. For her taking. Could things have gotten any more out of hand?

His body squirmed helplessly on the bed as she quickened her rhythm. Her hips slowly fucking his manhood into an unbelievable erection. The juices started to leak from between her thighs as he felt the wetness against skin. His mouth opened as if to say something. But he was in no condition of saying anything coherent. She was driving him crazy. He was in two minds. Pain and pleasure. It was a wicked combination. And it was not the usual king of pain.

Body arched and tightened. Wrists tugged at the restraints. Legs shifted uncomfortably as much as they could. Head thrown back.

A soft sound came out of his mouth as those stubborn lips parted.

Then, he relaxed. Slowly.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her sharp hearing caught every little sound. She wanted to think it was because she was attuned to catch sounds, no matter how small and she heard him. She grinned again as she lifted her body clear of his.

There was some heady pleasure in getting a man to do something he didn’t want to, to draw it out of him. To make him acknowledge, even to himself, that he had done so.

Now.

Now she wanted him in her. She straddled him again. This time with her back to him. As her hips lowered, her fingers wrapped around the full, hard length of him. She stroked him once then guided him inside her. Her top row of teeth sank into her full bottom lip as she lowered herself, filling herself, with him. Her body was greedy. It wanted all of him. She controlled it. Didn’t let that happen. She eased her hips down, drawing him deeper and deeper into her. The slowness of her actions allowing her to stretch around him. Until finally, he was embedded. The slanted head of his cock pressed up against the entrance to her womb. Her buttocks nestled against his pelvic region as she paused momentarily, pressing a hand to her own region and felt him inside her.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress~

He felt her weight shift as the wet feeling was momentarily gone from his shaft. It bobbed up and stood straight, pointing in the air like a tower. Her thigh brushed against it as she turned and straddled him once again. Malik felt her fingers grip him as the dampness was obvious against his skin. Another soft moan was heard. The juices leaked over his pelvic region and flowed down over his crotch and his thighs. She guided him inside her. Slowly.

His body arched. Wrists struggled. This time, not in anger. He felt her tightness slowly being pushed down over his turgid pole as if his prick was being enveloped in a cushion of wetness. He could not deny the pleasure. It was unlike anything. Except...except maybe...Amaya...No! Not her. She was special. Unlike anyone else he had ever met. He could not compare his whore angel to this...warrior lady. He felt the softness of her buttocks against his pelvis. She was surely facing the other way, with her back to him. He was now completely engulfed in her sex.

His penis throbbed against her walls as she reached her fingers down between them and felt him inside her, right there at the entrance. She heard another sound. It came from behind her back. The man who had followed her into the room had been drowned. She had him as her captive. She was slowly making him moan for her. And now she was going to fuck him. Again, he knew she would take her own sweet time. No mercy.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her hands came to rest, just above where his pants had been shoved. It caused her to lean over so her hips could rise and fall, slowly fucking him. Her cadence often changed. A long slow retreat, just ‘til the point of releasing him completely, but stopping short of it, to slamming her hips down upon him and grinding him up against her cervix. Other times, she merely hunched over him, her hips moving in short, rapid spurts.

She glanced over her shoulder from time to time. He was hers for the taking. He wasn’t fighting her anymore. She sat back. The angle of his cock inside her channel was different. It applied pressure to different areas. Sometimes, she merely rocked her hips against him, enjoying the difference. It was times like these that her fingers slid between her lower lips, finding the hard, throbbing nub of pleasure and rubbed it. Her hips and fingers would work in sync those times. She altered between stroking him with her body and simply pressing him against her by rocking.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress~

The thrusts started. Sometimes slow. Sometimes slightly faster. Long drawn out ones until his shaft was almost free of her lips. Almost. Just then, she would slam herself back onto him, shoving his manhood inside her until her buttocks once again plopped onto his pelvis. Her hands were sliding over his legs, before they came to rest. She would lean over and grind her hips over him. Her cunt expertly sucked at his cock. It was like a slow dance. Torturous. Painful. Sweet. Sweeter of course for her, than it was for him.

If she turned her head back to watch him, she would certainly see his head moving from one side to the other. Dipping back at times. His midsection arching in the pleasure that she was thrusting upon him forcibly. Soft sounds emanating from his mouth, followed by a tug of the wrist or a low growl. The dragon was being tamed. Used. That's how he was feeling. Used by a woman. He did not like it. But there was no other option. Malik was not accustomed to such treatment. But she had turned him into her slave. Her body fucked him towards an orgasm he never knew he would experience in this lifetime. Not in such a manner, anyway.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

The pressure. It built in her lower abdomen but the rest of her body translated into tension. Fire surging through her veins, engulfing her. Each stroke along his length, each grind against his hips, turned the tensional wire inside her. Thought fled as bodily needs took over. Her body drove them both though she was answering her own body’s needs. His needs had simply hitched a ride.

Sweat dripped from her body as she relinquished her iron will of control to the demands of lust and the drive for satiation. Her body worked his, pushing herself higher, pulling it tighter until she achieved that one indefinable moment where everything stood suspended and in the next breath, her body jerked upon his. Her muscles rolled around his length, squeezing, rippling over him. Time and time again. Her fingers dug into his thighs. Her nails left marks in his skin.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress~

His needs were secondary. His body was just a vessel tonight. Her desires were the primary concern. And she was making bloody sure that all of them would be met by the time she was done with him. He felt the strokes along the length of his shaft getting faster and faster. Her hips were grinding as her body rocked over him. Her muscles clenched his hardened prick tightly inside her womb as she rode her captive like a pony.

Beads of sweat were now forming over his forehead as well as his chest. He was, however, nowhere close to an orgasm. Not the kind of intense ones he was used to. She had full control over his body and she was just using it to satisfy her cravings. Damn her if she came and left him there tied up. The thought flashed through his mind as he felt her entire body jerk and press down upon his pelvis, and his thighs. He tugged hard at the restraints and moaned out in pleasure as her fingernails dug into his flesh. He throbbed against her squeeze. Growling and breathing like a helpless, bound dragon.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her body slowed, still moving however, until the last tremor was pulled from her body. Her fingers remained dug into his fleshy thighs as she drew in deep steadying breaths. It took a few moments before she was capable of actually moving. She levered her body up and off of his, feeling his still rock hard cock slip from her body.

She sat on the edge of the bed, giving her knees a chance to strengthen before she got up. She moved to the dresser, emptied the water in the basin out the window and then refilled it. She took her time cleansing her body of scent. His and her own. All the time, fully aware of the growling dragon still bound to the bed. Turning to face him in the darkness, she sat down in the chair next to her things. She felt for her shift and donned it. She’d carry the rest. A woman roaming the halls of a brothel in a shift was nothing unusual.

What was she going to do about him? He surely wasn’t going to be happy once he figured out she wasn’t going to see to his needs. Compound that with the fact she had used him for her own pleasure and had tied him up? She had to figure out a way to get out of there before he raised a storm. She gathered up her plate, mail and sword, setting it in the chair by the door.

Barefooted, her feet making little to no sound on the floor as she approached the bed and stood staring down at him for a second. She leaned over him, her hair brushing across his chest, his shoulder, his arm. Her fingers fastened around the hilt of the dagger that protruded from the wall and yanked. It came free. With a firm grip on the handle, she pulled back her arm then slammed it into his jaw with enough force to make him black out.

Once she insured he was indeed knocked out, she leaned over him again, turning his unconscious face toward her, placing her lips against his for a split second before she sliced one rope, freeing his hand and left the dagger on the table by the bed where he could reach it when he came to.

Turning, she gathered up her armor and sword, opening the door and peering out. Quietly she slid out into the corridor, closing the door behind her and melded into the darkness.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress~

He felt her velvety cunt slide out from over his erect manhood. At first he thought she was changing positions. Or maybe she was planning to give him pleasure using her...who was he kidding? She was there for herself. Not him. He had walked into her trap and paid the price. He sensed her moving away from the bed now. Bitch! She had shattered his pride. Tied him up. Fucked him to satisfy her own needs. And now she had left him in an aroused state, squirming on the bed. Little idea did he have what she was about to do next.


The sound of water reached his ears. The sound of a whore washing away her sins, he thought. Although he wasn't sure she could be classified as a whore after the episode that had just taken place. He struggled against the restraints as the anger shoved back deep inside him surfaced and he growled and breathed fire once again. The sound of her armor being picked up didn't help. He knew she was planning to leave. Then her hair tickled him for a few seconds. Was she back? Thank god. She was going to satisfy him after all. How wrong he was. The sharp blow against his jaw was the last thing that he felt before he lost consciousness. He would have blacked out, except it was already dark, thanks to the red silk cloth tied around his eyes.

~~0~~

Darkness.

Malik wasn't sure for how long he had been knocked out. When he woke up, he felt the air around him was cold. He couldn't see anything. His body was slightly stiff. His groin ached. He tried to move his arms and legs. They ached as well, from the position he had been in for god only knows how many hours. One hand slid free. He immediately felt the cloth over his eyes with his fingers and yanked at it, pushing it back over his temple. His eyes opened. Pupils dilated. It was good that the room wasn't bright. Otherwise he wouldn't have been able to open his eyes that easily.

His head turned to one side, noticing a dagger on the table nearby. Stretching his body as far as he could, his hand reached out to grab the weapon. Once the ropes were sliced open, Malik sat on the edge of the bed with his face buried in his palms for a minute. He was red with anger. But there was a feeling of broken pride and shame hanging over his head. The woman he had followed in here had used him, knocked him out, and then left him. He felt a sudden pain in his jaw as his hand instinctively reached up to touch it. He winced. If he ever got his hands on her, she was going to pay for this. Heavily. And he would be ready for her next time.

Pulling his pants up to his waist, Malik rose to his full height. He didn't have a shirt to wear. He was fuming with rage as he walked towards the door and slowly opened it. He was going to have to walk out of the Abode, topless. He needed to pound someone. Or something. He had arrived at the brothel earlier to meet his prostitute. The warrioress, however, had just turned him into one. He felt like a...Whore

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Amaya had gone about her business as she always had when she wasn’t with Malik. During the day she made money to pay off her debt. One day she would earn her freedom from the brothel.

Malik.

Thoughts of him put a sadness in her eyes. The last time he was with her, something had been wrong with him. Not physically, but mentally or emotionally. She didn’t know what it was. He never talked to her. She often wondered why he kept her for himself. Surely she meant next to nothing to him. She was a whore, living in the brothel. He made sure she never forgot it and yet, he kept her.

She left the church covered from head to toe. Not one inch of her bare skin showed. Only her eyes were visible over the veil that wrapped around her face. She kept her eyes averted even when she got back to the brothel. Slipping through the corridors, making herself part of the darkness, avoiding the drunk men and laughing women.

Her heart ached. Not even the church could lighten it. Letting herself into her room, she lit a candle on the dresser and began to unwind the veil. Choices are made all the time on a whim, sometimes, they cost dearly. Wishes were dreams and nothing but. She couldn’t change what she was, what she had always been. She hadn’t slept with another man since Malik bought her, but that changed little. He owned her. She was his to do with as he saw fit.

She stood in front of the window looking out, wondering when Malik would come to her again. His usual visit was overdue and she wasn’t sure when he would appear. She leaned her forehead against the glass, closing her eyes.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He had always walked the halls of the Abode holding his head high. His giant figure moving swiftly through the masses of men and women. Not tonight. Stripped of his pride, he had been disrobed, barring the pants that he was still wearing. They managed to cover the little ounce of dignity that she had left him with. People in the Abode just saw a tall dark man with no shirt on, his well defined muscular frame exposed to everyone, his eyes lowered as if he was performing the walk of shame, clutching a sharp metal object in one hand that remained parallel to his hip. His avatar would have scared anyone who watched closely. Nobody knew what had happened. But he knew it in his heart. And he couldn't get it out of his head. He wouldn't be able to. For a long, long time.

Malik was deep in his own thoughts, if they could be called that. His brain was too confused to think rationally. He didn't know what he was going to do. For everything, there's a first time. He was not amused by what had just taken place though. Something made him pause suddenly in the corridor. His head turned to the left. The door was slightly open. His heart stopped for a second.

Amaya.

He had been so engrossed in thoughts about the warrioress, not to mention the intense anger that was emanating from within him, that he had forgotten all about his angel. Surely he had kept her for himself. But ever since the day he had met her, Malik had not engaged himself with another female. Until, tonight. The feeling of humiliation was already there. Now, there was a pang of guilt as he stood outside the door to the room he had visited on numerous occasions. Sure. She had force fucked him against his will. If she hadn't, he had followed her in there on his own. Who's to say he wouldn't have slept with her otherwise. Not that it was any of Amaya's concern what he did outside of the Abode, or even inside it. He was the one who had paid the price to own her. He could very well pay and own another woman. He had never wanted to though. Until. Until earlier in the evening when he had been mesmerized by the graceful figure, dressed in armor, walking down the corridor. He felt as if he had broken the pact that he had made with himself.

Torn between emotions, fuming with rage, washed with the feeling of betrayal, Malik turned and slowly pushed the door open. He was wary this time. His eyes were alert all of a sudden. The dagger that he had taken with him before leaving the other room was held firmly in his right hand. He knew there was no warrior lady inside this room. The only person who was ever in there was her. His keep. His angel. His chalice.

There she was. How long had she been waiting for him? Not too long, he hoped. Malik stepped inside carefully and turned to close the door shut, before turning back towards the window where Amaya was standing. His eyes, however, didn't meet hers. Not yet.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her mind registered the soft click of the door. Hadn’t she shut it? Obviously not. Turning away from the window, she sighed. Her mind was preparing this speech about how she wasn’t for service.

Malik!

But something was not right with him. She could sense it about him. Her eyes wandered over him standing there. His eyes wouldn’t meet hers. She gave a small gasp as she saw the dagger in his hand. His fingers tightened around the hilt.

“Malik?” She whispered and moved to his side. Her hands went to his arms and squeezed. Her concerned eyes slid up to his face.

“Malik, what’s wrong?”

She hated seeing him like this. This wasn’t right. Her heart felt a momentary pang watching him. Never in all her time with him, could she remember him being like this. Something was wrong. She stood before him in nothing but her usual shift with only a single candle to illuminate the room. It lent an eery glow to his face, casting part of it in shadow.