The Abode of Peace - Scenes of Antiquity

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He felt her nimble fingers slide between them as soon as his mouth started hovering over her engorged nipples. His back arched slightly over her body as her hand grasped his manhood that was hardening slowly against her moving fingers. His two fingers straightened inside her tight wet hole and began moving back and forth. His mouth continued to assault her tits, one at a time. Lips sucked hard. Teeth rolled over the taut little nubs before biting into them repeatedly, treating them like chew toys. Tongue lapped and flicked over her breasts and her nipples making them wet.

Malik pulled his fingers out from inside her just as his mouth withdrew from her breasts. Her fingers slid away from his erection as he shifted below onto the floor once again and parted her legs to gain access to her dripping womanhood. Face buried between trembling thighs. Tongue lapping up sweet honey as it flowed out from her pot. Lips capturing a tiny little pearl between them while large fingers thrust in and out of her. Malik began to eat his angel and finger fuck her. Mouth and fingers alternated between her pussy and her clit. Her molten heat blasted across his face as he continued to rub his nose into her crotch. Inhaling. Tasting. Licking. Sucking. Fucking. His Whore.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His fingers started to move inside her. Her hips moved with them. Her hand, wrapped around his cock mimicked the movement as well. Their body parts flowed like a river meandering along its natural course. His teeth continued to worry her nipples, sending slivers of sweet pain shooting through her chest and Amaya felt them, burrowing deep into her body, taking up space somewhere between tunnel and womb.

“No… “

It was the softest of sounds. The barest of whimpers as he retreated from her body. The sound was torn from her. But then, he was between her thighs again. Fingers snaked in and out of her body in a repeated rhythm. Lips found and closed over her sensitive nub that all nerve endings felt like they were connected to it. His fingers, mouth and tongue seemed to be all over her, devouring her and all she could do was clutch at the sheets in desperation. Under her, the sheets were damp with her perspiration. From neck to bell button, her body was starting to glisten with a fine sheen of sweat.

“Malik… please….”

It was there in her whisper. The pleading. To fuck her. Or make her cum. Maybe both.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

His tongue continued to lash against her cunt repeatedly, moving from between her lips to the tiny bundle of nerves as he felt her body writhe on the bed. Her hips ground against his face as it buried itself between her thighs. He explored the depths of her crevice, wiggling the little muscle deeper and deeper against her inner walls, feeling them squeeze him, while his nose and fingers fought to rub against her clit. He felt as if his head was near the entrance of a furnace. The liquid fire leaked all over his mouth, nose, chin, and cheeks while he drank the essence of her womanhood. Malik heard her plea and his fingers slid away from between his mouth and her warmth as both hands grabbed her thighs. His lips retreated from her folds. Head straight. Eyes met again. Filled with hunger. Passion. A primal desire.

The slow torture was over. Malik's knees left the floor as he rose to his full height, his eyes steady on her, hands sliding down her thighs, then her knees to grab her ankles once again. His arms moved to spread her apart and yank her body off her bed towards him. His hands slid up to clutch her knees before hopping down to her thighs and securing them firmly between his fingers. Her back and her buttocks were now lifted in the air. The only parts of her body touching the bed were the back of her head, part of her neck and upper back, and her arms. Her glistening wet cunt now stared directly at his manhood that grew harder by the second, growing closer and closer to her wetness as he stepped forward a few inches, his piercing eyes conveying to her what was obvious. She could feel it's heat as it throbbed and brushed against her inner thigh, but didn't touch her lips. Not yet.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Amaya’s line of sight traveled down her own body. Her eyes locked on to the rigid lines of his engorged cock poised at her entrance. They rose up the hard planes of his body, every inch of him she knew, with tongue, hands and lips. Finally, hazel eyes met dark browns ones, locking into the zone, that place. She couldn’t take it any more. Her body was throbbing insistently.

“Fuck me with your cock, Malik.”

Her hushed tone fell on their ears. It was filled with desperation, need, wanton desire.

God, she wanted him. Needed him. Droplets of sweat rolled off her body. Her chest rose and fell in short shallow breaths as she waited. Her body was riddled with tension, muscles were stretched taut with tension.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He heard her voice. Another plea. His eyes scanned her sweat glistened naked form as it lay spread open in front of him. For him to use as he pleased. Then, her body shifted at an angle in the air suddenly in his direction. The engorged head pushed through her wanton petals and continued inside her tight wetness with definite force as Malik thrust his hips forward and slid his thick shaft between the walls of her eagerness. There was no guidance needed. No hands required. It was simple. He was hard as a rock. She was as lubricated as one could get.

His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs, head dipped back slightly along with a low growl as he felt her muscles squeeze his prick. There was minimum friction as his angel dripped with passion, her body jolting off the bed once again as he drove into her deep, dark tunnel of lust. Once all the way inside her, he gazed down at her, her upper body half arched, half suspended in the air, while her lower part tried to wrap around his waist. Malik's hips didn't move yet. Instead, he just began shifting her body back and forth, as her lips glided against his steady shaft. He started to fuck her with his cock like she had asked for. Slowly. Using his hands that held her thighs tightly.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The slanted, inflamed head of his cock slid between her puffy lips, opening her up to the length that followed. Her inner walls contracted around him, milking him deeper. Her hands, once again, clutched at the sheets beneath her even as her head pressed back into the pillow, a soft moan of acceptance, of joy, left her lips.

His fingers were like bands of steel pressing into her thighs as he pushed forward, steadily, into her depths. When she was pressed firmly against him, with not an inch more to sink, he stopped. He made her restless.

Don’t stop… Please do..not... stop.

She tried to move her hips, grind against him. His hands held her firmly. He was going to do this his way. She moaned again. He was slowly going to kill her, drive her out of her own skin.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He watched as she struggled to move, clawing against the sheets, moaning in sweet delight. He could sense the restlessness. It made him growl once again. Once his hands started moving her, it was as if she was fucking his cock, sliding ever so smoothly over his now slick shaft as it pushed deeper and deeper inside her cave with each probing thrust. The thrusts came from her body however being thrown back and forth as his fingers held her firmly in their grasp. His shaft felt her walls contract around it, milk it slowly as it pulsed and moved between her lips like a rod of iron. Her breasts jiggled. Her head rubbed back and forth over the pillow along with the beautifully splayed hair.

Then Malik's right hand suddenly cupped her left buttock before it slid up along her back, fingers reaching all the way up to her neck and then to the back of her head while his arm supported her. Lifting her upper body until her eyes were once again, almost parallel to his, he gripped her right thigh even more firmly holding her against him, while the fingers of his right hand slid down from her head to grasp her neck. His cock was buried deeply inside her. He felt the slight pain for a moment as her body bent upwards, tugging at his stiffness. His eyes gazed into hers with a fiery passion. His voice was a husky growl.

"I won't be stopping anymore."

He didn't kiss her. He didn't let her kiss him. Rather his right hand lowered her back down until her head hit the pillow and her slender figure was arched in the air once again.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik was strong. He manipulated her body to suit him. To suit them. There were still many things about each other they didn’t know but equally, many things they did. His words thrilled her, right down to the very marrow in her bones. She gloried in the look she saw in his eyes. She put it there. Her. Amaya.

She didn’t want him to stop again. She didn’t want him to tease or taut her. She wanted him to pull her into the very center of the flame. The core where the fire was the hottest. She wanted to burn in his lust. His desire. His need.

“No. Don’t stop. I burn, Malik. I ache for you. My body is on fire for you. Fuck me until we both die.”

The words were torn from her. Not only from her lips, but her soul.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The strokes were slow and controlled at first. Then they became faster, but still very much controlled. Malik's eyes poured fire as they burned down on her. His hips started moving back and forth in rhythm to the movement of his hands. Her body was a mere vessel that he was using to fill it with his passion. All the way up to the brim before he withdrew, only to glide back inside her depth, against the resistance of her walls as they tightened around his shaft. His head dipped back each time that happened. She was good. Even when she didn't have much control.

Her slight frame was being manhandled as it writhed and squirmed against the bed and his arms. The sweat gleamed from her body, making it appear even more beautiful in the dim light pouring in from the window. The air around them was heavy, moist, and warm. The moaning could be heard distinctly now. His own breath quickened as he pumped his cock into her harder. The velocity of his thrusts would only increase from here on. There would be no relenting. Until both of them collapsed into a heap.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Sounds of harsh breathing. Flesh being pounded against and into flesh. Grunts, moans of passion. It all filled her little room. The filtered moonlight slid in from the closed window. It was the only witness to their coupling.

He was dragging her to the edge. She could feel it. The edge. Her body tensed even more. Would his next thrust push her off the edge? No. She groaned in hopelessness. She was at his mercy. Tighter and tighter he twisted her. Moving her by inches until she stood on tiptoes, her heels hanging off the edge.

She closed her eyes. Let it take her. Let him take her. She hung mid-air, unable to speak. Frozen in time. Just before she soared. He set her free. Her body was wracked with tremors, strong ones. They jolted her body off the bed. She cried out, twisting and turning in his grasp.

Darkness. It engulfed her. Leaving her chest heaving and her lungs in searing pain from lack of oxygen. Her body would not collapse until he joined her.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He growled louder, his flesh pounding into hers harder and harder with each thrust until he filled her. Her delicate body twisted and writhed on the bed, jerking off of it as they both traveled towards the peak together, once again, moaning and panting in a wave of pleasure that swept over their souls. His head thrown back, legs shuddered, body went weak for a moment as he closed his eyes and went over the edge with his angel. His fingers dug deeper into her flesh however, holding her firmly until the last second. She still hung in mid air. He wanted to collapse and lose himself in her, completely, just as much as she did.

Then, Malik lowered his gaze, and while remaining buried inside her molten sex as their juices drenched the sheets, he lowered his body onto hers, while climbing onto the bed shifting on his knees. Her body, once again was pushed back in the process. They were both drained. Mentally and physically. It had been one hell of a night. And it couldn't get any better than this. Just him and his angel whore. Lying together on the bed. Sweaty, exhausted, climaxed. Gazing into each others eyes while joined at their core. Then his cheek brushed against hers as his face buried itself into the pillow right next to where her head was resting. His large frame crushed her into the bed as he lay on top of her body. Out of breath.

Normally, he would have withdrawn as soon as he had finished and walked away like he always did. But right now, for some reason, he just felt like staying with her. Just for a second longer. Just another second, maybe.

 

[VampiricTouch]

The trap door lifted soundlessly on well oiled hinges. The caretakers of the Abode had taken pains to ensure her comings and goings would be discreet.

She stepped up through from the trap door, the white habit falling modestly about her ankles.

“Sister Eva, have you come to pray for the souls of the lost?” His greeting sounded sincere. He was there waiting, in his guise of flawless faithfulness, even before her eyes had adjusted to the light in the room.

“Aye...” The conviction in her response faltered, but he’d turned before seeing the flush fill her face.

She followed a step behind him. The silver candelabra he carried illuminated the dark corridor and cast ominous shadows as their footsteps filled the silence.

The double doors were ornately carved and opened up into a small chapel. The pews that lined both sides were placed in orderly rows, leading up to an altar. A woman awaited her there.

A slight bow was the only indication for her to enter. Eva stopped five paces before the altar, when the woman stepped forward with a murmur. “Sister, pray for me for I have sinned...”

Her hands smoothed gently down the front of the sister’s habit as the woman knelt. In neat folds, she lifted the hem of the sister’s skirt, drawing them high, past the scalloped edge of her white stockings. She offered them to the sister with both hands in uplifted reverence.

Eva picked up the offering and as she folded her hands before her, her skirts lifted higher. The woman leaned forward now to kiss the revealed nethers of her client.

“Our Fa-father which art in heaven...” Eva’s clear voice filled the room, faltering as she felt the warmth of lips touch her sex.

“Haa....” She moaned as the woman’s tongue lathed skin to taste her. “ha-... hallowed be the name.”

She'd be struggling to stay standing soon... let alone finish her prayer....

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

The moon rode low in the sky, partly obscured by the clouds hanging about. Both things made the night appear darker and later than it was. She slipped into the courtyard of the Abode as silently as the armor allowed for. Lights blazed from the main building. She was skirting the illumination, sticking to the shadows of the walls. The noise coming from within irritated her. The feminine pitch of laughter mingled with the deeper tones of horny males. It made her stomach churn. The smell of alcohol, sex and unwashed bodies twitched her nostrils. She slipped deeper into the shadows as she made her way into the gardens.

It had been a rough week. Her body was exhausted. As was her mind. She wanted the sanctuary of her room, to rid herself of the armor and to stretch out on her bed, blotting out the sounds of the brothel as sleep claimed her. It became obvious that such was not to be, not tonight. The Knights were celebrating. There had been a huge skirmish and they had been victorious. Now, they were celebrating. Coin flowed from their pockets like water, just the way the establishment liked it.

There was a bench under a tree, whose branches hung low. Ducking under them, she found the bench and sat down, leaning backwards until the back of her armor touched rough bark. She closed her eyes, trying to blot out the noise, which here, in this spot, was less than any place else, thank the heavens.

It has been weeks since she, herself, had been visited by a stranger. She had been in a strange mood that night. She had been angry with men in general. And she had taken it out on a stranger. He had had nothing to do with what she had been through, but his curiosity had put him in the wrong place, at the wrong time. She was almost regretful. Almost.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

He disliked pollution. Especially noise pollution. He could bear stench if required, but he wasn't in the mood to damage his eardrums tonight. The celebrations didn't interest him. He had more coin than he could spend. Except...he visited the Abode for one thing. And one thing only. Her. Well, two things now, to be exact. At least since his last visit. It had been a roller coaster ride. But he had not been in an amusement park. They hadn't been invented yet. This was a brothel. Where he had almost been treated like a whore. At least that's how he felt. She had messed with his mind. And his pride. She had stripped it with her sword, not to mention his clothes, and rendered him naked, helpless, and needy. For more. How dare she! He had been simmering for weeks.

He needed to see her. He wanted answers. He knew the possibility of him getting them was slim, given the way she had behaved with him the last time he had paid her an unexpected visit. The memory of it sent shivers through his masculinity. Malik was not used to the way the Warrioress had treated him. One part him was aching for revenge. Another part was...well...just wanting to see this mysterious Lady again. There was something about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on. But it aroused him. Made him want to be tied to that bed once again and fucked by her, barring the smack on the head and him being knocked unconscious. And the fact that she incited these feelings in him, made him uncomfortable. Angry. Restless. Damn Her! No! Revenge. Yes. That's what he wanted. If not, we would at least demand some answers.

A swift kick to the door. The room was empty. He had been prepared when he entered, unlike last time. Useless. She wasn't there. He had no idea where she was. He could wait in there for her. It would probably give him slight advantage when she did arrive. He glanced towards the bed and then the window. The noise outside was getting to him. After a few minutes of contemplating, he decided to exit the room and led himself out through the corridors and into the gardens. The uproar, the high pitched shrieks, and the laughter faded. The gardens were almost deserted.

His heart stopped for a moment. The light made the metallic armor shine brightly as he noticed her sitting under a tree in the far corner to his left. What was she doing there? Waiting for him? Unlikely. Malik approached the bench slowly, hands rolled into fists, his figure towering before her, his head brushing against a few branches that hung low before he shifted and became as steady as he could.

"You don't seem like a coward to me. Why did you do it?"

He stood motionless, his eyes bore down into hers as they blinked through the armor. He tried to control his rage, breathing as slowly as he could.

"Why did you use me and then...leave me unconscious in that room?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

His voice. It interrupted her thoughts, not to mention his presence shattering her peace of mind. Her demon. He had come back. He had plagued her from the moment he had slipped into her room. Who understood the Ways of Fate?

Her eyes opened and her hand slid to the pommel of her sword, fingers closing around it. He wanted answers. She wasn’t in the mood to give them to him. Steel flashed in a glimmer of moonlight peeking out from a cloud. Two things happened at the same time, she came to her feet in a swift, smooth movement and again, he found himself at the end of her sword. She had the very tip pressed against the soft, vulnerable flesh of his throat. One twitch, one attempt to dislodge her sword and he would find himself gurgling in his own blood here in the garden.

Her voice was low, harsh and impatient.

“Back. Against the tree. Now.”

Her eyes flickered around them, searching the area. Frustration was in hers. She needed something to bind him with. Out here, there was very little to work with. The moonlight caught something under a bush to her right. It was close enough for her foot to reach, but until he moved, she could do little to retrieve it and even when she did, she prayed it was something she could use.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

His eyes were busy staring into hers. His temper flared as soon as her saw her. His body tensed slightly while he stood there, unaware of his own surroundings for a minute, as well as the swift movements her hands and then her body made. The next thing he knew, the sharp tip of her sword was once again kissing his throat. His focus shifted. His expression changed from one of menacing rage to that of surprised frustration. How did she...? When did...? Damn! Malik's eyes remained on her as his chin lifted carefully.

He contemplated the situation for a few seconds while her eyes flickered around. She wanted him back up against the tree she was sitting under. He had to slide to the side and then back. But he was not cornered this time. The last time she had held him at the edge of her weapon, he had nowhere to go. Nowhere to back away. He could step back quickly enough to get away from the blade and...and then what? What was she planning to do to him this time anyway? This was a public area. Surely she couldn't...A shiver ran down his spine as he attempted to think. There wasn't much time. But he wasn't giving up without a fight. At least not without trying...something. He was not going to run away. It wasn't in his blood.

He knew there were bushes on one side and some behind him. He noticed her eyes searching for something around them. Malik's hands raised slowly on both sides as if to tell her he was surrendering. His anger was now under control. It was necessary to remain calm. He took one step back. Slowly. His eyes glancing at the sword and then back to her armor clad face. All he had to do was somehow dislodge the sword from her fingers. But how? He hadn't turned his back towards the tree yet. Another half a step back as his eyes intently gazed into hers, very aware of her movements now.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Her eyes flickered from the glint of steel under tender foliage to his face. Standing under the tree as they were, her features were obscured by the shadows of the branches and the darkness of the night, given the clouds. She was thankful. She knew next to nothing about the demon dragon. Could he fight in the dark? Was he willing to chance it? She read the anger in the lines of his body. She couldn’t blame him. Anger had driven her too. He seemed like a man who always had to be in control and now, he had run into one who stripped it from him effortlessly. She felt no sympathy. In the world’s eye, strong women had no place. They were possessions, nothing more. If they weren’t possessions, they were vessels.

“Do you like living?”

She kept her voice in the same tone as when she first spoke. There was a hard edge to it. She calculated that he was looking for a way to fight her. He was a male. Being caught unaware, especially by a sword wielding female, did not set well with him, she was sure. It did not set well with any male. When it came down to basics, he could overpower her. She always sought to achieve the upper hand in every situation by being quick and cunning. It was the only way to insure her safety. Though if it came down to a fight, she had no doubt she could win.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

It was getting darker by the minute. He could still see those two buttons flickering from inside the armor. He wasn't sure if he could fight her without getting his throat or some other part of the body slit open. He knew she was quick. Very quick. If only she wasn't so good with the sword. Her question found him by slight surprise. Her voice. It was different tonight, even though the tone was consistent. He felt like he had heard her before. Of course he had. When he had met her last time. No...she hadn't even opened her mouth then! Maybe he was just imagining things.

"Why are you doing this?"

It was not a question he expected her to answer. He asked it anyway. Malik needed some leverage. She didn't look like she was about to give him any. That's when he decided to take a chance. He hoped the darkness would aid him. The blade was only a breath away from his neck, ready to press intently against his tender flesh and spill blood from it if necessary. He had taken a step back already. It was time. Now or never.

"You're going to regret this."

Malik turned slowly as if to turn his back towards the tree, taking a couple of large steps back and to the side. He turned his face away from her for a moment. Then one leg suddenly rose up in the air in the general direction of the sword as he tried to kick it out of her hand, his body bending in the other direction, face turning back towards her. There was an impact as his foot hit something solid. Then a clang of metal against rock.

He guessed that the sword had slipped out of her hand. He had seen the tip of the blade whoosh past his nose. He couldn't be sure though because as soon as his one foot had attempted to kick her, his other foot had slipped off the surface, making him crash against the floor. He winced in slight pain as his arm got sandwiched between his body and the floor on which they had been standing.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Again, the questions. Again, no answers. What happened next, vexed her and she blamed herself for it. The clouds had slid over the moon just as he turned toward the tree, leaving a gap between the tip of her deadly blade and his throat. It was all he needed to act. His leg came up, kicking the blade from her hand, that’s what vexed her so much. She should have been ready for any circumstance. To add insult to injury, the blade flew from her loosened grasp and clattered against a rock just out of reach. If anything, she should have been able to hold onto her weapon. Not to mention the clouds had decided to slip past the shining orb in the sky. For not the first time, she despaired of the timing of such matters.

“Not very graceful, are we?”

Sarcasm was present in her low uttered voice as she kicked him to his stomach with her boot and as he rolled over, dropped an armored knee into his back as her hand was blurred by movement. The tip of her dagger was now pressed against the back of his skull.

“Stretch your arms over your head. Palms flat on the ground and I do not suggest you move. Let us hope some of that intelligence of your asserts itself.”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

He groaned in slight pain as she remarked sarcastically, before speaking in a hoarse voice.

"Fuck you! I will make you suffer..."

He winced once again in pain, his sentence finishing in a low grunt. He hated her at that moment. She had gained the upper hand over him in spite of his almost successful move. Her reflexes didn't falter after that though. She lost the sword. But her boot crashed into him as soon as he fell to the ground, causing him to roll over onto his stomach with his arm pressed between his side and the rock. Her knee followed as the metal thrust against his back, causing him to arch slightly and let out a soft cry. It was more from frustration and anger than pain. Her words didn't help him either. Bitch!

Malik squirmed on the ground against the weight of her armored leg. It wasn't much. He could have easily thrown her off balance if only the pointed dagger wasn't pressing against the back of his head. She wasn't foolish. She knew her limitations and strengths well. He slowly obeyed her instructions, without trying to struggle free any further, by pulling his arms up above his head, palms flat on the ground. He lay motionless, one cheek pressed against the cold stone, thinking of his next move, if the opportunity presented itself. Her insults pricked at him like thorns. He was breathing fumes, attempting to calm down.

The sword was lying on the ground somewhere. Maybe even close by so that his out stretched hands could reach it. The darkness, not to mention the crazy woman with the dagger sitting on top of him, made it impossible to gain any kind of leverage at the moment though.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

She chuckled huskily in amusement at his words. The dragon seemed to spew the same threats over and over. Oh, she was sure he meant them. He just did not know her.

With the dagger palmed in her left hand, her right reached out for the sword, her fingers closing around the pommel as she lifted it and sheathed it at her side. Slowly she removed her leg from his back.

“Get up. Slowly and carefully.”

She waited for him to move, moving with him as he got to his feet. Her dagger remained pressed to back of his skull where it met his neck. Clearly, if she shoved the dagger inward, if he didn’t die, he’d be a cripple for the rest of his life.

Her mental question was now what to secure him with. There seemed to be nothing she could use out here, unless…… Her eyes wandered over him, a grin spreading on her face. Maybe… yes, maybe, that would work.

“Take off your jacket and hand it back to me.”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

His palms pressed flat against the stone as he raised himself off the ground slowly and carefully, feeling the sharp metal tip of her weapon pressed against the back of his neck. He had calmed down enough to think about his next move. He was not giving up that easily. She could use all the sarcasm she wanted to. All the weapons she had at her disposal. Display all her skills. Malik was not planning on surrendering to this woman once again, even though a small part of him secretly wanted it to happen. His pride, ego and his functioning brain were fighting against it.

He knew the dagger was not as long as her sword, which was probably lying around in the dark somewhere. It's reach was shorter. If somehow, he could get away from the blade for a few seconds, it would allow him to...yes! Malik pulled himself up on his toes, before stretching his legs all the way, knees in the air, long arms stretched almost perpendicular to the ground as his palms lay flat against it. His body was raised in the air, almost to the height of her waist, as she moved behind him with the tip of the dagger pressed against his neck. He would have then gotten onto his knees and eventually stood up. Instead he dropped himself down onto the ground, hands slipping away and spreading, his chest speeding towards the earth, creating a few seconds of space between his neck and the dagger.

In the same motion, he flipped his body around as if planning to land on his back, his feet rotating along with his body as one leg thrust hard to the side on which she was crouching over him. His bone hit the armored shin. He felt the pain. A moan. But the power with which he had crushed his leg against hers was definitely enough for her to lose her balance, and maybe even tumble to the ground. He hadn't had enough time to reach his foot up towards her wrist or any other part of her body. The question was, what would be do next? What would she do next? Would she fall on top of him, or to the side? Had he successfully managed to remove the dagger from her fingers? There had been no sound of metal against rock this time. Maybe the dagger had flown into the bushes? Or maybe...it was still in her hand.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

She was ready this time. He had caught her unawares once, she never made the same mistake twice. It was a matter of survival and in her line of work, that was everything. So when he had moved as he had, she was ready. There was little she could do about the space created when he moved because, she, herself, moved out of the way. Still, his leg managed to glance off her armor. There was a grunt of pain. His? Hers? At the moment, she didn’t care. The force of his movement made her stagger back with a low curse. Another time and she would have enjoyed, appreciated even, his attempts to fight back. As swiftly as a breath could be drawn, her sword came free of its sanctuary and was pressed into his chest. Her annoyance became obvious by the small red spot on his chest. The tip of her sword had drawn blood. His. In the darkness of the night, she stared down into his face.

“I could take your life and not care. Push me more.”

She meant it. She had taken enough lives by now in this holy war to care one way or the other. Something flickered deep in her eyes after speaking but it was just as quickly gone as if it had never happened at all.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

He felt the tip of her sword pierce his flesh. She didn't! She couldn't! Well, apparently she had. There was blood drawn from his chest, and coloring his white tunic red as she continued to press the metal to his skin, staring down at him, threatening him, daring him to fight her. Damnation! Malik slowly raised his arms above his head. He could see those eyes flickering through the armor once again, mocking him. He knew she was in a position to take his life if she wanted to. He wasn't about to risk it at the moment. He needed to obey her. Whether he liked it or not.

"Okay. I'll take off my jacket."

He raised himself up off the ground slowly this time, glancing from his chest to the blade of her weapon and back, hoping she'd withdraw the sword back and not hurt him anymore, it's tip remaining firm against his body. Both hands reached for the jacket, pulling it off of his shoulders and bringing it in front of him as he held it up for her in one hand. His eyes briefly met hers. They were filled with anger and frustration, howling at her. He then lowered his gaze and fumed, looking away to the side as she grabbed his jacket.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

His compliance insured his life. The tip withdrew. Barely. Her offhand reached for the jacket, snatching it from him. Her sword flickered toward the tree.

“Get up. Back against the tree. Now.”

Her voice had roughened with her impatience. Before he had started to fight back, her intent, in her mind, had been clear. Now, she wasn’t sure. She had come to the gardens to fill her soul with peace and at his appearance, she thought to ease it with an affirmation of life. But this… this… man, with his struggles against her, had annoyed her. Her mind worked furiously to seek a path that gave her what she wanted and would tweak the dragon’s tail again.

This time, he had only himself to blame for the path her mind chose.