The Abode of Peace - Scenes of Antiquity

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

He saw the tip move away from the red clot on his chest slightly as she whisked the jacket away, motioning him to move back against the tree using her sword. Did he have any other option? Not really. He wasn't about to perform any more gimmicks and get himself hurt in the process. There was murder in her eyes. And she was probably more aware of him now than ever before. He couldn't take any more chances. She had begun to shatter his confidence.

Malik rose slowly and stood on his feet, taking a few steps back towards the tree, his hands remaining close to his sides. The anger loomed beneath the surface. He had tested her a bit, with no fruit. Her patience had been pushed to the edge. The blood drawn from his chest was the proof that he had angered her as well. Probably not healthy for him, he thought. But it had to be done. He only wished he could do something more. He wished he could do...something.

"I don't remember causing you any harm ever...? I don't even know you."

The dragon's fury had subsided, at least over the surface. His words and tone had changed. Even though he knew she was just going to ignore his questions and do what she wanted. His eyes sought hers. Her voice was strangely familiar. He could hear it clearly in the darkness. Where had he heard it before?

"Who are you? And why are you...?"

His words trailed, cut off along with a gasp, his back hitting the bark of the tree as he watched her move closer, like a lioness stalking her prey.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

She kept her face in the shadows, just as before. She followed him. Her sword still trained on his chest. Questions. Always questions. She supposed she couldn’t blame him for it. His back braced against the tree’s trunk. They were now in the deepest shadows afforded by the tree’s branches. The branches had grown so much and hung so low, no one could possibly see the two human forms.

“Both arms. Around the tree. ” Her command was hissed with impatience.

“Spread your legs.”

She needed to fetch a few items from the garden shed, but first, she had to secure her prey. Oh yes. Secure him and gag him. She was tired of hearing his voice.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

It got darker. And darker. The branches concealed them quite well from anyone who might be lurking around in the open. The sword was aimed at his chest. Questions went unanswered. She discarded them as if they were trash, not even bothering to make an attempt at replying to them. She had her own agenda. And she was going to fulfill her wicked, wanton desires just the way she had last time. Whore!

The impatience in her voice was apparent. Malik spread his arms backwards as if to hug the tree. His legs parted, shifting away from each other slowly. She was eying him closely. He could barely see her in the faint moonlight peeking through the branches, except for her eyes that blinked now and then. She was going to tie him to the tree. That much was sure. But with what? And once she had him secured, what was she planning to do? Fuck him and leave him there again?

He had only himself to blame, once again. Curiosity was a funny thing. And the fact that he had not walked away from her proved that somewhere deep inside, he wanted her. He knew if he had turned his back towards her and started walking away, she wouldn't attack him behind his back. But he wanted her to do things to him that his pride and essential maleness wouldn't allow him to accept. And he was just about to find out, once again, what those things were.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

She was watching him carefully. There were a few seconds after he spread his legs. The sword was removed, resheathed. She didn’t give warning. It was a testament to her sense of timing. Cold steel flashed even in the absence of light. She reversed her grip on the dagger and drove it between his legs, burying it in the tree right where she wanted it. The sharp edge was facing upright, a mere inch from his dangling man parts. Her head tipped as she surveyed her handiwork. She smiled. He wasn’t going to move, unless he wanted to geld himself. She moved behind him, the jacket still clutched in her off hand.

Grabbing his left arm, she tied a sleeve of his jacket around it, knotting it as tightly as she could. She snatched up his right arm, securing it in the same fashion. Taking the jacket, she pulled it upward. Her other dagger was withdrawn and driven through the material into the trunk of the tree.

There, that should hold him for the time being.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

It all happened so fast. The sword withdrew and slid back into it's sheath. There was a glimmer of hope as his mind started thinking of possibilities. Yes! He could take advantage right now. Even as the thought crossed his mind, she pulled the dagger out and stuck it between his legs. The darkness made it impossible to judge just how close that blade was from his genitals, but he was pretty sure it wasn't very far away. One wrong move and he could be bleeding in the worst place possible.

He was not able to see the expressions on her face, hidden by the armor. But there were definitely a few satisfied, smug smiles and smirks, he thought. His hands were tied behind his back even before he could act. He thought about jumping up and then forward for a second, but it was too dangerous, especially due to the lack of brightness. And as she moved to the back of the tree, he had no time to think, react or even reach for the dagger using one of his hands. She was lightening quick. All he was trying to do, just out of mere fear of cutting himself, was raising himself on his toes slightly, legs still parted while she secured his hands around the trunk.

He tugged at them. No use. She had him in just the position she wanted. But for how long? Surely she had other things in mind if she was going to have her way with him. These restraints wouldn't last very long, once he had regained his composure and confidence to free himself. All he needed was a couple of minutes.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

She knew she was taunting the dragon, but something inside her couldn’t help it. Coming around the tree she paused at his side and patted his cheek before she disappeared into the shadows again. The choices were going be straight forward and simple. Either he was still going to be where she left him, he was going to get loose somehow and come hunting her or he would simply disappear.

She was gone, maybe 10 minutes. She knew what she wanted and where it all was. The hidden door to the brief tunnel that led to her room, made travel easy. It was how she came and went when she didn’t want to be seen. Most times, being seen was exactly what she wanted. She didn’t want to stir curiosity anymore than need be. Everything she wanted went into a gray bag.

She couldn‘t help but grin as she made her way back to the garden. One day she knew she would pay for all this. The dragon’s fire would breathe over her but until she was faced with it, she let the little demon inside her have free reign.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

Malik took slow, deep breaths. In and out. It had been over two minutes and she still hadn't returned. Good, he thought. He focused and started thinking quickly. If not for the dagger, which was eying his genitalia, he would have yanked the jacket using his arms and let it rip away from the inserted dagger behind his back, freeing himself with a few fierce tugs. At the moment, however, he could not afford to move his legs, lose his balance or fall forward onto the blade from the reaction of pulling his hands. Was there any way he could miss the balde between his legs and still break free?

Five minutes had passed even as Malik raised himself up on his toes, the distance between his scrotum and the blade increasing by a mere inch or two. Was that enough? If he slipped even a few inches below while playing with his hands, it could prove fatal. She was still gone. Maybe he had time. Malik gathered his strength, keeping his body as steady as possible, heels in the air, feet closer than they were before. He then started tugging but with powerful pulls. He needed to tear the jacket somehow. The dagger was not going to be dislodged from the tree automatically.

Another desperate pull. A sound. A tear in the fabric, perhaps. It raised his hopes. His foot slipped at that moment. Was he cut? No. Not yet. At least he didn't feel anything. He could hardly see what was in front of him in that darkness, let alone the edge of the blade down between his thighs. This was harder than he imagined. He had lost count of how much time had passed. Maybe seven or eight minutes?

Both hands pulled hard against the restraints, while the rest of his body tried not to lower itself. Another ripping sound came from behind. Yes! It was working after all. He was moving his upper body with extreme caution, not wanting any part of his lower body to bleed. Malik pressed his head back against the bark, closed his eyes and let out a loud roar standing in that garden. That's when it happened. His right arm came free. Body slipped off balance. Feet tried to steady. He couldn't believe it! He was free! His left hand however was still attached to the tree. No organs had been cut or bleeding. His eyes shot down to his legs. They were shaking a bit. He closed his eyes in relief for a second and opened them again. His free hand almost ready to grab the damned weapon and pull it out from where it didn't belong.

A part of him wanted to slit her throat with that blade at the moment.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

She moved silently, as always. Stopping at the door’s entrance back in the garden when she heard him. Her brow arched. Her hand tightened on the bag. The dragon roared. It was either in frustration or triumph. Cautiously, she pushed on the wall as the door slid open. Well, he wasn’t waiting to greet her with a blade in his hand. Stepping free of the door, she slid further, deeper, into the shadows of the night, moving like a wraith. Her eyes spotted him. He was still straddling the blade, but one hand was free. The bag transferred to her offhand as she reached for the pommel of her sword, fingers closing around it in a tight grip and drew it forth with as little sound as possible.

The blade’s tip found his exposed ribcage from his left side and pressed inward. Not hard enough to draw blood but enough to let him know she had returned.

“Going somewhere?”

There was a smirk in her voice. She didn’t try to hide it. Dropping the bag to the ground, she took a stance, ready to pierce his side and more than likely his lung, if he made the wrong choice.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

Malik's hand froze in mid air, on the way towards the base of the dagger. His eyes shot up. He clenched his teeth, threw his head back against the bark, his lips pursed as he felt the sharp end of her sword pressing against his flesh. Was it a surprise? Not really. He knew she would be back eventually. He had been lucky to have gotten so much time. So close, yet so far. He was almost free from the shackles. But here she was, aiming her weapon at him with that damn smirk that he found so annoyingly...arousing? No! Focus, you bloody fool!

"I was on my way to your funeral."

He said it in a harsh, sarcastic tone full of contempt that was sure to raise her temper. He couldn't help it. She was making it difficult for him to remain the man he was with each passing minute, frustrating him, mocking him, and stripping him of his pride and dignity. Yet, for some reason, he knew he would not kill her if the chance presented itself. He would do other unspeakable things to her, but not take her life. He wondered if she would take his life if he pushed her enough. Maybe. He didn't know her at all.

Malik's left arm was still curled back around the tree. He could have freed it easily with a powerful yank of his hand, if only she wasn't standing right there, ready to pierce his ribcage. Maybe he could distract her by talking, since any movement of his body would just make her push her fists forward, even if it meant angering her even further. She had dropped something on the ground. It looked like some kind of bag. He wasn't sure in the dark. Was she planning to pick it up? She wouldn't risk doing it without restraining him again.

"Why do you enjoy destroying my expensive clothes so much?"

He was merely speaking in order to make her lose her focus and attention. He didn't dare to move any other part of his body. Not just yet.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

She smirked. His male ego was talking again. A man like this one didn’t like and wasn’t comfortable with the very things she did to him. He, she suspected, was one of those that was always in control and she, through quick action, removed it from him.

His expensive clothes?

Her eyes wandered over him. Is that all he thought about? Other than her death? Men died every day here in this bloody war and he was worried about his clothes? She was of the mind to slice them off his body and leave him tied to this tree, naked, for the morning to find him.

She stepped closer, grabbing for his wrist. She needed to secure it again. She had no concrete plan for him. But if he kept up this attitude, she’d think of something and he was sure not to like it.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

She was still on his front left side. He felt her delicate fingers reaching for his right hand, not quite able to grab it. His own fingers rolled into a fist. She needed to be slightly more closer to him in order to grab his free wrist. That meant the distance between them, created by the length of the sword, would have to be reduced. Could she risk changing the position of her weapon, which was horizontal at the moment?

He knew she needed something to secure him again. If she hadn't demonstrated to him how quick she was, he would have just flicked his forearm and twisted her hand around like a pretzel until her sword limped to the floor. Malik suddenly had an idea!

It was quite dark for either of them to see clearly. If somehow, he could generate enough force to dart her away from him? The sword was still poking at his ribs, moving from it's parallel-to-the-ground position. The momentum would hopefully pull it away from his body if she stumbled or fell backwards. That would give him enough time to yank free his other arm. What he was planning to do after that, he had no clue. There wasn't enough time to think that far into the future.

He felt her step closer and move towards his right side. He opened the fingers of his hand, his palm facing her chest, ready to strike the blow anytime. He was just waiting for the right second. Malik was very aware of the double threat of the dagger between his legs. He had no chance of shifting his body to either side, in case the tip of her sword moved in the wrong direction than he intended it to. The only chance he had was to send her, and her weapon, away from the tree.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

He made her cautious, not that she wasn’t anyway. With this man, she had bested him once and he hadn’t liked it one bit. She had used him, discarded him and then knocked him out. There was no doubt in her mind that he wanted retribution. She was standing at his left side with her sword in his ribs. She had come up on him like so deliberately. She didn’t trust the man not to lash out with his feet, even though he risked gelding himself or at least, causing severe bleeding. She knew the edge of that dagger was sharp, deadly sharp. Even the lightest of contacts with it, would create damage. She gave pause.

“Your arm,” she gestured with her offhand, “put it back where it was.”

The sword pressed inward slightly to emphasis what would happen if he didn’t comply.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

He felt the sword digging into his flesh just a bit more, but not penetrating it. Not yet. The slightest push, however, could make him bleed. He had not forgotten the clot over his chest. Her words were clear and concise as always. She gestured towards his right hand. His gaze was somewhere over her masked face, his hand hovering between them.

"Ok. Ok. Easy on the sword, Lady..."

Malik didn't have much time to execute his next move. The blade was pressing into him with urgency. His arm had to go back around the tree. Once there, it would be almost impossible to get free. She would not repeat the same mistake. He just hoped his words might have a faint chance of making her withdraw the weapon just a little bit. Even a few centimeters could help.

"...I'm moving my arm back."

Saying that, he gathered all the courage, steadiness and strength he had and raised his arm to her chest level, palm open as if to move it back, feet planted firmly on the ground. The next movement that his arm would make would be forward, not backwards. There was just one small problem. He suddenly realized he couldn't hit her, let alone touch her chest without twisting or shifting his body to the left, which would mean he would be gelded. The damn dagger was still lodged between his legs. How could he forget! His arm was long, but not long enough and he couldn't maneuver it the way he wanted to at the moment.

Frustration kicked in once again. His arm had to go back around the tree after all. Patience, Malik. Patience. She will have to move to your right hand side eventually.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

In the darkness it was hard to read his face, let alone his eyes. He was up to something, she was almost sure of it. A sense of relief poured through her when he complied and bent his right arm back, around the tree again. She’d rather play with him than kill him. She contemplated him through narrowed, thoughtful eyes. His arm needed securing again before she even tried to hobble his legs. She imaged his mood was simmering.

Once his arm went back around the tree, she cautiously moved back around the trunk, which wasn’t wide at all, but still sturdy enough to hold him firmly against it, to his left side. He was proving to be quite clever. Apparently, his blood ran north not south, at least for the moment. She cautiously lowered her blade to the ground, piercing the cloth of the bag at her feet, while keeping her keen focus on him. One twitch the wrong way and her sword would be piercing him instead. The blade came upright, sliding the material toward the hilt. She tugged on it with her offhand, drawing out a length of chain and at each end, when she drew it all the way free of the bag, was an iron loop, a manacle. Tossing it over her arm, her hand reached back into the bag and drew out something else which she palmed before the sword lowered again, letting the bag fall to the ground with a soft thud and clink.

“Your arm,” her voice was rough and grating, “bring it forward again.”

The sword's tip went back to pointing at his chest.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

Malik tried to breathe and calm himself down. He wasn't about to let anger get to him again. She was proving to be difficult with every passing minute. Damn frustrating woman! He felt like just giving up. The moonlight was mocking him through the branches as he slid his arm back around the tree. He knew she didn't want to kill him. She wanted something else from him. He could try and fight her with multiple blades aiming at different parts of his body or try and cooperate. As long as she didn't leave him naked tied to the tree in the morning before knocking him unconscious once again, he could always exact his revenge later on. But what if she did? He didn't want to think about that possibility. He wouldn't be able to show his face to anyone again. She wouldn't do that, would she?

The sound of something hitting the floor and then her voice interrupted his thoughts. She had apparently managed to grab something from the bag on the floor while he was busy day dreaming instead of trying to act fast and think of a way to get free. Too late. The sword was once again pointing at his chest. Malik shifted slightly in discomfort, making sure not to make contact with the dagger, but complied and moved his right arm forward as she had asked him to. She was up to something wicked. He could sense it. He had sensed it right from the beginning. It was only now that it dawned on him that maybe there was no way out of it. What else had she pulled out from the bag, besides the chain that she was obviously going to use to...secure him? And why did she want him to bring his hand forward?

Malik decided to be patient. He didn't really have any other option.

"That dagger...could you, maybe remove it from there?"

A plea from the dragon. He knew it was going to be ignored. He could still try.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Her eyes darted to the dagger in question then shifted back to his face. She gave a curt nod of her head. Eventually. She had every intention of removing it. Lowering her sword, she stuck it into the ground at her feet. Close at hand should she need it quickly, yet, again, out of his reach. She pulled the chain from her arm, holding open one of the manacles, reaching out to secure his wrist in iron.

She had no idea what she was going to do with him, beyond the moment of securing him for her own safety. He was annoying her as well. That made her want to slice every inch of his clothes off and leave him naked, under this tree, in the garden for someone else to find. She would rather not humiliate him but if he kept fighting her, she would get annoyed enough to not care.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

Before he knew it, the manacle was secured around his wrist. The sword was out of her hands, stuck in the ground beyond his reach and there was little he could do to gain any advantage over her anymore. Soon, he would be completely secured to the tree. It frustrated him to no end. But a part of his brain told him to stop fighting and let the woman carry on with what she was planning. At least the sex hadn't been bad, what he remembered from their last encounter. It had actually been more than just good, but he wasn't ready to admit it to himself yet. It might also cause her to not humiliate him further if he just complied instead of struggling. It would be difficult. He had been simmering for a long time.

The air around him was getting colder and heavier as the night progressed. Being under a tree did not help either, due to the lack of oxygen being provided to his lungs. The Warrioress was quick in her movements, but he knew once she had him restrained the way she wanted, she would take her own sweet time and torture him. He could sense it in her voice and her demeanor, even if the expressions on her face weren't visible. Malik just rested his head back against the wood and closed his eyes for a few seconds while she continued to do her thing. He was careful not to shift his body much. Not yet. Not until she had removed the dagger. The curt nod she had given earlier told him it would be pulled away from his genitals only when she was ready.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

It was with a second thought that she sheathed the sword at her side before she shackled him. Moving around his right side, toward the back of the tree, she undid the ripping knot that had secured his left hand before she shackled it. With the dagger still embedded in the tree trunk she lifted the chain between the manacles and slipped it over the dagger. Better. Now he was secured around the tree as well. She grinned in the dark. Continuing to his left, she crouched to pick up the bag again, removing another length of chain with another set of shackles. Leg ones this time. Hopefully, the dragon didn’t get stupid and try to kick out at her while she secured his ankles. The dagger’s edge just resting right above his crotch was a good deterrent.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

His breathing was slowly coming to normal even though the dragon was still simmering underneath, helpless once again. He felt the iron wrap around his wrists as she secured his arms back around the tree. He didn't have any chance of breaking lose this time. Unless somehow miraculously the chained shackles cut themselves. Wasn't going to happen. It was tough accepting his defeat a second time.

His feet were next. Of course. She wasn't leaving any loose ends. He watched her with half contempt and half admiration as she pulled another set of shackles tied to a chain in order to tie his ankles. His feet could have easily kicked her. Kicked her hard enough and in the right place to make her unconscious. Was he going to attempt it? No way. The sharp blade between his legs ready to slice his genitals, the tied hands behind him, and the fact that he could fail to render her unconscious were reasons good enough for him to not try something as stupid as that. She would never forgive him if he committed that mistake. And his brain had enough blood at the moment to know what he needed to do from here on to not make her any angrier than she was.

Malik decided not to speak further unless spoken to. She wasn't interested in listening to him anyway. He knew that much. The reason he had spoken earlier while still helpless was because he thought he could distract her with his mouth. That was not possible anymore. There was also a small matter of pride. Yes, it was still there. Tied to a tree, but there. Breathing fire even though the intensity was lowering, gazing down at its conqueror while she smirked and grinned underneath that armor.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

The dragon simmered. Under the skin of the man, he simmered, still breathing fire and smoke. Though, at the moment, quietly. That suited her just fine. She wasn’t looking to stroke the dragon and bask in his fire. He wasn’t her dragon.

Securing one ankle then the other in the same fashion she had done his wrists, sans the dagger. Now she was satisfied he was secure and her safety insured. However, she wasn’t done with him by a long shot. Standing behind the tree, she came upright, bag in hand. Once again she reached in and pulled out something. This time it was a long piece of narrow leather. One end bore holes. The other end was a buckle. The tree trunk wasn’t so wide that she couldn’t reach around him and the tree. The leather strap came around his neck before she fastened it around the tree. She was sure this wouldn’t set well with him at all. She simply didn’t care.

The only sound heard in the darkening night were the soft sounds of her armor, accompanied by the sounds of the spurs on her boots as she moved around to stand in front of him again. He hadn’t spoken for some time. Had he admitted defeat at her hands? She doubted it but they would find out shortly. Her hands came up to remove her helm from her head. She was still encased in mail. Her thick hair was braided and pinned against the back of her head. Setting the helm on the bench, she began to unbuckle her armor, there in front of him. He may be silent, but he was watching her. She could feel it.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

He watched in mute anger as she fastened the shackles around the ankles of his spread legs. She still hadn't taken the dagger out from between his thighs. Smart woman. Bitch! She frustrated Malik with each move she made. And the next one would just annoy him even more. She was behind him now. What was she up to? Blindfolding him again? He let out a exasperated chuckle. One mixed with ego as well as helplessness. A sudden wave of arousal swept over him as he remembered their previous experience. He shivered in false disgust and tried to shrug the memory away. Not easy. Especially since she was most probably about to put him through a similar ordeal.

He felt the leather rubbing against his neck. His head pressed back against the tree, his neck trying to turn one way, then the other. His hands struggled against the restraints. It only made the chains stretch and the shackles press into his flesh around the wrists. Low grunts could be heard in the darkness. The dragon was furious. How dare she treat him like this? Who did she think she was? The tugging, the huffing and puffing was useless though as his entire standing figure was now constrained under the tree structure.

He heard the sound of her boots in the silent night, along with the noise her armor made. It was about to come off. He was going to see her. Finally. It was too dark, however, to see her face. What was the use. He hated her anyway. Didn't he? Or so he thought. She had been a challenge he still hadn't gotten past. Instead, he had been defeated. At every juncture. It was agonizing for a man like him.

Her head emerged from the helm. Her hair must have been tied somehow around the back of her head. It was difficult to see her face in the dark but he could make out from the outline in the faint moonlight peeking through the thick and low hanging branches. Her armor started come off next. The dragon was breathing fire with a slightly greater intensity now, his neck strapped to the tree as well, not allowing him to move his head by much. His legs were stuck. So were his hands. She had made him into a stationary puppet.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Starting with her spurs, piece by piece of her armor was removed and stacked on or near the bench she had been sitting on when he found her. As an afterthought, she placed the bag she had fetched on the corner of the bench closest to her.

Reaching up, she removed the mail adorning her head. It, too, joined the growing discarded pile. She had spoken more than she had felt comfortable with. Still, she realized that communication was going to be needed at some point. But if he thought he was going to get any answers, he would be disappointed. She felt no reason to explain herself or her deeds. What demon drove her to feel like this, she did not know nor did she question it. Her movements were unhurried. Confident. Perhaps even arrogant, given that he was secured to the tree. Her mail was removed, piece by piece and stacked with everything else. She glanced at the growing pile with a frown. Then a small smile started to play across her lips.

Gathering up her things, at least half of it, she turned and disappeared into the darkness. He wasn’t going anywhere. The hidden door sprung open at her touch and she disappeared into the darkness beyond. It took two trips to secure her belongings in the their rightful place. On that last trip, she had taken an extra moment to change. A devious plan had hatched in her mind.

The night was lengthening, outside it was growing colder, but she knew neither of them would notice it soon. Slipping from the hidden door, she moved toward him again like an ethereal firefly, her hair unbound, flowing about her shoulders. The thinness of the white shift she wore now was the only thing easily seen in the night. Oddly, the moon had disappeared altogether, making the night seem like black velvet enclosing them. Very little of features could be seen clearly as she stood in front of him, regarding him silently.

She drew closer, almost touching him, as her fingers curled around the dagger’s handle. Giving it a ruthless tug, it came free in her hand. There. She had removed the threat from between his legs. Shifting it to her offhand, the fingers of her right hand reached out to caress his manhood, still hidden in his pants.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

She took her own time as he had suspected. The armor and mail came off her body slowly, one metallic piece at a time. She had him where she wanted. Why was the dagger still teasing him between the legs? Hadn't she secured him well enough? They both knew he couldn't get away without any help. He just needed her to pull that damn blade away and let him relax. Although he had a feeling there would be no relaxation even after that. He knew what she had done to him the last time. Right then, that unwanted feeling swept over him once again, making him twitch and strain back against the tree. Damn it!

She was wearing some kind of clothes underneath but he couldn't figure out what they were. There was darkness all around. He wasn't worried about the night. The darkness inside her mind worried him more than the atmosphere. He had seen it in her eyes before. Those eyes! Malik's mind wandered for a minute...

Where did she vanish? He came back from his brief dream and found her gone. What was she fetching now? More restraints? What was left? Every part of his body was already tied to the tree! Maybe devices to torture him with? More blades to stick in to the tree near various organs of his body? God only knew! He shuddered in anticipation, the anger and frustration still glowing underneath his skin. The cool air taunted him. A part of him was secretly hoping she wouldn't come back. Maybe hit her head against a stone or something and fall unconscious. Who would rescue him in that case though? Another part of him wanted her return and...and...the poor dragon was too afraid to admit it.

He recognized her scent as soon as she was back. It was distinct. How come he hadn't thought of it before? Maybe because she was always there. With him. The one time she had left to fetch her bag, he had been busy struggling with his jacket. Now, she was back again. He wondered what she had gotten with her this time. He inhaled sharply as he noticed her white clad figure, floating in the midnight like a silhouette, closing in on him. Her hair had definitely been released from the back of her head and was flowing down to her shoulders, he guessed.

His eyes shut and body tightened for a moment as the dagger was pulled out from the tree. Then a soft sigh of relief. Even though his ankles were shackled, he could now move his legs a bit more freely than before. He knew the relief wouldn't last for too long. He was right. The next thing she did made the dragon open his eyes wide and shift in place slightly as her nimble fingers caressed him through the pants. The colder air between them suddenly got warmer by a degree or two.

It shouldn't have been a surprise. He had known all along what she wanted. The question was how exactly was she going to go about getting it. Malik could only wait to find out.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Just below his left ear, her lips touched his flesh. Her body pressed boldly against his. The very tips of her fingers traced over the length of him, that was beginning to harden, despite his unsolicited confinement. The dagger’s tip was pressed just under his chin and ever so slowly feathered along the front of his throat, it skimmed over the thin leather strap encircling his neck about mid way down, coming to find and rest at the small hollow at the base. Her lips remained where they were as her hushed soft tones, with a hint of steel, came to fill his ear.

“Do you know what I am going to do to you?”

She wore nothing under her shift, knowing full well that as she pressed herself against him, knowing though he was still fully clothed, he would be able to tell. Her lips parted against his cooled skin, letting the tip of her tongue draw brazen, lazy circles on it.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

He couldn't shift enough. He was confined. Her thinly clad body pressed against his rock-like exterior while his manhood hardened without consent inside the pants, teased by her fingers. The warm breath below his ear sent a shiver through his body, not to mention the blade that was pointed against his throat, which made it all the more difficult for him to make any sudden movements. His head remained upright and steady. She was making him squirm inwardly. And not in a good way. At least not yet. Not in his mind. His body, however, was rebelling against his thoughts. He didn't like it one bit. Then her soft yet cold tone fell on his ears.

He refused to answer. The bitch was now in the mood to talk all of a sudden. What was she expecting from him? Silence followed her question as he pursed his lips in stupid contempt. The dragon was still trying to resist. He knew he couldn't really prevent her from doing what she wanted to do with him. He wasn't about to give her the satisfaction however of knowing he was enjoying the process of her humiliating him in this way. He had always prided himself of having good control over his dick. This woman was taking that control away from him.

His frame arched away from the tree just slightly as her tongue flicked against his skin just below the ear. The warm wetness combined with the cool air that kissed his flesh sent a feeling through his body he couldn't begin to describe. He was also almost certain she was naked underneath the shift he could now sense, pressing against and so close to him. Malik's feet shifted. He stirred right where her stomach pressed against his hardness. A soft sound escaped his lips much to his astonishment.