Corruption

[dryfter]

Darius woke slowly, every nerve ending in his body flaring sharply for a brief second as awareness rushed in on him like a sudden flood. He was warm.....comfortably warm......and as his mind returned from the deep and thankfully dreamless sleep he had engaged in, he recognized the soft weight of blankets about his body. Blankets....and something else.....

A soft whimper barely beneath his chin as the form of another snuggled closer to him, a lithe and supple body seeking his own for warmth.....or release from it.....

The previous day's events had not escaped him, the very memory bringing a faint blush to his face. She had pampered him....coddled him in his weakness, bathing him and putting him in this very bed. The warmth....the body.....it was hers......Alyssia ShiRien.

Darius' heart leapt into his mouth at the sight of her....her full lips parting in another sexy, soft little moan as she pressed herself just a little firmer against him, her robe falling open just a little in her sleep.....

Thin and agile fingers reached for her then....an arm gently encircling her own strong body, a soft sigh heard throughout the room.....as they slipped gently through the aperture her garment presented. Her flesh was full and warm....firm beneath a gentle kneading, her true sensitivity already rigid and straining against his palm.

He wanted so much more from her.....he always had. And yet they had the rest of their lives together....especially if the love she held for him now was the true one he'd always imagined. Closing his eyes, he inhaled her scent, thick with the mixture of both natural and artificial perfumes. It was intoxicating to say the least....making it increasingly hard to control his own lust for the beautiful woman so close to him.....wearing so little.....

With a sigh of his own, he struggled against his own desires....his hand never wavering from its warm perch.....it was the one luxury he would allow himself for now with her. As much as he wanted to do so much more.....the warlock doubted his body had recovered enough to bring such a vision to fruition. Yet he could lay here.....revel in the feel and the smell of her.....and hopefully in such a manner that didn't heighten her own suffering to unbearable levels.

Yet he couldn't help but be just a little wicked as an incredibly cute little squeak escaped her....drawn from his gentle massaging. Shifting down in the bed just a little, Darius leaned forward.....well aware of the extreme sensitivity of an elf's ears....being one himself. With a mischievous smile, the platinum haired elf suckled just the tip into his mouth....pulling on it gently as his tongue ran its length before letting go.

Most elves, and surely Alyssia was no different, only allowed such contact with the closest of lovers. Darius could even now feel the assassin arch in response to the action....its brief contact sending waves of sensual pleasure through her body even as she slumbered. Most elves....men and women alike.....could be brought to the pinnacle of ecstacy, just by tending to their ears alone.....yet Darius certainly wasn't prepared to take his lovely Alyssia there yet. At least....certainly not while she slept.

Having had his wicked moment of the evening, the warlock settled back into the plush pillows....his hand still enveloped by her deep blue robe, loathe to let go of such perfection.....

Even as sleep claimed him once more.

 

[VampiricTouch]

In the sanctuary of her slumber, rose the turmoil inside her heart. The Essence of Loyalty and the Essence of Love, instilled into her the unshakable desire to protect, to cherish and to love the one who had done so much for her and taken so much from her. Both essences came together hardening into a shell around her heart, molding it, sculpting it to what the Master desired. Yet it was here in the sanctuary of dreams that the shell released her and allowed her heart a voice once more.

Two women rose from the depths watching each through the looking glass, one stood in the light of her consciousness, the other a perfect mirror, stood in the darkness cast by the very same light. Both women, were different but one and the same. Behind both stepped forth the shadow of a man... Illuminated by the light of her consciousness, was Darius Lavanthor... while the other was a mere Silhouette of the unseen.

"Where do your loyalties lie, to whom does your heart belong to?" The resounding question echoed through the glass that separated them.

The woman of light moved a step closer to Darius Lavanthor and answered tenderly, "This is where my loyalties lie, to him my heart belongs just as he cherishes me."

Whereas the woman of darkness threw herself against the glass that mocked her image and answered, "Nevermind the mask you force in front of me, I can not - will not love someone who refuses to know me as who I am, but rather creates a marionette of his desires and calls that his love!"

Her answer was angry as she pounded on the glass to no avail. The Silhouette gathered her into his arms and suckled just the tip of her ear into his mouth... pulling on it gently as his tongue ran its length before letting go. The touch stilled her cries and for a moment drew a purr from her lips before the curtains fell and the rising walls again sculpted her heart to the desires of the Master.

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Alyssia woke to the burning in her loins and the fire that raged over her body, a bit uneasy at the intensity that rolled through her. Who knew that lust would be this hard to hold down... A bright flush colored her cheeks as she noticed the arm encircling her body, the robe that parted around her, not covering nearly enough of her skin for her own modesty. Despite the flush to her cheeks, a small contented smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, knowing that he desired her and cared for her. The scent, the heat of her Master was alarmingly close, it was too much for her to bear without wanting more...

Carefully and quietly, she eased out of the bed. A part of her saddened to be stepping away from the warmth and security of his arms but at the same time... his presence... made her body react in ways she wasn't able to control and something about her sleep disturbed her. Even though she could not remember the depths of her dream, she knew she didn't want to return to them.

She made her way to the knives and swords on the table in need of something else to distract herself. A pang of sadness filled her as she remembered that her uniform was torn, and she would need to find other ways of keeping and concealing her weapons. After a moments thought, her face brightened and she quietly slipped out of the room. After a bit of searching, Alyssia found her way to the room that the Essences had been instilled into her.

The door opened to her touch as she stepped in and stared in awe at the magic circle. Now fully rested, she appreciated the complexity and depth of the runes she did not understand. Lifting her gaze, she saw the broken alter along with the remains of her uniform. Quickly she gathered the torn leather and cloth and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Back inside the luxury of her own room, she meticulously went through the smaller compartments of her uniform, salvaging the hidden sheaths for her knives, the bruisebalm for minor hurts, the soulstone, and her lockpicks.

When each knife was sheathed, she picked up the pair of knives that were the flattest. These... would be the easiest to conceal. Quietly she worked, making a set of bracers out of the remains of the leather, reworking the material and then molding it to what she needed. After a long hour of work, the wrist bracers were completed.

Trying them on, she checked that the leather protected her skin from being chafed raw by the blades, and made sure that the smaller guard was covered neatly by the size of her wrists. The flat blades laid snug against her skin, and given the loose sleeves of a normal tunic, the weapons would be unseen unless she were up against a seasoned fighter who knew what to look for. With a practiced flip, she undid the catch and unsheathed both knives with deadly speed. Weapons should always be concealed... it was where they would be the most use... Her mind ticked steadily as she tried to decide what to do with the remaining four blades. So lost in the work at hand she did not hear her Master rouse from his slumber.

 

[dryfter]

Perhaps it was her workings of the leather she had once worn that had woken him from his renewed slumber....or perhaps it was the soul deep disappointment he had felt as her fine form had slid away from him as his own was locked away in fatigued slumber. At least where he had been....the nightmares couldn't follow.

Sitting up didn't cause much pain, his body well on the path to healing from its overexertion. Glancing to his left, he watched in silence as she crafted the remnants of her tunic into something a little more desirable for her.

"You know I have a seperate garment prepared for you to wear, if you like. It should fit you....at least.....I hope it does. Please, Alyssia....let's not think of battle again so soon, however....."

Darius rolled off the bed towards her, grimacing slightly at first as his feet hit the floor, the pained look swiftly turning to one of pleasure as his legs staunchly held beneath his weight. Moving slowly, making his every movement a peaceful one, he reached for her then....fingertips brushing the few stray strands of onyx that had strayed back from her face as he stepped in close to her.

"Alyssia....I've waited so long for you."

His fingertips followed through with their motion....allowing his soft palm to slide gently across her warm and smooth cheek as he caressed her gently. Eyes so wide.....as if wondering what he would do next.....widening even further as his touch slowly began to slip down and away....following the cleft of her chin.....

Until it came to a halt, firmly catching the soft little cleft between thumb and forefinger.....tilting her head ever so gently upwards as his own lips descended in a tantalizing fashion before making contact. He wanted her.....and certainly wasn't sure how much longer he could take being around the sexy little elf without having her in any way he desired.

For now, he was content to hear her whimper once more as his kiss deepened, his own need flaring sharply as lips parted willingly for his exploration....a little coaxing, and soon he could feel the trill of her own tongue dancing against his....breathing becoming laborious.

A hand reached up to touch her once more.....the same hand that had brushed her face just seconds ago.....now teased the edges of her robe. He remembered quite well what lay beneath, and just how warm and right it felt to have a hold on that warmth as she had slept. But now....now he wanted to see her.....

"Alyssia.....disrobe for me......its time I took care of you, if only just a little. You want to, don't you?"

 

[VampiricTouch]

Alyssia looked up startled when she heard his voice. She had been so consumed in her work to bury the lust that continuously burned in her body, she thought of nothing else. It was the only way to have any peace of mind when her Master was so close... As her Master moved off the bed, she pulled both bracers off and rose should he need her assistance.

When she saw that he was able to walk firmly on his own feet, a small smile tugged the corners of her lips as she averted her gaze... she didn't know where to find clothes for him after the bath and it would be hardly fitting to put him back in robes drenched with sweat. The part of her mind that didn't grind to a halt at the sudden spike of her arousal berated her for being silly... She had seen him unclothed already, what difference did it make now?! but nonetheless her gaze did not return to meet his until his fingertips brushed the few stray hairs away and caressed her cheek.

"Alyssia....I've waited so long for you."

How sweet was her name upon his lips... She could never get enough of his voice that yearned for her as much as she desired him. Slowly, his lips descended to meet hers. She could drown in his kiss... the sweet taste of his lips was intoxicating, and she knew she would never ever grow weary of it....

"Alyssia.....disrobe for me......its time I took care of you, if only just a little. You want to, don't you?"

Her heart skipped a beat at his words that offered to take care of her... Her body ached for his touch and no one elses, and yet... if he satisfied that desire now... what about her chastity...? The thought worried in the back of her mind as she took a step away from him and turned her back.

"You know that I would do anything for you ... as long as you desire it, I will as well..."

Slowly the robe loosened, falling slack and flowing past her shoulders. She paused for a moment there before letting the midnight blue drop. The robe swept back her hair as raven locks stood in sharp contrast to her skin, swaying as the cloth fell away from her. The soft silk briefly caught over her derriere before spilling to the floor around her feet. Nervously fingering a silvering braid, she turned to face him, allowing her Master a full view her body, tinted pink with another blush. She stepped back closer to him, and after a moments hesitation, slipped her arms around him. Stepping up onto her toes, she nibbled his ear playfully and tenderly.

" Does... what you see please you Master?"

Her whisper brought a wave of hot moist breath over his skin as she returned to nip his ear once more.

 

[dryfter]

"You know that I would do anything for you ... as long as you desire it, I will as well..."

His heart was in his throat as he watched her every movement, so demure now as she shyly turned away from him to fumble at the soft cord of her robe....the sheer garment sliding with delicious sensuality from her shoulders as if it were in slow motion. Whether intentional or not....it was one of the most heartmeltingly seductive things he'd ever seen.....the edges of the cloth catching on her firm rump for just a split second before falling the rest of the way to pool at her feet. Slowly....hesitantly....she turned towards him.....not bothering to cover herself before his eyes though she blushed an endearing shade of pink as he found himself gazing at her.....entranced.

" Does... what you see please you Master?"

She had moved closer.....dangerously close.....and with a sultry swaying of her hips he truly doubted she even knew she had until now. His breath caught slightly as he felt her lean in to give his ear a tender nip. It was all he could do to not turn her towards the bed.....to finally claim her most tender of treasures as he'd always dreamed of.

But Darius truly had feelings for his newly created slave......his love for Alyssia steadying the ache in his loins though his manhood throbbed, a fraction of an inch away from her as close as she was. He wanted to do this right.....she had cared for him.....even before her own needs. To simply take what he wanted from her.....while Alyssia would no doubt be happy with him being happy.....it still didn't seem right.

"You're beautiful beyond words, Alyssia....."

His hand reached to caress her face even as she continued teasing his ear.....each delightful nip bringing a shudder to his body, a long and agonizing moan sounding throughout the room as he felt her tongue slide up the pointed ridge.....its sensitivity sending ripples of pleasure through him just as he had teased her with earlier.....

He wanted to touch her.....he could do that at least.....and he had no doubt that she would let him, that she wanted him to. The hand on her face stilled it for just a moment as his ear retreated from her to be replaced by his lips. There was little of the gentleness from his first kiss, this time letting her feel the true scope of his passion with a deep and possessive kiss, his tongue seeking her own for an erotic dance of parrying flesh.....

And yet....the past came back to haunt him.....as it always did in these tender moments. But this....this was different.....it had to be. Still, he couldn't help but voice his concern, his normally steady voice cracking just a little beneath the thickness of the emotions she caused in him.

"Promise me, Alyssia.....promise me I'll be the only one to see you like this."

A gentle hand lifted....this time with her fully aware.....to gently brush against the warm swell of one breast. He knew she was faithful....he had made her so.....but still some part of him needed to hear her say it.....that she was his and nobody elses. Forever.

 

[VampiricTouch]

Alyssia matched his kiss with the same feverish passion and was surprised when his lips hardened and pulled away...

"Promise me, Alyssia.....promise me I'll be the only one to see you like this."

Her eyes fluttered close as the gentle hand brushed the swell of her breast... oh how she wanted him...But what passed through his thoughts that he should ask this? Another woman...? She wanted to ask the same... to hear him say that there would be no one else besides her in his arms... but the words were pushed aside. Who was she to demand from the Master? She was merely fortunate... to be chosen by the Elders and thus molded as her Master's desire. It was not her place to demand his faithfulness, even less so if he should tire of her... She pushed the thoughts aside sadly... why borrow tomorrow's trouble... for now, she would flourish under the attentions of her Master.

"You... are the only one who has seen me like this... unless you count the imps..."

She gave a small shudder as she remembered the stray finger that had wandered too far and pulled herself closer to him, pressing her body against his to feel his heat... to be lost in the passion of her Master.

"I would not want to show any other what you see now, it's rather hard for me to not hide myself as it is... but... for you, I swear by Astraea's virtue that you will be the only one to see all this, touch me like this... until you tire of me and force me otherwise..."

Her lips returned immediately to their playful nips along his ear. Her kisses paused only for a breathless whisper before continuing...

"My entire body aches for you... and only you."

She let light kisses dance down the column of his neck as she felt his arousal pressed between them. Her Master wanted... her whole body ached for it... but... her chastity! Still, her body moved instinctively... her fluttering lips made their way down, pausing momentarily to circle a nipple while her hand came back to rest lightly across his shaft. Her hand stroked delicately, as she dropped to her knees at his feet... was she even doing this right?! Her worries were distracted when she noticed the dewy pearl and immediately flicked her tongue across to taste him. She would ask herself the questions about why she did all this and where she came up with it later... as her chaste lips parted to take the tip of his arousal into the warmth of her mouth.

As his tip entered into the warmth of her mouth, her tongue started a much more careful exploration, completely at a loss as to what to do. Once more her body moved... she pressed him farther into her mouth as her tongue pressed the underside of his shaft. When she could take no more, she pulled back out, holding only the tip in her mouth before she hazarded a glance back up at him, hoping that she had succeed somewhere in her clumsiness to please him.

The coaxing voice and his moans urged her to continue even as she lowered her gaze and filled her mouth once more. Slowly she repeated the process, each stroke varied in depth as she explored the reaction to the play of her tongue in the warm depths of her mouth. She struggled to sort out the effects of each action, frustrated by her own inexperience and praying that it would be sufficient to satisfy her Master's needs. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft her lips were unable to cover and started to move in time with her lips. She found a rhythm where she took what she could, feeling the pulse in her mouth and then pulled back to his corona. Unknowingly, she had started the dance of her innocent seduction across his flesh.

 

[dryfter]

"You... are the only one who has seen me like this... unless you count the imps..."

Darius frowned. Those nasty, wicked little creatures. For a moment, anger was a tempting companion as remembered the events of none too long ago. But she had been different then......she had made him angry......and the memory of that brought some steel into his thoughts. That Alyssia had deserved what she had gotten, every last lewd minute of it.....but this Alyssia.....his beloved creation.....

"I would not want to show any other what you see now, it's rather hard for me to not hide myself as it is... but... for you, I swear by Astraea's virtue that you will be the only one to see all this, touch me like this... until you tire of me and force me otherwise..."

It was true then.....she would do anything to please him, even putting her own desires and personal feelings on the shelf in favor of him. If taking other partners pleased him, he had no doubt that she would become the most successful whore the Caelum and Avernus combined had ever seen. And yet, that couldn't be farther from what he wanted for her.....from her.....

Darius moaned as she stepped closer, her nipples dragging tantalizingly across his chest, the assassin's warmth nearly too much as he tried to keep his own desires somewhat in check. Yet even all his willpower and control wasn't enough to prevent from crying out just a little as her lips and teeth found his ear again, pressing the desires of her own body just a little firmer against his own.....the testament of his flaring arousal trapped between them.....

"My entire body aches for you... and only you."

"Alyssia....."

The words were stolen from him, as her gaze lifted at the sound of her name....even as the rest of her slowly fell away. Yet what a descent! The muscles in his thighs convulsed softly as the warlock struggled against staggering.....the fire in his new slave's kisses only throwing kindling into the fire in his loins.

She wouldn't. She had been so timid....even to show herself naked before him....she wouldn't dare do what he thought she was going to do.....

Her full lips opened.....a shimmering trail of wet kisses and moist, teasing licks left behind as she danced a trail with lips and tongue toward what she desired most.....or thought he desired most.....maybe both. Darius hoped so.....

The warlock arched hard against the barest of touches as her slight, tender hand came to settle on his manhood. His eyes widened further as her descent continued.....her gaze finally leaving his once more as she took in all of what she was about to do....her gentle stroking leaving him a trembling, moaning wreck as it was already.....

The air exploded from his lungs as he watched in amazement.....lips that had never once before touched a cock.....or had they?.....parting just enough to let a curious pink tongue issue forth to taste of his virility. Darius half expected her to make a face of some sort, some little hint of how she felt about the taste. A wild mane of platinum hair tossed itself backwards as Alyssia leaned forward to suckle just the tip into her mouth.

No. She hadn't done this before. There were too many indicators that this was her first time tending to a love orally. The innocently worried gaze that only served to fuel his excitement....her lovely eyes looking up every so often for approval.....for coaching.....and for praise......

For his part, he was doing a magnificent job of staying on his feet. Every innocently curious taste she took drove him closer to the release he so desperately needed.....the room filling with the sound of her name being chanted with each soft bob of her head, punctuated only by lusty moans.....meant to warn any more experienced than her that there was much more to come......and soon.

"Alyssia......I will never tire of you. Certainly not when you strive to please your Master so well!"

A thin sheen of sweat covered his nakedness.....a molten heat that she had unknowingly stoked. He could train her to do better.....to take more in.....to use her tongue more and where to do so. But for now, the sheer eroticism of the moment lay in the inexperience itself.....and her willingness to struggle through it to please the one she loved with all her soul.

He gave her little warning, the hardness in her mouth thickening suddenly as he let out a strangled cry. He watched as she recoiled, alarm in her eyes as if wondering if she was doing something wrong, if somehow her pleasuring had turned to pain.

The first burst of his seed splashed wetly across her cheek, a second quickly following suit, pulsing its warmth across her chin and lower lip....while a third and weaker blast wasn't even enough to reach her face....instead spilling from his softening cock to course across one pert breast.....

It took a long time to catch his breath....his lungs hauling in air at a rapid pace.

"You're the only woman I need, Alyssia.....that I will ever want. Serve your master, and he will take care of you, understand?"

She nodded.....of course she did......she wanted nothing more than his happiness now. Moving to her closet, the closet he had built for her, Darius sifted through the many costumes and lingerie he found there. Kneeling for a moment, he could feel her eyes upon him as he drew back.....twin strips of mightnight blue satin in his hands.....

"Do you trust me, Alyssia?"

 

[VampiricTouch]

The strangled cry startled her out of her innocent seduction as she dropped her charge, terrified that she might have hurt him in some way. She flinched and her gaze dropped back to his manhood as his seed splashed over her, utterly unprepared for the wetness across her cheek.

Assured that she had not harmed her Master, she rolled onto her heels to figure out what to do with her Master's seed. Tentatively, she licked off the bit she could get from her lower lip, noting the saltiness and then the slightly bitter aftertaste as she swallowed. Nonetheless, she proceeded to clean her face, using her fingers to catch his essence and bring it to her lips.

"You're the only woman I need, Alyssia.....that I will ever want. Serve your master, and he will take care of you, understand?"

She nodded as she finished catching the last drops of his seed off her breast and brought it to her lips. Sucking her fingertips clean, she turned to watch him rummage through the closet, making a mental note to explore its contents sometime later as he drew back with twin strips of blue satin in his hands.

"Do you trust me, Alyssia?"

The question came as a shock to her, and for a moment she paused to contemplated her answer.

"Forgive me Master, for what I am about to say. I... don't trust you. Trust... is earned and there is no need for you to earn trust from me. Just as there is no need for me to trust you. Should you require anything, it is simple enough for you to demand it of me and I will give it to you. "

She held his gaze as she gave her answer. It was a precise answer, accurate down to every single essence he had instilled into her... too precise... but still she continued.

"As Master, you have every right... to allow another to use me...like with those imps... to throw me aside or even more... to make me a- a harlot... to serve or pleasure another. If that should come to pass... I will obey because that is your desire but I will hate myself because I will be soiled and will no longer be worthy of the Master that has cared for me.

She paused a moment with a sigh, finally tearing her eyes away from her Master as the effect of her own words made her shudder.

"In the same way... you have every right to take another lover. If that should happen, I will stand down because she is your choice, and I was merely privileged to be chosen, both by the Elders and now by you to satisfy your desires. But my heart will break each time I see her, smell her upon your skin, and feel the memory of her body upon your lips. "

Her voice quavered, haunted by the possibility... should what she described come to pass. She reached for the silken robe and clung to it, in need of something to comfort herself and too scared of her Master's wrath to seek him for comfort. At the same time in her fear, she wondered if she was justified in her desire to be possessive, to want to belong to her Master and no one else and to want to demand likewise from him...

"With all this said... Where have you earned my trust? I will always strive to desire what you desire, so where is the need for it? It does not change the way I feel for you and neither does it change my obedience... "

With a small sigh she kicked herself inwardly for saying so much... She still hadn't sated that persistent arousal and now... she probably wasn't going to get the chance to satiate it...

"I'm sorry Master, it is not my place. You only need to command me and words such as these will be swallowed and never uttered again."

She sadly bowed her head as she waited for his verdict upon her own heartfelt words...

 

[dryfter]

So this was it....

He had known this was coming sooner or later, had known since the day so many years ago when he had finally decided to let her keep some measure of will....mind of her own. And now....listening to her, her speech in its sorrowful entirety....

She was right. She had no reason to trust him. She would one day though.....he could already feel certain stirrings in his own soul.....their very existance straining against the darkness there, its ebony hues lightening perhaps the barest of shades....

There was much to do yet though. They had 100 years to enjoy yet....before the time came again.....his time.....to die.

"Listen to me."

Her eyes never left the floor. He had no doubt she was expecting a scolding, and she would recieve one.....though perhaps not the one she was expecting.

"You will speak no more of being shared with others. You are mine, Alyssia.....and mine alone......though a promise means nothing without trust, a trust you don't have for me.....I swear I'll not let another man touch you if I can possibly help it, and I will NEVER give you to another."

He drew closer to her, still carrying the soft strips of velvet. As her eyes raised to him, he sealed her vision slowly, making sure she saw the incoming fabric as he laid it thickly about her eyes, reaching around her easily to tie it tightly about her head. Holding the other strip in a loose hand......

"Rise, Alyssia.....and know that I've created you to be all I ever want. There will be no other women in my life but you. It matters not what my right is, I will not betray your love for me......and in return......you will not betray me as all the other women I've dared to love have."

If only she could have seen his sad smile. Sliding easily behind her, he reached for one wrist......then another.....binding them tightly behind her back.

"I trust you.....I always have.....a woman of your word......you told me once that you would kill me....."

He could feel her stiffen just a little at the implications even as he rambled on.

"One day.....you will."

As he circled around to admire her once more, bound and unseeing before him.....he leaned forward to tease the corner of her mouth with a kiss....

It was his turn to have a little fun. His head dipping inwards just a little....heated kisses traced the line of her jaw.....slender chin tilting just enough to reveal the soft flesh of her throat. Flesh that warmed suddenly beneath an onslaught of heat as his kisses covered its surface....

Like a slow trickle of heated oil he descended....his lips teasing the bare valley of her breasts.....his chin parting the firm orbs as he lowered himself further between them to give their very center a teasing lick before gently beginning to climb one perfectly shaped swell. Reaching the stiffened peak, he seized her within his teeth, trapping the sensitive little nub just tight enough to sting slightly as he lashed it with his tongue, tugging softly.....moments later, opening again to suckle her completely into his warm, wet mouth......

He loved the taste of her.....the scent of her natural perfume.....Darius couldn't get enough. How could she even think she would be traded for another?

He could feel her soft trembling as he descended slowly, blazing his trail of love down her ribcage to the flat expanse of perfect belly she sported. The warlock paused....opening his mouth enough to let her feel his teeth against her flesh once more.....gently running them across her perfection before continuing on towards his true goal. He wasn't surprised to find her thighs already parted for him.....she knew what he wanted....just as he knew what she wanted......

Slipping easily across her virginal mound, Darius thought he heard her breath catch slightly as he engulfed her with his mouth....confidant that the sensations she would begin to feel at his hands.....would be her very first. But not her last.....smiling to himself.....he gazed up at her blindfold, drinking in her facial expressions instead as his tongue ran the length of her valued chastity for the first time......

 

[VampiricTouch]

"You will speak no more of being shared with others. You are mine, Alyssia.....and mine alone......though a promise means nothing without trust, a trust you don't have for me.....I swear I'll not let another man touch you if I can possibly help it, and I will NEVER give you to another."

His words brought a wave of relief across her face, though the smile was short lived as her Master approached and sealed her vision. The instincts as an assassin kicked in as she eased her breathing, focusing on the senses that she still had... Gradually adjusting to sound and smell, she could hear the faint sound of her Master's breath, smell the lingering sandalwood oil she had massaged onto his back as well as his own natural scent... his voice.

"Rise, Alyssia.....and know that I've created you to be all I ever want. There will be no other women in my life but you. It matters not what my right is, I will not betray your love for me......and in return......you will not betray me as all the other women I've dared to love have."

She felt him reach for her wrist, then the other as the robe dropped from her hand. She fought down the urge to pull away from him as the satin took another element of control from her. She instinctively tested the satin around her wrists, straining against them and finding no slack for her wrists. Automatically, she relaxed her joints... checking for the flow of the ropes to find where midnight blue came together in a knot... there... snuggled into a corner her fingertips couldn't reach.

Her heart pounded as she tried to calm the rising panic. To lose so much control over her own body... to not see, to be bound... once more the vulnerability... She had to trust her Master... She was forced to trust that he would take care of her... He would allow no other to touch her... and neither would she ever be discarded... he promised... she clung to every smile she received from him, and held onto the sweetness of his voice chanting her name... She was not 'slave' or 'pet' to him... she was Alyssia.

"I trust you.....I always have.....a woman of your word......you told me once that you would kill me..... One day.....you will."

A quiet 'no...' escaped her lips as she tried to understand his words in addition to the panic in her mind. All of which was tossed to the wind when his lips came to tease the edge of her mouth. Yet when she turned to meet them, they had moved out of her reach, fluttered down the line of her jaw... the heat of his breath... of his lips covering her ... If this was being vulnerable at her Master's mercy... she would gladly become vulnerable for the excitement and fire he brought forth in her body... vulnerable... but so deliciously vulnerable...

Her lips parted for breath that came in ragged as they tried to keep up with her racing heart... now racing for a completely different reason... The heated footsteps of kisses... his teeth grazing her nipple... only to be covered by the warmth of his mouth... drawing a faint whimper as her body pressed to his lips.

Tremors wracked her body in anticipation of the pleasure she knew he would incite, forcing her to find some steel in her rapidly melting legs. With her eyes sealed in darkness, his searing caress was made all the more vivid to her senses. She felt his teeth graze her skin once more as he trailed ever closer to what he wanted... what she needed.

A low moan burst from her lips as he assaulted her virginity with tongue and mouth. For once she finally stopped reigning in her need and allowed those fiery tendrils to rise from the heat of her loins.

"Ma- Master... " Her voice was heavy with her desire as her head was thrown back with another moan of pleasure, drawn by the undertow of his seduction.

 

[dryfter]

Feeling her tremble, his title on her lips spurred him further towards rewarding her for her selfless service moments ago. Eager hands reached for her, steadying her even as another soft quiver rippled through her in response to a long and languid stroke of his tongue across her weeping slit. Lips pressing firmly against her sensitive little button, he hummed gently, sending warm vibrations through to her very core before letting his tongue flicker out once more to slide wetly across the stiff little nub.

With an earnest effort, he went to work.....pausing from his gentle teasing of her sex with his tongue, only long enough to give the tender flesh of her inner thighs wicked little nips that only made her part them further.....exposing all of herself to him almost wantonly.

"Mmmm.....so good, Alyssia....."

She had denied his portent....that one day she would slay him. He never bothered to correct her, to insist that it was to be. In truth, it was simply the most probable of many futures......his own path already decided.....the beauty before him doing much to sway his path from those of darkness.

Still, there was a hint of cruelty....no....of jealousy, left in him. Much as she desired him all to herself, so too would he demand no less of her. Pulling her close, his tongue slipped deep between her honeyed folds for the first time to explore where only her fingers had touched.....

He could hear her breath racing, could almost feel the fluttering of her heartbeat as her blood raced and filled the places he so tormented. How long would it be.....before she was assaulted by senses she's never experienced before? And what would her reaction to them be knowing that they were created by none other than her Master?

"It's time, Alyssia....."

He could feel her tense, as if she knew what he meant, but hoped that perhaps she was mistaken. A preconception that broke in twain a moment later.....a body only barely recovered from her creation, once again strongly voicing the garbled syllables of the arcane.....

The air around them both shimmered and moved....the tower walls melting away to be replaced by a more foreign scenery. Foreign to him at least.....the feel of a soft summer's breeze across her bare skin being more than enough to alert Alyssia that she was no longer in the sanctity of the tower. Broken stone lay beneath their bare feet, and he was careful to lead her to where he needed her to go.....his bare buttocks settling carefully on the smooth surface of a long abandoned bench.

"Don't worry, my love....my Alyssia....I'm still keeping my promise. Nobody comes here anymore.....its just you.....and me."

It was true, as he looked around him at the shattered masonry that had once been so beautiful. This place was only visited twice a year, and only in the deepest of ceremony.....

Pulling her towards him, he did his best to ease her sudden tension.....his hands running down her curvy frame even as he guided her closer to the well hardened manhood that jutted obscenely from his own body.

"Its time we took from each other what we need so much, Alyssia....."

 

[VampiricTouch]

It was her turn to fill the room with moans of her lust. His tongue tantalized her with pleasure but always left her wanting more until her entire body screamed for her Master. Time and time again she could see the bright release but she was never taken close enough to grasp it, leaving her groaning with her arousal, her body wanting, needing what only her Master could give. A fine film of sweat covered her as he drove her on into a trembling wreck of heat. When his lips left her sex, her body tensed with frustration. The roar of her want filled everything, so much that by the time her panting eased enough that she could hear him... it was the words of his spell.

The arcane words threw Alyssia into a fearful state of confusion... what was he doing now...? As the spell came to a close, she slowly let go of the breath she had been holding... nothing changed, had it? She shifted her footing nervously, her bare heel grinding against the rough gravel of broken stones. Gravel?! Was she outside? A cool breeze twined around her legs, chilling her damp and heated sex... even more evidence of being outdoors. Once more the frightening vulnerability rolled over her. Why did her Master send her here? Someone might see... He promised he wouldn't toss her away... Did he at least come with her...?

"Master...?"

Surely he wouldn't abandon her here in this state... She tried to calm the rise of mayhem in her mind in addition to the bodily needs he had left her struggling with. She felt warm hands on her arms, immediately recognizing her Master's touch which stilled some of her agitation.

"Don't worry, my love....my Alyssia....I'm still keeping my promise. Nobody comes here anymore.....its just you.....and me."

His voice immediately brought some more relief to her mind. Was it true that no one would be around to see her? She tried to listen for any signs of humanity, but was unable to calm down enough to focus on sound especially when her Master felt so close... She still felt vulnerable but if she focused on her Master's presence... yes, she had to learn to trust her Master... she had to believe that he would take care of her.

Her Master's gentle but firm hands guided her. Slowly, she took a halting step towards where his hands led, followed by another. Alyssia silently cursed the blindfold and restraints that limited her and forced her to depend so much upon her Master with each uncertain step. Who knew that vulnerability could be this terrifying...

Her knees brushed against the warmth of her Master's skin, spreading her legs as his hands patiently ran across her derriere to pull her towards the heat radiating from her Master's body. When her knees brushed against the cold edge of... stone? his hands glided down to her thighs with a more insistent tug. Slowly she lowered herself until her derriere touched more of her Master's warm skin, sending shivers as her body anticipated what was to come. She was grateful for the support around her body as she gingerly brought her knees up and with some guidance found leverage against the expanse of smooth stone. Shifting her weight to her knees, she could feel his breath sweep across her neck and the swell of her breast brush his skin.

"It's time we took from each other what we need so much, Alyssia....."

She flushed as something brushed her inner thighs. Her body immediately knew what he wanted as she gradually lowered her body down until she felt his manhood press against the moist folds of her heated sex. Her body needed, craved her Master, but if there were any doubts about giving away her virginity... She paused, tense, and trembling...

"Master... I'm scared... I feel like I'll fall apart in your hands..."

She leaned in as her cheek felt the tickle of his hair, moving lower his lips met hers, tender and reassuring just like the smooth hands that drew her in. Her Master wanted, demanded her pride... her honor. It was inevitable.

"For my only Master"

Her words were whispered, spoken for her own sake as she drove down hard. She swept everything away in one smooth stroke, throwing her head back as a cry tore from her lips. It was a cry of pain for the dull ache that tremored in her tight depths. It was a cry of pleasure for her body, exultant to be filled with her Master's manhood, tightening even more as her body adjusted to his girth. But beyond that, it was a cry of heartache, as her inner heart broke at the loss of her chastity, the loss of the treasure she had kept and honored for so long.

 

[dryfter]

"For my only Master."

When her lips finally retreated from him, her flighty soul solidified once more, for at least long enough for her to steel herself and make her decision.....the only one she could make.....Darius smiled, bracing himself. It was perfect, that sentance......it summed up everything he needed to hear from her in just for words.

He had kept his promise, they truly were the only ones here. But the warlock knew....he hadn't been the only one listening.....as Alyssia declared herself his.

Her elven body was incredibly tight, the emotions that rang throughout her single cry only elevating his mounting need for her as he felt her tear, impaling herself deeply on his turgid manhood....illiciting a groan from between already drying lips. Keen hearing, yet another trait of their race, easily picked up the soft drip of where scarlet drops of chastity spent met the broken marble of her surroundings.

He could feel her trembling slightly, taking her time as she adjusted around his invading flesh, her tightness quivering around him, gripping as if it could force him out by muscle alone. And yet....even as her body recovered, there had been so much more than simple lust in that one erotic moan she had loosed....

Even as her body recovered, Darius moved to pierce her mind and soul just as deeply. Gentle hands reached for the blindfold, smiling as he heard her breath catch, her face take on a hopeful look as thin fingers slid behind towards the knot.

"For the Master....."

It was all he could do to keep from lunging upward, taking her nubile flesh and making her cry out again in another show of sexual need, a need that he would satisfy fully if it killed him. His own need driving him crazy, the hands on the back of her head pulled her closer once more....his lips needing hers, wetting themselves in an almost furious....and certainly possessive kiss. For long seconds, they lingered there, tongues dancing and flickering against each other in an age old dance.....

When he finally pulled back, his groan was vocal, still close enough that the sound vibrated against her....

"And who is your Master, Alyssia?"

He needed her....would easily begin the rapid slide to madness if one of them didn't move soon. And even better, he knew she needed him too....even before her mouth opened to utter the words he knew she was going to say.....her body adjusted fully and as ripe for the pleasure they would both wreak in the other.....

And yet, as she moved to speak....even as the words tumbled from her lips.....his question answered.....the knot holding the blindfold fell away, leaving her to blink unknowingly for a few moments as her eyes adjusted.

Right there, hovering over his own shoulder a good distance away, she watched.....having seen the assassin's act, heard her words, Darius could swear he felt Alyssia tremble once more.....

As eyes regained focus.....on the loving face......of the statue of Astraea......

 

[VampiricTouch]

The blindfold fell away as Alyssia shifted slightly with excitement, waiting for her eyes to adjust so that she could see her Master once more. Yet when her vision cleared, it was not upon her Master, but upon her patroness... Astraea. The brief second her eyes focused upon the goddess before her was a storm of chaos that seemed to stretch for an eternity.

The goddess stood in her completed form - Astraea as the Maiden of virtue, the Crone of wisdom, and the Mother of fertility. Together the three statues completed the triple goddess, Astraea, in all its glory. All three stony eyes gazed upon Alyssia with a condemning sadness. Of course they would condemn her... they were the witnesses to her proclamation of loyalty, and her vows of chastity - a virtue which she had so freely given away... but... what made this act wrong...?

If being joined with her Master as such... was a transgression, a sin, and therefore condemned her to fall... then she would fall, flesh and soul, down to the last strand of hair. Falling... and as long as she was with her Master, even if she would be dyed in the color of her transgression, it would be all she desired. Who were they to judge her! Could they condemn her for how her Master created her...

Her Master created her... How much of this was of her own volition...? The yearning... the feelings... were they false then...? Even now, remembering the experiment changed none of the compelling desire to want him, to serve him... to love him. Hateful as he was.... Beloved as he was... beyond any reason and un-reason she could not dispel the molding upon her body and soul.

The distaste dissolved even before it was conceived. Unable to even fight the magic placed over her, She returned to her Master. All of herself belonged to her Master, she didn't need herself... only him. Indeed... who was the goddess to judge her transgression...

"You are my only Master"

Her moment of surprise passed as quickly as it came. Returning her gaze to her Master's face, she spoke with defiant resolution. Her body wanted... she wanted so much more. it was all she could do to be still, her body recognizing the unparalleled pleasure she would wreak should she move... but for now she would savor the sweetness as she spited the goddess before her.

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OOC: Sorry for the late response, RL caught up with me for a while.

 

[dryfter]

"You are my only Master"

With a soft groan, he moved, no longer able to take the agonizing stasis they had created. Her words of submission provided the perfect break in the lull of the coupling as he surged upward to course through the tight tunnel of her sex once more.....as if rewarding her instantly for choosing correctly.

And yet, it was more than just reward.....it was something he needed as well, something that grew even more pronounced as Alyssia began to move against him once more, driving her own need to new heights.....a summit so much higher than the one she had found on his tongue just that morning.

He held her eyes, drinking in every lovely and exciting facial expression as the hands on her hips drove her down against him with a tender force that couldn't be denied....nor was it ever wanted to. He could feel the fruits of her instincts kick in as she tightened around him, grasping and clutching at the thick rod that invaded her body to spur such sensations within her....

"Alyssia.....my love.....I accept your devotion and give you my own in return."

His breath was heated, coming in shorter and shorter gulps as his body struggled beneath the strain of his own need. And yet, it wasn't just himself that Darius thought about, but the needs of the glisteningly naked assassin who even now strove more towards his own pleasure than hers.

Hands lifted, sliding slowly up her body and behind to encircle her as a sudden tremor rocked his lithe form. Growling, he moaned her name as he pulled her close to him for one final fiery thrust....

With a soft cry, Darius tumbled over the pinnacle of sanity into the exstacy beyond. Jerky lunges pushed him as deep within Alyssia's willing body as it would allow him to go, his seed gushing forward to spatter the last of her purity with warm pulses of thickened heat. Time stretched as he clung to the feeling.....the feeling of her.....and being in her arms......her body......

Yet all things come to an end, even the most breathless of moments. With a ragged moan, the warlock sagged back down agaisnt his tenuous perch on the bench.....his arms tightly around his greatest prize......as if to let go now.....

Were to acknowledge that this indeed....had just been a dream.

 

[VampiricTouch]

Each down beat of her hips was met with his furious thrust, creating an ever increasing rhythm that built up into a perfect storm that rocked their coupled body. As a single entity rising on the thermal of their created crescendo, she lost herself in the escalating pleasure her Master rewarded her, shared with her - her body finding its completion only with him.

She felt his virile seed scorch the icy depths of her barrenness. Its blaze threw her into her own spiraling fall, as the world stood still in her resounding scream. The tight coil inside her snapped, releasing the floodgates of unprecedented bliss. Unadulterated pleasure rolled through her as she quavered against him, the inner walls of her sheath convulsing, tightening around him.

Gradually the tidal wave ebbed away and she found herself anchored by her Master’s tight embrace. She felt his hands shift to tug against the satin restraints as her ropes went slack. Immediately her hands pulled free to snake around her Master’s body clinging just as tightly to him as he held her in his arms.

“Mine. And only mine. I know it’s not my place… but I’m holding you to your promises.”
Her words were defiant as she settled her head comfortably on his shoulder.

 

[dryfter]

“Mine. And only mine. I know it’s not my place… but I’m holding you to your promises.”

Darius smiled....more than content with that as he felt her arms go around him, completely without thought of leaving him, indeed seemingly content to deepen the embrace with his spent lust for her still lodged deeply within her body.

Soon he would have to discuss the length and breadth of her service to him, to let her know that her duties lay beyond a simple warming of his bed, as tempting as that thought had been. Alyssia was not a whore, nor was she meant to be.....but that purpose could wait......for now.

"Shall we return home? When we part, I think we'll both find it quite chilly out here considering our.....dampened state."

His smile was soft and loving, slightly teasing as he delivered the words, noting the confusion in her eyes as she struggled to look around at her surroundings for the first real time. His tower was nowhere in sight, in truth, only barely buried by the horizon. Still....nothing that a few minor spells wouldn't help.

"A gift to you, my love. Have you ever wondered what it would be like.....to fly?"

The hands encircling her back gently slid upwards across her smooth flesh. So warm.....willing......and perhaps just a little now.....trusting.

Fingertips dug hard into her shoulder blades until he could feel her tense, could hear the gasp of pain in her ears even as he muttered the necessary words beneath his breath. When he finally retreated, the nails of his fingers dripped blood.........

Yet the wounds never bled more than what had left her body for his fingers.....instead glowing a bluish silver almost immediately......the magic he had wrought in her soothing all pain he'd caused almost instantly even as she changed.....

Great, white and softly feathered grew from where he had touched her....giving her a seductively angelic look for just a moment, despite how Alyssia's eyes widened in surprise as the spread wide in full completion.....

"They'll follow your command, your will so to speak. Yet when you land once more, they will be gone. Such is the fickle nature of magic, my love."

Another soft muttering ......and his own feet gently lifted up and off the broken ground, hovering gently.

"Levitation. A simple spell that most find useless in the sense that you can only use it to go up and down. However....should I provide you with directions.....and you were to take my hand....."

Smiling....he offered her his hand.....watching with amusement as the assassing marvelled over her new wings.

"We would make it to the tower easily....and with good speed."

 

[VampiricTouch]

Feathers ... beautiful pristine white feathers encircled her as Alyssia stood in awe of the wings that were hers. Her hand lifted to gently touch a loose feather from the furled wings, shocked to see and feel that they were real. Her fingers trailed over the feathers, unconsciously lowering her wings so that she could touch them - Could she really control this?

A small smile swept over her countenance as she pulled the loose feather from its place. It wouldn't hurt to try. At the thought, her wings unfurled and furled as she tried to test the control over her new wings. the created wind swirled around her, chilling her damp sex, a reminder of her - their state of undress and their recent coupling. She flushed brightly at the reminder but said nothing.

"I've never flown before... But I can try."

Her eyes sparkled eagerly with her excitement as she tucked the loose feather behind her ear. Her hand slipped easily into his as her eyes roamed skyward. Taking a leap, her wings unfurl to their magnificent wing span. The down of her feathers caught the rush of wind and made its first cut through the air. Its beat was clumsy at first as she tried to maintain and then gain altitude. She rapidly learned that she could allow the wings to do what they did best instead of trying to control the positioning of each magically created muscle and feather.

When she was confidently comfortable with the use of her wings, a radiant smile bloomed across her face as she pulled her Master close and planted an impulsive kiss on his cheek then lips.

"Thank you for such a beautiful gift Master"

Her attention turned to the view on the ground, the goddess' temple. The nine columns encircling the three statues seemed small now that she was so much higher. The goddess' splendor she had so often admired was nothing in comparison to the horizon before her. The fine line where the sky touched the earth spanned far beyond what her eyes could see, breathtaking in nature's majesty. To share all this with her Master... her cup was already brimmed with happiness, and now it overflowed.

"Invisibility, for your modesty." His comment brought her attention back to her Master.

Another murmur of archaic words left his lips as a shimmering glow encircled them. The glow faded and their view was once more restored. Alyssia's cheeks burned red at her Master's consideration for her nakedness and whispered her thanks.

The wings on her back pumped to gain altitude. It's downy softness caught a warm thermal, rising higher as they rode the lift of warm air. At her Master's indication, she turned towards home. The rush of wind through her hair and the warmth of her Master beside her was exhilarating as the rugged terrain swept by below them.

The tower came within view and with a whispering furl of her feathers, she dropped into a dive for home. Alyssia let out a gleeful whoop as her wings snapped open moments before they would've crashed into stone and pulled them out of the treacherous dive. Slowly circling down, she found the window to her room and gently allowed her Master's feet to step onto the windowsill. When her feet alighted after him, the feathered wings shimmered and vanished as her Master helped her into the room. She stepped happily into his warm arms, completely content.

 

[dryfter]

Darius watched in delight as the pain he had caused her swiftly turned to awe and wonder......the slender brunette reaching up to stroke a single glistening feather, countless emotions dancing in her gaze as it turned up him once more.

Like a child, just learning to ride its first pony, Alyssia struggled at first in her attempt to fly. Soon enough she figured it out, but not before she had provided him with a little tender amusement. The trick was to not fight the enchantment, but to let it work freely of its own accord, a fact that the assassin seemed quick to grasp. Now all he had to do was make good on his promise.....

Her body was for his eyes alone. Thin fingers traced runes in the air as the fabric of reality warped and swirled about her, providing her with no warning before swallowing her whole! Yet, he knew she wouldn't even notice. Looking down, Alyssia was perfectly capable of seeing herself.....and as the caster of the spell, Darius was rendered immune to his own magics. Let any peasants foolish enough to pass by see his naked form flying back to his tower.....let them see and laugh if it amused them. He felt like he was on top of the world.....and such a small thing as humility wasn't about to bring him down now.

"Invisibility, for your modesty."

She was so cute when she blushed, her pale skin tinged with a healthy pinkish glow. Desirable. That's what it was. Enough to make him harden just a little in front of her once more despite the bliss he had shared with her already.

Taking her hand, they started to move.....slowly at first.....before picking up speed as his lovely companion began to get used to.....and enjoy.....her newfound ability of flight. His tower rushed nearer to meet them all too soon.....as Darius felt himself tugged ever higher as they circled, the onyx haired elf maiden looking for a specific perch....

With a sharp cry of alarm, Darius watched in sudden horror as Alyssia tucked her wings inward. They had climbed too far....how had he not noticed? And now.....

It was an interesting sensation....free falling. His blood froze in his veins as he watched the eerie stone siding of his tower race up to meet them with deadly speed. Only at the last second did her wings unravel once more from her body, their feathery surface beating fiercely as they successfully slowed just in time for the lovely Alyssia's dainty feet to touch down ever so softly on the windowsill.....his own footing having thoughtfully been secured first, an impish grin on her face as he locked gazes with her momentarily before helping her slowly inside.....her wings vanishing as promised, the moment she touched down.

When she had finally cleared the window, he let his illusion fall. There was no need for it anymore now that they had privacy once more. It was a good thing that releasing an already cast magic was a simple act of will, Darius doubted he'd have been able to do much more than just that.....as wrapped up in warm....beautiful.....naked Alyssia as he was right now. Lightly, he reached over, and gave her a sharp stinging slap across one pale buttock, the tender flesh reddening slightly.

"Don't ever do that again, silly! Well....ok.....at least give me warning next time. You had me nearly scared to death!"

 

[VampiricTouch]

Alyssia looked up at her Master with a wry grin at his admonishing words.

"But Master, it was the lack of warning that made it fun and exciting! Besides, I thought you trusted me! But... I'll remember next time to give you warning." Her eyes danced with merriment despite the stinging slap that tinged her derriere.

"Master, will you rest here with me at night... "

Her eyes traveled from his eyes to the bed behind him before easing out of his arms and onto the bed. She curled up on the bed with a silent invitation for him to join her. She willed herself not to pull the sheets over her body, knowing that he had every right to see her undressed

"... or if you'd rather sleep in your own room, may I have the privilege of sleeping with you there?"

Alyssia's eyes followed him as he approached the bed and joined her. The feel of his arms, his body made her heart flutter and spurred the embers in her loins even as she settled comfortably beside him. For a few moments she cuddled in his arms, listening to his breath and taking in his - their scent. The smell... this was herself, her own arousal that she was going to become all too familiar with. His mere presence did strange things to her body, was this what they called love? Every fiber of her being wanted to say yes, while she maintained a tenuous uncertanty... She knew nothing about him! Could she say that was still love?

"If I may ask Master..." She paused briefly should he decide another time for questions before continuing,

"If the Caelum Elders had sent another female rogue in my place for the ... mission - Would she be in my place then... as your love? Was I just fortunate to have accepted?"

She nibbled the corner of her thumb as her thoughts wandered for a moment... Caelum. Her Master must've been part of the Caelum at some time...

"Why did you leave the Caelum for the Avernus? There seems to be so much more to the Avernus than what I was taught... " Her question was of pure curiosity, without the slightest bit of accusation as she sighed.

"I know so little about you..."

 

[dryfter]

Darius slid easily beside her, hearing her soft sigh as he answered her simple question with action. The time for rigorous lovemaking was past, their previous trysts as well as renewed spellcasting had pushed his limits once more. Truth be told, it was doubtful he could even ascend the stairs from her chambers to his own....

And why should he want to? The lovely beside him had offered the chance to spend the rest of the eve in just such a loving positon, the warlock relishing the feel of her smooth and warm body nestled perfectly against his own. Not a single thought was bent towards teasing him right now, making it that much easier to resist pushing his luck and taking her yet again to the heights where passion crescendoed.

"If I may ask Master..."

"Hmm?"

She paused at just the right moment, submission warring with curiosity, with both evident enough to his searching gaze even with her eyes lowered.

"If the Caelum Elders had sent another female rogue in my place for the ... mission - Would she be in my place then... as your love? Was I just fortunate to have accepted?"

Another pause.

"Why did you leave the Caelum for the Avernus? There seems to be so much more to the Avernus than what I was taught... "

The sigh that follow was enough to nearly break his heart. Yet in retrospect, it wasn't the sigh that actually moved him.....as the mournful tone in the words she spoke next.....

"I know so little about you..."

The room echoed with the silence that followed. He knew he didn't have to answer the questions she asked....every bit as much as she knew she was pushing her own luck in asking them. And yet.....it never once occurred to him to deny her the information she sought....

"In truth, Alyssia. You were my prize all along. Don't kid yourself that I made due with just any female elf sent my way. I chose you.....and then I put myself in a position where the Caelum had no choice but to give you to me."

He leaned forward to nuzzle his lips against her pale skin, his breath warmly spilling out across her bare flesh.

"And that is why I became Avernus. Power. Isn't that exactly what they teach you about us? Elves that desire power above all else? Even so much so that they would sacrifice anything to obtain it? Some would spill their own blood, others would embrace death itself, and yet others would dare to bargain and pact with demons and the like."

It was a sad smile that met her gaze when she finally found the nerve to glance up at him again.....no doubt prompted by another long bout of silence.

"No Alyssia.....the Avernus are every bit as dangerous as you've been taught. But not all are lost like the Caelum think and teach their student. Some come to find....through trial and error.....and a lot of success......that power isn't everything they thought it would be."

A soft and cynical chuckle....the venom enshrouded within it directed at nobody but himself.

"Power attracts power, Alyssia. Yet the power hungry seek only power. So how then does one find love amongst peers that only truly want power? It was.....a harsh lesson to learn."

More silence.

"Love is more important than power. The Caelum know that.....but I.....I lost my way. I never did see the truth of it all. I was the top of my class, yet it just wasn't enough. I had all this knowledge.....yet I needed to use it.....more than that, I needed to gain more. Why be best in the class when I could be the greatest ever known?"

His sad smile never wavered.

"I was banned of course. The second I cracked the binding of a forbidden text and began to read, they had caught me. I barely managed to escape intact, much less with the tome. In retrospect....I guess it was fortunate that I had Shiress' help. Yes.....her......you'd know her as Shiress the Black now. Mistress of the Necromantic.......and my first love."

His eyes slowly regained focus as his thoughts brought him to reality once more. Had he said too much.....?

 

[VampiricTouch]

"In truth, Alyssia. You were my prize all along. Don't kid yourself that I made do with just any female elf sent my way. I chose you.....and then I put myself in a position where the Caelum had no choice but to give you to me."

Alyssia's laid stunned as he told her the truth behind the mission she had been dispatched on. A part of her was relieved that she had not been a coincidence but at the same time, she found a small part of herself troubled that her life, her plans and her future were swept away because of his choice.

The uneasiness was pushed away to tickle the back of her mind as his warm breath washed over her skin. She pressed a hair closer, letting her body conform to his. She couldn't help but shudder as he spoke of the Avernus and their means of gaining power. It was instilled into her to abhor the darker arts and loving her Master did not change the sickening unease she felt.

Her lessons had been brief on the capabilities of the Avernus, describing them as dangerous as much as they were damned. Now she struggled to see that the Avernus were not as lost as she had been schooled to believe. Her Master was proof of that as he spoke of love and the power hungry who had forgotten the importance of love.

She saw the sad smile that was on his face and the distant gaze as her Master remembered the past and shared its bitterness with her. She pulled closer to him, tasting a glimmer of the sadness in his past with him, this time walking that past with him as best as she could.

"In retrospect....I guess it was fortunate that I had Shiress' help. Yes.....her......you'd know her as Shiress the Black now. Mistress of the Necromantic......."

The name Shiress the Black brought her eyes up to his in disbelief. Mothers used that name to scare their children into behaving! Surely this was not the same...

"and my first love."

The words struck her like thunder. She knew that he had previous lovers... But it was the first time she was forced to confront that knowledge. She dropped her eyes and tucked her head under his chin, unable to meet his gaze. Her body tensed in his arms as her hands came up to rest on his chest in fists. The silence in the room rang in their ears as she finally mustered the courage to ask...

"Who else...have you loved before me? What... Where are they now?"

 

[dryfter]

"Who else...have you loved before me? What... Where are they now?"

A soft sigh escaped his lips, his soft eyes rolling back towards the ceiling. Why is it women always had to ask the questions you really didn't want to answer. He wanted to tell her that she was the only one, that nobody else had ever stirred his heart like she did now, naked and completely submissive beside him.

He could lie to her of course, but it might be too late for that. It would be all too easy to distract her with another ascention to bliss, a thought that was insanely tempting with her snuggled up against him so. But that wouldn't make the problem go away......it would always be there in the back of her mind.....

Besides.....if he lied to her.....if he kept things from Alyssia......how would she.....could she.....ever come to trust him?

"I'm old, Alyssia."

His voice was weary, and not just from the frequent passionate trysts they had partaken in today. He could feel her tense beside him, as if dreading his answer.....a small, quirky smile dancing its way across his face as a result.

"Shiress was my first love.....and as such......she seduced me towards the way of the Avernus. The more power....the more knowledge I gained in my chosen craft, the more interest she took in me. The nights of our lovemaking seemed to never end back then...."

And yet, if she were but to look, Alyssia would see his smile slowly fade to sadness.....

"I was a tool, and nothing more. She wanted the best of both worlds....to be a high ranking necromancer.....and have control over all demonology could offer as well. With me as her.....toy......she could have ascended the the uppermost ranks of our cabal."

His nose brushed her neck softly, as he leaned in close, nuzzling her. It was odd however, not a normal show of affection.....more like.....trying to draw support......

"She made one mistake."

A long silence followed then.....

"I left her of course, despite my love for her, I couldn't hide my disappointment. I would have gladly given her everything I had to be with her, but in the end, she wouldn't do the same for me. She didn't love me.....she loved her studies......the loved the darkness within the elven soul. She....."

A soft humm against the assassin's neck.....

"They say her cry of climax could be heard all the way in Astrea's temple when she was turned.....her true lover.....her vampire lover.....finally giving her everything she truly wanted."

What a battle that had been.....when she had found out her little pet had flown its cage......

Since then.....I've had four other lovers in my lifetime. Though I don't count two as a lovers. When I first summoned Ixthizzix I used him on a warrioress that had sought to storm my temple and slay me. My minions had already decimated her party.....yet the girl was still stubborn. She made for a fun pet, even after my demon had carried away her soul.......but over time, I realized that she was just a shell. A mindless puppet.

An arm slid around Alyssia....pulling her close against him.....making her feel his warmth while drinking in hers against suddenly chilled flesh.

"I forced my love on others. A druidess.....and a farmer's daughter......the druidess promply committed suicide rather than be tainted with my foul seed......the farmer's girl......concieved and bore a child."

This was far enough wasn't it? Did he really have to tell her all this?

"They died three months later......Shiress had found out about it and thought it would be a novel torment for me. She.....sent them to me.....grisly presents. The poor girl and her family reduced to rotting zombies....."

A soft shudder.

"And it was all my fault. I didn't feel bad at all.....not one bit as I used her for my own pleasure.....but the day I had to stare into their cold, dead eyes....."

Another long silence.....a soft sigh......

"And then there was my dark elven apprentice, Tamara. Yes....I said dark elven. She was so rare......so exotic......and so there right at the time I needed her to be. I thought she was different.....the way she soothed the pain of my torture with her body......and so deliciously naughty. But it was all a farce.....is a farce."

Another dry chuckle, sardonic in nature.

"Was this my fate? To only find companionship with those who want to use me for their own ends? Rejoining the Caelum was unthinkable with all I had done. I was a lost soul, and every one of my peers knew it. And so I labored hard to raise my defenses. To this day, should one of them grow bold enough to strike at me, it will be met with equal if not greater force. Power is all they understand, its all that keeps them at bay......."

His gaze drifted back upward to the ceiling once more as he rolled onto his back and away from her.....

"Tamara seeks the powers of the tower itself. I know she does....the little insect knows nothing of divination magics, and their use. I scry on her little machinations when it amuses me. You'll be pleased to know that you being here with me right now frustrates her immensely. I've known for a while that she plans to assassinate me, but my....experiment.....on you......has left that a little more difficult to do than she would have liked."

 

[VampiricTouch]

Alyssia listened in silence as she tried to take in all of what he told her. Her fists clenched tighter with each passing elf that had shared her Master's affection until her nails had dug bright red crescents along her hand.

"Thank you Master, for telling me the truth... This dark elf... Tamara, she will never lay a finger on you, not if I can help it. But even more so than that..."

A small tremor went through her clenched fists as she tried to calm the rising emotion that raged through her. For a long moment she kept her silence as she tried to sort through the range of thought and feeling.

"Is it wrong of me to be jealous...?" Her words were a bare whisper that might've gone unnoticed for human hearing... but he probably had heard her.

"Is it wrong of me to want all of your affection?" Her voice rose just a bit louder. His mouth opened to answer her but was interrupted when she moved and straddled him. Her lips were a hairsbreadth away from his as her hands supported her around his head and her hair cascaded to one side to frame her face.

"Is it wrong of me to want those endless nights of lovemaking? and more so than that? to want to erase every bit of memory you have of them? Everything, from the way they held you, touched you... Everything from the words they've dripped into your ears whether sweet or bitter..."

Each word, each phrase was uttered with a feverish intensity, her voice rising with each passing sentence. Her lips lowered in a kiss, desperate and hungry... and brief, broken as she allowed her sex to brush his manhood.

"Is it wrong that I want to burn the memory of myself into you, until the memory and warmth of all other women are gone, until I am everything your mind and body remembers? to be more than just an experiment... to be your companion?"

 

[dryfter]

"No."

For a moment, she blinked, as if confused by his meaning. The word itself was spoken softly and with much amazement. Yet how could he tell her what she was feeling was wrong, when it was all that he had hoped from her and more?

Yet Darius couldn't help but marvel at just how aggressive she had become, and how suddenly. Mere shadows of her former self that had lingered....

Designed to be docile, submissive, and doting in his presence.....it was with a special thrill that he felt her moist sex pressed gently against his rapidly recovering body....his own heat beginning to swell beneath the damp caresses of her tender folds......just what was this side of her?

It was the side of her that he had always known was there. The side that had singled herself out in his eyes. What made a beautiful elf maiden decide to take up the path of the assassin rather than that of a scholar...or like so many.....a child bearing housewife who remained lovingly supportive from the background. It was her wildness, Alyssia's brazeness that had attracted him to her in the first place. Until this very moment, Darius hadn't even realized how much he had feared crushing that part of her with his experiments.....and how much of a relief it was to see her display something as simple as jealousy. It was her response to such feelings however, that had him the most excited of all.....though who wouldn't be. For once it was if she thought she could tame him, using the fiery brand of sex and passion....mixed with just the right amount of her own submission and love.....

"You are....already.....unforgettable, Alyssia....."

There was no sorrow in the words.....no double meanings.....simply amazement as he let himself relax, feeling the strokings of her own heat against his, yearning for so much more......the day's fatigue blowing away like sand in a windstorm.

"You've already started, you know......continue......Alyssia, I want to think of no one else. I chose you so there could be no one else."

For the first time, he didn't touch her. Too easily could jealousy turn to anger.....his elven companion could have control for now. The dark gods all recoiled at just how much he enjoyed it.....enjoyed her. All of his other partners had known other men.....even those that he had raped. Yet he was all Alyssia had known sexually.....and he was as happy as she was demanding.......