Corruption

[VampiricTouch]

"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."

A breath of relief came as her response, knowing that she had the privilege of demanding his faithfulness and eclipsing all others in his life... Her lips descended, to brush his forehead, his eyes, his cheek, her lips soft, moist and purposefully evading his own lips as she tasted his skin. Finally to meet them as her hips moved to tantalize his growing erection with her dewy sex.

Her hands shifted to twine around his smooth hair, curling into the platinum locks as her fingers memorized the softness of those strands caught in her fingers. A sharp intake of breath broke through as she savored the feel of his tip grazing along the soft, damp folds of her slit. Her fingertips slipped to caress the the long length of his ear. She took in his scent, intoxicated as she whispered softly...
"My beloved Master..."

Her perfectly sculpted thighs slowly lowered, nudging his crown before enveloping him in her sheath. Her breath quickened as he filled her. Her eyes held his, sharing the pleasure she felt with him. Her hips rolled slowly, her body searching for a rhythm to their tango. She tightened her grip on his shaft as her body shifted, her hands supported on his chest, her senses surprised at the difference she felt in her depths.

Rhythm found, she started her rising dance. Her rising and falling strokes rolled into a rapid spiral of pleasure, channeling the feverish display of her prior aggression, feeding on itself as she rose higher with the wave of her pleasure. Her hand lifted to cup a breast, her fingertips rolling its peak as her head threw back in her moans, flipping the tumult of black tresses behind her.

Her eyes fluttered to a close as she lost herself in the sensation of being astride him. The word 'Master' was pulled from her lips over and over like a mantra, beautifully balanced in control and submission. Her rhythm rose to a resonating pitch as she ground down with each stroke, riding with wild abandon. The tempo of her beat quickened while her lust laced moans drew out the bass line of their rising crescendo...

 

[dryfter]

"My beloved Master..."

Darius' eyes widened as her taut body lifted, his gaze being drawn to the petite little hand reaching to raise his cock towards the sky.....perfect for her now slowly descending body......

His breath hissed from between clenched teeth as a sudden moist tightness swallowed him slowly.....the look on her face mesmerizing, telling him every little detail of what Alyssia thought of the feeling.....the sensation of being pierced to the core by her own willful actions. It stole his breath away to see her arch suddenly, grinding down on him......he could feel the action explicitly as it caused the flesh around him to tighten suddenly and dramatically.

Where had this come from? He was powerless to stop her, he could only gaze in awe, wonder, and mounting excitement as she rode him wetly. These weren't demure, teasing little thrusts.....Alyssia stroked his thickness hard with her body.....her hips moving in all the right ways to make sure he was never without tight delicious friction all around him. And from the looks of it, the assassin was enjoying herself as well....

She looked so wanton.....so free.....free to give herself to whomever she chose. Had he done this to her? Was this part of his programming of her? Or perhaps he had awakened something by taking the beautiful elf's virginity.....

His teeth ground as he struggled against his own lusts. It wasn't that he was fighting her....as much as he was fighting.....for her. Struggling to hold it all back.....all that she was doing for him.....was not only a losing battle.....but it was agonizing as well. Still.....he wanted to.....had to.....

He didn't want this to end.....ever. He hadnt' even realized he had been moaning her name over and over again......in time with each lusty shaking of her now trembling hips. It had been all he could do to maintain his will this far.....not to mention further straining himself by continued refusal to touch her.....to interfere with her in anyway.

Twice their eyes met, and twice he let her see the smoke in his gaze.....how deeply his love and lust for her ran. The room echoed once more in a sultry sexy moan, as she arched hard again.....her inner muscles flexing around him....milking him of what it truly wanted......

"So beautiful.......so exotic......."

A sexy smile was all he got in return for his words......it brought another low moan to his lips.....

"Alyssia.....I'm going to cum soon, love......goddess, you're so hot......so tight......"

Thoughts of where this had come from faded finally in the face of mounting, undeniable passion......he no longer cared......he had never felt the touch of someone so fiery in his life.....and even Darius stumbled mentally as he wondered how he could ever hope to match such a performance......hope to show her that he cared every bit as much for her and her own pleasure as she did for him......

That with her here.....he no longer needed anyone else.......

When faced with that......the thick throbbing member inside her......seemed a very weak substitute indeed......

 

[VampiricTouch]

She rode him with a feverish frenzy, as if her body could sear the imprint of her feelings into him, erase his past... and hers with the intensity of their pleasure. He moaned her name in counterpoint with the sultry cries that rang from her lips. Her breasts rose and fell with each down stroke of her hips as her body arched to the mounting passion they shared.

"Alyssia.....I'm going to cum soon, love......goddess, you're so hot......so tight......"

Somewhere, some small part of her mind registered the risque words and brought a hint of pink to the tips of her ears, only to be overwhelmed by the pleasure that overtook all reasoning. Her inner walls tensed as the coil of her release tightened another notch...

"Then cum... cum for me... with me..."

Her voice was a husky whisper and her eyes blazed with her desire. Her head tossed, leaving strands of her black mane clinging to her face while wave after rising wave threatened to engulf her. Her thighs tremored with her efforts as she balanced on the edge of her release, her body arching again... so close...

 

[dryfter]

It was amazing.....and even as he watched, she opened up before him......showing him all that she was, all that she could be. Like a desert flower whose bloom was the most fleeting of sights, yet whose scent seemed to linger with a person forever.....

Darius shuddered beneath the husky promises that her whisper belied, not missing how his own involuntary tremors seemed to carry over into her lithe and grinding frame. Alyssia was doing her best to think nothing but his pleasure.....and yet her own had crept steadily up on her.....

He continued to refrain from touching her, hindering her in anyway. The more control he seemed to give her, the more wanton and desire sodden she seemed to become. It was almost as if she were a completely different person....and yet....Darius knew that this Alyssia had been there all along. Like a child, she was testing the boundaries of his magical bindings, though in a subconscious way. Not that it mattered now anyway, the deep and longing ache in his balls stealing his focus away from such thoughts....

He had taken to arching softly in the later stages of their coupling, his shaking body eager to take all that Alyssia offered......knowing that the ebony haired assassin was feeding off of each succulent moan he gave up.

It didn't take long.....Alyssia's hips and hungry body left little for him to do but thrash suddenly beneath her as his climax was upon him. He loved the suddenly surprised look on her face, seen clearly as his swollen manhood burst suddenly, no longer able to hold back the tidal wave that she had created within him. Instead, the room filled with his cries as pulse after pounding pulse of seed crashed into her.....warming her to the core once again......

 

[VampiricTouch]

...with wave after pulsing wave of his virility, throwing her into a similar cascading spiral of pleasure. The room, filled with his cry, now resonated as her soprano scream joined his tenor in their melody of ecstasy. The word -Master- torn from her lips in a final scream of her release.

Her Her inner wall clenched hard against his shaft, as if her body couldn't get enough of the proof of his pleasure, as if her sex could draw every drop of his seed from him, past, present and future, as if she could claim him as his heated release filled, and burned the walls of her womb. The icy depths warmed momentarily by the heat from his loins only to enforce the command of infertility, his own virility made null by his own magic.

She clenched and unclenched her sex, feeling him coated with the fluids of their coupling as they slowly returned from the heavens of pleasure back to the bejeweled room her Master had prepared for her. Her breath came with the rise and fall of her breasts, flushed with her own climax as she gradually lowered herself against him, leaving her Master's organ inside her, not quite wanting to feel his absence. Light tremors danced across her body in the aftermath as she rested against him with a satisfied smile, sated but worn from her efforts.

~~**~~​

Sinking into the darkness of sleep was all to easy. Underneath the surface existed the woman who had no more strength to resist, her lips sealed unable to speak, unable to break the spell over her body as the powerless screams cried out to remove the chains that sealed her. Rising from the darkness was a still pond, the remnants of Alyssia in the reflection, caught in the liquid barrier that disregarded the flow of her thoughts and the way of her feelings.

The time once again turned back to Astrea's temple, as if she could come to a decision, giving her the semblance of freewill, as if she could change the face of the events that had come to pass. Naked before the goddess, she was once more impaled on Darius' manhood, her chastity, her respect that she had preserved for so long, now ... so freely offered. The dark reflection of her own humiliation in the waters stood in sharp contrast with the wonton giving and recieving of pleasure on the shore.

Nothing changed. It was without denial that her body craved it, enjoyed it, hated it - so much that she could not ignore it even as she regreted it. The eyes of the goddess before her chastised her ... so lewdly had she displayed herself and declared a new master. The darkness of her own words lashed out against her, accusing, condemning and filling with disdain as the scarlet drops of chastity spent met the broken marble, weeping the tears she could not find.

There was no return, indeed... some things had to die, marked crimson in the loss of her own virtue. Indeed, she had been broken, crushed and shattered by the actions of her own hand. It was from these broken remains that he found her, slowly and surely restored her. New wings burst forth from her shoulders to lift her up, their pure white down stood sharply against the rouge against her inner thighs. As if he could absolve her of the guilt that stained her, the mortal god that had stolen the light of her purity now sought to reshape her loss, reshape her.

 

[dryfter]

How long they had slept like that, he couldn't be sure. For his part, Darius was as loathe to part ways with her as she was with him.....and his own bed seemed so very far away, much chillier than hers as well. He had still been contemplating these things when sleep claimed him....

He wasn't sure what had woken him, but the room rang of imminent danger enough that he fairly threw the still snuggling Alyssia to one side, his flaccid sex dangling unnoticed....still glistening from its pleasurable traversing of his beautiful, and now rigidly awake companion.

He could see her confusion as she gazed first at him.....then following his gaze to the darkness around them both. It took a bit....but he saw it catch in the depths of her eyes.....understanding. The shadows about them were too thick.....concealing too much......

"Shiress."

The venom laced in that one name was unimaginable.....surely Alyssia had never heard anything from his mouth voiced with such hatred as that one simple word. Thin blonde eyes narrowed even further as the room lit up with musical, if not somewhat hollow, feminine laughter.

"It's so nice to be remembered, Darius. How long has it been, my love?"

Blanket and sheets were ripped back from his body, his lean muscled form rippling as he slid to his feet with sinuous grace. He knew what she was here for.....

"Absolutely not."

"Hmmmm?"

The hum held a certain level of amusement, as if its owner already knew what he had come to the conclusion of, yet wanted to force him to say himself.

"You'll not make her another of your pets, you bitch! Conhierta!"

The words of dispelling drove the unnatural darkness to the farthest corners of the room.....neither elf having noticed the total absence of starlight until it shone once more through the window.....illuminating a curvy blonde elf with hair even paler than Darius's own.

"Poor Darius. You think I didn't realize the exact second you let Ixthizzix go? Do you really think you can defeat me with out your little pet?"

Cold eyes swept over the sheet swaddled form of the assassin, sizing her up....

"So this is the little whore you've created. She's better built than those other two you stuck it to, I'll give her that. Though I can't help but wonder if that's a remnant of your magic too."

A snide grin, a sneer more or less.....

"Not that it matters to me.....come here, girl......"

Darius watched in horror as the vampiress stared deep into his consorts own eyes.....as if sucking the life.....the very will out of them.....until she rose silently from the bed, taking a shaky step towards her own imminent doom. If she could.....had the will to....look just a few inches downward, Alyssia would have seen the razor sharp fangs protruding from beneath a thinly curled and painted lip.

"Psurostys"

It was hard to maintain concentration when a bucket whops you upside the head. With a scowl, the undead necromancer spun in search of her attacker.....Alyssia sagging suddenly in confusion and weakness as the vampire's control over her waned. Yet just as Shiress turned again, well within reach to simply seize the naked assassin and drink of her vitality.....a soap brush sailed out of nowhere to strike her right between the eyes.....though its thrower remained unseen....even to her eyes.....

"What is this?! What have you done, Darius?"

Her eyes narrowed dangerously.....the pale blue slowly beginning to fill and color with her own blood, giving Shiress a much more dangerous look. It was a look of purest hatred....

"Simple....I gave the command word for the unseen servants which reside in this room to attack. That's the least of the magics I've worked into this room. I'm well aware of your penchant for taking from me anything and everything that's important to me. Yet I swore to protect Alyssia, just as she swore to serve me in all things.....so if you don't back the fuck off, we're gonna find out just how helpless I am against you without my incubus."

Again, musical laughter.....

"What could you possibly do to me, other than fashion a few runes to keep my servants out? You're so weak, you can't even keep me from entering your pathetic tower."

If she had struck a chord with him, she couldn't tell.....despite the sudden and dangerous narrowing of his eyes.

"Yes....about those runes."

It happened in a split second. One moment, darkness prevailed.....the next.....the entire chamber exploded in silvery blue light.....sharp enough to make the eyes water. Alyssia's face jerked down the floor in an instant, he could see that much through his own pained squinting.....

The scream was earshattering.....

"You bastard! You set this up?! Do you really think you can HOLD ME HERE?!"

It was his turn to smile.

"Not really....not for long. Just long enough to put an end to my suffering.....and yours."

Closing his eyes against the radiance, its brilliance too much even for him.....each stone revealing the rune he had specially cut into it.....poured his soul into creating.....flaring brilliantly now in the spell he knew he would need the most to keep Alyssia from just such a fate.

A spell to paralyze undead.....

And yet, she smiled as he advanced.....knowing all too well that he fully intended to be the end of her. Tears of blood stained her pale cheeks, as she forced her eyes open against the agony he had inflicted.....the only agony he had ever successfully managed to inflict against her......

Even before he began his spell.....not wanting to take any chances......Shiress disappated like the morning mist itself.....

"Damn."

She was gone. He could feel it. No doubt out the same window she had crept in. Did the runes have a weakness? Would they only hold corpereal undead? If so....then his research was far from over.....

But for now, he had other matters to attend to. With a sudden frown, he rushed to her side....feeling her tremble slightly as he helped Alyssia to her feet.

"Are you ok?"

 

[VampiricTouch]

OOC: Had to add a dream scene for the previous post.

Thrown from her Master's warmth, the first thoughts from her rude awakening was fear - had she angered her Master? Her eyes widened as her eyes focused on him and then the low hum of danger sank into her senses... Her eyes narrowed as she tried to make out the shifting shadows, every nerve alive with adrenaline.

Her Master identified... Shiress. The name itself brought the terror and hatred that had been instilled into her by the Caelum. Her face paled all the more as Shiress' purpose was laid bare... Shiress the Black, wasn't here for her Master? but rather for herself?! Her mind ticked as she pulled the sheets around her naked body, her weapons... was there anything she could do to defend herself... The words thrown in the air brought another notch to the tension in the atmosphere.

The darkness dissipated from the undead beauty, tendrils of shadows vanishing from the room, bringing Shiress into view. Alyssia leveled a venomous glare upon the undead mistress, meeting the undead eyes was Alyssia's undoing...

"...come here, girl......"

In that moment their eyes met Alyssia's mind sunk under the overwhelming command of the vampiress. Promises of unparalleled pleasure, beauty, eternal life swayed before Alyssia's eyes just as surely as the fires of hell should she deny the vampire.

In those promises, Shiress came to her mind with naked perfection - a perfection that seduced both men and women with her superficial beauty. For a painfully long moment, Alyssia's mind filled with the coupling of women, her lips and cheeks stained with the sweetness Shiress would bestow from her sex. Alyssia's mind filled with revulsion just as her body moistened at Shiress' seduction, in an instant undermining Alyssia's will.

In that suspended limbo, the scent of Alyssia's unwilling arousal permeated the room. Alyssia's body moved forward, begging for the promise Shiress held out to it as her mind tried to fight the losing battle.

It was then that the delicate balance Shiress held over her will wavered ever so slightly. Alyssia sagged to her knees, the sheets strewn around her hips and waist, concealing nothing as she tremored, her will fighting to come back into place, to keep her feet from moving towards what would be her own doom. Her glazed eyes took in the tumble of magic and insults, not registering the words as her will inched slowly back into place.

The ear splitting scream marked the end of Shiress' claim on her thoughts and mind. Alyssia's hands went up to cover her sensitive ears, the pitch still ringing in her ears as Shiress faded from the trap that was laid.

It was in this state of trembling that her Master's touch found her once more. The ringing fading to his gentle words - "Are you ok?"

A quick nod of her head answered his question as he helped her up and gathered her into her arms.

"I'm sorry... forgive me... I couldn't control myself - my actions... I tried to fight it... and even now her grip in my mind disgusts me..."

She looked up at her Master, eyes filled with the misery that was still lingering in her palate...

"I can still taste her in my mouth... my mind... " The whispered horror of what Shiress had brought forth in her thoughts to dominate her evident in her voice...

It was several moments before she recovered her calm. She still wanted to drown out the cloying sweetness that tainted her mouth and thoughts but for now... she was sure that her body was her own.

" That will be the last time I sleep without my knives... Thank you for protecting me..." A note of irritation rang in her voice, softening as she thanked her Master.

"Am I that important to you? Why..." Her question soft with awe and affection.

 

[dryfter]

Darius shivered as she turned to look at him, misery and despair driven so deeply into her lovely eyes....

"I'm sorry... forgive me... I couldn't control myself - my actions... I tried to fight it... and even now her grip in my mind disgusts me...I can still taste her in my mouth... my mind... "

For a moment, his eyes widened as he realized what she was saying, just as at the exact same moment the memories flooded over him. He could sympathize deeply, even now, he could still remember her taste.....a slender elven body writhing beneath his tongue, begging him to plunge deeper still....

But that had been him.....Alyssia was another woman. To use that as the basis for controlling her.....had to have been incredibly demeaning. He could feel the assassin shiver beneath his touch. Just how deeply had she been scarred? Damn her! She had so little innocence left, had Shiress really needed to steal that? To let Alyssia catch a glimpse of what it would be like to drink from her?

Kneeling, he held her tight.....the arms about her holding her against his body ever tighter each time another soft tremble shook her.

" That will be the last time I sleep without my knives... Thank you for protecting me..."

"Of course.....I'm sorry you had to experience that...."

And yet there was no question that she had been aroused.....would she have actually.....?

"Am I that important to you? Why..."

Reaching down, he slid his palm over the top of her hand, only his thumb reaching around the slender appendage. Raising it, his eyes met hers as she felt her hand pressed firmly against his chest.....the beat of his life thrumming gently beneath her fingers.

"Because I've given you this...."

A soft, yet concerned smile slid easily across his face as he reached for her with his other hand. Holding her hand in place where he had put it, Darius helped Alyssia to rise.....both of them standing in the room, alone once more.

All he had to do was ask, and she'd sleep with another woman for him. He knew it to be true.....just as he knew that doing such a thing would damage her far more than Shiress' attempted seduction had. Yet he certainly hadn't expected arousal of any kind from her......was that Shiress' powers? Or was it something else. Bah....best not to delve too deeply into such things.

Moving to the window, its shutters slid closed easily beneath his firm hand. Glancing at her from over his shoulder.....he couldn't believe how a simple thing like moonlight enhanced her already considerable beauty and appeal....

"She won't be back. She's been humiliated.....and a vampire that takes on mist form must return to their coffin before returning to normal again. That should take her most of the night."

With a soft wave of his arm.....he motioned to the bed once more.

"Let's get some rest. It's become evident that we have work ahead of us tomorrow, not just play. You've had a rough end to your evening, Alyssia.....come.....let me hold you....."

 

[VampiricTouch]

The thrumming of his life and his words were mesmerizing, catching her breath... the moment vanishing just as quickly as it had came over her. Slowly she remembered to breath as he waved her towards the bed. She eased into his arms and though the security of his warmth calmed her, sleep would not return. She stilled beside her Master as her eyes closed. Fitful spurts of unconsciousness would fall into place but they were restless, mere seconds in the remnants of the long night.

Dawn broke in colors of dusky pink as the light cut through the edges of the window shutters. Alyssia looked up from the warmth of her Master's arms to gaze upon the peaceful countenance of his face.She was thankful that the few seconds of sleep she had managed were without dreams as she slipped out of his arms.

A quiet ring of the bell brought the same buckets of steaming water floating in through the door. Knowing that the servants were invisible made her feel a bit better about talking into thin air. She stepped up before a floating bucket and whispered softly,

"Thank you for breaking that woman's concentration. I would have been lost without your actions."

Knowing that the bath would be filled, she returned to her Master. She remembered the pleasure she was able to provide her Master and with an impish grin settled over his groin.

Her tongue twirled over the crown of his manhood, savoring the satin feel under her tongue while he slumbered. The heated breath flowed over him as she took him into her mouth, drawing a low groan from his lips. The corner of her lips twitched with a small smile as she slowly moved, wondering what dreams she was causing her Master to dream of.

Her hand cupped his sac and gently massaged as her tongue worked over his shaft with every plunge. How long she taunted him she didn't know but when his eyes fluttered open she released his organ with a bright smile.

"Good morning Master. I hope you had pleasant dreams. A bath is drawn for you when you're ready..."

Her face ducked behind his organ and inhaled his sac into her wet lips. Her tongue flicking over one before switching to the other. Her tongue danced back to the crown of his shaft and buried her face into his groin again as her eyes lifted to watch his reaction.

 

[dryfter]

Mmmm....what had begun as a nightmare....was turning out into a pretty good dream.....

His worst fears had been realized.....Shiress had Alyssia. He was powerless, spellbound by the necromancer as he watched, his cock hardening shamelessly as the slender assassin slowly sank to her knees, the wicked grin of Shiress predominant as she eagerly parted her thighs for the elfin brunette. Without a word, Alyssia silently began work on pleasing her.....tasting the juices of her soon to be mistress.....it was enough to make Darius groan.....

And yet when she had finished.....the dark mistress crying out to her much darker gods in a climax that would forever taint his creation, the blonde elf turned and gently pressed Alyssia to the floor. It was no good....all his cries....his pleading.....were met by a blank stare.....and a ragged moan as the vampiress found her most sensitive of spots.....

She licked relentlessly....loving each and every twisting and writhing of her captured lover, the fact that Darius could do nothing but watch in despair making the act that much sweeter. The assassin's body trembled suddenly as she cried out.....begging her mistress for release.....

Eyes opened wide.....staring right at him.....asking silently why.....begging him.....as fangs tore into the flesh of her inner thigh.....easily finding the blood engorged artery there, drinking greedily even as Alyssia screamed out her orgasm into the night......her heart racing.....faster......faster.....slower.....slower.....slower......

Until it stopped.

And yet that hadn't been the end. While her eyes had closed in defeat as death claimed her.....suddenly they opened once more......but it wasn't her. It wasn't the passionate elf he had created, commanded to serve him. She served a new master now.....and like her mistress she needed blood......

It was agony.....the two of them hovering over him.....teasing him.....tormenting him as they licked his shaft.....up and down....the full length. Tongues danced around the swollen head of his cock until he was no longer sure who's tongue belonged to who. He ached....he needed release.....yet to accept was to give in......to end his existance.

Did he really care? He had lost her.....forever.....failed her. There was no way that Shiress would ever allow them to be together in undeath. Certainly not with all the ways he had managed to frustrate her over these many long years.....

"Good morning Master. I hope you had pleasant dreams. A bath is drawn for you when you're ready..."

He had startled himself awake, sweating profusely from more than just her ministrations. For a second, he had to look at her twice to make sure her look of hunger wasn't the same as it had been in his dream.....

That's right....he had been dreaming.....

The gentle fondling of his sack brought him back to reality soon enough, glancing down just in time to see her swallow him whole again.....her tongue was evil in and of itself with the way she used it to tease him....he could feel himself pierce all the way down her throat, her hot breath heavy on his abdomen as she worked him over hard.....

"Alyssia.....wh.....why.....ohhhh.....aghhhh.....so good......"

He had already been aroused from his dream, but to wake up like this.....?

Thin but strong fingers reached for her....entangling in her hair and holding fast as another, much louder moan filled the room. He could lunge upward, but what good would that do.....he already felt her convulsing around his cock as her throat sought to milk him of all he had to offer her, he very much doubted he could get any deeper than what she had already taken him.

A strong shudder and a strangled cry heralded his climax. He truly didn't know how long she'd been at this......to him.....he came incredibly fast, sending volley after hot and sticky volley straight down her throat....retreating only long enough to give her a chance at air once more.....its retreival difficult until the steady flow of cum from his deflating cock slowed to a trickle.....leaving him gasping and panting......

"Get in....the bath.....Alyssia. We'll.....clean each other.....today......"

His breath came in ragged gulps as he watched her moved to obey, her sinuous form sliding sensually beneath the perfumed waters.....an almost coquettish smile on her face as she awaited her Master.....

 

[dryfter]

He slid in behind her.....feeling her scoot forward even as his legs spread around her svelte frame, hands already reaching for her to hold her close. His flaccid sex stirred gently as it brushed against smooth backside.....he could feel Alyssia tremble softly.....in anticipation perhaps?.....or uncertainty, not knowing what he was going to do....

Strong fingers closed gently about her shoulders, kneading the muscles there and working on the stress knots she had created unknowingly. The night had been tense on them both.....and yet she had thought only of him.....and how best to please him.

He was relentless.....digging his fingertips into her just enough to bring an exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure as he forced her body to loosen up beneath his touch. Leaning forward.....Darius smiled as he thought he heard a soft gasp as his lips found her.....a hand sweeping her onyx hair upward to kiss at just the spot where it began at the base of her scalp....a gentle brushing of his tongue as it traced a path down her slight neck to its hollow.....suckling gently there as he drew her blood towards the surface of her skin......

"You're mine, Alyssia......and now that I have you, I'll never let you go. I hope you know that....."

His hands dropped lower....struggling with the scant space between them.....

"Lean forward, dear. I'm not done with you yet...."

He could hear her approval, witness her obedience, as suddenly he had plenty of room to tend to the muscles of her back. He knew better than to be gentle with her here......these muscles were amongst some of the strongest in the body.....

And so he was rough.....but not agonizingly so.....it seemed Darius knew just how to touch, how to push, and how to apply pressure to make each action a blissful release of tension. And when it was all over.....when Alyssia felt relaxed enough that she could almost sleep again.....

He pulled her back to him.....feeling her jump as his lips closed about the tip of her ear once more, hands encircling her to cup her full breasts with his palms and giving her unsuspecting nipples a slight tweak.

"Now then.....how shall I repay you for this morning, huh?"

A palm slid lower. Across her fluttering ribcage to the flat and perfect expanse of stomach below.....

"Shall I touch you then? Perhaps I'd like to hear my Alyssia moan for me...."

The words stopped as he went back to tormenting her sensitive ears, even as his fingers crept ever closer to her submerged mound. The warlock could almost swear he could feel her heat through the water's own.....

It was going to be a fun morning.....

 

[VampiricTouch]

Slowly his fingers worked loose the knots in her body but it seemed that even as his fingers relieved the stress in her muscles, he brought about a different sort of tension. A tension that seem to increase with his touch. The mixture of pain intermixed with pleasure served only to heighten that sensation.

His lips as it traced down her neck made her breath quicken and her loins stir... He marked her... lovingly. That alone brought a surge of pride in her mind...

"You're mine, Alyssia......and now that I have you, I'll never let you go. I hope you know that....."

His words... how badly she needed to hear them... and how blissfully sweet was that relief in her mind and body when they were heard. More so than the pampering of her body... to know that she belonged to him and only him brought her so much more satisfaction.

Her eyes fluttered to a close - sleep was so near yet kept at bay by the needs of her body that her Master was inciting... and fulfilling. A small part of her mind noted how well she had managed to keep her new found lust in check as if her Master's satisfaction in her took the edge off of her hunger... the thought was pushed aside when he pulled her back. The water in the tub parted and returned to tumble over her in rippling waves, quite like the ripples of pleasure of the pleasant surprise of his taunting hands and lips.

"Now then.....how shall I repay you for this morning, huh? Shall I touch you then? Perhaps I'd like to hear my Alyssia moan for me...."

Her hair dipped into the warm water as she tilted her head back, the cool strands dancing over her Master before settling in on the water. Now that she could see her Master, she left small kisses along his jaw as her quickened breath danced over to warm his skin. Her own lust lifted its head as his hands crept ever closer to her sex.

"Yes please... touch me Master... as if there were no tomorrow... as if I'm the only one that you have ever loved and the only one that you will ever love... and I would gladly moan for you" Her words a quiet purr in his ear... as she gazed at him with feverish desire.

 

[dryfter]

Fingers slid over her moist flesh, slick from the surrounding water as he teased her beneath its surface. For a moment their eyes met as Alyssia rolled her head back to purr her response into his ear.....her husky voice halting suddenly as his fingers spread folds of her sex wide.....exposing her wantonly to his caresses.....

"Oh yes.....you'll moan for me, Alyssia.....because that's what I want.....and I know how much you want to please me. Every bit as much as I want to please you, hmmm?"

As if to punctuate the words, a long tipped finger curled inward.....sliding smoothly into her velvet tunnel. With a grin, he drew the pad of his thumb across her swelling elven clit at exactly the same time as the penetration.....

Damp shoulders warmed beneath his breath.....the fullness of one breast cupped readily within a fiercely massaging palm as he struck at her again and again....feeling the assassin before him react to the suddenly rough treatment of her sex.

"You will moan, Alyssia....and not only because I demand it of you.....but because you want to."

Long fingers closed around a tight little nipple....rolling it harshly before giving a firm tug. It was lewd....how far she was spread.....how willing she was to recieve his touches.....and yet to him, it was perfect. Already, the room began to fill once more with the music that always came with making love to the sexy assassin.....

"Do you like it when I do this to you? Treat you just a little rough?"

A sharp little bite at the base of the neck....followed by the lightest of kisses fluttering down the spine.....

It was only a matter of time.....before he demanded more of her than just a few moans.....

 

[VampiricTouch]

His touch was timed with his words, drawing a shuddering gasp in response to his question and his touch. The first brush against her pearl brought a sharp jolt of pleasure through her body. Her hips lifted to his touch as her legs spread even wider for her Master's fingers.

It was too easy to moan for her Master... and she whole heartedly did it, voicing the pleasures her Master gave her. Each stroke of his hand was punctuated with the music of her voice, made all the more lewd with the harshness she received at his hand. His hand played her like the lyre of a bard, and with the drawing of each stroke, each strum, unadulterated praise for his skill flowed from the cries of her pleasure.

A trembling hand gripped the edge of the tub as her other reached for her free breast, cupping and even trying to match the harshness of his hand, mirroring the treatment. Her brows furrowed with the pleasure he so easily excited within her, with the pleasure her body craved so badly, with the pleasure her Master satisfied her with.

"Do you like it when I do this to you? Treat you just a little rough?"

Her ears heard his question... but it was until his teeth bit into her neck that drew a sharp 'yes' from her lips. The sting from his teeth escalating the pleasure and stood in stark contrast to the gentle fluttering of kisses.

"Yes!... yes Master.... please... more..." Her moans were broken by the pleas for the Master that had become everything to her.

 

[dryfter]

Darius smiled.....the fingers stroking her hidden little button growing more insistant, drawing such sweet little gasps from the slender elf. In response to her shameless begging, her delightful request, fingertips curled inward as two strong and sturdy fingers sank deep into her moist warmth.

The invasion of her body was without warning, yet accepted with a shudder, even as he thrust up into her roughly. The warlock made sure to keep pressure on her sensitive nub with his palm even as he stroked her insides, wriggling his digits inside her slick velvety tunnel.

"Is this better, love? Closer to what you wanted?"

His breath was hot on her neck, his own body cradling hers firmly enough to not allow her to arch too far back. She would move when he allowed it, and no sooner. For now, he was forcing Alyssia to accept every little sensation and emotion he created within her.

His kisses covered her pale flesh.....any and all he could reach from here. Her bare shouders, her long and sensuous neck.....hungrily devouring her lips to dip into her sweet mouth as she turned towards him......eager for more intimate contact.....

Through it all, he played with her.....his free hand mauling her firm breast, fingers reaching for the taut nipple before pinching softly, pulling it away from her body with a suddenness that nearly made her cry out. He didn't want to hurt her....much.....just enough to heighten the experience. The pain of her lost virginity had seemed to mix well with her pleasure......perhaps this was a side of the assassin that he should take it upon himself to explore just a little more.

"Tell me how you feel, Alyssia.....do you feel like a whore? Like my pet? Or do you feel like I want you to feel? Like you're the only one I would ever do these things with. Tell me how your body feels right now......I can hear your breath racing, love."

 

[VampiricTouch]

She drank in everything her Master deemed to bestow upon her - whether pain or pleasure. His touch was ... possessive, holding the reins to everything she could feel. It was here that she belonged, held, pleasured, loved by her Master, her lover... lover? Was this love? It was in that haze of pleasure, punctuated by the few strains of pain that the question again rose and faded.

"Tell me how you feel, Alyssia.....do you feel like a whore? Like my pet? Or do you feel like I want you to feel? Like you're the only one I would ever do these things with. Tell me how your body feels right now......I can hear your breath racing, love."

The question... her mind struggled to form words... to complete thoughts and failed...

"feel... want more... as if... never satiated... never enough ... of you... and at the same time... only you... can satisfy... feel... grateful... beautiful... wanted... loved"

Her words were broken by her gasps and moans... hardly coherent as they left her lips. The water splashed and sloshed around her in the tumult of her need. The small waves washing against her like the tides of her arousal- the subsiding of one only to be consumed by the rise of another. He maintained his immaculate control over her and all that she felt, bringing her close and taunting her with the promise of release but never relinquishing it.

She threw her head back as her hips pressed forward to his fingers, trying to match the timing of his strokes, trying to find the release he denied her. Her sex clenched around his penetrating fingers, as if she could make their touch linger, and the pleasure tip her over the edge.

 

[dryfter]

She demanded....and got nothing. Yielded.....and was rewarded for her demure acquiescence. Each time Alyssia's hips rose, eager to take him in deeper, Darius retreated....teasing mercilessly. Yet when she finally trembled with exhaustion and passion, it was then that he returned to her full force....giving her no respite from the stirrings of lust he had created within her.

Her cries were a delicacy he could enjoy for the rest of his life....

She trained well, and quickly, the assassin keeping still as he delved into her time and time again....spreading his fingers within her tightness to spread her shamelessly open. His palm alternated between crushing force upon her taut sex button and fluttering gentle bumps across its swollen surface. The warlock smiling all the while as he felt yet another strong shudder ripple through her.

She would cum for him. Cum harder than she had before impaled upon his own lusty fuckpole. Everything he did, Darius did to build her higher....willing to see just how high he could take her before she exploded in her own private cataclysm. Would she fear it? Something this powerful? The warlock had seen the signs of fear that first time....when her orgasm took her past the point of purity.....never again to look back.

She was his. Would cum when he demanded it of her....and would bear his touches....his teasing....until that point. And yet he was not cruel. He could hear the plaintive note in her cries....the begging as she strained not against him....but against herself.....and the knowledge that if she tried to take her release she would ultimately be denied it even longer......

"Cum for me, my beautiful Alyssia......cum, and know who it is that makes you feel this way.....makes you feel like none other can."

The warlock smiled as he slammed his palm down against her, grinding firmly as his two fingers strove deep within her quivering flesh.

"Your Master......your obsession.....and your love."

 

[VampiricTouch]

She fought to keep still as the tumult of tension coiled tighter. Learning quickly that pleasure was given and taken by her Master's volition... not of her own, that she could demand nothing.

The straining for his touch became a strain against the needs of her own body. The height of her tension was frightening as she tried to still her own pursuit of what her Master was offering. His command was barely heard but the emphasis of his hand was more than sufficient to drive the point home.

The height of her lust peaked to and crashed over her, consuming her in the terrifying release of ecstasy. Her lips that had voiced moan after moan of her pleasure now opened in a silent scream that resonated through her body. Her control over her body shattered as she arched, her sex clenching, rippling around his invading digits. The dew between her sex flowed to mix with the warm water, cool against the heat of her own body as the blaze of scalding white pleasure blinded her.

It took several long moments before that flash of white faded from her eyes. Even after the haze slowly faded and her Master came back into view, her body tremored with the aftermath he had caused. Ripples tumbled across the water as her mind tried to catch up with her body and her chest heaved for breath.

"Only you... Only you can... and only you will ever make me feel this way... and only you would I ever want to feel this pleasure." Her eyes glimmered with the intoxicating pleasure he had given as she gazed at him with adoration.

 

[dryfter]

What a bitch.

It had worked. All that time and preparation......all those spell components he had made her find and retrieve......all for this one damned day. And now.....now she felt a prisoner in her own tower. Not his tower, her tower.

Magical enslavement? Feh. She was so certain it would never work, and now she was left scrambling to retrieve the last notes of his research. At the very least, she could make the experiment her own and perhaps gain power that way! It was true that males were kept firmly beneath the heel of their women back home......it had been repulsive letting her warlock "Master" touch her on the few times he had. But if she could find a male of a different society perhaps......she could be a queen in her own right!

And then there was Alyssia. It had taken quite a few days of observation......but she was feeling confident. There were few magic items in the world that her people hadn't been able to corrupt........and Alyssia was little more than a magic item herself now.

If she could bring the lovely elf's loyalties to her side.........Darius would be dead in a fortnight......leaving the lovely Tamara with a much more suitable.....and exciting lover.

At least for now, she hadn't seen Alyssia once carry weaponry or anything else to defend herself or him with. They were too busy with their disgusting rutting.....it wasn't like he could get her pregnant.....she was well aware of the changes to her body and soul.

Still....a known lack of force meant a lack of resistance.

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Silently, he slid from the bed.....giving her soft hair a tender ruffle......a soft moan escaping her as Alyssia no doubt already missed his warmth next to her, even in her sleep.

He had been neglecting his studies. And while she provided such blissful distraction......perhaps now would provide the perfect time. With a soft smile and a gently blown kiss her way.....the warlock departed for the library.....confident in the activated wards of her room to keep the vengeful Shiress out.

Long minutes passed before another approached.....her innate ability to draw the shadows to her and cloak herself with them hiding the brilliant mane of long white hair that spilled over her dark shoulders, loosely bound into a long ponytail in the back. Her proud breasts stood firmly from her body, naked in the night's air, their nipples hard and aching as Tamara let her gaze slide across the lovely form of Alyssia......the darkest of shadows and the palest of moonlight......

Reaching slowly, a single finger smeared with a strange substance gently traced a path across her upper lip.....the slime slickening her skin beneath the breif touch. While harmless.....its fumes were incredibly soothing.....deepening her slumber just as surely as the simple touch had threatened it.

When she awoke in Tamara's dungeon.....bound and spread eagled.....then her own experiments would begin. Already, a servant bore the sleeping woman down, far below the surface of the ground......to the part of Darius' tower she called home.

 

[VampiricTouch]

Her eyes slowly opened, then closed. The discomfort of her position drew a soft groan as she pulled against her binds - binds?!

"Master?!" Her eyes flew open in a thrice as her dancing vision gradually focused on the woman before her...

She gazed at the blur of shadows that seemed to be drawn to her presence - shadows that stood in sharp contrast to the beautifully white strands of hair. For a moment the vision brought Alyssia back to her memories of the Caelum... to the dark elf that had served the Mother, "Cassandra? Why are - no..."

Alyssia's voice went from her innocent confusion to a denial that dripped venom in it's very word, the only sign that she had recognized the dark elf before her as her eyes completely came into focus. Alyssia's eyes closed as she took into stock the situation she was in.

Her Master wasn't here, surely he would not have allowed such a thing to happen. This suggested that this dark elf - no - Tamara was probably working behind Master's knowledge. It would fit what Master had described of Tamara. Tamara... the name brought a rush of bile and disgust that Alyssia managed to keep off of her face. Without her picks, without her weapons... she was not in a situation to rile the woman's anger... for now she would play along and see just what Tamara had in mind.

Her own anger kept in check, she allowed the fear and unease of her lack of control emanate. Her eyes opened and she took in the dungeon along with her compromising position

"Where is Master? Who... who are you? Why am I here... ?" Her voice wavered as she again pulled against her restraints in a perfect image of suggested confusion.

 

[dryfter]

Questions. Wasn't that the way this always started?

Well that didn't make her inclined to answer them. The dark elf was more than content to scurry about her own laboratory making preparations, well aware that she only had so much time before the true master of the tower took note of his prized pet's absence.

A large unbound tome seemed to be the center of her attentions, pilfered writings and incantations from the wizards own twisted experiment. Yet the last thing Tamara wanted was to duplicate the efforts of Darius.....

Why spend the effort duplicating, when it could be so much easier to just twist and pervert......

"You're a wild card, my dear little harlot, and that's why you're here. Because I hate wild cards......well.....ones that can be used against me that is. And so.....we're going to make sure you're not used against me, hmmmm?"

A dark hand reached into a slitted cage.....the soft hiss audible to them both only due to elven hearing as a deeply emerald hued snake emerged slowly and carefully from its container......

"Now this should be a good start....."

Tamara smiled as she ignored any further questions....instead moving the slithery reptile closer to exposed naked flesh. The dark elf really wasn't surprised to find that the girl had slammed her slutty little legs shut, that would all change soon enough anyway. After all....it didn't matter where the poison was injected.....only that Alyssia recieve a good strong dose.......

Fangs pierced pale flesh, the bound elf doing an admirable job of not crying out. In fact....if looks could kill......

"A Thyranese adder. Are you familiar with it, assassin? You kind does deal with poisons yes?"

A silent look of dread.

"Very rare, very potent.....their toxin is sought after by black markets across the world as an irresistable aphrodesiac with a few interesting side effects. But you'd know all about those, wouldn't you?"

Silently, the creature was placed back in its cage.....its mistress carefully sealing it once more.

"You're wondering why you're here? Simple.....I have no intentions of dying to you, bitch. And while you may be loyal to Darius.....there's nothing in the contract that says you can't be somewhat loyal to me too. Especially if you need me.....and I think you know what I mean by that. My own little submissive assassin slave, wouldn't that be fun? It's only a matter of time before those nasty little juices of yours start flowing despite your considerable will, love. Just like its only a matter of time before you're getting your first taste of mine......a taste you'll crave until you die."

With a wicked smile, the dark elf reached for the sash of her own wizardly robes.....her smile widening just as much as Alyssia's own eyes as first one dark shoulder....then another....shrugged out of the silken garment. Dropping in almost slow motion, the wizard apprentice stepped nude and proud from the mess of cloth at her feet.....

It was only right that her pet know what she was to be worshiping......and the little bitch could lay right there and suffer until she voiced her readiness to serve.....

In short....Tamara couldn't wait.

 

[VampiricTouch]

"You're a wild card, my dear little harlot, and that's why you're here. Because I hate wild cards......well.....ones that can be used against me that is. And so.....we're going to make sure you're not used against me, hmmmm?"

Alyssia watched Tamara with feigned confusion, something that faded rapidly into genuine anger as the snake emerged from its container. She racked her memory trying to identify the serpant that was coming dangerously close to her flesh and failed.

"Now this should be a good start....."

She shuddered involuntarily as the cold scales touched warm flesh, enough to make the reptile strike. Fangs pierced pale flesh, the bound elf doing an admirable job of not crying out. Her eyes narrowed into a murderous glare before closing tight with pain. Would she die here...?

"A Thyranese adder. Are you familiar with it, assassin? You kind does deal with poisons yes?"

Her eyes snapped open at the name. Thyranese adder... her lessons with the Caelum resonated in her mind - aside from an aphrodisiac, it was a toxin that was not deadly, but would cause certain... alterations ... that could potentially become permanent the more the victim tried to resist... or if an antidote was not administered before the end of the hour.

"Very rare, very potent.....their toxin is sought after by black markets across the world as an irresistable aphrodesiac with a few interesting side effects. But you'd know all about those, wouldn't you?"

"You're wondering why you're here? Simple...I have no intentions of dying to you, bitch. And while you may be loyal to Darius.....there's nothing in the contract that says you can't be somewhat loyal to me too. Especially if you need me.....and I think you know what I mean by that. My own little submissive assassin slave, wouldn't that be fun? It's only a matter of time before those nasty little juices of yours start flowing despite your considerable will, love. Just like its only a matter of time before you're getting your first taste of mine......a taste you'll crave until you die."

Her body chilled with fear, a temporary coldness. She could feel the aphrodisiac radiating from the small bright red punctures on her thigh. Knowing what the dark elf wanted, Alyssia began to scheme, while she still could. Despite the overwhelming hatred, she had enough reason to play along.

She calmed her internal agitation, letting the slow burn of the poison spread through her body, and sink into her mind. She would not fight it, not if she wanted to preserve her own sanity, but the price... it would have to be paid. Would her Master understand? Would he be angry with her decision...? Did she have a choice?

"I -I need... you' She breathed miserably as her face turned away, crimson with her admitted loss.

Tamara watched the bound assassin, enjoying every second of the way she strained against her bonds. She moved closer, her lips settling close to Alyssia's ear.

"Such a sweet little bitch, so brave to tell me what you want..."

Lazily, her tongue traced the outer curve of Alyssia's ear, just barely stroking it. Knowing that the slightest touch was merely making her want more. Alyssia shuddered at the lazy trail that chilled her skin, the shattered breath condensing into a low groan of pleasured anguish as Tamara moved and proceeded to seduce her nipples to stiffness. Marveling, hating that she was experiencing this from another woman.

"Tell me how I can help you." Tamara murmured, knowing how much the embarrassment of admitting just what she wanted would heat them both just a little more and savoring the deepening spread of crimson flame across her cheeks.

The smell of womanly arousal that perfumed the air couldn't be denied. She'd gotten this far... Caught in between need and self loathing, Alyssia squeezed her eyes close and whispered, "please... touch me... taste me... "

Tamara leaned down, her body pressing lightly against Alyssia`s. She whispered mockingly, knowing how the bound elf both hated and needed what she offered,"Certainly... but first kiss me like you mean it"

Alyssia hesitated as she forced herself to come to terms with what Tamara demanded of her. Slowly, she lifted her head and her lips stiffly met Tamara's. Tamara recognized the struggle taking place in Alyssia's mind, a struggle that she could feel in every screaming line of Alyssia's body, and the stiffness of her lips only punctuated the point.

"Not good enough. I said like you meant it. Let me show you..."

With that Tamara's fingers slipped into Alyssia's hair, her lips covered Alyssia's and she set out on a full out seduction. Her lips pressed, nibbled against and taunted Alyssia, daring her to respond.

Alyssia's entire body tensed at Tamara's first touch, trying to force herself to accept it and with Tamara playing on Alyssia's arousal... She couldn't keep up her ingrained distaste as she slowly caved in.

If the kiss wasn't enough, Tamara's free hand whispered over Alyssia's skin, stroking against her throat, tracing lines down her collarbone, across her arms, even the outer curve of her breast wasn't safe as Tamara teased and coaxed Alyssia to move past her revulsion.

Tamara's fingers drew abstract patterns against Alyssia's stomach, even down the column of her thighs, teasing and hinting at more. Making the bound beauty rise to her fleeting touches until her lips pressed in dire need to the promise of pleasure. Alyssia slowly sank into her body's cry for more as her tongue flicked boldly to taste Tamara's, gingerly savoring another woman's lips.

A soft moan vanished between lips and now, caught on the first taste, the barest whisper of 'more' was heard as the two break and meet for breath. Tamara breathed in a seductive response, 'mmm, much more indeed' as her fingers slid very lightly over Alyssia's mound, purposely avoiding the delicate bundle of senses clustered there.

Finally moving away from Alyssia's succulent lips, Tamara shifted down to her breasts, her lips and tongue excited each nipple in turn until they stood firm, trembling with Alyssia's shuddering breaths. Still she refused to touch her aching center, working Alyssia to a feverish pitch before moving in. Savoring the writhing of smooth flesh at the taunting touch of her skin. Already heated with induced arousal, her body took to flame like kindling.

When she was certain that Alyssia's bow was drawn taut with the reluctant desire thrust on her, Tamara joined her on the table, presenting her own treasure to the bound elf. Alyssia recognized the unspoken command and lifted her head. Slowly, she let her tongue trace the slit before her, hesitant with what she was doing. Her tongue dipped into the slit, sampling the honey of another woman. When Alyssia stumbled across her clit, Tamara leaned forward to respond in kind...

Tamara trailed the tip of her tongue over the small split that marked the entrance to Alyssia's treasure, tracing her tongue up and down that line until it opened for her, finding the slick heat inside. She could feel Tamara shudder as her teeth and tongue assaulted her clit, even as her own body responded to Tamara's caress, hips rising to meet Tamara's lips as a moan burst from her lungs. A moan that was supressed by the lips of Tamara's sex pressed against her mouth.

"Let - let me touch you... pleasure you... please..."

The soft plea broke the harmony of muffled moans that hung in the air while Alyssia writhed under Tamora's expert touch and strained against her ropes. A groan resonated the dungeon as Tamara paused to release Alyssia's ropes... and in a thrice, Alyssia upended her mistress, pressuring her against the table as her lips closed hungrily over her mistress'. Her kiss was demanding and feverish as one hand snaked in to coil with her hair. Her left hand began their own trail down Tamara's body, worshiping the goddess before her...

It was here that Alyssia began her genuine struggle, trying to find enough of her will to... fight. The hand tangled in her hair slid down firmly to cup Tamara's cheek as Alyssia nipped and kissed in turn. It had to be now.

Her hands moved fast; Alyssia was hardly aware of the strike until she could feel the hot warmth of Tamara's blood staining her fingers. She could feel the sensation of the blood pumping over her fingertips and the tightening of Tamara's throat in her hands... As Tamara fell limp, Alyssia arched back in a crazed cry, her entire body fighting against what she already had done...

Now that Tamara was gone, she began to slowly realize how little time she had left... and stumbled out of the room. With her senses dulled by both poison and arousal, she failed to notice the all too familiar mist gather around Tamara's body as Alyssia closed the dungeon door...

How she made it up the flight of stairs was beyond her, but with a small dripping trail of blood she burst into her Master's laboratory... "Thyranese adder... antidote... "

Leaving a handprint of blood along the door frame, she dropped to the floor in a withering pool of her own unsatiated arousal. Yet despite her need, she recoiled as her Master approached her...


OOC: Sorry it's such a loooong post. I have to thank LadyThunder for her help on coaching me to write a girl on girl scene. This is my first attempt, with lots of her help. I hope you like it.

 

[dryfter]

The door slammed open behind him, the warlock's heart jumping nearly into his throat. Spinning....his first thoughts were ones of anger at the unwanted intrusion.....

Anger that vanished just as suddenly at the sight of his beautiful pet, anguished and barely standing, having shouldered the door open. Sandaled feet spinning with a soft clack on the stone floor, moving almost the instant Alyssia had begun to sag to the floor.....

Far too late to catch her, strong hands moved instead to cradle her onyx head, preventing its ricochet off the unforgiving floor instead, grimacing as his own beautiful creation recoiled at his touch. Thyranese adder? Where the....he kept no such creatures in this tower?!

For a second, his heart went cold, even as skilled fingers slid beneath his robes. He had been prepared for a day's work rather than yet another of lovemaking. And as such, Darius always came prepared for as many surprises as possible......

A thick leather strap beneath the scarlet hued fabric.....and the worn pouch that it strapped to the inside of his bronzed thigh. Worried eyes sought to hold her own, though for some reason Alyssia refused to meet his gaze, even as he tickled a thin vial from his hidden cache....bringing it almost instantly to her full lips.....

"Drink. Its a universal."

Expensive but effective. The antidote he offered could cure even the deadliest of poisons if but taken fast enough. A good thing too.....for the warlock knew just how difficult remedying an actual adder antidote could be. Whatever the assassin had been exposed to.....and he had his guesses.....would have become a permanent part of her long before he could have had the answer to it brewed and ready to take.

Even now, he could feel her struggling.....against him.....against herself. At least the potion had gone down smoothly......

"It was Tamara, wasn't it?"

Scowling.....he waited for the reply he already knew was coming.......

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Pale mist coalesced over the broken form, dark skin glistening with darker fluid as the dark elf's last moments drew nearer......mist that formed easily into the form of a much paler elf......beauty worth dying before......a face that Tamara could take to her grave, the apprentice never having seen it before......

"Poor little thing....."

And what a voice.....so calming, melodious, soothing......like a mother.....or a concerned lover. And Tamara couldn't even gurgle a moan in response as her head slowly lifted from the cold cobblestone where it had lay sodden in her own lifeblood.

"What did she do to you?"

The end was coming.....yet it seemed to be long in its arrival.....Darius' apprentice not once suspecting that perhaps it was a magic far stronger than any she herself had ever weilded staving off the finality of the netherworld from claiming her. There was no pain....no jangling of nerves.....nay, perhaps just a small tinge of arousal......if she could even feel that yet......as the goddess overhead leaned just enough to drag a delicate tongue across the garish wound.

When had she stopped breathing? And why was she still alive? As each second passed, the stricken dark elf felt more and more the knot of fear welling beneath the glamour of adoration she felt pressed heavily over her mind. Just who was this woman....?

Dark eyes widened suddenly at the sensation of being pierced deeply, pulled in and trapped, held against a rending attack that laid the deepest bowels of her throat open......and she knew......

Shiress.....

It didn't take long. The girl had been on the edge after all, almost not even a meal. With a unceremonious plop, the vampiress casually dropped her lunch disrespectfully back into its sloppy resting place.....the apprentice eyes frozen forever wide in a look of hazy horror mixed with a strange contentment......

"You weren't even worth turning, you failure. But at least Darius can find you.....and when he does.....he'll know that his little runes won't keep me from her......she'll end up just like you, I promise."

 

[VampiricTouch]

His hands caught her head from hitting the floor, thankfully... but even that touch, the tenderness with which he held her made her body revolt against her. It was everything she could do to obey his command to drink. Her mind struggling to make her body obey the command at hand. Her lips sealed tight after swallowing the bitter liquid, afraid that her system would upend the precious concoction.

"It was Tamara, wasn't it?"

Her eyes closed as she nodded slowly... she could feel the antidote working... beginning from the two small puncture wounds on her thigh, radiating outward and soothing the twisted heat of the poisonous aphrodisiac. It was almost cold without desire warming her veins...

"I- I'm sorry... " Her eyes opened to focus briefly upon her Master before turning away.

"I had to... the effects would've been much worse if I didn't... " She rambled trying to sooth the rapidly diminishing regret of killing someone her body had desired so much... and for a brief second, savored the sweetness that still clung to her lips.

"Forgive me... she had to see me like this, I wasn't given a choice... b - but for what its worth..." Her hands lifted shakily, both drenched with drying blood, "She's dead. "

The last word whispered was accompanied by tears that rolled down her cheek. It took several moments before she noticed their fall and realized that even after the antidote was administered... she still craved that taste... and Tamora's words rang in her ears... 'a taste you'll crave until you die.'

Alyssia's hand lifted to touch his, wanting so much to be in his arms... but... that bitch had soiled her body... no. That wasn't true. She had offered it, begged for it, and now hated herself for it. She sat up and for the first time, hid her body from her Master.

"Forgi - no... I have no right to ask for that. Not when I've desired another, touched another, and tasted another like that... " Her voice was withered with hatred, a misery that was made all the worse by the diminished arousal drying between her thighs... evidence... that she had been aroused by someone other than her Master. The taste lingering upon her lips, proof that she hadn't resisted... not nearly enough.

 

[dryfter]

What could he say?

Was there anything he could say?

To take the pain and humiliation from her eyes.......to restore the fierce pride that had been there all these years.........that which he had fallen so in love with?

Through it all, he held her, until the last of the toxin was cleansed from her system and she ceased her fighting of it. Silent.....listening and learning for now, though he had a good idea of what had transpired......and the effects it had and could have had on his beautiful Alyssia.

She smelled of damp sex......and why not? Tamara knew her craft well, of that he was sure. How easily he too had been seduced by a dark body that glistened pink in all the proper places. And he too had felt the shame Alyssia must feel now.....that he had been all too easy of a conquest.

"At least she needed to use poison on you....."

The warlock felt his charge stiffen slightly in his arms at the words, and when her gaze turned upward in askance......he couldn't meet it......

"She preys upon weakness. And my greatest weakness was the loneliness that I felt until the day I brought you to me, Alyssia. She found no weakness in you.....and so she had to create one. Be proud of that."

When he rose from the marbled stone of his laboratory floor, it was with Alyssia cradled in his arms. Beneath the weight of another, he moved slower, but more deliberately.....choosing to carry her back to the room they had shared these last few nights, despite knowing that her recovery was speedy enough that she could walk should he decide to put her back down.

"I feel no sadness at her passing."

He kept his gaze forward, not really wanting to see if his calm demeanor at the death of his apprentice horrified her or not. He had no further need of the dark elf.......she had seduced her way into his bed for the last time.

The oak bound door that marked the entrance to the assassin's room swung open before them silently, almost as if they were expected. Moving immediately towards the bed, he laid her naked and still trembling form back down upon the soft mattress he had bought especially for her arrival.....

"Only that you had to be involved in this little matter. It's me who should be asking for forgiveness, Alyssia. I was reckless....thinking that the true threat to you came from Shiress....and allowing mine own to strike against you in such a way."

A soft hand brushed gently across her cheek....

"Abarai"

The gentlest of magics stole into her senses then.....dulling them.....relaxing.....and stealing away her mental anguish. Sleep did not come easily to elves like the two of them.....but for now.....perhaps it could ease her suffering.

In the meantime....it seemed his basement was in dire need of cleaning.