Exotic Auction

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania heard his words, but her eyes didn't open until he began running through the list of reasons why she might be afraid of him. The prideful look in her glaring eyes didn't waver until he brought to light the fact that she was afraid she'd liked what he'd done to her. Instead of faltering, however, the glare only hardened... which might have made it plain as day that that was, in fact, exactly why she feared him.

She lifted her chin just a notch, unwilling to admit it, not even to herself. Every time the thought came to mind that she had enjoyed what he'd done to her... the way he'd played her body like an instrument... she shoved the thought away and refused to consider it.

Her eyes turned away from him as he began to lavish his compliments on her again, trying to tune him out... not to listen... but then his tone changed from something tender and wanting to concern, and she had to look at him. He was kneeling near her foot, reaching out, and she pulled it back quickly, her knees bending and pulling up toward her chest, taking her foot out of his reach.

"It will heal," she said, and her voice held an edge to it that had nothing to do with fear... She'd shown him too much weakness already, now here he was seeing a wound that should have healed by now... but hadn't because her body had been denied what it needed. But it would heal, with more time and rest... it would heal and wouldn't even so much as leave a scar.

 

[dryfter]

"It will heal,"

Travis frowned softly as she shied away from his touch. He had seen her gaze harden....he had definately touched a nerve. She had been taken....and some part of her dark soul......had enjoyed it.

And yet if she thought he was going to brook this sudden rebellion against him, she was sadly mistaken. Like a viper, his hand shot out to firmly grasp her ankle, and pull her towards him. He cared little for how her bare ass scraped against the stone floor, they were mere scrapes, and they were inflicted by him as a result of her poor behavior. He braced himself for the kick he knew was coming, putting enough muscle behind his firm embrace of her slender flesh to deaden most of the force that might be forthcoming.

With a swiftness she'd been shown before....he leaned forward even as he held her gaze to trace a soft finger across the tight slit she had forgotten was even exposed in the midst of her fury towards him. The effect was galvanizing......

"Who did this to you?"

There was no humor in his voice. No teasing. Just hard edged steel. He would not tolerate the mistreatment of his fae....his Lyssania. Sandy blonde brows furrowed at the first signs of her silence.

"Answer me!"

His temper flared, though it had nothing to do with nights before. Her rebellion was annoying....but the marring of her flesh incensed him. She could feel his fingers tighten almost painfully about her ankle.

He released her then, more than aware that should he continue it would be he who may very well hurt her. And that was hardly his intent, not when his fury lie elsewhere.

"Did you find your breakfast satisfactory?"

He would have his answers, how difficult she made getting them would be up to her......

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania gasped, then let out a hiss that was half surprised, half angry at his handling of her. His grip around her ankle was painfully tight, and she realized it shouldn't have hurt so badly... He shouldn't have been able to grab her the way he did. He dragged her out, dragging her bare skin against the stone floor and she grit her teeth. Her foot tried to kick out at him or pull away, but he held her firmly.

A small growl-like sound escaped her throat as he tightened his grip on her slender ankle, demanding she answer him. And what answer would she give? Would she say no one and leave it at that? Would she tell him how she'd truly come to be burnt like that? Or would she tell him an even harsher truth she was sure he wouldn't believe, no matter how true it was?

He released her ankle and she curled it toward her body, bringing her legs around to one side and tucking them against her bottom before looking at him. His touch to her tender slit had begun a new war within her... half of her wanted to enjoy even that tiniest caress... but the other half wanted to growl at him for once again taking liberties she didn't feel he had the right to.

Then... almost as suddenly as his temper had come... his words shifted course and asked about her breakfast. That infuriating composure of hers slipped then, and she found herself letting out a soft, dark sound that was as foreboding as the deadly silence before a tornado. The chuckle increased in volume until it was a full, throaty laugh. It was bordering on hysterical as she threw her head back, hair falling away from her face and neck, exposing the long lines and full curves of her delicate body without ever being in the way.

The human was confusing, and the exhaustion of days without the proper care she needed was taking it's toll on her. "The food was fine," she managed to say, though she was still chuckling through the words even as she spoke them. Still though, she didn't answer his question about the burn... what was the point? He wouldn't believe her anyway... and fae could not lie.

Not that there was magic keeping them from doing so... but laws. If she was to be found in a blatant lie... she'd be handed a punishment far worse than death at the hands of her court's Queen.

 

[dryfter]

He watched her.....drinking in every movement, each contour of her sculpted body, delighted in the wild and musical laughter that burst from her throat, ominous or not. Yes, she was in fine spirits today.....much better than before.

The sight of your long tresses flowing behind her, her perfect neck and throat exposed and unware, uncaring of any threat he might pose. Oh were he a vampire, to take that which was offered, but even then would this woman truly be tamed?

That was his goal. And it would take more than a simple bite or draining of life to achieve it. Nor did he want it that easy, though the thought of her reaction was certainly an erotic one. He had a feeling that this one would have made an excellent dark princess for just such a creature....

"The food was fine."

"You seem to have regained some of your spirit."

Her laughter, dark though it may have seemed to anyone else, warmed his heart.....perhaps in the thought of how few may have heard such a sound from this delicate creature. And that thought brought back similar such sounds she had made just the evening prior......

"I can see that its time we resumed your training."

And just like that, her exuberance was gone as he knew it would be. Her eyes wary, following his every move like a hawk.

"Its a real simple step actually. Today, you're going to learn to call me Master. Depending on how you do......will determine punishment......or reward. A small submission to be sure, but I'm sure you disagree?"

From the look on her face, one that he met with a steady smile and soft look, he could just about tell how welcome that notion was to the proud fae.

"Come now....its not that hard.....just think back to how you felt last night.....all your sensitive flesh on display, your beautiful voice lighting the room with your empassioned moans. The reward might be worth one little word, yes? On the other hand, I still have yet to call you by name.....have you wondered why?"

A half smile.

"You said it yourself, little flower.......I can name you whatever I please, you are mine now. But in truth.....a pet's real name comes out in moments of great pleasure......or great duress."

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania's eyes narrowed to slits as she watched him, listening to his words. The mirth, hysterical as it had been, faded the instant he talked about her calling him Master. Never, ever, would she call any one... let alone any human, Master! Her hands had balled themselves into fists as the listened to his words about what he'd done to her the night prior, talking about it as if it were a reward.

She stood then, slowly, happy that she was finally free of her bonds, and looked him over. This was a difficult situation to judge... She could tell by the way he spoke so casually of speaking her name that he truly didn't know what it would mean if he did. Perhaps she could use that to her advantage. But first... first she had to put to rest his belief that she'd want him to do anything to her body like he'd done the night prior. Such a thing was a punishment... not a reward.

Never a reward. "I want none of your "rewards"," she said coldly as she stared at him. She said nothing about his punishments for now... instead she only kept a decent distance between them, her eyes watching him warily. "No human has ever been called Master by my kind... and you will not be the first."

 

[dryfter]

"I believe the proper response is.......yet."

He smiled into the mask of fury she levelled upon him, watched as she drew herself upright before him proudly despite her naked stature.....as if daring him to attempt to soil her with his touch again....daring him to test her claim that she didn't find what he offered her to be a reward in any way.....

And touch her he did....a lone fingertip tracing an idle path beneath the swell of one breast.....the barest of caresses, yet insistant enough, his arm extending to maintain contact she second she moved to back way from it.

"You won't call me Master......yet. You don't think the things I do to you are rewards.....yet. And nobody has tamed a creature as wild, as proud, and as unbelievably beautiful as you.......yet."

Would she use her magic again? Knowing now what she did, that he could strip her of its use almost certainly should her attack fail to kill or even immobilize him? There was always that possibility.....

Yet as he advanced, there was a coolness about his movements, as if each one were weighed deliberately in his mind before acted upon. Fingertips gave way easily to his palms as he held a full orb of flesh in his hand, gently kneading its firmness as he felt the first of her body's responses......

She was a drug.....and no matter how much she hated him.....no matter how much she loathed his touch.....he had to have more of her. The real trick.....would like in teaching her to crave the same things in him that he did each and every time he came into even the barest of contacts with her. Was it her magic? Or her dark, natural allure that fascinated him so? Perhaps it was a remnant of the night prior when he had drank so deeply of her.......

He didn't care. Let her magic rage about him.

Moving suddenly, her bluster....her rage filled diatribe about how he didn't deserve to touch her, and how she'd never......was silenced suddenly, blissfully......as his mouth moved over hers.....his hands already spreading their warm touch across flesh that seemed so chilled from being in the dungeon for so long......

One day soon perhaps.....he would see her outside of these walls. Though for now, though he had released her from his walls, she was still an animal to be tamed.....

Lest she one day bite him.

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania backed herself up until the wall met with her back... hard, cold, and unforgiving. What she wouldn't give to be able to be like that wall... No more soft flesh, no emotion... just there... Always there, strong and forbidding. Her mouth had opened to argue his "yet" speech, but he silenced her before she realized what was happening.

His mouth pressed and spread over hers, and while her eyes widened at first, they quickly began to droop closed. She shivered for a moment, goosebumps raising on her flesh, and for just the briefest of seconds, her body took over and she felt herself relaxing under his hand and mouth. He felt wonderful, she came to realize, and it was as this thought flittered through her mind like a butterfly moving inconspicuously from flower to flower that she realized there was something very, very wrong.

A frown furrowed her brow and she brought her hands up hard against his chest, pushing at him and forcing him to take a step back. "Don't touch me!" she managed to gasp, but the look in her face was more fear than anything, only tinged with anger and fury. Her body had a slight tremble to it, and she tried desperately to cling to her pride as she stared at him, inching along the wall, trying to get out of his reach.

 

[dryfter]

"Don't touch me!"

Twin palms slammed into his chest, halting his advance just seconds after their long turgid kiss broke. And yet....it hadn't been the response he had been expecting. There was no flare up of magic, just a soft tremor hidden deep with both voice, and the limbs that tried so hard to mimic iron and hold him off.

"Oh flower....."

His hands moved to the arms that held him at bay, having been denied their more intimate touches, so instead he turned even the simplest of touches into ones of utmost intimacy. Tracing softly, fingertips glided across the rippling muscle of her arms as it stood firm against him.....trembling softly, he could almost feel how weak her resistance truly was.

"I've poisoned you...."

He hadn't really, and she knew it. Hadn't used any further aphrodesiacs or tinctures to alter her mind or body in any way. And yet....her inner struggle was becoming more and more apparent. She had lost her innocence to him, and while she had hated him for it no doubt......when he had returned to the wild and lovely fey.....he had shown her that the things she had been missing in her life were truly worth having.....or at least that was his best guess.

A poison. Not toxic and deadly to her at all. But to her pride.....to her self image.....it was truly corrosive and corrupting.

"What if I said I want to taste you again? What if I said I want to drive those moans from your slender throat and make your body shake against me like a leaf in the wind? Will you offer me your nectar little flower? One day soon, you will.....you will come to know that you want what I have to give you."

Lips lowered, her flesh shuddering softly, suddenly uncertain as he brought them against a pale forearm. An opening....a weakening....and he was close again....his lips dancing softly across her collarbone.

"And when that day comes, you will call me Master....."

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania had never been one for prayer... She'd never been one to turn her eyes heavenward and look to some higher power to solve her problems... but in that moment, she felt as if the only way she'd deny him and survive was through fervent prayer. But then, why should she pray? She'd never broken any of the values or beliefs of her goddess, and yet here she was. Held captive by human filth...

Human filth that made her body respond to him in ways she simply couldn't ignore. Even at those moments, with his fingertips trailing ever so gently along the delicate skin of her arms, she was trembling. Trembling and part of her was wanting to draw closer to him. Why would her Goddess punish her so? To force her to these levels? To force her into a position where her very body would betray her?

Even as she stood there, staring at him through eyes that seemed to plead with him at the very same moment they were shooting daggers, her lips began to move quickly. Though the language wasn't one he'd know or likely recognize beyond the days prior exposures, the pattern was one most discerning folk could recognize. It had a sort of rhythm to it, a measure and a stance, and the tone was barely a whisper. She was praying, and her willpower was shrinking as she did so.

Her hands continued to push at him, as if pleading for him to back away, to leave her be, even while her body responded to the feel of his gentle lips on her skin. She wanted to fight him... part of her wanted to lash out with her magic and her body, to kill him... but the will to do so seemed to have been drained from her.

 

[dryfter]

The hands on his chest fluttered like wounded birds, ever more ineffectual at keeping him at bay....

A soft whispering in the air.....words undeciphered by human ears......and a regret that they weren't spoken louder in her melodic fae voice......

A tiny gasp interrupting the monologue as the lips that had been tracing her collarbone slowly dipped into the hollow between neck and shoulder....his tongue flicking out softly to gently lave across her perfect skin.....

Their bodies met. Hers pinned between the unforgiving stone behind her, and the suddenly heated flesh of the sturdy looking human that continued to torment.....to taunt.....and to delight her in ways Lyssania was doubtful to understand. Prayer was so fitting for her at this moment.....a moment when the twin signs of her unwanted arousal dragged across his linens hard enough to be felt underneath.....the moment when he let her feel the heat that just doing this to her.......created in him.

"What gods do you pray too, little flower?"

A gentle suckling motion.....as if to mark her delicate throat possessively before retreating without so much as a marring of her perfection.

"Do they answer you? Do they tell you what to do?"

A hand drifted lazily down her lithe frame to settle upon a soft, feminine hip. His head lowered further.....showering the quivering fae with fiery kiss that neared her firm, full breasts only enough to agonize....to coax ever further.

"You are not an object of the gods, anymore....."

With a soft moan of his own, he broke her prayer.....silence reigning as another deep kiss was inflicted upon her already faltering stature. Long seconds passed as he teased and cajoled the inner sanctum of her mouth to revel and dance with him......

Yet there was no teasing when he retreated, his own breath coming fast and hard, his clothing restricting and far too stuffy for his liking. Instead.....the roguish mischief he had displayed so often was replaced with a keenness.....a clarity of mind as he took in the sight of her and her myriad reactions to his attentions......

"You're mine now. And I won't share you with anyone....not even your gods."

 

[Jewelskye]

Her body was responding to him more and more, and when he forced his own body to press flat against her own, she let out a soft whimper. The sound seemed somehow a mixture of defeat and panic, and her breathing increased until it was a series of small, short gasps. "Don't... no..." she managed to get out between gasps, her shaking hands lifting and balling to fists, pounding at his shoulders and upper chest weakly.

Tears built in her otherworldly eyes and she stared up at him imploringly. "Please... please, no..." she managed to get out, fighting back a sob at the same time. Her head bowed as she struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to fall, her hands relaxing from their fisted forms to rest on his upper chest, fingers curling around the fabric of his top.

Her body was still hot with want for him, her nipples hard, and her sex had grown moist enough it was wetting the insides of her upper thighs. Her goddess had forsaken her... leaving her at his mercy, forcing her body to enjoy the things he was doing to her, and she was sure a piece of her soul had died, only to be replaced by something new he'd created. "This isn't me..." she whispered, more to herself than to him, and inwardly, she took up repeating it like a mantra. "This isn't me... it isn't me... it isn't me..."

 

[dryfter]

He took no pleasure in the breaking of her pride. The begging and soft pleading paining him slightly as he slowly slipped a finger between soft and supple thighs to trace her womancleft with its tip and bring about an immediate reaction.

"This is you."

Still there was no mockery in his tone as he lifted the digit before her, noting the tears half shimmering in those deep exotic eyes of her as she gazed upon her own juices....

"This is you moistening at the touch of a filthy human. The sound your hear is your breath racing from a few illicit touches, inflaming lusts you've kept hidden all along. The thought of being valued excites you, even if its as a valued pet. Such a twisted world you come from........but this is you."

Travis leaned in close once more....his heated breath dancing across pale trembling flesh......drawing just close enough to give a dark, swollen nipple a soft kiss before gazing back up at her.

"You're beautiful. Perfect. A dark angel, wild and untamed.....but you're bending. I can feel your desire, my lovely flower.....I can taste it......just as I did when last we tarried in such a manner."

And then he was gone. Standing up, the nobleman took a few steps back, despite the pounding of his own pulse, deep within his chest and loins. All contact with her, severed......

"Shall I take my leave of you then? Let you huddle in misery and bolster defenses that crumble so easily beneath my touch? I could let you pretend that this isn't you for one more day.....I'm not unkind......if that's how you truly wish to spend your time."

Taking a step forward, a soft hand ran through her silken hair, seemingly unaffected by the dust of her surroundings......

 

[Jewelskye]

In most cases, Lyssania was nothing if not sure of herself. All her life, she'd been looked down upon. She was a skilled fighter, her magic was powerful, but her breeding was not what so many at the courts would consider "deserving". The only way to climb the ladder, so to speak, was to kill those above her... Prove herself to them. Prove that she was, in fact, worthy. Worthy of all their respect, their loyalty... even their fear. And yet to challenge so many of those above her, she'd be considered a traitor.

He touched her again, though the touch was more intimate now... it pressed between the moist folds of flesh between her legs, tested her, and came out victorious, bearing the juices that were the fruits of his labor. The tears finally fell then, sliding down porcelain cheeks, tiny little droplets that seemed at once water and blood mixed together.

When he stepped back, she felt bereft... cold... empty. Something very important was missing, something she almost felt she needed as badly as she needed the shadows and the dark to survive. Had she so quickly lost his favor? Had he seen her defenses break before him and decided she wasn't strong enough? Had he, like so many before him, looked at her and thought her unworthy? Undeserving?

And yet... wasn't that exactly what she wanted? Didn't she want him to back away, didn't she want him to stop? His hand touched her hair and Lyssania found herself for once unsure. She didn't know, truly, what she wanted... She wanted to feel worth something to someone, and part of her was pleased by his continued pursuit of her.... but she also wanted to be free. She wanted to return to her home, she wanted to return to her old life.

That old life... which she knew deep down she couldn't never go back to. A human had had her... had taken her innocence, had tainted her... she'd never be allowed back in the courts.

What did she want? What was possible for her to have now? Her eyes lifted as his hand settled itself gently in her hair, and she opened her mouth to speak. For a long moment she simply stood there, no sound coming forth, unable to answer his question.

"Kill me..." she managed to whisper finally, her eyes looking up into his own, pleading with him silently, even though part of her knew he'd never give her that one request.

 

[dryfter]

"Kill me..."

The hand in her hair paused in its gentle ruffling of her raven tresses. Well that was unexpected.....

"I will kill you."

He could feel her stiffen slightly beneath his touch......even before his lips found the unprotected tip of one ear.....teasing the soft point, brushing against the sensitive flesh before parting just enough to let it inside....the warmth of already inquisitive tongue eager to taste her once more.

"I will kill you.....and you will be reborn from the ashes like the pheonix of legend. The same, yet infinitely different."

His movements were slow....purposeful.....almost as if daring her to defy him, his touch already dangerously close once more.....seeking out the parts of her that seemed to radiate confused lust.....all in plain view, a breast cupped softly in a palm.....an erotic pattern traced just south of swollen nether lips, on the palest of skin by fingertips too coarse to produce anything worthwhile for craftsman of her kind. Yet produce they did.....another kind of labor.....and she would be he reward......

His breath hovered over her ear.....his words husky and heated as they sought her out......

"Have you ever thought you'd be so accepting of such a dagger?"

The burning touch on her thigh climbed steadily higher....the length of a lone digit testing her wetness once more, delighting in her response....

"Part your petals, little pheonix flower.....part them, and I will drink of your nectar.....your essence once more."

 

[Jewelskye]

"N-no... this isn't what I wanted... this isn't what I asked for..." she was panicked again, her hands finding his wrists, forcing him back, showing far more strength than one so slight should be able to demonstrate. Holding him at that distance, the length of her arms, she half stepped, half stumbled side ways, out of his reach, out of the prison his body and the wall created.

Her eyes were wide, frightened, confused. "I am not... will never be... that. Not to you... not to anyone..." she gasped, though she was on the verge of tears again. One arm crossed to hide her breasts from view as she stumbled backward, away from him, her other arm hovering in front of her sex, hiding it but not clinging to that part of her body, ready to lift to stop him again.

Her chin was quivering now as she questioned just what she was... She obviously wasn't what the warrior she'd always believed she was... She wasn't strong enough to be a warrior, nor disciplined enough to be a mage of the courts, or pure enough to be a priestess of the goddess. If she were stronger... she could have killed him and all who belonged to him. If she were more disciplined... his touch would do nothing for her. If she were more pure... he would not have been able to lay a finger on her, as the goddess would never have allowed her favored priestess to be defiled in such a way.

So what was she? Not warrior, not mage, not priestess... What did that make her? A whore the cruel voice in the back of her head that sounded so much like her mother whispered. You're a whore, the human's whore, and he'll take his pleasure of your body until he tires of you and throws you into the sunlight to burn if you're lucky. Otherwise, he'll stick you in a brothel where his brethren will come to you and leave you fat with child. Human child, carried by the human's whore.

Her lips were trembling even as she shook her head, still backing away from him, her hands moving up to her face, covering it as she backed herself into the wall again, though she was several feet away from him.

"I'm not... I'm not a whore..." she whispered softly, though her voice sounded broken, defeated.

 

[dryfter]

"NO."

The word echoed off the stone surrounding her with the force in which it was delivered. She was crumbling before him....barely struggled to keep herself covered.....and yet, this was the conclusion she had come to? This was why she resisted.

The grin returned to his face, but none could mistake the look of malice beneath that gaze, it was a look he had kept well hidden from her until now. Yes, he could be a gentleman......and a rogue.....and sometimes both at the same time.....

"If another man touches you. Kill him. One day, you will accept that as an order. An order from your Master."

Moving faster than she'd seen since he first appeared inside her locked and cold world once more, he seized her delicate chin between thumb and forefinger, forcing fae eyes to meet his own.....

"You are NOT a whore. I'm certainly not paying you for what I'm taking from you. At least not in coin."

Her hands had moved to her face.....leaving the rest of her body on display for his whim.....and yet, it only took the barest of touches to have her undivided attention once more.....

"Do you really think that I would remold you as a whore? Perhaps share you with my friends, and fellow noblemen? You're strong. Strong enough to question that strength as it crumbles beneath a touch that stirs emotions you've never felt before. Did you think yourself without weakness?"

The flat of a hand slid smoothly across her bare, concave stomach.......when had he closed the distance between them? And even now, he drew closer, he longed for the feel of her against him again.....her demure curvature melding so perfectly with his own.

"I will flaunt you. And I will leave it to you to find pride in your own beauty.....or deny that you are beautiful and instead be ashamed. Every noble in this city will know your name. And none but me will ever touch you as I touch you now."

And when she dared to lower the hands from her face, his lips were there.....kissing fervently whether or not resistance was shown. Face.....neck.....shoulders.....collarbone.......the fae couldn't possibly hope to keep them all covered in her state.

"All will know that you are mine, Lyssania."

 

[Jewelskye]

She jumped at each of his touches, further lamenting the lack of discipline she was showing. Were it not for the effect he had on her... what he was doing to her... He never would have been able to come within ten feet without her knowing where he was and when and how to stop him from coming any further. He'd have been dead long before he reached her... if only she were better. He told her he would flaunt her... use her as a trophy in front of the other humans. The shame that mere thought brought to her showed clearly in her eyes, and she lowered them, turning her head away despite the hand that struggled to hold her chin in place.

His lips moved over her cool, satin-smooth skin and she shuddered, but it was not as strong of a reaction as the one she'd shown him earlier had been. Her body's reactions were sobered by the realization that she'd spend the rest of her days, until he cast her into the sunlight, being a decoration for his arm. This was no life for a warrior... and no warrior would fall prey to this type of life. She was still trembling, though not with desire or fear anymore... it seemed as if her strength was gone, and that very strength had been replaced with this constant need to move that came in the form of shaking limbs.

And then... he spoke her name. He spoke it with a force of will behind the words that staggered her. A loud gasp left her, eyes widening and head thrown back slightly. She felt the pull deep within her... deeper than the physical could ever hope to reach. It was a soul-deep tugging, then a wrenching, and she fought to hang on to what his words were trying to force from her. Her hands, shaking, went to the area between chest and stomach, palms flattening there even as her body began to bow, to curl in around that area. She looked as if she'd been struck hard, as if there were some kind of physical pain just from his words.

But the pain wasn't physical in the least... it was deeper than that, and the look in her eyes showed it as she dropped to her knees, her eyes shifting from looking at the ceiling to his eyes. There was no fighting it... no going back anymore. He'd invoked her name, and with it there were terrible consequences. "No..." she managed to whisper breathlessly, tears spilling down her cheeks once more. "No, no..."

Her hands continued to cup over that place on her torso, refusing to move as they held the area as if holding a wound, as if trying to stop blood from flowing though no vitae seemed to be seeping from between her fingers.

 

[dryfter]

"No, no..."

Well he certainly hadn't been expecting that.

The young nobleman could do little at first but stare at the once elegant, proud creature he had brought to this place. He had intended to break her, yes.....had thought to bend her to his will certainly......

But the utterance of her name......

Their eyes met, tears streaking her ghostly visage, was it a trick of the dim lighting that made those silveresque rivulets seemed tinged with blood? Open and closed, her mouth worked, as her body shuddered and trembled.....her hands clutched fervently against her body, yet seeming to tremble from exertion......

Had he shattered her?

"I will kill you.....and you will be reborn from the ashes like the pheonix of legend. The same, yet infinitely different."

His own words echoed in response to the remorse that had begun to rise within his guilty consciousness. Never had he seen the proud fae reduced to such a pathetic state.....his own state of arousal quickly evaporating before a need to preserve her well being.....

Dropping to one knee, he cradled her silently in his arms. For long minutes he held her.....growing more and more concerned as her shaking continued, never once lessening in its wracking of her delicate frame. Never once did her hands stray from where she had pulled them to, even as she curled in further against him......

"Here.....lay down. I had no idea simply saying your name would have such a profound effect on you....."

He spread his own cloak before her......the softest bed she'd been offered since she had arrived in this shadowed place. Taking her by her wrists, he could feel her flinch, could see her eyes widen as he directed her towards the makeshift bed. And for the briefest of moments.....her hands left her body......her defeated moan echoing through the room.......colored with horror and dispair......

Travis paused, watching in stunned silence as a soft translucence emerged from beneath the fae's hands, floating in the air between them. A silence that only deepened as he rose to his feet in an attempt to distance himself, suddenly wary. His trepidations worsened even further as he risked a glance at Lyssania....her tired eyes fixated on the floating mass as well, his own eyes widening at the sight of her midriff.....a non descript blur of moving color.......

The distraction was enough......

The air was heavy.....charged with ozone for a moment that seemed to drag on forever......Travis was only barely aware that whatever it was, it had touched him. No.....more than that. It had reached for him.....its amorphous shape shifting into a tendril he had been too stunned to notice until the moment he had caressed a ruddy cheek. And as he opened his mouth to scream.....it had rushed forward with a speed he hadn't thought possible......drawn in with the air around him......strangling any scream he might have uttered.......

And he would have screamed. Until the walls themselves vibrated with the sound. Until Lysannia's delicate ears ruptured from the pitch. Instead......silence.

Every muscle every nerve ending burned. Beneath clenched eyelids his emerald orbs dialated wildly, yet even as such, he missed little. He could still hear the sound of her sobbing quite clearly.....right up until the moment it stopped. The shifting of her smallish frame on the sturdy cloth he had provided, the soft whimper as she struggled to sit up once more......

And her heartbeat. He could hear it. How was that even possible? And when had the pain ended? Cautiously, Travis opened a single eye.....peering about the room as if half expecting another agonizing attack. Seeing no more of the strange phenomenon, his face settled back into a more fatigued version of its usual self......and.....did it seem lighter in here?

For an attack, he certainly didn't feel worse for wear. Checking all functions mentally, the rogue couldn't find a single thing that was even aching anymore after all that......in fact, he felt amazingly good. Better perhaps than he'd felt in years, if ever before.....

"Now I know how you felt when I activated your bindings......"

It was her....it had to have been her. An attack of some kind. But if that were the case.....why then had she looked so weak? It couldn't have been trickery, as the fae who even now tried to rise before him seemed barely able to do so......

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania watched that piece of herself leave her body, ripped from her by his words. He backed away, looking wary. Perhaps, if he realized it was his own fault... he'd regret saying her name. In those moments, maybe... but after? It was doubtful. She watched as part of her soul... her very essence... left her body and entered his own. Pain was written across his face, but she couldn't find pity in herself for him. Not knowing that when it was all over, he'd probably feel better than he ever had in his life... He'd gain at least some small gifts from what he'd stolen from her... and she'd be forever bound to him.

When the pain left his face and he was able to speak again, she was steadily trying to climb to her feet, though she lacked the strength to do so. With his energy level up, hers felt like it had fallen through the floor. She was exhausted, and it showed on her face, but she tried to force herself to be stronger than she knew she could be in those moments.

He spoke of activating her bindings and she paused in her pursuit of gaining her footing. Instead, she simply let herself fall to sit on the floor again, her back finding the wall and leaning against it as a bitter laugh left her. At first, it was just a chuckle.. but it grew louder, more boisterous, with time until she sounded nearly hysterical and tears slid down her cheeks again, still that odd blood-tinted mix.

One hand lifted to run through her hair as her eyes closed and she gave into the hysteria that rushed in on her. It was over now.. there was no use in fighting him. His will would always be felt, and it would be a struggle to go against it, even if he wished her to. More of a struggle now than ever before. She'd feel his pain, sense his emotions, inherently know when he was experiencing strong emotions... be they happiness, fear, sadness, or even lust.

The laughter gave way suddenly to a racking cough, and she covered her mouth with her fist, only to pull it away to find thick, dark blood on her hand. It was only a few droplets, but she knew the binding that had happened between them had taken a large toll on her body. It would take time and rest for her to regain her strength, for the damage to heal. When the coughing fit ended, she sighed and let her head rest against the wall now.

"I imagine you feel a good deal better than I did after you activated them," she said in a hoarse voice. "Come to think of it... I think I felt better after you activated the bindings than I do now. You must be quite pleased with yourself."

 

[dryfter]

"I imagine you feel a good deal better than I did after you activated them," she said in a hoarse voice. "Come to think of it... I think I felt better after you activated the bindings than I do now. You must be quite pleased with yourself."

"Heh."

It was more of an uncertain type of chuckle than an actual laugh, an almost derisive snort that she thought he would be enjoying this. Though there was truth in the onyx haired beauty's words too.......Travis was indeed having a hard time thinking of a time he'd felt more.....vibrant.....alive.

Power didn't come lightly. And it never came free. That was one of the first lessons he had learned as a young guttersnipe just trying to stay fed amongst the city's countless hidden homeless and orphaned. Begging hadn't been to his liking.....it led nowhere but more begging......but stealing.....

He had ascended the ranks of the Thieves Guild slowly and inexorably. Yet it wasn't until the old man's death that he finally achieved the places in life he had always longed for.....the price of that new life......had been death. And not a day went by that Travis didn't secretly thank whatever gods were watching over him that it hadn't been his.

The blond rogue glanced casually over towards Lyssania, taking in with a moment's gaze her fatigue and the discoloration on her hand that looked all too much like blood when her coughing fit had finally ended. Taking a concerned step towards her......he froze......

What was that? For a second, he could almost swear he saw something......translucent and slender, like the thinnest strand of spider silk connecting the two of them. And yet, when he turned his eyes upon it......

Had he been imagining it? Try as he might, he couldn't conjure the image again......

"Proud of myself? Hardly. It seems I've nearly shattered you, and as much as you must think otherwise, that's hardly my plans for you, stubborn fae."

He was close again, and yet there was none of the sexual intent, the teasing he had initiated before. Strong, possessive arms wrapped around her in all her bitterness.....

Smallish feet lifted off the floor......he could hear the squeak of surprise she uttered when he turned towards the door of her cell.

"There is a bath just down the hall. I use it primarily to keep my slaves clean and presentable. I had hoped to move you to a private chamber soon, but this will do for now."

He could feel her tense against him as the door opened, relaxing for some reason as it opened into a dim torch lit passage, several similar looking doors lining the walls. It would take the master of this place to know which held the way out....and which barred the way towards their destination.

Minutes seemed like hours, and yet despite the time, she grew no heavier in his arms, nor did he grow tired of holding her. Indeed, it was a struggle to hold back his once again burgeoning arousal for her......the scent of her hair and the natural perfume she seemed to exude filling his nostrils. Unbidden, her taste came back to him from the day before.....and he salivated at the thought of taking advantage of her weakness.....

But that was as far as it went. He knew what it was like to be taken advantage of, especially while weak.

Steaming hot water poured into an large washbasin, as he reached for a new sponge, knocking away a soiled much used one in disdain.....

"Sit."

His jaw nearly dropped as Lyssania obeyed.......without question.....and without fight......

Hopefully a good soak would help regain some of her luster.....

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania was far from inclined to believe him when he said that shattering her was the last thing he'd wanted to do. Despite how much she wanted to believe him to be lieing, she knew he wasn't and the overwhelming truth of his words hit her like a ton of bricks. She swayed some as she sat there, one hand having to lower to the floor to catch herself before she fall over. She'd always known what was entailed with these types of bonds... but she'd never realized how powerful they could be.

In fact, as she looked at him quizzically, wondering at the sheer force the bond delivered his wishes through, she wondered if there wasn't something more to their connection. If there weren't some reason why this tie seemed so much more powerful than any she'd ever heard of. If he'd truly wished her to give herself to him, she would have done so without question... her strength was too little for her to be able to fight against him at that point. She'd have exhausted herself to please him if he'd truly wanted it.

When he lifted her, she let out a small surprised sound, looking up at him through wide, even frightened eyes as he carried her toward the door. When he reached out to open it, she tensed, half expecting there to be sunlight on the other side of the heavy wood. When only dim lighting met her, the light cast by torches, she relaxed and even let out a sigh of relief. The trip to the wash room did not take as long for her as it took for him, and she could feel the pull of his body's desire on her senses, making her own sex dampen as the images of them entwined formed in his head and flowed through their connection to her own.

She closed her eyes, trying desperately to push the thoughts back until a sort of... firm finality struck her with bodily force and made her shudder in his arms. He wanted her, but he refused to have her. An overwhelming feeling of rejection swelled in her as the knowledge that he wouldn't take her filled her head and she blinked several times, struggling to remind herself that he obviously did want her... but for some reason wouldn't take her. Why was it that with this new bond in place, she wanted so desperately to be in his favor? To give him what he wanted? Following his wishes was one thing... but to be so emotionally effected by his desire and his will when they fought against each other?

Wiping at the tears that welled so readily in her eyes at the emotions swirling inside of her, she kept her eyes off of his face until he set her down in the bathing room. At his command, her body moved without her permission, sitting her on one of the benches, her eyes downcast and hair falling around her like a tattered obsidian curtain, tangled and messy. Lifting her eyes, she watched him with a soft sigh slipping from her lips. If only the bond worked the other way around... but that would require her to take a piece of him within her, something she'd never, ever do. It was bad enough to be bound to him... she wouldn't have him bound to her.

Though... she had to wonder just how deep their connection went. How far? How powerful? What lows could his will force her to? Could she fight him at all when she'd regained her strength?

 

[dryfter]

He took his time. While he had no intentions of testing the limits of her battered frame, beautiful and alluring as it was, he could at least allow himself this. The sponge moved across her pale flesh slowly, until she fairly shimmered from the neck down, the warm water already cooling against her supple flesh as it clashed with the chillier dungeon air. The fact that she hadn't struggled....hadn't even made a sound since she had sat down....amazed him. It was as if the proud defiant woman who had spat in his face just a few days ago was gone completely......

The soft sponge ran gently across hardening nipples......was that arousal? Or the shift in temperature? Both maybe? Whatever it was, it certainly toyed with the perverted thoughts in his own mind as well.

"Sit up. Back straight. Thrust your chest out like you're proud of your breasts. You should be....you're probably the most beautiful woman to have ever sat in this chair."

And again, amazingly, she obeyed.....her full orbs of flesh thrust outward almost as if inviting his touch.

"I'm not sure what its like where you come from, but in this house, you're a very important person......or you will be when you're fully trained. It won't do to see you hanging your head like a whipped puppy. The only one here who holds power over you is me. I will reiterate once more.....if another man ever touches you.....you have every right to kill him."

Travis grinned. Already there had begun mutterings of discontent. It seems several of his previously trained sluts were beginning to grow jealous of the time he was spending with the new girl....a girl that as of yet they'd not even been allowed to see.

"Stand up."

No hesitation.....Travis found himself staring at long, coltish legs, well muscled and toned.....certainly not the legs of a peasant girl. Legs that fit so perfectly with the rest of her otherworldly appearance.....her whole body an eroticly seductive show that had called to him like a siren's song.....

And at the apex of those creamy pale thighs......

The sponge ran smoothly across the fae's thighs......and it was all he could do to keep his jaw from hanging stupidly as those same thighs parted easily to allow him to wash the place he himself had violated just days earlier.....

Was it his imagination.....or was that a little moan? By now the water was growing a little tepid.....and yet.....warmth?

Leaning forward, he placed a soft kiss on the edge of one shapely hip.

"One day, I think I would very much enjoy seeing what it would be like to be seduced by you, my little flower......the husky flame of lust lighting your eyes.....a proud need to be desired by the only one who truly cares for your existence."

A sharp slap on her tight little ass, a gasp, and a soft handprint when contact retreated.

"For now, you need rest. I've pushed you to your limits. And as much as you may want me to....I've no intention of killing you. Come.....let us return to your cell, and I'll send for blankets......and perhaps something to dress yourself with in the morning. Naked, I approve of.....dirty.....certainly not. Which reminds me.....sit back down."

The second she had settled back into place, he launched into motion once more....gathering a twin pair of bottles.....and the tepid sponge, handing them to her with a wink and a smile.

"You're hair.....I washed your body, the least you can do is wash your hair. I hope you don't mind, but I'm staying right here to watch you deal with that mess."

The swelling in his slacks was undeniable now, but it was controllable. With a soft smirk, the nobleman leaned against the simple stone of a wall.....acting every bit like he was about to watch a show......

And enjoy every minute of it.

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania stood and sat obediently through the entire thing, even adjusting her posture as he directed, though she failed to think of herself the way he wished. Perhaps that was one thing he couldn't do with this connection... he couldn't affect her thought process, or at least her opinion on things. He told her she was important, second only to him, but she very seriously doubted that it would be that way for long, even if he truly seemed to feel it was true.

There was some kind of amusement radiating from him as he told her how important she was compared to others, but she couldn't figure out what his thought process was pointing too. There was too much going on.. surprise, a flare of lust and desire that made her legs tremble slightly, then the feel of the sponge between her thighs that caused a shaky, quiet moan to sound in her throat. She felt surprise from him at that, and wonder as he continued to work over her body, her cool skin only temporarily warmed by the water.

When he handed her the sponge and two bottles to wash her hair with, she was surprised and blinked some at them. Sniffing the bottles for a moment, she seemed confused before she did the only thing she knew how to do. Setting the sponge aside, she slid off the chair and into the water as far as she could go before dunking herself under, her hands pulling the length of her hair under with her. For a few long moments, she stayed under, holding her breath and relaxing before surfacing with a soft gasp, breasts heaving with the slight effort. Gathering her hair, she moved to the chair once more and began to wring it out.

After a moment, she sat there and simply looked at him. He seemed to be expecting something, and the bottles were sitting by, forgotten. He continued to stare expectantly, and she seemed confused, glancing at the bottles as he did. He seemed to be waiting for something, but she couldn't tell exactly what. After a moment, she opened one of the bottles and sniffed it again, to find it sweet smelling, like flowers. Wild flowers... day blooming flowers. Her stomach churned at the scent, but he seemed to be watching her, waiting for her to do something.

With a defeated sigh, she shook her head and poured some of the thick liquid into her hands before working it into her hair from root to tip. She used it sparingly, and was surprised to find it coming to suds as she worked it in. He couldn't expect her to leave the stuff in like that... so she quickly went back to her knees, dunking her head under the water to wash the stuff out with hasty fingers. Once that was done, she stood straight once more and stood shivering some, her arms hugging herself as she left the second bottle sitting there. "Do you have something I can use to brush it?" she asked through slightly chattering teeth, looking around the room. If she didn't get a brush through it soon, it would truly be in a worse state than before... and for someone with hair as long as her own, that was truly a bad thing.

 

[dryfter]

And what a show he got.....

Through it all, Travis remained silent, save for the pulsing of his blood pounding in his ears, a pounding gently echoed from the swollen bulge in his pants. She was suddenly so shameless.....standing from her bathstool to completely immerse herself in the washbasin.

And then....as long moments passed and he had begun to worry, that perhaps his proud new pet had found a way to slip from his control by drowning herself before his very eyes, the surface of the water rippled gently before exploding outward in a shower of droplets sent spinning through the air by wildy shaken hair.....

Her body arched, breasts flaring prominanty outward, like a mermaid breaking surf, the blonde nobleman could do nothing but stand and stare.....

She seemed confused by his stare as well.....easily returning to her stool before mistaking the looks he was giving her for a lack of shampoo. It was beyond simple lust, what he felt. It was the act of burning every perfect curve of her lithe and graceful body into his brain, committing each gentle swell to memory......and the realization that she was his.......whether she liked it or not.

Lathering up the lilac scented shampoo in her hair once again drew his attention to her womanly mounds, Travis found himself swallowing hard.....remembering how they had felt in his hands just moments ago.....so smooth, warm to the touch despite her frigid behavior. It was all he could do to not take her right there and forget his vow to let her rest and regain her strength as she bent over before him......no longer seemingly concerned about protecting her delicate pussy from him, displaying it rather brazenly instead as she dunked her head into the basin to rinse the suds she had created......

"Do you have something I can use to brush it?"

That beautiful lilting voice of hers again......it took a few seconds before the question registered......and he returned to her with a wooden handled brush, a pitiful specimen compared to what she should be using, and was no doubt used to.

The soft edges of his cloak slid around her unsuspecting body, he could feel her jump slightly at his touch, but only briefly.

"Don't get me wrong.....I love the sight of you, naked......but you're shivering, little flower.....I'm not so cruel that I would see you freeze down here. I'll be having blankets and such sent to your cell as well. You'll need fear no further training today......at least not until I figure out what just happened, unless of course you're suddenly willing to tell me?"

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania was somewhat surprised by him covering her with his cloak as she stepped out of the bath, but took the brush he handed her with a hand that was beginning to slow from how it had been trembling only moments before. Their fingertips brushed and though her own hands felt like ice, the second their hands brushed, a full-body shudder ran through her, chasing what had felt almost like a wave of fire that started where his skin met hers before moving through her entire being.

She seemed shocked as she looked at him through wide eyes, surprised far more than before at this new development. He asked if she wanted to explain what had happened, and she paused. Did she really want to share it with him? Her knees felt slightly weak from the heat that had flared through her at that most gentle of touches and she sighed. This had happened because he did not realize the power in her name... Could this become worse if she did not tell him what had happened? What he had done?

Her eyes lowered, searching the floor at her feet as she fought with herself. On a deep, instinctive level she wanted to tell him all she knew, but she knew that was because that's what he wished to happen. It was an internal struggle of wills... his, and her own. And his was winning.

A soft sigh of defeat left her as she lifted her eyes. "There is a reason why so few humans ever hear a fae's name uttered... Why I did not wish to tell you mine." She steeled herself for what she would have to impart to him... the power she could possibly be giving him... but perhaps if he knew it... he would be more wise in his use of such things in the future. "When a fae's true name is spoken with a strong enough force of will behind it... that fae is vulnerable. For some fae, it simply means that we are temporarily affected by the wishes of the one who spoke it. For others..."

She let her eyes find his own here, the levity of what she was about to say weighing heavily in the hues of her eyes even as her hands began to work the brush through her hair, starting at the ends and working upward slowly. "Think about what you said when you uttered my name... and how you were feeling. Think about the conviction you used..." There was pain weighing heavily in her eyes, as if she truly felt wronged, on a soul deep level. He'd done more than claim her body... he'd raped her very soul, taken a piece of her essence from her and held it fast within himself.

"We are bound now, you and I... or shall I say, I am bound to you. A piece of my soul will forever reside within you. The only chance that it will ever be returned to me is in whether or not it is released when your body dies and your soul travels to the otherworld." She didn't dare say more on it, tell him how deeply this connection effected her... she wasn't sure how to put it, or if he'd even wish to know the extent of his power yet.