Post by BadInfluence on Aug 6, 2014 15:19:04 GMT 9.5
°€ternal Ⱳinter°
†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *It’s a special thing… To make one of her kind withdraw from the slumber that takes them all in time, dragging them out of the vast, resplendent world of what their dreams are… She had been so happy there, lost in the radiant heaven of that place, spending eons with her beloved one… Yet… Something was indeed dragging her back, making her mind and her body reform once more… What was this thing then, that shattered her dream, that made her settle into her shell once more? Did her beloved come back, was he finally reborn, waiting for her to find him once more?... A moments search told her it was a false hope, for she could still find his soul, no more than she could find him… So if not for him… Then who? Her Son, perhaps? Which one? Oh..? A bit if another search, her fingers sliding over the liquid silk of the world about her, tossing trillions of images up into the air like motes of glitter… Each one was an event, a memory, a moment in time while she had been asleep… She tossed most away with a flick of her wrist, keeping only those that belonged to her friends, to those whom she knew…. She wasn’t looking for specifics mind you, just scanning, searching for an event strong enough to wake her from her rapture... She saw her son’s life since she had left him… Boring… She had never much cared for that one, too much like his father for her own liking really, a bit too…. Broken… Oh… Wait…. She stopped, drawing in to one specific little spec, a bit darker gold than the rest…. Blood had been spilled in this one… Someone had died… What caught her attention was the flash of white in it… Rather like herself… She tilted her head, seeing the very petit, thin little witch elf with her son… She saw them murder someone… It was then that she truly stropped, gathering up the little spec in her hand then, rolling her finger over it, enlarging it… A bit of a tinkering with the time inside it, rewinding the moment, searching for his face… Before the two of them had destroyed it… She saw him then… The victim… She didn’t know his story, she didn’t know the role he had played in their lives, or the part he had played in life… What she saw was what she wanted… He was… Stunning… That heart that had long been still, cold and dark, felt just…. The littlest spark… All that beautiful, rich colored hair, oh it looked thick as sin… Such a beautiful face, the hair he let grow about his jaw an over his chin, and those lips… Such heavy brows, dark as ink over those gorgeous grey eyes, lashes longer than a woman’s… She reached into that moment of time, focusing on who this man was, drawing him up as he had been in life…*”Show me… Who this man is…. Give me his name….”*A good… oh hundred or so motes swirled about her, and she picked out the brightest ones, the almost white gold colored ones… Moments that were of a more….sensual nature… Passionate… She wanted to see if he was more than a pretty face, to see if he might be able to fire this tiny new spark, to thaw her frozen heart… She saw… oh hundreds of pretty faces really… He certainly wasn’t a one woman man… It didn’t matter their coloring, or even their age she was seeing, so long as they were beautiful…. Or useful… For she certainly was him using lust as a tool, and even as a weapon really, slicing people to ribbons with his looks…*”Oh My… My, My, My… A little sure of your looks, are we, my handsome one?....”*Not that she minded, after all, his looks had even captured her attention… Not many humans are born that can do that. She watched those glowing little moments of time, each one a little different, yet the same… Oh the women had changed yes, some lasted only a mote, others a couple but… He never changed… His attitude in bed was… Carnal… Bestial… Primal… What was the word? Ah, yes…. Savage… He was very, very savage in bed, brutal even… Aaah she had never had that before… She had always had her gentle lover… And then… That one… But that had been so fast that she had trouble even remembering it… Would it be good then, this sort of loving, this…. Harsh sex? Many of his lovers didn’t seem to mind, those one or two certainly got the ah… shorter end of the stick… Over all though, she certainly saw quite a few faces lost in rapture, so it couldn’t be too bad… Still…. What was his name? She could see him, oh yes, every glorious inch of his beautiful naked body… But no name… She got to some of the brightest motes… Looking into them she saw he had been with a little blond thing… Ok looking really, nothing special about her, aside from her pretty hair… She couldn’t help noticing that he had spent the longest time with her… It rather…made her jealous, flicked something inside her really… Ah well, it didn’t matter… The motes at the end showed her that the two parted ways… So he was hers to snatch up… She was almost growling at this point though, lips curled up in a snarl, for she could not find his name… It was being cloaked, and she didn’t like it, not at all. It meant someone was hiding him… If not hiding, then perhaps sheltering, but he was certainly not a normal human… She flicked the nodes, one by one, listening to the sound they made… After a few she noticed one sound was the same, a deep, dark sound like the vibrating of a harp string still shaking long after the note had sounded… That made her head tilt, one of her platinum brows rising over those big, jewel colored eyes of hers… He… Belonged to Him? Really now… She hadn’t expected that…*”Oh my… So you belong to one of my Brothers of Chaos… Well then… I think it is time I go and Visit my dear, sweet little brother…”*Her smile was almost angelic then, closing her fingers up, balling her hand into a fist as she watched every little mote fall back into the liquid silk. She had things to prepare now, things to handle, to bring back from the deep sands of the past… Her house needed to come back after all, she certainly wasn’t going to go about as if she were some human, hopping from this insect ridden place to another… Oh goodness no… She was bringing back her house, along with all her favorite little fixings, her clothes… All of it. She paced about in the black void where she resided, her own little domain, the place she had been dreaming… She knew where to go… What time… It was just a matter of connecting her treehouse in the time she last resided in it, to the place she wanted to put it, to set its roots down in. She looked over the land where these last memories were at, after all she wanted the place to be familiar to him, a place he would be a bit more comfortable in… Her tree was a little… Picky… It needed brothers and sisters around it, lots of trees, but with an ample water supply too… She found a place in the woods that would work beautifully, set quite deep into an old, ancient forest with a woodland pond nearby that would serve both her and her tree beautifully.*
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°€ternal Ⱳinter°
†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *She attached the two moments in time then, laying down fresh lay lines, keeping her tree supplied both naturally and magically… After all, it needed a good deal of magic to thrive, and that meant adjusting this lands natural flow to suit her own. Did she care about any havoc it might cause? Of course not. What was this land to her? Nothing but a resting spot, a place to settle for a moment, to enjoy the new game she was hoping to play… After all, she could fetch that beautiful man, but that didn’t mean he would stay. After all, she wouldn’t keep him against his will, she had her own pride after all. He would need to want to stay, and if he didn’t, she would simply go back to sleep. It wasn’t as if he were her beloved one, he was all in all, just a man… One that interested her yes, but not enough to make her want to stay, to fight for him. With that in mind though she should go and nab him, after all, her brother certainly wouldn’t tell his big sister no… None of them would dare. It was time to take on the human form once more… This… bodiless energy certainly wouldn’t do… Not for a human, anyways… She did have her original body to assume, as beautiful as it ever was, though sadly it was bleaching out more and more as time went on… Only her eyes remained the same, just that bright rainbow color there, a perfectly glittering gem among a sea of snow… It took her a moment…perhaps two, to get her mass back into her body. It had been such a long time… She settled in though, felt that heart take it’s first beat, always a painful thing as it shocked the body once more into life. Now breath, she told herself, forcing her sweet lips to part and take that first agonizing breath… Yes, that’s it, breath and beat…. Good…. A moments look over, a bit of a scan, some gentle movements to make sure all was well… Yes, it all worked beautifully still, even if she was a bit colder than she remembered… Oh she hoped this human could give her what she wanted, a spring to her winter, a chance to thaw out her frozen body before she lost every drop of color… She ran her fingers through her floor length hair, realizing it was still as she had left it, a banner of white from long ago… Well now, that wouldn’t do… All that hair would just be a mess really… That was melted off, shortened quite a bit, left off at the middle of her back. There… Still lovely and long just… far more manageable… The ears… No… No points here… This is not the same world… A gentle touch and the long pointed ears were now sweetly rounded little things, beautiful… A white dress, a study in lace and pearls with a skirt of long gossamer strips as substantial as the clouds… Each step she made would reveal legs that were longer than sin, beautifully shaped with long sweet curves, just the right amount of muscle. She left her pretty little feet bare though, she didn’t like shoes, she never did… A single black ribbon she tied about her neck then, the silk so fine it glowed with it’s own sort of light, a pretty little bow at the front with long streamers down the back. Humans usually waved a white flag, to symbolize peace or neutrality, but her brother knew that the black was more apt for them. A thought would send her down to the Chaos realms, deep into Naggoth to go and find this human, the man with the grey eyes and such kissable looking lips… After all, it wasn’t as if she could pull him up without finding him first, not without knowing his name… And until she learned it, she would have to go hunting by looks, by descriptions… She was given answers readily, speedily, after all her position down here was akin to that of it’s owner… Not that Khorn would get off of his throne to visit his big sister, their kind weren’t exactly a loving family… They acknowledged one another, gave them open rights to each others realms when needed, but that was it. She was given directions though, to a chamber where this man was being kept, being punished… She almost wanted to ask why he would be tortured, but this was her little brother, not the sanest of the group, but far from the nuttiest… She knew it was better to not ask questions, to simply go with it, after all she was here to retrieve what she wanted no more, no less… Of course, many of them would have liked to have told her no, that she had no rights to take what was theirs… But you don’t exactly tell the Primordial of Victory to shove off… Especially when your realm is war, bloodshed, and battle. She had come to the chamber then, and the sounds… She had heard screams before, but not like that, not so… muddied.… Even men and beasts in death throes didn’t sound like that, like they were choking on something… She pushed the door open, flooding the chamber with a soft white light, almost like moonlight but a bit brighter… She would almost seem angelic really, glowing as she did in that pitch darkness there, pure white from head to toe but for that black ribbon about her neck. Her eyes remained closed, though she could easily feel the people within, the five heavily powerful Psykers… Her voice was soft and sweet, pure music really, yet for all it’s gentleness it rent the air like a knife.*”I have come to take what is mine now… You can either choose to try to fight me… Or you can bow out and be spared… If you do try to fight me though, I will destroy you completely, there will not be a drop of any of you left to reform on any plane of existence…”*She would walk in then, over to where the man was laying, blood spattered everywhere, painting the soles of her lovely white feet in that gory crimson color. Only when she was by his side, did she finally open those eyes of hers, to share the sight of them with him only. They were big and beautifully shaped eyes, almond like with thick, long black lashes… But the treasure of them were their color, all the shades of the rainbow and more besides, glittering like the most perfectly cut stone ever made. They were the most beautiful eyes really, so much was hidden inside them, worlds upon worlds just waiting for someone to discover them. She would reach out then, unshackling him from that table there with a gentle touch to each manacle, before gently running her fingers down his cheeks. Goodness, but he was beautiful really, her ice cold heart did beat just a bit for him…*”What is your Name?.... I would like to know…. Who it is that woke me… From a very, very long slumber….”
...Black Hearted Beast..
Ace
..Romance isn't in my repertoire honey. But a thousand ways to make you come are..
says to °€ternal Ⱳinter°†: ..he had felt every slice of those metallic heels as they slid through his soft weak flesh.. though the moment Sydel had reached his stomach his body went into shock and that black little heart of his took its final beat.. where normally he would have just been done.. been over.. dead and buried.. this wouldn’t be the case for him..he had a debt to repay.. and he’d been killed in the most obnoxious way.. when he should have been able to defend it all quite easily, and yet he did not? So punishment was on the cars.. he ended up in that little dark room.. in the middle of oblivion and chaos.. finding himself chained to the wall.. the feeling of ice cold concrete pressing to his back.. his clothing was in tatters.. that shirt was about torn to shreds.. just hanging off him.. the psykers were having a ball with him.. toying with his head..fucking with his memories.. flooding his body with all manner of strong willed emotion.. guilt.. sadness.. grief.. anger.. reminding him of the children he had lost.. they knew all about his son, and how Jacob was now with his choice of mate.. and they lauded that over him also.. just making him further.. and further angry.. his body was trembling he had gotten that hot under the collar.. but he could do nothing about it.. the blood continued to pool there within his throat.. cutting off his ability to breathe every so often.. he’d cough and splutter.. his chin was soon coated in it.. his chest splattered with it.. and quite a large puddle was forming there at his feet.. burn marks were appearing upon his bare arms as the lightning circled the room. Without a place for it to exit..he was turned into a personal form of lightning rod ..he hissed and cried out.. the screams when he finally got the chance to do so were blood curdling cold and violently painful.. he coughed and spluttered once more.. more blood just flowed out of his mouth.. every so often he’d catch himself swallowing it which only made it worse.. he gagged and spat.. shaking the hair out of hi eyes.. he was covered in sweat.. his body was working double time to deal with the abuse.. his heart was stuttering there in his chest.. he would be begging for death by this point if he could even get a word out.. but he knew full well death was a luxury he would not be afforded.. at least not anytime soon.. he had failed.. he had let his emotion get in the way of the bigger picture.. and he was paying for it.. suddenly the room filled with light and his pupils just shrunk with such a speed it made him hiss and groan.. fuck did that ever hurt.. the abuse seemed to slow to a stop at that point.. but he wasn’t about to look up.. his eyes hadn’t been effected as of yet.. they hadn’t the chance to get to them but he knew if he looked up they’d be next.. he drank in the sounds of the door opening.. the footfalls of several leaving via almost completely inaudible grumbles.. something about hauty bitches thinking they can always get their own way.. before silence seemed to fall about the pitch black room once more.. he coughed.. spluttering out the last amount of blood in his throat before he took in such a loud deep breath.. filling those lungs that hadn’t had the chance to do so for at least the entire day.. his head remained dipped there.. his chest had hollowed out as he exhaled.. since he was brought back to Naggaroth.. his cloaking magic had been removed.. when he was on the surface he appeared.. for all intents and purposes.. human.. though beneath the façade he was Eldarith Ynneas, a member of the Dark Eldar race.. his ears had pointed out.. his features though remained much the same.. he was certainly blessed with those genetic traits.. The Eldar are the living embodiments of all that is wanton and cruel , Highly intelligent and devious to the point of obsession, these piratical people revel in the physical and emotional pain of others and feed off the psychic residue of suffering.. he saw her feet before he heard her voice.. pale.. white.. small and his heart just about lept right into his throat.. it was a flipping witch.. he knew it.. that’s it.. he was done for.. they were fucking worse than the psykers, they revelled in the forms of torture that would send a man completely and utterly insane.. he flinched back when he felt the hand upon his cheek.. though it would take a moment.. maybe two before the realisation struck that those fingers were not cold.. they were warm.. that wasn’t right.. not at all.. she released the bindings.. the manacles upon his wrists and naturally he just slid down that wall.. he hadn’t the strength to stand.. at least not in that moment.. he tilted his head up slowly, very.. very slowly.. dragging those eyes up the length of her.. oh something wasn’t right at all.. maybe he was dead? Maybe they took mercy on him afterall? I m ean it would make sense.. kind of? What other reason would there be for such a stunning figure to be standing before him like that.. he blinked and blinked again.. Oh good god those eyes.. what on earth?!.. the colouring there was utterly magnificent.. it was.. captivating.. his bloodied lips actually fell open a little .. his breath stilled.. her question caught him off guard.. hi brows furrowed.. he exhaled a slow..somewhat trembled breath-..there was that touch.. running down his cheek.. across the scruff… he looked exhausted.. utterly so.. he swallowed and grimaced at the taste there.. before his eyes fell closed ..How did you get in here?.... he’d question.. his voice taking on that husky.. gravelly tone.. though remarkably quite soothing really.. his hands rose and he rubbed lightly against his torn wrists..wincing every so often as he caught a section of broken skin- .. no one just walks in here.. .. he pressed those hands down upon the floor there.. an effort to push himself to his feet that would fail quite remarkably- .. Ace.. .. he nodded- .. My name is Ace.. and might I be privy to who this vision in white is that is standing before me?.... he went to laugh.. before he thought better of it.. groaning as he clutched at his stomach-
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *Oh she would have been more than a bit insulted to be compared to such a… rather low class of beings really, as if she was ever capable of being such a lowly and obsessively obedient little thing. Don’t get her wrong, a little submissive play was all good and fine, with the situation called for it… But to be one of her brothers Wives, the witches who lived for nothing more than torture and death, oh she would have been quite put out indeed! Her coloring, or rather, the lack there of was from the age of her body. She couldn’t control it, each eon drained just that much more color from her, until she was as she stood before him. Still, she couldn’t blame him, in truth she looked quite the part. With her eyes closed, one couldn’t see the bright rainbow color there, so she did appear to fit right in rather… All the better really, the less people of her knew down here, the better. She heard them muttering and only smiled at them as they passed, not caring two figs about it really, they were just opinions after all. If she had wanted to, she could have torn this realm apart, destroyed her little brothers realm. Why though? She saw no purpose in such an action, just as she saw no point in getting upset at their opinions, even if they couldn’t have been more wrong. She just… wanted him, this male who had sparked her to wakefulness… Her kind… they had their own sorts of weaknesses, their obsessions. For years they had played their games, toying with the lives of gods and men alike, until the Gods created a race that had fought to wipe her kind out. Before that though, it wasn’t uncommon for her kind to form an attachment, a desire for one of those below. She hadn’t felt such a spark in over six hundred years, and yet now, it would be this man here who had called it forth inside her… She had walked to him there, reaching out to gently run her fingers down his cheek, to only see him flinch. They had done their work well here, he was afraid of her, as if she were the one who had been hurting him. Poor thing really, she certainly didn’t agree with torture of this level, or torture at all really. Then again, she was not her brothers, nor was she anything like them. She was far more… Flexible… Nature wise, she could be good or bad, dark or light. After all, Victory is truly neutral, it does not have a set position in the cosmic matter of things. She had reached down, unclasping him from the wall with gentle touches, though she certainly hadn’t expected him to rather fall to a puddle. She felt her brows furrow there a moment, her lip taken between her teeth as she worried it gently, watching him finally look up at her. She knew men had so much pride really, but he was truly a mess, he couldn’t stand on his own after all. She heard that voice then, free from the screams, the blood garbled mess that he had been expressing himself with. Oh… Ohhhh… She sighed softly, tilting her head to the side a bit, as if she could pool the sound in the delicate little shells of her ears to savor it there. Oh but he sounded so lovely really, his voice didn’t match his looks, but that wasn’t exactly a bad thing… It… was an odd sort of harmony, and she just… Oh she certainly adored it… And she loved a unique voice, when the timber and pitch were rare, a sort of vibration that stirred places deep inside. She dropped down to rest on the balls of her feet then, her hands crossed over her skirt, the white of her dress being tainted by the red that had been his life’s blood. She could at least spare him the crick in his neck he would get looking up at her, after all, she was standing over him all in all. She smiled at him softly, her lips curling in a soft, sweet little shape there.*”Well, I came in the door of course, since this place lacked any windows for me to climb in… I do so adore unconventional things, don’t you? It makes life much more….fun… or at the very least interesting…”*One might think she was being purposely vague, or teasing or perhaps she didn’t really understand his question. It could be a myriad of things really, it all depended on what position a person wanted to take with her, what light to cast on the words she spoke. The fact of the matter was that he wasn’t quite ready to hear the truth of what he had asked, and she wasn’t of a mind to state who she was out here, not in her brother’s realm. That would rather be like thumbing her nose at Khorn, and she wasn’t about to do that, not when what she wanted was technically still his. She reached out, gently taking his hand in her own, turning it over to look at the damage. In truth, he was… completely wrecked… She had a bit of work ahead of her surely, but she could set him to rights in no time, she just had to take it slow for the sake of his system. Even as an elf, which she could tell he had at least some of the features of it there, he still couldn’t take a full dose of her nature in one go. It could very well kill him, when all she inded to do was heal him, set him to rights.*”Though you are right, it isn’t exactly a cake walk, Naggoth has never been a uh…social place…”*He would go to rise up then, only to fall down right on what she had seen was a lovely read end, causing her to frown just a bit. She didn’t want him to push, but she knew his pride would probably stab at him fiercely if she carried him, and she wasn’t about to damage such a lovely thing as he. He had told her his name then, three little letters really, so…. Inconsequential… She had thought it might have been something a bit grander, a bit more of a…. powerful thing. Yet… It suited him, and she couldn’t resist the bit of a tease, to get his mind off of the situation.*”Now, would that be Ace of Diamonds, or Ace of Hearts?”*She debated giving him her name, it wasn’t something she had spoken for such a long time, a part of her thought that she might forget it at some point… Still, he had given her his, she should return the favor…*”Malaika… But you can just call me Mala, it is a bit… Easier on the tongue… If you like, we can wait here a moment… give you a chance to really breath…”*She stopped, hearing him groan, holding his stomach. That frown just pulled a bit more, her lips hardening just a touch, before she shook her head. Really, they had made a mess of him, and she wasn’t happy about it at all. She wsa however, glad she had made it in time, to get to him before they killed him. It would… have been such a waste really, to lose the only thing that had sparked her in six hundred years. The question though, was what to do, to heal him up… Her blood was pure Ichor at this point, as pure and golden as sunlight, and just as bright… *
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *If she gave him a drop or two, she could at least give him a bit of a jump start, like adrenaline for a human... She tilted her head a bit to the side, those rainbow colored eyes looking him over, her hands reaching out to move some of the sheds of his clothes over to the sides. She made sure her movements were slow, she didn’t want to startle him, make him think she was going to hurt him.*”I am just going to take a look… I don’t know if your body can handle my Ichor… You might be a bit too….Depleted… If I give you more than a drop or two, it could put you into shock, and I rather want to keep you alive as it stands…”*She saw all the burn marks, the bruises, the cuts… He was… oh just such a mess really, she couldn’t even tell where the blood was from there was just so much all over him.*”It’s such a waste… To damage such a beautiful man, as if he were chattle… Do you think you could handle a trip back to the surface as you are right now?... “*She began to shred off those wispy bits of cloth from her skirt, knotting the ends of them together as she made him a bandage, guiding him forward if he would so she could slide him out of his shirt.*”Oh… I didn’t even ask, how rude of me, I do apologize… Would you like to come back to the surface with me? Or would you rather I left you here? I don’t know what happened to lead up to this, and it’s none of my business truly, but I would hate to make you do something against your will…”*She tilted her head to the side a bit there, curious really, as to what he wanted to do. After all, if he wanted to remain here, she would walk out the same as she had come in and try to forget him. If he allowed her, she would slide him out of his tattered shirt and start to bind him up, her touch as soft as satin against his skin. If he allowed it, she would have his chest wrapped in a matter of a few minutes, making sure it was nice and tight so that it would stop much of the blood flow from the burns and such, and hopefully stem any on the inside. If he said he wanted to go with her, she would reach out and pierce the skin of her finger on one of the rough bricks in the wall, watching a bit of blood form on the tip of her finger. It looked like liquid sunlight, which was rather funny in a way, considering that she was so very pale herself.*”You are going to feel… A bit weird… As if… Someone has given you a shot of morphine and adrenalin all at once… Then I will take you to my home, and we will get you on the mend… From there… Well that is quite up to you… After all, you can choose to remain with me, or go off as you please… Unlike others, I don’t control, I prefer to watch them make their choices… Now… Just… Be still for a moment… You’ll want to move… but stay still while it works, or you’ll fall flat on your face…”*She would settle that single drop of blood on the wound on his wrist then, waiting for a moment as it settled in, absorbed like sunlight before she pulled it away. She was ready to pin him in she had to, after all it would hit him quite hard, like speed and morphine all at once.*
...Black Hearted Beast..
Ace
..Romance isn't in my repertoire honey. But a thousand ways to make you come are..
says to °€ternal Ⱳinter°†: ..he heard her soft reply.. it was quite simple really and to the point.. she’d come in the door..mentioning something about there being a lack of windows.. and how much she adored the more.. unconventional things.. how it made life that little bit more fun.. and at the very least interesting- .. yes, this is quite true.. .. he coughed again.. another small trickle of blood made its way down his chin there.. splattering down upon his already stained chest.. he too liked things to be a little more unconventional.. to be interesting.. he did so hate being bored.. it usually made for him getting into all kinds of mischief.. he was slowly allowing his guard to settle.. at least a little.. she didn’t appear to want to hurt him and he felt that she certainly did not belong there.. even looking the way she did.. she had that.. softer.. more peaceful aura circling her.. he shook his head and went to laugh once more when she asked if he was the Ace of Diamonds or of Hearts.. he winced a touch.. but laughed through the pain regardless.. settling back into a semi comfortable position then.. his head resting against the brickwork.. his legs stretched out before him.. one bent clearly at the knee.. - .. of hearts.. I assure you.. .. he smacked his lips together.. shaking his head once more.. oh it was amusing indeed and he needed the laugh.. so for that he was thankful of her.. that little tease had perfect timing..it was stroking his inner ego just a little..you could say though that he was the ace of hearts and spades.. for the amount of bodies that were six feet under in his wake.. she spoke her name to him then.. his brow rose a little as he watched her.. it was certainly different.. not one he had heard before- .. Malaika.. .. he pronounced it slowly.. trying in earnest not to butcher it.. the husky tone in his voice was slowly being replaced by that slightly off pitch tone he originally had… the one that would haunt just about anyone.. like nails down a chalk board.. right to the bones..- .. different.. can’t say I have heard that one before.. .. he nodded.. hearing her tell him to just call her Mala.. that it was easier.. and it certainly was.. not quite the tongue twister her full name was.. that’s for sure.. his eyes were trying to adjust to her brightness only surrounded by the pitch black of the room around them.. the scent of blood in there was so.. so undeniably thick.. she reached out to him then and began to move the shreds of cotton aside to she could look closer at his wounds.. he did jerk a little.. not expecting her to do so before she said she just needed to look.. then she spoke about Ichor.. and he was quite confused.. his hands rose and he rubbed against his temples.. sliding his fingers back through his hair.. moving it away from its slick place there upon his forehead.. he exhaled when she asked if he thought he could get back to the surface in his current state- .. Unsure. Really.. it’s possible I could.. maybe in a few hours when I get the strength back in my legs.. but right at this moment.. possibly not.. .. he observed as she began to tear shreds out of her dress.. make shift bandages for him.. before she would guide him forward a little.. to slide what was left of that shirt off his upper body.. he helped where he could.. undoing what few buttons remained fastened.. before he sunk back against the wall once more.. he was quite b uilt really.. even under all those cuts and bruises.. he was quite the specimen .. lean and muscular.. broad shoulders.. she asked if he wanted to go back with her.. or.. would he rather she left him there- .. who in their right mind would want to stay?.... he tilted his head.. looking to her there.. chuckling softly.. before he’d clutch his chest and groan a little.. - .. I don’t really know why you’re here.. or how you got here.. or why you ushered the psykers away.. but.. I’m greatful.. .. he nodded.. letting his arm drop back down to his side once more.. rocking his head back against the wall as he exhaled long and deeply.. - .. a trip back.. would be something I would be interested in.. most certainly… however.. don’t weaken yourself on my account.. I’ll probably just get dragged right back here within the length of a day.. .. he shifted just a little.. feeling that puddle soaking through his slacks there.. his thighs would have been coated in bloody by now…he allowed her full acces to wrap him up as she saw fit.. his breath nearly forced from his lungs with the tightness in those bandages.. but it was one of thoe feelings that was quite pleasant.. as you knew it was helpful.. he caught a glimpse of her breaking into her finger then.. the little blood droplet there pooling upon its edge.. the colouring though caused his brows to rise considerably.. the idea of morphine and adrenalin all at once.. my my.. that caught his attention.. before he presed that blood to the open wound on his wrist.. it would take a moment.. he felt no different at first.. no change.. before there would be a warmth flooding him suddenly.. seeking out every single inch of his body.. like a spiders web ..before he suddenly arched out.. smacking the back of his head against the wall in the process.. he grit his teeth down and he groaned.. hissing.. his fingers curled inward.. balling into fists.. oh it was incredible really.. what that body was going through.. the morphine was attacking the pain.. the adrenalin was forcing that heart of his to speed up.. making his brain.. his mind force him to get up.. to move around.. so he did.. or at least he tried to.. planting his hands down on the floor.. his gaze widening considerably as he tried to force himself to his feet..- .. I have to get up.. I Have to get up.. Now
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *She was….an odd one, if one could say anything at all about her. She was utterly unpredictable, one minute she could be as soft and sweet as cotton candy, the other she could be like as hard and cold as diamonds. She could be your richest chocolate that melts on your tongue, or she could be like chewing glass, leaving your mouth a bloodied mess. It all depended on her mood, and though she was generally…neutral, she was far from peaceful. She had made the little comment about having come in the door, even though she knew it wasn’t exactly the answer he was looking for, it was still the truth. If there had been a window though, she would have most likely came through it and settled on the sill there, just waiting until someone realized she was there. She used to be of a more…natural coloring… A long, long time ago she had been blond with tan skin, hair down past her feet and lips as red as the very Roses people so loved…. The years had slowly faded her though, like a photo left too long in the sun, slowly bleaching her out. She caught that cough there, the way it forced more blood up, to trickle down his lips to spatter his already bloodied chest. She reached out, drawing that blood up on her finger, wanting to see him without all this crap on him. She wanted him naked honestly, naked and in a hot bath, sitting in his lap as she washed him from head to toe to see if those little motes were true to fact… Until she got that chance though, she simply had to wait, and she had time to spare… She had made that little tease, the joke about his name, asking if he was of Diamonds or of Hearts. It had made him laugh, and she could feel some of the tension leaving the space about him, like someone opening a window in a room that was far too stuffy. Her own lips curled in a smile there, making her tilt her head just a bit, those rainbow colored eyes just glittering like colored diamonds.*”I believe it… I have seen the trail of broken hearts in your Wake…. Quite impressive really… Not many men can lay claim to the chaos you have left in your wake, but it was that same chaos that woke me up, a desire to see you… Sadly… You are in a bit of bad shape… I think we can fix that though… I would… So hate to have you be less than your best….”*She knew he would wonder about those words, the way she had said them, teased him with it. It was all for a purpose, to keep that mind active, to keep him awake. She had wanted to fuck him… Well, no… Not quite that… She wanted… Something… As of yet it was indefinable… She just knew it had something to do with him, something in him, something he did had woken her up… It was more than his looks, even if those were… Just my my my… Quite nice… It was… Well, she couldn’t say, but all things come out in the wash as the saying goes. She had given him her name then, like him giving only her first name, leaving the surname a secret as it should be. She also caught the way his voice shifted when he spoke her name, and much like a cat, she shivered sharply at the pitch. It wasn’t bad oh no… Not at all… It was… So very good… She whined softly, not bothering to hide her reaction, she certainly wasn’t one to hide herself. She was utterly, completely open about herself, and the way the world effected her.*”Oh my you could fuck a woman with a voice like that, has anyone told you that before?... Mmmm… I can only imagine how many knees you melted when you whisper in a girls ear, why, I bet you tossed more than a few skirts just by saying their name… I wonder which God you had to worship to get that voice… “ *She shivered once more, rolling her shoulders softly, nibbling on her bottom lip before she let it all just flow over her, leaving her after a few moments. She nodded her head softly, knowing her name was hard for even her own children at times, especially when they tried to say it all in one go. A bit of a mouthful really, but really it was quite normal, it was a long dead language and certainly not one any spoke anymore.*”It’s from a language that hasn’t been spoken in a very, very long time Ace, it’s not surprising… In your tongue it means Butterfly… Or rather, in any tongue really, the root is the same… Mala means nothing by itself, but it won’t trip your tongue up as you try to say it…”*She had gone in to try and move some of the cloth away, to see the extent of the damage, and perhaps to get her hands on him a bit… There was a desire there, oh most definitely, but she was still ice on the inside… A spark, but as of yet, nothing had been kindled… He had been badly damaged, but nothing fatal, mostly….Cosmetic… She had asked if he thought he could make it back, unsure of his state with just looking at him. She wasn’t exactly pleased with his answer, not that it was his fault or any such thing, she just wasn’t very happy with the ideal of remaining here in her brother’s domain. She wasn’t passing fond of the Chaos, there was too much… Rawness… Uncontrolled… Rather like an open wound. As it was, it was already attacking her glamor, and if he watched very closely, he might start to see the glimmer of white wings behind her, a set of curled horns starting a bit behind her temple as they curled down against her hair.*”We don’t have time for that really… my dear little brother tolerates me right now, but he won’t like me staying here for long… I pose too much of a threat to the balance… As it stands, he is permitting me to take you, only because he knows I want you… I would rather not incur his wrath if possible.”*She had reached forward, to guide him, to try and get him out of that filthy, tattered shirt. His help was wonderful really, it meant she got more time to enjoy his skin, to touch as she pleased without being too forward. Oh he had such a lovely body, her beloved one had run a bit more slender, a dancer’s body rather than built, and he had been a bit shorter than her as well… Yet this man here was a few inches taller than her, broad shouldered, muscled… The two were different in every way, which is exactly what she wanted, because she couldn’t stand the two of them being similar it would just kill her. While she wrapped him up with the shreds of her skirt, she had asked if he wanted to stay, or go with her. That answer was rewarded with her trilling little laugh, rather like the sweet song of a canary, soft and lovely.*”Well, who am I to presume, really? For all I know, this is just foreplay for you, and I could be interrupting some sweet little taboo pleasure.”*She teased as she worked, in truth she knew damn well he had been tortured, but that didn’t mean she had to build on it.*
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *She hmmmed softly when he spoke, letting him get it out before she replied, debating on just how much to tell this fine specimen.*”I told you… I came because I wanted to see who this was who could drag me out of my dream… Who awoke me from my slumber… I ushered them away, came down here, only to take you back with me of course… As for weakening… Ace… Just…. Trust me when I say that I won’t weaken from something like this… “*If he thought he was going to get dragged back he was out of his beautiful head, because now that she had found him, she wasn’t going to let him go. Khorn would have to come back to the surface if he wanted to take him back, and she wouldn’t let this tender little morsel go without a fight, and oooooh she hadn’t had a good fight in a very, very long time. Rather, she teased him again, trying to keep his mind off of certain things and onto other areas.*”Well, if you think you will get drug back in a day… We better make it a damn good day then, hmmm? I wonder, what you would do if given a day to do whatever you wanted to do, locked up in a house with me? I can imagine we would get into some…. Interesting…situations…”*She had gotten him bandaged up then, that perfect tightness there to keep him from hurting himself any more than he already was. She had pierced her finger then, settling that single drop of her blood on his wrist, not daring to allow a single atom more than that. As she expected… He felt the urge to move, to run, and that was natural… She shifted instantly, going from the balls of her feel down to her knees, setting her ass right there in his lap. She would reach down and grab his hands, holding them in her own long, slender fingers.*”I know you Feel that way, but if you do, you’ll put your heart into too much of a shock… Look at me… Look at my eyes Ace… Just for a few moments, the feeling won’t last too long… Listen to my voice, listen to my words… Just a minute… Imagine this… I hate underwear… It’s annoying… Clothes are annoying… I love to run about naked… Without a single stich, and more often than not, you will catch me naked on a rock sunning myself… Think of that… Focus on that image…”
...Black Hearted Beast..
Ace
..Romance isn't in my repertoire honey. But a thousand ways to make you come are..
says to °€ternal Ⱳinter°†: ..he noticed the smile there upon her features.. the way it seemed to curl to life.. and those sparkling fully coloured eyes of hers.. they were just captivating.. like nothing he had ever seen before.. Human womens eyes were usually quite dull.. coloured yes but.. something that never really caught his attention.. though he never told them that.. complimenting a woman on her eyes always did wonders for his ladder climbing..or thigh climbing as the case may be.. - .. I’m not going to deny it.. it would appear you know quite a bit about me.. .. he chuckled.. giving a slight shake of his head..she was right though.. the amount of women he had left in his wake.. if they all caught up with him one day.. there’d be hell to pay he knew it.. was a bit of a sobering thought really..for maybe the matter of a moment.. before his own ego would trample it.. squashing it beneath its feet.. he did wonder though when she said it was the same chaos that had woken her up.. that her desire to see him brought her to.. well being right before him.. practically saving him from the torturous hands of the psykers and witches that would have quickly followed.. - ..I am a bit rough around the edges.. .. he glanced down over his body in that moment.. noticing the nicks and scratches all over his chest.. the burns down his arms.. the slices into his wrists.. his slacks were sliced open at the knees.. hanging in tatters in places here and there.. - .. nothing a good bath wont fix.. just a few scratches.. .. he shot her a wink.. going to laugh before he clutched at his chest.. groaning and sinking back to sit there against the wall.. he’d been kicked around to within an inch of his life.. his body wasn’t flawless to begin with.. it was scarred in places.. but the blood and the cuts were all very new.. he grimaced every so often also as the coppery taste was really not so pleasant.. he caught the whining.. the soft noises she was making in response to his voice.. it made one of his brows rise.. her words though.. oh they stroked that ego perfectly.. she kept that up and he wouldn’t be far from how he was before he was killed.. he’d be right back.. ready and more than willing to trample the world beneath his feet.. and to fuck around with whomever he so desired.. afterall.. he had the power to.. why not use it.. he chuckled.. nodding his head- ..well.. something along those lines yes.. maybe not in so many words.. .. he stretched his leg out then.. letting it rest flat his hands fell down to rest there against his sides.. he shifted for her when she wrapped him with that bandage.. feeling its tightness around his chest.. restricting his breathing perhaps just a little.. - .. skirts.. slacks.. dresses.. bit of everything really.. depending on what took my fancy at the time.. .. he observed her in that moment.. watching as she tugged her plump lower lip inward.. it caused his to part.. to take in a shorter breath.. he had taken in glimpses here and there of things behind her.. possibly wings?.. and horns maybe? It was dreadfully dark in that room so a lot of it could have just been his eyes playing with the shadows on display.. he blinked when she spoke about her little brother tolerating her.. - .. Are you telling me that Khorn is your younger brother?.... he tilted his head there.. he was genuinely surprised.. it was easily read there upon his face.. - .. and ..You want me?.... his hand rose as he rubbed it across his forehead.. lightly scratching against the flesh as he did so..he laughed along with her when she mentioned the possibility of this all being foreplay for him.. some sweet little taboo pleasure- .. whilst I do enjoy the.. darker arts.. this.. . he coughed again.. shifting as he was beginning to stick to the congealed blood on the floor- .. mess is not my foreplay.. there’s no one moaning .. no one screaming.. no one crying out.. therefore no ones having any fun.. . she explained that he wouldn’t weaken her.. that helping him would barely have any effect on her at all.. so to not worry about it.. he rubbed his chin when she asked him what he would do if given a day to do whatever he wanted.. locked away in a house with her for the entire time.. - .. really?.. an entire day?... the corners of his lips began to curl upward.. there was the beginnings of a grin there.. a rather devious looking one- .. well.. let me put it this way.. .. he reached across to her there.. and if she would allow it.. his fingers.. though a bit on the gritty and sticky side would trace their way down along the delicate curve of her jawline.. before they would fall to rest there against her chin.. holding there.. gripping it .. drawing her in closer till she was but an inch.. maybe two away from him.. their faces close.. eyes locked upon one another- .. You wouldn’t be walking.. How do you like spending a great deal of time down on your knees.. crawling.. being dragged from one end of the house to the other by those luscious long locks of yours.. .. he dragged his bloodied thumb across her chin.. leaving some deep red ruby marks- .. bent over the bed.. the table.. the counter.. and fucked raw.... his voice deepened just a little.. those eyes of his seemed to widen just a touch..- .. You’d be forced up against the wall.. your hair pulled.. your lips bruised.. your throat clenched.. and that.. That’s only foreplay.. .. he released the grip on her chin there and sunk back against the wall.. allowing her to fall back into her earlier position.. before she dropped that singular drop of blood into the open wound.. it hit him like a tonne of bricks.. sudden and fast.. his body jerked and bucked.. it arched and stiffened.. and he tried in earnest to get up off his ass.. to stand to move.. he wanted to run before she landed her tight little ass down on his lap to stop him.. he groaned.. reaching for her.. to grab her.. to push her off.. his gaze was moving erratically.. left and right before she called to him to focus.. to look to her.. to look into those rainbow coloured orbs.. to listen to her voice.. to her words.. then she tormented him with that image.. of her naked.. sunning herself on a rock with all that perfectly pale skin.. his shoulders sunk and he exhaled deeply.. he grit his teeth down as he rode out that adrenalin.. his hands had sunk down to grab against her outer thighs ..his hold was firm.. enough to bruise as he suddenly and without warning bucked up against her.. and she would have felt that tenting fabric of his slacks.. that image of her naked.. along with her asked what he would do with her given the chance.. well.. what little blood he did have in his body had decided on its place.. -
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *Oh she couldn’t help the smile really, she had been a bit curious about him, enough to focus on the last year or so of his life. She had seen quite a few women come and go, and oh, all sorts of positions in-between too. She knew a good deal more about him, than he did about her, though that was not to be unexpected. After all, herself as she was certainly wasn’t as popular as say her little brothers, and if she had any worshipers at any time they had been long gone for a quick minute. There was no way for him to know… Anything about her… Oh but she had certainly enjoyed watching him. He was quite the study, and she was in a way, quite glad he had been the one who woke her up. She just wondered why, what it was exactly about him, that had drawn her to wake. She was going to find out though, that much as quite certain really.*”I know… A bit… Less than what I would like, and more than you would want me to know, perhaps… For instance, I know you have a temper, but I don’t know what triggers it… I know you have a weakness for beautiful women, but I don’t know your favorite style, no color or shape preference… It’s not wise to say you know the way something looks, when you are say, looking at it from only one angle. I do plan on figuring it out though, you will make a… delightful study I think…”*What she did know, was that from what she was seeing, he certainly was no stranger to word play… He met each little parry of hers with one of his own, the byplay was enjoyable, delightful really. For how ever long it lasted, she knew that a that at the very least, the conversation would always be amusing. That smile on her lips just spread, loving the way he stated he just needed a bath, as if hot water could remove the damage along with the blood. So very cocky, so arrogant, so very proud… Delicious really… Oh just how many layers down did he go really? How many disguises did he have? After all, this was quite a bit of bravado here, and it was just another game… The difference between her and the others though, was that she was quite aware it was a game, that this was all just a play thing… A way to pass the time, for the both of them perhaps, or at the very least for him. She was quite happy to play along though, it was so good to try new things, after all.*”Mmmm Rough edges are nice though, they give something texture, makes a person a bit more cautious about playing with it… We can have that bath though, get you…. Fixed as you say… I am quite curious to see you without all this blood truly, as lovely a color as red is, it is a bit of a pain in this current situation…”*His pitch had changed on her, gone from that deeper husky growl to this… decadent sort of pitch… deep and yet not… It was such a rare sound truly, a mix between high and low, both yet neither… It had certainly added another little spark to her, and it had certainly aroused her, made her moan just a bit, that sweet little wine as she shivered. Oh she could certainly get lost in that voice, wanting to study each little layer of pitch, and loose herself in each new level. She hadn’t hidden her response, to what point, she had no reason to do so. While she had seen already how he could play with words, using them like cloaks and daggers, she was quite open with her own. Oh but that voice had made her shiver, and she could only imagine the effect it had on other women, how it could be used to toss more than a few skirts just on the sound alone. She giggled softly, shaking her head for a moment, those long platinum blond locks falling about her delicately rounded shoulders.*”Oh my, my, my, but you are such a very bad boy, aren’t you Ace? The consummate playboy perhaps?”*She had wrapped his chest then, making sure it was tight, holding him together as it were until she could get him back.*”And what, I wonder, takes your fancy now? Though I must say… Slacks? Nasty indention… If you must wear clothes, better to have the illusion of form and nudity, make a man guess… Slacks just give the game away, you might as well be naked at that point, don’t you think?” *It was true of her too, even when going to war, she had never once worn a pair of slacks. Then again… It was a bit of her habit to go to war completely, and utterly, naked. It certainly played hell with the opposing faction, this was true, as most men could only stare in completely confusion at this naked whip wielding woman came in and decimated entire legions. She certainly wasn’t one for clothes usually, but she knew they had their purpose, and tended to save her preferred naked state for when she was alone. She had given a bit away there at the end, telling him that her little brother wouldn’t exactly enjoy letting her rest here until he could go on his own, that she did indeed throw the balance too far out of whack for them all. Besides, if she stayed here much longer, the Chaos would strip away her glamor and reveal her as she truly was to him, and she wasn’t quite sure if she was ready for that or not. At his question, she tilted her head just a bit there, blinking softly as if she couldn’t understand his confusion.*”Well, yes, they all are… They are the ones born right as my brothers and sisters… their elders, were all dying… I think I am one of the last elders… But you know, I can’t be sure… We aren’t exactly the most loving family, we tend to be more…. Soloists… Tolerance is the closest thing you could say that we bear for each other…”*She couldn’t understand his confusion really, as if he didn’t realize how desirable he was, how that darkness was quite the tempting little morsel to her. The question he should have asked, would have been what she wanted to do with him, rather than the fact she wanted him. After all, she might want to save him from the path he was on, guide him to a different ending than the one he was gleefully marching to… Or she might give him a chariot an wish him speed on his trip… She might be his savior, do what everyone else had attempted, but failed to do…. Or she might be his darkest little wish come true, and give him everything he wanted, until he couldn’t bear the thought of her being gone. Oh it was all quite the peg, they were at the center of it now, and only time would tell what spoke they went up.*
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: ”Of course I want you, why wouldn’t I? Are you not strong? Virile? Do you not tread the realms as if you own them? You are cocksure, arrogant, and very vain… You are brutal, self-serving, and outrageously greedy… You care for no one and nothing, you live only to serve your own ends, no matter what pretty color you decide to paint it up with you can’t change the fact… And I adore it… I have been waiting, asleep for over six hundred years Ace, waiting for a man like you to come about… I don’t care if you do not love, my heart has long since been ice… I don’t expect you to have any emotional attachments for me, I prefer it if you don’t, I have fallen in love with a mortal before and it ended in heart break… No… I want your lack of compassion… I want your self-serving nature Ace… I want to see… What you have inside you, that thing that woke me up, that which I am waiting to discover… Do not alter your nature for me… Be who you are, and let me revel in it, enjoy it… I want you for who you Are, not you who want the world to think you are, or who you think you want to be… “*She wanted to see if he could drown her in that chaos of his nature, to see if his cruelty could scratch the frozen shell of her heart, if his darkness could come close to the ice she felt in her soul. Was he strong enough to keep her awake? Did he have something inside him that had woken her up after all, and if it was as she thought, what could it be? Most of all… Could he fire these little sparks… Could he finally warm that artic wilderness in her heart? Could he make it beat once more? She wanted to see if he was strong enough to do it… If he could… Well he would be quite blessed indeed… If he could fire her heart, there would be hell to pay, not for them but for whom ever opposed him. She had switched topics, to tease him there, as though his torture had perhaps been a bit of foreplay. She wouldn’t have been surprised, not with some of the things she had seen, for she had certainly bore witness to him snapping a few necks in his pleasure. His response was quite cheeky, just beautifully arrogant, and so very cocky… She had told him that if he was to be dragged back after a day, what would he do with it, specifically if he had that whole day with her. She was quite curious, wondering if he found her attractive enough to mate with, and if so just what she might come to expect. She caught that grin there, and oh how it made her eyes sparkle really, just flashing like perfect gems as she reveled in the shape of his lips. His response certainly had her interest peaked, and if she hadn’t already rounded her ears down, they would certainly be twitching like mad. Her pupils dilated just a bit, her breasts instantly ached as her nipples grew hard, and oh but her pretty little secret spot experienced quite the fluttering. She shivered hard there, letting the emotions, those desires wash over her delicate frame before she settled back down. She didn’t pull back when he reached out for her grabbing her rounded chin in his fingers, feeling the mix of blood and dirt against her delicate skin. Anyone else would have been blasted right into oblivion for touching her, but him, well he was the only one she did want to touch her.*”I think… That would be quite the new experience for me… I don’t believe I would allow you to lead me about as such, but everything else, well now that sounds very delicious… Do you think you have it in you then, to fuck me raw Ace? Believe me I am… quite open to… Fuck… Anywhere you want to… I’m a flexible woman, we could mate anywhere your dark heart desires, but fucking me raw might take some time… I look forward to trying this new… fucking… I’ve never had this sort before, it’s always been quite soft and gentle, and no man has dared to try and dominate me and lived to tell the tale… We should get you healed up then, hmm? I want to see if you can actually do all this, or if you’re just an old dragon, all hot air and no fire…”*She teased there at the end, winking at him before he released her, his legs out before him with his hands at his side. She had told him to sit still, to try and fight the urge to move that her blood would give him, to let the initial rush push through until he was a bit more settled. Of course, he didn’t listen, which made her sit right in his lap to keep him still. His hands had grabbed at her, wanting to pull her off, before she got his attention as she spoke to him. She painted that little picture for him, anything to keep him from pinging about the walls, from giving himself a heart attack from the sudden rush. His hands had slid down then to grab at her thighs, and in that moment she let herself go… Telling this body of hers to feel pain and pleasure, to feel the sensations of his hands on her skin, to experience every moment of it. And Oh… Oh he was hurting her… She hissed softly at the bruising, though that sudden bucking against her, feeling that hard thick shaft of his… Her position was perfect really that buck set her ass bouncing right along with her tits, her sweet little body riding out that jolt, while her body felt arousal for the first time in far too long. She whined then, wriggling there in his lap, the pleasure and pain was something she had never known before and oh it fucked with her something royal.*”Oh!... Ace… Goodness…. You know… that’s impressive… The fact that you can bruise me is one thing…. But your quite hard aren’t you? For the amount of blood you lost, the torture…. My sweet Ace… That really is very…..very impressive… but so is your cock, if feeling it in your slacks is anything to go by…”*She shivered again, dropping her ass down lower, wriggling in his lap just to torture them both before, she would move to rise… Of course, if he decided to, she wouldn’t stop him from pinning her ass there in his lap for a bit longer. She just wanted to get them out of there, the minutes ticking by were breaking down that illusion more and more, revealing much more than she wanted to right now. She shivered again, her hands reaching out, to press against his chest. She wanted… something… Was it sex? She couldn’t really say it had been so long… All she did know was that she had to go… Now… they had time to explore her….confusion later…*
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: ”Stop it… Enough playing Ace, it is time to go, before my glamor shatters… You can’t handle it right now, and I am not ready to share who I am here… We will be going to my house, but before we go, I do have rules…”*She would move to stand if he allowed it, letting the layers and wisps of her skirt to settle about those heart breakingly long legs of hers.*”You will not eat any of my fruit, nor drink my nectar, those are for me alone… If you want food we shall procure it, but the fruit of my tree is mine, and mine alone. If I do decide to allow you to mate with me, you will never, ever spill your seed in me… That is forbidden as well. You will not steal from me, you will not break my things, and you will never tell anyone where we are… If all that is clear, let us go, and be rid of this place….”
...Black Hearted Beast..
Ace
..Romance isn't in my repertoire honey. But a thousand ways to make you come are..
says to °€ternal Ⱳinter°†: ..he listened when she spoke about what she did know about him.. but it was apparent she wanted to know a lot more.. his head tilted a little.. ever curious he was about this creature that was crouched before him .. curious as to just how she obtained this information?.. did he have a stalker perhaps?.. he nodded when she spoke about his temper..and his weaknesses for beautiful women.. - ..I do indeed have a bit of a.. well.. temper.. .. he clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth- .. Opium drags a lot of it out.. my personal drug of choice.. .he went to reach up then to pat his hand against where the pocket of his shirt would have been.. only to recall that yes.. the shirt had been torn to shreds and the reeds were gone..he’d mutter something quietly under his breath about someone having taken it.. it was no doubt confiscated when he was dragged back here.. one of the psykers probably took it.. the cheap bastards.. he had always kept the pure stuff for himself.. sold of the cheaper cut versions to the public.. hell if he cared what happened to the addicts that got caught up in whatever he had cut it with.. not his concern.. not his problem.. - .. as for women.. well yes.. I guess you could call it a weakness.. for beautiful creatures.. .. he dragged the tip of his tongue across his lower lip there.. feeling the tiny cuts that had been placed there..- .. Nothing beats the soft smooth supple curves of a womans body.. those stunning tits.. the way they whimper.. they moan.. and most of all.. just how they beg.. .. his voice continued to change pitch in only the most haunting way.. enough to send shivers down even the coldest of figures.. - .. watching them just tremble .. who’d want anything more.. .. he listened to her then when she spoke about him being such a bad bad boy.. that he was the consummate playboy.. and how she didn’t quite agree on wearing slacks.. he laughed and nodded- .. Oh.. but of course.. I never said I wanted a woman in slacks.. .. he shot her a wink in that moment.. he wasn’t going to hide his broader range of sexuality.. he would have loved hearing about her going to war naked.. that would have been something phenomenal indeed.. perhaps.. just perhaps he would be privy to that kind of information in the future.. down the track a little further.. she went on to explain about her brothers and sisters.. how they weren’t the most loving family.. and that it simply all came down to tolerance.. and little more than that..- .. sounds like most normal families.. .. he gave a light shrug of his shoulders- .. You’d be lucky to find one that got along.. not really anyway.... he had placed his hands down beside him and in doing so had dunked his fingers down into his own blood puddle there.. reaching then to wipe them down against what was left of his slacks while she went on to say just why she wanted him.. that he was strong and virile.. that he was cocksure arrogant and very vain.. he nodded as she continued.. he certainly wasn’t going to argue against what she said.. he was all of those things.. and quite a few more.. he shook his head though when she spoke about the lack of love.. that she didn’t care if he didn’t love.. - .. I have no time for love.. and other such niceties.. the simple fact that you brought that up now.. .. he nodded- .. is precisely what I wanted to hear.. that’s perfect.. because quite frankly.. I don’t need another whiny crying.. sobbing little mess of a woman that clings on like rag weed.. .. he screwed up his face a little- .. I haven’t the time for it.. nor the desire for it.. I am in it to enjoy myself.. and fuck everyone else.. .. he shrugged- .. If you are looking for a bit of fun.. then that works in perfectly with me.. you attach any strings to me.. and you wont see me for dust pretty one.. Ill be out like a shot.. just gone.. .. he had drawn her in then.. tugging her petite body in closer to his.. holding her chin as he spoke in those deeper tones.. about just what he was going to do with her.. to her.. he watched those pupils of hers dilate.. he caught the sounds of her breath.. - ..soft and gentle?... his brows furrowed- .. well.. there’s nothing sweet and gentle about me.. let me make that perfectly clear.. I desire to hear you scream bloody murder.. to watch that body bend in ways it shouldn’t be able to.. to stretch you out.. to pull that hair.. to watch you just about tear into that plump little lower lip of yours.. You want to see if I can actually do it?.. fair call.. .. he nodded.. releasing her.. letting her settle back into her earlier position- .. I’m more interested in seeing if you can handle it.. ..she had placed that droplet of her own essence into his open wound.. and his body reacted violently.. she landed down hard upon his lap there to keep him still.. and he just desired tearing away.. he needed to run.. his poor heart was beating a million times a minute.. he could hear it in his head.. that deep throbbing.. before she managed to get an almost strangle hold on his attention.. describing her naked .. and how much she desired to be that way.. his bodys reaction was priceless really.. that thick hard cock of his rising to the occasion as he bucked up roughly against her.. making her body bounce and those sweet tits moved as well.. it was certainly a sight to behold.. he swallowed.. breathing through his grit down teeth..the grip upon her thighs only tightened and he bucked her again.. she was wriggling and it was only making things a lot harder on the both of them.. he groaned.. she went to rise and at first he wouldn’t let her go.. no his grip on her thighs had slid around to capture therounds of her ass.. before he let her move to stand.. his chest was rising and falling a bit harder as the adrenalin was making its way through his system..she told him to stop.. that it was time to go.. and that she had rules.. slowly he would press his hands down into the bloodied puddle then.. and he’d move to stand.. he was a little taller than her.. his brow rose when she spoke her rules out..and he nodded- .. Ive no interest in your fruit.. or your nectar.. unless they are euphemisms for that sweet little cunt of yours.. You can keep your fruit.. I’ve no interest in it what so ever.. as for.. spilling my seed.. .. he tilted his head.. she was an odd one- .. consider it done.. why pump you full of it when I can use you as my own personal canvas..I don’t steal.. or break things.. Im not so clumsy.. and Im not about to go galavanting around the village telling people things that are none of their business..
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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: ...Black Hearted Beast..:*Oh if he would have asked of she was a stalker, she would have laughed, oh she would have had such a giggle over that. Was she guilty of stalking him? Well, before she woke up she could have answered no, but since she had woken up and discovered him things were perhaps a little different… She had discovered that one mote, and she had indeed pulled up many more in relation to him, and perhaps she had stalked him a bit… After all, she had come here, hunting through the realm of Naggoth for him… From this day forth, oh, she might be perhaps a bit of a stalker… He had a temper… so did she… Just on a different level. She didn’t share. Period. Ever. She wanted Ace, and in so long as she wanted him, no one else would she allow near him. Male or female it didn’t matter, she would destroy anyone who even though of him sexually, it was a little bad… Then again, her kind were known to be so very obsessive, especially when they found something or someone they liked. She had told him about what she did know, what she had learned from those little motes, and she was rewarded with a bit of information from him. She felt her phantom ear twitch when he said it was opium, that the drug tended to bring it out in him, quite odd since the drug itself was known to make people nearly catatonic.*”Opium?.... How curious… It’s know as more of a….narcoleptic… than a high… But I wouldn’t worry about it Ace, you can rage at me all you like, you won’t leave a single mark on me unless I choose it… I wonder…. If I chained you to my bed and fed you opium, slipped it through your lips with my tongue, pushed it into your lungs with my own… Do you really thing you would have that temper… Or would you rather be lost in that world, in the sensations of it, cold steel against your wrists with velvet upon your back… It can be… quite the thing, to be so high on a drug and then tossed into contrasting sensations… I will have to try that with you…”*She watched him pat his breast pocket, or what would have been a breast pocket, had one still existed. Her ears picked up on that mutter, caught enough of it to understand, comprehending. She sat there for a moment, tilting her head one way, then the other as she tried to remember. Oh she had been asleep for such a long time really, memories that were once vivid were quite bleached out now, faded by time.*”If I remember…. My husband smoked opium before bed… I do believe… I still have his supply… I don’t know if you can handle it though… It’s refined but pure, perhaps a bit too pure for you, for your system as it is… He had this way of… boiling it down, condensing it, making it stronger…But if you want to try it, we can see if your body can handle it…”*If she remembered right, she still had his old pipe too, just the memory of it made her lick her lips softly… It wasn’t the craving for the drug oh no, she had her own personal drug, the same thing that was her only food source. Ambrosia was all she wanted, all she needed, and everything else just… Paled in comparison. His remark about the women though, oh that made her blush a bit there, a soft shade of rose on her cheeks there. She hadn’t blushed in so long, she had honestly forgotten what it was like… It was just… Oh that voice… Watching him lick his lips like that…. Oh he knew what he was doing, he was seducing her, as he had seduced every other woman in his life so far. He was… Oh outrageously good at it… Sinfully so… She couldn’t resist, her hands came up, cupping her sweet little tits, giving them a gentle squeeze as she felt just how hard her nipples were. She just whimpered softly, a sweet, soft little sight right on the end of it. Oh she nearly slid her hands beneath her skin to get herself off, it had been so long since she felt desire, it was rather like being a virgin all over again… She certainly wanted to take care of that sweet little ache forming, but at the same time she was relishing the feeling, wanting it to build until it would drive her to distraction. Her voice was little more than a breathy, plaintive little lamentation, lust riddled and more than a bit of desire in it.*”Oh yes… You can… Certainly fuck a woman with your voice… I feel… so very used after that… It’s a shame I have small breasts though… They probably fill your hand and no more… Though… I wonder… Are big busts still the…in thing now? Last I was awake, the fuller the figure, the more desirable a woman is… As you can see, I am more… delicately shaped then….Vivacious… “*She had always rather lamented the lack of her bust line, she was a nice full C cup, sitting so high with the most arrogant and proud little nipples… The sad fact of the matter was that wings do not constitute a large bust, you simply can not have one as well as the other, and she rather adored her wings. She had called him out on being a bad boy, such a player really, and her view on women in slacks and her general dislike of them. She smiled just a bit at his reply, that he hadn’t wanted a woman in slacks, though a certain little redhead she had seen told her otherwise. Was she going to mention that, goodness no, she was far from stupid. She loved that saucy little wink though, and she rewarded him with a sexy, husky little laugh really, adoring this little byplay. She had explained her family…if it could even be called that, since technically none of them had parents. They were just all the same sort of a thing, some a bit more pure than others, others older… But still similar enough to be related.*”I would not know, I have not known any families other than my own, so I couldn’t really say what was normal or not… I do know that we eat each other, we can go quite cannibalistic, absorbing the other if such a desire comes up on us… Though I think the last one who did so shall not be named, but that was oh… Let me think…. Seven hundred years ago?”*It was…somewhere around there, and the last one had been Kunthos… Nautilous’s father. She told him why she had come to get him, to drag him back with her, to stake her claim on his beautiful bottom… She told him the truth of it too, that she wasn’t capable of loving anymore, that she wasn’t interested in emotions. She just wanted to feel alive again, to shake off the eternal winter that had shrouded her, and to stop the white from encroaching any more. She blinked her eyes softly for a moment there, rubbing her lips together gently, wetting them with her tongue.*
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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: ”Good… We are both of an accord then…. The fact of the matter is that I think I am incapable of emotions… Sensations yes, oh yes indeed I feel lust and desire… But hatred or love… No… If we can agree not to allow things to come in and muddy it up, I think we can mix quite well together… Though I should warn you… I can get jealous… That is perhaps the last emotion I can feel… If I were to see you with a whore, some woman of the night, I would likely rip her head off her shoulders and leave you with the left overs… I don’t share the things I desire… Ever.”*She was honest about it at least, she usually was too, though she could lie like the devil when it suited her. She didn’t see the point in hiding it with him though, after all if he were able to top her, she would become his lover and there would be no good to come from her hiding the fact she killed without remorse anyone she felt was playing with her toys. He had brought her closer to him, making her rest her hands on his thighs or topple forward, just sitting a mere inch from his face. Her eye were just gorgeous up close, mesmerizing, captivating in their glittering rainbow brightness. She had related the fact she had never had rough sex before, that in truth, the entire thing was a bit odd for her. It wasn’t something she wouldn’t be interested in oh no, the way he painted the images for her, the description alone had her getting wet just thinking about them. She heard his little return quip, that he was more interested in if she could handle it, something she had to think about for a moment.*”Well it is impossible for me to die… You can bend me any way you like, as I said, I am outrageously flexible…. I probably would scream in all honesty, I haven’t had a lover in over a millennium… My beloved one was an elf, he was short and sweet… and a bit on the smaller side… At least, compared to what I’ve seen of yours, though there isn’t as much as I would like to see… You’ll have to catch me first though… I want you yes, but I can’t submit to desire to easily, you’ll have to beat me first. As you can see, I am quite curious to see if you can do it or not, because it’s more than just sex with me… It’s something you have to earn, you will have to fight for the right to mate me, not just make me wet with hot words…”*The Ichor had been given to him then, resulting in that almost violent reaction, making her have to sit on his lap to keep him from tearing off. Oh he had gotten hard beneath her ass then, she could feel him alright, every hot throbbing inch and oh did it ever make her ache… She couldn’t help the wriggle, her bod certainly wanted him, but her nature was a different sort of beast. She had gone to rise, only to have him refuse to let her go, moving to grip her bare ass, the only thing covering the fact she wore nothing underneath were the pale trips of fabric that made up her dress. His hands felt delicious on her bare skin really, it made her arch, made her wriggle on his lap even as she felt the walls, the blocks go up, the urge to fight him to prove he was a worthy mate. She snarled at him suddenly, primal and vicious, yet the sexuality that oozed off of her was thick as molasses and even sweeter. The pheromones coming off of her would have been a cocktail heady enough bowl anyone over really, her body was perfect, fecund and fertile and so deliciously ripe. She was made for fucking, for breeding, her whole body screamed for mating, and often… Oh yes, if he were capable of catching that scent, even in his high state of mind, it would have brought out all sorts of primal urges in him as well. She had to stop it, and stop it quickly, or her nature would take over her rationality and she would be fighting him tooth and nail. He was already weakened, cut up , burned and bruised… He would be no match for her and she would dismiss him physically as a mate, her body seeming him as inferior… She was released, moving to stand then, stepping away from him for a moment as she laid down her few little rules. She was nearly twitching at this point really, nature versus nurture of a sort, her need to mate at ends with her mentality. She had forbidden him her tree, the fruits and nectar both, he was not allowed to have a drop of it. In truth, he would be addicted to it, the immortality that Ambrosia offered… The high that came along with it, it was better than the high he got off of his opium, and she could easily see him getting hooked on it. He would abuse it too, and then she would be without her one source of food, the only thing that provided her any nourishment anymore. Her only other dead set rule was that he was nor permitted, under any condition, to cum inside her. She would rather he break the rule with the fruit… The quip about her cunt though, she brushed her hand across the front of her skirt, parting it so that just one inch thick portion of her skirt hung over her perfectly bare pussy.*”You mean this little bit of sweetness? No…”*She gave him just enough of a tease there, flashing him her bare pussy, just the barest little hint of pink at the cleft of it to reveal the sweet inner color of her folds.*”I do not mean my cunt, as you call it. I mean my Ambrosia tree, my fruit, and my only food source… It would make you immortal, and give you a high on a level that… Opium would never come close… As for the seed… Don’t misunderstand me, I love, I adore the way it feels when I feel a man release inside me… All hot, wet…heavy… The smell of musk and sex… The fact though, is that I do not want a child Ace, and I am outrageously fertile… If you ever did that, we would run the risk of getting pregnant, and why would anyone want that? No thank you, as beautiful as I am sure your children would be, I would rather not…. Unless… Are you sterile?... If you are, then I revoke that law, and you could load me up as much as you want… I am almost looking forward to it if you are… As for the rest, I believe it… But trust is earned… Now that it has all been handled… Let’s go… Grab onto me tightly, if you would? I am going to try and make this as gentle for you as I can, but I can’t guarantee anything…”
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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: *With that, as soon as he had wrapped his arms about her, she would take them from Naggoth back to her tree, nestled so safe and silent deep into the woods. The trip with her was surprisingly gentle, there was no roughness, no sudden landing or take off. It was all rather natural a gentle, sweet, soft sort of a ride. When they landed there, the glamor she had would drop, the light about her would fade and her horns would come to light, as well as her wings. She looked as though she were some sort of a fairy perhaps, yet it was obvious from the way she looked she didn’t have a single drop of the fairy blood in her. Her horns were delicate looking like the rest of her, tightly curled there against the sides of her head, as white as fresh fallen snow with the softest of ridges. Her wings were like that of a monarch almost, but pure white but for the palest gold about the center there…They were beautiful really, as delicate as a spider web, as tissue paper… Without that glow about her, he could see that she was no less beautiful without it, if anything, it made her stand out even more, as if every line were that much clearer. Her house was small and yet not so, set high up in a thick strong tree , the fruits and leaves long and away out of the reach of regular creatures. They would be a good, oh, two hundred feet off of the ground when they landed on her little patio. It was a simple little house, charming and sweet, neither masculine nor feminine. Plenty of windows were spread about, with a stone patio in the softest grey colors while the fencing about it all was of only the purest gold pine. She would move to the door then, reaching out to easily turn the handle, the door that had remained closed for six hundred years opened as easily as if it had only been yesterday since it was last used. The inside was all done up in more pine, with large branches of the tree making up the pillars that supported the roof. She didn’t make the tree grow around the house, rather her house had come up around the tree, and she used it in the support and foundation for much of her home. She released a soft sigh then, reaching back she ran her fingers over the tips and tops of her wings, fading them into oblivion. They would get in the way, and since Ace was certainly not a winged creature, it wouldn’t do to have her own. The horns she left though, as she didn’t see them being any sort of a hindrance. Not like her large wings would be. She slid the sleeves of her dress of her shoulders then, stepping out of the bloodied mess it had become, utterly naked beneath it as she had told him. She hadn’t been teasing him when she said she preferred to be naked, it was the actual truth, she disliked clothes in general. She stretched her arms over her head, feeling every sweet little muscle pull tight, flooding her skin with goosebumps as it felt just… Oh so amazing really. She padded into the kitchen area, covered in nothing but her long platinum blond hair, her high sweet breasts swaying with each step with just the right amount of jiggle. It took just a bit of rooting before she found the box she was looking for, pulling it out from the cupboard she had hidden it in, lifting the heavy wooden top.*”Ace, if you would come here please?”*She asked kindly, pulling out a large jade box, revealing a beautiful ivory pipe and a large onyx box with a red poppy painted on the top of it. She opened the lid, and with delicate fingers, pulled out the nearly pitch black resin there, rolling the sticky sweet substance between her fingers. Once she had it warmed, she loaded the pipe up, grabbing the box of matches beneath it. She would then cross over to the door just off from the kitchen, opening it to reveal the bathroom, a large tub resting in the floor there. She would pull a lever there, opening up a large panel in the ceiling, water coming out from that opening much like a heavy rain. The water would be a bit on the cooler side, but with the heat they had in the summer right now, along with the burns he had suffered it would probably be heaven to him.*”There isn’t any soap, I am afraid after so long has passed that anything like that dried up and dust, as well as towels… You are welcome to sun dry with me though… I rather prefer it to be honest, the sun feels so good on my skin, especially after a cool shower… Now, Why don’t you sit on the ledge and smoke your pipe while I shower, so I will be all done when you finish so I can help you get all this blood off of you… If you have any appetite, we can find something for you to eat I am sure, and then we can talk more if you are up to it… Or you can sleep, your choice…”
...Black Hearted Beast..
Ace
..Romance isn't in my repertoire honey. But a thousand ways to make you come are..
says to °€ternal Ⱳinter°†: ..he tilted his head when she spoke about Opium and what she thought of it.. that he could rage at her all she liked.. that he could only mark her if she wanted it.. that certainly made his brow rise.. if only for a moment.. - .. It can be seen as a narcoleptic.. to the human race.. .. he nodded.. resting his head back there against the wall.. this act.. this chatter between the pair of them was good.. it was allowing his body to settle a little.. to begin to attempt repairing the damage on the inside as well as the out.. though he would never be able to heal himself.. he was to far gone..he would require outside assistance.. and she was offering it.. so hell if he would say no to that..- .. I have watched what it does to the humans.. amusing as it is.. though.. cutting it with some hemlock does wonders.. they drop like flies.. .. he went to laugh before he grimaced and grabbed at his stomach once more.. oh his muscles were aching like a bitch- .. Opium has its benefits.. especially if smoked by the male.. it can successfully hinder pregnancy.. blocking off the male bodies production of what is required .. .. he nodded.. his hand rose to rub at his forehead lightly.. it was one of the main reasons he started in the first place.. otherwise he would have had kids everywhere .. and that’s the last thing he wanted.. - .. perhaps that’s why your husband smoked it before bed?.... he exhaled.. letting his hand rest there upon his lap- .. if you can locate it though.. I’ll be quite grateful indeed.. .. his body was itching for a hit of it.. and if it was as refined and pure as she said it was.. it would no doubt send him right on his ass at least for a little bit.. before his true inner self would show and that rough jagged personality would rear its ugly head.. he watched her.. observed her then when she reached up.. cupping those sweet little titsof hers.. giving them a gentle squeeze.. those sharply pointed ears of his twitched when he drank in the sound of her whimper.. he swallowed down the breath that was threatening to catch there and quite audible.. his brows furrowed when she said it was a shame she had small breasts though.. asking if the fuller figure was in.. or not- .. You do not have small breasts.. .. he reached forward.. dragging those dirty fingers of his down along the pure white fabric of her dress.. before he would circle where those tight little buds would have been.. he could feel their hardness through the wispy material.. slowly.. tormenting her with those delicate little strokes before he suddenly just grabbed those fleshy globes.. his fingers curling in tight.. gripping- .. they.. are fucking perfect.. I’ve never much cared for larger breasted women.. they tend to get in the way.. these here.. are just right.. not non existstant.. and not just hanging there letting gravity take control.. .. she spoke about them being on the same level then.. that emotions were not on the table.. just the fucking awesome sensations of lust and desire.. he tilted his head when she said she got jealous though.. and he laughed.. - .. Well.. as long as I get what I want from you.. I wont need to go to some woman of the night as you put it.. .. he dragged his tongue across his lower lip- .. You with hold it.. and Ill walk.. quite simple.. Ill tell you that right now.. I’ve no reason to hide it.. I care not for your heart.. or your precious sensibilities.. I just want to fuck you.. .. he had given her that blood.. and they had that precious little by play then.. her on his lap.. him bucking up against her whilst she wriggled and writhed.. he was exhausted.. completely and utterly but with that writhing hot little body on his lap..he could have easily flipped her over and just fucked her roughly.. at least until he just about collapsed from the blood loss.. it’d probably kill him.. but it would be worth it.. he released her then.. and she moved to stand.. she laid down her ground rules.. the fruit.. and so on.. before she began to peel back the layers of fabric.. revealing that sweet bare little pussy of hers.. oh his breath seized there.. his heart took a stuttering beat.. Oh sweet mother of god.. he just wanted to bury his head between those creamy white thighs of hers and go to town on those delicate little folds.. he swallowed.. nodding when she explained it all a bit further- .. not sterile no.. possibly quite the opposite… though not willing to chance it.. have no interest in children.. they only cause fucking trouble.. .. and trouble was all they were.. the moment he had the chance.. he’d kill that boy of his.. the fucker should have stayed dead.. the pair of them travelled then.. away from naggaroth.. down to the surface.. it was quite a smooth mode of travel.. he was impressed really.. before he viewed the scene before him.. lush.. green.. a large unassuming tree,..with a house nestled in its branches.. it wasn’t flashy or over done.. it was quaint.. she lead him inside.. before she stripped out of her clothing.. wandering around the place naked as the day she was born.. oh and he got quite an eyeful.. that ass was firm.. ripe.. tight.. that body of hers was exquisite..smooth and supple.. and those tits.. oh he just wanted to get his hands on her.. but.. it would be then that he’d get a glance down over himself.. all bloodied and torn.. cuts littering his arms.. his legs.. those slacks of his were torn to shreads.. large chunks of fabric were missing.. revealing those lean muscular legs of his.. he exhaled.. reaching up to rake his fingers through his blood slick hair.. before she called out to him.. he rounded the corner then.. watching as she pulled out the box.. the pipe was beautiful really.. well made.. he sunk down to sit there upon the ledge in the bathroom taking the pipe from her as he lit one of those matches.. dipping it into the end of the pipe as he began to pull from it..allowing the smoke to fill his mouth.. his eyes just about rolled back in his head soon after.. it was indeed pure.. ripe.. smooth and like nothing he had ever had.. he thought what he smoked was good.. this stuff was fucking heaven compared.. he just about slid down from the seat there onto the floor.. his legs stretched out before him.. those same thin lids fluttered a little as he watched her wander off to step beneath the wall of water.. -
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *That was something about the First birth that was quite different from the succeeding generations, the first wave were flawless, far more in control of their vessels than the others were. They were also more locked into them, they had that extra control yes, but they could never have another body. Once this one was destroyed, they no longer could take a corporeal form, losing all chance to ever walk among others ever again. Because of that though, she could decide how much damage to take, how much to allow to settle into her skin. If say, he went off on a tangent, swan diving off into the deep end… Well, he could cut, claw, choke, punch… Just about all of it and it wouldn’t leave a mark. Yet, say, if he were to spank her and she enjoyed it, then her lovely pale skin would welt up a pretty pink for him. That was the difference… Whether or not she wanted that physical pain or not, to use it as a chaser, to lace the pleasure she might get. The fact was she still had no idea if he could please her or not, after all words were all good and fine, but the actual act itself was going to have to prove for itself if it was all he was painting it up to be. She just smiled softly at that brow rise there.*”Strange I know… but say, if someone got close enough to Khorn, drove a knife or sword into him, he wouldn’t bleed or show damage. We can choose what damage to show or sustain, it’s part of who we are, if not what…”*She tilted her head again, hearing him talk about cutting the opium with hemlock, how it makes them drop like flies. She shook her head then, her brows furrowing just a bit, her voice soft as she spoke.*”That makes no sense, what a waste of a plant, especially one like hemlock… You can use Cerbera Odollam, it grows like a weed and looks like a pretty flowering bush, and the sap you can gather is so easily mixed in with opium as it is also white you wouldn’t need to work as hard. Unlike hemlock too, you just have a bit of a tummy cramp, then you slip into a coma, and an hour later the heart politely stops beating. It’s virtually painless and looks completely natural. I will have to show you how to use it, if you want to use it to cut your opium, it isn’t as if humans aren’t prolific breeders to start with.”*She honestly held no love of humans, not a single one of them were worth spit, just nasty little bottom feeders who made everything ugly with their hand prints. She nearly, oh so nearly wanted to slap him then, the comment about her husband smoking it before bed to make himself sterile. He didn’t know… he knew nothing of her past, or the trials that had come from it. It wasn’t his fault… She took a moment or two before she spoke, not wanting to react quickly, such rapid actions here not of her nature… The fact that he had even gotten her mad, well, that was quite a shock really… Perhaps… Perhaps he might just be her summer boy after all… Rather funny in a way, this man who was as black as the darkest night, as vicious and cutting as the keenest blade, might just have enough passion in him to thaw her out… Possibly…*”My husband was naturally sterile… He took the opium for his pain, he had lost the use of one of his legs and much of his spine had been snapped when his war horse fell on him. It took us three hundred years before our son was born, though I can not say that if it took that long because of the opium or not. I will gladly look for it once we reach my house, after all I have no use for it, and it might as well go to someone who can… With all you have been through down here, I don’t doubt you would welcome the dragon, you probably need it…”*She wouldn’t let him smoke it alone though, it was strong stuff, it had to be to help Mortiki with the pain he had been locked in for so very many years. She had to wonder then, for a little bit at least, if the fact that he had been smoking Opium for so long might have been why they had such a hard time conceiving… Her beloved… He had been wonderful and soft, sweet and kind to her, he had loved her without conditions or reservations… But sex had been few and far between even on the best of times… She knew the fall from the horse had damaged his reproductive organs, she had always figured it was what had caused that sterility, but it might not have been the only factor… It didn’t matter anymore though, not really, not when he had been dead so long… She mentally shook off the shadows of the past there, leaving them to hang about in the vast corners of her mind where thy belonged, and not pitter pattering about the front of her consciousness. He had certainly helped in that little conquest there, hearing those hot words, the tormenting teasing he was putting her through. He was arousing her, and she made no lie about it, and if she wanted to touch herself she would do so, she did so. She had whined softly, her hands rising to cup her breasts, feeling those pert little berries through the lace. She might… She might actually have to take care of herself, a rare thing indeed, since she had never really been pushed to that point before… She was just becoming a bit of a mess really, and she was relishing it, letting him drag her down to his level. She always felt so lacking in the breast department, compared to so many of the busty women she had known, the few friends she had had were always so much larger than she was…. Compared to them, she was quite the member of the itty bitty titty comity. She had dropped her hands to her sides, wondering if voluptuous was still the call of the day, form wise… She was more than a bit shocked when he reached out though, telling her that she wasn’t lacking in the chest department, his fingers tracing the outline of her nipples nearly perfectly. She drew in a stuttered breath, those jewel like eyes wide with shock, her fingers fisting in the multi stripped fabric of her skirt. Oh…. Oh goodness… That was feeling quite nice, something she was familiar with… Though the next step was entirely out of left field to her, the fierce gripping of her breasts, the way his fingers bit into her flesh… How to… Process that?... It was certainly alien to her, not something she had ever felt before, and that heady hit of pleasure and pain were so tightly interwoven she couldn’t separate one from the other.
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: She was torn between leaning into his hands or pulling away, flight or fight, to break his fingers or strip her dress off…. Odd indeed…. She instead talked, trying to let her body sort through what it was feeling, because her mind certainly couldn’t make sense of it. She told him she got jealous, badly so honestly, and there was no point in hiding it. If he ever found out later on, for what ever reason, she would feel dirty for not being upfront about it. His response made her tilt her head once more, those precious little brows drawing close over her nose, those gem like eyes showing a bit of confusion there.*”I don’t have a heart anymore I don’t think, and if I do have sensibilities, I doubt you would be able to comprehend their depth or the reason behind them… As for withholding it, you have to earn it, I am not like any other woman you have known before… I won’t just…. Goodness what is that word?... Pat out… Push out?...Put out? Yes… That’s it… I won’t just put out because you want it, or even because I want it, it’s not my nature… If you want to fuck me, you have to prove you are a worthy mate, strong enough to handle me. Even my own husband had to fight me to earn it, and he had won in the end, even if it had caused his accident. If you don’t think you are up to it… Well I can’t blame you… Why fight for something, when someone else offers you a cheap knock off for free, especially when you won’t have to do anything for it… “*After all, he could have any woman he wanted really, just give him a bath and a change of clothes and a woman would be on his cock like a child on a pogo stick. A few sweet words would be all he needed, and he would have his desires handled, even if it were watered down. She had given him that blood then, just enough to help him stabilize, to give him the strength to stand so he could make the trip back with her. The time here really was precious, and it was tickling down bit by bit, each moment breaking down her glamor and hiding herself from those who would desire her greatly. After she had calmed him down from that first initial reaction, made him focus on her, to think rather than react… Then she had stood on the second attempt, the first had resulted in his hands on her ass, keeping her quite snug in his lap. She had laid down her ground rules, just simple things really, requiring respect from both parties but nothing more. She respected and cherished her things, because for her to hold onto anything, meant they were important. Everything in her house mattered to her, everything held a special little memory, and she wanted them respected. Her food source of course was vital, it was the only way she could gain any sort of nourishment, a way to sustain this body… And of course, the matter of copulation if such were to occur. He had made that dit about her cunt as he called it, which for hi arrogance, she turned it about face on him. She was not like other women, she went toe to toe with him, she didn’t bend. She saw him swallow, knowing what she was doing, the game they were both playing with full knowledge of every piece if not the other player. She had asked if he was sterile, and she rather hoped he was in a way, would certainly make things a good deal more fun for her… Though his response rather dashed that part, saying it was rather quite the opposite, though he like her at least wanted no children.*”I would rather not, truly. I have my two sons and that is enough for me. Though for the trouble… I have to admit… Finding good breeding stock is really, terribly hard, isn’t it? It seems they either come out mad, betray you, or disappoint you… Still… We always have one that is good… our favorite you know, every parent does…”*She knew she did, she was so very, very guilty of having her favorite. She had asked him to hold onto her, to do so tightly while she took them back, ensuring she gave him the best trip she possibly could. Chaos was a messy thing, and it took a bit of fine dancing on her part, but she had them back wouthout a single bump so she had done what she set out to do, at least on that front. As soon as she was home she didn’t even spare a moment, the wings were put away and the dress was taken off, gleefully abandoned as she resumed her most comfortable state. Utter nudity. She really didn’t understand clothes, man had started out with none, and the invention of it was probably the start of the downfall for the entire race. She had no shame in her body, she was lean, athletically curved… Petit and long of arm and leg with a little waist and sweetly curved hips and thighs, but far from what a person could call curvaceous, and one could certainly see her muscle tone. She was not a woman who sat idle, she went out and hunted or swam, or swung through the trees as she went this or that place. Life was meant to be enjoyed, clothes were just petals on a flower, but she preferred to be the root… Deep and dark, hidden beneath the unassuming ground, yet the source of that very plants flowers and leaves.*
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *She had handed him the pipe after she loaded it for him, keeping his size small to keep him from over doing it, taking too much too soon and probably killing himself in the process. She had lead him to the bathroom then, started the shower and tub combo, telling him she would star and he could finish it with her. She wanted to get the smell of chaos off of her, to rid her skin from the stink of blood, iron and copper… She stepped under that cold water then, shivering hard as it assaulted her skin for the first few moments, then sighing softly as she adjusted. She ran her hands over her skin then, washing off his blood, the dirt off of the floor that had ended up on her skin when she had gone to his lap. Her hair darkened up under the water, turning into the soft gold of sunlight rather than the pale white of platinum, the curls slicking down to cling to her skin. She turned then, to see him take that first hit, making sure he didn’t hit the floor if she could.*”He knew what he was doing, my husband… He taught me everything he knew about plants, how to heal, and how to kill… He knew how to refine their properties until just a drop of it were more potent than a gallon of the regular means… From the look on your face, you appreciate his works, appreciate the fine opium he created… Just… take it slowly… A few more hits then you ought to strip out of those…rags… I’ll make sure you are rinsed off properly, get all this yuck off of you, then set you out to dry with me… Now… Do you want to wear clothes or?... I ask because honestly, I was not making jest with you, I really don’t wear clothes too often. I prefer the natural state, and unless I make you uncomfortable, you may as well adjust to the sight of me as I am now… At least, in so far as you chose to remain with me, even if I put out or not… Keep in mind, if you would, that you forgot something down in Naggoth Ace… I can keep them from retrieving you. Khorn can send every little bitch witch at his disposal, every one of his favorite little warriors, and I will dispatch them right on back to his domain… I can keep them from dragging you back to that dark room, back to the torture, to the abuse…”*She bent clean at the waist then, pulling her hair over her shoulder to run her fingers through it, combing the lengths out to remove the tangled bits that might exist.*”I came to find you, not for your looks, nor for mating… Though those are tempting as they are, which you should be proud of honestly because I certainly don’t care for either one normally… I came to find you because for some reason… I woke up for you… I want to find out what that reason is. Until then, see this as a…. partnership of sorts… I give you opium and sanctuary, and if you can prove worthy, this….fucking as you described it… You in return, will be exactly what and who you are, so I can figure out why I’m drawn to you… Fair enough, don’t you think?”
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...Black Hearted Beast..
Ace
..Romance isn't in my repertoire honey. But a thousand ways to make you come are..
: .. he nodded as he listened to her speak on one of her magical ‘traits’ that she could chose when something hurt.. the damage ..wether or not it showed.. certainly an interesting ability and not one he had heard of before.. it was quite impressive really.. then she went on to tell him that Cerbera Odollam was an easier poison to cut with Opium, that its colouring made it simple and its effects were just as fatal..- ..well I will certainly take that on advisement.. I cant say I have heard of this.. Cerbera Odollam.. but if it is indeed as simple to cut with the opium as you say it is.. well it would certainly cut a great deal of the effort out of it.. which would be helpful when I’m interested in getting rid of someone.. publically.... he nodded when she went on to tell him about her lack of heart.. that if she did have sensibilities that he’d not be able to comprehend them.. his brows furrowed a touch there.. deciding in a moment perhaps two wether or not that was a keyed insult directed at him.. she spoke on him having to earn his place.. that she wouldn’t just give it up so easily- .. Well I am always up for a challenge.. .. he shrugged his shoulders a little- .. no skin off my nose if it doesn’t work out.. Clearly you’re gorgeous..you have a body to die for.. your smart.. quick witted.. sharp as a tack.. I’m not saying you’re not worth the fight.. not at all.. But we will see.. who comes out the victor in this little.. event.. .. he nodded.. if she wouldn’t ‘put out’ as she put is.. he’d go elsewhere.. regardless of wether or not she thought it was so very lacking in comparison.. he’d had good and bad lovers.. some were a hellova lot better than the others.. some were akin to dead fish.. just laying there till he just about suffocated them to spring them to life.. though he knew.. deep down that if he did just go.. screw around with the whores in the village.. that in the back of his mind.. he’d be thinking about the little conquest that slipped through his fingers.. Oh he’d fight alright.. and he’d obtain that body for his own.. by the end of their play time she’d be begging for it..he was that sure of himself.. he’d always been that sure of his abilities.. sure.. sometimes he was thrown a left hook that threw him a bit off course.. but in the end.. he got what he wanted.. he’d had plenty of practise.. and time to refine his skill..they spoke then on children and the sheer lack of wanting any.. he nodded.. he was in agreement with her then..- .. Oh there’s always a favourite and a bastard.. .. he nodded once more..- .. I haven’t laid eyes upon the favourite child for a while now.. he’s a deceptive little fucker.. Im quite proud really.. the other one.. well.. .. he screwed up his face then.. shaking his head- .. useless.. dripping with goodness and morals.. Id love nothing more than to end his life.. just cut him clean out of the picture.. him and that god forsaken slut he’s calling his fiancé.. .. he just about spat his words out like they were venom he had to purge- .. kill them both and their coming offspring.. useless wastes of space.. and his soon to be wife was a lousy fuck.. .. he shook his head.. he took the pipe with her offering a gracious thankyou.. it would do wonders for the aching that was occurring deep down within him.. that and the addiction itch that never really left.. he watched her as she stepped beneath that wall of water.. hearing her gasp.. almost feeling her tremble even from as far away as he was.. he had drawn back a few times on that ornate pipe she had given him.. allowing that thick pure laced smoke to fill his lungs and cause that mind of his to float.. oh it was pure heaven really.. he nodded and the smoke curled rather seductively out of his mouth when he spoke- .. he certainly did know what he was doing yes.. this stuff is equisite .. just.. perfect really.. all Id need now is a bottle of whisky..a hot young thing on my lap and Id die a very.. very happy man.. .. he laughed.. shaking his head as he stretched those legs out before him.. he kept his gaze upon her.. watching her as the water cascaded down those demure curves of hers.. she was a true beauty.. there was no denying it.. he’d never ever seen anything of her calibre.. Ever.. he had taken those few more hits.. and his body was feeling.. quite good by that stage.. the ache.. the pain from the cuts had all but been whisked away.the bandaged around his middle though had become quite red as the cuts continued to bleed beneath them.. he placed the pipe down upon the bench there.. allowing the last line of white smoke curl out from between his lips before he would reach down to remove those boots.. he didn’t have to be asked twice.. the belt was in tatters but would still need to be removed.. the buckle unfastened.. the buttons the same.. before he would slide that blood slick.. sticky fabric down his legs.. along with what was left of the shorts beneath.. leaving him with nothing on.. just those bandages.. he would begin to peel those away.. rounding them over and over.. wincing every so often as the blood and open wounds had attached to the thin material.. before he would be.. completely naked before her.. - .. Im not uncomfortable with nudity.. never have been.. whatever works.. so long as you don’t mind this body being perpetually aroused with you around.. .. he shrugged his shoulders- .. can’t help it.. it knows what it likes.. .. and aroused he was.. oh utterly and completely ..that thick cock of his was hardened.. and quite possibly the only part of him that wasn’t coated with blood or dust.. there was a groan there in the back of his throat when she bent there at the waist.. oh he watched.. very closely- ..well then.. I will be forever greatful for your help.. I don’t know what it is about me that.. tore you from your slumber.. but whatever it is.. certainly works in my favour.. I’m not going to play games with you Mala.. I have no desire to conjure up a disguise and pretend to be something I’m not.. you’ve already seen through a great deal of it.. and you Know about me.. it would be stupid of me to even attempt it.. so what you see.. is what you get..
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *She giggled softly when he said he would take it all on advisement, after all, it isn’t as if he could test it out himself! Well… Rather he could but, it would just land him right back where she had found him, and really what was the point in that? The plant was such an unassuming little thing really, it had a simple five pointed flower, and long thin green leaves. It never wilted, it never dropped its leave in the fall like other plants did, and the flower simply rotted on the stalk once they bloomed before they fell to the ground. The only way a person could guess just how poisonous it was, would be the fact that animals never went near it, no bird nor deer ever came close to the stuff.*”It’s true, and having you test it for yourself, though a painless and rather sweet way to die certainly isn’t something I see you wanting to test out. We did just get you back from the dead after all! Really, it’s the fact that the coloring is so similar that makes it quite easy, both thick and white and sticky… At least, before it becomes refined, but at that point the toxins of it are already absorbed so it’s job has been done. Though if you want to get rid of someone publically, poison seems to be a bit of a waste isn’t it, since poison is quite the nameless killer. Then again, I am sure you know exactly what you are doing, I just don’t comprehend the reason behind it…”*She had spoken then, telling him that she didn’t really think she had a heart anymore, and that her sensibilities would be a bit out of his grasp. It wasn’t a dive at him per sey, but rather the fact that the things that did matter to her, were something no one could understand. She told him that if he wanted her though, he would have to work for it, though not in a way that perhaps he had ever had before. After all, it wasn’t as if he would have to put on his best clothes, or try to charm her with sweet words like he might have with anyone else. No, he would have to fight her, physically. It was… almost how humans described rape, but in truth it was simply nature. A strong, verile mate is what every female needs, and any weakness must be bred out of the line. Even though she told Ace flat out he was forbidden from cuming in her, that the last thing either of them wanted was a breeding, her body would still demand the same things as if she were. At least with him though, for the sake of the progression of the line, she could keep this little body of hers on a more… normal level. It would work and function much like a humans would during the fight, perhaps a bit stronger but not so much that it would be impossible for him. It would be a challenge yes, but far from impossible, as it would be if she didn’t have the ability to adjust. Her lips curled up in that little smile there, soft and sweet really, brought forward by his words. A gorgeous body no…Not in her mind… Everything else she could take though.*”Your blood loss is showing Ace…. Your right about everything but the body to die for, you’ve had a few that had curves that were absolutely heavenly, and I know I am far more athletically shaped that anyone else you’ve been with. Still, sweet words are nice, it’s been a very long time since I’ve heard them…. I do look forward to your attempt Ace, I really do, I think you’ll make a phenomenal mate… This rough fucking has peaked my interest, I have to admit that, even if I don’t quite know the alls of it. Plain to cause pleasure is quite the novel ideal to me, I do hope you won’t hold back, I do so hate only experiencing something half way…. Such a waste if you do…”*She did hope he had it in him, of course it would have to wait until he was all healed up, that or he decided to be quite devious and take her unawares… That was always a possibility, after all a strong mate is good, but a smart one is just as much. She wondered which route he might take to have her, if he was willing to fight for her, to take rights to mating. They had gone into the bit about their children, how there was always one that was just a terrible disappointment, and usually the other was the pet child. She listened to him when he told her about his favorite, she could almost see the pride in his face, though the second one… Oh my… Now she was disappointed in her son, she had always felt he had too much of his father in him, too broken to be really worthwhile…. Even so, she didn’t want him dead, she just preferred to forget about him. She tilted her head when he got to the end, and debated just what to say, or if she should say anything at all… It must be the blond she had seen, the little thing that had spent the most time with him, the one he had proposed to… Oh yes, she was quite aware of his life, at least so far as the last year which had taken her interest. She however, didn’t watch the two he had mentioned, apparently the little thing had gone from father to son… Not exactly unheard of, and it was something she could understand, especially if the later made a better mate. What she couldn’t understand was why anyone would drop Ace… Oh he was dark yes, but since when did darkness have anything to do with matings? He was strong, he was intelligent, and he looked like mating with him would be quite pleasurable… He should have had no problem providing the most basic of needs… Expecting anything else was a stupid claptrap of sentimentality, it muddied the true nature of things, drug emotions into a thing that didn’t need them. She decided then in those moments to say nothing, because nothing was really needed, not in that. He was angry, he probably had his pride quite bruised, and was simply bleeding it out like a purge… She had given him the opium instead, loading her beloved ones pipe for him, knowing it would do well for him. Soon enough he wouldn’t feel any pain at all, but that didn’t mean he would be healed, no that was still up to her to help along with… She had seen from his face that he was in pure rapture really, commenting as she did about her husbands skill, his ability of refining things. She wanted him to be appreciative, not for herself, but for her dearest one… He might be dead, but his works would live on, and they deserved respect just as he had, if he were still alive. She stopped for a moment, her hair slick and plastered against her hair, her whole body glistening as she turned to look at him with those rainbow colored eyes. They were quite different here than they had been down in Naggoth, brighter, sharper… The colors shifted constantly, each time her eyes moved or the sun caught them, her eyes just glittered and shone.*
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: ”I can do all of those… but killing you would be such a waste… I would rather save that act for when it is merited. You know I wonder…. You rather…. Remind me of him… The Opium… The Whiskey… He adored a fine whisky, typically had one right along with his pipe… Your coloring is similar too, though his eyes were gold, like sunlight…. You are both even tan, scared from war and pain, yet resilient… So very curious….”* If he wanted a whiskey, she would give him one, after all alcohol held so much better than anything else did. She had told him to just take a few hits from that pipe, to set it down and come in and join her, she wanted to access just how much damage he had endured down there… She had asked him if he was uncomfortable with nudity as he undressed, preparing to come in with her, dropping off all those tattered layers… After all, she would remain clothed if it worked better for him, just a matter of respect really, of kindness. Those tattered pants had come off, and she was given the sight of that cock she had felt, completely free of clothing and restraint. Her eyes were immediately riveted by it, her lips parted in gentle surprise, her tongue dragging across her lower lip as a sudden hunger reared up inside her. She had bent at the waist, dragging her hair over her shoulder to comb it out, and more so to keep herself focused. She was getting…a touch uncomfortable really… Not that nudity bothered her, but at the arousal, it was certainly hitting her the more she was around him… She actually fidgeted a bit when the bending actually brought her to an eye level with that thick jutting cock, so close she could smell it, that heady musk mixed with blood.*”Oh good graces….”*She whined, her breath catching in the back of her throat, her fingers itching to slide between her thighs. It was strong… oh his scent… the smell of his seed still buried inside him… Oh her nipples were so hard they ached, they just hurt so very much… She shivered hard there, righting herself, giving her body a shake to try and let it all roll off… Her voice was higher than it had been before, and she couldn’t do a thing about it, she was too aroused at that point. It was just a sweet, honeyed pitch, almost like a purr.*”Arousal or lack of it are natural states… I don’t see it as being something that I would mind, after all, it isn’t exactly an unpleasant thing to look at… Are you sure it will fit? I really don’t think it will Ace… It’s…. really quite large, isn’t it?”*She would guide him into the tub with her, her fingers warm and gentle on his skin, keeping him stable so he could step in with her. She kept their communication open and honest then, telling him that she could offer him a sanctuary, keep him safe from the wrath of Khorn if she wanted to. All she wanted was him being exactly who he was, a dark ugly bastard with a soul full of venom… Or what he could be… What might be possible for him to become, if given the proper chances… Who knew?*”I do not want gratitude, just keep me awake… That is all I ask… That I not slip back into that eternal slumber once more… I want to see why it is I woke for you, why it is that I lust for you so simply, without you having done anything… I want you exactly as you are, all your hatred and your rage, I want to delve through every layer you have until we get to the core of you… Only then might I find the secret which I seek… Now this is going to be cold… so I’ll make it a little… sweeter for you…”*She would guide him into the water then, but graciously for him, she had taken the brunt of the ice cold water and what was left was a perfect sort of coolness. It would just seem much colder at the first, but once he adjusted, he would find it quite soothing. She didn’t step behind him, nor to the side of him, but rather she remained directly in front of him. What she did would probably drop him like a rock, but it didn’t matter at this point, the worst of the fight was over. She reached out both her hands then, running them through his hair to loosen the blood and gore that had settled there… Oh but his hair was even better than it looked, so much thicker, with a stubborn life of it’s own… The more the water fell on him the cleaner he got, the more she could see the myriad of cuts and burns on him, the way they had barely spared an inch of him… Still, they all seemed to be rather shallow, superficial things… Since he had stopped coughing up blood, she figured it had been magical versus natural things that had caused it, so she needn’t worry about any internal damage… At least, so she thought. She slowly ran her hands down every inch he had, savoring the feel of his skin under her fingers, brushing away dried and fresh blood alike, picking out gravel from wounds where there were any… She was starting on his legs when once more that thick, jutting cock was looking at her right in the eyes, her mouth watered and yet went dry all at once… The second his scent hit her, she was gone really, her whole body just switched gears on her… Her hands slide up his now cleaned legs, up along those strong calves, the thickly muscled thighs before she dug her nails into his ass. A few more cuts wouldn’t matter after all, and at least she would bring him pleasure, even as she caused him pain. She gripped that fantastic, beautiful, strong ass in her hands before his cock would find itself buried inside her mouth. She didn’t tease him with it, she didn’t stroke his shaft, or plant little kisses on the head… No, she simply parted her lips and took him to the hilt in one fluid, perfect motion. She thought she would die from pleasure then, her eyes rolling up in the back of her head for a moment before she would look up at him, her eyes seeking out his own to lock with. She looked soooooo bad there, such a beautiful, innocent looking face with that thick dick buried down her throat. It was like watching an angel giving you a blow job. She released his ass after a moment, whimpering around his cock, each little sound vibrating up his shaft. She would take his hands, guide them to her hair, an open invitation for control… Why?... Because she wanted to see… What all this brutal fucking was about… She couldn’t mate with him till he earned that right, but the rest of it, oh she could do that all night… If he buried his hands in her hair, she would put one hand right back on his ass, while the other would dive between his legs to palm and roll his balls in her hand. Oh she would have a hard time of it here, the water running over the both of them would make breathing tricky work, and that was all without his cock in her mouth as it was…. She wanted it though, she wanted it all, and her eyes told him as much… Fuck me, they would seem to say, their colors brighter than ever and glittering like a thousand gems.*
...Black Hearted Beast..
Ace
..Romance isn't in my repertoire honey. But a thousand ways to make you come are..
says to °€ternal Ⱳinter°†: .. I don’t think you’d kill me.. you’ve had plenty of opportunities.. just in the short space we have known one another.. and yet.. here I am.. seated in your bathroom.. watching you bathe .. and you’ve handed me an opium pipe with only the purest substance known within it.. I happen to think you like me.. quite a bit.. .. he laughed.. before he grimaced just a touch more.. reaching down to clutch at his stomach.. there were no internal injuries so to speak.. he wasn’t bleeding out on the inside or anything like that.. just every single muscle in that torso region was on fire.. they ached like a bitch..he listened when she spoke about how he reminded her of her husband.. the opium and the whisky.. how he adored a fine whisky.. how their colouring was also very similar though the eyes were different.. tanned.. scarred from war and pain yet still firm and resilient.. he nodded.. taking another draw from that pipe.. oh it was pure heaven really.. a completely euphoric feeling in his head.. it took the edge off his body faster than the stuff he thought was pure..the aching the pain.. it all just seemed to slip away.. being replaced by the soft warmth that only that drug could gift.. - .. I think you’l find it hard pressed to find a male that doesn’t like his whisky whilst smoking.. say a cigarette.. .. he would begin to undress then.. or to remove what was left of those tattered rags on his person.. the belt.. the strips of fabric on his legs.. those shorts.. revealing that bare lean muscular body of his.. he would peel back those bandages slowly.. around and around and around.. they were sticky and soaked with blood and sweat.. they tore into his flesh every so often causing him to hiss and grit his teeth down.. before he would be.. there.. before her as naked as she.. he would watch her then.. drinking in her reactions.. how those plump soft sweet little lips of hers parted and she took that breath.. his sharply pointed ears twitched when she spoke.. her voice raising just a touch higher than it was before.. poor wee little thing she was aroused..and he was finding that highly amusing.. enough to cause a smirk to settle there upon his rough.. blood stained features.. - .. I’ll make it fit.. .. would be all he’d say in response to her questioning if it would.. what he took from that was that she wasn’t used to someone of his.. size.. which meant she had to be excruciatingly tight.. and that was just undeniably hot.. he felt her small hand slide across his as she guided him down into the tub.. her hands were warm.. but it was a stark contrast to the coldness of the water.. his body stiffened and he growled.. his brows furrowed.. it was an interesting sensation really.. all hitting him at once.. the cool of the water was ever ever so soothing on those open wounds of his.. his body was running quite hot as it tried in vain to repair itself.. but it was also damn cold that it made him hiss.. he would in time get used to it.. - .. Fuck.. .. he groaned.. shifting his shoulders .. jerking a bit as he warmed to the temperature.. his gaze lifted as he looked up to her.. standing there directly before him.. in all her intoxicating glory.. oh.. oh but when she reached to slide her fingers through his hair.. his lids instantly grew heavy.. half closing there upon his face.. he exhaled a deeper.. somewhat shakey breath.. that felt incredible.. her fingers continued down the length of his body.. washing away all the grime.. the grit.. the old blood and mud.. she flooded the open wounds to remove the gravel.. anything that wasn’t meant to be there was soon shifted.. it should have stung, ached and hurt like a bitch.. but that opium was doing a damn fine job of keeping his mind otherwise occupied.. and his pain receptors were practically put to sleep.. his chest rose and fell with the soft breaths he was taking.. his muscles twitched and tensed every so often.. though he was fairly relaxed really.. with the way she was manipulating his body.. that is until she dug her nails into his ass.. those eyes of his snapped open- … What The Fuck.... he growled.. his body arched forward.. and then she felt that silky soft heat when she practically swallowed his cock whole.. his head rocked back.. a deeper groan sounding as his arms swung around.. his hands fell to her head there.. those fingers curled in.. tangling within her soaked locks.. scratching against her scalp in the process.. he exhaled long and very.. very deep as he dipped his head once more.. to look down to her there.. catching her looking back up to him.. her mouth wrapped so tightly.. so firmly around his cock.. such innocence.. such beauty.. doing such a naughty dirty little act.. he just had to grit his teeth down..the image along with the sensations coming from it were fucking phenominal.. he wasn’t going to wait for her to slide that head back and drag it out like some two bit whore.. no.. he needed this more ..and he wasn’t interested in teasing or tormenting.. he knew she had to be having a bit of trouble what with the water cascading down over her.. she’d only be able to breathe every so often..upping the anty Just a little.. he drew back those hips of his.. feeling her throat release ..making him hiss before he would thrust back in.. the hands on her head would still her.. not allowing her to move.. not allowing her to take the control she might well have desired.. that mouth of hers was for that moment his to do with whatever he so chose..and fuck her he did.. his fingers slid through those wet locks of hers.. pooling them to the back of her head like a ponytail.. holding them tight.. firm nearly ripping them straight from her scalp whilst he skull fucked that pretty little mouth and throat.. every now and then he’d buck against her brutally .. violently.. forcing that length further into her throat and just about sending her off balance.. only to yank her back by her hair into position..his growling only got deeper.. his groaning louder.. his breathing shorter and so much sharper.. his free hand would come around then..one remained behind her head.. holding her hair tightly.. the other would suddenly and without warning.. collide with her right cheek.. slapping right into that softly coloured skin-
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
...
says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *She couldn’t help that smile there, the cheek he had, the cocky arrogance… Oh she adored it really, something about it just struck a chord in her, made her want to see just how much of that was hot air or not. Either way, she found it all too enjoyable to pass up, she would stroke that pretty little ego of his if it brought more of this about. He was right of course, she wouldn’t kill him, not unless he did something she considered beyond the pale. And perhaps… Just perhaps… She did like him a bit more than she was willing to admit. Why that was though she wasn’t quite sure, but something about him had certainly caught her attention, or more precisely several somethings.*”No… I wouldn’t kill you, not unless you did something I saw as unforgiveable… As for the rest… Well, that could be possible… Maybe I do like you, perhaps, just a little bit… Surely there is something in you worth liking… Aside from your devilish good looks of course!”*She teased, stroking him with the velveteen glove of her words, bolstering him up. She was a bit struck by the similarity between the two, between this Ace and her beloved Mortiki, yet the two were also outrageously different. Mortiki had been ever gentle with her, always the softest of lovers, the tenderest of men… And yet… Here was Ace, who she had seen was brutal to his very bones, by his very own admission… Yet somehow they were similar… Life was perhaps a little funny. His little dit there made her giggle a bit, shrugging her shoulders softly as she spoke.*”You know, I couldn’t tell you if that was true or not… I will simply have to take your word on it since I have only known two men in my life, and only one of them had that habit. I will keep it in mind though… Next time I will come over and settle in your lap, whiskey and pipe in hand, and just make your day something else hmm?”*She teased softly, shooting him a wink as she washed all the blood off of her body, removing the grit and grime from her perfect skin. When he had removed everything, standing in front of her gloriously nude, in his perfect form of course she had been utterly wrecked. He was… Well, quite easily the most beautiful male she had ever seen. He was perfectly aged, not too young nor old, but in the ideal prime of his life… Oh but looking at him certainly made her ache, made her breath catch in her voice, and oh… Oh that cock… She wanted to wriggle, to shake, to just shrug it off… Sadly, seeing it jutting out like that, so thick and strong didn’t exactly make it an easy thing to do! It was… large… Almost painfully so, surely, she certainly hadn’t had a….Large one… She told him, quite point blank really, that she didn’t think it would fit… It had to be too large really, there was no way it couldn’t be. His threat, or perhaps his promise, that he would make it fit… Goodness gracious, he was making her into a complete mess, and all he was doing was Talking to her! She shivered, her whole body aching all of a sudden, that arousal was so new to her that she was having one hell of a time shrugging it off as easily as she normally would have. She wasn’t exactly wet no… it was all rather…bottled up inside and it made it worse for her than for others because she couldn’t really handle it…*”I don’t know Ace… Honestly… You’re quite large… I doubt we can get more than the tip in…”*She had guided him into the tub then, to rinse off all of that blood and grime off of him, taking care to clean out each of the wounds. She could see from all the scars on his body that this… This wasn’t unusual… He was a man that was on intimate terms with pain, with suffering, with wounds…. This was nothing new to him for sure, and she trusted him to heal up well, but that didn’t mean she would risk him getting sick from an infection… She heard his soft groan, the swear, and she snickered a bit behind him. She was cleaning those wounds as she spoke, a brow raised over those brightly colored eyes.*”Oh, don’t be such a baby Ace, it’s just cold water.”*She teased, her grin was so very impish, so teasing. She had ran her fingers through his hair then, learning that it had a mind and a life of it’s own, wanting to settle in it’s own ways despite her fingers gentle guidance as she loosened anything that didn’t belong in it. She moved her way down, not sparing a single inch of his skin there, wanting to touch him all over with the guise of simply being…thorough. She had just finished with his legs, making sure every bit of grout and gravel, every inch of blood was gone when she caught his male sword staring her point blank in the face. After all of this… After the teasing words, the sparing battle, the quick little jabs of rapier wit… Oh hell she didn’t have a shot in the dark… It was all so damn heady really, and without the smell of blood on him all she could smell was his musk, so thick and heavenly she could taste it with each breath she took. She knew it would come as a shock, but hell if she cared at this point, she wanted his cock. Pure and simple lust really, and like everything about her, she was surprisingly straight to the point for a woman. She had sunk her nails into his ass then, pulling him forward as she had parted her pretty little lips, wrapping them about his cock and taking him in one fluid motion. What came next she certainly didn’t expect, she had never been skull fucked before after all, and it had tossed her off kilter something fierce. She had wanted to suck his dick yes, but…. My goodness…. She gave him the reigns of control, expecting that it would be easy to pull back, that there was no way he could do anything to shock her in such an act… Apparently she was wrong, horribly, terribly wrong… She couldn’t breath well to start with, but the fact he had started in on her like he hated her, well fuck! She was spluttering, taking short, sudden little breath, trying not to choke on the water or his cock. She was gagging, her throat unable to take such thickness so suddenly, the violent spearing into the super tight recesses of her mouth and beyond. Well, she had given him control, and she was paying for it now… Yet… A few minutes in, the way he had fisted her hair into a ponytail in his hand, feeling the fiery tension race along her scalp… She could have chosen to block it all out, to end each little nerve ending so she would be numb, but deep down she knew it wasn’t what she wanted… If it was, she wouldn’t have put herself in this situation in the first place, given him a chance to dominate her. Her eyes were watering, tears welling there as the pain just raced through her, along with the sting and thick choking on his cock… All of it was morphing…shifting…changing inside her… Pain slowly turned to pleasure, bit by bit, and she was growing ever more aroused… Until he had slapped her cheek… Her skin instantly welted then, ruby red and the perfect outline of his hand, stinging harshly.*
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
...
says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *If she could have talked, she would have cried out, but the best she could do was a loud whimper of pain. It was the final switch for her really… Forget him having to control her, she dove in with him, as much as he would let her move her rocked forward to meet those thrusts. Oh he was fucking her mouth so very hard, her lip had split at one corner, her knees hitting the floor more than once as he set her off balance… And yet… She didn’t toss him on his ass, or yank him from her, or even try to fight… She was enjoying it too damn much. She dropped her hands from his ass and balls, figuring they were of a better use on her own body, to get her own pleasure. One hand cupped a sweet firm tit, the other dove between her thighs as she started to finger herself, rolling the palm of her hand over her clit. The shock waves she got off of that were outrageous, the pain did something to it, made it so much keener than it would have been before. She wanted to cry out his name so fucking badly, to tell him how good it all felt, this dark side of sex she had never ventured into before. She was losing her mind surely, the way she felt how quickly she was building, her fingers slamming up inside her tight little slit with a fierce sort of fury. She knew Ace could hear it even over the sounds of water, the way she was gagging and choking on his cock, the sound of how soaking wet her pussy was getting as she fucked herself. She looked up at him, she didn’t close her eyes like others might have, or look down oh no… No she looked RIGHT up at him, deep into those grey eyes, making sure she never once broke that contact. She would hold his gaze for as long as he could, keeping that gaze, not bothering to hide the fact that he had her so stupidly hot and aroused it wasn’t even funny. Even that welt on her lovely pale skin, the way he was hollowing out her cheek with the force of it all, the golden blood trail dripping down her chin onto her tits… Oh all of it… Made her too hot really… She didn’t give two pins about anything else, all that mattered was his cock in her mouth, and her hand between her legs and on her tit. She pulled that nipple hard then, tugging on them, pulling the flesh out before releasing it and letting it bounce before repeating the process over and over again. She started to groan against his cock, sudden little shrieks as a certain thrust of his combined with her hand between her legs hit a sweet spot, the pulling she was doing on her nipples… She felt her orgasm building, she was close to the peak there, and there was no hiding it either. It was written there in her eyes, making her want to scream, her whole body was shaking like mad from the pressure.*
(03:19:09 )
...Black Hearted Beast..
Ace
..Romance isn't in my repertoire honey. But a thousand ways to make you come are..
says to °€ternal Ⱳinter°†: ..he tilted his head when she spoke once more about his cock being to large for her.. that they would only be able to get the tip in.. - .. Oh believe me.. it will fit..one way or another.. it he paused between every word- .. will… Fit.. .. he had stepped beneath that flow of water then.. hissing.. growling as the coldness of it made his body stiffen and shudder a little.. she told him to stop being such a baby and he laughed.. she was right.. it was just cold water.. he needed to harden the fuck up a bit.. it just took him a bit by surprise is all.. what with his body being so heated due to the cuts and abrasions ..to go then from the hot to the cold was a bit of a shock to the system.. she did well to be nice and thorough with him.. rinsing out his hair.. brushing her fingers over practically every inch of that blood stained skin.. it felt intensely good really.. her touches were as smooth as silk.. soft.. gentle.. or perhaps that was the opium talking?.. perhaps in its purest form it was really fucking with his receptors.. but either way he was in fucking heaven with her right now.. it just blurred out all the other women he had been with.. this one was worth fighting for.. though his ego and his pride would never.. Ever allow him to utter those words out loud.. Oh heavens no.. she had ducked down to her knees there.. to take care of those lean muscular legs of his.. before she reached around and grabbed a good firm hold on his ass.. digging her nails in deep making him buck out and rear back.. forcing that thick hard rod of his further down into her slick.. hot wet little mouth.. he groaned.. - .. Fuck Mala!.... he growled.. she didn’t have to guide his hands around.. it was instinct for him really to reach with a snake like speed to tangle his fingers within her hair.. to gain such a firm rough hold upon the sides of her head that she couldn’t have moved even if she wanted to.. he pulled her hair back from her shoulders.. from her face.. holding it with one balled fist against the back of her head.. the other hand slapped violently against her right cheek.. spotting the reddening coming up just beautifully really.. and that alone just spurned him on further.. making his thrusts more volatile.. more brutal and rough as he fucked that pretty little mouth raw.. he did warn her.. he told her flat out he’d fuck her raw.. he just didn’t say Where.. over the sounds of the water he could hear the noises she was making.. her gurgling.. the choking and spluttering.. his eyes remained intently upon hers.. the fact that she could remain that constant contact.. was incredibly hot.. his teeth were grit down.. his breath was forced through with every thrust as he was thrown closer and closer to the edge.. her throat was devilishly tight.. her mouth was soft and silken.. and that tongue was a pure pleasure device..he caught sight of her hand sliding down between her thighs.. the ways she rolled her fingers against that sweet little bud of hers… whilst shoving those lengths up into her.. fucking that which had to be tight little slit furiously.. he groaned.. finally breaking contact with her gaze as his head rocked back.. the sight of her.. tugging on those sweet hardened little nipples, fucking herself with her fingers.. and her bloodied lips wrapped around his cock was just making his entire body tremble.. his muscles tensed.. she would have felt that unmissable pulsing there against her throat and tongue.. he groaned.. he growled.. the hand there against the back of her head only tightened further.. nearly pulling her hair right from the roots.. the free hand slapped against her opposite cheek then before it brushed lightly down across the stinging skin.. to find the curve of her soft jawline.. before he would without warning wrap his fingers about her delicate throat.. tilting her head up in the process .. diving down deeper into her throat.. before she would feel his body stiffen.. his strokes becoming a little shallower before he just exploded there within her hot little mouth.. he hissed and growled.. his head having since dipped back forward.. to watch her.. he wore that pained utterly pleasurable look upon his features as he coated her throat.. the insides of her silky smooth mouth.. and her tongue.. - .. Take it.. Take it all.. .. he groaned.. exhaling a long deep remarkably quite shuddered breath.. his breaths that followed were quite a bit shorter and stuttered before he just yanked back on her hair.. pulling her off his cock.. before his knees just buckled and he found himself suddenly seated upon the edge of the bath.. trying in vain to catch his breath.. -
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
...
says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *She honestly wasn’t sure to believe him or not in truth, about it fitting, she didn’t quite believe it. She wasn’t even sure if she could really, after all it had been an embarrassingly long time since she had taken a lover, and she was built on the shallower side of things to start with. She had a feeling… If he managed to win, if he had somehow beaten her, that their first mating would result in her screaming bloody murder more than once… Or he might shock her, take it bit sweeter with her the first time, be a bit more understanding of her situation… Who was she kidding? She had watched a years worth of his lovers, each one more beautiful than the last for the most part, and not a single moment of gentleness between them. He loved it when they screamed from what she saw, it certainly triggered something in him, and it would mostly likely stay the same for the rest of his life. She doubted he would change his stripes for her, no matter the area, a zebra is still a zebra after all. The way he had said he would make it fit… That it would fit one way or the other…. Oh sweet mercy… If her nipples could have gotten any harder they would have, he was simply playing hell with her, her mind was such a mess she couldn’t have begun to make tales or heads of it. It was delicious really, to have someone set her on her ass like this, to arouse her mentally and physically all at once… What ever it was that woke her up, she was more than a bit grateful for it, because it certainly was proving vastly entertaining for her. She had offered her assistance to him to get into the tub with her, to make sure he didn’t end up on his ass while trying to shower. He had hissed and cussed when that water hit him, and she couldn’t resist teasing him a bit there, telling him to stop being such a baby. She heard his laughter in response, her lips curling up in a brilliant little smile there, enjoying the simple sound for what it was. He had a wonderful laugh really, it made her want laugh with him, to indulge in the infectiousness of it. She had started to rinse him down, keeping her touches light and gentle, not wanting to cause him undue pain. He had suffered quite enough in his death alone, but the hell they had wrought on his body down in that chamber? No, she wasn’t going to aggravate it at all if she could avoid it. She had just finished when she fell rather head first into temptation, just basically said ‘frak it’ and dove in, taking his cock into her tight little mouth. She wasn’t sure if it was her best idea ever, or perhaps her worst, because she certainly caught a few things she hadn’t realized before. One of them was that his brutal fucking of her mouth wasn’t a deterrent, something to be used as punishment perhaps, but rather an incredibly keen pleasure. The slap to her cheek had stung like blazes, it had hurt, right along with his hand in her hair had made her eyes water yet aroused her at the same time. The harder he got with her, the more he abused her, she shockingly found herself getting more and more aroused. She had given up on gripping his ass or palming his balls, she was getting too hot under the collar personally, and she needed some attention too… She had started to play with her tits, to tease and torment them, her other hand sliding down to finger herself furiously to ease the ache that had started and demanded appeasement. She was having such a time with his cock, he certainly wasn’t taking it easy on her, no gentle introduction to the kinkier side of things for sure… He was fucking her mouth like she was nothing more than his personal little whore, if anything even a bit worse than that really, because he would have finished with a whore already she knew. No he was dragging it out with her as much as he could, because in truth he shouldn’t have been able to get more than a few strokes in, not in his current situation. Or perhaps he simply had that sort of stamina? If he did, she would be in for a world of hurt, quite literally! She was doing well to push herself along to her own personal little peak, using what he was doing to her, the newness of the situation to drive herself harder than she would have been able to had she been going it alone. She had kept that eye contact, loving every second of it really, watching each little nuance of that beautiful face as he fucked her mouth….She felt him start to tremble then, breaking that delicious eye contact as he tossed is head back, his fingers tightening in her hair until she swore her scalp would bleed. She missed the first few beats, the throbbing, but she caught it quick enough to know what was quickly encroaching. She was in a hard spot, she wanted to pull back viciously badly, but at the same time she wanted to cum and if she pulled back she couldn’t do it… That hand collided with her opposite cheek then, welting it just as badly as he had the first, the sting racing along her face and made her eyes water even more. It was the last trigger, combined with the furious way she was fucking herself, his cock abusing the back of her throat… It all pushed her to that peak and she came hard, her whole body shuddering and shaking, her thighs clamping down on her hand while her fingers were locked inside herself until she rode it out. She would be screaming against his cock, hard little things, sudden as she felt each eave hit her like a solar flare. His hand came about her throat, gripping her tightly as his thrusts became so much shorter at first, then diving down as deeply as he could into her tight little throat. Her hand had come out, to try and push away at him, to keep him from cumming in her mouth. She had never had anyone do that before, never tasted cum before, and she wasn’t quite sure she was ready to do that. She couldn’t escape though, not with the grip he had in her hair, nor with how weak she had become with her body still locked in that orgasm and riding out the last of the little tremors. He exploded in her mouth then, her eyes locked onto him once more, showing her surprise in how big they got. She felt every jet, tasted the essence of him, the thick hot cum just got everything… She gagged violently, not sure how to handle it all, though she did attempt to take it all as he said… When he pulled himself from her, forcing her back with a large, wet sucking sound as her lips separated from his cock… Her head fell forward, gobs of his cum falling out, spattering all over her tits and down her sweet little belly. She drug her first true breath since it had all started, coughing and gagging, her free hand dropping down to the bottom of the tub as she struggled not to choke on that cum that she was still trying to swallow down.*
(10:19:27 )
°€ternal Ⱳinter°
†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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: *Her voice was weak and husky, rasped almost, as if she had a cough.*”What… In the Evervoid… Was That…”*She coughed again, taking in a sudden breath, trying to clear her airways as she could swear she had inhaled cum with the force he had rammed it down her throat. Her cheeks still stung, her lip burned like all sorts of hell from the split, and her poor little mouth felt bruised. She got to her feet shakily as he sat on the edge of the bath, trying to catch his breath, much the same as she was. She stepped back under that water, rinsing that cum off of her body, not wanting to risk even just a little bit finding it’s way between her legs. She was literally that fertile it was disgusting, she hated it. When she was sure she was quite free of it all, she stepped out from that water, shutting the level off so the rain like shower was stopped nearly instantly. She had left him there, not saying a single word at that point, quite silent as she went a-hunting for her vials. She had some salves that would set his body to rights, at least as far as the cuts went, the physical stuff. She went and rooted about in this cupboard and that, the sounds of metal and class clinking could be heard, the softer sounds of cloth being shifted. She did finally find it though, returning to the bathroom with a little silver container, about the size of her palm really. She unscrewed the lid, the smell of herbs and honey flooded the air, heavenly really. She would slide her fingers into the golden cream like substance, flecks of something could be seen through it, the coloring quite odd for a salve almost.*”This might sting a little at first, but it should feel really, really good shortly after… Please try not to move too much, this salve is really quite rare, and I would hate to waste any of it…”*She would say softly, almost a whisper really, her voice still a bit rasped but getting smoother as the moments wore on. She would begin to apply it to the myriads of cuts and burns on his skin, watching the skin kick into drive as it were, starting to heal up. He wouldn’t carry any scars from this little event, she was spoiling him really, giving him the best… She made sure he was safe, he wouldn’t get an infection, nor would he be laid out for a long amount of time as he healed. This worked with his body’s own natural abilities, sped up the process as it were, yet gave him a blissfully numb sensations as well. She worked in silence for the most part, making sure she got every little cut, every burn and bruise… She was almost done, coming about to his front as her fingers floated and danced along his skin, tending to him with a soft sort of grace that didn’t quite seem possible. All that was left was the cuts on his lips, the ones she had gotten from his skull fucking had long since healed, her skin creamy and flawless all over again. She dipped her finger in to the pot for a moment, tilting her head as she looked down at him, truly looked at him as he was… He seemed… almost Ill… She paused, gently guiding her fingers over his lips as she watched the thin skin knit together almost instantly. The stuff would taste like honey with mint, such a simple, sweet and clean taste for something that did such an amazing thing. If he licked his lips though, even though it tasted amazing, it would give him quite the shock, like pressing your tongue to one of those batteries. She put the lid back on the top of her container there before she would reach out, to run her fingers through his hair before she would cup his cheeks, savoring this beautiful man before her.*”Be honest with me Ace… Why do you smoke Opium, really? Why did you do what you did, to get your beautiful self in that situation, to allow them to damage you like that? There are others to serve Ace, Gods and Primordials alike, who would treat you better… I would treat you better… I am not the Primordial of War, I am not like my brothers… I care nothing for the mechanics of this world or others… But I would give you a better life than this…”*She drew silent again, tilting his head this way then that if he would allow it, looking into his face, his eyes before she released him. She would move to stand if he didn’t stop her, to go and find him something… Surely some of Mortiki’s clothes survived, some of the ones in the boxes perhaps… And she needed to feed… Badly…*
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°€ternal Ⱳinter°
†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *She had left Ace to his own devices, after all, she had patched him up and clothed him what he did afterwards was his own business… Mostly… At that moment, she had been far more concerned with the need to eat, her body demanding sustenance after making it work once more. It had been best that he had left in truth, when she fed she went primal, and not in a way that would be beneficial to him. She would have attacked him had he been near, and it wouldn’t have gone well for him, if he survived at all. And really, what a pity that would have been, especially since she went through all the trouble to bring him up in the first place. After she had plucked the perfect fruit, only one ripened a day, and it only lasted a few hours she had feasted… Dropping down into her tree afterwards to watch, she had gone into her room, the place Ace would be forbidden entrance. She had gone to her silver bowl there, the runes on it were ancient and old, even without her using it power radiated off of it like heat from an open flame. A simple touch along the rim had it humming, setting each of those runes alight, the bowl filling with a golden colored liquid.*”Let us see… What everyone is up to today…”*She would say softly to herself, gently walking about that bowl as her fingers traced the edge, watching as a flat milky disk began to form in the air. It was paper thin, and unless one was looking directly at it, it would seem little more than a glistening spider web in the air. She saw her first son, her precious one, on yet another adventure it would seem… She spared him a loving glance, noting that each century that passed the more he looked like his father, with that thirst for adventure and yet a gentle soul… Another moment and she saw Nautilous… What was she to say about him, do with him, the reject? He was the mistake, the child that was born but never wanted, who survived despite the abandonment… She was… surprised… He wasn’t off whoring… Nor was he killing as was his typical life style for… well she couldn’t say how long, the years had gotten past in her in her sleep… No… He was with something… Someone… an Elf?.... Well now… That was unexpected, she had never thought her son would go near one of their race, let alone know of them… She heard her name whispered then, making a brow skitter up high on her brow, saw the ring he had put on her finger… So then… He was finally marrying someone… About time… He didn’t seem so broken either… Perhaps she might just… Check up on him… After all, his father hadn’t always been quite so bad… He might have something decent in him after all… Maybe… Ah yes… now to her favorite of the hour… She wanted to see just what Ace had gotten up to in the last couple of hours, what he had done while she had fed, riding out the high in silence high up in her tree. What she saw… She wasn’t exactly… pleased with… Had she not warned him that she was jealous, she was quite sure she had told him of it, made it blatantly obvious really… It was the one thing she was quite guilty of, the one thing that didn’t change about her, that never would… Then again… She shook her head, sliding her fingers along that white disk, rewinding the time as it were… She got to the beginning, what he had seen with his own eyes, taking in the moment… She… Wasn’t quite sure to make of it all, his apparent glee at first, the words he had said to her… Cruel and vicious, cutting, as if he hated the blond who was about to get raped… Then the would be rapist bit her, and she hissed at the mirror then, her lips curling back in revulsion… Oh she hated Vampires, hated everything about them, in every distinction of the class. She had eradicated entire clans of them herself, and only sleep had spared them as a species, or she would have hunted them to complete extinction personally… Ace seemed to be torn then, the glee of the moment had shifted, and then the words said between the vampire and himself… Ace… A Father?... What?... She suddenly went cold again, not from fear or anger, but rather that bit of a fire that had started to spark went out, and she was wrapped in numbness again. She would have dismissed the image, but she was a bit of a glutton sometimes, and she wanted to know… She saw him save her life then, kept her from bleeding out, and really who could blame him? She might be carrying his children, and as a mother herself, she knew it was a….natural thing… She had after all, kept Nautilous long enough to wean him, before she just couldn’t stand him and left him to either live or die. Some might call it cruel, but to her it was simply natural process, and he was lucky to be alive in the first place. She would have rejected him in the womb if she could have. She heard him call someone’s name, breaking down a door, before he just left her with the male that had come out… She barely spared that a glance, after that she had no interest in it, dismissing the image before she saw him with his daughter. She turned away from the bowl, releasing the magic in it, letting it fall back to sleep once more. Her son was as he always was, always would be, and the mistake was actually improving rather than continuing to degenerate… She was also filled in on what Ace had gotten up to while she had been…preoccupied… She was debating just what she wanted to do… She wasn’t sure what to make of them… Then again, asking a few questions was well within her right, though if he would answer them truthfully was a whole different matter… This dark haired man, this self-proclaimed Ace of Hearts, was quite the master of duplicity… She did feel she had a right to know though, after all, was she not housing him? She went to her closet then, fingers gently flicking through this or that dress, before settling on one of black silk… It would certainly mark quite the contrast against her skin and hair, but it would also make her eyes snap, and she rather felt like wearing the color… Then again… She just stopped… Why bother really? She closed the closet then, preferring to go about in her own skin, she knew he wasn’t far after all… She walked out the large double doors in her room, out onto the back patio before she would step up onto the ledge, and simply step off. She moved with a grace that made wood elves seem clumsy and bumbling, simply lighting from one branch to the other, little more than a white blur until she drew close to where he was. She walked out onto a branch then, tilting her head as she watched him in that water, shirtless and washing off the blood he had gotten on him.* “You know… if I had known you would have ripped his clothes, I wouldn’t have lent them to you, Dear Ace of Hearts…”
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°€ternal Ⱳinter°
†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *She would drop out of that branch then, falling a good fifty feet before landing in a crouch, her knee just touching the ground before she stood and walked over to him there. She was just as naked as she had been when he left, her hair was loose and free as well, though she had hidden the horns by this time. She looked… human… almost… She was too perfect to be human, to be anything that could be born, but she didn’t look quite so fairy like either now. She walked over to him, to gather up the torn shirt and jacket, running her fingers over the cloth lovingly.* “I should hope…you would show a little more…respect from now on if you don’t mind?... They might just be clothes to you… but they were still His, and precious to me… Look…”*She pulled her hand away, seeing how very crimson her hand had become, the fabric had become quite saturated.*”That is the good thing with black at least… It never shows the blood, does it?”*She would take it with her, to settle it over a rock near by, before she would turn to see him rinsing off. He was truly soaked there, blood all down the front of his chest, making the water about him a soft pink.*”It’s never easy is it… To watch someone you love, love someone else?...”*She stepped closer to him then, dipping her hands into the water there, rinsing the blood off of her long fingers.*”Or should I say loved?... After all, you said you weren’t the kind to love, if I am recalling this properly?... It is such a messy emotion, is it not? It is only sweet when it lasts, but before and after, it’s rather like a rotting corpse… It stinks and decays, it poisons you, until it finally turns to ash and you are free of it…”*When her hands were free of the blood, she stood once more, finding a rock of a perfect size for her to lay out on. The sun was warming the world after all, and she was certainly not one to turn down a dose of sweet, warm sunbathing. She laid out on her back, resting on her forearms there, her face tilted up to the sun with her eyes closed.*”I don’t care what you do with your time Ace… After all, I just want you to thaw my frozen heart, not claim it… Just show a little more tender regard to things that are not yours… Unless of course, you think you have a right to them, hmm?”*She would chuckle softly, a husky, enchanting sort of a sound as she opened her eyes to look at him out the corner there.*”I must admit I am curious about you… So very arrogant, so proud, so dominant… Watching you will be amusing… Though I still wonder if you can back up what you claimed earlier… What was it you had said to me?... Ah yes… So long as I give you what you want, you wouldn’t go to a whore, am I right?... And what was the other? That you would make…it…fit…”*She taunted him softly, teased him, seemingly trying to goad him. The truth was that she knew his brain was off somewhere it didn’t need to be, and she wasn’t about to let his mind be taken over by a whimpy, plump little blond thing. She wanted him, she would cultivate him, care for him until he was perfect… He was the only thing that had woken her up, and she wasn’t of a mind to go back to that void so soon, so quickly… He would either prove he was worth it, or he would not, but it was entirely up to him… He just needed a reminder, the reason why she had drug him from that hell, to bring him back here and offer him her succor…*”Or was that like your flirting, Mister Hearts, just a hollow sort of threat?”
...Black Hearted Beast..
Ace
..Romance isn't in my repertoire honey. But a thousand ways to make you come are..
says to °€ternal Ⱳinter°†: ..he had left Rose there..and went and saw little Pia.. it was an experience that was for certain.. seeing that little bundle resting there.. before she woke and grabbed a hold of his finger.. it stirred something inside him.. maybe just a little though such an admission would never occur.. Ever.. he was far to much a bad boy to be falling for a baby.. he had used a little magic to get Pia to fall back asleep before he skipped on out of that house and headed back into the thick of the forest surrounding the property.. he was coated in blood.. he could feel it everytime the wind blew in his direction.. his body shuddered and it was so very sticky.. he found those hot pools.. or one of them in any rate.. and he stripped out of the blazer and shirt.. from anyone looking from the outside he would have looked like he’d been through the wars.. but no.. not really.. it was just her blood and there was a great deal of it.. splattered all over his chest.. his arms.. his face and hair.. he dropped the clothes for the moment and stepped down into the water with those slacks still on for the moment.. he began to rinse his upper body.. watching as the water directly around him was growing a deeper and deeper pink.. her voice though that took him a touch by surprise.. causing him to turn.. to look over his shoulder..his gaze would fall upon her then.. naked as the day she was born.. walking out onto a thin branch that should not have been able to sustain her weight and yet.. it did so perfectly.. - .. Ahh.. .. he nodded laughing softly- .. Well.. I certainly did not do that on purpose.. .. he brushed a bit more water over his bared chest.. the sunkissed colouring of his skin coming to the surface as yet another layer of Roses blood was removed.. - .. I will be sure to be.. more careful in future.. wouldn’t want to.. upset you.. afterall.. .. there was a grin there.. it was licking its way across his lips.. Oh he was a wee bit sly really and he was enjoying it thoroughly.. he cupped a larger amount of water then between his hands and he dunked it back over his head.. raking his fingers down through his hair as more and more of that blood just trickled down his body.. down over those broad muscular shoulders.. his arms.. his chest.. he looked like a right painting really.. before he wiped his hands across his face.. across his eyes.. - ..Black is a wonder yes..hides all manner of things.. .. he turned then to look to her.. to watch her.. observing as she moved in that little bit closer to him.. her comment though about it never being easy to watch someone you love loving someone else caused his brow to rise- .. I’m quite certain I have no idea what you’re talking about.. .. he turned once more.. lowering his body fully stepping further into the pools.. into the deeper sections so he could rinse off properly.. his head would disappear beneath the waters bubbling surface before he would reappear once more.. his hair then was flattened down upon his face.. covering his eyes.. though those ears with their sharpened points were prominently displayed.. until he slicked that hair back.. - ..I’m not sure what you’ve been.. privy to.. .. he gave her a slight shrug of his shoulders as he began to make his way back toward the shoreline once more.. every step he took revealed a little bit more of that perfectly lined frame of his.. the blood.. completely removed.. just a scar lined lean muscular frame.. those slacks of his were completely soaked and heavy.. so they hung down a little lower than they would have normally.. revealing that most delicious Adonis belt there.. he reached the bank.. lifting himself out of the water.. - .. If you are referring to.. who I think you are referring to.. .. he tilted his head.. his hands lifting there to cross about his chest- .. Rose.. or Trin.. or whatever the fuck her name is.. .. he shook his head- .. you’re mistaken.. don’t love her.. never was in love with her.. just got tangled up in her dramatic bullshit for far to long is all.. she’s like a spider.. and her web is emotion laced fucking drama.. not my deal.... his arms dropped back to his sides there as he crouched down to gather up those blood soaked items of clothing.. dipping them down into the water.. the pond colouring significantly- ..apparently she’s pregnant.. Again.. possibility they are mine.. don’t know.. she’s also fucking my son.. .. he grit his teeth down in that moment.. the final few words had been spat out like they were indeed laced with only the most lethal venom- .. so I couldn’t let her just die there.. that’s all there is to it.. not a thing more.. certainly not anything to worry your pretty little head about.. .. he lifted the blazer and the shirt.. wringing them out before he would let them rest over one of the smaller lower laying branches to.. well.. semi dry off.. before he would turn to look to her.. watching as she stretched out on that rock.. sunning herself.. she was excruciatingly beautiful.. he couldn’t deny it.. that body of hers.. whilst not as curvy and supple as some of the others he had been with.. it was hot.. fucking hot.. and he was certainly looking forward to claiming it for himself..- .. I don’t make idle threats.... .. he slowly made his way over to her then.. stepping up onto the rock she was sunning herself in.. his boots pressing to either sides of those quite petite luscious looking hips of hers.. and he was dripping water right down onto her.. though it wasn’t cold.. it was still quite warm.. - ..I only give sincere predictions my little white rabbit..
†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *It’s a special thing… To make one of her kind withdraw from the slumber that takes them all in time, dragging them out of the vast, resplendent world of what their dreams are… She had been so happy there, lost in the radiant heaven of that place, spending eons with her beloved one… Yet… Something was indeed dragging her back, making her mind and her body reform once more… What was this thing then, that shattered her dream, that made her settle into her shell once more? Did her beloved come back, was he finally reborn, waiting for her to find him once more?... A moments search told her it was a false hope, for she could still find his soul, no more than she could find him… So if not for him… Then who? Her Son, perhaps? Which one? Oh..? A bit if another search, her fingers sliding over the liquid silk of the world about her, tossing trillions of images up into the air like motes of glitter… Each one was an event, a memory, a moment in time while she had been asleep… She tossed most away with a flick of her wrist, keeping only those that belonged to her friends, to those whom she knew…. She wasn’t looking for specifics mind you, just scanning, searching for an event strong enough to wake her from her rapture... She saw her son’s life since she had left him… Boring… She had never much cared for that one, too much like his father for her own liking really, a bit too…. Broken… Oh… Wait…. She stopped, drawing in to one specific little spec, a bit darker gold than the rest…. Blood had been spilled in this one… Someone had died… What caught her attention was the flash of white in it… Rather like herself… She tilted her head, seeing the very petit, thin little witch elf with her son… She saw them murder someone… It was then that she truly stropped, gathering up the little spec in her hand then, rolling her finger over it, enlarging it… A bit of a tinkering with the time inside it, rewinding the moment, searching for his face… Before the two of them had destroyed it… She saw him then… The victim… She didn’t know his story, she didn’t know the role he had played in their lives, or the part he had played in life… What she saw was what she wanted… He was… Stunning… That heart that had long been still, cold and dark, felt just…. The littlest spark… All that beautiful, rich colored hair, oh it looked thick as sin… Such a beautiful face, the hair he let grow about his jaw an over his chin, and those lips… Such heavy brows, dark as ink over those gorgeous grey eyes, lashes longer than a woman’s… She reached into that moment of time, focusing on who this man was, drawing him up as he had been in life…*”Show me… Who this man is…. Give me his name….”*A good… oh hundred or so motes swirled about her, and she picked out the brightest ones, the almost white gold colored ones… Moments that were of a more….sensual nature… Passionate… She wanted to see if he was more than a pretty face, to see if he might be able to fire this tiny new spark, to thaw her frozen heart… She saw… oh hundreds of pretty faces really… He certainly wasn’t a one woman man… It didn’t matter their coloring, or even their age she was seeing, so long as they were beautiful…. Or useful… For she certainly was him using lust as a tool, and even as a weapon really, slicing people to ribbons with his looks…*”Oh My… My, My, My… A little sure of your looks, are we, my handsome one?....”*Not that she minded, after all, his looks had even captured her attention… Not many humans are born that can do that. She watched those glowing little moments of time, each one a little different, yet the same… Oh the women had changed yes, some lasted only a mote, others a couple but… He never changed… His attitude in bed was… Carnal… Bestial… Primal… What was the word? Ah, yes…. Savage… He was very, very savage in bed, brutal even… Aaah she had never had that before… She had always had her gentle lover… And then… That one… But that had been so fast that she had trouble even remembering it… Would it be good then, this sort of loving, this…. Harsh sex? Many of his lovers didn’t seem to mind, those one or two certainly got the ah… shorter end of the stick… Over all though, she certainly saw quite a few faces lost in rapture, so it couldn’t be too bad… Still…. What was his name? She could see him, oh yes, every glorious inch of his beautiful naked body… But no name… She got to some of the brightest motes… Looking into them she saw he had been with a little blond thing… Ok looking really, nothing special about her, aside from her pretty hair… She couldn’t help noticing that he had spent the longest time with her… It rather…made her jealous, flicked something inside her really… Ah well, it didn’t matter… The motes at the end showed her that the two parted ways… So he was hers to snatch up… She was almost growling at this point though, lips curled up in a snarl, for she could not find his name… It was being cloaked, and she didn’t like it, not at all. It meant someone was hiding him… If not hiding, then perhaps sheltering, but he was certainly not a normal human… She flicked the nodes, one by one, listening to the sound they made… After a few she noticed one sound was the same, a deep, dark sound like the vibrating of a harp string still shaking long after the note had sounded… That made her head tilt, one of her platinum brows rising over those big, jewel colored eyes of hers… He… Belonged to Him? Really now… She hadn’t expected that…*”Oh my… So you belong to one of my Brothers of Chaos… Well then… I think it is time I go and Visit my dear, sweet little brother…”*Her smile was almost angelic then, closing her fingers up, balling her hand into a fist as she watched every little mote fall back into the liquid silk. She had things to prepare now, things to handle, to bring back from the deep sands of the past… Her house needed to come back after all, she certainly wasn’t going to go about as if she were some human, hopping from this insect ridden place to another… Oh goodness no… She was bringing back her house, along with all her favorite little fixings, her clothes… All of it. She paced about in the black void where she resided, her own little domain, the place she had been dreaming… She knew where to go… What time… It was just a matter of connecting her treehouse in the time she last resided in it, to the place she wanted to put it, to set its roots down in. She looked over the land where these last memories were at, after all she wanted the place to be familiar to him, a place he would be a bit more comfortable in… Her tree was a little… Picky… It needed brothers and sisters around it, lots of trees, but with an ample water supply too… She found a place in the woods that would work beautifully, set quite deep into an old, ancient forest with a woodland pond nearby that would serve both her and her tree beautifully.*
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°€ternal Ⱳinter°
†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *She attached the two moments in time then, laying down fresh lay lines, keeping her tree supplied both naturally and magically… After all, it needed a good deal of magic to thrive, and that meant adjusting this lands natural flow to suit her own. Did she care about any havoc it might cause? Of course not. What was this land to her? Nothing but a resting spot, a place to settle for a moment, to enjoy the new game she was hoping to play… After all, she could fetch that beautiful man, but that didn’t mean he would stay. After all, she wouldn’t keep him against his will, she had her own pride after all. He would need to want to stay, and if he didn’t, she would simply go back to sleep. It wasn’t as if he were her beloved one, he was all in all, just a man… One that interested her yes, but not enough to make her want to stay, to fight for him. With that in mind though she should go and nab him, after all, her brother certainly wouldn’t tell his big sister no… None of them would dare. It was time to take on the human form once more… This… bodiless energy certainly wouldn’t do… Not for a human, anyways… She did have her original body to assume, as beautiful as it ever was, though sadly it was bleaching out more and more as time went on… Only her eyes remained the same, just that bright rainbow color there, a perfectly glittering gem among a sea of snow… It took her a moment…perhaps two, to get her mass back into her body. It had been such a long time… She settled in though, felt that heart take it’s first beat, always a painful thing as it shocked the body once more into life. Now breath, she told herself, forcing her sweet lips to part and take that first agonizing breath… Yes, that’s it, breath and beat…. Good…. A moments look over, a bit of a scan, some gentle movements to make sure all was well… Yes, it all worked beautifully still, even if she was a bit colder than she remembered… Oh she hoped this human could give her what she wanted, a spring to her winter, a chance to thaw out her frozen body before she lost every drop of color… She ran her fingers through her floor length hair, realizing it was still as she had left it, a banner of white from long ago… Well now, that wouldn’t do… All that hair would just be a mess really… That was melted off, shortened quite a bit, left off at the middle of her back. There… Still lovely and long just… far more manageable… The ears… No… No points here… This is not the same world… A gentle touch and the long pointed ears were now sweetly rounded little things, beautiful… A white dress, a study in lace and pearls with a skirt of long gossamer strips as substantial as the clouds… Each step she made would reveal legs that were longer than sin, beautifully shaped with long sweet curves, just the right amount of muscle. She left her pretty little feet bare though, she didn’t like shoes, she never did… A single black ribbon she tied about her neck then, the silk so fine it glowed with it’s own sort of light, a pretty little bow at the front with long streamers down the back. Humans usually waved a white flag, to symbolize peace or neutrality, but her brother knew that the black was more apt for them. A thought would send her down to the Chaos realms, deep into Naggoth to go and find this human, the man with the grey eyes and such kissable looking lips… After all, it wasn’t as if she could pull him up without finding him first, not without knowing his name… And until she learned it, she would have to go hunting by looks, by descriptions… She was given answers readily, speedily, after all her position down here was akin to that of it’s owner… Not that Khorn would get off of his throne to visit his big sister, their kind weren’t exactly a loving family… They acknowledged one another, gave them open rights to each others realms when needed, but that was it. She was given directions though, to a chamber where this man was being kept, being punished… She almost wanted to ask why he would be tortured, but this was her little brother, not the sanest of the group, but far from the nuttiest… She knew it was better to not ask questions, to simply go with it, after all she was here to retrieve what she wanted no more, no less… Of course, many of them would have liked to have told her no, that she had no rights to take what was theirs… But you don’t exactly tell the Primordial of Victory to shove off… Especially when your realm is war, bloodshed, and battle. She had come to the chamber then, and the sounds… She had heard screams before, but not like that, not so… muddied.… Even men and beasts in death throes didn’t sound like that, like they were choking on something… She pushed the door open, flooding the chamber with a soft white light, almost like moonlight but a bit brighter… She would almost seem angelic really, glowing as she did in that pitch darkness there, pure white from head to toe but for that black ribbon about her neck. Her eyes remained closed, though she could easily feel the people within, the five heavily powerful Psykers… Her voice was soft and sweet, pure music really, yet for all it’s gentleness it rent the air like a knife.*”I have come to take what is mine now… You can either choose to try to fight me… Or you can bow out and be spared… If you do try to fight me though, I will destroy you completely, there will not be a drop of any of you left to reform on any plane of existence…”*She would walk in then, over to where the man was laying, blood spattered everywhere, painting the soles of her lovely white feet in that gory crimson color. Only when she was by his side, did she finally open those eyes of hers, to share the sight of them with him only. They were big and beautifully shaped eyes, almond like with thick, long black lashes… But the treasure of them were their color, all the shades of the rainbow and more besides, glittering like the most perfectly cut stone ever made. They were the most beautiful eyes really, so much was hidden inside them, worlds upon worlds just waiting for someone to discover them. She would reach out then, unshackling him from that table there with a gentle touch to each manacle, before gently running her fingers down his cheeks. Goodness, but he was beautiful really, her ice cold heart did beat just a bit for him…*”What is your Name?.... I would like to know…. Who it is that woke me… From a very, very long slumber….”
...Black Hearted Beast..
Ace
..Romance isn't in my repertoire honey. But a thousand ways to make you come are..
says to °€ternal Ⱳinter°†: ..he had felt every slice of those metallic heels as they slid through his soft weak flesh.. though the moment Sydel had reached his stomach his body went into shock and that black little heart of his took its final beat.. where normally he would have just been done.. been over.. dead and buried.. this wouldn’t be the case for him..he had a debt to repay.. and he’d been killed in the most obnoxious way.. when he should have been able to defend it all quite easily, and yet he did not? So punishment was on the cars.. he ended up in that little dark room.. in the middle of oblivion and chaos.. finding himself chained to the wall.. the feeling of ice cold concrete pressing to his back.. his clothing was in tatters.. that shirt was about torn to shreds.. just hanging off him.. the psykers were having a ball with him.. toying with his head..fucking with his memories.. flooding his body with all manner of strong willed emotion.. guilt.. sadness.. grief.. anger.. reminding him of the children he had lost.. they knew all about his son, and how Jacob was now with his choice of mate.. and they lauded that over him also.. just making him further.. and further angry.. his body was trembling he had gotten that hot under the collar.. but he could do nothing about it.. the blood continued to pool there within his throat.. cutting off his ability to breathe every so often.. he’d cough and splutter.. his chin was soon coated in it.. his chest splattered with it.. and quite a large puddle was forming there at his feet.. burn marks were appearing upon his bare arms as the lightning circled the room. Without a place for it to exit..he was turned into a personal form of lightning rod ..he hissed and cried out.. the screams when he finally got the chance to do so were blood curdling cold and violently painful.. he coughed and spluttered once more.. more blood just flowed out of his mouth.. every so often he’d catch himself swallowing it which only made it worse.. he gagged and spat.. shaking the hair out of hi eyes.. he was covered in sweat.. his body was working double time to deal with the abuse.. his heart was stuttering there in his chest.. he would be begging for death by this point if he could even get a word out.. but he knew full well death was a luxury he would not be afforded.. at least not anytime soon.. he had failed.. he had let his emotion get in the way of the bigger picture.. and he was paying for it.. suddenly the room filled with light and his pupils just shrunk with such a speed it made him hiss and groan.. fuck did that ever hurt.. the abuse seemed to slow to a stop at that point.. but he wasn’t about to look up.. his eyes hadn’t been effected as of yet.. they hadn’t the chance to get to them but he knew if he looked up they’d be next.. he drank in the sounds of the door opening.. the footfalls of several leaving via almost completely inaudible grumbles.. something about hauty bitches thinking they can always get their own way.. before silence seemed to fall about the pitch black room once more.. he coughed.. spluttering out the last amount of blood in his throat before he took in such a loud deep breath.. filling those lungs that hadn’t had the chance to do so for at least the entire day.. his head remained dipped there.. his chest had hollowed out as he exhaled.. since he was brought back to Naggaroth.. his cloaking magic had been removed.. when he was on the surface he appeared.. for all intents and purposes.. human.. though beneath the façade he was Eldarith Ynneas, a member of the Dark Eldar race.. his ears had pointed out.. his features though remained much the same.. he was certainly blessed with those genetic traits.. The Eldar are the living embodiments of all that is wanton and cruel , Highly intelligent and devious to the point of obsession, these piratical people revel in the physical and emotional pain of others and feed off the psychic residue of suffering.. he saw her feet before he heard her voice.. pale.. white.. small and his heart just about lept right into his throat.. it was a flipping witch.. he knew it.. that’s it.. he was done for.. they were fucking worse than the psykers, they revelled in the forms of torture that would send a man completely and utterly insane.. he flinched back when he felt the hand upon his cheek.. though it would take a moment.. maybe two before the realisation struck that those fingers were not cold.. they were warm.. that wasn’t right.. not at all.. she released the bindings.. the manacles upon his wrists and naturally he just slid down that wall.. he hadn’t the strength to stand.. at least not in that moment.. he tilted his head up slowly, very.. very slowly.. dragging those eyes up the length of her.. oh something wasn’t right at all.. maybe he was dead? Maybe they took mercy on him afterall? I m ean it would make sense.. kind of? What other reason would there be for such a stunning figure to be standing before him like that.. he blinked and blinked again.. Oh good god those eyes.. what on earth?!.. the colouring there was utterly magnificent.. it was.. captivating.. his bloodied lips actually fell open a little .. his breath stilled.. her question caught him off guard.. hi brows furrowed.. he exhaled a slow..somewhat trembled breath-..there was that touch.. running down his cheek.. across the scruff… he looked exhausted.. utterly so.. he swallowed and grimaced at the taste there.. before his eyes fell closed ..How did you get in here?.... he’d question.. his voice taking on that husky.. gravelly tone.. though remarkably quite soothing really.. his hands rose and he rubbed lightly against his torn wrists..wincing every so often as he caught a section of broken skin- .. no one just walks in here.. .. he pressed those hands down upon the floor there.. an effort to push himself to his feet that would fail quite remarkably- .. Ace.. .. he nodded- .. My name is Ace.. and might I be privy to who this vision in white is that is standing before me?.... he went to laugh.. before he thought better of it.. groaning as he clutched at his stomach-
°€ternal Ⱳinter°
†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *Oh she would have been more than a bit insulted to be compared to such a… rather low class of beings really, as if she was ever capable of being such a lowly and obsessively obedient little thing. Don’t get her wrong, a little submissive play was all good and fine, with the situation called for it… But to be one of her brothers Wives, the witches who lived for nothing more than torture and death, oh she would have been quite put out indeed! Her coloring, or rather, the lack there of was from the age of her body. She couldn’t control it, each eon drained just that much more color from her, until she was as she stood before him. Still, she couldn’t blame him, in truth she looked quite the part. With her eyes closed, one couldn’t see the bright rainbow color there, so she did appear to fit right in rather… All the better really, the less people of her knew down here, the better. She heard them muttering and only smiled at them as they passed, not caring two figs about it really, they were just opinions after all. If she had wanted to, she could have torn this realm apart, destroyed her little brothers realm. Why though? She saw no purpose in such an action, just as she saw no point in getting upset at their opinions, even if they couldn’t have been more wrong. She just… wanted him, this male who had sparked her to wakefulness… Her kind… they had their own sorts of weaknesses, their obsessions. For years they had played their games, toying with the lives of gods and men alike, until the Gods created a race that had fought to wipe her kind out. Before that though, it wasn’t uncommon for her kind to form an attachment, a desire for one of those below. She hadn’t felt such a spark in over six hundred years, and yet now, it would be this man here who had called it forth inside her… She had walked to him there, reaching out to gently run her fingers down his cheek, to only see him flinch. They had done their work well here, he was afraid of her, as if she were the one who had been hurting him. Poor thing really, she certainly didn’t agree with torture of this level, or torture at all really. Then again, she was not her brothers, nor was she anything like them. She was far more… Flexible… Nature wise, she could be good or bad, dark or light. After all, Victory is truly neutral, it does not have a set position in the cosmic matter of things. She had reached down, unclasping him from the wall with gentle touches, though she certainly hadn’t expected him to rather fall to a puddle. She felt her brows furrow there a moment, her lip taken between her teeth as she worried it gently, watching him finally look up at her. She knew men had so much pride really, but he was truly a mess, he couldn’t stand on his own after all. She heard that voice then, free from the screams, the blood garbled mess that he had been expressing himself with. Oh… Ohhhh… She sighed softly, tilting her head to the side a bit, as if she could pool the sound in the delicate little shells of her ears to savor it there. Oh but he sounded so lovely really, his voice didn’t match his looks, but that wasn’t exactly a bad thing… It… was an odd sort of harmony, and she just… Oh she certainly adored it… And she loved a unique voice, when the timber and pitch were rare, a sort of vibration that stirred places deep inside. She dropped down to rest on the balls of her feet then, her hands crossed over her skirt, the white of her dress being tainted by the red that had been his life’s blood. She could at least spare him the crick in his neck he would get looking up at her, after all, she was standing over him all in all. She smiled at him softly, her lips curling in a soft, sweet little shape there.*”Well, I came in the door of course, since this place lacked any windows for me to climb in… I do so adore unconventional things, don’t you? It makes life much more….fun… or at the very least interesting…”*One might think she was being purposely vague, or teasing or perhaps she didn’t really understand his question. It could be a myriad of things really, it all depended on what position a person wanted to take with her, what light to cast on the words she spoke. The fact of the matter was that he wasn’t quite ready to hear the truth of what he had asked, and she wasn’t of a mind to state who she was out here, not in her brother’s realm. That would rather be like thumbing her nose at Khorn, and she wasn’t about to do that, not when what she wanted was technically still his. She reached out, gently taking his hand in her own, turning it over to look at the damage. In truth, he was… completely wrecked… She had a bit of work ahead of her surely, but she could set him to rights in no time, she just had to take it slow for the sake of his system. Even as an elf, which she could tell he had at least some of the features of it there, he still couldn’t take a full dose of her nature in one go. It could very well kill him, when all she inded to do was heal him, set him to rights.*”Though you are right, it isn’t exactly a cake walk, Naggoth has never been a uh…social place…”*He would go to rise up then, only to fall down right on what she had seen was a lovely read end, causing her to frown just a bit. She didn’t want him to push, but she knew his pride would probably stab at him fiercely if she carried him, and she wasn’t about to damage such a lovely thing as he. He had told her his name then, three little letters really, so…. Inconsequential… She had thought it might have been something a bit grander, a bit more of a…. powerful thing. Yet… It suited him, and she couldn’t resist the bit of a tease, to get his mind off of the situation.*”Now, would that be Ace of Diamonds, or Ace of Hearts?”*She debated giving him her name, it wasn’t something she had spoken for such a long time, a part of her thought that she might forget it at some point… Still, he had given her his, she should return the favor…*”Malaika… But you can just call me Mala, it is a bit… Easier on the tongue… If you like, we can wait here a moment… give you a chance to really breath…”*She stopped, hearing him groan, holding his stomach. That frown just pulled a bit more, her lips hardening just a touch, before she shook her head. Really, they had made a mess of him, and she wasn’t happy about it at all. She wsa however, glad she had made it in time, to get to him before they killed him. It would… have been such a waste really, to lose the only thing that had sparked her in six hundred years. The question though, was what to do, to heal him up… Her blood was pure Ichor at this point, as pure and golden as sunlight, and just as bright… *
(20:55:13 )
°€ternal Ⱳinter°
†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *If she gave him a drop or two, she could at least give him a bit of a jump start, like adrenaline for a human... She tilted her head a bit to the side, those rainbow colored eyes looking him over, her hands reaching out to move some of the sheds of his clothes over to the sides. She made sure her movements were slow, she didn’t want to startle him, make him think she was going to hurt him.*”I am just going to take a look… I don’t know if your body can handle my Ichor… You might be a bit too….Depleted… If I give you more than a drop or two, it could put you into shock, and I rather want to keep you alive as it stands…”*She saw all the burn marks, the bruises, the cuts… He was… oh just such a mess really, she couldn’t even tell where the blood was from there was just so much all over him.*”It’s such a waste… To damage such a beautiful man, as if he were chattle… Do you think you could handle a trip back to the surface as you are right now?... “*She began to shred off those wispy bits of cloth from her skirt, knotting the ends of them together as she made him a bandage, guiding him forward if he would so she could slide him out of his shirt.*”Oh… I didn’t even ask, how rude of me, I do apologize… Would you like to come back to the surface with me? Or would you rather I left you here? I don’t know what happened to lead up to this, and it’s none of my business truly, but I would hate to make you do something against your will…”*She tilted her head to the side a bit there, curious really, as to what he wanted to do. After all, if he wanted to remain here, she would walk out the same as she had come in and try to forget him. If he allowed her, she would slide him out of his tattered shirt and start to bind him up, her touch as soft as satin against his skin. If he allowed it, she would have his chest wrapped in a matter of a few minutes, making sure it was nice and tight so that it would stop much of the blood flow from the burns and such, and hopefully stem any on the inside. If he said he wanted to go with her, she would reach out and pierce the skin of her finger on one of the rough bricks in the wall, watching a bit of blood form on the tip of her finger. It looked like liquid sunlight, which was rather funny in a way, considering that she was so very pale herself.*”You are going to feel… A bit weird… As if… Someone has given you a shot of morphine and adrenalin all at once… Then I will take you to my home, and we will get you on the mend… From there… Well that is quite up to you… After all, you can choose to remain with me, or go off as you please… Unlike others, I don’t control, I prefer to watch them make their choices… Now… Just… Be still for a moment… You’ll want to move… but stay still while it works, or you’ll fall flat on your face…”*She would settle that single drop of blood on the wound on his wrist then, waiting for a moment as it settled in, absorbed like sunlight before she pulled it away. She was ready to pin him in she had to, after all it would hit him quite hard, like speed and morphine all at once.*
...Black Hearted Beast..
Ace
..Romance isn't in my repertoire honey. But a thousand ways to make you come are..
says to °€ternal Ⱳinter°†: ..he heard her soft reply.. it was quite simple really and to the point.. she’d come in the door..mentioning something about there being a lack of windows.. and how much she adored the more.. unconventional things.. how it made life that little bit more fun.. and at the very least interesting- .. yes, this is quite true.. .. he coughed again.. another small trickle of blood made its way down his chin there.. splattering down upon his already stained chest.. he too liked things to be a little more unconventional.. to be interesting.. he did so hate being bored.. it usually made for him getting into all kinds of mischief.. he was slowly allowing his guard to settle.. at least a little.. she didn’t appear to want to hurt him and he felt that she certainly did not belong there.. even looking the way she did.. she had that.. softer.. more peaceful aura circling her.. he shook his head and went to laugh once more when she asked if he was the Ace of Diamonds or of Hearts.. he winced a touch.. but laughed through the pain regardless.. settling back into a semi comfortable position then.. his head resting against the brickwork.. his legs stretched out before him.. one bent clearly at the knee.. - .. of hearts.. I assure you.. .. he smacked his lips together.. shaking his head once more.. oh it was amusing indeed and he needed the laugh.. so for that he was thankful of her.. that little tease had perfect timing..it was stroking his inner ego just a little..you could say though that he was the ace of hearts and spades.. for the amount of bodies that were six feet under in his wake.. she spoke her name to him then.. his brow rose a little as he watched her.. it was certainly different.. not one he had heard before- .. Malaika.. .. he pronounced it slowly.. trying in earnest not to butcher it.. the husky tone in his voice was slowly being replaced by that slightly off pitch tone he originally had… the one that would haunt just about anyone.. like nails down a chalk board.. right to the bones..- .. different.. can’t say I have heard that one before.. .. he nodded.. hearing her tell him to just call her Mala.. that it was easier.. and it certainly was.. not quite the tongue twister her full name was.. that’s for sure.. his eyes were trying to adjust to her brightness only surrounded by the pitch black of the room around them.. the scent of blood in there was so.. so undeniably thick.. she reached out to him then and began to move the shreds of cotton aside to she could look closer at his wounds.. he did jerk a little.. not expecting her to do so before she said she just needed to look.. then she spoke about Ichor.. and he was quite confused.. his hands rose and he rubbed against his temples.. sliding his fingers back through his hair.. moving it away from its slick place there upon his forehead.. he exhaled when she asked if he thought he could get back to the surface in his current state- .. Unsure. Really.. it’s possible I could.. maybe in a few hours when I get the strength back in my legs.. but right at this moment.. possibly not.. .. he observed as she began to tear shreds out of her dress.. make shift bandages for him.. before she would guide him forward a little.. to slide what was left of that shirt off his upper body.. he helped where he could.. undoing what few buttons remained fastened.. before he sunk back against the wall once more.. he was quite b uilt really.. even under all those cuts and bruises.. he was quite the specimen .. lean and muscular.. broad shoulders.. she asked if he wanted to go back with her.. or.. would he rather she left him there- .. who in their right mind would want to stay?.... he tilted his head.. looking to her there.. chuckling softly.. before he’d clutch his chest and groan a little.. - .. I don’t really know why you’re here.. or how you got here.. or why you ushered the psykers away.. but.. I’m greatful.. .. he nodded.. letting his arm drop back down to his side once more.. rocking his head back against the wall as he exhaled long and deeply.. - .. a trip back.. would be something I would be interested in.. most certainly… however.. don’t weaken yourself on my account.. I’ll probably just get dragged right back here within the length of a day.. .. he shifted just a little.. feeling that puddle soaking through his slacks there.. his thighs would have been coated in bloody by now…he allowed her full acces to wrap him up as she saw fit.. his breath nearly forced from his lungs with the tightness in those bandages.. but it was one of thoe feelings that was quite pleasant.. as you knew it was helpful.. he caught a glimpse of her breaking into her finger then.. the little blood droplet there pooling upon its edge.. the colouring though caused his brows to rise considerably.. the idea of morphine and adrenalin all at once.. my my.. that caught his attention.. before he presed that blood to the open wound on his wrist.. it would take a moment.. he felt no different at first.. no change.. before there would be a warmth flooding him suddenly.. seeking out every single inch of his body.. like a spiders web ..before he suddenly arched out.. smacking the back of his head against the wall in the process.. he grit his teeth down and he groaned.. hissing.. his fingers curled inward.. balling into fists.. oh it was incredible really.. what that body was going through.. the morphine was attacking the pain.. the adrenalin was forcing that heart of his to speed up.. making his brain.. his mind force him to get up.. to move around.. so he did.. or at least he tried to.. planting his hands down on the floor.. his gaze widening considerably as he tried to force himself to his feet..- .. I have to get up.. I Have to get up.. Now
°€ternal Ⱳinter°
†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
...
says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *She was….an odd one, if one could say anything at all about her. She was utterly unpredictable, one minute she could be as soft and sweet as cotton candy, the other she could be like as hard and cold as diamonds. She could be your richest chocolate that melts on your tongue, or she could be like chewing glass, leaving your mouth a bloodied mess. It all depended on her mood, and though she was generally…neutral, she was far from peaceful. She had made the little comment about having come in the door, even though she knew it wasn’t exactly the answer he was looking for, it was still the truth. If there had been a window though, she would have most likely came through it and settled on the sill there, just waiting until someone realized she was there. She used to be of a more…natural coloring… A long, long time ago she had been blond with tan skin, hair down past her feet and lips as red as the very Roses people so loved…. The years had slowly faded her though, like a photo left too long in the sun, slowly bleaching her out. She caught that cough there, the way it forced more blood up, to trickle down his lips to spatter his already bloodied chest. She reached out, drawing that blood up on her finger, wanting to see him without all this crap on him. She wanted him naked honestly, naked and in a hot bath, sitting in his lap as she washed him from head to toe to see if those little motes were true to fact… Until she got that chance though, she simply had to wait, and she had time to spare… She had made that little tease, the joke about his name, asking if he was of Diamonds or of Hearts. It had made him laugh, and she could feel some of the tension leaving the space about him, like someone opening a window in a room that was far too stuffy. Her own lips curled in a smile there, making her tilt her head just a bit, those rainbow colored eyes just glittering like colored diamonds.*”I believe it… I have seen the trail of broken hearts in your Wake…. Quite impressive really… Not many men can lay claim to the chaos you have left in your wake, but it was that same chaos that woke me up, a desire to see you… Sadly… You are in a bit of bad shape… I think we can fix that though… I would… So hate to have you be less than your best….”*She knew he would wonder about those words, the way she had said them, teased him with it. It was all for a purpose, to keep that mind active, to keep him awake. She had wanted to fuck him… Well, no… Not quite that… She wanted… Something… As of yet it was indefinable… She just knew it had something to do with him, something in him, something he did had woken her up… It was more than his looks, even if those were… Just my my my… Quite nice… It was… Well, she couldn’t say, but all things come out in the wash as the saying goes. She had given him her name then, like him giving only her first name, leaving the surname a secret as it should be. She also caught the way his voice shifted when he spoke her name, and much like a cat, she shivered sharply at the pitch. It wasn’t bad oh no… Not at all… It was… So very good… She whined softly, not bothering to hide her reaction, she certainly wasn’t one to hide herself. She was utterly, completely open about herself, and the way the world effected her.*”Oh my you could fuck a woman with a voice like that, has anyone told you that before?... Mmmm… I can only imagine how many knees you melted when you whisper in a girls ear, why, I bet you tossed more than a few skirts just by saying their name… I wonder which God you had to worship to get that voice… “ *She shivered once more, rolling her shoulders softly, nibbling on her bottom lip before she let it all just flow over her, leaving her after a few moments. She nodded her head softly, knowing her name was hard for even her own children at times, especially when they tried to say it all in one go. A bit of a mouthful really, but really it was quite normal, it was a long dead language and certainly not one any spoke anymore.*”It’s from a language that hasn’t been spoken in a very, very long time Ace, it’s not surprising… In your tongue it means Butterfly… Or rather, in any tongue really, the root is the same… Mala means nothing by itself, but it won’t trip your tongue up as you try to say it…”*She had gone in to try and move some of the cloth away, to see the extent of the damage, and perhaps to get her hands on him a bit… There was a desire there, oh most definitely, but she was still ice on the inside… A spark, but as of yet, nothing had been kindled… He had been badly damaged, but nothing fatal, mostly….Cosmetic… She had asked if he thought he could make it back, unsure of his state with just looking at him. She wasn’t exactly pleased with his answer, not that it was his fault or any such thing, she just wasn’t very happy with the ideal of remaining here in her brother’s domain. She wasn’t passing fond of the Chaos, there was too much… Rawness… Uncontrolled… Rather like an open wound. As it was, it was already attacking her glamor, and if he watched very closely, he might start to see the glimmer of white wings behind her, a set of curled horns starting a bit behind her temple as they curled down against her hair.*”We don’t have time for that really… my dear little brother tolerates me right now, but he won’t like me staying here for long… I pose too much of a threat to the balance… As it stands, he is permitting me to take you, only because he knows I want you… I would rather not incur his wrath if possible.”*She had reached forward, to guide him, to try and get him out of that filthy, tattered shirt. His help was wonderful really, it meant she got more time to enjoy his skin, to touch as she pleased without being too forward. Oh he had such a lovely body, her beloved one had run a bit more slender, a dancer’s body rather than built, and he had been a bit shorter than her as well… Yet this man here was a few inches taller than her, broad shouldered, muscled… The two were different in every way, which is exactly what she wanted, because she couldn’t stand the two of them being similar it would just kill her. While she wrapped him up with the shreds of her skirt, she had asked if he wanted to stay, or go with her. That answer was rewarded with her trilling little laugh, rather like the sweet song of a canary, soft and lovely.*”Well, who am I to presume, really? For all I know, this is just foreplay for you, and I could be interrupting some sweet little taboo pleasure.”*She teased as she worked, in truth she knew damn well he had been tortured, but that didn’t mean she had to build on it.*
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°€ternal Ⱳinter°
†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
...
says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *She hmmmed softly when he spoke, letting him get it out before she replied, debating on just how much to tell this fine specimen.*”I told you… I came because I wanted to see who this was who could drag me out of my dream… Who awoke me from my slumber… I ushered them away, came down here, only to take you back with me of course… As for weakening… Ace… Just…. Trust me when I say that I won’t weaken from something like this… “*If he thought he was going to get dragged back he was out of his beautiful head, because now that she had found him, she wasn’t going to let him go. Khorn would have to come back to the surface if he wanted to take him back, and she wouldn’t let this tender little morsel go without a fight, and oooooh she hadn’t had a good fight in a very, very long time. Rather, she teased him again, trying to keep his mind off of certain things and onto other areas.*”Well, if you think you will get drug back in a day… We better make it a damn good day then, hmmm? I wonder, what you would do if given a day to do whatever you wanted to do, locked up in a house with me? I can imagine we would get into some…. Interesting…situations…”*She had gotten him bandaged up then, that perfect tightness there to keep him from hurting himself any more than he already was. She had pierced her finger then, settling that single drop of her blood on his wrist, not daring to allow a single atom more than that. As she expected… He felt the urge to move, to run, and that was natural… She shifted instantly, going from the balls of her feel down to her knees, setting her ass right there in his lap. She would reach down and grab his hands, holding them in her own long, slender fingers.*”I know you Feel that way, but if you do, you’ll put your heart into too much of a shock… Look at me… Look at my eyes Ace… Just for a few moments, the feeling won’t last too long… Listen to my voice, listen to my words… Just a minute… Imagine this… I hate underwear… It’s annoying… Clothes are annoying… I love to run about naked… Without a single stich, and more often than not, you will catch me naked on a rock sunning myself… Think of that… Focus on that image…”
...Black Hearted Beast..
Ace
..Romance isn't in my repertoire honey. But a thousand ways to make you come are..
says to °€ternal Ⱳinter°†: ..he noticed the smile there upon her features.. the way it seemed to curl to life.. and those sparkling fully coloured eyes of hers.. they were just captivating.. like nothing he had ever seen before.. Human womens eyes were usually quite dull.. coloured yes but.. something that never really caught his attention.. though he never told them that.. complimenting a woman on her eyes always did wonders for his ladder climbing..or thigh climbing as the case may be.. - .. I’m not going to deny it.. it would appear you know quite a bit about me.. .. he chuckled.. giving a slight shake of his head..she was right though.. the amount of women he had left in his wake.. if they all caught up with him one day.. there’d be hell to pay he knew it.. was a bit of a sobering thought really..for maybe the matter of a moment.. before his own ego would trample it.. squashing it beneath its feet.. he did wonder though when she said it was the same chaos that had woken her up.. that her desire to see him brought her to.. well being right before him.. practically saving him from the torturous hands of the psykers and witches that would have quickly followed.. - ..I am a bit rough around the edges.. .. he glanced down over his body in that moment.. noticing the nicks and scratches all over his chest.. the burns down his arms.. the slices into his wrists.. his slacks were sliced open at the knees.. hanging in tatters in places here and there.. - .. nothing a good bath wont fix.. just a few scratches.. .. he shot her a wink.. going to laugh before he clutched at his chest.. groaning and sinking back to sit there against the wall.. he’d been kicked around to within an inch of his life.. his body wasn’t flawless to begin with.. it was scarred in places.. but the blood and the cuts were all very new.. he grimaced every so often also as the coppery taste was really not so pleasant.. he caught the whining.. the soft noises she was making in response to his voice.. it made one of his brows rise.. her words though.. oh they stroked that ego perfectly.. she kept that up and he wouldn’t be far from how he was before he was killed.. he’d be right back.. ready and more than willing to trample the world beneath his feet.. and to fuck around with whomever he so desired.. afterall.. he had the power to.. why not use it.. he chuckled.. nodding his head- ..well.. something along those lines yes.. maybe not in so many words.. .. he stretched his leg out then.. letting it rest flat his hands fell down to rest there against his sides.. he shifted for her when she wrapped him with that bandage.. feeling its tightness around his chest.. restricting his breathing perhaps just a little.. - .. skirts.. slacks.. dresses.. bit of everything really.. depending on what took my fancy at the time.. .. he observed her in that moment.. watching as she tugged her plump lower lip inward.. it caused his to part.. to take in a shorter breath.. he had taken in glimpses here and there of things behind her.. possibly wings?.. and horns maybe? It was dreadfully dark in that room so a lot of it could have just been his eyes playing with the shadows on display.. he blinked when she spoke about her little brother tolerating her.. - .. Are you telling me that Khorn is your younger brother?.... he tilted his head there.. he was genuinely surprised.. it was easily read there upon his face.. - .. and ..You want me?.... his hand rose as he rubbed it across his forehead.. lightly scratching against the flesh as he did so..he laughed along with her when she mentioned the possibility of this all being foreplay for him.. some sweet little taboo pleasure- .. whilst I do enjoy the.. darker arts.. this.. . he coughed again.. shifting as he was beginning to stick to the congealed blood on the floor- .. mess is not my foreplay.. there’s no one moaning .. no one screaming.. no one crying out.. therefore no ones having any fun.. . she explained that he wouldn’t weaken her.. that helping him would barely have any effect on her at all.. so to not worry about it.. he rubbed his chin when she asked him what he would do if given a day to do whatever he wanted.. locked away in a house with her for the entire time.. - .. really?.. an entire day?... the corners of his lips began to curl upward.. there was the beginnings of a grin there.. a rather devious looking one- .. well.. let me put it this way.. .. he reached across to her there.. and if she would allow it.. his fingers.. though a bit on the gritty and sticky side would trace their way down along the delicate curve of her jawline.. before they would fall to rest there against her chin.. holding there.. gripping it .. drawing her in closer till she was but an inch.. maybe two away from him.. their faces close.. eyes locked upon one another- .. You wouldn’t be walking.. How do you like spending a great deal of time down on your knees.. crawling.. being dragged from one end of the house to the other by those luscious long locks of yours.. .. he dragged his bloodied thumb across her chin.. leaving some deep red ruby marks- .. bent over the bed.. the table.. the counter.. and fucked raw.... his voice deepened just a little.. those eyes of his seemed to widen just a touch..- .. You’d be forced up against the wall.. your hair pulled.. your lips bruised.. your throat clenched.. and that.. That’s only foreplay.. .. he released the grip on her chin there and sunk back against the wall.. allowing her to fall back into her earlier position.. before she dropped that singular drop of blood into the open wound.. it hit him like a tonne of bricks.. sudden and fast.. his body jerked and bucked.. it arched and stiffened.. and he tried in earnest to get up off his ass.. to stand to move.. he wanted to run before she landed her tight little ass down on his lap to stop him.. he groaned.. reaching for her.. to grab her.. to push her off.. his gaze was moving erratically.. left and right before she called to him to focus.. to look to her.. to look into those rainbow coloured orbs.. to listen to her voice.. to her words.. then she tormented him with that image.. of her naked.. sunning herself on a rock with all that perfectly pale skin.. his shoulders sunk and he exhaled deeply.. he grit his teeth down as he rode out that adrenalin.. his hands had sunk down to grab against her outer thighs ..his hold was firm.. enough to bruise as he suddenly and without warning bucked up against her.. and she would have felt that tenting fabric of his slacks.. that image of her naked.. along with her asked what he would do with her given the chance.. well.. what little blood he did have in his body had decided on its place.. -
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *Oh she couldn’t help the smile really, she had been a bit curious about him, enough to focus on the last year or so of his life. She had seen quite a few women come and go, and oh, all sorts of positions in-between too. She knew a good deal more about him, than he did about her, though that was not to be unexpected. After all, herself as she was certainly wasn’t as popular as say her little brothers, and if she had any worshipers at any time they had been long gone for a quick minute. There was no way for him to know… Anything about her… Oh but she had certainly enjoyed watching him. He was quite the study, and she was in a way, quite glad he had been the one who woke her up. She just wondered why, what it was exactly about him, that had drawn her to wake. She was going to find out though, that much as quite certain really.*”I know… A bit… Less than what I would like, and more than you would want me to know, perhaps… For instance, I know you have a temper, but I don’t know what triggers it… I know you have a weakness for beautiful women, but I don’t know your favorite style, no color or shape preference… It’s not wise to say you know the way something looks, when you are say, looking at it from only one angle. I do plan on figuring it out though, you will make a… delightful study I think…”*What she did know, was that from what she was seeing, he certainly was no stranger to word play… He met each little parry of hers with one of his own, the byplay was enjoyable, delightful really. For how ever long it lasted, she knew that a that at the very least, the conversation would always be amusing. That smile on her lips just spread, loving the way he stated he just needed a bath, as if hot water could remove the damage along with the blood. So very cocky, so arrogant, so very proud… Delicious really… Oh just how many layers down did he go really? How many disguises did he have? After all, this was quite a bit of bravado here, and it was just another game… The difference between her and the others though, was that she was quite aware it was a game, that this was all just a play thing… A way to pass the time, for the both of them perhaps, or at the very least for him. She was quite happy to play along though, it was so good to try new things, after all.*”Mmmm Rough edges are nice though, they give something texture, makes a person a bit more cautious about playing with it… We can have that bath though, get you…. Fixed as you say… I am quite curious to see you without all this blood truly, as lovely a color as red is, it is a bit of a pain in this current situation…”*His pitch had changed on her, gone from that deeper husky growl to this… decadent sort of pitch… deep and yet not… It was such a rare sound truly, a mix between high and low, both yet neither… It had certainly added another little spark to her, and it had certainly aroused her, made her moan just a bit, that sweet little wine as she shivered. Oh she could certainly get lost in that voice, wanting to study each little layer of pitch, and loose herself in each new level. She hadn’t hidden her response, to what point, she had no reason to do so. While she had seen already how he could play with words, using them like cloaks and daggers, she was quite open with her own. Oh but that voice had made her shiver, and she could only imagine the effect it had on other women, how it could be used to toss more than a few skirts just on the sound alone. She giggled softly, shaking her head for a moment, those long platinum blond locks falling about her delicately rounded shoulders.*”Oh my, my, my, but you are such a very bad boy, aren’t you Ace? The consummate playboy perhaps?”*She had wrapped his chest then, making sure it was tight, holding him together as it were until she could get him back.*”And what, I wonder, takes your fancy now? Though I must say… Slacks? Nasty indention… If you must wear clothes, better to have the illusion of form and nudity, make a man guess… Slacks just give the game away, you might as well be naked at that point, don’t you think?” *It was true of her too, even when going to war, she had never once worn a pair of slacks. Then again… It was a bit of her habit to go to war completely, and utterly, naked. It certainly played hell with the opposing faction, this was true, as most men could only stare in completely confusion at this naked whip wielding woman came in and decimated entire legions. She certainly wasn’t one for clothes usually, but she knew they had their purpose, and tended to save her preferred naked state for when she was alone. She had given a bit away there at the end, telling him that her little brother wouldn’t exactly enjoy letting her rest here until he could go on his own, that she did indeed throw the balance too far out of whack for them all. Besides, if she stayed here much longer, the Chaos would strip away her glamor and reveal her as she truly was to him, and she wasn’t quite sure if she was ready for that or not. At his question, she tilted her head just a bit there, blinking softly as if she couldn’t understand his confusion.*”Well, yes, they all are… They are the ones born right as my brothers and sisters… their elders, were all dying… I think I am one of the last elders… But you know, I can’t be sure… We aren’t exactly the most loving family, we tend to be more…. Soloists… Tolerance is the closest thing you could say that we bear for each other…”*She couldn’t understand his confusion really, as if he didn’t realize how desirable he was, how that darkness was quite the tempting little morsel to her. The question he should have asked, would have been what she wanted to do with him, rather than the fact she wanted him. After all, she might want to save him from the path he was on, guide him to a different ending than the one he was gleefully marching to… Or she might give him a chariot an wish him speed on his trip… She might be his savior, do what everyone else had attempted, but failed to do…. Or she might be his darkest little wish come true, and give him everything he wanted, until he couldn’t bear the thought of her being gone. Oh it was all quite the peg, they were at the center of it now, and only time would tell what spoke they went up.*
(03:30:12 )
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: ”Of course I want you, why wouldn’t I? Are you not strong? Virile? Do you not tread the realms as if you own them? You are cocksure, arrogant, and very vain… You are brutal, self-serving, and outrageously greedy… You care for no one and nothing, you live only to serve your own ends, no matter what pretty color you decide to paint it up with you can’t change the fact… And I adore it… I have been waiting, asleep for over six hundred years Ace, waiting for a man like you to come about… I don’t care if you do not love, my heart has long since been ice… I don’t expect you to have any emotional attachments for me, I prefer it if you don’t, I have fallen in love with a mortal before and it ended in heart break… No… I want your lack of compassion… I want your self-serving nature Ace… I want to see… What you have inside you, that thing that woke me up, that which I am waiting to discover… Do not alter your nature for me… Be who you are, and let me revel in it, enjoy it… I want you for who you Are, not you who want the world to think you are, or who you think you want to be… “*She wanted to see if he could drown her in that chaos of his nature, to see if his cruelty could scratch the frozen shell of her heart, if his darkness could come close to the ice she felt in her soul. Was he strong enough to keep her awake? Did he have something inside him that had woken her up after all, and if it was as she thought, what could it be? Most of all… Could he fire these little sparks… Could he finally warm that artic wilderness in her heart? Could he make it beat once more? She wanted to see if he was strong enough to do it… If he could… Well he would be quite blessed indeed… If he could fire her heart, there would be hell to pay, not for them but for whom ever opposed him. She had switched topics, to tease him there, as though his torture had perhaps been a bit of foreplay. She wouldn’t have been surprised, not with some of the things she had seen, for she had certainly bore witness to him snapping a few necks in his pleasure. His response was quite cheeky, just beautifully arrogant, and so very cocky… She had told him that if he was to be dragged back after a day, what would he do with it, specifically if he had that whole day with her. She was quite curious, wondering if he found her attractive enough to mate with, and if so just what she might come to expect. She caught that grin there, and oh how it made her eyes sparkle really, just flashing like perfect gems as she reveled in the shape of his lips. His response certainly had her interest peaked, and if she hadn’t already rounded her ears down, they would certainly be twitching like mad. Her pupils dilated just a bit, her breasts instantly ached as her nipples grew hard, and oh but her pretty little secret spot experienced quite the fluttering. She shivered hard there, letting the emotions, those desires wash over her delicate frame before she settled back down. She didn’t pull back when he reached out for her grabbing her rounded chin in his fingers, feeling the mix of blood and dirt against her delicate skin. Anyone else would have been blasted right into oblivion for touching her, but him, well he was the only one she did want to touch her.*”I think… That would be quite the new experience for me… I don’t believe I would allow you to lead me about as such, but everything else, well now that sounds very delicious… Do you think you have it in you then, to fuck me raw Ace? Believe me I am… quite open to… Fuck… Anywhere you want to… I’m a flexible woman, we could mate anywhere your dark heart desires, but fucking me raw might take some time… I look forward to trying this new… fucking… I’ve never had this sort before, it’s always been quite soft and gentle, and no man has dared to try and dominate me and lived to tell the tale… We should get you healed up then, hmm? I want to see if you can actually do all this, or if you’re just an old dragon, all hot air and no fire…”*She teased there at the end, winking at him before he released her, his legs out before him with his hands at his side. She had told him to sit still, to try and fight the urge to move that her blood would give him, to let the initial rush push through until he was a bit more settled. Of course, he didn’t listen, which made her sit right in his lap to keep him still. His hands had grabbed at her, wanting to pull her off, before she got his attention as she spoke to him. She painted that little picture for him, anything to keep him from pinging about the walls, from giving himself a heart attack from the sudden rush. His hands had slid down then to grab at her thighs, and in that moment she let herself go… Telling this body of hers to feel pain and pleasure, to feel the sensations of his hands on her skin, to experience every moment of it. And Oh… Oh he was hurting her… She hissed softly at the bruising, though that sudden bucking against her, feeling that hard thick shaft of his… Her position was perfect really that buck set her ass bouncing right along with her tits, her sweet little body riding out that jolt, while her body felt arousal for the first time in far too long. She whined then, wriggling there in his lap, the pleasure and pain was something she had never known before and oh it fucked with her something royal.*”Oh!... Ace… Goodness…. You know… that’s impressive… The fact that you can bruise me is one thing…. But your quite hard aren’t you? For the amount of blood you lost, the torture…. My sweet Ace… That really is very…..very impressive… but so is your cock, if feeling it in your slacks is anything to go by…”*She shivered again, dropping her ass down lower, wriggling in his lap just to torture them both before, she would move to rise… Of course, if he decided to, she wouldn’t stop him from pinning her ass there in his lap for a bit longer. She just wanted to get them out of there, the minutes ticking by were breaking down that illusion more and more, revealing much more than she wanted to right now. She shivered again, her hands reaching out, to press against his chest. She wanted… something… Was it sex? She couldn’t really say it had been so long… All she did know was that she had to go… Now… they had time to explore her….confusion later…*
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: ”Stop it… Enough playing Ace, it is time to go, before my glamor shatters… You can’t handle it right now, and I am not ready to share who I am here… We will be going to my house, but before we go, I do have rules…”*She would move to stand if he allowed it, letting the layers and wisps of her skirt to settle about those heart breakingly long legs of hers.*”You will not eat any of my fruit, nor drink my nectar, those are for me alone… If you want food we shall procure it, but the fruit of my tree is mine, and mine alone. If I do decide to allow you to mate with me, you will never, ever spill your seed in me… That is forbidden as well. You will not steal from me, you will not break my things, and you will never tell anyone where we are… If all that is clear, let us go, and be rid of this place….”
...Black Hearted Beast..
Ace
..Romance isn't in my repertoire honey. But a thousand ways to make you come are..
says to °€ternal Ⱳinter°†: ..he listened when she spoke about what she did know about him.. but it was apparent she wanted to know a lot more.. his head tilted a little.. ever curious he was about this creature that was crouched before him .. curious as to just how she obtained this information?.. did he have a stalker perhaps?.. he nodded when she spoke about his temper..and his weaknesses for beautiful women.. - ..I do indeed have a bit of a.. well.. temper.. .. he clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth- .. Opium drags a lot of it out.. my personal drug of choice.. .he went to reach up then to pat his hand against where the pocket of his shirt would have been.. only to recall that yes.. the shirt had been torn to shreds and the reeds were gone..he’d mutter something quietly under his breath about someone having taken it.. it was no doubt confiscated when he was dragged back here.. one of the psykers probably took it.. the cheap bastards.. he had always kept the pure stuff for himself.. sold of the cheaper cut versions to the public.. hell if he cared what happened to the addicts that got caught up in whatever he had cut it with.. not his concern.. not his problem.. - .. as for women.. well yes.. I guess you could call it a weakness.. for beautiful creatures.. .. he dragged the tip of his tongue across his lower lip there.. feeling the tiny cuts that had been placed there..- .. Nothing beats the soft smooth supple curves of a womans body.. those stunning tits.. the way they whimper.. they moan.. and most of all.. just how they beg.. .. his voice continued to change pitch in only the most haunting way.. enough to send shivers down even the coldest of figures.. - .. watching them just tremble .. who’d want anything more.. .. he listened to her then when she spoke about him being such a bad bad boy.. that he was the consummate playboy.. and how she didn’t quite agree on wearing slacks.. he laughed and nodded- .. Oh.. but of course.. I never said I wanted a woman in slacks.. .. he shot her a wink in that moment.. he wasn’t going to hide his broader range of sexuality.. he would have loved hearing about her going to war naked.. that would have been something phenomenal indeed.. perhaps.. just perhaps he would be privy to that kind of information in the future.. down the track a little further.. she went on to explain about her brothers and sisters.. how they weren’t the most loving family.. and that it simply all came down to tolerance.. and little more than that..- .. sounds like most normal families.. .. he gave a light shrug of his shoulders- .. You’d be lucky to find one that got along.. not really anyway.... he had placed his hands down beside him and in doing so had dunked his fingers down into his own blood puddle there.. reaching then to wipe them down against what was left of his slacks while she went on to say just why she wanted him.. that he was strong and virile.. that he was cocksure arrogant and very vain.. he nodded as she continued.. he certainly wasn’t going to argue against what she said.. he was all of those things.. and quite a few more.. he shook his head though when she spoke about the lack of love.. that she didn’t care if he didn’t love.. - .. I have no time for love.. and other such niceties.. the simple fact that you brought that up now.. .. he nodded- .. is precisely what I wanted to hear.. that’s perfect.. because quite frankly.. I don’t need another whiny crying.. sobbing little mess of a woman that clings on like rag weed.. .. he screwed up his face a little- .. I haven’t the time for it.. nor the desire for it.. I am in it to enjoy myself.. and fuck everyone else.. .. he shrugged- .. If you are looking for a bit of fun.. then that works in perfectly with me.. you attach any strings to me.. and you wont see me for dust pretty one.. Ill be out like a shot.. just gone.. .. he had drawn her in then.. tugging her petite body in closer to his.. holding her chin as he spoke in those deeper tones.. about just what he was going to do with her.. to her.. he watched those pupils of hers dilate.. he caught the sounds of her breath.. - ..soft and gentle?... his brows furrowed- .. well.. there’s nothing sweet and gentle about me.. let me make that perfectly clear.. I desire to hear you scream bloody murder.. to watch that body bend in ways it shouldn’t be able to.. to stretch you out.. to pull that hair.. to watch you just about tear into that plump little lower lip of yours.. You want to see if I can actually do it?.. fair call.. .. he nodded.. releasing her.. letting her settle back into her earlier position- .. I’m more interested in seeing if you can handle it.. ..she had placed that droplet of her own essence into his open wound.. and his body reacted violently.. she landed down hard upon his lap there to keep him still.. and he just desired tearing away.. he needed to run.. his poor heart was beating a million times a minute.. he could hear it in his head.. that deep throbbing.. before she managed to get an almost strangle hold on his attention.. describing her naked .. and how much she desired to be that way.. his bodys reaction was priceless really.. that thick hard cock of his rising to the occasion as he bucked up roughly against her.. making her body bounce and those sweet tits moved as well.. it was certainly a sight to behold.. he swallowed.. breathing through his grit down teeth..the grip upon her thighs only tightened and he bucked her again.. she was wriggling and it was only making things a lot harder on the both of them.. he groaned.. she went to rise and at first he wouldn’t let her go.. no his grip on her thighs had slid around to capture therounds of her ass.. before he let her move to stand.. his chest was rising and falling a bit harder as the adrenalin was making its way through his system..she told him to stop.. that it was time to go.. and that she had rules.. slowly he would press his hands down into the bloodied puddle then.. and he’d move to stand.. he was a little taller than her.. his brow rose when she spoke her rules out..and he nodded- .. Ive no interest in your fruit.. or your nectar.. unless they are euphemisms for that sweet little cunt of yours.. You can keep your fruit.. I’ve no interest in it what so ever.. as for.. spilling my seed.. .. he tilted his head.. she was an odd one- .. consider it done.. why pump you full of it when I can use you as my own personal canvas..I don’t steal.. or break things.. Im not so clumsy.. and Im not about to go galavanting around the village telling people things that are none of their business..
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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: ...Black Hearted Beast..:*Oh if he would have asked of she was a stalker, she would have laughed, oh she would have had such a giggle over that. Was she guilty of stalking him? Well, before she woke up she could have answered no, but since she had woken up and discovered him things were perhaps a little different… She had discovered that one mote, and she had indeed pulled up many more in relation to him, and perhaps she had stalked him a bit… After all, she had come here, hunting through the realm of Naggoth for him… From this day forth, oh, she might be perhaps a bit of a stalker… He had a temper… so did she… Just on a different level. She didn’t share. Period. Ever. She wanted Ace, and in so long as she wanted him, no one else would she allow near him. Male or female it didn’t matter, she would destroy anyone who even though of him sexually, it was a little bad… Then again, her kind were known to be so very obsessive, especially when they found something or someone they liked. She had told him about what she did know, what she had learned from those little motes, and she was rewarded with a bit of information from him. She felt her phantom ear twitch when he said it was opium, that the drug tended to bring it out in him, quite odd since the drug itself was known to make people nearly catatonic.*”Opium?.... How curious… It’s know as more of a….narcoleptic… than a high… But I wouldn’t worry about it Ace, you can rage at me all you like, you won’t leave a single mark on me unless I choose it… I wonder…. If I chained you to my bed and fed you opium, slipped it through your lips with my tongue, pushed it into your lungs with my own… Do you really thing you would have that temper… Or would you rather be lost in that world, in the sensations of it, cold steel against your wrists with velvet upon your back… It can be… quite the thing, to be so high on a drug and then tossed into contrasting sensations… I will have to try that with you…”*She watched him pat his breast pocket, or what would have been a breast pocket, had one still existed. Her ears picked up on that mutter, caught enough of it to understand, comprehending. She sat there for a moment, tilting her head one way, then the other as she tried to remember. Oh she had been asleep for such a long time really, memories that were once vivid were quite bleached out now, faded by time.*”If I remember…. My husband smoked opium before bed… I do believe… I still have his supply… I don’t know if you can handle it though… It’s refined but pure, perhaps a bit too pure for you, for your system as it is… He had this way of… boiling it down, condensing it, making it stronger…But if you want to try it, we can see if your body can handle it…”*If she remembered right, she still had his old pipe too, just the memory of it made her lick her lips softly… It wasn’t the craving for the drug oh no, she had her own personal drug, the same thing that was her only food source. Ambrosia was all she wanted, all she needed, and everything else just… Paled in comparison. His remark about the women though, oh that made her blush a bit there, a soft shade of rose on her cheeks there. She hadn’t blushed in so long, she had honestly forgotten what it was like… It was just… Oh that voice… Watching him lick his lips like that…. Oh he knew what he was doing, he was seducing her, as he had seduced every other woman in his life so far. He was… Oh outrageously good at it… Sinfully so… She couldn’t resist, her hands came up, cupping her sweet little tits, giving them a gentle squeeze as she felt just how hard her nipples were. She just whimpered softly, a sweet, soft little sight right on the end of it. Oh she nearly slid her hands beneath her skin to get herself off, it had been so long since she felt desire, it was rather like being a virgin all over again… She certainly wanted to take care of that sweet little ache forming, but at the same time she was relishing the feeling, wanting it to build until it would drive her to distraction. Her voice was little more than a breathy, plaintive little lamentation, lust riddled and more than a bit of desire in it.*”Oh yes… You can… Certainly fuck a woman with your voice… I feel… so very used after that… It’s a shame I have small breasts though… They probably fill your hand and no more… Though… I wonder… Are big busts still the…in thing now? Last I was awake, the fuller the figure, the more desirable a woman is… As you can see, I am more… delicately shaped then….Vivacious… “*She had always rather lamented the lack of her bust line, she was a nice full C cup, sitting so high with the most arrogant and proud little nipples… The sad fact of the matter was that wings do not constitute a large bust, you simply can not have one as well as the other, and she rather adored her wings. She had called him out on being a bad boy, such a player really, and her view on women in slacks and her general dislike of them. She smiled just a bit at his reply, that he hadn’t wanted a woman in slacks, though a certain little redhead she had seen told her otherwise. Was she going to mention that, goodness no, she was far from stupid. She loved that saucy little wink though, and she rewarded him with a sexy, husky little laugh really, adoring this little byplay. She had explained her family…if it could even be called that, since technically none of them had parents. They were just all the same sort of a thing, some a bit more pure than others, others older… But still similar enough to be related.*”I would not know, I have not known any families other than my own, so I couldn’t really say what was normal or not… I do know that we eat each other, we can go quite cannibalistic, absorbing the other if such a desire comes up on us… Though I think the last one who did so shall not be named, but that was oh… Let me think…. Seven hundred years ago?”*It was…somewhere around there, and the last one had been Kunthos… Nautilous’s father. She told him why she had come to get him, to drag him back with her, to stake her claim on his beautiful bottom… She told him the truth of it too, that she wasn’t capable of loving anymore, that she wasn’t interested in emotions. She just wanted to feel alive again, to shake off the eternal winter that had shrouded her, and to stop the white from encroaching any more. She blinked her eyes softly for a moment there, rubbing her lips together gently, wetting them with her tongue.*
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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: ”Good… We are both of an accord then…. The fact of the matter is that I think I am incapable of emotions… Sensations yes, oh yes indeed I feel lust and desire… But hatred or love… No… If we can agree not to allow things to come in and muddy it up, I think we can mix quite well together… Though I should warn you… I can get jealous… That is perhaps the last emotion I can feel… If I were to see you with a whore, some woman of the night, I would likely rip her head off her shoulders and leave you with the left overs… I don’t share the things I desire… Ever.”*She was honest about it at least, she usually was too, though she could lie like the devil when it suited her. She didn’t see the point in hiding it with him though, after all if he were able to top her, she would become his lover and there would be no good to come from her hiding the fact she killed without remorse anyone she felt was playing with her toys. He had brought her closer to him, making her rest her hands on his thighs or topple forward, just sitting a mere inch from his face. Her eye were just gorgeous up close, mesmerizing, captivating in their glittering rainbow brightness. She had related the fact she had never had rough sex before, that in truth, the entire thing was a bit odd for her. It wasn’t something she wouldn’t be interested in oh no, the way he painted the images for her, the description alone had her getting wet just thinking about them. She heard his little return quip, that he was more interested in if she could handle it, something she had to think about for a moment.*”Well it is impossible for me to die… You can bend me any way you like, as I said, I am outrageously flexible…. I probably would scream in all honesty, I haven’t had a lover in over a millennium… My beloved one was an elf, he was short and sweet… and a bit on the smaller side… At least, compared to what I’ve seen of yours, though there isn’t as much as I would like to see… You’ll have to catch me first though… I want you yes, but I can’t submit to desire to easily, you’ll have to beat me first. As you can see, I am quite curious to see if you can do it or not, because it’s more than just sex with me… It’s something you have to earn, you will have to fight for the right to mate me, not just make me wet with hot words…”*The Ichor had been given to him then, resulting in that almost violent reaction, making her have to sit on his lap to keep him from tearing off. Oh he had gotten hard beneath her ass then, she could feel him alright, every hot throbbing inch and oh did it ever make her ache… She couldn’t help the wriggle, her bod certainly wanted him, but her nature was a different sort of beast. She had gone to rise, only to have him refuse to let her go, moving to grip her bare ass, the only thing covering the fact she wore nothing underneath were the pale trips of fabric that made up her dress. His hands felt delicious on her bare skin really, it made her arch, made her wriggle on his lap even as she felt the walls, the blocks go up, the urge to fight him to prove he was a worthy mate. She snarled at him suddenly, primal and vicious, yet the sexuality that oozed off of her was thick as molasses and even sweeter. The pheromones coming off of her would have been a cocktail heady enough bowl anyone over really, her body was perfect, fecund and fertile and so deliciously ripe. She was made for fucking, for breeding, her whole body screamed for mating, and often… Oh yes, if he were capable of catching that scent, even in his high state of mind, it would have brought out all sorts of primal urges in him as well. She had to stop it, and stop it quickly, or her nature would take over her rationality and she would be fighting him tooth and nail. He was already weakened, cut up , burned and bruised… He would be no match for her and she would dismiss him physically as a mate, her body seeming him as inferior… She was released, moving to stand then, stepping away from him for a moment as she laid down her few little rules. She was nearly twitching at this point really, nature versus nurture of a sort, her need to mate at ends with her mentality. She had forbidden him her tree, the fruits and nectar both, he was not allowed to have a drop of it. In truth, he would be addicted to it, the immortality that Ambrosia offered… The high that came along with it, it was better than the high he got off of his opium, and she could easily see him getting hooked on it. He would abuse it too, and then she would be without her one source of food, the only thing that provided her any nourishment anymore. Her only other dead set rule was that he was nor permitted, under any condition, to cum inside her. She would rather he break the rule with the fruit… The quip about her cunt though, she brushed her hand across the front of her skirt, parting it so that just one inch thick portion of her skirt hung over her perfectly bare pussy.*”You mean this little bit of sweetness? No…”*She gave him just enough of a tease there, flashing him her bare pussy, just the barest little hint of pink at the cleft of it to reveal the sweet inner color of her folds.*”I do not mean my cunt, as you call it. I mean my Ambrosia tree, my fruit, and my only food source… It would make you immortal, and give you a high on a level that… Opium would never come close… As for the seed… Don’t misunderstand me, I love, I adore the way it feels when I feel a man release inside me… All hot, wet…heavy… The smell of musk and sex… The fact though, is that I do not want a child Ace, and I am outrageously fertile… If you ever did that, we would run the risk of getting pregnant, and why would anyone want that? No thank you, as beautiful as I am sure your children would be, I would rather not…. Unless… Are you sterile?... If you are, then I revoke that law, and you could load me up as much as you want… I am almost looking forward to it if you are… As for the rest, I believe it… But trust is earned… Now that it has all been handled… Let’s go… Grab onto me tightly, if you would? I am going to try and make this as gentle for you as I can, but I can’t guarantee anything…”
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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: *With that, as soon as he had wrapped his arms about her, she would take them from Naggoth back to her tree, nestled so safe and silent deep into the woods. The trip with her was surprisingly gentle, there was no roughness, no sudden landing or take off. It was all rather natural a gentle, sweet, soft sort of a ride. When they landed there, the glamor she had would drop, the light about her would fade and her horns would come to light, as well as her wings. She looked as though she were some sort of a fairy perhaps, yet it was obvious from the way she looked she didn’t have a single drop of the fairy blood in her. Her horns were delicate looking like the rest of her, tightly curled there against the sides of her head, as white as fresh fallen snow with the softest of ridges. Her wings were like that of a monarch almost, but pure white but for the palest gold about the center there…They were beautiful really, as delicate as a spider web, as tissue paper… Without that glow about her, he could see that she was no less beautiful without it, if anything, it made her stand out even more, as if every line were that much clearer. Her house was small and yet not so, set high up in a thick strong tree , the fruits and leaves long and away out of the reach of regular creatures. They would be a good, oh, two hundred feet off of the ground when they landed on her little patio. It was a simple little house, charming and sweet, neither masculine nor feminine. Plenty of windows were spread about, with a stone patio in the softest grey colors while the fencing about it all was of only the purest gold pine. She would move to the door then, reaching out to easily turn the handle, the door that had remained closed for six hundred years opened as easily as if it had only been yesterday since it was last used. The inside was all done up in more pine, with large branches of the tree making up the pillars that supported the roof. She didn’t make the tree grow around the house, rather her house had come up around the tree, and she used it in the support and foundation for much of her home. She released a soft sigh then, reaching back she ran her fingers over the tips and tops of her wings, fading them into oblivion. They would get in the way, and since Ace was certainly not a winged creature, it wouldn’t do to have her own. The horns she left though, as she didn’t see them being any sort of a hindrance. Not like her large wings would be. She slid the sleeves of her dress of her shoulders then, stepping out of the bloodied mess it had become, utterly naked beneath it as she had told him. She hadn’t been teasing him when she said she preferred to be naked, it was the actual truth, she disliked clothes in general. She stretched her arms over her head, feeling every sweet little muscle pull tight, flooding her skin with goosebumps as it felt just… Oh so amazing really. She padded into the kitchen area, covered in nothing but her long platinum blond hair, her high sweet breasts swaying with each step with just the right amount of jiggle. It took just a bit of rooting before she found the box she was looking for, pulling it out from the cupboard she had hidden it in, lifting the heavy wooden top.*”Ace, if you would come here please?”*She asked kindly, pulling out a large jade box, revealing a beautiful ivory pipe and a large onyx box with a red poppy painted on the top of it. She opened the lid, and with delicate fingers, pulled out the nearly pitch black resin there, rolling the sticky sweet substance between her fingers. Once she had it warmed, she loaded the pipe up, grabbing the box of matches beneath it. She would then cross over to the door just off from the kitchen, opening it to reveal the bathroom, a large tub resting in the floor there. She would pull a lever there, opening up a large panel in the ceiling, water coming out from that opening much like a heavy rain. The water would be a bit on the cooler side, but with the heat they had in the summer right now, along with the burns he had suffered it would probably be heaven to him.*”There isn’t any soap, I am afraid after so long has passed that anything like that dried up and dust, as well as towels… You are welcome to sun dry with me though… I rather prefer it to be honest, the sun feels so good on my skin, especially after a cool shower… Now, Why don’t you sit on the ledge and smoke your pipe while I shower, so I will be all done when you finish so I can help you get all this blood off of you… If you have any appetite, we can find something for you to eat I am sure, and then we can talk more if you are up to it… Or you can sleep, your choice…”
...Black Hearted Beast..
Ace
..Romance isn't in my repertoire honey. But a thousand ways to make you come are..
says to °€ternal Ⱳinter°†: ..he tilted his head when she spoke about Opium and what she thought of it.. that he could rage at her all she liked.. that he could only mark her if she wanted it.. that certainly made his brow rise.. if only for a moment.. - .. It can be seen as a narcoleptic.. to the human race.. .. he nodded.. resting his head back there against the wall.. this act.. this chatter between the pair of them was good.. it was allowing his body to settle a little.. to begin to attempt repairing the damage on the inside as well as the out.. though he would never be able to heal himself.. he was to far gone..he would require outside assistance.. and she was offering it.. so hell if he would say no to that..- .. I have watched what it does to the humans.. amusing as it is.. though.. cutting it with some hemlock does wonders.. they drop like flies.. .. he went to laugh before he grimaced and grabbed at his stomach once more.. oh his muscles were aching like a bitch- .. Opium has its benefits.. especially if smoked by the male.. it can successfully hinder pregnancy.. blocking off the male bodies production of what is required .. .. he nodded.. his hand rose to rub at his forehead lightly.. it was one of the main reasons he started in the first place.. otherwise he would have had kids everywhere .. and that’s the last thing he wanted.. - .. perhaps that’s why your husband smoked it before bed?.... he exhaled.. letting his hand rest there upon his lap- .. if you can locate it though.. I’ll be quite grateful indeed.. .. his body was itching for a hit of it.. and if it was as refined and pure as she said it was.. it would no doubt send him right on his ass at least for a little bit.. before his true inner self would show and that rough jagged personality would rear its ugly head.. he watched her.. observed her then when she reached up.. cupping those sweet little titsof hers.. giving them a gentle squeeze.. those sharply pointed ears of his twitched when he drank in the sound of her whimper.. he swallowed down the breath that was threatening to catch there and quite audible.. his brows furrowed when she said it was a shame she had small breasts though.. asking if the fuller figure was in.. or not- .. You do not have small breasts.. .. he reached forward.. dragging those dirty fingers of his down along the pure white fabric of her dress.. before he would circle where those tight little buds would have been.. he could feel their hardness through the wispy material.. slowly.. tormenting her with those delicate little strokes before he suddenly just grabbed those fleshy globes.. his fingers curling in tight.. gripping- .. they.. are fucking perfect.. I’ve never much cared for larger breasted women.. they tend to get in the way.. these here.. are just right.. not non existstant.. and not just hanging there letting gravity take control.. .. she spoke about them being on the same level then.. that emotions were not on the table.. just the fucking awesome sensations of lust and desire.. he tilted his head when she said she got jealous though.. and he laughed.. - .. Well.. as long as I get what I want from you.. I wont need to go to some woman of the night as you put it.. .. he dragged his tongue across his lower lip- .. You with hold it.. and Ill walk.. quite simple.. Ill tell you that right now.. I’ve no reason to hide it.. I care not for your heart.. or your precious sensibilities.. I just want to fuck you.. .. he had given her that blood.. and they had that precious little by play then.. her on his lap.. him bucking up against her whilst she wriggled and writhed.. he was exhausted.. completely and utterly but with that writhing hot little body on his lap..he could have easily flipped her over and just fucked her roughly.. at least until he just about collapsed from the blood loss.. it’d probably kill him.. but it would be worth it.. he released her then.. and she moved to stand.. she laid down her ground rules.. the fruit.. and so on.. before she began to peel back the layers of fabric.. revealing that sweet bare little pussy of hers.. oh his breath seized there.. his heart took a stuttering beat.. Oh sweet mother of god.. he just wanted to bury his head between those creamy white thighs of hers and go to town on those delicate little folds.. he swallowed.. nodding when she explained it all a bit further- .. not sterile no.. possibly quite the opposite… though not willing to chance it.. have no interest in children.. they only cause fucking trouble.. .. and trouble was all they were.. the moment he had the chance.. he’d kill that boy of his.. the fucker should have stayed dead.. the pair of them travelled then.. away from naggaroth.. down to the surface.. it was quite a smooth mode of travel.. he was impressed really.. before he viewed the scene before him.. lush.. green.. a large unassuming tree,..with a house nestled in its branches.. it wasn’t flashy or over done.. it was quaint.. she lead him inside.. before she stripped out of her clothing.. wandering around the place naked as the day she was born.. oh and he got quite an eyeful.. that ass was firm.. ripe.. tight.. that body of hers was exquisite..smooth and supple.. and those tits.. oh he just wanted to get his hands on her.. but.. it would be then that he’d get a glance down over himself.. all bloodied and torn.. cuts littering his arms.. his legs.. those slacks of his were torn to shreads.. large chunks of fabric were missing.. revealing those lean muscular legs of his.. he exhaled.. reaching up to rake his fingers through his blood slick hair.. before she called out to him.. he rounded the corner then.. watching as she pulled out the box.. the pipe was beautiful really.. well made.. he sunk down to sit there upon the ledge in the bathroom taking the pipe from her as he lit one of those matches.. dipping it into the end of the pipe as he began to pull from it..allowing the smoke to fill his mouth.. his eyes just about rolled back in his head soon after.. it was indeed pure.. ripe.. smooth and like nothing he had ever had.. he thought what he smoked was good.. this stuff was fucking heaven compared.. he just about slid down from the seat there onto the floor.. his legs stretched out before him.. those same thin lids fluttered a little as he watched her wander off to step beneath the wall of water.. -
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *That was something about the First birth that was quite different from the succeeding generations, the first wave were flawless, far more in control of their vessels than the others were. They were also more locked into them, they had that extra control yes, but they could never have another body. Once this one was destroyed, they no longer could take a corporeal form, losing all chance to ever walk among others ever again. Because of that though, she could decide how much damage to take, how much to allow to settle into her skin. If say, he went off on a tangent, swan diving off into the deep end… Well, he could cut, claw, choke, punch… Just about all of it and it wouldn’t leave a mark. Yet, say, if he were to spank her and she enjoyed it, then her lovely pale skin would welt up a pretty pink for him. That was the difference… Whether or not she wanted that physical pain or not, to use it as a chaser, to lace the pleasure she might get. The fact was she still had no idea if he could please her or not, after all words were all good and fine, but the actual act itself was going to have to prove for itself if it was all he was painting it up to be. She just smiled softly at that brow rise there.*”Strange I know… but say, if someone got close enough to Khorn, drove a knife or sword into him, he wouldn’t bleed or show damage. We can choose what damage to show or sustain, it’s part of who we are, if not what…”*She tilted her head again, hearing him talk about cutting the opium with hemlock, how it makes them drop like flies. She shook her head then, her brows furrowing just a bit, her voice soft as she spoke.*”That makes no sense, what a waste of a plant, especially one like hemlock… You can use Cerbera Odollam, it grows like a weed and looks like a pretty flowering bush, and the sap you can gather is so easily mixed in with opium as it is also white you wouldn’t need to work as hard. Unlike hemlock too, you just have a bit of a tummy cramp, then you slip into a coma, and an hour later the heart politely stops beating. It’s virtually painless and looks completely natural. I will have to show you how to use it, if you want to use it to cut your opium, it isn’t as if humans aren’t prolific breeders to start with.”*She honestly held no love of humans, not a single one of them were worth spit, just nasty little bottom feeders who made everything ugly with their hand prints. She nearly, oh so nearly wanted to slap him then, the comment about her husband smoking it before bed to make himself sterile. He didn’t know… he knew nothing of her past, or the trials that had come from it. It wasn’t his fault… She took a moment or two before she spoke, not wanting to react quickly, such rapid actions here not of her nature… The fact that he had even gotten her mad, well, that was quite a shock really… Perhaps… Perhaps he might just be her summer boy after all… Rather funny in a way, this man who was as black as the darkest night, as vicious and cutting as the keenest blade, might just have enough passion in him to thaw her out… Possibly…*”My husband was naturally sterile… He took the opium for his pain, he had lost the use of one of his legs and much of his spine had been snapped when his war horse fell on him. It took us three hundred years before our son was born, though I can not say that if it took that long because of the opium or not. I will gladly look for it once we reach my house, after all I have no use for it, and it might as well go to someone who can… With all you have been through down here, I don’t doubt you would welcome the dragon, you probably need it…”*She wouldn’t let him smoke it alone though, it was strong stuff, it had to be to help Mortiki with the pain he had been locked in for so very many years. She had to wonder then, for a little bit at least, if the fact that he had been smoking Opium for so long might have been why they had such a hard time conceiving… Her beloved… He had been wonderful and soft, sweet and kind to her, he had loved her without conditions or reservations… But sex had been few and far between even on the best of times… She knew the fall from the horse had damaged his reproductive organs, she had always figured it was what had caused that sterility, but it might not have been the only factor… It didn’t matter anymore though, not really, not when he had been dead so long… She mentally shook off the shadows of the past there, leaving them to hang about in the vast corners of her mind where thy belonged, and not pitter pattering about the front of her consciousness. He had certainly helped in that little conquest there, hearing those hot words, the tormenting teasing he was putting her through. He was arousing her, and she made no lie about it, and if she wanted to touch herself she would do so, she did so. She had whined softly, her hands rising to cup her breasts, feeling those pert little berries through the lace. She might… She might actually have to take care of herself, a rare thing indeed, since she had never really been pushed to that point before… She was just becoming a bit of a mess really, and she was relishing it, letting him drag her down to his level. She always felt so lacking in the breast department, compared to so many of the busty women she had known, the few friends she had had were always so much larger than she was…. Compared to them, she was quite the member of the itty bitty titty comity. She had dropped her hands to her sides, wondering if voluptuous was still the call of the day, form wise… She was more than a bit shocked when he reached out though, telling her that she wasn’t lacking in the chest department, his fingers tracing the outline of her nipples nearly perfectly. She drew in a stuttered breath, those jewel like eyes wide with shock, her fingers fisting in the multi stripped fabric of her skirt. Oh…. Oh goodness… That was feeling quite nice, something she was familiar with… Though the next step was entirely out of left field to her, the fierce gripping of her breasts, the way his fingers bit into her flesh… How to… Process that?... It was certainly alien to her, not something she had ever felt before, and that heady hit of pleasure and pain were so tightly interwoven she couldn’t separate one from the other.
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: She was torn between leaning into his hands or pulling away, flight or fight, to break his fingers or strip her dress off…. Odd indeed…. She instead talked, trying to let her body sort through what it was feeling, because her mind certainly couldn’t make sense of it. She told him she got jealous, badly so honestly, and there was no point in hiding it. If he ever found out later on, for what ever reason, she would feel dirty for not being upfront about it. His response made her tilt her head once more, those precious little brows drawing close over her nose, those gem like eyes showing a bit of confusion there.*”I don’t have a heart anymore I don’t think, and if I do have sensibilities, I doubt you would be able to comprehend their depth or the reason behind them… As for withholding it, you have to earn it, I am not like any other woman you have known before… I won’t just…. Goodness what is that word?... Pat out… Push out?...Put out? Yes… That’s it… I won’t just put out because you want it, or even because I want it, it’s not my nature… If you want to fuck me, you have to prove you are a worthy mate, strong enough to handle me. Even my own husband had to fight me to earn it, and he had won in the end, even if it had caused his accident. If you don’t think you are up to it… Well I can’t blame you… Why fight for something, when someone else offers you a cheap knock off for free, especially when you won’t have to do anything for it… “*After all, he could have any woman he wanted really, just give him a bath and a change of clothes and a woman would be on his cock like a child on a pogo stick. A few sweet words would be all he needed, and he would have his desires handled, even if it were watered down. She had given him that blood then, just enough to help him stabilize, to give him the strength to stand so he could make the trip back with her. The time here really was precious, and it was tickling down bit by bit, each moment breaking down her glamor and hiding herself from those who would desire her greatly. After she had calmed him down from that first initial reaction, made him focus on her, to think rather than react… Then she had stood on the second attempt, the first had resulted in his hands on her ass, keeping her quite snug in his lap. She had laid down her ground rules, just simple things really, requiring respect from both parties but nothing more. She respected and cherished her things, because for her to hold onto anything, meant they were important. Everything in her house mattered to her, everything held a special little memory, and she wanted them respected. Her food source of course was vital, it was the only way she could gain any sort of nourishment, a way to sustain this body… And of course, the matter of copulation if such were to occur. He had made that dit about her cunt as he called it, which for hi arrogance, she turned it about face on him. She was not like other women, she went toe to toe with him, she didn’t bend. She saw him swallow, knowing what she was doing, the game they were both playing with full knowledge of every piece if not the other player. She had asked if he was sterile, and she rather hoped he was in a way, would certainly make things a good deal more fun for her… Though his response rather dashed that part, saying it was rather quite the opposite, though he like her at least wanted no children.*”I would rather not, truly. I have my two sons and that is enough for me. Though for the trouble… I have to admit… Finding good breeding stock is really, terribly hard, isn’t it? It seems they either come out mad, betray you, or disappoint you… Still… We always have one that is good… our favorite you know, every parent does…”*She knew she did, she was so very, very guilty of having her favorite. She had asked him to hold onto her, to do so tightly while she took them back, ensuring she gave him the best trip she possibly could. Chaos was a messy thing, and it took a bit of fine dancing on her part, but she had them back wouthout a single bump so she had done what she set out to do, at least on that front. As soon as she was home she didn’t even spare a moment, the wings were put away and the dress was taken off, gleefully abandoned as she resumed her most comfortable state. Utter nudity. She really didn’t understand clothes, man had started out with none, and the invention of it was probably the start of the downfall for the entire race. She had no shame in her body, she was lean, athletically curved… Petit and long of arm and leg with a little waist and sweetly curved hips and thighs, but far from what a person could call curvaceous, and one could certainly see her muscle tone. She was not a woman who sat idle, she went out and hunted or swam, or swung through the trees as she went this or that place. Life was meant to be enjoyed, clothes were just petals on a flower, but she preferred to be the root… Deep and dark, hidden beneath the unassuming ground, yet the source of that very plants flowers and leaves.*
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *She had handed him the pipe after she loaded it for him, keeping his size small to keep him from over doing it, taking too much too soon and probably killing himself in the process. She had lead him to the bathroom then, started the shower and tub combo, telling him she would star and he could finish it with her. She wanted to get the smell of chaos off of her, to rid her skin from the stink of blood, iron and copper… She stepped under that cold water then, shivering hard as it assaulted her skin for the first few moments, then sighing softly as she adjusted. She ran her hands over her skin then, washing off his blood, the dirt off of the floor that had ended up on her skin when she had gone to his lap. Her hair darkened up under the water, turning into the soft gold of sunlight rather than the pale white of platinum, the curls slicking down to cling to her skin. She turned then, to see him take that first hit, making sure he didn’t hit the floor if she could.*”He knew what he was doing, my husband… He taught me everything he knew about plants, how to heal, and how to kill… He knew how to refine their properties until just a drop of it were more potent than a gallon of the regular means… From the look on your face, you appreciate his works, appreciate the fine opium he created… Just… take it slowly… A few more hits then you ought to strip out of those…rags… I’ll make sure you are rinsed off properly, get all this yuck off of you, then set you out to dry with me… Now… Do you want to wear clothes or?... I ask because honestly, I was not making jest with you, I really don’t wear clothes too often. I prefer the natural state, and unless I make you uncomfortable, you may as well adjust to the sight of me as I am now… At least, in so far as you chose to remain with me, even if I put out or not… Keep in mind, if you would, that you forgot something down in Naggoth Ace… I can keep them from retrieving you. Khorn can send every little bitch witch at his disposal, every one of his favorite little warriors, and I will dispatch them right on back to his domain… I can keep them from dragging you back to that dark room, back to the torture, to the abuse…”*She bent clean at the waist then, pulling her hair over her shoulder to run her fingers through it, combing the lengths out to remove the tangled bits that might exist.*”I came to find you, not for your looks, nor for mating… Though those are tempting as they are, which you should be proud of honestly because I certainly don’t care for either one normally… I came to find you because for some reason… I woke up for you… I want to find out what that reason is. Until then, see this as a…. partnership of sorts… I give you opium and sanctuary, and if you can prove worthy, this….fucking as you described it… You in return, will be exactly what and who you are, so I can figure out why I’m drawn to you… Fair enough, don’t you think?”
(03:06:56 )
...Black Hearted Beast..
Ace
..Romance isn't in my repertoire honey. But a thousand ways to make you come are..
: .. he nodded as he listened to her speak on one of her magical ‘traits’ that she could chose when something hurt.. the damage ..wether or not it showed.. certainly an interesting ability and not one he had heard of before.. it was quite impressive really.. then she went on to tell him that Cerbera Odollam was an easier poison to cut with Opium, that its colouring made it simple and its effects were just as fatal..- ..well I will certainly take that on advisement.. I cant say I have heard of this.. Cerbera Odollam.. but if it is indeed as simple to cut with the opium as you say it is.. well it would certainly cut a great deal of the effort out of it.. which would be helpful when I’m interested in getting rid of someone.. publically.... he nodded when she went on to tell him about her lack of heart.. that if she did have sensibilities that he’d not be able to comprehend them.. his brows furrowed a touch there.. deciding in a moment perhaps two wether or not that was a keyed insult directed at him.. she spoke on him having to earn his place.. that she wouldn’t just give it up so easily- .. Well I am always up for a challenge.. .. he shrugged his shoulders a little- .. no skin off my nose if it doesn’t work out.. Clearly you’re gorgeous..you have a body to die for.. your smart.. quick witted.. sharp as a tack.. I’m not saying you’re not worth the fight.. not at all.. But we will see.. who comes out the victor in this little.. event.. .. he nodded.. if she wouldn’t ‘put out’ as she put is.. he’d go elsewhere.. regardless of wether or not she thought it was so very lacking in comparison.. he’d had good and bad lovers.. some were a hellova lot better than the others.. some were akin to dead fish.. just laying there till he just about suffocated them to spring them to life.. though he knew.. deep down that if he did just go.. screw around with the whores in the village.. that in the back of his mind.. he’d be thinking about the little conquest that slipped through his fingers.. Oh he’d fight alright.. and he’d obtain that body for his own.. by the end of their play time she’d be begging for it..he was that sure of himself.. he’d always been that sure of his abilities.. sure.. sometimes he was thrown a left hook that threw him a bit off course.. but in the end.. he got what he wanted.. he’d had plenty of practise.. and time to refine his skill..they spoke then on children and the sheer lack of wanting any.. he nodded.. he was in agreement with her then..- .. Oh there’s always a favourite and a bastard.. .. he nodded once more..- .. I haven’t laid eyes upon the favourite child for a while now.. he’s a deceptive little fucker.. Im quite proud really.. the other one.. well.. .. he screwed up his face then.. shaking his head- .. useless.. dripping with goodness and morals.. Id love nothing more than to end his life.. just cut him clean out of the picture.. him and that god forsaken slut he’s calling his fiancé.. .. he just about spat his words out like they were venom he had to purge- .. kill them both and their coming offspring.. useless wastes of space.. and his soon to be wife was a lousy fuck.. .. he shook his head.. he took the pipe with her offering a gracious thankyou.. it would do wonders for the aching that was occurring deep down within him.. that and the addiction itch that never really left.. he watched her as she stepped beneath that wall of water.. hearing her gasp.. almost feeling her tremble even from as far away as he was.. he had drawn back a few times on that ornate pipe she had given him.. allowing that thick pure laced smoke to fill his lungs and cause that mind of his to float.. oh it was pure heaven really.. he nodded and the smoke curled rather seductively out of his mouth when he spoke- .. he certainly did know what he was doing yes.. this stuff is equisite .. just.. perfect really.. all Id need now is a bottle of whisky..a hot young thing on my lap and Id die a very.. very happy man.. .. he laughed.. shaking his head as he stretched those legs out before him.. he kept his gaze upon her.. watching her as the water cascaded down those demure curves of hers.. she was a true beauty.. there was no denying it.. he’d never ever seen anything of her calibre.. Ever.. he had taken those few more hits.. and his body was feeling.. quite good by that stage.. the ache.. the pain from the cuts had all but been whisked away.the bandaged around his middle though had become quite red as the cuts continued to bleed beneath them.. he placed the pipe down upon the bench there.. allowing the last line of white smoke curl out from between his lips before he would reach down to remove those boots.. he didn’t have to be asked twice.. the belt was in tatters but would still need to be removed.. the buckle unfastened.. the buttons the same.. before he would slide that blood slick.. sticky fabric down his legs.. along with what was left of the shorts beneath.. leaving him with nothing on.. just those bandages.. he would begin to peel those away.. rounding them over and over.. wincing every so often as the blood and open wounds had attached to the thin material.. before he would be.. completely naked before her.. - .. Im not uncomfortable with nudity.. never have been.. whatever works.. so long as you don’t mind this body being perpetually aroused with you around.. .. he shrugged his shoulders- .. can’t help it.. it knows what it likes.. .. and aroused he was.. oh utterly and completely ..that thick cock of his was hardened.. and quite possibly the only part of him that wasn’t coated with blood or dust.. there was a groan there in the back of his throat when she bent there at the waist.. oh he watched.. very closely- ..well then.. I will be forever greatful for your help.. I don’t know what it is about me that.. tore you from your slumber.. but whatever it is.. certainly works in my favour.. I’m not going to play games with you Mala.. I have no desire to conjure up a disguise and pretend to be something I’m not.. you’ve already seen through a great deal of it.. and you Know about me.. it would be stupid of me to even attempt it.. so what you see.. is what you get..
°€ternal Ⱳinter°
†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *She giggled softly when he said he would take it all on advisement, after all, it isn’t as if he could test it out himself! Well… Rather he could but, it would just land him right back where she had found him, and really what was the point in that? The plant was such an unassuming little thing really, it had a simple five pointed flower, and long thin green leaves. It never wilted, it never dropped its leave in the fall like other plants did, and the flower simply rotted on the stalk once they bloomed before they fell to the ground. The only way a person could guess just how poisonous it was, would be the fact that animals never went near it, no bird nor deer ever came close to the stuff.*”It’s true, and having you test it for yourself, though a painless and rather sweet way to die certainly isn’t something I see you wanting to test out. We did just get you back from the dead after all! Really, it’s the fact that the coloring is so similar that makes it quite easy, both thick and white and sticky… At least, before it becomes refined, but at that point the toxins of it are already absorbed so it’s job has been done. Though if you want to get rid of someone publically, poison seems to be a bit of a waste isn’t it, since poison is quite the nameless killer. Then again, I am sure you know exactly what you are doing, I just don’t comprehend the reason behind it…”*She had spoken then, telling him that she didn’t really think she had a heart anymore, and that her sensibilities would be a bit out of his grasp. It wasn’t a dive at him per sey, but rather the fact that the things that did matter to her, were something no one could understand. She told him that if he wanted her though, he would have to work for it, though not in a way that perhaps he had ever had before. After all, it wasn’t as if he would have to put on his best clothes, or try to charm her with sweet words like he might have with anyone else. No, he would have to fight her, physically. It was… almost how humans described rape, but in truth it was simply nature. A strong, verile mate is what every female needs, and any weakness must be bred out of the line. Even though she told Ace flat out he was forbidden from cuming in her, that the last thing either of them wanted was a breeding, her body would still demand the same things as if she were. At least with him though, for the sake of the progression of the line, she could keep this little body of hers on a more… normal level. It would work and function much like a humans would during the fight, perhaps a bit stronger but not so much that it would be impossible for him. It would be a challenge yes, but far from impossible, as it would be if she didn’t have the ability to adjust. Her lips curled up in that little smile there, soft and sweet really, brought forward by his words. A gorgeous body no…Not in her mind… Everything else she could take though.*”Your blood loss is showing Ace…. Your right about everything but the body to die for, you’ve had a few that had curves that were absolutely heavenly, and I know I am far more athletically shaped that anyone else you’ve been with. Still, sweet words are nice, it’s been a very long time since I’ve heard them…. I do look forward to your attempt Ace, I really do, I think you’ll make a phenomenal mate… This rough fucking has peaked my interest, I have to admit that, even if I don’t quite know the alls of it. Plain to cause pleasure is quite the novel ideal to me, I do hope you won’t hold back, I do so hate only experiencing something half way…. Such a waste if you do…”*She did hope he had it in him, of course it would have to wait until he was all healed up, that or he decided to be quite devious and take her unawares… That was always a possibility, after all a strong mate is good, but a smart one is just as much. She wondered which route he might take to have her, if he was willing to fight for her, to take rights to mating. They had gone into the bit about their children, how there was always one that was just a terrible disappointment, and usually the other was the pet child. She listened to him when he told her about his favorite, she could almost see the pride in his face, though the second one… Oh my… Now she was disappointed in her son, she had always felt he had too much of his father in him, too broken to be really worthwhile…. Even so, she didn’t want him dead, she just preferred to forget about him. She tilted her head when he got to the end, and debated just what to say, or if she should say anything at all… It must be the blond she had seen, the little thing that had spent the most time with him, the one he had proposed to… Oh yes, she was quite aware of his life, at least so far as the last year which had taken her interest. She however, didn’t watch the two he had mentioned, apparently the little thing had gone from father to son… Not exactly unheard of, and it was something she could understand, especially if the later made a better mate. What she couldn’t understand was why anyone would drop Ace… Oh he was dark yes, but since when did darkness have anything to do with matings? He was strong, he was intelligent, and he looked like mating with him would be quite pleasurable… He should have had no problem providing the most basic of needs… Expecting anything else was a stupid claptrap of sentimentality, it muddied the true nature of things, drug emotions into a thing that didn’t need them. She decided then in those moments to say nothing, because nothing was really needed, not in that. He was angry, he probably had his pride quite bruised, and was simply bleeding it out like a purge… She had given him the opium instead, loading her beloved ones pipe for him, knowing it would do well for him. Soon enough he wouldn’t feel any pain at all, but that didn’t mean he would be healed, no that was still up to her to help along with… She had seen from his face that he was in pure rapture really, commenting as she did about her husbands skill, his ability of refining things. She wanted him to be appreciative, not for herself, but for her dearest one… He might be dead, but his works would live on, and they deserved respect just as he had, if he were still alive. She stopped for a moment, her hair slick and plastered against her hair, her whole body glistening as she turned to look at him with those rainbow colored eyes. They were quite different here than they had been down in Naggoth, brighter, sharper… The colors shifted constantly, each time her eyes moved or the sun caught them, her eyes just glittered and shone.*
(07:20:40 )
°€ternal Ⱳinter°
†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: ”I can do all of those… but killing you would be such a waste… I would rather save that act for when it is merited. You know I wonder…. You rather…. Remind me of him… The Opium… The Whiskey… He adored a fine whisky, typically had one right along with his pipe… Your coloring is similar too, though his eyes were gold, like sunlight…. You are both even tan, scared from war and pain, yet resilient… So very curious….”* If he wanted a whiskey, she would give him one, after all alcohol held so much better than anything else did. She had told him to just take a few hits from that pipe, to set it down and come in and join her, she wanted to access just how much damage he had endured down there… She had asked him if he was uncomfortable with nudity as he undressed, preparing to come in with her, dropping off all those tattered layers… After all, she would remain clothed if it worked better for him, just a matter of respect really, of kindness. Those tattered pants had come off, and she was given the sight of that cock she had felt, completely free of clothing and restraint. Her eyes were immediately riveted by it, her lips parted in gentle surprise, her tongue dragging across her lower lip as a sudden hunger reared up inside her. She had bent at the waist, dragging her hair over her shoulder to comb it out, and more so to keep herself focused. She was getting…a touch uncomfortable really… Not that nudity bothered her, but at the arousal, it was certainly hitting her the more she was around him… She actually fidgeted a bit when the bending actually brought her to an eye level with that thick jutting cock, so close she could smell it, that heady musk mixed with blood.*”Oh good graces….”*She whined, her breath catching in the back of her throat, her fingers itching to slide between her thighs. It was strong… oh his scent… the smell of his seed still buried inside him… Oh her nipples were so hard they ached, they just hurt so very much… She shivered hard there, righting herself, giving her body a shake to try and let it all roll off… Her voice was higher than it had been before, and she couldn’t do a thing about it, she was too aroused at that point. It was just a sweet, honeyed pitch, almost like a purr.*”Arousal or lack of it are natural states… I don’t see it as being something that I would mind, after all, it isn’t exactly an unpleasant thing to look at… Are you sure it will fit? I really don’t think it will Ace… It’s…. really quite large, isn’t it?”*She would guide him into the tub with her, her fingers warm and gentle on his skin, keeping him stable so he could step in with her. She kept their communication open and honest then, telling him that she could offer him a sanctuary, keep him safe from the wrath of Khorn if she wanted to. All she wanted was him being exactly who he was, a dark ugly bastard with a soul full of venom… Or what he could be… What might be possible for him to become, if given the proper chances… Who knew?*”I do not want gratitude, just keep me awake… That is all I ask… That I not slip back into that eternal slumber once more… I want to see why it is I woke for you, why it is that I lust for you so simply, without you having done anything… I want you exactly as you are, all your hatred and your rage, I want to delve through every layer you have until we get to the core of you… Only then might I find the secret which I seek… Now this is going to be cold… so I’ll make it a little… sweeter for you…”*She would guide him into the water then, but graciously for him, she had taken the brunt of the ice cold water and what was left was a perfect sort of coolness. It would just seem much colder at the first, but once he adjusted, he would find it quite soothing. She didn’t step behind him, nor to the side of him, but rather she remained directly in front of him. What she did would probably drop him like a rock, but it didn’t matter at this point, the worst of the fight was over. She reached out both her hands then, running them through his hair to loosen the blood and gore that had settled there… Oh but his hair was even better than it looked, so much thicker, with a stubborn life of it’s own… The more the water fell on him the cleaner he got, the more she could see the myriad of cuts and burns on him, the way they had barely spared an inch of him… Still, they all seemed to be rather shallow, superficial things… Since he had stopped coughing up blood, she figured it had been magical versus natural things that had caused it, so she needn’t worry about any internal damage… At least, so she thought. She slowly ran her hands down every inch he had, savoring the feel of his skin under her fingers, brushing away dried and fresh blood alike, picking out gravel from wounds where there were any… She was starting on his legs when once more that thick, jutting cock was looking at her right in the eyes, her mouth watered and yet went dry all at once… The second his scent hit her, she was gone really, her whole body just switched gears on her… Her hands slide up his now cleaned legs, up along those strong calves, the thickly muscled thighs before she dug her nails into his ass. A few more cuts wouldn’t matter after all, and at least she would bring him pleasure, even as she caused him pain. She gripped that fantastic, beautiful, strong ass in her hands before his cock would find itself buried inside her mouth. She didn’t tease him with it, she didn’t stroke his shaft, or plant little kisses on the head… No, she simply parted her lips and took him to the hilt in one fluid, perfect motion. She thought she would die from pleasure then, her eyes rolling up in the back of her head for a moment before she would look up at him, her eyes seeking out his own to lock with. She looked soooooo bad there, such a beautiful, innocent looking face with that thick dick buried down her throat. It was like watching an angel giving you a blow job. She released his ass after a moment, whimpering around his cock, each little sound vibrating up his shaft. She would take his hands, guide them to her hair, an open invitation for control… Why?... Because she wanted to see… What all this brutal fucking was about… She couldn’t mate with him till he earned that right, but the rest of it, oh she could do that all night… If he buried his hands in her hair, she would put one hand right back on his ass, while the other would dive between his legs to palm and roll his balls in her hand. Oh she would have a hard time of it here, the water running over the both of them would make breathing tricky work, and that was all without his cock in her mouth as it was…. She wanted it though, she wanted it all, and her eyes told him as much… Fuck me, they would seem to say, their colors brighter than ever and glittering like a thousand gems.*
...Black Hearted Beast..
Ace
..Romance isn't in my repertoire honey. But a thousand ways to make you come are..
says to °€ternal Ⱳinter°†: .. I don’t think you’d kill me.. you’ve had plenty of opportunities.. just in the short space we have known one another.. and yet.. here I am.. seated in your bathroom.. watching you bathe .. and you’ve handed me an opium pipe with only the purest substance known within it.. I happen to think you like me.. quite a bit.. .. he laughed.. before he grimaced just a touch more.. reaching down to clutch at his stomach.. there were no internal injuries so to speak.. he wasn’t bleeding out on the inside or anything like that.. just every single muscle in that torso region was on fire.. they ached like a bitch..he listened when she spoke about how he reminded her of her husband.. the opium and the whisky.. how he adored a fine whisky.. how their colouring was also very similar though the eyes were different.. tanned.. scarred from war and pain yet still firm and resilient.. he nodded.. taking another draw from that pipe.. oh it was pure heaven really.. a completely euphoric feeling in his head.. it took the edge off his body faster than the stuff he thought was pure..the aching the pain.. it all just seemed to slip away.. being replaced by the soft warmth that only that drug could gift.. - .. I think you’l find it hard pressed to find a male that doesn’t like his whisky whilst smoking.. say a cigarette.. .. he would begin to undress then.. or to remove what was left of those tattered rags on his person.. the belt.. the strips of fabric on his legs.. those shorts.. revealing that bare lean muscular body of his.. he would peel back those bandages slowly.. around and around and around.. they were sticky and soaked with blood and sweat.. they tore into his flesh every so often causing him to hiss and grit his teeth down.. before he would be.. there.. before her as naked as she.. he would watch her then.. drinking in her reactions.. how those plump soft sweet little lips of hers parted and she took that breath.. his sharply pointed ears twitched when she spoke.. her voice raising just a touch higher than it was before.. poor wee little thing she was aroused..and he was finding that highly amusing.. enough to cause a smirk to settle there upon his rough.. blood stained features.. - .. I’ll make it fit.. .. would be all he’d say in response to her questioning if it would.. what he took from that was that she wasn’t used to someone of his.. size.. which meant she had to be excruciatingly tight.. and that was just undeniably hot.. he felt her small hand slide across his as she guided him down into the tub.. her hands were warm.. but it was a stark contrast to the coldness of the water.. his body stiffened and he growled.. his brows furrowed.. it was an interesting sensation really.. all hitting him at once.. the cool of the water was ever ever so soothing on those open wounds of his.. his body was running quite hot as it tried in vain to repair itself.. but it was also damn cold that it made him hiss.. he would in time get used to it.. - .. Fuck.. .. he groaned.. shifting his shoulders .. jerking a bit as he warmed to the temperature.. his gaze lifted as he looked up to her.. standing there directly before him.. in all her intoxicating glory.. oh.. oh but when she reached to slide her fingers through his hair.. his lids instantly grew heavy.. half closing there upon his face.. he exhaled a deeper.. somewhat shakey breath.. that felt incredible.. her fingers continued down the length of his body.. washing away all the grime.. the grit.. the old blood and mud.. she flooded the open wounds to remove the gravel.. anything that wasn’t meant to be there was soon shifted.. it should have stung, ached and hurt like a bitch.. but that opium was doing a damn fine job of keeping his mind otherwise occupied.. and his pain receptors were practically put to sleep.. his chest rose and fell with the soft breaths he was taking.. his muscles twitched and tensed every so often.. though he was fairly relaxed really.. with the way she was manipulating his body.. that is until she dug her nails into his ass.. those eyes of his snapped open- … What The Fuck.... he growled.. his body arched forward.. and then she felt that silky soft heat when she practically swallowed his cock whole.. his head rocked back.. a deeper groan sounding as his arms swung around.. his hands fell to her head there.. those fingers curled in.. tangling within her soaked locks.. scratching against her scalp in the process.. he exhaled long and very.. very deep as he dipped his head once more.. to look down to her there.. catching her looking back up to him.. her mouth wrapped so tightly.. so firmly around his cock.. such innocence.. such beauty.. doing such a naughty dirty little act.. he just had to grit his teeth down..the image along with the sensations coming from it were fucking phenominal.. he wasn’t going to wait for her to slide that head back and drag it out like some two bit whore.. no.. he needed this more ..and he wasn’t interested in teasing or tormenting.. he knew she had to be having a bit of trouble what with the water cascading down over her.. she’d only be able to breathe every so often..upping the anty Just a little.. he drew back those hips of his.. feeling her throat release ..making him hiss before he would thrust back in.. the hands on her head would still her.. not allowing her to move.. not allowing her to take the control she might well have desired.. that mouth of hers was for that moment his to do with whatever he so chose..and fuck her he did.. his fingers slid through those wet locks of hers.. pooling them to the back of her head like a ponytail.. holding them tight.. firm nearly ripping them straight from her scalp whilst he skull fucked that pretty little mouth and throat.. every now and then he’d buck against her brutally .. violently.. forcing that length further into her throat and just about sending her off balance.. only to yank her back by her hair into position..his growling only got deeper.. his groaning louder.. his breathing shorter and so much sharper.. his free hand would come around then..one remained behind her head.. holding her hair tightly.. the other would suddenly and without warning.. collide with her right cheek.. slapping right into that softly coloured skin-
°€ternal Ⱳinter°
†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *She couldn’t help that smile there, the cheek he had, the cocky arrogance… Oh she adored it really, something about it just struck a chord in her, made her want to see just how much of that was hot air or not. Either way, she found it all too enjoyable to pass up, she would stroke that pretty little ego of his if it brought more of this about. He was right of course, she wouldn’t kill him, not unless he did something she considered beyond the pale. And perhaps… Just perhaps… She did like him a bit more than she was willing to admit. Why that was though she wasn’t quite sure, but something about him had certainly caught her attention, or more precisely several somethings.*”No… I wouldn’t kill you, not unless you did something I saw as unforgiveable… As for the rest… Well, that could be possible… Maybe I do like you, perhaps, just a little bit… Surely there is something in you worth liking… Aside from your devilish good looks of course!”*She teased, stroking him with the velveteen glove of her words, bolstering him up. She was a bit struck by the similarity between the two, between this Ace and her beloved Mortiki, yet the two were also outrageously different. Mortiki had been ever gentle with her, always the softest of lovers, the tenderest of men… And yet… Here was Ace, who she had seen was brutal to his very bones, by his very own admission… Yet somehow they were similar… Life was perhaps a little funny. His little dit there made her giggle a bit, shrugging her shoulders softly as she spoke.*”You know, I couldn’t tell you if that was true or not… I will simply have to take your word on it since I have only known two men in my life, and only one of them had that habit. I will keep it in mind though… Next time I will come over and settle in your lap, whiskey and pipe in hand, and just make your day something else hmm?”*She teased softly, shooting him a wink as she washed all the blood off of her body, removing the grit and grime from her perfect skin. When he had removed everything, standing in front of her gloriously nude, in his perfect form of course she had been utterly wrecked. He was… Well, quite easily the most beautiful male she had ever seen. He was perfectly aged, not too young nor old, but in the ideal prime of his life… Oh but looking at him certainly made her ache, made her breath catch in her voice, and oh… Oh that cock… She wanted to wriggle, to shake, to just shrug it off… Sadly, seeing it jutting out like that, so thick and strong didn’t exactly make it an easy thing to do! It was… large… Almost painfully so, surely, she certainly hadn’t had a….Large one… She told him, quite point blank really, that she didn’t think it would fit… It had to be too large really, there was no way it couldn’t be. His threat, or perhaps his promise, that he would make it fit… Goodness gracious, he was making her into a complete mess, and all he was doing was Talking to her! She shivered, her whole body aching all of a sudden, that arousal was so new to her that she was having one hell of a time shrugging it off as easily as she normally would have. She wasn’t exactly wet no… it was all rather…bottled up inside and it made it worse for her than for others because she couldn’t really handle it…*”I don’t know Ace… Honestly… You’re quite large… I doubt we can get more than the tip in…”*She had guided him into the tub then, to rinse off all of that blood and grime off of him, taking care to clean out each of the wounds. She could see from all the scars on his body that this… This wasn’t unusual… He was a man that was on intimate terms with pain, with suffering, with wounds…. This was nothing new to him for sure, and she trusted him to heal up well, but that didn’t mean she would risk him getting sick from an infection… She heard his soft groan, the swear, and she snickered a bit behind him. She was cleaning those wounds as she spoke, a brow raised over those brightly colored eyes.*”Oh, don’t be such a baby Ace, it’s just cold water.”*She teased, her grin was so very impish, so teasing. She had ran her fingers through his hair then, learning that it had a mind and a life of it’s own, wanting to settle in it’s own ways despite her fingers gentle guidance as she loosened anything that didn’t belong in it. She moved her way down, not sparing a single inch of his skin there, wanting to touch him all over with the guise of simply being…thorough. She had just finished with his legs, making sure every bit of grout and gravel, every inch of blood was gone when she caught his male sword staring her point blank in the face. After all of this… After the teasing words, the sparing battle, the quick little jabs of rapier wit… Oh hell she didn’t have a shot in the dark… It was all so damn heady really, and without the smell of blood on him all she could smell was his musk, so thick and heavenly she could taste it with each breath she took. She knew it would come as a shock, but hell if she cared at this point, she wanted his cock. Pure and simple lust really, and like everything about her, she was surprisingly straight to the point for a woman. She had sunk her nails into his ass then, pulling him forward as she had parted her pretty little lips, wrapping them about his cock and taking him in one fluid motion. What came next she certainly didn’t expect, she had never been skull fucked before after all, and it had tossed her off kilter something fierce. She had wanted to suck his dick yes, but…. My goodness…. She gave him the reigns of control, expecting that it would be easy to pull back, that there was no way he could do anything to shock her in such an act… Apparently she was wrong, horribly, terribly wrong… She couldn’t breath well to start with, but the fact he had started in on her like he hated her, well fuck! She was spluttering, taking short, sudden little breath, trying not to choke on the water or his cock. She was gagging, her throat unable to take such thickness so suddenly, the violent spearing into the super tight recesses of her mouth and beyond. Well, she had given him control, and she was paying for it now… Yet… A few minutes in, the way he had fisted her hair into a ponytail in his hand, feeling the fiery tension race along her scalp… She could have chosen to block it all out, to end each little nerve ending so she would be numb, but deep down she knew it wasn’t what she wanted… If it was, she wouldn’t have put herself in this situation in the first place, given him a chance to dominate her. Her eyes were watering, tears welling there as the pain just raced through her, along with the sting and thick choking on his cock… All of it was morphing…shifting…changing inside her… Pain slowly turned to pleasure, bit by bit, and she was growing ever more aroused… Until he had slapped her cheek… Her skin instantly welted then, ruby red and the perfect outline of his hand, stinging harshly.*
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *If she could have talked, she would have cried out, but the best she could do was a loud whimper of pain. It was the final switch for her really… Forget him having to control her, she dove in with him, as much as he would let her move her rocked forward to meet those thrusts. Oh he was fucking her mouth so very hard, her lip had split at one corner, her knees hitting the floor more than once as he set her off balance… And yet… She didn’t toss him on his ass, or yank him from her, or even try to fight… She was enjoying it too damn much. She dropped her hands from his ass and balls, figuring they were of a better use on her own body, to get her own pleasure. One hand cupped a sweet firm tit, the other dove between her thighs as she started to finger herself, rolling the palm of her hand over her clit. The shock waves she got off of that were outrageous, the pain did something to it, made it so much keener than it would have been before. She wanted to cry out his name so fucking badly, to tell him how good it all felt, this dark side of sex she had never ventured into before. She was losing her mind surely, the way she felt how quickly she was building, her fingers slamming up inside her tight little slit with a fierce sort of fury. She knew Ace could hear it even over the sounds of water, the way she was gagging and choking on his cock, the sound of how soaking wet her pussy was getting as she fucked herself. She looked up at him, she didn’t close her eyes like others might have, or look down oh no… No she looked RIGHT up at him, deep into those grey eyes, making sure she never once broke that contact. She would hold his gaze for as long as he could, keeping that gaze, not bothering to hide the fact that he had her so stupidly hot and aroused it wasn’t even funny. Even that welt on her lovely pale skin, the way he was hollowing out her cheek with the force of it all, the golden blood trail dripping down her chin onto her tits… Oh all of it… Made her too hot really… She didn’t give two pins about anything else, all that mattered was his cock in her mouth, and her hand between her legs and on her tit. She pulled that nipple hard then, tugging on them, pulling the flesh out before releasing it and letting it bounce before repeating the process over and over again. She started to groan against his cock, sudden little shrieks as a certain thrust of his combined with her hand between her legs hit a sweet spot, the pulling she was doing on her nipples… She felt her orgasm building, she was close to the peak there, and there was no hiding it either. It was written there in her eyes, making her want to scream, her whole body was shaking like mad from the pressure.*
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...Black Hearted Beast..
Ace
..Romance isn't in my repertoire honey. But a thousand ways to make you come are..
says to °€ternal Ⱳinter°†: ..he tilted his head when she spoke once more about his cock being to large for her.. that they would only be able to get the tip in.. - .. Oh believe me.. it will fit..one way or another.. it he paused between every word- .. will… Fit.. .. he had stepped beneath that flow of water then.. hissing.. growling as the coldness of it made his body stiffen and shudder a little.. she told him to stop being such a baby and he laughed.. she was right.. it was just cold water.. he needed to harden the fuck up a bit.. it just took him a bit by surprise is all.. what with his body being so heated due to the cuts and abrasions ..to go then from the hot to the cold was a bit of a shock to the system.. she did well to be nice and thorough with him.. rinsing out his hair.. brushing her fingers over practically every inch of that blood stained skin.. it felt intensely good really.. her touches were as smooth as silk.. soft.. gentle.. or perhaps that was the opium talking?.. perhaps in its purest form it was really fucking with his receptors.. but either way he was in fucking heaven with her right now.. it just blurred out all the other women he had been with.. this one was worth fighting for.. though his ego and his pride would never.. Ever allow him to utter those words out loud.. Oh heavens no.. she had ducked down to her knees there.. to take care of those lean muscular legs of his.. before she reached around and grabbed a good firm hold on his ass.. digging her nails in deep making him buck out and rear back.. forcing that thick hard rod of his further down into her slick.. hot wet little mouth.. he groaned.. - .. Fuck Mala!.... he growled.. she didn’t have to guide his hands around.. it was instinct for him really to reach with a snake like speed to tangle his fingers within her hair.. to gain such a firm rough hold upon the sides of her head that she couldn’t have moved even if she wanted to.. he pulled her hair back from her shoulders.. from her face.. holding it with one balled fist against the back of her head.. the other hand slapped violently against her right cheek.. spotting the reddening coming up just beautifully really.. and that alone just spurned him on further.. making his thrusts more volatile.. more brutal and rough as he fucked that pretty little mouth raw.. he did warn her.. he told her flat out he’d fuck her raw.. he just didn’t say Where.. over the sounds of the water he could hear the noises she was making.. her gurgling.. the choking and spluttering.. his eyes remained intently upon hers.. the fact that she could remain that constant contact.. was incredibly hot.. his teeth were grit down.. his breath was forced through with every thrust as he was thrown closer and closer to the edge.. her throat was devilishly tight.. her mouth was soft and silken.. and that tongue was a pure pleasure device..he caught sight of her hand sliding down between her thighs.. the ways she rolled her fingers against that sweet little bud of hers… whilst shoving those lengths up into her.. fucking that which had to be tight little slit furiously.. he groaned.. finally breaking contact with her gaze as his head rocked back.. the sight of her.. tugging on those sweet hardened little nipples, fucking herself with her fingers.. and her bloodied lips wrapped around his cock was just making his entire body tremble.. his muscles tensed.. she would have felt that unmissable pulsing there against her throat and tongue.. he groaned.. he growled.. the hand there against the back of her head only tightened further.. nearly pulling her hair right from the roots.. the free hand slapped against her opposite cheek then before it brushed lightly down across the stinging skin.. to find the curve of her soft jawline.. before he would without warning wrap his fingers about her delicate throat.. tilting her head up in the process .. diving down deeper into her throat.. before she would feel his body stiffen.. his strokes becoming a little shallower before he just exploded there within her hot little mouth.. he hissed and growled.. his head having since dipped back forward.. to watch her.. he wore that pained utterly pleasurable look upon his features as he coated her throat.. the insides of her silky smooth mouth.. and her tongue.. - .. Take it.. Take it all.. .. he groaned.. exhaling a long deep remarkably quite shuddered breath.. his breaths that followed were quite a bit shorter and stuttered before he just yanked back on her hair.. pulling her off his cock.. before his knees just buckled and he found himself suddenly seated upon the edge of the bath.. trying in vain to catch his breath.. -
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *She honestly wasn’t sure to believe him or not in truth, about it fitting, she didn’t quite believe it. She wasn’t even sure if she could really, after all it had been an embarrassingly long time since she had taken a lover, and she was built on the shallower side of things to start with. She had a feeling… If he managed to win, if he had somehow beaten her, that their first mating would result in her screaming bloody murder more than once… Or he might shock her, take it bit sweeter with her the first time, be a bit more understanding of her situation… Who was she kidding? She had watched a years worth of his lovers, each one more beautiful than the last for the most part, and not a single moment of gentleness between them. He loved it when they screamed from what she saw, it certainly triggered something in him, and it would mostly likely stay the same for the rest of his life. She doubted he would change his stripes for her, no matter the area, a zebra is still a zebra after all. The way he had said he would make it fit… That it would fit one way or the other…. Oh sweet mercy… If her nipples could have gotten any harder they would have, he was simply playing hell with her, her mind was such a mess she couldn’t have begun to make tales or heads of it. It was delicious really, to have someone set her on her ass like this, to arouse her mentally and physically all at once… What ever it was that woke her up, she was more than a bit grateful for it, because it certainly was proving vastly entertaining for her. She had offered her assistance to him to get into the tub with her, to make sure he didn’t end up on his ass while trying to shower. He had hissed and cussed when that water hit him, and she couldn’t resist teasing him a bit there, telling him to stop being such a baby. She heard his laughter in response, her lips curling up in a brilliant little smile there, enjoying the simple sound for what it was. He had a wonderful laugh really, it made her want laugh with him, to indulge in the infectiousness of it. She had started to rinse him down, keeping her touches light and gentle, not wanting to cause him undue pain. He had suffered quite enough in his death alone, but the hell they had wrought on his body down in that chamber? No, she wasn’t going to aggravate it at all if she could avoid it. She had just finished when she fell rather head first into temptation, just basically said ‘frak it’ and dove in, taking his cock into her tight little mouth. She wasn’t sure if it was her best idea ever, or perhaps her worst, because she certainly caught a few things she hadn’t realized before. One of them was that his brutal fucking of her mouth wasn’t a deterrent, something to be used as punishment perhaps, but rather an incredibly keen pleasure. The slap to her cheek had stung like blazes, it had hurt, right along with his hand in her hair had made her eyes water yet aroused her at the same time. The harder he got with her, the more he abused her, she shockingly found herself getting more and more aroused. She had given up on gripping his ass or palming his balls, she was getting too hot under the collar personally, and she needed some attention too… She had started to play with her tits, to tease and torment them, her other hand sliding down to finger herself furiously to ease the ache that had started and demanded appeasement. She was having such a time with his cock, he certainly wasn’t taking it easy on her, no gentle introduction to the kinkier side of things for sure… He was fucking her mouth like she was nothing more than his personal little whore, if anything even a bit worse than that really, because he would have finished with a whore already she knew. No he was dragging it out with her as much as he could, because in truth he shouldn’t have been able to get more than a few strokes in, not in his current situation. Or perhaps he simply had that sort of stamina? If he did, she would be in for a world of hurt, quite literally! She was doing well to push herself along to her own personal little peak, using what he was doing to her, the newness of the situation to drive herself harder than she would have been able to had she been going it alone. She had kept that eye contact, loving every second of it really, watching each little nuance of that beautiful face as he fucked her mouth….She felt him start to tremble then, breaking that delicious eye contact as he tossed is head back, his fingers tightening in her hair until she swore her scalp would bleed. She missed the first few beats, the throbbing, but she caught it quick enough to know what was quickly encroaching. She was in a hard spot, she wanted to pull back viciously badly, but at the same time she wanted to cum and if she pulled back she couldn’t do it… That hand collided with her opposite cheek then, welting it just as badly as he had the first, the sting racing along her face and made her eyes water even more. It was the last trigger, combined with the furious way she was fucking herself, his cock abusing the back of her throat… It all pushed her to that peak and she came hard, her whole body shuddering and shaking, her thighs clamping down on her hand while her fingers were locked inside herself until she rode it out. She would be screaming against his cock, hard little things, sudden as she felt each eave hit her like a solar flare. His hand came about her throat, gripping her tightly as his thrusts became so much shorter at first, then diving down as deeply as he could into her tight little throat. Her hand had come out, to try and push away at him, to keep him from cumming in her mouth. She had never had anyone do that before, never tasted cum before, and she wasn’t quite sure she was ready to do that. She couldn’t escape though, not with the grip he had in her hair, nor with how weak she had become with her body still locked in that orgasm and riding out the last of the little tremors. He exploded in her mouth then, her eyes locked onto him once more, showing her surprise in how big they got. She felt every jet, tasted the essence of him, the thick hot cum just got everything… She gagged violently, not sure how to handle it all, though she did attempt to take it all as he said… When he pulled himself from her, forcing her back with a large, wet sucking sound as her lips separated from his cock… Her head fell forward, gobs of his cum falling out, spattering all over her tits and down her sweet little belly. She drug her first true breath since it had all started, coughing and gagging, her free hand dropping down to the bottom of the tub as she struggled not to choke on that cum that she was still trying to swallow down.*
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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: *Her voice was weak and husky, rasped almost, as if she had a cough.*”What… In the Evervoid… Was That…”*She coughed again, taking in a sudden breath, trying to clear her airways as she could swear she had inhaled cum with the force he had rammed it down her throat. Her cheeks still stung, her lip burned like all sorts of hell from the split, and her poor little mouth felt bruised. She got to her feet shakily as he sat on the edge of the bath, trying to catch his breath, much the same as she was. She stepped back under that water, rinsing that cum off of her body, not wanting to risk even just a little bit finding it’s way between her legs. She was literally that fertile it was disgusting, she hated it. When she was sure she was quite free of it all, she stepped out from that water, shutting the level off so the rain like shower was stopped nearly instantly. She had left him there, not saying a single word at that point, quite silent as she went a-hunting for her vials. She had some salves that would set his body to rights, at least as far as the cuts went, the physical stuff. She went and rooted about in this cupboard and that, the sounds of metal and class clinking could be heard, the softer sounds of cloth being shifted. She did finally find it though, returning to the bathroom with a little silver container, about the size of her palm really. She unscrewed the lid, the smell of herbs and honey flooded the air, heavenly really. She would slide her fingers into the golden cream like substance, flecks of something could be seen through it, the coloring quite odd for a salve almost.*”This might sting a little at first, but it should feel really, really good shortly after… Please try not to move too much, this salve is really quite rare, and I would hate to waste any of it…”*She would say softly, almost a whisper really, her voice still a bit rasped but getting smoother as the moments wore on. She would begin to apply it to the myriads of cuts and burns on his skin, watching the skin kick into drive as it were, starting to heal up. He wouldn’t carry any scars from this little event, she was spoiling him really, giving him the best… She made sure he was safe, he wouldn’t get an infection, nor would he be laid out for a long amount of time as he healed. This worked with his body’s own natural abilities, sped up the process as it were, yet gave him a blissfully numb sensations as well. She worked in silence for the most part, making sure she got every little cut, every burn and bruise… She was almost done, coming about to his front as her fingers floated and danced along his skin, tending to him with a soft sort of grace that didn’t quite seem possible. All that was left was the cuts on his lips, the ones she had gotten from his skull fucking had long since healed, her skin creamy and flawless all over again. She dipped her finger in to the pot for a moment, tilting her head as she looked down at him, truly looked at him as he was… He seemed… almost Ill… She paused, gently guiding her fingers over his lips as she watched the thin skin knit together almost instantly. The stuff would taste like honey with mint, such a simple, sweet and clean taste for something that did such an amazing thing. If he licked his lips though, even though it tasted amazing, it would give him quite the shock, like pressing your tongue to one of those batteries. She put the lid back on the top of her container there before she would reach out, to run her fingers through his hair before she would cup his cheeks, savoring this beautiful man before her.*”Be honest with me Ace… Why do you smoke Opium, really? Why did you do what you did, to get your beautiful self in that situation, to allow them to damage you like that? There are others to serve Ace, Gods and Primordials alike, who would treat you better… I would treat you better… I am not the Primordial of War, I am not like my brothers… I care nothing for the mechanics of this world or others… But I would give you a better life than this…”*She drew silent again, tilting his head this way then that if he would allow it, looking into his face, his eyes before she released him. She would move to stand if he didn’t stop her, to go and find him something… Surely some of Mortiki’s clothes survived, some of the ones in the boxes perhaps… And she needed to feed… Badly…*
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
...
says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *She had left Ace to his own devices, after all, she had patched him up and clothed him what he did afterwards was his own business… Mostly… At that moment, she had been far more concerned with the need to eat, her body demanding sustenance after making it work once more. It had been best that he had left in truth, when she fed she went primal, and not in a way that would be beneficial to him. She would have attacked him had he been near, and it wouldn’t have gone well for him, if he survived at all. And really, what a pity that would have been, especially since she went through all the trouble to bring him up in the first place. After she had plucked the perfect fruit, only one ripened a day, and it only lasted a few hours she had feasted… Dropping down into her tree afterwards to watch, she had gone into her room, the place Ace would be forbidden entrance. She had gone to her silver bowl there, the runes on it were ancient and old, even without her using it power radiated off of it like heat from an open flame. A simple touch along the rim had it humming, setting each of those runes alight, the bowl filling with a golden colored liquid.*”Let us see… What everyone is up to today…”*She would say softly to herself, gently walking about that bowl as her fingers traced the edge, watching as a flat milky disk began to form in the air. It was paper thin, and unless one was looking directly at it, it would seem little more than a glistening spider web in the air. She saw her first son, her precious one, on yet another adventure it would seem… She spared him a loving glance, noting that each century that passed the more he looked like his father, with that thirst for adventure and yet a gentle soul… Another moment and she saw Nautilous… What was she to say about him, do with him, the reject? He was the mistake, the child that was born but never wanted, who survived despite the abandonment… She was… surprised… He wasn’t off whoring… Nor was he killing as was his typical life style for… well she couldn’t say how long, the years had gotten past in her in her sleep… No… He was with something… Someone… an Elf?.... Well now… That was unexpected, she had never thought her son would go near one of their race, let alone know of them… She heard her name whispered then, making a brow skitter up high on her brow, saw the ring he had put on her finger… So then… He was finally marrying someone… About time… He didn’t seem so broken either… Perhaps she might just… Check up on him… After all, his father hadn’t always been quite so bad… He might have something decent in him after all… Maybe… Ah yes… now to her favorite of the hour… She wanted to see just what Ace had gotten up to in the last couple of hours, what he had done while she had fed, riding out the high in silence high up in her tree. What she saw… She wasn’t exactly… pleased with… Had she not warned him that she was jealous, she was quite sure she had told him of it, made it blatantly obvious really… It was the one thing she was quite guilty of, the one thing that didn’t change about her, that never would… Then again… She shook her head, sliding her fingers along that white disk, rewinding the time as it were… She got to the beginning, what he had seen with his own eyes, taking in the moment… She… Wasn’t quite sure to make of it all, his apparent glee at first, the words he had said to her… Cruel and vicious, cutting, as if he hated the blond who was about to get raped… Then the would be rapist bit her, and she hissed at the mirror then, her lips curling back in revulsion… Oh she hated Vampires, hated everything about them, in every distinction of the class. She had eradicated entire clans of them herself, and only sleep had spared them as a species, or she would have hunted them to complete extinction personally… Ace seemed to be torn then, the glee of the moment had shifted, and then the words said between the vampire and himself… Ace… A Father?... What?... She suddenly went cold again, not from fear or anger, but rather that bit of a fire that had started to spark went out, and she was wrapped in numbness again. She would have dismissed the image, but she was a bit of a glutton sometimes, and she wanted to know… She saw him save her life then, kept her from bleeding out, and really who could blame him? She might be carrying his children, and as a mother herself, she knew it was a….natural thing… She had after all, kept Nautilous long enough to wean him, before she just couldn’t stand him and left him to either live or die. Some might call it cruel, but to her it was simply natural process, and he was lucky to be alive in the first place. She would have rejected him in the womb if she could have. She heard him call someone’s name, breaking down a door, before he just left her with the male that had come out… She barely spared that a glance, after that she had no interest in it, dismissing the image before she saw him with his daughter. She turned away from the bowl, releasing the magic in it, letting it fall back to sleep once more. Her son was as he always was, always would be, and the mistake was actually improving rather than continuing to degenerate… She was also filled in on what Ace had gotten up to while she had been…preoccupied… She was debating just what she wanted to do… She wasn’t sure what to make of them… Then again, asking a few questions was well within her right, though if he would answer them truthfully was a whole different matter… This dark haired man, this self-proclaimed Ace of Hearts, was quite the master of duplicity… She did feel she had a right to know though, after all, was she not housing him? She went to her closet then, fingers gently flicking through this or that dress, before settling on one of black silk… It would certainly mark quite the contrast against her skin and hair, but it would also make her eyes snap, and she rather felt like wearing the color… Then again… She just stopped… Why bother really? She closed the closet then, preferring to go about in her own skin, she knew he wasn’t far after all… She walked out the large double doors in her room, out onto the back patio before she would step up onto the ledge, and simply step off. She moved with a grace that made wood elves seem clumsy and bumbling, simply lighting from one branch to the other, little more than a white blur until she drew close to where he was. She walked out onto a branch then, tilting her head as she watched him in that water, shirtless and washing off the blood he had gotten on him.* “You know… if I had known you would have ripped his clothes, I wouldn’t have lent them to you, Dear Ace of Hearts…”
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†Ṁalaika Ṫsomi†
˳ͼWe Often Meet Our Fate On The Road We Travle To Avid Itͽ˳
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says to ...Black Hearted Beast..: *She would drop out of that branch then, falling a good fifty feet before landing in a crouch, her knee just touching the ground before she stood and walked over to him there. She was just as naked as she had been when he left, her hair was loose and free as well, though she had hidden the horns by this time. She looked… human… almost… She was too perfect to be human, to be anything that could be born, but she didn’t look quite so fairy like either now. She walked over to him, to gather up the torn shirt and jacket, running her fingers over the cloth lovingly.* “I should hope…you would show a little more…respect from now on if you don’t mind?... They might just be clothes to you… but they were still His, and precious to me… Look…”*She pulled her hand away, seeing how very crimson her hand had become, the fabric had become quite saturated.*”That is the good thing with black at least… It never shows the blood, does it?”*She would take it with her, to settle it over a rock near by, before she would turn to see him rinsing off. He was truly soaked there, blood all down the front of his chest, making the water about him a soft pink.*”It’s never easy is it… To watch someone you love, love someone else?...”*She stepped closer to him then, dipping her hands into the water there, rinsing the blood off of her long fingers.*”Or should I say loved?... After all, you said you weren’t the kind to love, if I am recalling this properly?... It is such a messy emotion, is it not? It is only sweet when it lasts, but before and after, it’s rather like a rotting corpse… It stinks and decays, it poisons you, until it finally turns to ash and you are free of it…”*When her hands were free of the blood, she stood once more, finding a rock of a perfect size for her to lay out on. The sun was warming the world after all, and she was certainly not one to turn down a dose of sweet, warm sunbathing. She laid out on her back, resting on her forearms there, her face tilted up to the sun with her eyes closed.*”I don’t care what you do with your time Ace… After all, I just want you to thaw my frozen heart, not claim it… Just show a little more tender regard to things that are not yours… Unless of course, you think you have a right to them, hmm?”*She would chuckle softly, a husky, enchanting sort of a sound as she opened her eyes to look at him out the corner there.*”I must admit I am curious about you… So very arrogant, so proud, so dominant… Watching you will be amusing… Though I still wonder if you can back up what you claimed earlier… What was it you had said to me?... Ah yes… So long as I give you what you want, you wouldn’t go to a whore, am I right?... And what was the other? That you would make…it…fit…”*She taunted him softly, teased him, seemingly trying to goad him. The truth was that she knew his brain was off somewhere it didn’t need to be, and she wasn’t about to let his mind be taken over by a whimpy, plump little blond thing. She wanted him, she would cultivate him, care for him until he was perfect… He was the only thing that had woken her up, and she wasn’t of a mind to go back to that void so soon, so quickly… He would either prove he was worth it, or he would not, but it was entirely up to him… He just needed a reminder, the reason why she had drug him from that hell, to bring him back here and offer him her succor…*”Or was that like your flirting, Mister Hearts, just a hollow sort of threat?”
...Black Hearted Beast..
Ace
..Romance isn't in my repertoire honey. But a thousand ways to make you come are..
says to °€ternal Ⱳinter°†: ..he had left Rose there..and went and saw little Pia.. it was an experience that was for certain.. seeing that little bundle resting there.. before she woke and grabbed a hold of his finger.. it stirred something inside him.. maybe just a little though such an admission would never occur.. Ever.. he was far to much a bad boy to be falling for a baby.. he had used a little magic to get Pia to fall back asleep before he skipped on out of that house and headed back into the thick of the forest surrounding the property.. he was coated in blood.. he could feel it everytime the wind blew in his direction.. his body shuddered and it was so very sticky.. he found those hot pools.. or one of them in any rate.. and he stripped out of the blazer and shirt.. from anyone looking from the outside he would have looked like he’d been through the wars.. but no.. not really.. it was just her blood and there was a great deal of it.. splattered all over his chest.. his arms.. his face and hair.. he dropped the clothes for the moment and stepped down into the water with those slacks still on for the moment.. he began to rinse his upper body.. watching as the water directly around him was growing a deeper and deeper pink.. her voice though that took him a touch by surprise.. causing him to turn.. to look over his shoulder..his gaze would fall upon her then.. naked as the day she was born.. walking out onto a thin branch that should not have been able to sustain her weight and yet.. it did so perfectly.. - .. Ahh.. .. he nodded laughing softly- .. Well.. I certainly did not do that on purpose.. .. he brushed a bit more water over his bared chest.. the sunkissed colouring of his skin coming to the surface as yet another layer of Roses blood was removed.. - .. I will be sure to be.. more careful in future.. wouldn’t want to.. upset you.. afterall.. .. there was a grin there.. it was licking its way across his lips.. Oh he was a wee bit sly really and he was enjoying it thoroughly.. he cupped a larger amount of water then between his hands and he dunked it back over his head.. raking his fingers down through his hair as more and more of that blood just trickled down his body.. down over those broad muscular shoulders.. his arms.. his chest.. he looked like a right painting really.. before he wiped his hands across his face.. across his eyes.. - ..Black is a wonder yes..hides all manner of things.. .. he turned then to look to her.. to watch her.. observing as she moved in that little bit closer to him.. her comment though about it never being easy to watch someone you love loving someone else caused his brow to rise- .. I’m quite certain I have no idea what you’re talking about.. .. he turned once more.. lowering his body fully stepping further into the pools.. into the deeper sections so he could rinse off properly.. his head would disappear beneath the waters bubbling surface before he would reappear once more.. his hair then was flattened down upon his face.. covering his eyes.. though those ears with their sharpened points were prominently displayed.. until he slicked that hair back.. - ..I’m not sure what you’ve been.. privy to.. .. he gave her a slight shrug of his shoulders as he began to make his way back toward the shoreline once more.. every step he took revealed a little bit more of that perfectly lined frame of his.. the blood.. completely removed.. just a scar lined lean muscular frame.. those slacks of his were completely soaked and heavy.. so they hung down a little lower than they would have normally.. revealing that most delicious Adonis belt there.. he reached the bank.. lifting himself out of the water.. - .. If you are referring to.. who I think you are referring to.. .. he tilted his head.. his hands lifting there to cross about his chest- .. Rose.. or Trin.. or whatever the fuck her name is.. .. he shook his head- .. you’re mistaken.. don’t love her.. never was in love with her.. just got tangled up in her dramatic bullshit for far to long is all.. she’s like a spider.. and her web is emotion laced fucking drama.. not my deal.... his arms dropped back to his sides there as he crouched down to gather up those blood soaked items of clothing.. dipping them down into the water.. the pond colouring significantly- ..apparently she’s pregnant.. Again.. possibility they are mine.. don’t know.. she’s also fucking my son.. .. he grit his teeth down in that moment.. the final few words had been spat out like they were indeed laced with only the most lethal venom- .. so I couldn’t let her just die there.. that’s all there is to it.. not a thing more.. certainly not anything to worry your pretty little head about.. .. he lifted the blazer and the shirt.. wringing them out before he would let them rest over one of the smaller lower laying branches to.. well.. semi dry off.. before he would turn to look to her.. watching as she stretched out on that rock.. sunning herself.. she was excruciatingly beautiful.. he couldn’t deny it.. that body of hers.. whilst not as curvy and supple as some of the others he had been with.. it was hot.. fucking hot.. and he was certainly looking forward to claiming it for himself..- .. I don’t make idle threats.... .. he slowly made his way over to her then.. stepping up onto the rock she was sunning herself in.. his boots pressing to either sides of those quite petite luscious looking hips of hers.. and he was dripping water right down onto her.. though it wasn’t cold.. it was still quite warm.. - ..I only give sincere predictions my little white rabbit..