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<The man was nothing.> She responded, forcing the sharp retort down, knowing that she had only the good will of her companions to thank for her survival. <It was not the call of my sire, merely a lesson in respect.> |
"Darlings, last time you so rudely excluded us from the conversation it ended with a brawl and us forced to flee the city. Please do let us know when you decide to learn from your mistakes." Hexxat’s dry voice drifted across the susurrating conversation as life crackled into the dry wood. |
"Our fearsome female believes she still holds sway over her sire’s influence." Supplied Baeloth. "I wonder how long she will be able to maintain this delusion to herself." |
Vex glared at him, then glanced at Dorn, sitting stoically with his elbows rested on his knees, gazing into the fire. He was either unaware of her or ignoring her presence. Was he thinking of her slayer form? Wondering how close it was to the surface? |
Vex was unaccustomed to defeat, and she intended to keep it that way, but she could not deny the pull of the blood and the ever-present rage, dark red and pulsing, a sullen pressure under her skin. She had no compunctions about slaughtering those who would bar her from her capricious whims, but there were stakes here. ... |
The problem bore thinking on, at least. She was not used to introspection beyond that necessary to instigate webs of intrigue, but much as she wanted the power - and she would get it - she could afford to play the long game. There was no sense in losing that which she already possessed in search of something new, when ... |
Besides. He looked at her with those hot, dark eyes and there was power there too, of another kind. Power which made heat flash through her chest, her belly, her hips. And it was fiercely, powerfully attractive. The raw heat of his muscles under her belly and around her legs as he carried her over his shoulder like a c... |
She puffed out a breath and stretched her arms over her head, working the knots out of her spine, and noticed with some satisfaction how his eyes darkened as they slid over her form. |
"Very well, then." She said. "Let us ignore the evidence of all our senses, and decide that this new "instability’ is oh so very uncharacter-is-tic. May I propose a temporary solution?" |
They leaned forward, all speculative curiosity and she basked in their attention, the heady power of their obeisance bringing new energy to her weary bones and aching head. |
"Dalninil?" Murmured Viconia. "We are all ears." |
"Let us find an outlet for this "new’ bloodlust." She spun the word out sarcastically, playing to her audience. "Let us find someone worthy of being crushed. The vampire bitch bores me, and the elves offend my senses. I tire of skittering around after them like a good little lost lamb. Why should we not find a more... ... |
They were hanging on her She grinned, and the fire reflected in her pale eyes. |
"Let us find someone worth slaughtering." |
The coolness of the corridor was a welcome relief for surface-blind eyes. Vex extinguished torches as she went for the pure fun of it, and padded along the corridor to the cave. And there it was, right where the dear man had said it would be. She ghosted back up to the storeroom, flashing hand signals before rememberi... |
"Well?" Dorn’s solid form loomed up behind her in the blackness, and the strength radiating from him briefly made her breath hitch, but she rallied magnificently, stretching her arms over her head in a catlike display of self-assurance. |
"Our dear Lord Firkraag sits all alone in such a large cavern," She murmured. "Such a huge cavern, with so much space for such tiny man. Intriguing, don’t you think?" |
"Hrmm. So it’s true then." He rumbled. "A dragon. A worthy foe indeed." |
"And a magic-repelling one." Spat Baeloth. "I still fail to see how this will help my- pardon me, our goals." |
"If you cannot anticipate the rewards in slaying a dragon, then you are as foolish as you appear." Came Hexxat’s drawl. "Potions and spells, my darlings. This will be a delight." |
Soon after, they strolled into his lair, crackling with magic and drawn weapons. He had sensed them coming, and waited for them patiently, as only the ageless can. |
"Welcome." His voice was a deep boom, echoing in the cavern. "You have come as I wanted." He paused, looking them over. "But where is the god-child? I do not see her among you." |
"Forgive us, my fearsome creature." The sorcerer spread his arms in an expansive shrug. "Vechsan is not herself at present. We were forced to restrict her movements lest she become a hazard to – well, ourselves." |
"Hmph." The dragon’s snort blew warm air over the party. "No matter. It has been an interesting game, but to tell the truth, I tire of it. She will make her way to me one way or the other. Perhaps by ending her companions, my goals will be hastened." |
"Goals?" Viconia’s rich voice rolled across the cavern. "What goals are these? Why would you wish to speak with her?" |
"Oh, really, now." The disdain in the cultured voice was almost palpable. "You believe that I will simply sit here and give a detailed acco-" |
From her perch between two stalactites in the cavernous ceiling, Vex dropped. The dragon’s neck whipped around, spell fires rippling over scales as his teeth snapped in the air, missing her by inches. The rope would around her leg snapped taught as knives flew from both palms, flying true towards an eye and a wing, and... |
It seemed to take forever, creeping and clinging hand over painstaking hand, cutting her palms and fingers on the edge of red scales as the serpentine neck whiplashed around, roiling and churning under her belly. She heard the battle raging below her as she climbed and gripped and edged her way up - the cries and the s... |
One heavily enchanted knife had struck true and punctured a hole in the beast’s wing. It lurched and stumbled as it moved and she shrieked out half a triumphant cry as her blood-smeared fingers gripped horns and ears. |
The dragon shook its head furiously to dislodge her, but she clung on like grim death, digging knees and toes into the uneven armoured surface. With one hand, she fumbled for her sword, slotting it awkwardly between the scales at the back of the neck, working it methodically through to the flesh beneath. At last she fe... |
Hot gouts of blood spurted across her neck and cheek, swathing her in crimson, but she barely noticed next to the intensity of the dragon’s shrieking roar and the spasmodic writhing of its neck. She cried out at the pain in her sensitive ears, unconsciously covering them with her hands at the same time as it coiled its... |
She landed with a huff of expelled air not far from its shifting talons, just barely rolling to one side to avoid certain death by crushing. She pushed herself bonelessly back up onto her feet, and then, oh, then her heart skipped as she saw him. He moved under and between those claws with a surefooted grace, slamming ... |
The dragon was dying by inches. Her blade had found a vein, or maybe a nerve, it lurched and staggered around, all four feet skittering across the gore-soaked floor. She came to her senses as Dorn darted back, and the others fled. The great head was thrown back with a mighty roar, then rolled down, seemingly in slow mo... |
For several long moments, there was nothing but the echoes of shifting rubble and metal on stone. Her flushed face stared up breathlessly at the great beast’s corpse, momentarily awed by the sheer weight of what they had accomplished. Slowly, surely, the gleeful sense of invulnerability sent a fierce recklessness throu... |
The party scattered to find what they could take. His chestpiece was dented and he had stripped out of it. She watched him as he crouched to examine the body. The heady, reckless high of the battle still swirled in her, heightening her senses and filling her to the brim. She traced the lines of his body with her eyes, ... |
She shrugged out of her own meagre armour and paced up behind him, stopping just shy of body contact, running her fingers lightly over his shoulder to the nape of his neck. |
"I told you it would work." She murmured, noting with some satisfaction how his skin formed goosebumps when she touched it. |
"A victory indeed." He replied, glancing back at her. He was keenly aware of her presence behind him, gore plastering her thin shirt to her chest. The heat from her skin warmed his back; the heady, musky scent of her caught his nose. Her fingertips played across the back of his neck, slipping into his hair, sliding her... |
"A single powerful foe vanquished is better than a thousand lesser foes. Just as a single skilled ally is better than a thousand lackwits. Would you not agree?" She continued. |
"Hrmm." She felt the vibration of his answering sound as she moved closer, leaning down to lay her chest and belly along his back, feeling the heat of his body, smelling sweat and raw earth. She draped her arms over his shoulders, leaning forward so her lips were a hair’s breadth from the sensitive tip of his ear. He s... |
"Taste it." She murmured, and her fingers were pressed gently, tauntingly against his lips, slick with her blood and the dragon’s. He felt her hot breath on his ear as her lips brushed, maddeningly light, against the tip. "Taste victory. Taste power." |
His breath hitched and his lips parted to catch her fingers between them. His tongue brushed her fingertips, buckling her knees, leaving her weak and shivery. A sigh escaped her lips, ghosting warmly across his ear and she pressed hard into his back, moulding herself against the hard muscle, willing herself to remain i... |
She did not have long to wait. With a snarl, he twisted and caught her by her arm, dragging her half over his shoulder and across his lap. She might have slipped from his grasp easily – she could not hope to remotely match the strength of his grip on her arm, but she was quicker by a margin – had the raw power in the g... |
"What game are you playing now, woman?" He muttered, as if to himself. She did not respond, so intoxicated by his closeness, fascinated by the sensation of the smooth muscle of his chest and his steadily pounding heartbeat in her ribs and belly. The crooked mouth that hovered so tauntingly close to hers, framed with th... |
"What game would you like to play?" She teased, then yelped as the fingers wrapped in her hair tightened and jerked. |
"Do not toy with me, drow." His voice seethed and for a moment she thought he might break her, so fierce was he. "Whom you choose to bed is your concern, but I will not be a plaything for your entertainment." |
His words knocked the air out of her lungs. She felt her mounting excitement drain away, replaced by humiliation, shame, then a hot, stubborn anger. Even through the haze of lust and wanting, his words cut away at her like a knife. After he had run from her, he had not returned to her, he had ended their time together ... |
"Who is the plaything?" She hissed, after a moment, spitting the words into the ground. "Am I so fearsome that even the mighty Dorn Il-Khan cannot match me? Instead he would pull me into his bedroll then flee when it no longer suits his mood? Who has been toying with whom, Dorn?" |
His eyebrows lifted briefly at her onslaught, then his expression smoothed over into neutrality. He searched her face without seeming to find what he was looking for, but he settled back onto his heels, seating himself facing her. After she spat her final word out at him, he paused for a long moment, then let out an im... |
"I cannot fathom your moods, girl. What is it that you want from me? Speak plainly." |
"I-" She had been more than ready to spit her venom back in his face, but something in his voice gave her pause. The aftershocks of his accusation still fluttered through her, but his voice was uncharacteristically quiet, and his face unusually soft. She glanced back up at him, then quickly glanced away, running her fi... |
"I believed you wanted me as I did you." She muttered, eventually. There was a painful pause before she continued. "I swear on my life I was not aware of the possibility of the change. The way you looked at me..." She trailed off, embarrassment and rejection making her nerves twang painfully raw. "I dislike being humil... |
A low rumble made her glance up, and she realised he was laughing, a low, rich chuckle which made hope uncurl a tendril in her belly. He rested his wrists on his knees, and his eyes locked on hers. |
"Is that it? You fear I do not find you desirable." |
She went utterly still as she looked at him, faint puzzlement on her face, and the thin tendril of hope which curled through her chest brought her breath up short. His steady gaze locked her in place as her heart pounded in her chest – if she were ever to have been wrong about something (and she did not wish to concede... |
"My blood boils to look at you, god-child." His voice was rough and deep, he held her pinned with his gaze. "I would throw you to the floor and have you right here and now if I believed you desired it." |
Her sudden movement caught him by surprise. In a flash, she had close the gap between them, flickering across the space with serpentine grace. Her hand snaked up to wrap in his hair, and in moments, she had slid roughly up against him, lips hovering inches above his own, chest against his, fierce gaze burning down onto... |
"Why would you believe otherwise?" |
Had he not known her better, he might have believed he heard a plea in her voice. He shrugged, wrapping his arm around her waist. The other slid up her own arm to her shoulder, then trailed maddeningly slowly down her side, leaving tingling trails on her skin. |
"I have never known another like you." The roughness of his voice and his hands skimming over her skin made her eyelids flutter closed in pleasure. "I want you again, here, now, in the midst of all this chaos." |
Her eyes seemed to glow in the half-light. Her fingers slid from his hair as she draped her arms around his shoulders. She leaned into him, shaking, half-dazed with desire; her breath was ragged as she whispered into his lips. |
"Then take what you desire. Ibo'a ol. Claim me." |
The whispered pleading in her voice kindled something fierce in his chest. With a growl, he surged against her, pressing his lips to hers in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. She let out a wordless whimper of pleasure and wrapped herself around him. He pulled her roughly on top of his hard body as he lay back, and she relish... |
"Take them off." She gasped out hoarsely, scrabbling ineffectually at ties and buckles just out of reach, dazed and desperate and driven to distraction. |
He laughed, a low, rumbling chuckle, and pressed more kisses, more suckling bites to her chest, her neck, her jaw, swirling his tongue along sensitive elven ears until arousal shot through her and her breath came short and fast. She clung to him, weak in his grasp, entirely disarmed, frustrated and thick with need. A s... |
She slid down his body and took him into her mouth, palms trailing lines along his stomach and thighs, feeling the heat rush over her skin and through her belly as he groaned. She worked her mouth and hands over him, alternating between smooth speed, and long, deliciously slow strokes. The stud through her tongue added... |
She slid back up his body, straddling him, gasping at the broadness of his form and the way her slim hips were forced to open and stretch across him. She ran her hands over his stomach and chest and revelling in the salt-earth scent of his skin, running her tongue up his neck and the shell of his ear, teeth grazing lig... |
With one practised twist she was on her belly, gasping at the shock of the cool flagstones under her. Moments later, his hands were planted on either side of her head as he settled his warm weight over her, biting hard at the back of her neck as she cried out. She went to turn under him, wanting to touch him, to reach ... |
At last, she was bared before him, and he took a long moment whilst she keened in her throat to run his hands over the smooth, dark skin stretched out under him, the fall of white hair in disarray around her shoulders, her cheek pressed into the stone of the floor, her eyelids fluttering under his insistent caress as r... |
"Qualla-" The end of the word was swallowed by a cry as he lowered himself down and settled between her thighs, slipping flush to her entrance. She bit hard into her own shoulder, stifling a whimper. He slid teasingly against her, pressed slick fingers to her lips, and she took them greedily into her mouth as he had do... |
"Say it." He bit into the back of her shoulder, wrapped fingers around her side and lifted her hips, pressing her against him in a possessive embrace. |
"Xun ol, qualla..." Her tone was pleading, desperate. "Please..." |
With a growl he sheathed into her, hard, and her whole body bowed under him as he thrust against her in an urgent, furious rhythm. Her cries rose to fever pitch as he braced himself on one arm, his other hand sliding under her to tease her nipples, trace raised lines down her belly and brush down between her legs, buil... |
A wordless cry escaped her lips as he abruptly pulled out of her, then wrapped his hand around her thigh and hauled her under him, flipping her over onto her back before lifting her bodily to straddle him as he settled back onto his knees and filled her again almost instantly. Through her haze of pleasure, she register... |
She knew he was close when another low groan rumbled through his chest and he grasped at her hips, forcing her down hard, and catching her mouth with his as she moaned into it. She trembled against him, undone by his insistent rough caresses on her skin and falling apart in his arms. Their rhythm rose higher, faster, u... |
He moved against her once, twice more as they sat locked together, riding out the waves of tingling pleasure, then she slowly slumped against him as the sensation ebbed and the world came back into focus. His breath rushed out in a hard sigh as he rested his head against her shoulder, pressing her hips almost gently in... |
She ran her fingers idly over his face, tracing the lines of his often-broken nose, the crooked lilt of his lips, the hard line of his jaw. She touched her finger to the tip of one tusk and an airy chuckle bubbled out of her throat at the ridiculousness of the action. He huffed out a breath, as he slid down prone with ... |
"You are insane." He muttered, lips against her forhead. |
"Is that a compliment?" She kissed his chin, and pressed more kisses to the line of his jaw. |
"A fact. " He responded, and she gave a pleased sigh as he slipped an arm around her waist and drew her body against his. Rough fingertips drew circles on her hip and she shivered at his touch. "You are unstable, reckless, madder than Cyric, and utterly," He pressed a harsh kiss, all lips and teeth, to the side of her ... |
She clung to him for a moment as the pleasure faded, replaced by utter satiation, sighing against his chest as he watched her. When she looked up, he was gazing down at her, idly tracing nonsense patterns on her hip, and the strength of his body, the profile of his face lit another burst of fierce pride in her belly. S... |
"You are mine, Dorn Il-Khan." She murmured, pressing her lips to his with an intense, possessive sweetness that stole his breath. "Mine, and mine alone." |
"My reckless goddess." His voice was a raw, harsh murmur. His teeth caught her lip and she melted against him with a sigh that was almost a prayer. "Until death, and beyond." |
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