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 Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 3:55 pm
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A deep rumble emanated from the back of Malphas's throat at Ilea's touch. It was a cross between a moan and a purr, animistic, and speaking completely of his desires. He ran a pale hand over Ilea's skin, marveling silently at it's softness, just a while ago it had been covered in wounds, now it was perfect.
And lacking clothing to his delight.
His kisses began to blaze a trail across her jaw and down her neck. In a few moments, there was a small pile of black clothing at the foot of the bed, cast off, leaving him bare. His skin almost gleaming white. Even his hat and goggles were tossed away. He unfurled his wings slightly, creating a tent of black skin that would shelter the two of them for the night.
Or until they changed positions, Malphas had a few ideas running through his head.
((Timeskip!!))
Several hours later, he was spent. Due to their rather strenuous activities, a thin layer of sweat and other fluids making his skin truly shine covered him, and her. She was cuddled up to him, his arm and wing both protectively around her. He brushed his lips against the tip of her nose. "I wasn't to rough on you was I? You seemed to be in a bit of pain earlier..."
Malphas knew that his physical strength occasionally was too much for some of his lovers (he had to hold back a great deal to keep himself from breaking Helene) but tonight, Ilea seemed to be able to keep up with his passions. He wasn't aware of any organ damage earlier, but if it was there when they started, it probably wouldn't be there now.
He savored the soft contact of her pale skin on his own, and the peace he felt. For once... In a very, very long time, Malphas felt content. Maybe even happy.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 4:16 pm
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Ilea shook her head slightly with a small smile, "No... You weren't too rough with me... In fact, you finished healing me. I feel wonderful right now," she told him honestly, her voice now slightly hoarse from all of the sounds he'd drawn from her.
She shifted her head to rub her cheek against his shoulder as she slid one arm over his waist, delighting in the feeling of being able to touch him like this, "If anything, you were very gentle," she added, hoping he'd understand what she meant.
Keeping up with him had been easy for her. She was more used to even rougher 'play' in the bedroom. He hadn't even used a blade on her. No, her pale skin only bore the marks his hands had put on her. In fact, he had more marks on him than she did. Namely where she'd set her nails into his back. |
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 6:41 pm
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Malphas smiled sleepily. "That's good." He pressed his forehead to hers, relishing the simple contact of another person. He had been alone, mentally, since Deluge had passed away. Malphas had forgotten what it was like to simply be with someone else, not for personal gain, but something else...
"Mm. If you thought that was gentle, then I have a fair idea of what went on with your former master." Blood play, bondage games, BDSM, ect... Things he had participated in before, although they weren't quite his "thing". He had normally done it to please Deluge (the man had so many kinks, there was no doubt that he was about as far away from vanilla as you could get), and had enjoyed it under his hand (or riding crop, or whip... one gets the idea) He had heard of other things, and had certainly seen some of the effects of those sorts of "games" on Dancer.
You could probably drive that slut to the brink of death and he would beg for more pain, disgusting in his opinion. Did that thing have no shame, no pride? Ech.
He pushed away thoughts of his past for once and pressed his lips softly on hers. "Well, I'm spent babe. Sleep well Ilea." A small smile crossed his lips and then he drifted off into a deep, sanguine slumber, still holding Ilea like she was the most precious thing in the world.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 7:02 pm
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Ilea gave a small nod at his assumption, glad she wouldn't have to explain it to him. Goh's tastes had been rather varied, but he'd only been gentle with her once in all the time she'd been with him.
She would have said more but he gave her that soft kiss before falling asleep holding her. She simply watched him sleep for a long moment, loving the feeling of his arm and wing around her, holding her where she was. Yet another thing she wasn't used to.
But she finally pressed a light kiss to his shoulder before laying her head on it and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep as well. That was also a first for her, sleeping beside someone. But it was a soothing sensation for her and helped her slip into a deeper sleep, her hand still over his waist, her legs tangled with his, and her head resting on his shoulder. |
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 8:03 pm
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Malphas slept like the dead, only moving once to shift his wing slightly. Then a beam of sunlight hit his face, and a very aggravating blue bird started to cheerfully chirp outside of the window. Without even looking up, Malphas raised his hand and pointed at the bird, which promptly burst into black flames and plummeted to the forest floor.
He felt the warmth of the smaller body beside him, and smiled. Last night had been wonderful on several levels. Malphas pressed a kiss to Ilea's hair, then making sure to not disturb her, managed to exit the bed. He turned on the little make-shift shower and started washing off the dried bits of fluid from last night, humming an old song the entire way. There was a little grungy piece of soap he had in his pack, and he used it to scrub himself as thoroughly as possible.
Today was a big day, he was planning to take a peek at the new base, meet up with Helene, try to get some more info, and of course make sure that Dancer got another little present. He'd pick up flowers on the way there. He was going to take Ilea along as well, make sure that both of them knew the layout of the place before they actually did anything to Dancer and Meno. He'd pick up the flowers along the way.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 8:15 pm
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Ilea woke up while he was in the shower, mainly the lack of warmth beside her waking her up. She gave herself a luxurious stretch, noting that her body was deliciously sore in all the right places. That made her remember everything from the night before and brought a smile to her face as she sat up on her elbows to look around the room, but the sound of the shower told her where he was.
She got up and moved to watch him in the shower for a moment, finding that she liked the sight of the water moving over him. She hesitated to join him but knew she had to get clean as well and finally did so anyway, hoping he wouldn't mind.
When she saw the soap he had to use, she gave a small tisking sound and used her shadows to create a new one. She wet it and got the suds going then set her hands to helping him finish cleaning up, watching his face as she did so just in case he decided he didn't want her to touch him like this. When he didn't protest, she finished then helped him rinse off before starting on herself.
She could tell by the look on his face when she'd watched him before that he had plans for the day. But she didn't ask about them, simply assumed that he would tell her when he was ready to.
As she cleaned herself up, she produced towels for the both of them as well as a fresh set of crimson leathers for herself. Again, using the shadows to do so. The towels were now hanging on two hooks just outside of the shower while her leathers were laid out on the bed. As the water and soap moved over her, the marks he'd put on her last night showed up in stark relief against the paleness of her skin.
But she was moving much better, proving that he'd finished healing her as she'd said last night. Of course, she hadn't told him the details of how badly she'd been hurt, so he likely wouldn't understand exactly what she'd meant. That she hadn't said anything about it before their romp spoke volumes about the kind of treatment she was used to, and that she wasn't likely to protest anything he wanted of her.
Instead, she turned as she rinsed the soap from her long hair and offered him a small smile, "What would you have of me today, Mas- Malphas?" she asked him softly, her way of asking him what he wanted her to do. She had to stop herself from calling him 'master' of course, as he'd requested of her, another of her habits that would take a while to break.
Then again, she'd been with Goh for a thousand years. That was a thousand years of habits that had been pounded into her, often quite literally, and carved into her at other times. |
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 10:34 am
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Malphas smiled as Ilea washed him, he hadn't been expecting that, but it was rather sweet of her. He in turn helped her scrub her back, grinning when he saw the marks he had put on her hip.
He dried off, the towel felt like a slice of heaven. He had been on the road for years, centuries in fact. Creature comforts were hard to come by on occasion. He dressed in an outfit similar to yesterday, black pants, clean white short-sleeved shirt, black boots, his black scaled jacket (scorched basilisk leather, bugger put up quite the fight), and of course his hat and goggles.
He smiled as he watched her bathe, she looked gorgeous, her hair framing her slender body. He was tempted to call of today's plan and just spend the rest of it with her, in bed. But his vengeance called, this would be over soon. He eyes the leathers that Ilea had created for herself. As lovely as they were, they were a tad conspicuous. And the whole point of today was to fly under the radar, and gain some much-needed information. He had the feeling that this outfit was a bit of a uniform for her, much like he always wore and identical outfit.
"Today, we're going to scout out my target's new location. And leave him a little gift...I've already received word of where the base is, but I hate flying in to do a job blind." He paused, eyeing her. "And as sexy as you look in your leathers, and with you hair around you, could you wear something a bit more muted?... And braid back your hair? It's going to get in the way while we're flying."
As there was a very small chance the guardians of the new base would let them in, particularly if they recognized Ilea, he was going to use the information Helene had given him to punch a hole in the sky with his flames. He hated making portals, it was iffy work, and last time he had done one he had accidentally ended up in the middle of the lair of a very angry spider demon. But, as long as Helene had given his the correct coordinates, they'd appear in her room in a flash of black fire. Of course, he had to n** down to a field he spied in the forest for some spider lilies and roses first.
Seriously he said "Today isn't one for blood, not yet. But soon, very soon."
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 10:53 am
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As Ilea finished her shower, she considered what he wanted of her carefully, trying to come up with something that would suit the situation he presented her. She finally turned the water off and stepped out to dry off, tilting her head at her crimson leathers. After a moment, her shadows covered the leathers and changed them.
When she pulled the shadows back, the new outfit was revealed. Instead of crimson, the outfit was black. It was still mostly leather, but something more suited to a 'companion' of sorts. The top was a full leather bodice with a dark gray silk chemise to go under it; instead of the leather shorts, she would now be wearing a pair of leather pants; instead of her favorite boots, the black leather formed a pair of low-heeled boots that would lace up to just below her knees. Her shadows shifted again to put her hair into an intricate braid that fell down her back.
She moved to put the outfit on and revealed that it was certainly less conspicuous than her favored crimson, but would still fit in very nicely where they were going. She considered the fact that he had to have gotten her from the Re base and, after a moment more of consideration, she formed a replica of their golden slave collars, complete with chain leash attached to it. This one, of course, was a 'dud' as far as blocking her powers. But it would explain her outfit and give them the perfect excuse for exploring the new base: looking for a hidden location for a tryst.
She held out the collar to him with a raised eyebrow, "I can always make transport that much easier for you. All I need is a location and I can use the shadows to get us there," she offered simply, finding that her desire had increased the moment she'd thought of the collar and leash. It had taken a great deal of effort on her part not to create a set of cuffs as well... |
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 11:55 am
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Malphas took the chain into his hand, then realized when the cold metal touched his hand, that had yet to pull on his gloves. Clever of her, they would be able to blend in quite well now indeed. He fished out the the black leather gloves and pulled them on, no point in getting scratched while picking flowers now. He pressed a kiss to Ilea's forehead. "That's sweet of you to offer, but I could use a good stretch after last night. Nothing like an adrenaline rush anyway." He chuckled softly, then pulled down his goggles.
He led her outside the door and onto the landing, and took Ilea into his arms, she weighed so little, "Loop your arms around my neck, and don't let go until we reach the ground. Don't want you speared on a tree somewhere like a morbid marshmallow." He said with a smile, anticipating the flight.
Flying was always a thrill for him, the wind whistling past his ears, the exhilaration. Once she was ready, he snapped his wings open and took off, not rocketing through the trees the way he did when he was feeling reckless, but quickly nonetheless. Hair-pin turns, sudden drops, and a whole manner of twists were required to make it to the field in one piece, and he executed them perfectly.
Their stop at the field of spider lilies was a short one, Malphas swiftly cut a single spider lily, then a lone Rose, and tied them both together with a scrap ribbon. Then he swept Ilea into his arms again, admittedly, he liked having her so close to him. This time when he took off, he went straight up, his ears popping once. Then he focused on his target, forming a ring of black fire in the air beneath them, and let gravity do the rest. For a few heart-racing seconds, he tucked his wings in and let them fall into the small hole he had made. They would land right-side up on their feet, the corresponding portal opening up in the floor of Helene's room in a flash of black flame.
[[Exit to Pillow room]]
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 12:10 pm
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Ilea and Malphas appeared in the treehouse through a shadow cast by the bed, her hands around his waist, him holding the other end of the leash still attached to her mock-up collar. She'd enjoyed the trip to the base on alot of levels, though few would have recognized the trip as anything enjoyable. But for her, torture, death, a show of strength and power, those were very enticing. And a major turn on.
So she'd been in an aroused state from the moment he'd killed Helene and it hadn't faded at all.
She pulled back a bit to look up at him then used her shadows to make them a proper little 'home': there was now a large four-poster bed complete with curtains and attachments at the posts, a full sized shower that would never run out of hot water, plush and comfortable furniture in the rest of the room, roaring stone fireplace, warm and soft rugs under their feet.
She lowered her face a bit as she stepped back so he could look around a bit more then offered him a teasingly shy smile from one side as she peeked up at him and raised one hand to show him the cuffs she'd also made, complete with chain between them and spots to attach them to the bed. She dangled those from one finger then raised one eyebrow as the key to those cuffs and the collar appeared on a chain around his neck, wondering if he'd take the enticement or want to explore the room a bit more... |
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 11:25 am
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Malphas' eyes flickered briefly around the room, taking in the changes. It certainly wasn't what he was expecting, but it was nice. He didn't really mind living on the rougher side of things, but if Ilea wanted it, then he wasn't about to stop her. A small part of him wondered if she'd continue to live here, alone, once he was gone. Somehow the thought bothered him more than it should have, a small pain suddenly working it's way into his chest. Strange.
Before he could dwell on the matter, a small movement from Ilea's direction brought him back to the present. He grinned widely when he saw the glint of the freshly-made handcuffs, and felt the light pressure of a key suspended on a chain around his neck.
"Ironic isn't it? After being so good today, I get the feeling that you're asking for some punishment." He stepped closer to her, cupped her face with his hand before leaning down and just barely brushing his lips against hers. "Although, I suppose that depends on your perspective hm?" He rested his forehead against hers as he lifted the chain-cuffs from her hand. "Because right now this feels like a reward."
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 12:35 pm
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Ilea gave him a small smile and a shrug of one shoulder without otherwise moving away from him, "It does boil down to perspective, Mas-... Malphas. My perspective is that you are pleased with what you have accomplished today. I simply wish to add to that," she said softly to him then shifted her head to give his lips a featherlight kiss of her own before stepping away from him to tilt her head slightly as she looked up at him for a moment, silently assessing what little she was getting through the master/servant bond.
"You don't like the changes, though..." she said in a soft, thoughtful tone then tried to figure out where she'd gone wrong with the changes she'd made.
It wasn't the cuffs or the key... It was the changes to the treehouse...
Once she realized that, her shadows moved again. The furniture in the rest of the room shifted to something more rustic, seemingly made of whole pieces of wood carved from one tree a section at a time but polished to a high shine; the rugs disappeared and were replaced by a simple wooden floor in better repair; the bed shifted to something that matched the rest of the house, but with better reinforcements as well as the attachments for any restraints he might decide to use on her, though the attachments and reinforcements were well hidden unless one looked for them.
She left the shower the way it was, though, hoping he wouldn't mind the hot water.
She watched his face as she made the changes, though, proving that she simply wanted to please him, "Is this better? More to your liking?" she asked him, her soft voice telling him that she'd made the changes for him instead of herself. |
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 10:40 am
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At Ilea's last question, something that had been growing inside of him tore. A small as it was, it hurt. He dropped the handcuffs and wrapped Ilea in a tight hug, jut needing her close for a moment.
Why was he feeling something other than anger? Something other than the cold satisfaction he had been chasing for so long? When had guilt worked its way into his skull?
Malphas stroked the intricate braid Ilea had put into her hair this morning as his prompting. She was so perfect, so soft despite all that had happened to her, so obedient despite the fact what bound them should have any sane creature screaming for release, selfless despite the fact that he was using her as a means to an end. The fact that she fit perfectly against his chest had not escaped him, nor that her scent was almost intoxicating if he got close enough.
He had been faithful to Deluge for so long, always done as he had asked, always giving more to him than Malphas could expect some form of thanks for. In the past, the thanks he had received for literally burning mountains if necessary extended to a nod. Maybe a half-kind word if he got lucky. Perhaps the lack of affection made Malphas hunger for it even more, forming him into a follower, a devotee unmatched.
But absence over such a length of time doesn't necessarily make the heart fonder, perhaps the constant fury left Malphas hollow, craving something he hadn't found. What did he want?
Was all of this really worth it? The question flashed through him, but was stopped short, of course the answer was yes. Deluge was worth it. Malphas had no room to be selfish to the extent he had briefly considered.
His arms around Ilea slackened, he had probably bruised her a bit considering how tightly he had been gripping her. "It's fine babe. I'm just a bit preoccupied..." He stepped away from her and picked up the handcuffs from where they had fallen. "Want to help me forget for a bit?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 11:29 am
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Ilea relaxed into the hug, finding the sudden embrace both startlingly unexpected and strangely comforting. She didn't care how tightly he was holding her. Just the fact that he was doing so was what had startled her. Then he was running his hand over her hair in a gesture that she could have considered soothing. But that, she was more familiar with. It was much like the way Goh used to pet her when she was kneeling beside his throne or had done something right.
She set her arms around his waist as he held her, wondering what had prompted the sudden hug but knowing better than to ask. So she simply waited in silence and gave him a curious look when he finally released her. When he said the changes were fine, she felt a thrill go through her and had to smile over it.
Then he picked the cuffs up again and she held her wrists out to him with a slight tilt of her head and answered his question simply, hoping her answer would be enough, "Always, Malphas," she told him in a soft whisper as she watched him.
Her mind raced with several things, all of them revolving around him. How would he want to remove her clothes? Should she take them off before he cuffed her, or let him cut them off, or use her shadows to do it again? What else could she do that would help him forget for a little bit?
She finally moved up to him and gently moved his hair back as she met his eyes, then did something she wasn't used to. She gave him a gentle kiss to his cheek then repeated the action to the other cheek and his forehead before pulling back to look into his eyes again, her hands resting over his neck on either side, just below his ears. After a brief moment, she moved up on her toes again to give his lips a gentle kiss as well before settling on her feet to meet his eyes again.
"Whatever you need, Malphas, I am here to give it to you. If you need to forget everything for a little while, I will help you do that. If you want an army of undead to serve your desire for vengeance, I will create it. If you want to see blood flow, I will only ask if it is mine you wish to see or that of another then I will give it to you. Just tell me what you want. Please..." she said softly as her eyes searched his.
Those crimson eyes said more than her words did, though. Those eyes showed him that she was telling him the absolute truth. That she would do absolutely anything for him, even open her own veins if it would make him happy.
After all, she'd shed her blood often enough for Goh, so she was used to that. She'd created armies before, screamed until she had no voice left, even seduced others so he could gain more power. Anything to make him happy. In the end, though, she hadn't pleased Goh enough, hadn't been enough for him.
"Please..." she whispered this time, doing her best to keep her emotions contained but failing miserably. He would be able to see it in her blood-red eyes that she didn't want to fail to be enough this time, "Please... Tell me what I can do," she stopped there before she said too much. |
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