Panting with exhaustion, Lisette sprints up the stairs. Bracing against the
wrought iron railing, she surveys the narrow road below. A sea of
Order soldiers is pushing through the bottleneck. She concentrates on
a spot on the cobblestone walk and calls forth the dark magic....a
massive maw of death appears, painfully damaging all those in its
grip. Followed by the sting of the shadow knives carving her enemies.
The darkness builds within her and she can barely control it. She
feels it lashing back at her eating away her life force. Killing her
with every cast.
Then she feels the tremor, the wave of pleasure as a surge of
healing magic washes through her, urging her on. This is unlike the
constant dull vibrations of the Destruction healing contingent. This
is her own personal targeted physic from someone so well known to her
he is a a part of herself.
Suddenly the order knight appears at her side slashing through her flesh and interrupting her cast. He bashes her with his shield and brings his sword down running through
her. Her perfect vantage point atop the landing has become a death
trap she cannot escape as he backs her to the wall yanking out his
sword. She looks over her shoulder and sees Alexivorn running up the
stairs, but he is too late, and she crumples to the ground.
Hovering in the abyss between life and death she feels a bolt of
energy pass through her as her body involuntarily rises from the
ground. Alexivorn reaches out, pulls her close to him and laughs,
"Can't I leave you alone even for a minute? I told you not to run
off." She stamps her staff to the ground and sends a painful shock
of surging pain that she knows will travel through the earth and up his
body and stop the heart of a lesser man. "Ouch, that stings!!" He
growls and pats her bum with a not so delicate slap, "Come shall we my
love? ..... We are to go house to house now."
Lisette runs down the Altdorf streets casting infernal waves
before her as they slowly push Order back down the lane. Her comrades
are looting and burning as they go. She feels uneasy knowing that the
battle for Altdorf is not going well and they have just happened upon a
relatively easy group to challenge.
Ducking into a doorway Lex chases his human prey and slashes him to
bits with his twin swords. Lisette follows him into what, was once a
pleasant little human townhouse. She observes furniture overturned, tapestries
hanging off the walls, "Someone's been through here already," she says out loud.
"We must be thorough", he answers, his sword cracking through the
ribs of the corpse at his feet, "Go look upstairs and scream if
there's trouble, I'm sure it's all clear". He motions to her with his
head as he rips the heart out of the corpse and stuffs it in his bag.
Lisette reaches the upper landing and stalks the hallway tapping
her staff on the floor to root out enemies. She opens the door to a
bedroom and quickly scans the room....nothing.
Hearing Lex's familiar footsteps she turns and watches him approach, as always the
sight of him causing her heart to skip a beat. She realizes she is
warm all over and her frosty shields have dropped. He quickly crosses
the room to her and grabs her shoulders pulling her close and saying
softly, "You had a few too many close calls today my dear. What if I
had not been there?" She loves the feeling of his hands combing
through her hair.
"But you always are", she replies.
And they kiss. Slowly at first, so familiar yet with renewed vigor every time. Then more
hungrily, ravenous even. The feel of his hands roaming her back,
squeezing her tight, his mouth drinking the air from her, is so
overwhelming she feels dizzy. The combination of battle lust, dark
magic and the touch of her lover has her in a whirlwind of pent up
excitement that she cannot dispell.
Then she hears it and they both stiffen in fear, the Waaaghcry of
the Greenskins echoes like thunder through the streets. The siege has
failed and the king goes free. The tide has turned against them, there
will be no resurrection for the fallen now.
"If you die now I won't be able to bring you back...", he whispers hoarsely,
pain surging through his voice.
She looks deeply onto Alexivorn's eyes, "I know but it's only a little death,"
she scoffs, trying to make light of it.
Alexivorn's eyes narrow and he seems lost in thought, his hards are gripping her
arms so tightly he is close to bruising her milky white skin.
"No, this is," he snarls, roughly shoving her down on the bed, hiking
up her skirt and ripping off her panties. He moves his clothing out of
the way and wrenches her legs apart, falling between her legs. He
grabs her arms and pins them above her head. The surprise of his
intense passionate outburst sets her body on fire. She wants him so
badly.
His hard cock glides up and down the entrance of her pussy and he
pauses there looking into her eyes, questioning. She answers by lifting
her hips ever so briefly to push against him, taking in only the very
tip. It is enough of an invitation and he slams into her taking her
breath away causing her to gasp loudly.
Alexivorn braces himself and pounds her hard, fast and deep. Every
thrust causes a whimper of pleasure from her lips. As the friction
builds she grips him fiercely with her thighs squeezing him hard.
"Harder" she demands through clenched teeth and he obligeges hammering
into her wetnes over and over. It is exactly what she wants and she
lets forth a torrent of moisture rhythmically squeezing him with her
internal muscles. Again and again she releases, crying out his name and
scratching his back, her nails leaving rivulets of blood in their
wake. Only to build again and release the fireworks over and
over...dying of pleasure just as he promised her.
wrought iron railing, she surveys the narrow road below. A sea of
Order soldiers is pushing through the bottleneck. She concentrates on
a spot on the cobblestone walk and calls forth the dark magic....a
massive maw of death appears, painfully damaging all those in its
grip. Followed by the sting of the shadow knives carving her enemies.
The darkness builds within her and she can barely control it. She
feels it lashing back at her eating away her life force. Killing her
with every cast.
Then she feels the tremor, the wave of pleasure as a surge of
healing magic washes through her, urging her on. This is unlike the
constant dull vibrations of the Destruction healing contingent. This
is her own personal targeted physic from someone so well known to her
he is a a part of herself.
Suddenly the order knight appears at her side slashing through her flesh and interrupting her cast. He bashes her with his shield and brings his sword down running through
her. Her perfect vantage point atop the landing has become a death
trap she cannot escape as he backs her to the wall yanking out his
sword. She looks over her shoulder and sees Alexivorn running up the
stairs, but he is too late, and she crumples to the ground.
Hovering in the abyss between life and death she feels a bolt of
energy pass through her as her body involuntarily rises from the
ground. Alexivorn reaches out, pulls her close to him and laughs,
"Can't I leave you alone even for a minute? I told you not to run
off." She stamps her staff to the ground and sends a painful shock
of surging pain that she knows will travel through the earth and up his
body and stop the heart of a lesser man. "Ouch, that stings!!" He
growls and pats her bum with a not so delicate slap, "Come shall we my
love? ..... We are to go house to house now."
Lisette runs down the Altdorf streets casting infernal waves
before her as they slowly push Order back down the lane. Her comrades
are looting and burning as they go. She feels uneasy knowing that the
battle for Altdorf is not going well and they have just happened upon a
relatively easy group to challenge.
Ducking into a doorway Lex chases his human prey and slashes him to
bits with his twin swords. Lisette follows him into what, was once a
pleasant little human townhouse. She observes furniture overturned, tapestries
hanging off the walls, "Someone's been through here already," she says out loud.
"We must be thorough", he answers, his sword cracking through the
ribs of the corpse at his feet, "Go look upstairs and scream if
there's trouble, I'm sure it's all clear". He motions to her with his
head as he rips the heart out of the corpse and stuffs it in his bag.
Lisette reaches the upper landing and stalks the hallway tapping
her staff on the floor to root out enemies. She opens the door to a
bedroom and quickly scans the room....nothing.
Hearing Lex's familiar footsteps she turns and watches him approach, as always the
sight of him causing her heart to skip a beat. She realizes she is
warm all over and her frosty shields have dropped. He quickly crosses
the room to her and grabs her shoulders pulling her close and saying
softly, "You had a few too many close calls today my dear. What if I
had not been there?" She loves the feeling of his hands combing
through her hair.
"But you always are", she replies.
And they kiss. Slowly at first, so familiar yet with renewed vigor every time. Then more
hungrily, ravenous even. The feel of his hands roaming her back,
squeezing her tight, his mouth drinking the air from her, is so
overwhelming she feels dizzy. The combination of battle lust, dark
magic and the touch of her lover has her in a whirlwind of pent up
excitement that she cannot dispell.
Then she hears it and they both stiffen in fear, the Waaaghcry of
the Greenskins echoes like thunder through the streets. The siege has
failed and the king goes free. The tide has turned against them, there
will be no resurrection for the fallen now.
"If you die now I won't be able to bring you back...", he whispers hoarsely,
pain surging through his voice.
She looks deeply onto Alexivorn's eyes, "I know but it's only a little death,"
she scoffs, trying to make light of it.
Alexivorn's eyes narrow and he seems lost in thought, his hards are gripping her
arms so tightly he is close to bruising her milky white skin.
"No, this is," he snarls, roughly shoving her down on the bed, hiking
up her skirt and ripping off her panties. He moves his clothing out of
the way and wrenches her legs apart, falling between her legs. He
grabs her arms and pins them above her head. The surprise of his
intense passionate outburst sets her body on fire. She wants him so
badly.
His hard cock glides up and down the entrance of her pussy and he
pauses there looking into her eyes, questioning. She answers by lifting
her hips ever so briefly to push against him, taking in only the very
tip. It is enough of an invitation and he slams into her taking her
breath away causing her to gasp loudly.
Alexivorn braces himself and pounds her hard, fast and deep. Every
thrust causes a whimper of pleasure from her lips. As the friction
builds she grips him fiercely with her thighs squeezing him hard.
"Harder" she demands through clenched teeth and he obligeges hammering
into her wetnes over and over. It is exactly what she wants and she
lets forth a torrent of moisture rhythmically squeezing him with her
internal muscles. Again and again she releases, crying out his name and
scratching his back, her nails leaving rivulets of blood in their
wake. Only to build again and release the fireworks over and
over...dying of pleasure just as he promised her.
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