Snowflakes

Snowflakes


Running along the keep outer wall, Lisette bursts through the doorway with a surge of magic. Finding a scallop on the stone parapet to tuck in behind, she calls for the pit of shades to consume the invaders below. The dwarfs, humans and high elves are slowly creeping back from the keep walls. The air of defeat radiates from their masses as they almost sluggishly retreat.

Lisette targets a dwarven engineer, and smiling, shoots a Doom Bolt to finish him off. She then strafes along looking for her next target, but they are all out of the range of her spells. She hears the order "Do not chase!!!" echo through the battleground and her anger builds as she imagines jumping off the wall and snaring those falling behind the surge.

"That means you too my dear". As always, he is near. Her healer. Her lover.

A finger traces the line of her spine from the base of her neck down to her waist.

The day's frustrations surge to the surface and she immediately pulls away from him, "You are dampening the power of my magic" she says angrily walking away from him, then calling over her shoulder, "I cant concentrate and call the dark when you are touching me like that".

Walking briskly away, she leaves him standing on the wall alone and goes find a place to rest for the next few hours.

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Relatively secure until the next push, they are given their leave until 3rd watch. Everywhere, the destruction army was celebrating wildly, drinking, laughing, brawling playfully as if the day's carnage had never happened.

She can feel the ice on her skin as she climbs the stairs to the tower room. The gold in her pocket depleted from the expense of a private place to sleep for the night. Lisette can still feel the dark magic swirling through her blood, her instinct to pursue and not hold and defend. Entering the tiny room, she walks over to the table and chair by the small slit of a window. Struggling to remove her pack, she roughly pulls the bag off, throwing it with much force against the wall, talismans spilling all over the floor, "Curses!" she growls hotly.

"Tsk tsk my little hellcat. What has you so fired up?"

Alexivorn.

So self absorbed she didn't even sense him. He could have been a Witch Hunter and she would be dead.

"Hush, or you will feel my claws, Disciple!" she replies in her dark mood.

"But i what if I want to feel your claws?" he suggestively banters.

"There is so much dark in me right now, i wouldn't get too close. I could knock you back out that door, over the edge, to your death." Lisette motions towards the outer door leading to the balcony. Gods, he infuriated her at times!

She turns to face him. No wonder she had not seen him. His dark grey clothing and midnight black hair had allowed him to subtly blend into the shadows. He leans against the wall by a small pallet on the floor, the "bed" that had cost her 10 gold in support of "keep defense".

He smiles a lazy smile, taking a step towards her, "You are so lovely when you are angry." Another step closer, "I was watching you today, prowling the edges of the battlefield," He keeps moving still closer, "waiting for an unsuspecting straggler to wander into range. The way you look when you are casting the final blow....like a radiant goddess of death." He reaches for her but she turns away, showing him her back.

Then he puts his hands on her waist.

The nerve! Son of an Orc. Bastard.

She plans to give him a little sting, calling up some surging pain but her dark magic has built up so much that the spell backlashes smacking sharply back at her. At them. It feels like a thousand whips hitting all over her body at once. It surges through Lisette and into Alexivorn. Though his pain is diffused by her, she still hears his grunt of discomfort and then a deep breath to steady himself. "It's ok you can fight me," he says quietly.

"Let go of me!!", she cries. At the same time, ice spikes rise from the floor and a million tiny ice crystals, one more beautiful than the next rain, down on Alexivorn and Lisette. The room glows briefly as if lit by a million pinprick sized candles, and then the light is gone as fast as it came. Snowflakes.

"Of course my dear", Alexivorn smiles, recognizing her veiled request immediately, "Whatever you wish." and with that, he roughly releases her waist only to grab a hold of her wrists and yank them back behind her locking them in a tight grip with one hand. She feels him hesitate and wait for her sign to be sure this is what she wants, what she needs. Again she summons snowflakes, the air dancing with radiant glimmer, and answers back sharply, "I said, let go", as she struggles in his grasp relishing the feel of his strength. Lex's other hand wraps around in front of her and pulls her roughly back where he attacks her neck with his teeth biting down hard in three successive scrapes. The pain shocks her and excites her, urging her to fight.

Lisette uses all her strength to strain against him, trying to twist and dance her way out of his hold but he will not let her go. Her breath is ragged as she exerts herself. His is calm and measured, barely any effort required to restrain her. It feels so good to get the fight out. She jabs her elbows back into his chest but he is holding her too tight. He is so strong she thinks to herself as she tries to use her weight to move him but it only makes him grip her tighter, then she notices his arm. So unfair.... she looks down at the muscles of his forearm that imprisons her and her instinct is drawn from fight to something far more primal entirely.

She stills for a moment, only temporarily distracted. She still wants to fight, but she carefully plans her next move. Lex takes the opportunity to release his hold a little and move his hand up to stroke her soft hair, twining his fingers through it, though he is no fool. He keeps her wrists clamped in his other hand, just in case. Seizing the chance for surprise, she twists her body quickly but is thwarted by his reflex to grab a handful of hair and yank it back to keep her restrained. Damn him. She is excited already and can feel a tinge of wetness between her legs.

Her neck now exposed again, he scrapes his beard across her delicate skin tickling her mercilessly, then murmurs, "Do you surrender?"

"No" she says measured for effect, "Curse you."

Using his body to move her, he guides her in the direction of the straw filled pallet as she struggles. Still holding her wrists he pulls off her skirt and grasping the thin strip of fabric from the front, pulls at it using his foot to leverage the tearing of it. He quickly and expertly binds her wrists. His mouth kisses down her spine and nibbles at the small of her back. His hands are now free to roam over her backside and down her legs and back up again with maddening slowness. His hands slip off her panties, letting them fall to the ground.

Lisette feels his hot mouth move over her skin. So soothing to what angers her, yet disappointed she couldn't even resist him for a few minutes. Oh how she wanted him! Was she so much his slave? No, it was more complicated. He was her servant, willing to do anything she asked to give her pleasure even provide a private place to give up her control. And she still wanted too fight.

Spinning quickly she twirls around, her knee coming within inches of making contact with his jaw but again, he is too fast for her as he grasps her leg. "You're not playing nice" he says with a small laugh. Lisette tries not to match his grin, though it is so difficult as Lex rarely so much as twitches in the direction of a smile. He uses his grip on the underside of her knee to pull her close to him, her hands still bound, her leg held up to his waist, she is vulnerable yet again.

"Please" she snickers disdainfully," I'm not even using magic!!"

"That would be most unfair", he replies.

"Unlike binding my wrists. That is fair" she adds.

"It's absolutely necessary", Lex sets his free hand to seek slowly between her legs. His deliberate positioning of her imprisoned leg has spread her apart to the mercy of his fingers. He teases her clit, rolling it between his fingers. "You are so wet already" he whispers, his voice cracking with undisguised desire, "I could take you right now". He presses his hips to her and she feels the push of his hardness against her side. Leaning in, he brushes her forehead lightly with his lips, then her temple, along the side of her face and down, trailing along her jawline at last, to her lips where he places a quick kiss and then stops. He is close enough she can feel his breath on her mouth but he is no longer kissing. Instead, he is focused on his fingers playing between her legs. Every little tingle of pleasure making her breathe still faster, sharing the expelled breath with him.

Alexivorn releases her leg and kneels down in front of her. Sweet torture Lis thinks to herself as she feels his tongue slide along the cleft between her legs. Wasting no time, his fingers pull her pussy lips apart as he presses his tongue hard against her clit in long slow strokes. She shudders with pleasure he draws her into his mouth, sucking gently, letting a whimper of defeat escape her lips. Curse him!, she realises she has shown her surrender as he reaches behind to untie her arms. She twines her fingers through his hair as he licks and sucks on her pussy, no longer caring to fight. Lis shifts her hips, parting her legs a little more, just enough so he can thrust his tongue inside her, her moans and breathing guiding his stroking tongue as the delight builds inside her. His fingers move to massage her clit in slow circles and again spread her wide and pull up as his tongue finds and strokes her throbbing pink flesh. She ardently presses her fingers into his neck as she orgasms with a contented sigh. Submission isn't so bad after all.

Her satisfaction is only brief. The need for more compels her to start to untying the fastenings of his leather armor. She is too impatient by far, and pulls at him to stand again so she can feverishly undress him. She wants to feel his body against hers, to feel his hard muscles under her hands. He grabs her by the hair and leads her into an all consuming kiss. She can taste herself in his mouth and the need grows even more frantic, her hands fumble in frustration with his layers of clothing and armor until it is all off. His hands at her hips now, he pulls her down on top of him in a swift motion as he lowers to a sitting position on the waiting pallet.

Astride his lap, Lisette squirms, now fighting again, but this time to position herself to slide onto him. But Lex holds her firmly away, kissing and licking her neck and shoulders and not allowing her what she wants, "Please" she begs him breathlessly. "Lex please! I need you". She hears an animal sound from deep in his throat, his hot breath against her shoulder. He roughly pulls her down, sweet fulfilment as he impales her on his hard cock. The force and shock of the penetration releases her own feral feminine cry. She wraps her legs around his waist, feeling the full length of his hardness filling her, stretching her completely.

His hands roam over her back. The stillness feels like eons until he starts to move in her. Holding her tight in his embrace, his lips find hers for a slow languid kiss as he rocks her gently. She stays wrapped around him, arms, legs, clinging to him for life. She is so full of him that each fraction of his movement causes her to tighten making the feeling even more intense. As the friction teases and taunts, she gasps little moans into his mouth over and over.

Lex releases his hold and leans back on one hand thrusting his hips up against her. She cant believe he could possibly go deeper, but she is filled even more. As the waves of orgasm pulse over her, she moans a long deep sound of satisfaction.

"Thats right. Purr for me, my kitten, I've got you", Lex assures, pulling her back into a tight hold. Some of the ache of release has left her body but it's not enough. She sighs as she wraps her arms around her lover, resting her head on his shoulder as they pause in a still embrace. They are completely motionless except for the lightly throbbing squeezes enveloping his hardness and the rise and fall of their breathing. Cradling her body, he leans into her and carries her down to the pallet, carefully so as not to slide out of her.

Positioned over her, he moves slowly, sliding his cock in and out of her as he holds her gaze, their bodies close. He knows what she wants and she tries not to be too frustrated with his excruciatingly slow pace. Her hips rise to meet every thrust letting him know she is ready. He is still holding her and has not yet moved. "Are you ready?" he inquires, followed by a hard forceful thrust. One hand firmly caresses her arm from shoulder to wrist, and then quickly jerks the wrist, forcing a bend at the elbow pinning her wrist to the pallet with his strong hand.

"Yes I am ready", she says hotly.

Lex follows the same path on the other arm, now both her arms pinned. Her arms sink into the pallet as Lex raises himself up on his arms pushing down on her. He slowly pulls all the way out of her and then slams back inside her. Lisette wriggles in delicious agony. "I'm ready". She scolds urgently, staring him down, she is so very tempted to use her magic but she decides better of it. Her eyes flash as she thinks of all the spells she could zap him with.

Alexivorn leans down and whispers, "My sweet sorceress, tell me what you want"

"You know what I want!" she growls back at him.

He laughs quietly, "You are so lovely like this" he says as he kisses her neck, just below her ear. Then his teeth pull her earlobe into his mouth sucking it briefly, "So delicious".

She shivers slightly and whispers "Lex" then a pause for a sharp intake of breath, "Fuck me" exhale.

He pulls out slightly and then thrusts, repeating a few times to find the right depth. She watches him push up, supporting himself on his arms as he moves over her finding the right position. He is watching her intently. At first she sighs a little contented sigh as she feels the friction of his varied movements. She pulls her bent legs up and adjusts her hips as he plunges into her over and over, his thrusts deepening and changing until he finds the place that makes her moan out loud. He releases her arms and she stretches above her head to brace them against the wall arching her back slightly. His cock is buried in her to the hilt. His pace is increasing, faster and harder, as he relentlessly pounds into her. She is so breathless, each thrust knocking the air from her lungs with a tiny cry.

Lisette observes Lex through veiled lashes. The sight of his flexing muscles as he moves, his body taught and tight, so different from her own, so beautifully male. Designed to please her. This what it feels like to be taken by a man. She closes her eyes for a brief few seconds and then it comes, the release she needs. The intense shattering release. She lets it take over her body. Lex stills, pressed deep into her, letting her squeeze him. He waits for her to stop moving then he starts again. Driving into her depths, resuming his thrusting the way she likes it. Hard. Fast. Deep.

Lisette can't get enough him. Her hands grip his biceps as he pounds into her. "Lex", she breathes his name interspersed between whimpers of pleasure. She digs her nails into his arms as another wave of orgasm takes her. This time he does not stop but continues fucking her as she loses control. Her climax does not stop either, it just keeps washing over her body in varying waves of intensity, fierce and then fading, but never completely stopping and then hard and tight again. He does not slow until she is spent. Lis's hands glide over his shoulders and she pulls him down closer. She traces her hands over his back. He is moving slowly within her now, enjoying every whisper of her caress. He relaxes slightly in her embrace his breathing ragged, heat radiating off his body. She closes her eyes and sighs, relishing the smooth strokes of his hard cock, arching her back as she exhales, stretching her arms up over her head. Bracing against the wall again she pushes her hips at his. "More?", he smiles.

The air surrounding them bursts into light as the ice crystals fall, cooling their bodies. Snowflakes.

"More", she demands, meeting his thrusts, "Don't ever stop".