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Sept 8, 2017 3:49:40 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Sept 8, 2017 3:49:40 GMT
Akir had nearly forgotten about his telepathic ability, and was momentarily startled by it. She smirked, amused by the idea of him randomly talking to her at any point in time. She could see how it’d get annoying, but Gabriel hardly seemed like the person to actively bug her. Akir had no idea how to keep in contact with him though, besides using a pidgeon. Maybe. Hell, she never recalled a time where she needed to keep in contact with someone, and therefore was slightly unsure of how staying in contact even worked. Oh well, she’d figure it out.
“I c’n th’nk of worse ways to be bo’hered,” she joked. The idea that he could communicate with her from anywhere seemed…..very useful. Maybe not for her so much, but for him, the possibilities seemed limitless. She had no idea that someone could block it, so in Akir’s mind she figured he was able to talk to whomever he wished, whenever. For a political leader, it seemed like a really important tool.
She frowned, but nodded at the slight warning that Gabriel gave her, realizing he probably realized how infatuated she was with the Boil as her home. It wasn’t as if she kept her love of it a secret. The idea of not being in the sun seemed…odd, as she loved the day just as much as the night. It also seemed like a challenge that would have to be overcome in some way, since it was very difficult to avoid the sun in the desert. But switching her lifestyle to traveling before the sun came up to high, like she had been the past few days, didn’t seem so bad, especially with gaining an additional 700 years on her life-span, stronger magic. Speaking of magic…
“So h’mans nee’ an ar’ifac’ in or’er to cha’nel mag’c. I a’sume daemons don’ ha’e tha’ nee’?” That seemed like another positive to her; a longer life and the ability to use magic regardless of having a special item to access it. “I won’ l’e th’ugh, I woul’ mi’s the sun. Bu’ I’l consi’er the rep’rcu’sions cl’ser t’ wh’n I sa’e my ‘lus’ for p’wer’.” There was a hint of sarcasm to her tone, partially joking about her ambition. Though she personally took it seriously, Akir was well aware an outside wouldn’t consider her thirst to be at the top much of an accomplishment, especially in a private cult that had no political affiliations and was mostly separate from the rest of the world.
Akir shrugged playfully, grinning. “H’re, I’l come ou’ and say ‘t; I wan’ to fuck y’u. Aga’n.” He was fun, and she wanted another piece of what they’d just done hours ago. In a hushed, slightly sensual tone she added, “Oh, we’l y’u see. I li’e here. I’m use’ to san’ ge’ting wh'ere i' shoul'n' go. Y’u are th’ one tha’ can’t bl’me me wh’n san’ ge’s ever’where on y’u.”
There was an…odd pull, something she couldn’t really explain, as they continued to travel. Dawn was just beginning to break and they were close to the spot she had mentioned, but there was something off. It wasn’t malevolent, it almost felt…spiritual, similar to how she felt around her goddess’ sacred serpents. Whatever it was, the feeling was intensifying as they grew closer to their destination. Since it wasn’t malevolent, and almost felt gratifying, she didn’t mention it to Gabriel, but whatever it was it also felt similar to when she used her magic. Oddly enough, it even felt like there was a very, very specific spot she was supposed to go to, like something there was waiting for her.
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Sept 8, 2017 9:03:04 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Sept 8, 2017 9:03:04 GMT
"You say that now, but for all you know I'm really annoying and have a direct line into your head." He was grinning though, clearly joking. He bothered Hadjara infrequently with his telepathy but other than that it was a purely utilitarian magic, meant to be useful. And useful it was; Gabriel had many, many reasons for wanting to keep in contact across distance, and given his lack of patience, Litharia's main methods of communication - letter and birds - would have driven him to distraction.
"Daemons do live here," he added, clarifying his earlier warning and giving voice to what he'd previously only thought to himself.
"I mean, I'm here visiting. And others stay for good...not many, but some. Your weakness to the sun is individual too - we all suffer from it, to an extent, but some much worse than others. Turn mostly nocturnal and be careful about where you travel during the day, and it'd be manageable unless you have the misfortune of being unusually sensitive." Unfortunately there would be no way to tell before the change happened, and there was also no way of knowing what influenced someone's personal tolerance to the sun. Gabriel would guess that, as someone who had lived in the desert her whole life, Akir would have a better chance than most of some level of tolerance. But there was really no telling, not for sure.
"Right, no artifacts. Humans steal their magic from the Fae. Daemon magic is innate, it's not even connected to the land like the Fae's. It's ours and ours alone." The Fae were actually more powerful, magically speaking, here in Litharia because they derived their power from the very world they shaped and were shaped by in turn. But, take a Fae out of Litharia and they'd lose their magic altogether - dying in the process, probably. Take a Daemon out and they carried their magic with them. There was a reason the portal was only one way - that only Daemons could come here, and not the other way for the Fae.
"It feels completely different. Your magic is separate to you - yours to access, as long as you have an artifact, but not part of you. Daemon magic is inherent to who we are. Hard to put into words, but I have magic that is not my own, and that magic doesn't feel the same." This was his gifted magic, the rare abilities given by Gods. Gabriel had also spent a short time as a Human - a much rarer change than the one from Human to Daemon - but he didn't bring this up, as it wasn't something he enjoyed reminiscing about.
"Good. I want to fuck you again, too." Another grin, the statement brazen and confident, said without hesitation though replete with mischief. And he only grinned wider at her words regarding the sand.
"Stone skin. A little sand never bothered me."
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Sept 10, 2017 17:27:49 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Sept 10, 2017 17:27:49 GMT
“I m’an, if I foun’ y’u a’noy’nh we woul’nt be ha’ing th’s con’ersation and I woul’ ha’e slep’ wi’h y’u and lef’,” she brazenly added with humor. Akir’s routine with men was generally very straight forward and quick; flirt, fuck, leave. There were very few that she was interested in keeping around, and Gabriel was one of them. Maybe it was just his bardic magic at work, maybe not, or maybe it was some sort of mix. Either way she found him endearing, funny. She liked his brazen personality and his sense of over-confidence.
Akir supposed it made sense that some daemons had different levels of tolerance to the sun. She couldn’t recall how many she’d seen in the Boil that were exposed to the sun, especially with how intense the heat was. Still. Part of her wondered if she was even willing to risk having a low tolerance to it. It would severely affect traveling, especially since it was nearly impossible to travel to the temple just during the night.
Despite that one ‘bad’ possibility, Gabriel was doing a good job of convincing her how it was worth it. On top of all the benefits, they were also not bound to using magic via an artifact. That was one thing Akir had always considered a burden; she had to take her circlet with her wherever she went.
This was all speculation though. It could take years till she would even consider it seriously. For now, it was just pure speculation, but regardless she was thankful to be getting some of the information. Some of what he said didn’t make complete sense to her, but she didn’t bother prying about it. If he wanted to tell her, he would.
“Though I lo’e my mag’c wi’h snakes, I d’ l’ke th’ id’a of be’ng able t’ man’pulate o’hers, yeah? Wha’ par’ of y’u gran’s y’u tha’ mag’c?” Would she ever give up her magical abilities? Probably not without a lot of lot before hand, but she did like the idea of taking advantage of people or even manipulating their emotions a little.
Mirroring his grin, Akir playfully rolled her eyes. “We wi’l s’e abou’ tha’.” Akir could appreciate being upfront and even a bit dirty with one another. Beating around the bush had its time and place, but this was not one of those times.
Whatever pull the shaman was feeling, it was only becoming stronger, and she unintentionally increased how much ground she covered with each step, as well as increased her pace. The direction they went, the dunes were small, but still present. After one small rise though, the small Oasis spot she had mentioned had come into view. Like she had said, it was very easy to over-look, surrounded by similarly-sized dunes. Unless you walked onto the edge of the tiny valley and looked down, it was only then you’d notice it.
Without stopping to consult Gabriel, mostly due to the odd pull she was feeling, Akir marched down the steady slope of the dun, sand rolling down in the direction they were headed with every step that she took. As they got closer though, it was easy to make out that someone was indeed there. The place was tiny: there was only one, tall tree for shade, and a small little pond for water with patches of grass surrounding it. Part of why it was so easily overlooked was due to how tiny it was. Still, Akir could make out a shape dressed in black, along with a horse that looked similar to Akir’s mare.
“Ah, I’ l’ooks l’ke on’ of my sis’ers is h’re.” As they got closer though, it was obvious that she was packing and getting ready to leave. Akir whistled in her direction, and the woman dressed very similarly to Akir looked up and whistled back. With a smile, she hurried down to flat ground and approached the other death dealer.
The woman was short, around five foot. Unlike Akir, she did not have a turban on her head and instead brazenly showed off her long, wavy black hair. The woman’s eyes were hazel, and she herself was considerably darker than Akir. Most of her neck was covered and tattoos, and it was obvious they went further past her clothes.
Grinning, Akir hugged the woman and spoke to her in the Dothraan language momentarily. “Navi! It is good to see you, sister. Are you chasing after a target?”
“Ah Akir. Should have known I’d run into you. Just killed mine, actually. Headed back to pray to see what other services Sertakyine needs of me. Who’s your friend?”
Akir looked over at Gabe and motioned to the woman. “Gabriel, th’s is o’e of my d’ar fr’ends, Navi. Navi, th’s is Gabriel.”
The woman was a bit hesitant of Gabriel, painfully aware that he was a daemon, but she was in the same faction as Akir and was an avid supporter of her ideals. Instead of being cold and distant to a stranger like she normally tended to be though, she forced a smile and nodded at him.
“A pleasure to meet you.” Unlike Akir, Navi did not have a thick Boil accent and was able to speak very clearly.
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Sept 16, 2017 0:59:58 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Sept 16, 2017 0:59:58 GMT
Gabriel arched a brow, and smiled.
"I'll consider that a compliment." The horizon was lightening now, the sun peeking over the distant dunes and painting the desert liquid gold, fiery amber. The great expanse of the desert let you see as the light crept over a once-shadowed land, until tendrils of it found the travellers moments before sunrise turned to brilliant day. The effect was instantaneous; a subtle but unmistakable drain on physical energy. For Gabriel, so vital and vibrant and endlessly energetic, it was a drag. Still, they were nearly there, it seemed.
"That's bardic magic. The magical branches are complex, though, multi-faceted. There's more than one pathway within each. Many bardic practitioners are more bent towards story-telling than manipulation, but my magic took the darker path." To an extent, anyway; Gabriel was still a masterful story-teller, and some of his magic could be shaped that way with great effect. It just so happened that with his personality, his life, the choices he'd made, control and coercion were more useful.
"For the Daemons, bardic magic is for the Golems. So it comes with certain physical traits Humans might find unusual...moonstone skin, and an inability to feel pain. Actually, no matter what Daemon you chose to become there'd be significant physical changes. Wings, horns, claws, fangs, scales or fur, changes in body temperature...Daemon biology is far more dramatic than that of Humans."
Gabriel hadn't the faintest clue why Akir seemed to be speeding up. Gradually, though, her pace had increased and by the time they neared the oasis she had directed them towards, they were practically power-walking. He glanced at her, wondering what was up, but his own pace slackened when he spotted the other traveller already there, beneath the tree. It did not do to charge into confrontations without at least thinking about it first, but it soon became clear that this was one of Akir's sisters, and - hopefully, at least - no particular threat to him.
"And you. Akir, is there any particular reason you were practically running to get here just now?"
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Sept 16, 2017 6:07:29 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Sept 16, 2017 6:07:29 GMT
Truth be told, Akir’s mind was racing and had completely gone away from the conversation about daemons. She did take in the information Gabriel was giving her, but she did not make anymore conversation about it because she just felt so…distracted. What the hell was going on? She was positive Gabriel probably sensed it, and she briefly wondered if he was growing suspicious of her. Even she wasn’t able to fully explain what it was she was feeling, but it felt innate and primal, something deep within her that was also foreign to her, just like her magic.
Her fellow death dealer sister, blushed when Gabriel acknowledged her, and sized him up so brazenly. Akir rolled her eyes, silently begging the woman not to inflate the man’s ego more even more even if it was no longer much of a bother to the shaman.
“I was just on my way out. Just stayed here over night. Look out for those damn scorpions. Woke up to two or three crawling on me. Small ones too, so one sting will kill you.” She looked from Akir to Gabriel, then back to Akir. “Or well, at least it’ll kill you. Not sure how it would affect daemons.” She shrugged and turned her back to them to climb onto her horse, who, just like Akir’s, was antsy around the Daemon Lord.
Akir smiled and, just momentarily, ignored Gabriel’s question. It wasn’t to be rude per say, but more so that she had no idea how to answer his question and was thinking on a response. “Tra’el safe, Navi.” The other woman nodded and kicked her horse’s side, leaving just as the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon and decorating the sky with different colors.
She scratched the side of her face, still confused at the odd feeling she felt. They were in the oasis now, and she felt closer to the source but…what was it? Why was she being pulled to such an insignificant little place?
Finally the shaman faced Gabriel with a look of confusion. “I…can’ rea’ly expla’n it, yeah? I f’el l’ke I’m be’ng dr’wn to some’hing. Th’re’s almos’ l’ke a very spec’fic spo’ h’re tha’ I nee’ to go to.” She felt like explaining it was sort of pointless and starting moving again. Her mare took the chance to graze as far away from Gabriel as possible. "Didn' m'an to make y'u f'el un'asy a' a'l if y'u were. Espec'a'ly wi'h on' of my sis'ers be'ng h're as we'l."
Akir, feeling antsy still, studied the small pond. It was somewhere over there….whatever it was. Without hesitation, she moved in that direction. It wouldn’t take long, as she was still pretty set on fucking Gabe again, like she’d said, and also getting some sleep before moving again, but she just had to know what was bugging her.
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Sept 17, 2017 1:13:58 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Sept 17, 2017 1:13:58 GMT
Ah, what a shame Navi wasn't staying longer. The expression Gabriel wore as the other death dealer left was faintly, but definitively, smug and satisfied. He didn't bother explaining that scorpions wouldn't get anywhere near him without being charred to a crisp, only smiled enigmatically and nodded in silent farewell as the other woman left.
"Don't forget to mention my terrifying brutality and ability to set everything on fire next time she asks about me. Which she will. I'm quite keen that your sisters only seek me out out of interest and curiosity, and not out of a desire to kill me, in future. Mistaken identity notwithstanding." He paced around the oasis as he spoke, skirting the water to rest a palm on the trunk of the tree, silent thanks for the shade. It was small, as Akir had described, but the tree was low to the ground with twisting branches thickly covered in dark green leaves and thorns. The shade was enough for passing out the heat of the day, although they'd arrived a little earlier than was ideal. That was the way of the desert though - it rarely catered to one's preferences.
"Not uneasy, no. It's fine." A little natural wariness was wise when meeting anyone new - it had very little to do with who the Human was and what she did for a living, especially now he had an understanding of how their cult worked. Killing random travellers in the desert didn't really seem like their modus operandi. Gabriel crouched alongside the water and cupped his hands to drink, taking the opportunity to refill his water skin too. The oasis was big enough to wade into, if not swim, but it was not the heat that bothered Gabriel. In fact, he loved it, and disliked water - especially cold water. A bath could be tolerated if it was searing hot but he rarely swam to cool off, far preferring to keep his body temperature as high as possible. The light of the sun, not the heat, drained his energy.
Gabriel sat then, his back to the rough trunk of the tree, legs stretched out in front of him but contained within the shade. In the early morning sunlight it was deep and cool beneath the thorny tree and he sighed happily - if not for the sand it would have even been comfortable. Hands behind his head, he watched as Akir moved around the pool almost as if in a trance. He'd seen this before - had been with Hadjara when she found her familiars. He knew Akir was the same cast as she had been before turning into a Daemon, and further knew she carried no familiars with her yet. So he thought he had a reasonable guess of what was going on.
"Snakes, right? Look for something that hisses. I reckon you might have found a new friend." Gabriel did not really understand shamanic magic, felt no draw to that branch, and was disinterested in pets. But he was at least familiar with the process. Idly, he wondered why so many of the people he met seemed so into scaly reptiles. What was wrong with a nice cat?
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Sept 17, 2017 3:09:48 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Sept 17, 2017 3:09:48 GMT
“Oh don’ wor’y. I’ll pro’ably be te’ling th’m the wh’le s’ory abou’ wha’ ha’pen, jus’ so they can ge’ a kick ou’ of it, yeah?” Akir was never afraid to own up to her mistakes. Mistakes made for great stories when one didn’t die from them, and the best stories were the near-death ones. She wasn’t sure if she’d even been so close to dying as when she and Gabriel had their little squabble. She’d nearly commented on how it was hard for anyone to not be interested with the way that he looked and with what he was hiding underneath the clothes, but decided not to. Something told her he already knew that.
While he made himself comfortable, she kept searching for this specific…whatever it was that she was intent on finding. Already she’d seen a few scorpions that Navi had mentioned to her, but they were of no concern till she was going to sleep. Scorpions only stung when provoked, much like how snakes only bit when threatened, so she merely kept tract of where they were in relation to her steps.
It’d almost seemed like Gabriel knew exactly what was going on. Was she looking for a snake? Yes. Yes, that felt right somehow. There was a bush on the opposite side where Gabe was sitting in the shade, and immediately she felt a pull to reach down and pull out whatever was there. As she knelt down, there was a deep hiss, but not one of a threatening nature. Akir’s magic was centered on snakes never bothering her, and she knew no such thing as fear with them. It was almost as if whatever was using the bush for cover was responding to her, like it felt a pull as well.
There was a little reluctancy to reach her hand under the shrub due to the scorpions, but she held her breath and did so anyways. This magic-like feeling was maddening and she needed to be rid of it. As if on cue, Akir could feel the familiar sensation of a snake crawling onto her hand and slithering up her arm, and as she pulled it out from under the shrub she couldn’t help but grin.
The snake was quite beautiful and common in the Boil, though only in places where there was water. It was a Boil Cobra, with the usual hood appearance that many cobras had. It was thick in width and long in length, around four feet or so. Most of its scales were shaded charcoal, with patches of yellow namely around its face and the front part of its hood. There was also an iridescent yellow shine to the charcoal scales at the rising sun glinted off of them.
Gabriel had been right; this was what she’d been searching for. The snake raised its head up and looked her directly in the eyes, as if the two of them were making that magical connection that happened between shamans and familiars. In consistent motions, the snake’s tongue flicked in and out, smelling her. Moments passed till the snake seemed satisfied and slithered off her arm and back onto the patchy grassed floor. It continued to watch her with its head raised, but it seemed well aware of her satisfaction of getting that feeling off her chest and was more inclined to do some hunting rather than hanging around her.
Satisfied and smiling, Akir stretched and yawned, her sleep schedule completely off from the past few days, and moved over to where Gabriel was sitting in the shade. It felt easy to make physical contact with him, so she didn’t really hesitate to plop onto the floor, lying down on her back and resting her head in his lap, grinning mischievously up at him with a brazen hint of desire and sensuality.
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Sept 23, 2017 4:19:23 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Sept 23, 2017 4:19:23 GMT
Gabriel grinned.
"The whole story? Be detailed, then. I do like it when my reputation precedes me." The fight at the ruins was one thing, but Gabriel's real appeal had been on show ever since. The healer, the hotel, the illusions, the sex. If he was going to be part of someone's story, he liked to think it would be multi-faceted, and interesting. Stretching out under the tree Gabriel luxuriated in the relief of the shade and watched Akir explore the oasis, drawn by a magic only she could feel. She was beautiful in a way that fit the desert; she looked so at home here, so much a part of the harsh landscape, a person carved from the sands. He was right about the familiar bond, too, and her finding the snake didn't surprise him at all.
More fun than just admiring from a distance, though, was admiring up close. Gabriel looked down at Akir when she lay across him and smiled, immediately playful though he didn't move at first, hands still behind his head. Her yawning set him off too and he realised they hadn't had hardly any sleep, despite having the hotel room for hours - he'd never paid attention to when he drifted off but they'd woken when it was still dark. Sleeping again probably wouldn't be a terrible idea, but with the way Akir was looking at him he was struggling to resist using the time for something a little more energetic...
Eventually, he settled on a compromise.
"Come here." It wasn't commanding or controlling, but inviting, the way that he asked, as he pulled Akir up so that she was straddling him and they were facing each other. Gentle fingers, exploring, unhurried, skimmed the curve of her waist and small of her back, the ridge of her spine. Leaning forward slightly he kissed the column of her throat, her jaw, the corner of her lips, heated but slow, supremely unhurried. Then he kissed her properly, sensual and almost lazy, as if there was all the time in the world. There was no rush, no urgency, just languid luxurious enjoyment, and the taste of cool oasis water.
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Sept 23, 2017 22:42:15 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Sept 23, 2017 22:42:15 GMT
Akir rolled her eyes with amusement. “Mos’ of th’ s’ory.” She wasn’t sure her sisters would appreciate hearing every detail about them having sex, but they’d probably interested in some of the more intimate details about him exclusively. Hell, maybe she’d even tell the story to those in the other faction just to get them riled up and pissed that she’d slept with a daemon. Or maybe not. That wasn’t really the best way to become her goddess’ left hand among their cult. Their order wasn’t about ‘whoever was the strongest was their leader’. It was a lot more complex than that, as well as spiritual.
The invite to close the distance between her and Gabriel was all to tempting, and next thing she knew Akir was straddling him, playing with him. Her hands were exploring under his shirt, along his lean muscles and beautiful skin. Like him, she was slow and in no rush, merely enjoying the sensation of being pressed against him. Every small kiss she left him with, Akir was grinning from the nice, tingling sensation they left on her skin. Truth be told, she was a little too tired to do much more than some hot and heavy kissing and exploring, but it was still enjoyable nonetheless. She loved the feeling of his moonstone skin, the experienced touch of his hands and lips.
She pulled one of her hands away from holding one of his shoulders and instead brought it up to his face, cupping it ever so gently and moving her face in closer for a deep kiss, tongue playing with Gabriel’s as she explored the familiarity of his mouth. The hand on his face slowly slid up and into his hair, gently tugging. Her other hand, while she was still making out with him, slid down along his chest and abdomen and just under the waistline of his trousers. Momentarily, she pulled away from his mouth, look up into his brilliant eyes with a coy expression of her own. Her tone was a hushed whisper. "I c'n make y'u f'el re'l goo' b'fore we ca'ch some shu'eye." Her movements were all slow and sensual. Both of them were tired, so there wasn’t any reason to rush and make themselves excessively so. Sometimes it was nice to change things up anyways; Akir mostly enjoyed being aggressive and fast in bed, but now and then it was nice to take things slow. She could already feel sand sneaking its way from the bottom of her own trousers and into her clothes, but it was of no consequence to her. She was used to that.
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Sept 28, 2017 23:04:29 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Sept 28, 2017 23:04:29 GMT
Gabriel grinned.
"Don't hold back on my account. I'm very okay with sharing." Given what Akir had told him about her cult's history with Daemons, and their current opinion of them, he did wonder if her choice of entertainment would be an unpopular one though. It didn't appear she'd broken any rules since she'd had no qualms about introducing him to her sister they'd run across, but maybe sleeping with a Daemon was looked down upon, even if it wasn't outright sinful. In which case Gabriel would have liked the chance to change the minds of a few more death dealers, but he'd have to leave it to Akir's hopefully detailed and inspiring descriptions to start that work for him.
The desert was a timeless place, often, more so than the rest of Litharia. The sun crept so slowly across a sky that ran uninterrupted from horizon to horizon that its progress was almost imperceptible, and the featureless desert lacked many landmarks to cast shadows amongst the endless sand dunes. It creatd the illusion of the day being never-ending and it could have been minutes or it could have been hours that they kissed, languid and unhurried, beneath the shade of a thorny desert tree. Gabriel didn't bother trying to keep count. This sanguine day was all about pleasure, about letting time pass as it wanted, about enjoying not having to be somewhere or doing something until he wanted to. Silver skin shivered under her touch and already this felt familiar, comfortable, the initial learning curve passed. Still exploring, still discovering, but also knowing what she liked, the way she kissed, how she tasted.
"Is that right? Don't let me stop you, then." Trailing fingers over the curve of her hip, her waist, his touch was gentle and claws sheathed. There wasn't much of the predatory Daemon about him now; lazy and sensual, his magic worked to counteract the predatory traits that remained, meant to warn people subconsciously that Daemons were dangerous. Everything about him was designed, though, to lure people in. The way he looked, the pheromones, the heated gaze that admired her brazenly, unhindered by doubt or shame.
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Sept 29, 2017 4:30:09 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Sept 29, 2017 4:30:09 GMT
Though it all seemed so familiar since in just a few days they’d slept together a few times, there was still so much to Gabriel that she wanted to test, wanted to try. She wanted to figure out what he enjoyed, and what he loved. She wanted to let him know where he kissed had the most effect on how good she felt, and where she really wanted his hands to be. Akir raised an eyebrow and closed the distance between her and the daemon, clutching his clothes and pulling him against her as hard as she could. Though the gesture showed her desires, they were still lazy and slow moving, matching his own pace at how they explored each other.
She really did love this. It was so brazenly obvious the appeal that he had, and how it could affect others. Unknowingly to her, there was a subtle magic there too that enforced her attraction to him. On a non-sexual level, she’d have been less interested in the cockiness and over-confidence he had, but as intimate as they were she appreciated it so much more.
As her mouth was pressed to his and his hands were on her hips, she ground his hips against him with moderate pressure, enough to help stimulate him. Akir pulled away from the lip-locking, gently biting and pulling on his lip as she did so. She gave soft kisses along Gabriel’s face and made her way to his ear, gently biting and tugging the lobe, before continuing down her path along his neck. She didn’t even bother to remove his shirt. That wasn’t her goal. Her head shot back up, a coy grin on her face as she hovered just above his lips. Akir’s hands though were working their way under his trouser, slow and gentle. Niether of them had any immediate tasks to attend to, or places to be. The only thing they needed was rest, but that would come later.
Her hand, though gently, had a firm grip around his shaft and was smoothly moving up and down, with just slight twists of her wrists as she moved. This whole time she held her mouth just out of Gabriel’s reach, teasing him, trying to get him to squirm under her firm grip.
Akir made sure to use the right movements to keep him from coming to soon. Eventually though she slid her hips away from him and moved her head down to where her hand was while using the other to gently hold onto the side of his thigh. First she played with his tip with just her tongue, taking in every taste of him. Then she moved her head down so his shaft was in her mouth, tongue playful and explorative. Randomly, she’d move her head down as far as she could go, deepthroating Gabriel before pulling back and continuing her dance with her mouth.
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Sept 29, 2017 9:59:59 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Sept 29, 2017 9:59:59 GMT
It might have been a slow burn, a tease, a languorous ascent, but it was still building and as heat flooded their bodies that had nothing to do with the temperature of the day Gabriel groaned, low in his throat. The way she was moving had him watching her through half-lidded eyes, expression intent. As they kissed Gabriel had taunted her in return, brushing oh so light fingers close to hardened nipples without ever quite touching her directly, but he stopped as she moved down his body while looking at him with that tempting little smile, a promise of what she intended to offer.
He tipped his head back when she held him, eyes sliding shut. He wanted to concentrate on the sensations and the sensations alone, to block out the beautiful endless desert and the day. He wasn't quite squirming but the muscles in his abdomen tensed, and his pulse flickered visibly at his throat. He dug his fingers into the sand, curling his hand into a fist, not really finding a grip as he searched for an anchor. And his breathing hitched, speeding up, chest rising and falling a little faster, biting his lip, her name whispered breathlessly.
He smiled when she took him in her mouth, keeping his head tipped back and eyes closed at first, but unable to resist the temptation to look down at her through dark eyelashes. It was such an alluring sight, but when she took all of him he couldn't help but unravel and close his eyes again, waves of intense pleasure washing over him. She wasn't wrong; it felt incredible, but even if he'd wanted to tell her that he didn't have the breath left for speaking. She would be able to tell from the tremors running through ever tenser muscles, from the way he was falling apart, that he was close to climaxing. His claws had extended instinctively, fangs snaking over his jaw, with no attention left over to keep instinctive reactions under control, and he groaned again - a soft, throaty sound soaked in lust, in wanting.
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Silver
Sept 29, 2017 21:05:00 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Sept 29, 2017 21:05:00 GMT
From giving Gabriel a blow job the day before, Akir knew he wouldn’t squirm, but damn did it make her feel good to at least make it a little difficult for him to keep it together. There was a part of her that was just itching to rip his clothes off and go full speed like they’d had before, aggressive and rowdy, hot and sweaty, but keeping that desire under control was what made this so enjoyable, not only for him but also for her. She was practically begging him to do the same to her, to just rip her clothes off and pin her against the floor with no escape, but she did not voice it.
She could tell he was unraveling, yet she still took her time to play with him and keep him just on the brink. Her free hand was smoothly moving up from his thigh up to feel the lean, hard muscles of his abdomen and chest.
Her tempo increased just a bit more, as did the pressure she put on his shaft as she moved her head up and down. At the last second, she took all of him in her mouth once more as she felt a warm liquid come from his tip and she didn’t pull back till she swallowed it all.
Akir raised her head up, the inside of her mouth just a bit hot and sticky with a lingering taste of Gabriel, that coy smile still displayed across her lips, and the obvious signs of how turned on she was were obvious through her clothes. She slip back up so she was in a straddling position on him again, and she grabbed both sides of his faces and kissed him deeply. When she pulled away, she had to ask. “Well, h’w was tha’?” It was written all over her face, how confident she was in her abilities. Akir knew she’d done good. For someone that wasn’t too fond of overly confident people, she was somewhat of a hypocrite in this instance.
The oasis was perfect for this setting, for the two of them just enjoying the pleasures that came with being a daemon and a human. Odd, how she'd made a potential friend since when they'd first met, they had been trying to kill each other. Even their backgrounds were a little odd; She was a cultist that followed strict laws and a strict lifestyle. He was a free-living daemon who also just so happened to be their main political head. It was true then, that one could find friends in odd places.
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Oct 6, 2017 23:39:12 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Oct 6, 2017 23:39:12 GMT
It never failed to amaze him, that teetering and tipping into release. How stars would flicker behind his eyes, a new universe exploding briefly into existence between them, complete with a creeping darkness at the edge of his vision from the intensity. How completely out of control it felt, surrendering everything to basic sensation, flirting with true chaos just for a few moments. The kind that overwhelmed, that threatened to consume, that Daemons craved but could rarely truly capture for fear of madness. His eyes stayed closed for a long time while the electricity enlivened nerve cells throughout his body, stayed closed until his breathing slowed back to normal, until reality clawed its way back around his existence and the stars faded.
"What do you think?" A smile, lazy and sultry, accompanied this pointed answer to her question, and Gabriel opened his eyes to find her straddling him again. The kiss barely registered, washed out in a hazy afterglow, and his expression was so blissfully satisfied that this could have been answer enough on its own. Like Akir he appreciated the setting for this; the desert rolled away endlessly so they could have been the only two people alive in the world. While he often found this place harsh and unwelcoming, mundane and featureless, during the day, right now the blue of the sky was washed out to pale periwinkle from the fierceness of the sun, but the water of the oasis was a deep, jewel-like cerulean. Beneath the shade of the tree there was a subtle kind of magic, not at all like the ethereal nightmare-world of the desert at night, but beautiful nonetheless. Maybe you just needed the right company to appreciate it, he mused idly, thoughts wandering unhurried and curious through a mind still reliving the exact kind of pleasure he craved.
"The question is, what do you want from me in return?" His claws and fangs were sheathed again; he looked relaxed, inviting, hand reaching up to brush the sand from the curve of her jaw - there was sand everywhere, as predicted, even though they weren't even moving all that much - then pulling her down to kiss her again, this time with more intent than when he'd been distracted before. Slowly, teasing, still supremely unhurried, it seemed as though Gabriel had no intent to be spurred into anything more energetic. Under the cloudless sky, surrounded by Litharia's harshest landscape, hurrying felt out of place.
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Oct 8, 2017 6:14:56 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Oct 8, 2017 6:14:56 GMT
Akir was well aware of her own skills, and only smiled coyly in response to Gabriel. She loved this, enjoying herself on top of him without a care in the world, no rush or risk of intrusions for people traveling the desert. If she was a person of romance, she would even call it a romantic setting. Though quite beautiful and untamed as the desert was, she loved the similarity between it and Gabriel. He was just as untamed, just as unpredictable.
The shaman leaned past him to his ear, smiling. Her chest was pressed against his, while her arms were wrapped around his neck. “Wh’ don’ y’u surpr’se me? Y’u s’em to b’ goo’ at tha’.” Though she’d just given Gabriel one of her better blowjobs, Akir’s face was flushed with red and face beaded with sweat. She desired more, and was a little too eager to see what the daemon would do to her.
Her legs were sore though, from the way she’d been sitting through the whole process, and she pulled on Gabriel’s side to edge him on to roll her over so they could switch positions. Now she was sitting with her back against the tree, completely at the daemon’s mercy. Akir raised the back of her hand and just ever so gently brushed it against the side of Gabriel’s face, brazenly admiring his gorgeous eyes and features. She wanted to keep it this way with these slow and unhurried sensual motions they did for each other.
“I th’nk it shoul’ be a cr’me t’ be as s’xy as y’u are. I can' s'em t' te'r my eyes aw'y, or to ge' bore',” she brazenly stated, bating her eyelashes which was a common sign from her that she lusting after something. Akir wondered if he would take her to another place with his magic, changing the landscape, or if he’d leave it as it was and yet still take her breath away. Regardless, and even after sleeping with each other twice already, she was not at all bored with him and still wanted more.
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