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Silver
Oct 15, 2017 0:49:45 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Oct 15, 2017 0:49:45 GMT
As though he could read her mind, the world around Gabriel began to change. He never broke the kiss, Akir's back pressed to the rough bark of the tree, as darkness began to bleed into the desert from beneath where his hands braced his weight in the sand. The most natural illusions for Gabriel to create reflected the Dream Land, his home world, because he had such vivid memories of this. But, usually, Litharia was his template and that was what happened now, the sky darkening to bruised purple with charcoal clouds tumbling across it, unfamiliar stars scattered through the space behind them. The layout of the oasis didn't change but the sands darkened to iron, the tree seemed gnarled and alien, an somehow in the blink of an eye but without any jarring suddenness, it was the perpetual twilight of a sunless world.
Gabriel stood and, in one movement, pulled Akir to her feet with him. Still kissing her, breathless and heated, he picked her up and wound her legs around his waist with apparent ease - Daemon strength enough to make this near-effortless. He hadn't been joking about the sand earlier; it clung to them both, coarse and rough on smooth skin, but there was an escape from it if he was willing to put up with the cold. It seemed worthwhile, so Gabriel waded slowly into the oasis pool, stopping only when he found the deepest point just below his shoulders. The water, too, had changed; molten silver, more viscous so it clung to their skin like paint, he had modelled it on the quicksilver, liquid mercury oceans of the Dream Land. Swimming there would kill you though; in his illusion, it was a harmless dream state, gilding the two of them in bright silver. It was almost the same tone as his skin under the twilight sky but brighter, iridescent, silky smooth where it clung to them and turned them to creatures of living metal.
"It's how I hunt, you know." He breathed this in Akir's ear, turning her in the silver water so her back was pressed to his chest. Fingers dripping liquid mercury trailed along her shoulders, kissing the line of her shoulder blade and across the back of her neck.
"That's why you don't get bored. Why you can't take your eyes away." His voice was quiet, tone taunting, barely above a whisper.
"We all have our ways of hunting, but we're pretty so people will let us get close..." His hand trailed lower, along her stomach and hipbone, between her legs.
"I used to kill this way a lot. Lure them in, mesmerise them...rip their heart out." He was testing her, maybe, just a little. Playing, to see how she reacted, to see if it was enough to break the spell his magic was weaving. None of it was untrue. And maybe it didn't hurt to remind her that, although he was not currently a threat to her, if she wanted to bring the Daemons into her fold one day, this was something to remember. Fickle and dangerous, Daemons were, even as allies.
"Luckily I'm reformed now. Mostly." Humour in his tone then, lifting the mood as his fingers found her heat, slipped inside, and he stopped the teasing in favour of kissing the back of her neck, the side, the sensitive hollow created by her collarbone when she tipped her head to the side.
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Silver
Oct 17, 2017 4:45:02 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Oct 17, 2017 4:45:02 GMT
Akir’s skin shivered with every experience, sensual touch Gabriel gave her. She gasped, not only from the sudden chill she got from the water, but also from the change in scenery. The oasis still had a lot of the same appearance as before, but the water was different. It was something she’d never seen before, something quite beautiful. It had to have been, she assumed, something else from his homeland that he was sharing with her. It was quite beautiful, and she was completely enraptured by his presence, drunk with lust and desire. He was so different from the men she’d been with in the past, so much more fulfilling and dangerous.
She could feel him hard against her back, and she ran her hands down along his sides and thighs, rolling her neck as he whispered these dark, sweet nothings to her. While most may have felt intimidated, or maybe even scared at the potential truth behind his words, she was not. Like when she’d looked up at him, broken and bleeding, she did not fear him, nor did she fear death.
Akir moaned, biting her lip as he slipped his fingers inside her, pushing her head back against his chest and looking up at him from that angle. “Mmm I’s a goo’ th’ng y’u change’. I l’ke ha’ing my hear’ righ’ wh’re i’ is. Bu’ I c’n th’nk of w’rse ways t’ go th’n die a’ th’ han’s of s’meone l’ke y’u.” It became almost impossible for her to form words though, as his experience and nimble fingers knew just how and where to move. While most of her body was chilled from the water, the part that wasn’t submerged, was heated, beads of sweat gently rolling down along her cheeks. Every kiss he made along her neck and back send chills down her spine and she eagerly pressed her back against Gabriel.
She could do this forever, taking her time, enjoying the raw beauty of skin on skin, and the pleasure that came with it. They were slow in their movement, though growing more eager as they continued. It may have seemed ridiculous to some, how much time they'd spent having sex in the short time they've known each other, but Akir merely could not help herself. He was there and just as willing as she was, and it seemed almost cruel to not give into those natural desires. These different illusions he gave her only made it better, more exotic, refreshing and even new. Though they would have to go their separate ways eventually, Akir was all too content to just spend their time mostly in a bed, enjoying the feeling and taste of one another. What better way to grow comfortable with another person than to find out their passions while enraptured in sensuality?
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Silver
Nov 5, 2017 6:41:26 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Nov 5, 2017 6:41:26 GMT
The liquid mercury of the water clung to their skin, opaque and metallic bright. For Gabriel this added a true silver to the subtler marbled silver of his skin, and for Akir the tone contrasted sharp and eye-catching against dark bronze skin like liquid diamond, a unique gilded jewellery. Anyone stumbling across them in this haunting clearing, entwined in the silver water, might have thought they'd walked into a fairytale.
His voice in her ear was quiet, barely more than a whisper, but there was an easy confidence to his tone and his breath was warm, even more so against the chill of the oasis pool.
"Mmm. Don't you see how that makes us...me...all the more dangerous?" His fangs added a real world edge to his words as he kissed along her shoulder, leaving bright red marks but never quite breaking the skin.
"Not only can I draw you in, dismantle your defenses, exploit your vulnerabilities..." He never stopped moving his fingers, slow and teasing, every stroke achingly deliberate.
"I can make you actually enjoy your death." At first, anyway. For as long as it mattered. It was a lazy, manipulative way to hunt and he hadn't actually done it for a long time, but that particular skill set - the one that twisted his bardic magic to its darkest purpose - was well-honed from decades of practice.
For now though, it was just words. Whispered in a gravelly tone, close to her ear so his breath caressed sensitive skin as he spoke, designed to emphasise not his threat to her but the things that made him unusual, different, dangerous in a way that Human curiosity couldn't resist. Disparaging though he could be about Humans at times, this was merely through a general sense of Daemon superiority - he was intrigued by them, really, for the most part. Impulsive, quick to react to pleasure, willing to take risks. Akir had, after all, indulged in all their mutual pleasures following a brief but intense period of torture, and there seemed to be no lingering fear as he turned her again and entered her in one smooth stroke, winding her arms around his neck for balance. The water was cold but his skin burned hot where he touched her, blood heated by fire not yet quenched by the chill.
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Silver
Mar 25, 2018 6:07:16 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Mar 25, 2018 6:07:16 GMT
Every time Gabriel bit down on her, Akir’s head rolled back as a moan escaped from her mouth. There was just the slightest sense of danger that she felt, a natural fear in retaliation to being so close to a predator that could so easily rip out her heart or tear out her throat. But it was also exhilarating. The very idea made the hairs on the back of her neck and arms stand up, partially from that natural fear, partially from the thrill.
“Dang’rous? Yes. Bu’ I thri’e on tha’ dang’r.” Her hands briefly skimmed over her own body as he played with herself just a tad while his dark whispers only made her nipples harder. When he turned her around again, a devious, sexy smirk formed from her lips as she pressed herself against his chest. “Wh’ m’ke me enj’y my d’ath wh’n y’u can m’ke me enj’y y’u f’cking me? Tha’ s’ems l’ke m’re fun.”
As he entered her, she gasped and ran one of her hands up and into his hair, aggressively tugging it back and using it more as a handle than anything else. This was much slower than their previous time spent together in a bed, yet still just aggressive enough for her to stay turned on and interested. Her body moved in rhythm with his, and her other hand would casually explore him, running over his beautiful, hard pale skin.
Her breaths became heavier, and though as slow as they moved, she could only enjoy the aesthetic that came with the illusion of them in a silver body of water for a moment. Instead of brushing her fingers along his skin or pulling his hair, she moved them down to around his waist and held tightly against him, helping to pull Gabriel as far into her as she could. Nails digging into his skin, she rested her head onto his shoulder and bit down hard to keep herself going at the less-rushed tempo that they had.
Akir released her bite, sweet beads of sweat flowing down her face as she moaned and moved with the daemon. “Mmm…y’u’re…t’o goo’ at th’s. Ah, f’ck.” Her senses where on fire, and she was on the verge of begging for release. Gabriel was unlike many of the men she'd been with before, and was much more satisfying. He was more primal, more dangerous, as well as more fun and just thrilling. His illusion magic only added to the uniqueness of their odd relationship. Akir found herself hoping that after they parted, they would meet again because she was willing to bet that she'd thirst for him just as much, if not more, than she had been the past week.
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Silver
Apr 14, 2018 6:26:25 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Apr 14, 2018 6:26:25 GMT
Gabriel laughed at that, a low throaty chuckle in her ear.
"Are all assassins so kinky?" And with that, the mood lightened abruptly, dark entrancing predator replaced with a different persona - no less mesmerising, but playful as he trailed his fingers along her shoulder, down the sweeping curve of her waist, around to brush hardened nipples.
"You make a very good point." Gabriel didn't feel murderous in the slightest, she was right about that. Searing hot, as turned on as he'd ever been, the friction of skin on skin sparking like fire even in the chill of the water. There was nothing cold about being submerged now, though, not with his body heat burning with a steady intensity and heating them both as they moved together. He kissed her, slow and sultry and yet intensely demanding in a way that betrayed his need for control.
As they started to spiral again, the familiar intoxicating rush making his breath hitch and heart beat faster, it became harder to hold the illusion. It flickered, glitching back and forth every now and then to reveal the true desert beneath the world he'd brought to life as though he'd painted over it with the dark chaos of the Dream Land. He barely noticed, head tilting back when she grabbed his hair, tendons standing out starkly in his throat. His eyes were lust-glazed, too-bright - now, coming apart yet again, he looked like the alien to this world that he really was. Beautiful, like the Fae were, but he didn't belong here like they did - something darker, fangs and claws extending, eyes flashing in the moonlight in a way that a Human's never would.
"Oh, I know." He was grinning at that, all teasing arrogance as he pulled her closer, a little faster, a little harder, eyes bright with laughter.
"You're not...not too bad yourself." It was hard to talk, though, hard to concentrate on forming the words now, so he kissed her throat instead, her collar bone, lips stained with silver.
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Silver
Apr 15, 2018 7:11:30 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Apr 15, 2018 7:11:30 GMT
Akir let herself be taken by Gabriel, conforming herself to whatever it seemed like he wanted. Normally it would be the other way around, or at least an equal sense of Akir pushing what she wanted while her partner was doing the same, but she was fully content with this. It was all she could do to hold in most of her moans, nonetheless talk, but she was somehow able to manage to get her words out. “I…su’pose w’ all are. A li’le…cl’che I gu’s.” Despite his earlier, predatory daemor, Akir had meant what she said way back when she’d nearly been killed. Death did not scare her, even in as much of a vulnerable state as she was. But that attitude seemed to vanish, and it was replaced with something more sensual.
Though she was dressed with hot kisses, Akir was finding it harder and harder for her to keep it together, even at their slower pace. It took sheer willpower to not push for them to go harder and faster. They had all the time in the world right now, and she wanted to make it a challenge and last long.
She pressed her head into his chests, breaths ragged and hot while gripping his shoulders with a little more force than intended. Cheeky, arrogant bastard knew he was good at this. She’ totally given more to fill his ego, but that was fine as they continued through the night in the pool of silver.
Mocking his confidence in a plaful manner, she managed to look up and make eye contact with him, her smirk with as much mockery as her tone of voice. “Oh, I’m…well aware I am.”
Both their paces quickened, and it got to the point where Akir could not hold herself back. She needed to go faster as they headed towards their climax, and she released the moans that were being held back by her now partially broken willpower. Akir lifted her head off of Gabriel’s chest and kissed along his collar bones and neck, nibbling on his ear once she reached it, her hot breath going directly onto his skin.
Their continued spiral eventually had her strong moans coming out with each thrust, with each kiss. Her head was lolled back, her spine felt like jelly. The only thing keeping her from splashing backwards into the silver water was her arms looped around Gabriel’s neck.
“Cerins na vashu,” she whispered in her native tongue, not bothering to explain what dirty request she had asked of Gabriel, though she was sure it would be obvious enough.
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Silver
Apr 28, 2018 4:00:14 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Apr 28, 2018 4:00:14 GMT
Gabriel stopped paying attention to anything but physical sensations then. The illusion flickered once more, and was gone, that kind of complex magic too difficult to hold as they tipped over the edge. Daemons didn't sweat, and Golem skin wasn't given to flushing, but his with his voice rasping and his pupils blown it was obvious how affected he was. Afterwards they stayed in the water a long time, trying to catch their breath, until Gabriel couldn't stand the cold any more and pulled Akir with him out of the oasis pool. On the sand he stretched out, chest rising and falling rapidly still, a sated smile on his lips.
The magic came back slowly, having all flickered and turned when time and space shattered. First the attraction magic, then the charm, then the pheromones that Humans could only detect subconsciously. Overhead, the regular silver Litharian moon hung low in the sky, turning his skin ethereal blue. He didn't bother to dress, although fire rippled briefly over his skin once he was out of the water, drying him instantly and freeing him from the mild discomfort of his opposing element. Then he pulled Akir close again, her skin still damp, though if she stayed close his body heat would dry her quickly too - even in the cool night air of the desert.
"We must nearly be at the place where our roads will diverge." Gabriel had enjoyed Akir's company...thoroughly, without reserve. The minor hitch of the assassination attempt had been just that for him - minor - with her coming out of it far worse, so as far as he was concerned his trip to the desert had involved the escape from others he'd craved, followed by a brief fight and much less brief indulgence that he'd thoroughly enjoyed. It was nearly time, though, for him to leave the desert, and truth be told he so rarely came here that he wasn't sure when he'd next run into Akir.
"Do you ever leave this place? Visit the City, or Spirit?" None of this was unusual for Gabriel; semi-nomadic in nature, his life was a series of brief flings, of new connections formed for a night or two then lost forever. But who knew. Maybe he'd bump into her again someday.
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Silver
Nov 26, 2018 2:20:47 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Nov 26, 2018 2:20:47 GMT
Breathing still uneven and rapid from reaching their climax, Akir stayed close to Gabriel from the warmth that came from his body. The idea of moving away from him too quickly was not very appealing, as it would surely be cold. Eventually though, her breathing and heart rate slowed to a more normal rate and she moved away from the daemon to get dressed. As she put on her trousers, she turned towards the daemon bare chested. They’d spent the last few weeks fairly intimately and she was not shy even after sleeping together. “A sh'me. I haven’ ha' 'his much m'x of inj'ry, ad'en'ure, an' fun in 'hese pas' f'w w'eks 'han I ha'e in 'he las' f'w y'ars.” Though truthfully, Akir liked her daily life rapidly changing. She would get too bored staying with the same person for too long. It was more exciting to just see what happens over time, see if she would even meet someone again with her line of work, and for what reason.
“Why? Mis’ our f’n alrea’y?” She teased. Akir pulled the rest of her garb on and began wrapping her hair up in her black turban. “On oc’as’on I do. Mos’ of my l’ne o’ w’rk consis’s of b’ing in ‘he Boil, but I ha’e visi’ed o’her ci’ies in ‘he n’me of ‘ur God’ess. ‘he Boil sur’ly has my hear’ ‘hough.” Briefly, she took the time to dust off her garments and made sure to collect her unnamed familiar. She reached down and allowed the snake to coil around her arm and slowly move up close to her face. It faced Gabriel, flicking its tongue multiple times in his direction.
Satisfied that she had all of her materials together, she approached Gabriel and smiled under her turban. “I’m s’re tha’ we wil’ mee’ aga’n, yeah? Hop’fu’ly wi’h le’s hos’le r’asons,” she jested. “I wi’l fin’ y’u for s’re th’ugh wh’n I ge’ to ‘he t’p an’ a’low daemons in’o o’r ranks, s’ tha’ y’u c’n visi’ o’r b’au’iful ‘emple, yeah?” Though their time had been fun, he was right. It was time for them to part ways. She had a Goddess to please, and he had…whatever it was daemons in his position did.
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