Misjudgement of destruction

Sashenka · Subject: Re: Misjudgement of destruction Sat Sep 05, 2009 3:20 pm

She smiles to him and nodded. She was ready. It didn't take long for her mind to set to the performance to help save her and protect him. Listening to the words that is well spoken, she nods once more before her eyes befall the garden. It was beautiful. It was then that her mind started to switch over. After a while, she closed her eyes for a second before looking up at him a mere few second before the guards came into view. Her eyes weren't like before. They were filled with lust as it seemed her whole face changed a touch. Cheeks were rosy and lips were full as if her body was already aroused from the mere though of him carrying and touching her bare skin. His touch on her body drew small moans from her lips and that kiss, though she could tell how he disliked it, she helped it look good by placing more emotion than probably needed behind it. She wasn't in love with him, but maybe that kiss was something of a 'Thank you' for her to him. She never said a word as her eyes screamed it, now even more than before the kiss. The scent of arousal also was there as she was able to control that as well. It was all an act and she actually was really enjoying herself. Not because of the touching and her playing an act, but because she was trying to help him. "Oh Lyo.... You God's gift to women... You make me so hot..." Her voice was in a whisper as she gave that emotion in there to make it believable. Granted, in the end, she might want to know what he thought of the whole act, hoping that they don't get caught.

**Lyo the Shadow Whistle** · Subject: Re: Misjudgement of destruction Mon Sep 21, 2009 11:31 pm

As she moaned and purred at his touch and kiss he couldn’t help but get slightly more drawn into it, either she was acting or she wasn’t. Either way he was forgetting the purpose of this charade, every soft moan, each soft gasping breath of hers a she moved drew him like a moth to the flame, and he himself almost forget the point of this. But he hadn’t fully, another set of guards, these ones females that honestly wear wearing more then her, but still revealing nearly as much of their bodies at the same time. it was amusingly enough the choice of those women to dress that way, the only difference in the way they dressed and that of a harlot was the prominent weapons they worse belted on over the virtually no clothing.

As the pair moved towards the other Lyo couldn’t help but stop long enough to pin Sasha to a wall and kiss her lips and bite her neck in wanton display that made both other girls look away in disgust. The only thing that seemed to keep what Lyo was doing an act and not full foreplay was the little bit of clothing she wore, no matter how he touched her or where he would never slip under it, and only ever barely over it. as if he preferred to touch and tease that which was already exposed.

The moment passed and he unlocked the door they were nearest too almost as if it was done at random, but in the moments spent wantonly feeling Sashenka’s body he had secretly be searching out the exact positions of the guards in his home by their mental signatures. His path would be the only one that could lead them quickly, and nearly covertly to his quarters.

One inside the dark room black ness would over take them as he did not make any light sources known to her, but she would again feel the wind on her exposed skin as they moved quickly through the embrace of the shadowed room and the hall connecting to it. but soon again they would move into a lit corridor and again the game of cat and mouse would come out full force..

His lips on hers his tongue would slip to run over her soft lips before pressing between them. The long slow deep kiss was made while the very slowly moved down the hallway. “Undress me, take off my doublet” his words would ring clear in her mind, but never actually be said aloud. Moment after he said that he would of course help her with the demand, but as she stripped him another person. Again a Drow, but this time male would come around a corner nearby investigating the sounds he heard.. this one however would never round the corner fully, and would only be just visible to her human gaze with the darkness he stood in … Lyo seemed to be stalling for this ones gaze for some reason or another.

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Sashenka · Subject: Re: Misjudgement of destruction Wed Sep 23, 2009 5:45 pm

He was a master of the art of seduction and she didn’t even have to really ‘act’ along, but it was always fun. It wasn’t even a minute after the start of this charade, that she nearly melted within and almost gave up the whole acting bit, but a string within her mind was every once in a while strung and that string said to pay attention and to not fall completely due the last hour or so. It was fire inside and outside of her body as each beat of her heart swelled with satisfaction as well as other portions of her body. That was only natural and something she either didn’t want to control, or had a hard time with it. Drawing her hands down to wrap around his waist, she slides her fingers, with enough pressure for Lyo to start to question if she was still apart of the charade, or completely involved in the actions he was doing, up and down along his back just as she slightly parts her eyes to see the one female’s face of disgust. Her eyes burned with lust for this man, or at least she gave it that full appearance.

Arms drawing him in closer so that there was hardly any room to move as she felt that press of the cold barrier against her back. Gasping at the rapid temperature change, her skin reacted just as fast with goose bumps and a chill. It didn’t last long as the charade continued, but with more force of lust. Her neck more sensitive than other places of her body, it caused her to close her eyes, arch her back away from the wall and into him. Her lower lip was drawn in and a muffled moan escaping. It was beautiful and at the same time, the string was being played close to three times before she returns back to her senses. Legs down touching the ground as she starts to feel him move and thus goes with him effortlessly. When there were times, where people were around, she would whisper words of lust and oozing sexual pleasures about things she would love to give him and all for just simple kisses and touch.

Much like a devoted and head over heels in lust with a God that she has followed all of her life. That she finally gets to touch and savor each of his simple actions with the utmost gratitude. Granted, those words probably fell on deaf ears of those around, but it was what woke her back up to the surrounds instead of falling deeper into the lust that her body is now encased in. With the new sensation of more playing with his tongue, her lips accepted it into her mouth and that’s where things got interesting. With the demand, it sent shivers of pleasure waving through her body as she steps back enough, under partially her own weight, to remove that article of clothing only to move to place it upon hers. The warmth of the fabric warming her skin as her body was drawn like a magnet back to his. Yes the slow walking helped as numbness surely took it’s time to get out of her leg. With her left arm placed around his neck, and her right one around his waist, her fingers once more explored the upper hand of his body before feeling the dagger. It was at that moment that caused her to quickly take a breath in and a second go by that left her frozen, almost in fear.

Her hand drawing away from the dagger leaving it in place as she keeps that right hand, specifically against his skin as long as possible before pressing it against her stomach. A wave of psionic powers of suggested nature hits her as if she was just hit in the head by a sharp rock. It was loud in her mind while at the same time, the magical sensation of conjuring was felt in the palm of her right hand. With her hand concealed from the peeping tom, her left arm still holds them close and with that second of being froze, it gave the appearance of needing some air. With the cold hilt of the dagger between them, and the suggestive power taking root in her mind, she struggles hard to keep the dagger from moving away from her skin. Yet, it failed horrible, as more suggestion was there to continue the charade, but with more lust thrown in there. Her body pressing harder up against his and then her lips feeling hotter than before was against his. She was now trying to be the aggressor. Tongue trying to regain access back to his mouth as that right hand presses against the back hoping if he had a cloak on, or anything, it would hide the dagger against his back. She knew better, that the cloak was wrapped around her and that probably nothing hid the weapon.

It was the psionic above ground that was standing next to the time mage that made this all possible and whose thoughts of hiding the dagger from view was in her mind. She tries hard knowing she knew nothing of where the weapon came from to drop it, but it failed to. It was like it was glued to her hand until the act was done. The act of killing Lyo so that she could be killed as well. It was all the time mages idea for he hated her with a passion so touchable, it nearly was a robe laying across his shoulders. The scent of her arousal being more prominent now as the left arm moves to start to undress herself. Within the confines of her own mind, she tries to scream and say no and stop to herself even though she has no clue as to what is going on and who has a hold of her mind and her actions at this very moment. It was a mood buster but at the same time, those controlling her, played with her lust and her body as if it was a toy and keep the charade going but not having it a charade for her. Having it be the real thing. 'Lyo... help me... I can't do this.... It's... too much... something is happening... Help!' She hopes that those thoughts were not placed upon deaf or wondering minds.

**Lyo the Shadow Whistle** · Subject: Re: Misjudgement of destruction Thu Oct 22, 2009 5:21 pm

His doublet was removed and then draped cutely over her own body, still the kissing and teasing went on. they were like lovers with no care in the world who may or may not be watching, and it was only their passion that matter. Only this moment. Sasha was honestly incredible, and thank fully he knew form his empathic powers when she was faking and when she was honestly interested. He tried to keep from doing things that melted her too badly, but at the same time he was not going to ruin the show for his guards. The only problem was that when she was not faking her passion she was enticing him in manners that had not been done in a very long time, and so it was becoming more and more challenging for even the master rouge to not be caught in his own web.

Lyo was busy making sure that everything was believable to the peeping tom around the corner and he missed the spells being cast over Sashenka, but thankably the psionic impressions being slipped into her mind caught his attention, but not fast enough. The dagger was already in her grasp, and eh was fairly certain what her puppeteer was going to have her do with it. but how to thwart such an attack and not raise the guards suspicion. How to hide this from the on looking eyes.

Quickly he would turn around as if she was taking power and pinning him to the wall with her own desire and his hands would roam her body in the most greedily of lusty manners. Over her butt, and her back, and under the doublet she now wore of his. All out ward signs would show that he was completely unaware of the blade, and what it might be soon used for. His every outward action was consumed by teasing and distracting Sasha, and using her body now as a diversion to the guard that was watching. For every second that the perverted guard was staring and ogling Sasha Lyo had a bit of freedom to work with.

Lyo knew he couldn’t pull his mind form the lust that had filled it, but there was another mind he could use to protect her, even if it might cost him later… His beast would be stirred slightly and Lyo would impart to it the need to defend this girl form whatever was mentally attacking her. and thus two minds were now involved in this action….. Lyo tried to keep the rouse up, and to further distract his guard he would offer more of this surface girls skin. It wasn’t much but his right hand moved to slim fabric at her right hip and as he touched it it frayed and snapped, and then with her other hand also gripping her hip and pulling her in, allowing her to still be this kisses aggressor and dominator he did the same to the other thin strap.

Her panties would fall to the floor at their joined feet and leave her exposed from the waist down, and in that act the guard would become as distracted as possible. Lyo’s mind would press the disgusting thoughts of the guard to higher heights to keep him from seeing what truly went on, and the beast would try to being up a mental defense around her to shield the probing desires of those tying with her mind like some game… first building defenses and then lashing out at the psionic taunting her. distance meant little to powers of the mind, and using that psychics signature to rack him down through he very means he had found Sashenka Lyo’s demon would taunt and traumatize him… First slowly getting a grip in his mind, and then demoralizing him with visages and memories of deaths, all Lyo’s sure, but very real to the other man.

“Fight it Sasha, Fight it till we can get to my room… we are so close. Fight it….. Break this kiss and pull me from the wall…. Drag me further down this hallway, take the initiative.. I shall do the rest….”

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Sashenka · Subject: Re: Misjudgement of destruction Thu Oct 29, 2009 12:14 am

Feeling her hand pinned against the wall, she smiles mentally. Happy that it was such. The smile outside on her face held overwhelming amount of lust as her eyes seem to glint just right to whatever light was around them. Her free hand running over his body as teeth and nails are used against his body. There was no room between their bodies as it seems, at least to her, that it is getting increasingly warm. Skin glistening as strands of the darkened hair of hers sticks upon her skin. Feeling the lower part of her little clothing drop, this causes a grin to appear on her face. “Mmmm… Naughty one aren’t you?” Voice oozing with sexual prowess as she hears his voice in her head. Only to reply back ‘Okay.. I’ll try… This is getting increasingly hard.’

Any other remaining clothing minus his doublet would be removed from her body with that one hand of hers. It was getting to warm for her. Taking a hold of his hand, she pulls him and with all of her strength towards his room, but she was hoping somewhere, he would motion to which was his. The hand with the knife was starting to pull the tip of the dagger against the skin ever so lightly. Enough to leave a red mark but no blood. It was working towards his side as the movement was starting to get jagged. Like she was fighting will all she had in her. As such, her eyes went devoid of the lust and became their normal color. The strength was starting to fade as she was starting to stop moving so she can solely concentrate on stopping her hand. The movement was then moved off of his body and the wrist and hand moved towards her own exposed sweat glistening body. She then shifts her mind playing on it as if she planned it. She made sure though, with all of her ability, to keep it from the guard or any prying eyes.

Once inside the room, she lets go of him and steps back as her free hand grips the other wrist of hers and holds it away from her body. She was in a steady position so that she wasn’t going to fall over easy. Eyes closed as her head shakes back and forth. The hair falling from whatever form it was in, to being free. Sticking to her body as she looks to Lyo. A wild look of satisfaction in her eyes and a sinister grin before the dagger is thrusted towards her stomach with little to no resistance. “Oops…” was all that was said before the pscionist disappears out of her mind at the last second to where she couldn’t stop the blade from at least going in full force.

**Lyo the Shadow Whistle** · Subject: Re: Misjudgement of destruction Thu Nov 19, 2009 6:59 pm

“Just wait till you see how I else I can use that same power” he added on, partially playing to their games, partial not anymore. If only some other mind had not interrupted this little charade Lyo might have put her desire to the test, slipped further into the role and truthfully consumed her with a teasing display of his powers for her pleasure. But that wasn't the right thing to do, and in a weird act of further following his conscious he did not take more then needed form her for the game to look real to those it needed to be real for. But that did not mean he might not try to get back to this very level of intimacy with her another time or place.

After her bikini top hit the floor Lyo let her lead him off to the bedroom without an resistance, and with a careful, subtly hint he guided her to the end of the hall into thee master suite and his personal bedroom. Here the game could stop instantly, for his room was extremely well shielded from any tampering with, save sadly that which entered in her mind

Instead of leaping to her aid Lyo turned his back to her momentarily and locked the door securely, he needn't any guards coming near them to find out they were not fornication like animals. Had he known her attacks plan better he would have been ready to defend Sasha, but no, he was to busy trying to trace the Psionic signature of the mind that was linked to hers, trying to track them down for further revenge. He barely heard the ops, but once he did he jumped closer to her, tried to grab the knife and save her stomach form the agonizing wound coming in towards it

Sadly having been to far away from her as she was forced into impaling herself all he could do was reach her as the blade sunk home into her body. But he would catch her and soften her falling afterward. Get her down onto her back as he started to reach for another healing vial form his pouch “Shh Shh dont cry out.. I can mend this as I did the others...... “He cursed himself for not tracking the other Psion fast enough, and for allowing this to happen in the first place..

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Sashenka · Subject: Re: Misjudgement of destruction Fri Dec 04, 2009 1:20 pm

Eyes were down looking to the floor. The initial stab didn't hurt as bad as she thought it would. It was pushing the knife to the hilt that caused her body to tense and mouth to open. Hunched over, she was about to fall to her knees but the next motion caused her breath to go inside her lungs quickly. Him moving her onto her back. She wasn't trembling or anything. Though her grip on his dagger was almost like an iron grip. Her whole body was tense as she didn't look at him. Swallowing, her muscles start to tremble and finally her eyes close. Taking in a breath, holding it in, then the other hand joined on the hilt. If he did search any part of her mind, the psionic signature of that other man was there, and that is what she was doing. Fighting to get it removed so that she can't be tracked again once she was out of this room. The pain was fading from burning like a hot poker was just placed into her stomach to just as if it was fire.

A slight turn of the blade.

Pain fills her body again as her teeth clenched. After a few more moments, she starts to relax as she couldn't find the signature and just gave up. Opening her eyes, she looks to Lyo and one last swallow as she breathes out then pulls the dagger out from her stomach. The dagger drops as her hands cover the wound which starts to bleed. Blood was being swallowed as there was some lightly painted upon her lips and teeth, but she knows she is going to be fine and just watches Lyo. She didn't spill any sounds beside her breathing, which probably couldn't be heard through the door. If they could be, it would sound like quick breathing from the act of sex. No, even in this situation, she didn't completely let the charade fade. Granted, her eyes are no longer full of lust and goes back to the normal green color. It didn't dawn on her until now that her scars could be seen and was seen since her bath on her leg. She doesn't really move since now isn't the best time, but later on... that will be different.

**Lyo the Shadow Whistle** · Subject: Re: Misjudgement of destruction Mon Dec 14, 2009 11:41 pm

as Lyo was trying to concentrate, and both get another healing vial, and scan her min his skin seemed to ashen lightly, fair tan skin replaced by ashen gray. But it only lasted for a second as he held on ever so briefly to her mind. He didn't find the signature, but he did find a piece of a plan, and it was enough to let him know they didn't like her, and wanted further suffering and pain to befall her and soon. His eyes narrowed and he glared at no one in particular as his normal color returned to his skin. After another moment he pulled his hands free of his pouch and was going to pull the dagger carefully from her. She was faster, ripped it out herself.

“Shh calm down, you'll be okay” he spoke calmly to her, but in truth he knew how badly this kind of wound would hurt. He was glad it was her stomach and not saw her kidney or liver, those hurt so much worse. And the dying took forever, at least a gut wound didn't hurt as bad, though death still took an eternity to come for you. Though he knew she wouldn't need to experience death tonight. He cold fix this easily. He tried to smile reassuringly as he took her hands away form her wound so he could get better access over it. Soon enough he uncorked the vial and poured about two thirds of the contents onto and into the wound.

Soon enough the burning pain would fade, but before that he would press the top to her lips “Drink” he knew it tasted just as bad as before, but death made people forget pain and suffering. Once the dry heaving ended the wounds would be mostly healed again, sure pain would remain for a bit, but she wasn't going to die. Just be covered in spilled blood “And I thought I was unpopular” he smiled and gently stroked her chin. Blood form his hand marking her face as he tried to sooth her

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Sashenka · Subject: Re: Misjudgement of destruction Tue Dec 15, 2009 3:44 pm

She watched with wise eyes seeing the color shift rather rapidly upon any exposed surfaces of Lyo's body. It was rather quite interesting. She will have to remember to go top side soon and kill that psion and the mage for doing this. Then it dawned on her... maybe they weren't after her so much but him and used her as a tool. Maybe someone from his past hired help and she was just there at the right place and time. Lost within her mind for a few moments, she didn't feel the potion being pressed to her wound but did feel the cool glass touch her lips. Blinking a few times, she heard him say drink and takes the rest. The taste wasn't good but if it was going to help her, the taste wasn't important. His comforting words didn't fall on deaf ears as she finally smiles upon feeling the touch upon her cheek. She felt the the wet sensation of blood smearing across her cheek as she laughs some. Sure it hurt, but hell the pain will be gone soon enough. "Hardly... It seems since I've lost some of my memory that I've been in more trouble. It's rather odd... But all I can say is thank you. Another notch that I must repay to you." She laughs more and cringes a bit. "Seems if I stay this unpopular around you, I might just need to stay down here for eternity." She grinned and sits up some before placing both arms around his neck and hugging him. After a moment, she pulls back and places a soft kiss upon his cheek.

Staying sitting up, her hand grazed the horrible scar on her thigh as her eyes look down to it. She was confused for a second, then her eyes cleared. It was that moment, that she just realized everyone that came in contact verbally or physically when coming in here would of saw it and since they were cautious, they really would of saw it. Both hands try to cover the mark as it was an imperfection that no one saw if she could help it. One she didn't forget. She was told once to not be ashamed of scars, and all of the ones on her body, she wasn't. It was this one that she was. Taking the length of her hair, she drapes it over her thigh and shifts her hand out from under it. Eyes look back up to Lyo. "A bad moment in my life that I do remember and wish I could forget. Let's just say a disagreement with my father one day when I was younger." With that, she shifts and just ignores the knowledge, since well, he didn't say anything and she was the one to bring it up. Her body totally exhausted from loosing blood, fighting physically and mentally, and over all being injured, she stands. Her face doesn't show the exhaustion but it was there. "What now?" Her voice soft as her eyes wonder around the room only to stop on him. The tone in her voice was sincere and ever most grateful to him and his efforts to keep her alive. If not her body, she owes him, then perhaps other means can be arranged at a later time for the second saving of her life in the past few hours.

**Lyo the Shadow Whistle** · Subject: Re: Misjudgement of destruction Fri Jan 01, 2010 6:29 pm

Lyo could understand what she meant about being in trouble, but then again he had spent centuries as the villain. He had died, More times than he could count, simply because he had little fear over death. In all the countless lives he had wasted so he could be a proper pain in someones arse he had learned all kinds of things about retribution, and of unknown assailants. Hell he still had more people mad at him then he wanted to think about. But then again at least he knew he had earned the animosity directed towards him. Sure he might not remember how he earned it, but when trouble found him he never questioned his innocence, just its relevance.

“I'd better make more potions then” he smiled and laughed lightly at her words, though her following actions were more quizzical. She covered her thigh with her hair, and hid a scar there as if it had gone unseen. She was ashamed of it, he could feel that easily. That confused him since she had many scars, but before he could think about asking anything she explained briefly. “Many of us have had falling outs with our parents” true Lyo hadn't, but he had his own long standing argument with a goddess as well to fill that void of parental angst so many others seemed to have in their lives.

Soon she stood, and he joined her in that, normally he might have felt a tad bit awkward around her, after all he was barely over an inch taller than her, and the barely came form the soft-soled boots he was wearing. Lyo was neither tall, large or imposing. But then again he was an elf, his threat came form age,m grace, untamed ferocity, and his mental powers... not his awesome height or rippling pectorals. “I believe since you are already naked, his eyes darted over her spectacular body for a second and then towards this enormous bed “That a bath is in order before we go any further. I would hate to stain the linens “He smirked and gestured towards a side room that housed a large bathing basin, and other needed sundries for personal hygiene. “That is unless your suddenly ashamed to be exposed before me?”

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Sashenka · Subject: Re: Misjudgement of destruction Sun Jan 03, 2010 8:57 pm

She couldn't do anything but smile at his comment about being ashamed around him naked. After all, she has been naked since entering his room and well what difference would it make if water and soap was added? Her leg still feeling numb, didn't seem to affect her as much seeing that she looked down when she walked to make sure her let and foot acted right. "Let's just say that the scar on my thigh happened after I fell off of a horse for the first time. The horse got spooked by my father and he wanted to see how much I was paying attention. My first lesson on how to ride a horse... I get bucked off and then he takes the branding iron to my leg... all the way around. Needless to say, I never seen him after that. My mother took me away. We didn't know anyone around with magical healing so we did the best we could. It left me with that scar."

Walking towards the bathing basin, she goes about the ritual of getting the water as hot as it can go before filling the basin. Slipping into it after grabbing everything she needed, she seems to just melt into the water. Going all the way under it before adding any soap to the water, she stays under the water letting her whole body relax as much as possible. Once she needed air, she slowly sits up. Pulling her hair to the side, she starts to clean her skin and her hair. Standing if need be in order to clean all of her skin. It wasn't until after her body was covered in soap, that she has no clothing to wear. Not placing too much thought to it as she still had her weapons and her... backpack. There was clothing in her backpack. It had been quite a long time since she used scented soaps on her skin and hair. She seemed to soak it up before rinsing her hair and body. The water now cold, she slips out and goes through the process of using a towel to dry her hair and one to dry her body. Her body was a hundred percent smooth and void of hair as she stands to the side, with her back to the door brushing her hair and getting all the nasty tangles out of it.Once the tangles were out, she cleans up her mess of wet towels and any wet spots from her dripping, drain the tub and even wipe it out before hanging the towels to dry, if there was a place.

Walking out and over to see where Lyo is, she steps up behind him and simply watches. Not standing over him looking over his shoulder, but more or less admiring the place around him before turning and heading back towards the bed. Once there, she slips onto it and pulls her hair over her shoulder. Her eyes looking up towards the ceiling as she drifts into her thoughts. For once, her royalty-esque air shines through as she could easily be pampered and taken care of by maids. Long softened lines and a very elegant grace to her. Something that is totally different than the bodyguard and fighter type profession she takes on. Her body is toned, and it shows on her abs a bit more than the rest of her body at this moment. Ankles crossed and hands clasped over her stomach, she just goes off into a daydream land. Breathing slowed as if she was getting ready to drift off asleep, though she is completely aware of her surroundings. The length of her hair when not being braided was astonishing to most. It trailed down to the middle of her thighs when wet and just at the base of her butt when dry. Satin smooth and velvety soft. One of the things she takes pride in. She waits to see if there was going to be any knocks at his door for anything as usually that's what happened after she got back from long trips. People asking, mostly men, if she needs help. It was mostly the alcohol talking. Denying them, she would go to sleep back then. Lids half opened, a soft smile on her face, she listens to any noise he might be making as her mind started to turn to mush. She felt safe with him, but she knows also, that she can't let her guard a hundred percent down, due to the events that just happened.