Fantasy RP Ride of Destiny (Rayven The Warlock)

[Firestarter]

Name: Runa Young
Height: 5' 9"
Age: 24
Birthday: October 13th
Ethnicity: Romanian Gypsy
Pronouns: she/her
Attire: white cotton peasants top with a low neckline to flash a small bit of her cleavage, long dark blue skirt that twirls out wide as she dances amongst the streets with her fellow gypsies, golden ankle bracelet with moon charms, dark purple scarf that is rather tied up around her hair of hanging from her hip, leather sandals that tie up around her ankles.
Features: Satin like black hair that end above her hips, silver/green eyes, lips the color of pink rose petals, light golden tan skin, slender frame with hourglass figure, C size breasts, soft and delicate voice, soft pink cheeks that can fool anyone to believe her innocence
Personality: in public = sweet, energetic, submissive, soft spoken, slightly timid
Behind closed doors = bratty, defiant, dominant, demands her will is the way, seductive, strong willed even when in danger.

The tavern that Runa was asked to perform at was nothing new to her. She had gone to the place multiple times with her fellow gypsies in the past, however, it was never to perform, but to steal the hearts of men whom they deemed worthy enough to keep close by for some fun later on. Even though Runa was seen by most as a rather sweet and innocent girl due to her natural smile that she constantly held when around other people, she had darker desires that would have almost any man she wanted crawling at her feet in the hopes of having a taste of her sweet and forbidden flavor.
She had been dancing out in the street when she was approached by the tavern owner, stating he had needed her to help liven the place up since it was just full of depressed drunks who wouldn't stop talking about their previous battles and what they planned to do later.
Being but a poor gypsy on the streets, Runa was always open to earning some money. She watched as the musicians readied themselves on the stage while tavern workers moved tables and chairs out of the way to create an open dance floor for her in the middle of the establishment. She wasn't nervous, but it wasn't everyday that she openly performed for an audience in this manner. She was used to just dancing on the street and smiling at the onlookers as they chose to rather watch or keep walking by.
Once the music began, she twirled and flipped her long, silken hair around to gather the attention of everyone in the tavern. From what she could tell, there was a single pair of eyes that weren't on her as she started dancing. Her skirt, being of a semi-thick fabric, billowed beautifully in the wind as she spun around, giving everyone near a gracious look at her long and defined legs. It only took a few minutes before a thin layer of sweat started to cover Runa's exposed skin, causing her body to glisten in the dull candle light of the tavern as if she was dipped in a pool of glittering water.
Runa didn't much care for the patrons within the tavern, most of which were older men who were just as poor as she was, despite them spending money at a tavern to drown out their sorrows. She had grown tired of the men in the village, all of whom she had been able to gather their secrets without little to no effort. What Runa truly wanted was to meet someone who was worth her while and keep her on her toes with excitement and the promise of a challenge.
What she didn't know was that she was going to meet someone at this tavern. One who would be quite the match for her in terms of personality and desires. Someone who would threaten her dominant hold on her inner secrets and desires. Today was the day that Runa's inner fortress would be tested beyond her previous experiences.

 

[Rayven the Warlock]

Name: Vane
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 225 lbs.
Birthday: Unknown
Class: Skald
Race: Bergra (Forest Spirit)

Ethnicity: Swedish
Pronouns: he/him
Attire: Over his pale, alabaster skin, rests a soft blue cloth, which parts as it surpasses the naval. It's inner layer, a play cream over seats the blue fabric, creating a natural collar. Tiny red plates of hardened leather grow in size, offering his shoulders some protection against attack. White doe skinned pants, which thighs are covered in half chaps. A metal ring on either side of the knee, connected to soft leather boots with thick soles. Upon his hips, he carries a narrow-bladed sword, and a lute hangs from his shoulders.
Features: Raven hair, edged with some greying features, amber almond-shaped eye, a wide mouth with lines common from laughter, alabaster skin, bulky frame with slender and muscular limbs, a member to be proud of, a silken base that is not unlike the rumbled of the quaking earth, weather features with asymmetry and angles, lashes to make a woman jealous, and a goatee of tender and refined hair softer than satin at the touch.
Personality: in public = Charm and joy are the tools of his Barbic trade, which gives of freely to all.
Behind closed doors = Once alone with his conquest, his charm melts into seduction and he is relentless in enjoying the mind, bodies, and souls, trying to find their limits.

A very auspicious day dawned in the early spring for Vane. It was the time for him to stretch his legs, to leave the primal forests of his homeland and wander the world aimlessly in search of whatever would make him whole. He took with him only the clothes his grandmother sewed, bits of armor he made for himself, the sword of his father and his most prized possession, his lute.

It didn’t take him long to sus out the difference between the Bregra, his kith and kin, and those humans that walked the lands. His people preferred to live alone, or at least a respectful distance from one another, while humans seemed to find solace in gathering in groups. It shook him at first, but soon the more he knew these people, the more he understood them. They were a trifle simple, giving into their baser desires on a whim. It wasn’t long until his charm and rugged good looks brought the humans to him. For eons his people knew that mortals would drink deeply of the pleasure of being with a Bregra, but he didn’t realize how quickly they gave of themselves, especially when they learned of his bestial nature.

With a fevered song, a line of well-spoken poetry, or a bawdy joke, all women and many men offered themselves to him. Their bodies bore the markings of their fae master after he finished with them. While he dealt them no physical scars, their minds never quite functioned properly again. Boredom soon grew in his heart, causing Vane to travel further in search of his equal; for that was now what he sought. In countless settlements over more years than he should’ve been gone from his people, he collected the desires of people. His nimble fingers bound those sensations and feelings into the strings of his lute. Each note he played was like a spell that ensnared the mind and enraptured the soul with ease and elegance.

When he earned enough coin to pay for his travel, he pulled up his boots, took to the roads and wandered for places unknown. It was nearing the end of summer, when the prophecy of a heavy winter made Vane wish to find a place to hold up until the melt of the coming snows. Though he didn’t know when this would be, he never knew when he might run out of settlements to visit and need to turn back the way he came. He’d been caught outside in that type of weather before; never again. He planned to return home upon the thaw if he couldn’t find that one last thing he needed. As he strode into town, the sounds of his desires flowing through his strings, as a tavern owner came to seek him. With the promise of silver, wine, a bed, and women to slick his desires, Vane couldn’t refuse.

Upon his first night, he began to play with gusto, striking up a tune to bring those on the floor to their feet, but also to silence them when the troupe of dancing girls whirled like dervishes onto the scene. Vane paused his fingers only once to wet his lips with the sweetest of wine. In that brief instant, he caught the eye of every man and woman in the place, with a singular pair speaking to him. His desire grew, and as he strummed the chords, he summoned her to dance closer to him. He could hear her heart beating in her chest, and sense the sensual desire of her wanton needs on the wind, but still he didn’t look upon her. He kept his focus on the music and the crowd, driving her into a frenzy for him. His adoration, his gaze, and soon his touch would be all she needed. His prey was in sight, but keeping his eyes away from it was key to unlocking his wanted. Soon the night grew toward its close and she was preparing to strike soon. One way or another, he’d have her soon.

 

[Firestarter]

Runa had never seen a being such as the man with the Lute. The way he played the beautiful instrument spoke not only to her ears but to her dancing feet, bringing her closer and closer to him. She couldn't place her finger on it, but she felt drawn to him. She wasn't going to let him in so easily though. She had yet to lock eyes with the man and would refuse to even utter a word to him if there wasn't the promise of making him gaze into her silvery green eyes, those of which had captured many hearts with just a simple look.

Runa was the only gypsy to have her eye color, being said that she was destined to experience great things in her life, both horrible and divine. This was engraved into Runa's mind throughout her life, that she was meant for something more, more than this dust ridden village, more than just dancing for coin or finding some weak willed man whom she could control with a simple glance. She would have to start trusting the words of those who spoke of her destiny, for she had already gained the submission of almost every man within the village already. All but this one whom she couldn't seem to lock eyes with. She was almost losing her patients with that fact, but as her mother had always said, patients is key and all good things come to those who wait.

She continued to dance to his music, constantly placing herself in front of his view in hopes of catching at least one small glance from him, but the more she tried, the faster he seemed to look away. She calmed herself and decided that maybe another shuffle of the cards might give her a winning hand. At the first chance, Runa twirled away from the man and instead danced closer to another gentleman who had glared at the lute player earlier in the night, hoping to see if he will become jealous. She chose to turn her attention away from the lute player, figuring he would try to demand her attention again if he believed it to be gone.

Runa lifted one edge of her skirt and tucked it into the waistband, giving a constant view of her legs which were shining from the sweat that covered her body. She had even rolled up the bottom hem of her shirt and tied it into a knot in the back so her small, flat stomach was in plain sight and allowed everyone to see how her curves moved and swayed with the music. She could feel the man's eyes on her as she kept her back to him, confirming to her that he was, indeed, avoiding making eye contact with her. She knew this game and relished in the spoils that she always seemed to achieve after making only a few calculated moves.

As the song was nearing an end, Runa swiftly lost herself within the crowd so the man could no longer see where she was. She had played this game many times with guards from the kingdom who came to their village, all of which hand fallen prey to her gaze. She snuck through the crowd as a few of her fellow gypsy dancers twirled their skirts while lifting one edge, making a sea of fabric to hide where she might have gone. Runa bit her bottom lip as she silently stalked up behind the man, listening to the final notes of the song before leaning in front of him to force their eyes to meet. With a small smile and wink, Runa felt victorious as she held her face only inches away from the man's, knowing he would have no other choice than to look at her or to close his eyes.

 

[Rayven the Warlock]

The working of his fingers gave Vane an edge over his dancer’s desires. Though it was clear that she wanted him to look upon her, it was her very effort to make it happen that made her weak. He was not averse to snatching glimpses of her body, her flat stomach, those long legs, her lean frame, and her perfect, heavy breasts, but he wouldn’t allow his eyes to rise further. Even as she moved from the stage, he changed the rhythm of the song. To the untrained ear, nothing sounded out of the ordinary, but the spells that he strummed reached out and made the one she desired a fool. He could have stood and struck the man with his instrument, the thick oak wood survived the bashing of a head or two, but that was long ago. Now, as the woman danced, the notes playing on the tender inner ear of her chosen partner made him grow drowsy.

It was not long before she lost interest in the man, but without question, she still wanted Vane’s eyes to meet hers. He knew that it would happen sooner or later, but that didn’t mean she’d not work for her meal. He was accustomed to playing the part of the prey; many women wanted to lead until the last second... than they begged. He wasn’t sure if he wanted that for this dancer, at least not yet, not until he owned her. He allowed his eyes to drift toward his bag in the corner, and wondered if she would like silk, silver, or satin bound around her neck when she consented to sell herself to him for pleasure.

When he returned his eyes to the crowd, surprise didn’t grip him. He knew she wanted to disappear, to play cat and mouse with him. She was the hunter now, just as he liked. Instead of fretting over her game, he steeled himself for the climax. As he sat still strumming his lute, the crowd began to grow restless. He wanted the room, save for the dancers to disperse quickly at the end of the song, thus he made sure the right chords filled in the dimly lit room. Her game was of stealth, his was of preparation.

The final three stanzas of the song came on like a light, and already the crowd thinned to half its size. He could see she was not behind them, which meant she lurker at his rear. He smiled, and tilted his chin up, prepared for her assault. It was the beat of her heart, the most musical part of the body that tipped him to her plan. When he ran his thumb over the final note, he spun the lute out of his control. It twisted, coming to land against the side of the stage, with a satisfying screech that brought his sound to a perfect close. It was precision, for as the sound died, she presented herself to him.

Orbs of the purest creation of the gods and a smile that made the sun seem frigid came to rest before his face. His own shining emeralds held firm against her onslaught. Though he felt a skip of his heart, what man didn’t, even the hardest master, when true beauty presented itself to him? Though, like others of his kind, the vision didn’t unman him, instead it made him harder. All his careful planning drew her into the very trap he wanted. She needed to get close to ensure she could see his eyes, to be sure he couldn’t look away, and that brought her too close to deny him. Without a second’s thought, he placed his hands on her cheeks and leaned into her. His reflexes were undeniable, for before she could react his lips pressed to hers in a tender embrace. As quickly as the attack came, it faded. The tip of his tongue ran over the bottom of her lip as a signature of his work as he retreated. “My name is Vane,” his voice was soft, sweet, and as deep as the ocean at that minute. “And you are taking me back to your room for a wild evening. Shall we?” He smiled as he leaned back in the chair, his eyes fixed on hers in a manner that spoke to his desires.

 

[Firestarter]

Runa couldn’t believe she had fallen for such trickery. She had used the same tactic once on a man who had been following her late one evening, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. Now she had fallen prey to the same trap. She could feel her lips tingling, but she refused to let this man named Vane see that.

“My name is Runa.” Her voice purred like a cat bathing in the sun, “and I will need more than just a kiss to convince me to bring you back to my personal bed.” She slide her tongue out slowly and flicked it gently across his lips, stealing just a small taste for herself before pulling back. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, having never dealt with his kind before, but she was enticed by the challenge. Nothing was going to stop her from at least trying.

She stared deeply into his eyes, putting on an innocent face with a pout to her lips that would make any man go weak in the knees. “You wouldn’t want to hurt my feelings by not buying me at least one drink would you? I’m so thirsty after all that dancing to your wonderful music.” She had used her puppy dog eyes more than once to know that it was always a winner. Whether it be because the man took pity on her, found it adorable, or became infatuated with her. Even though she did want to take this man to bed and learn all of his dirty secrets by riding him, she was going to get something back for letting herself fall into the trap.

She smiled sweetly and placed one hand on Vane’s thigh, letting her fingers tickle over the fabric to see what his reaction would be. She was pleased when she felt his thigh muscle flex under her hand, telling her that she was having an affect on him. Wanting to increase said effect, her other hand slowly grazed its way up his chest, feeling his muscles and heart beat at the same time. She was sure that his heart was going to be beating almost as fast and as hard as hers, but it wasn’t. Not wanting to get deterred, she told herself it was simply because of his race. She wasn’t about to let something as small as someone’s heart beat tell her whether or not she was making them feel a certain way.

As Runa’s hand inches higher, she lightly grazes her fingertips through Vane’s goatee, feeling the softness of his facial hair and being pleasantly surprised. Now all she could think about was how soft it would feel in her nether regions, not having to worry about any roughness.

Taking a chance, Runa leaned closer and brought her lips to Vane’s ear, letting her lips ever so gently touch his ear as she whispered, “If you spoil me just enough here in the tavern with wine, I will give you that wild night in my bed, and I promise it will be a night that you will never forget.”

 

[Rayven the Warlock]

The girl named herself after him, but she did it. One of a woman’s greatest mystiques was not to hide her body, not to demand attention, but to withhold something so important that it drove all men wild. Runa spoke her name so easily to him, and that gave him power over her. The spell of her perfect mystery shattered with that one word, and that gave him something to hold on to. It allowed him to withstand her advances and to see through her favored games.

Large eyes and wandering hands meant nothing to Vane, and yet they meant everything. He reveled in her touch, in her glances, and in her desire, but she was using the tactics all women knew well. He would grant her that she was far and away the most skilled at her task, but it was still something he’d known, almost since the dawn of time.

Their dance brought them so close that he barely needed to lift his back from the rear of the chair, but he moved to make room for his arm. Before she could withdraw, Vane slipped both hands onto the dancer’s knees and bent them forward. Taking her support out from under her brought her down hard on his lap. Though he could tell she enjoyed his muscles, his beard, and even his scent, nothing was greater for her than the sensation of his rising member between her thighs. He allowed himself to grind into her, as his left arm slipped around the small of her back, and the right disappeared behind his. With each passing second, he drew himself nearer to her, letting those words that promised a wild night dance in the back of his mind. Then, just before he touched her lips again with his own, he produced a small flask from the pouch upon the small of his back. It was this leather lined silver container he leaned forward to free to his grasp.

In a painfully slow manner, he peeled his flesh from hers, unbinding her from his embrace. His newly freed arm carried his fingers to the silver stopper, which popped open with just a flick of his thumb. Holding it a few inches from his lips, and directly between their bodies, he allowed the sweet lavender scented liquid to fall onto his outstretch tongue. It coated the soft pink flesh and flowed down his throat. Sweet, sultry, and without compare, the Bregra Ale, a drink that only he knew how to brew filled him with a fire that she could see even if she weren’t this close to him.

Once he swallowed, he offered the mouth of the silver flask to her. “I could buy you wine, ale, mead, beer, or any other spirit that is kept behind the bar, but that wouldn’t spoil a creature like you. Your tongue knows the taste of fermented berries, honey, barley, and grapes. What it has never tasted, for I am the only member of my kind to journey this far, is the sweetness of my Bregra Ale. I call it Lavander Lust. As you can see, I drank of it, and it is perfectly safe. Will you try it and allow me to spoil you as you deserve? If I am going to earn this wild night, I should pay for it in my own way. Trust and believe, one sip and you will be spoiled, but I will not go to bed with you until you’ve had your fill. Do we have a compromise…A deal?” He shook the container before her eyes. “Unless you don’t think you can handle it… If that is the case, maybe one of your lesser ladies will be up for testing themselves on me?” He smiled and leaned his weight fully on the chair, though he still lifted his hips to grind in her and show her that he’d doubled in size already at the thought of her passion.

 

[Firestarter]

The second Vane pulled Runa onto his lap, she started thinking of all the different ways she could cause turmoil inside of him. Sure he was trying to make her jealous by bringing up one of her lesser gypsy friends, but she could tell that it was all just a trick of the mind. She could feel his desire growing for her and it wasn’t just because of his hardening member. He might not have known it, or even if he did he didn’t seem to care, but his desire was leaking off of him like a burning hot aura that Runa could feel on her skin. All she had to do now was figure out a way to not get burned.

She smelled the lavender drink and was intrigued, having smelled the flowers before but never knowing that it could be made into something other than tea. She couldn’t deny that the feel of his hips moving under her was lighting a fire deep inside her core, but her mind was still clear. She knew what he was doing, he was playing the same game that she was. Only difference was that she was the one who held the prize at the end, the warm, slick sheath that he wanted to make his own. To show she meant business and would not be swayed so easily through a few helpless thrusts, Runa tightened her thighs around Vane’s hips, letting him feel just how much warmth they could offer if he were to be blessed with a chance to between them in bed.

A small smile curled at the edges of her rose petal lips as she leaned just a touch closer to Vane’s face, smelling the Lavender Lust on his breath, “I’m sure that any girl here would die to be under your control, Vane, but I think we both know that’s not what you truly want.” She lightly grazed her lips against his, sampling the floral drink before snatching the flask from his hand. Just from that small bit alone, Runa could tell that this drink was an aphrodisiac meant to make her succumb to his every whim so he could dominate her.

While the idea of finally being controlled for once in her life was tempting, she wasn’t going to give into it without a fight. “If you want me to drink this, then you better make it worth my while. I will agree to drink this if we go back to my room first. This does not mean that you are joining in my bed, but simply sitting at my table with me while I drink this, that way we both get what we want. You get me to drink this liquid and I get you alone in a room by myself.” She brought the flask closer to her lips, promising that if Vane agreed, she would take the first sip right there in front of everyone.

The fact that Vane had yet to say anything gave Runa a chance to make the decision herself, something she enjoyed. She wrapped her lips lightly around the opening of the flask and took in the smallest of sips. The effects were almost instant as Runa felt a fire burning inside her from that small sip alone. She let out a slow breath and closed her eyes for only a second before looking back into Vane’s eyes. “Since you didn’t say anything, I’ll take that as a yes. Now, follow me.”

With a swift motion, Runa spun around on Vane’s lap, letting him feel her firm, plump rear grind against his member before heading up the stairs in the back of the tavern. Similar to the offer that Vane was given by the owner of the tavern, Runa was told she could sleep in any of the rooms after her performance. Once inside the room, Runa held true to her word and sat at the table in the corner of the room. The bed was something she had taken the time to reinforce earlier in the day before the performance for two reasons. One being that she never trusted sleeping in a bed that she did not make, and the other being that she had planned on having fun that night, even though she had no idea who it was going to be with.

 

[Rayven the Warlock]

It was a simple matter to wrong foot Runa, though to keep her off her guard, he would need to work. He’d already tasted her, he’d felt her heat, ground into her body, and tempted her with something she truly didn’t trust. All of these things, in and of themselves, were conquests of the highest magnitude for the common tavern brawler or feminine entrancement artist that she thought he was – and in truth might have been once – but she wasn’t giving him the credit he deserved. This, too, was another trick of her gender.

He laid out of few banalities of his own, but they were merely opening gambits in a game that made chess seem like a child’s toy. He wouldn’t call himself a master of these endeavors, but others had, and who was he to deny them? Each of his words baited her forward and in the end she could not hold true to herself. She needed to win something, anything to keep herself in the game. That too was a lie, but it was one she wanted him to believe. He could feel the heat between those thighs, and rushing into them would be a death sentence to his trade. Yes, she wanted him, but now she was on the defensive. Yet, a hint of her eager, wanton nature returned just after she proved herself beyond them. She wanted him to choose, go to her room and watch her drink, he merely needed to say, ‘yes.’ Thus, he denied her the answer and waited, with his chilling emerald irises boring into her silken flesh. She would not get him to speak, and he did not.

Upon her taking his silence for affirmation and tasting again of the sweet nectar in his flask, she tipped her hand. Her bidding, for him to follow her from the tavern proper, still coaxed no words from him. Instead, Vane set about unbuckling the straps around his leather bracers. He let them fall as he stood and moved his fingers to the belt that acted as a garter for his chaps. When the soft leather fell from his hips, he strode after her. With practice steps, he pulled his feet from the leather boots and left them in their place beside the chair. One by one, he opened the horsehair buttons holding his skin from sight, until his chest revealed itself. Upon reaching the center of the staircase, he turned to face the women still staring at him, wishing to be Runa once again. “Would you kindly take care of those for me?”

He unclasped the straps about his arms, letting the stiffened leather plates about his shoulders fall. “These too.” He climbed the stairs with bare feet, freed hands, and only two layers of linen between him and her. After watching her disappear into her room, he followed her, closing the heavy red pine door in his wake. He turned his back on her, but not his eyes, those stayed upon her frame which rested in the chair in the table at the back of the room. With a snap, the latch slammed closed and for all purposes, they were alone.

The blue and cream shirt held itself on his frame no longer, instead he left it to pool at the crack under the door. With a leather belt holding his trousers in place, he set his eyes on the bed. He nodded his approval of her modifications, for it looked perfect for his next task. Rather than join her, he moved toward the bed, opening and dropping the belt, his linen trousers and all. With a smile on his face and a nod to Runa, Vane leaped into the air, after letting her drink in his form, something she clearly liked as much as the concoction she stole from him. Once he settled himself, with both pillows under his head, he tested the framing with his weight. The bouncing allowed for a suitable sound without fear of the bed breaking. Then he returned his gaze to her.

“Don’t mind me,” he said in the silken tone that accompanied his romantic songs earlier in the evening. “I believe you said that you only wanted me in your room and that you wouldn’t be in the bed with me. There were no words you uttered that said I wasn’t allowed on the bed or that I must take up a chair next to you. As for my clothing, that wasn’t discussed either was it?” He crossed one foot over the other, his pride clearly stiff and visible between his legs, and folded his hands behind his head; the picture of relaxation. “You know what, I think that you did tell me you wanted me seated at that table with you… Hmm, well I’m remarkably comfortable, would you mind very much if I just stay here?” He flashed her a grin. “So? What did you want to speak about while you drink? I’m told the weather is going to be heavy this winter.”

 

[Firestarter]

Runa knew exactly what she was doing as we walked up those stairs. She made sure to take her time, listening to the straps of his garments being played with, followed by the soft thumb of his boots hitting the floor. She wanted to turn around to see the display of boldness, but she didn't dare let her demeanor change. She needed to uphold her unamazed and unimpressed attitude to keep Vane from seeing her true desires. From the second she had tasted that sweet liquid and felt him under her, she had already started craving more. She wanted to ride this man into the late hours of the night and make him beg her to listen to all of his dark and dirty secrets.

Each of her steps up those stairs was made with purpose. The sway of her hips with each step was exaggerated just the smallest bit while keeping a sharp ear so Vane could not sneak up behind her and take what he wanted without her knowing what was coming. She had seen the two women watching both her and Vane as they ascended the stairs. They were the least experienced of the gypsy women in her group and had looked up to her for advice. Seeing their flushed faces at the way Vane teased them with his body and allowed them to watch over his belongings caused her lips to curl with a small smile. No doubt that those two women were going to bombard her with questions about how Vane is in bed.

The only time Vane had managed to surprise Runa was the moment the door was locked with a small slam, causing her heart to jump within her chest. She was used to men being so nervous about being with her that they would close the door so softly, it would look like they were dealing with glass. She was excited though, to deal with a man who had boldly stolen a kiss from her without showing an ounce of fear. It was a pleasant feeling that sent electrifying tingles throughout her body to know that Vane was something completely different from what she had normally dealt with. Even when she had watched him undress and proudly display his exposed frame to her, she knew that tonight was going to be the most memorable night of her life.

Seeing Vane's full size on display, standing at attention for her, made her hungry and ready to pounce. She was a good girl, though, who knew better than to grovel like a dog begging for scraps. She took yet another sip of the Lavender Lust and slowly licked her lips after pulling the flask away from her lips, feeling the heat within her growing and burning hotter for one man and one man only. With a soft giggle and quick comb of her fingers through her long, luscious locks, Runa raked her eyes over Vane's body as he laid out on the bed.

“You are more than welcome to lay there. I'm sure someone such as yourself could use a soft surface to rest upon. The matter of your clothes is meaningless to me, though. I am not some shy girl who cannot handle seeing a body such as yours.” She kept her voice collected and smooth, not giving him the satisfaction of hearing just how much she was starting to crave the sensation of enjoying the sins of the flesh. “When it comes to talking about something, why don't you tell me what it is that brought you to our humble village. I'm sure you must have a lavish home to return to, one with a luxurious bed that must be filled with women of your choosing.” She was teasing and she knew it, but she couldn't help wanting to let him think that his body was below impressive to her.

She didn't wait for a response from him before she started to undress as well, releasing her soft, supple chest from the confines of her shirt and letting it fall to the floor in a soft pile. She stood from her chair and teased the buttons that held her skirt closed at the side of her hip, letting each one slowly slip out of its respected place before the royal blue fabric pooled around her ankles. The last thing for her to remove was the purple scarf that was tied under her hair, flicking it out like a whip and shaking out her hair before looking at Vane with a mixture of seduction and excitement. She took a few steps closer, still holding the purple scarf in her hands as she stopped about two feet from the edge of the bed, “I'm sure there was just something that brought you here, Vane. I would truly like to know what that is.”

 

[Rayven the Warlock]

There wasn’t much point in denying her. Runa knew he wanted her, and she knew the game they were playing. When the questions tumbled from his lips like drops of water from a fountain, Vane allowed them to wash over him. He paid particular attention to the way she said his name. It wasn’t uncommon for a woman to utter the moniker of the man she desired in an almost guttural growl. Men might think they have the market cornered on desire, but women are there equal there as much as every other place in existence.

His refusal to speak with her downstairs drove her wild, but doing so up here could sour this relationship as easily as lemon curled cream. Instead of denying her, he merely waited a moment and for his reward, he received more questions. They were poignant and open, just as he intended to be with her. Then she made her move to unnerve him. It didn’t cause him to regret his decision, but as all men’s bodies do in the presence of beauty, it betrayed him. With each piece of her attire that she freed before his eyes, his pride swelled to great size. He could not hope to keep it down, for like a spear trained on a target, he was keeping his mark in sight.

When he looked up from himself at her, he accentuated the scape of his body with a gentle smirk. “Well, that is a very interesting tale. My people aren’t local, nor are they very friendly. In fact, to find more than three of my kin in the same place is rare. The free folk of my lands don’t enjoy crowds or being spotted, however… And this is odd to admit, they love humans. When one dances into the forests, my people find them and… enjoy them… all night long.”

He leaned forward as she drew closer to the bed. His right leg dropped to the floor, and he enjoyed the feel of the highly polished wood against his skin. “Therefore, you are wrong. I do not have a throng of women in my bed, at least not at home. I don’t even have more than one, maybe two, in my bed when I walk in your lands. My purpose isn’t to find as many partners as possible, for I’m not the knave you seem to think I am.”

He lowered his left leg next to the right and sat up on the edge of the bed, his eyes still focused on her. “The reason I’ve come to this village is the same as to why I’ve visited every town in your lands. That is simply to meet the people. See I learned something about humans in my time. That is to say I like them better than my people. However, I’ve yet to find that one thing that all men are looking for, but that they rarely admit.”

He held his hands toward her and flicked his wrists. “Did you want to tie me up?” He looked over his shoulder at the headboard and slid back away from her, placing his wrists against two of the dozen ornamental spokes that would allow her to tie him down. “Forgive me for assuming, but you are hunting me now, as I am sure you have hunted many. You probably unnerve them with your beauty, or with your grace. Those that are strong enough to withstand your charms probably break once you start your work. The trouble is that we are both masters of this dance. You wish to bind me to your will, and you think that is what I am here for. If trapping me in your bed gives you the confidence you need to continue, I will not stop you. However, I do not need anything to break you; I can do it while restrained.”

Vane moved the top pillow out of his way, leaving the bottom perfectly aligned for his head. Without breaking Runa’s gaze, he set himself on the mattress in a perfectly prone position, offering himself no advantage before returning his hands to the headboard. “If that lovely silken chord is going to make you feel better, please use it. If not, I can see the glistening between your legs, and feel the throbbing in my member. I think it is about time that your sheathe and my sword find out if they unite properly, and which one of us as the will to subjugate the other.” He smiled at her, though it wasn’t a challenge, it was an invitation the likes of which he doubted she ever received.

 

[Firestarter]

Runa's eyes remained transfixed on Vane as she watched his member grow and grow. She didn't let her face give way to her thoughts, but she had never seen a man so well endowed before. She could feel the sweet beginnings of heated arousal growing between her legs, ready to spill over like a rushing river. What she wasn't ready for was Vane's small confession about his people. What was his game? Was he just trying to distract her? She wasn't about to let that happen. Even as he moved, placing one leg on the floor and displaying more of his glorious member, she made sure to keep her eyes from drifting past his lips.

The way Vane's muscles flexed and tightened with his movements was something Runa was not used to. Yes, she had dealt with muscular men in her past, but with Vane, it was as if his body was performing a dance for her eyes alone. Her pupils dilated as she felt her hunger for him grow. The effects of the Lavender Lust were almost in full effect as she gazed down at the man on her bed. Her fingers twitched lightly with the sensation of electric sparks at the tips while the rose buds on her chest hardened, waiting to be lavished with attention.

Once Vane had both feet on the floor, Runa felt a surge of bone searing heat rush through her body. The way this man looked at her was something new, but very welcomed more than she would ever admit. As he spoke, gracing her ears with the soft gruff of his voice that seemed to vibrate against her very being with little effort, she fiddled with the scarf in her hands, delicately folding it into a thin band. She wasn't sure at first as to why she was still holding the soft garment, but something told her it might add some excitement to their dance.

The mention of tying Vane up to her bed was tempting, but she was not going to spoil her chance at experiencing her first real challenge with a man such as Vane. “Oh my dear, this isn't to tie you up,” she giggled softly, her voice holding a soothing yet sultry tone, “this is to help intensify any and all sensations.” She nibbled her bottom lip for a moment, contemplating if Vane was going to guess her next move. Any other woman would've leapt at the chance to tie Vane up and have their way, but Runa was no fool.

She remembered the way his hips rocked under her with a powerful force that demanded entrance at that moment. Tying Vane up would do nothing but give him leverage to enhance his upward thrusts. Instead, Runa took a completely different route than even she would've normally taken. Runa carefully crawled onto the bed and over top of Vane like a tiger who was finally about to skin her teeth into the delicious prey she had been hunting for hours, straddling not his hips, but his stomach. She knew that if she were to go any lower, then she might as well give up and let him collar her right then and there.

She looked down at Vane, letting him feel the warmth of her core hover above his stomach, “If you think you don't need much to break me, then prove it to me while one of my senses is missing while only using your hands and mouth first.” With slow and deliberate movements, Runa tied the scarf around her eyes to blind herself. She traced her fingers slowly down her cheeks and neck after the scarf was securely in place, testing the waters of heightened sensitivity to touch. Already, Runa could feel a small tingling from the places she touched herself, knowing that this was going to make the night even more interesting. She knew this was a risk, but it was one that even she found worth taking. “Whoever begs for our bodies to become one first, loses and belongs to the victorious one, through mind, body, and soul. Do we have a deal, Vane?”

 

[Rayven the Warlock]

She wasn’t everything he thought she’d be, Runa was everything he wanted her to be. The heat of her body was already making it nearly impossible for him to catch his breath, and the feel of her flesh as it prowled up him caused a beast inside his belly to growl and roar with excitement. When her body responded to the sweet stimuli of the situation, he marked her as a perfect specimen of womanhood. It disappointed him, but did not sadden him to feel her cross over his member. It was a rare sensation to have heat grace the tip of his most sensitive flesh without it sinking down on him a moment later, but one he found himself enjoying more than the velvet grip of many cores that weren’t as elusive as Runa’s.

When she laughed at the idea of binding him, he licked his lips, but a rare smile, one of genuine pleasure came to his face when she withdrew her eyes from his sight. She’d worked so hard to have him look at them, so it was a marvelous torment to keep them from him. In response to her temping request, Vane allowed his hands to rest on her hips. His rough fingertips sank into the tender flesh that he found there, but they didn’t stay long. As his hands rose, he tucked the tips of his fingers toward his palms and allowed the edges of his nails to glide up over her sides. First, they dipped toward her spine, tickling the minor protrusions against her flesh. She was fit, athletic, in perfect shape and his fingers had no issue tracing the center of her core.

Now, as he drew his hands back, the pads of his fingers traced along her skin, the nails dragging firmly after them. He maneuvered around her breasts, causing small tendrils of reddened flesh to rise in the wake of his tempered strength. When he reached her nipples, only the tender centers of his palms graced them. He could feel them pressing into him like diamonds. Her body didn’t have defenses against him, but that didn’t stop these petals from becoming thorns. He allowed his hands to linger on the soft, heaving mounds for some time, letting her breathing control the manner in which he explored. Then, when he felt her breath catch, he traced his hands to her collarbone. With gentle pressure, he ran the thickest part of his thumbs over that rugged area, breaking its strength until the tender embrace of his thumbs made it and her muscles give up any attempt to resist him.

When at length, his fingers passed over the tenderness of her throat, he made sure to avoid any touch that might restrict her. He would not cause her that pain, for it was the trade of brutes, and though he liked to master all situations, he would not resort to such petty maneuvers. As his digits curled around her shoulders, Vane lifted his hips to push her frame down his body. She lowered until the curve of her ass felt the edge of his member. This allowed him to sit, and with the speed of lightning he was up, pressed to her like he always belonged there. His lips cupped the nipple of her left breast as his fingers traced her arms. Upon capturing her wrists, he bent them, bringing them to the small of her back, where he passed them into one firm hand and gripped them. His free limb rose slowly, gripping her blindfold and freeing it from her eyes. Once they were uncovered, his emeralds came to match them and their tender fury.

“I don’t know why you are fighting my collar so hard,” Vane said. “You haven’t even seen what the item looks like. It would not hide your beauty as that scarf did, but it will decorate you in a manner which you never thought possible. I can tell by your breathing, the perk of your nipples, the flow between your legs, and now your eyes, that you have intentions of asking, no begging. Do yourself a favor and whisper your desire… No, your need for me. I will grant it and reveal my collar to you. I have it in this room, that is how confident I am that you will… Wear it… Beg for it… Cherish it.” The last three phrases escaped his lips in slow, heavy words, and were each preceded and followed by soft kisses on her trembling lips.

 

[Firestarter]

Runa's theory had been proven right as she felt Vanes hands grip thought onto her soft hips. His touch was already warm and firm, but with the blindfold on, she could feel the possession he wanted over her like a roaring fire. The roughness of his calloused hands felt oddly soothing. She wanted to lean into his touch, but she was not one to surrender without a fight.

With every small inch of her skin the Vane explored, a trail of electrified skin was left behind. She could feel every fiber of her being buzzing like a honey bee that was flying through the air. The graze of his nails over her skin sent chills radiating up and down her spine in time with his movements. The way his fingers follow the contours of her frame told her he was not only teasing her, but studying her, learning what areas could be touched in certain ways to elicit varied reactions.

Vane was proving to be the final challenge for Runa. He had already evaded many of her tricks and games, the blindfold being the only one that even he wasn't expecting. She was pleased that she didn't end up causing herself to fall into another trap by blindfolding herself. She instead found a new link about herself and she planned on taking advantage of it.

Runa had to snap herself out of her thoughts as she felt Vanes hands on her breasts, teasing her with the promise of being squeezed and kneaded, only to be left wanting as his hands moved up to her collarbone. She tried her best to remain cool and collected, but the gentle tickle of his fingers over her throat both shocked and intrigued her. She was used to men grabbing her throat roughly as a play of dominance, which would never end well for them. Vane, however, was different and it sent sparks down to her very core.

The moment she felt the tip of his member press lightly to her ass, Runa exposed herself with a soft gasp of surprise, no doubt lighting a fire within Vane. She let herself relax and be controlled for just a moment as he secured her hands behind her back with a firm grip that reminded her of metal shackles that forced submission out of the wearer. His lips were just as soft against her nipple as they were against her lips. She was about to lose a bit of control and moan when the sudden tug of her blindfold snapped her back to reality.

Her eyes locked with Vane’s and her heart pounded in her chest. She would never admit it, but she had also worn the blindfold to avoid seeing the lust and desire in his eyes, being just as hungry as hers. She struggled to maintain control of her mind as his words almost put her under a spell. The talk about how his collar would decorate her and how she will come to cherish said collar was something both excited and terrified Runa.

She was already on the edge of the abyss as she felt her arousal dripping down from her slit to her thighs. This man was the only one to ever have such confidence in front of her, and it excited her beyond belief. Part of her wanted to give in and bend to his whim, but she was still the same defiant girl and it was about time Vane saw it. After the last soft kiss was placed on her lips, Runa leaned forward enough to press her breasts firmly against Vane's chest while letting her lips feather over his as she spoke,

“My darling Vane, you still haven't broken me. Perhaps you secretly want my collar more. To be able to crawl behind me as I walk so you can watch my curvaceous body sway for you with each step until I bless you with the chance to taste my sweet nectar.” She lightly flicked her tongue over Vane's bottom lip before nibbling on it softly. She kept her eyes locked on his as she felt his heart beat increase from her breasts pressing against him. “Come now, be a good boy and let your Mistress put a nice collar around your neck and maybe she will give you a special treat. Unless you're scared of how good it would feel to service me without anything in return for yourself.”

 

[Rayven the Warlock]

Vane allowed her to play with his lips and to speak those words without moving even a small amount. He could feel his heart speeding up, that wasn’t something he could deny, but he could feel hers now thundering against his chest. She was sinking everything she had into this gambit. It wasn’t the long game, this was the cracking of her resolve. Dropping his hands to the mattress, he took the bulk of their weight onto his well-defined arms. With a subtle lift of his hands, to allow her ass to once again feel the caress of his stiffened member, he bit his lower lip. Chewing on it for a moment, and letting his eyes close half a beat, allowed him to sell his next statement.

With tears in his eyes, ones he summoned from the depth of his soul, he met her fierce stare, the gaze of a mistress. “You are right. Crawling behind you, and serving you, may very well be something that I would enjoy. I don’t think a man alive would deny that you might be the greatest woman to walk the planet. Maybe I should…” Vane lifted his left hand clear of the mattress, now only supporting their bodies with one of his lean, muscular arms, and snapped his fingers. “Drat, you almost had me thinking I was human.” The tears vanished from his eyes and the sparkle of his emerald orbs re-ignited into a blaze that could set the world on fire if he but allowed a fraction of their intensity to escape his control.

“The difference between me and those men is that I’m not human. Did you even take notice of the fact that I’ve already let you go, and instead of moving your arms to take control, you keep them crossed behind your back? Poor little girl, playing at being a queen. You keep your hands back there without even a whisper of my request. You do it because deep down inside, you hate to be in control. It isn’t behind you where you wish a Bregra to be, it is on your knees behind him worshipping the ground he walks on. You wish it to be him to call you his good girl, and for your body to melt at his touch.” He smiled at her, slowly sitting back up, forcing her body further down his form. “Now ask kindly the question to need to ask to end this torment. Give up the power you wish to lose. I can see your arms already moving, you want to stretch out those fingers, grip your newest idol and worship it.” He tilted his head toward her, moving his ear closer to her lips. “Whisper it, ask for what you need, ask for my collar, and end your suffering. Use your power one last time to end yourself. You can do it, good girl… Reach for it, press those lips together… Hiss the words you need… Beg for it… Cry for it… Submit to it. That’s right, be a good girl for once in your life and admit your defeat.” Vanes sank his teeth into her collarbone as his words stopped and the flat of his hand wrapped firmly on her rear, leaving a dark red welt on her plump, fair skin.

 

[Firestarter]

The feel of Vane's body against hers like a white hot iron searing Runa's skin. For a traveler, his skin was as soft as fox fur. The soft words he spoke and the tears in his eyes were breaking down small pieces of the wall around her heart, each word flaking away piece after piece. It was something so foreign yet surprisingly comforting to feel herself starting to give in. She didn't know if she would be able to hold back had those tears fallen from his eyes.

Runa's heart skipped another beat as she felt his rock hard member brush against her ass, teasing and promising delicious pleasure that she had yet to know. Just as she was about to let herself go and relax on top of him completely, the sudden snap of his fingers had her come crashing back down to earth in a plume of shock and astonishment.

She looked into his eyes and saw the fire of a thousand suns that would burn her alive if given the chance. She had been so lost in the feel of him under her and the sound of his voice, that she hadn't realized the loss of his grip on her wrists and he had called her out on it in a heartbeat. A new combination of emotions was rising within her, one of embarrassment, fear, and dare she say, need. Vane was more elusive than she had thought and now she was paying for it.

Her mouth hung open ever so slightly as he spoke of her being the one to follow behind him, kissing the ground he walked on like her one true ruler. Chills ran up her spine as he spoke, making her feel so small and so vulnerable. The moment he mentioned her wanting to be called his good girl combined with him shifting his position to move her further down on his succulent frame, she gasped softly and felt her cheeks turn bright red like the petals of a rose that bloomed near lakes.

Every word Vane uttered held the stone of a knife followed by the sweet tingling of excitement. Runa had long gotten over being the only one who ever seemed to be powerful in bed, but being on the other side was more terrifying than she had ever thought. Her fingers twitched with a need to follow his commands of grabbing him and worshiping him, already feeling the ghostly presence of Vane's collar around her neck. She cried out softly and leaned her head back as he marked her collarbone with his teeth, leaving a gloriously painful welt on her ass.

His voice echoed in her ears like someone calling into a dark cave as he called her a good girl, one phrase she had always been weak at the very mention of. Had he trailed his tongue up her neck while cupping her cheek with his hand, Runa would've melted and her hardened heart would've cracked, but alas he did not. She remembered that in her own words, she had said that the first person to beg for their bodies to become one would lose, but she never stated what it meant if either had taken what they wanted without a word.

“Oh Vane…if only you had read between the lines of our deal, you might very well have had me collared and begging at your feet like a starving puppy.” She looked back into his eyes, hers now filled with a defiant glare that showed she was tired of waiting. “It's true, I let myself fall prey to you a bit tonight, but no matter what, you still never got me to say a single word about joining our bodies as one.” She cupped both his cheeks in her hands and pressed a hungry kiss to his lips, wanting to brand her flavor into his mouth before pulling away just a little, “I'm a girl who always gets what she wants without having to say even the tiniest of words.”

Within a matter of seconds, Runa shifted her hips and took Vane's member deep inside her dripping core. A high pitched gasp followed by a deep groan left her lips as she was filled completely with her head tipping back to revel in the sweet sensation of him being inside her. She let out a soft laugh before looking into Vane's eyes once more, wanting to see the pleasure rising within him, “You're mine Vane, no matter what, you will belong to me in one way or another.” Her voice still held a sultry tone even with her heavy breathing as she began riding him and grinding herself down further along his throbbing member. Waves of heat rushed over her body as she took every inch of him in. Even if he were to secretly slit the collar around her neck during this moment, she wouldn't care, because she knew that she still got her prize without having to say the words he so desperately wanted to hear.

 

[Rayven the Warlock]

Her desire for him wasn’t deniable, not even by the gods themselves. The hungry way her eyes drank of his flesh, that her lips parted at their touch and the way she breathed all spoke to her need, her want, her attrition. She was moving herself toward the edge of oblivion, and he didn’t even need to coax her. When his member brushed against her and that wicked smile came across his face, he knew what she was planning. He leaned forward into her words, drawing their bodies so close that she needed only to reach a single digit between their bodies to make them one. Her echoing voice, rift with sultry tease told him what she was going to do just a moment before she did it. Had he had an hour to prepare he might have enjoyed it less, but that wasn’t true in any sense of the word.

It was intensity, the feel of her body opening to swallow him. In an instant, she took him to the hilt inside her, but it happened more slowly than the perception of time itself. Her body moved back, retreating from him, making Vane long for her. Then a heat washed over him, the burning warmth that would make the sun jealous caused him no pain, instead it made him twitch and align perfectly with her body. The gentle embrace of her sweetest flesh took his head inside her and made him feel welcome, and without warning, her hips pressed down. He was inside her before he could think. An echo of her laughter struck his core.

The crushing depths of her body sent his mind into a gentle roil, which made him drop back and rest his head on the pillow. His neck arched and his chin pointed toward the ceiling as she began her work. The crushing depths of her body, followed by the sudden rise and fall of her bouncing lulled him into darkness. His hands responded without his command, and they took their place on her hips, holding her as his lips opened and uttered an intense moan. Then she boasted, she began to talk of her power, how she got what she wanted without speaking, and how she disregarded their rules of engagement. It reached him in the room of pleasure she trapped him in, and armed him for the task at hand. It was her laugh that told him the game was still afoot, even if she was cheating him.

His left hand moved to take her breast, but then she threw her head back and moaned. That was all the opening he needed. His core bunched, despite her best effort to pin him with her womanly pride, and he fought against the shuddering pounding that her flesh caused as it opened and reapplied her feminine squeeze to his most sensitive flesh. His left hand moved beyond the round orb of flesh, slipping to the back of her head. He cradled her neck there, keeping her from moving beyond his reach. His right arm slipped behind the small of her back, forcing her to slow her work, though he didn’t stop her. Then, before she could utter another word, he kissed her lips, breaking from the embrace after a few seconds to trail a line of them to the base of her ear.

“You can cheat all you want.” His voice, though dotted with his pleasure, still rang deep and powerful in her ears. “You can break the agreement, we both knew this was going to come down to a good fuck, but there were no lines to read between. The words might not have escaped your lips, but they resound in your mind. You have so freely done this to yourself, wrap the huntress around the spear, so shall we see what she can handle?”

As soon as the words parted from Vane’s lips, he pushed his hips into the mattress just as she rose. When she came slamming down onto him, he pushed them forward, disrupting her steady rhythm. His right hand pulled harder on the small of her back, forcing her out of alignment, making it impossible for her to keep riding. Instead, his arms held her paralyzed as his member raced up into her deepest reaches. His left hand moved from the nape of her neck to her breast, cupping it gently and holding one steady so that he could suckle and then bite her nipples as he pounded up into her.

When, at last, he leaned away from her, still pounding without mercy into her as hard and fast as possible, he grunted his pleasure. “Come on, my good little girl, you know you want that collar, you can feel it already, and no matter how hard you fuck, even if you make me cum inside you, you won’t win. The pussy, these tits, that face, and your mind all belong to me.” This time when he pushed up into her, both his hands came to her hips, making it impossible for him to move and allowing him to disappear fully inside her. Without retreating, Vane kissed Runa’s lips, then began rocking himself in and out of her slowly, only an inch at a time as his hand rapped firmly on her ass. “Say it good girl, say you need me, ask for my collar. Be a good girl, you know you should be. We both know how this is going to end.”

 

[Firestarter]

Runa could feel the heated passion growing between them with each burning second. The throbbing of his member while being buried deep inside her heated core was sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Her womanhood tightened around him and molded into the shape of his member. Whether she had realized it or not, this was her undoing. Every inch of her body was buzzing as her insides were simmering. Every move she made was kept slow so she could watch Vane’s face contort with pleasure. He was like putty in her hands as she rocked her hips, making sure his member ground against every sensitive spot within her. Even Runa could no longer hold back as Vane moaned and pressed his head back into the pillows. She let out passionate moans as her hands pressed down on Vane’s chest, steadying herself as she quickened her pace. Her eyes closed for a moment as she let herself get lost in the magical feel of being filled so completely.

When Vane grabbed her breast, Runa’s heart skipped a beat, and her moans became deeper. She covered his hand with her own for a moment, making him squeeze and knead her soft flesh while letting her head fall back. She was in a state of bliss as she continued to ride Vane, wanting both to submit to him and have him submit to her. She couldn’t care less at this point who broke first, so long as she would be able to have this man in bed with her whenever she wanted. She looked down into his eyes as he held her neck and trapped her in place against him with his other arm, seeing that there was a new fire building within him that she had not yet seen. With his hold on her, Runa struggled to keep her pace regardless of how hard she tried to grind and wiggle along his length.

Before she could tell him to release her so she could resume her work, she was silenced by his kiss. Her lips moved on their own with his as the seconds seemed to slow. Even though they had already kissed multiple times, she felt as though she would no longer be able to survive without his lips on hers. Even as he pulled away, she tried to reach for more, whimpering in desperation to taste his mouth once more. Chills ran down her spine as his lips tickled along her jawline and up to her ear, making her lean her head towards him. She wanted to hear every word he had to say like it was gospel. Runa was biting her lip as she heard the mixture of pleasure and power in Vane’s voice. He had been the only man to ever be able to speak while being inside her, while the other’s had only ever been able to cry out and moan as they begged for more.

She knew she had cheated on their agreement, wanting nothing more than to take what she wanted regardless of what she had said before, but hearing it come out of Vane’s mouth as if he were reading her mind turned her into a quivering mess. Her breathing shook as she thought of all the different ways she would allow him to play with her body, how far she would let him push her limits. The moment their bodies crashed together, Runa let out a powerful moan like she never had before. Pleasure rippled through her and caused her back to arch and her eyes to widen. The sensation of having him take control and claim her most intimate of areas in such a manner was more than Runa could’ve hoped for. She could barely recover from Vane’s powerful thrust before he stripped her of his member, making her gasp and want to cry as she was left feeling empty for a moment.

She was about to beg for him when he filled her once again, eliciting a yelp of satisfaction. She relaxed in his embrace and let him control her body, not wanting to lose the boiling heat he was causing inside of her. She leaned her head back once more as he suckled on her nipple, groaning and whimpering as she felt a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain from his teeth digging lightly into her sensitive flesh. The sound of his hips slapping into her succulent ass filled the room accompanied by her cries of pleasure. She wanted everyone to know that she was being claimed by Vane, no longer wanting any control over him. It didn’t take much longer for Runa to boil over. She erupted with a powerful scream as she reached a world-shattering orgasm. Her back arched farther than ever before, and her entire body trembled. Waves of pleasure continued to wash over her as Vane’s slow assault on her dripping core continued, demanding her obedience.

His statements of her begging for his collar and the thought of him filling her depths with his seed made Runa fall into a hypnotic state of paradise. Her eyes were rolling back and all she could hear was Vane’s voice. It called to her like she was a lost puppy who was searching for her master, and she intended to follow it. She wanted to be his good girl, just as he stated. No, she needed it. She could no longer deny that Vane was the only man she could be with again. When Vane pulled away from yet another kiss and egged her on, calling her a good girl and battering her ass with desirable smacks, Runa looked into his eyes while treasured tears of passion filled her eyes. Her voice shook and her heart raced as she gave in, surrendering herself to Vane completely. “Please, Vane, give me your collar and make me yours. I want to belong to you and only you. I want to be your good girl until the end of time and serve you like no other.”

 

[Rayven the Warlock]

It was a night of passion, like Vane never knew. His moans of pleasure echoed both within his mind and across the room as Runa gave herself to him with fury. When her body erupted with a cataclysmic release, he thought that nothing in the world could have such power as this woman. It was all he could do to hold on to the waves of pleasure washing into him from her work. When his own body peaked and he unleashed his seed into her, he felt complete and whole. She was perfect for him, the wild unbridled spirit of nature to match his lordly skills. She was his everything, that one perfect moment that he needed.

When her words echoed in his mind and sent tendrils of pleasure to his very core, he smiled at her. Laying on his back, now fully spent from the evening’s play, he reached for her. With his hands on her hips, he pulled her closer, drawing her neck to within reach of his hands. Gently, his fingers moved to the soft curves of that sensitive area, and he managed to lean forward and offer her a little nibble. “I told you that you would ask, and beg for the collar you deserve. Now it shall be a decoration unlike any you’ve ever dreamed.”

He waited for her eyes to close and her to arch her neck to give him the proper angle to make her his, the move that some many did upon their submission. Without words of praise or condescending remarks, his hands slipped from her and dove into his hair. Though it now shows signs of dishevelment at the power and pleasure of the night, it still held that strangely perfect knot at the base of his ponytail. Within the strands of his raven locks, his fingers worked and at last freed a small silver ring set with an emerald that Gaia, the mother spirit, would covet herself. Drawing his digits from his hair, caused it to spill and fan out over the pillow, wreathing his head in a halo of darkness. Soon he touched her neck, letting her tremble at his touch before leaning forward to kiss her once more, capturing her left hand with both of his. He slipped the ring onto her wedding finger and grinned.

“It is common in the Bregra culture to gift a band of pure silver to the one we wish to spend our lives with.” He watched her eyes expand. “Runa, I didn’t invite you up here to own you, but to find out if we belonged to one another. Your desire and mine are perfectly tuned, so the collar you wear is the ring of our union.” Vane couldn’t stop smiling. “You have my love, and now I know I have yours.”

The End

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