--When had she careened herself into the main plot of a fairytale? Even as those fingertips sought out that girls slit, tempting and rousing the skin along each side of those outer lips, there wasn't a motion to stall. No hesitation in the girls frame, no squirming against the hand along her throat that had taken away her air. With as many persons she had underneath her over the pass of time, could she recall one who would have done the same? Whose form was so giving and forgiving of her motions no matter what they be. Crystal hues would widen lightly as those hands raised across the womans chest to press along those strings. Hiding those perked breasts from view with the motion, and for a second there was a thought that the woman was protecting herself from her wicked ways. But those digits would only hook in and draw the material down to expose more flesh to her view. A submissive motion if one had ever been seen, an offering that would make her lips part and those iris quiver within the whites of her eyes. Not a finger had been laid along the woman below her, not a measure taken along her mental prowess. No derogatory comments had been thrown her way, no skin flayed from her being...and yet. Her everything was offered over and over to the sickened being that poised above her. The being knowing fully well she was pure and was well aware of the pain that could be given should her hand move minutely from its place. A pain that could never be replicated, and something which would be forever lost taken. It was as if the woman below her was broken to her will, without ever having been broken at all. Thoughts returned to the tools used to torture, rape, nullify a being to make it do just as the woman before her did so willingly. Every motion taken along a pet had been powered by hatred, loathing, a need to see someone suffer as much as she had and pay it forward just as she had been taught. Days, Months, Years had been taken to break wills. Yet this woman beneath her had only known of Levian for a short while. How wrong had she been taught. Mord Sith existed for so long, to exact this same reaction from their pets and gain their cooperation through such means. But in reality all they were really made to do was to make that being love them more than themselves. Such terrible methods used to cause something so dirty as false love. It was no wonder that Levian was so scared to love, to feel what it was that had been forming since she had met the woman. How she had bent to the womans will within the first tryst between them, with no hesitation. There wasn't a master from her past that could compare to the hold that this being had over her. Yet, in this womans eyes...she was more than worthy of the same thing in return. Neither was the master, neither was the pet. Together they were equal, and the power could fluctuate between them as often as the days of the week. Pants continued to release from those crimson lips, even as she sat there so long in silence without making a movement along the girls frame. As her mind parted the way through the vines that clouded her mind about submission and dominance. Opening up the possibility that could be had between partners of equal value, shared perspectives and willingness to try new things. Just as she had when she had been gentle with the girl and lingering. There wasn't only one way for her to find her pleasure with the woman, as had been proven before. A gasp for air would be released from her own lips, an ironic thing as her hand still pressed along the womans throat. By now there should be a sense of lightheadedness for a being not quite mortal. But she had yet to figure out just how much it would do for the girl beneath her, and so her head would cant lightly to the side. Long hair brushing over the girls damp skin with the motion and spreading the wetness where it reached. Voice breathless as she spoke out in a questioning, smokey tone.--"Remember what I said about losing my ability to feel pain...when my air was cut off enough..."--Those fingers traced down along those outer lips, drawing them together and massaging along them before dipping those fingerpads along her slit. Arching them up to round about that nub and tease it out of its hiding place. Drawing that bit of wetness that had managed to find its way out of her virgin walls to gather and spread, aided by the spray of water that shifted about them. Circling, rubbing and moving those fingers to pinch lightly at the sensitive spot as those hues readied themselves on the girls features.--"If you are ready...and want to avoid that pain...we only need to wait until you feel things get fuzzy...and if you let me know, I will give you what we both want...what you spoke of from the first time we became intimate...all I need from you is that permission...please..." Above all else those words rang in her mind You decide, but Levian knew better than most the importance of being able to make that decision held.-- -e












Lips, began to dull that blackness fading into that light tinge of grey, While those feature's along her face were but dulling into that tinge of grey and blue. Throat lurched, arched. Yet there was restraint in the creature's being, to not pull away. To not force that grasp from her own throat. It was as though the creature would allow the last breath to be taken, to be within that woman's grasp. Where not a thought could have been given from the creature herself. To tear herself from the reality in which this woman desired. Those fingers splayed and played finding that sleek liquid coaxing it. Rubbing and rolling within it's grasp. A liquid that unlike the mortals themselves would not only drip. But it would cling to the flesh, coating it much like a thicker blood. The slight shimmer that the woman had brought forth and molded across her fingertips, coming forth between them. Twisting about them, in such its slippery hold. Only to glide it, to trace it against the tender flesh to find a knot. The sensations it would bring, a trembling desire. More than that it brought those chills. The tingle the pin pricks that splayed under her flesh. Arching its way up through the creature's entirety. The shiver even as small as it was as subtle as it was could be heard. From the rings that tore flesh and bone vibrated from such. Causing the chains to quiver just as much as the one that held such torturous devices. A heart as warm as the sun, as stoned cold as the nights light. Was brought to its shuttering misconstrued beats. Quaking in the rhythm that the woman was tugging. In the Rhythm that this woman brought to it's cords. At the simple touches of flesh, touches that would make the time in itself stop. Beneath her. Lips parted, lashes fluttered downward. Wanting to call out, wanting to set free that lewd yet blissful sound this woman pulled from the creature. Throat splayed open yet nothing was free, while that woman's hand held so tightly. The words upon her, wanting her to speak of the moment she were but to go in a daze. To go into such a numb state, was that something to have been asked. Would it have been right for the creature to endure such a pain. To be touched, after so long to be brought to a writhing mess beyond such. To be brought into her own darkest craving of sin and pleasure. To feel herself be stretched into this woman's desire, to be molded to her own pleasure. But to be asked to go numb, to feel of nothing. To not feel the pain in which this woman felt each day, each night each waking moment. Caused those inner walls to clamp to pulsate at the thought that this woman wanted; she desired.. That creature more than her own restraint. She wanted to feel her to mold her. The way the creature had wanted to feel every bit of the woman, the way she molded against her. The way those fingers were clenched beneath the flesh making one's mouth water with the satisfaction. How that woman made her feel alive. How she made her feel as though dreams could but become a reality. The creature laid there, within that grasp just laid there. In her own offering. With her head turned off to the side. Clear silvers coming to their close once the words would be completed. Hands trailing that much further down. Tugging the strings further. Until the garment would fall beyond the perked mounds presented to the woman. That action alone, making her own chest feel as though it was enclosing around itself. The weight almost to much to bare, for her own thunderous heart. That was but seeking refuge between the cages of her own ribs. The tinge of black flesh surrounding the wound between her bust. Sprawled just enough for the eyes to glance within, if they but look within. To see that black muscle in it's pounding form throbbing slamming the coursing blood through those veins. That held the scars of the blade. Taken without a second thought, for that woman for the one she had uttered those words to. That very object within the grasps. Within the sight of the one who had stolen it. The clenched quaking thighs falling spreading just enough for that hands invasion. How was one to utter the approval. To make way for the woman, even if one's head was to grow dizzy their mind growing limp..With the air no longer subsiding within her own lungs. A decision was made, while those hips lifted into the touch. Long lashes turning open, clear silvers returning back to that woman who made her ache. Who made her entire being turn into that violin she played so delicately. Hands lifted from that fallen gown, finding their peace as the fingertips began to push up gliding over the jaw line before her. While her gaze met the woman's azure irises. Lips found their part, those noises still not finding their freedom. Yet they could be felt within that touch that held them back. Words were no longer a thing. Instead they were replaced by the sway of those hips up into the fingertips that toyed with the knot.