Kushiel's Dart Strikes True (DigitalSiren x Tassu)

[Bunny]

When one comes into the world, screaming as everything shifts, there is hope that one will find love. Corvina was blessed with raven hair and eyes of emerald green, so true to the color that within their depths black could be seen as if faceted by a jeweler. What she lacked in her delicate beauty, even as a babe, was someone to love her, to care for her. Someone must have cared for her, at least for a period of time, but that memory was lost. Corvina remembered the Dowayne of Valerian Chaska asking her for her earliest memory after being found on the streets of Elua. Vina had been in the bath, being scrubbed within an inch of her life by adapts, the clear water turning murky. Her brilliant green eyes gazed up into the pitch of Chaska's eyes. She had been perhaps near fifteen at the time and in truth quite the little thief. The question had been odd though and so Corvina gave it real thought, before her husky, honeyed voice spoke. "I remember being on the streets and watching an older boy bump into another man, his hand slipping in and out of his pocket without being seen." Vina had no way of knowing how old she was at the time, but she recalled trying it, for she'd been so very hungry. In return for her efforts she'd been backhanded hard enough to send her reeling backwards. Her eyes had shifted away from the Dowayne as that first touch of pain had sung through her blood, blush settling in her cheeks. She did not share that part of the story, her awaking to her true nature.

Slowly Corvina opened her eyes, gazing at her reflection in the mirror. She had been an adept of the Valerian house for three years and by anyone's best guess she was eighteen. Today was the day she'd been found. It had been another adept of the house that had spotted her, in the streets clumsily bumping into men, women in the streets and coming away with coin and other small trinkets. It had just been happenstance that she had looked up at him. Her emerald eyes shocking on their own, but one looked closer in her left eye, there was a mote of crimson, so perfect in her gaze that it seemed the gods had been unable to determine what jewel her eyes should hold. She had no idea what they ruby mote meant, what she was. In the three years since she had joined the Valerian house as an adept, she had come to learn. She had been kissed by Kushiel and blessed by the god and the mote marked her as an anguissette, one who derived pleasure from pain.

Focusing once more on her reflection. The eyes that stared back at her were known. Her ebony hair so dark that it reflecting back blues and purples when light hit the darkness, normally worn loose or in a simple braid, had been intricately coiled around the crown of her head, tendrils of darkness falling about her head in a charming fashion. Corvina could not see the diamond comb that rested within her tresses, but she'd seen her fellow adept place it in her hair. Eyes shifted to her face. Once she'd been told that her features were classical, though she didn't understand then what it meant. High cheekbones that one could cut themselves on, a patrician nose that was just a touch up turned, giving her an almost fae like face. Full lips that curled at the edges, as if she knew a secret, thick lashes and delicately arching brows. Tonight, her eyes had been lined in kohl, making her eyes seem to glow. Her lips had been painted in a shimmering iridescent gloss. Her skin dusted with a pearlescent powder, making her shimmer within the flickering candle light. Every inch of her pale skin had been kissed in that powder. Rising she looked to the other adept who waited for her.

It had taken them time to break her of her modesty but that barrier no longer existed for Vina. Nude, she was a sight to behold and even as the gossamer gown was slipped over her small, slender form it did nothing to hide it. The soft, shimmering fabric seemed clear, blue and pink, depending on the angle you viewed her from. It pressed against her breasts, smaller than others, it seemed to fit her tiny body well. Barely five feet, her limbs while not long were supple and shapely. Turning to face the mirror she could see her nipples, a few shades deeper than her skin and pinker visibly as well as the smooth apex between her thighs. Turning slightly, she could see her bare back, the dress daring as it plunged to just above her pert rear.

The door opened and the Dowayne stood within it's frame. "It is time Vina." Her voice was cool and she took in her adept with a nod. There was high hopes for the bidding, it had been some time since an anguissette had walked upon the earth, let alone within the boundaries of Terre d'Ange. Word had spread through the province like wildfire and men and women alike had waited hungrily for her to come of age. Nodding, Corvina followed the Dowayne from the room and into the hall that had been decorated for the evening. It was darkened, with candles at varying heights, plush dark couches and chairs were scattered through the room and from behind a drape of black, music played. The room had been cleverly decorated to make Corvina the highlight. Guests had been requested to wear dark colors and the adapts the served them wore black as did the Dowayne herself.

As she entered the room, the gentle hum of voices died away as all eyes found her. Corvina froze under the attention, her pale cheeks flushing delicately and her lashes lowered demurely. Chaska had once wondered if she should train such innocence out of Corvina, but now she knew she had made the correct choice. Demure, delicate and untouched, Corvina was irresistible and someone would claim her tonight, leaving marks along her skin for the first time. Be the first to touch heaven and hear the sounds that an angel would make. Her raven haired treasure would bring in a hefty bid and those who lost out on the chance to be the first, would find comfort in the embrace and cries of her other adepts. The night began and Corvina slowly began to circulate, passing from man and woman after but just a few minutes. It had been arranged that bids could be entered once Corvina had made a single pass of the room and could be adjusted as the night went on. Some would not be able to afford the pleasure and others would hungrily give a small fortune for the chance. Vina neared a man who seemed alone, a soft smile curling on her lips. "Good evening" The rich husky cadence of her voice was softened, her eyes lowered. She waited a moment before looking up, her eyes meeting his and holding them while he was able to take in everything she was and could be.

 

[Tassu]

While everyone was equally loved by the blessed Elua, the reality was far more harsh, Terre d’Ange rife with poverty, corruption and abuse. For every good man and woman there were several evil and petty souls that sought nothing but power, playing their wicked games heedless of the costs, secure in their beautiful mansions, surrounded by wealth and works of art. They lived lives of plenty, caring little of the suffering beyond the gilded gates of their small palaces, surrounding themselves with the fairest of people - for Terra d’Ange was known for the charms of its people, young men and women achingly beautiful. The noble children of the high houses knew no pain nor suffering, learning from the finest teachers their parents could hire, learning to read and write at a young age, studying philosophy and history through much of their youth so that they could comfortably claim their place in the society once their parents went to the Terre-d'Ange-that-lies-beyond. When some, less fortunate children of the Elua ran on the streets, dressed in dregs and begging for food, the scions of Terre d’Ange ate their meals from gilded ceramic plates, their goblets made by the finest artisans of Milazza, laying their heads down on satin pillows even as the street urchins sought shelter under the bridges. Luc de Mereliot, the oldest son of Quincel de Mereliot, the duc of Mereliot of Eisende was born into plenty and had never quite questioned his lot during his youth, too busy to enjoy the vibrant social life, the endless fêtes and balls taking all his time. He was tall and willowy, his body toned by days and weeks spent at the salle with a rapier in his hand, carrying himself with grace, his tone soft and mellow. Twenty six years old and unmarried, Luc often found himself by his father’s side, the duc taking his son with him wherever he went, beckoning the young man to keep his eyes open, often questioning him on what he had seen once they were alone. This was part of his education as much as it was to keep the young curious man out of trouble and potentially scandalous flings, the old duc making allowing his son to visit the servants of Naamah rather freely lest he be ‘blinding by his urges’, the coffers of Mereliot deep and easily affording the young man to pursue his passions as he saw fit.

Business arrangement with Milazzan trader had brought the duc de Mereliot to the City of Elua, Luc following his father as usual, the two staying at a luxurious guest house at the outskirts of the city, Quincel using the trip as a excuse to visit his friends, the old men often drinking fine wines well past sunset, speaking of age the was no more. Luc, ever at his father's side, found these occasions dreadfully dull, though he never protested. He was expected to know the men his father knew, the noble houses of Terre d’Ange connected by a cobweb of marriages, alliances and agreements, each family vying to improve their lot while pretending to loyally serve their betters. It was a dangerous game and while some were willing to play with high stakes, Quincel de Mereliot was rather conservative, seeking to hold into what he had instead of trying to exploit the power he held. Young Luc saw wisdom in this, even if he considered his father perhaps too careful, keeping his thoughts to himself, the two having clashed several times when the duc had let a particularly lucrative deal slip past his fingers to benefit his allies. It was not that Luc resented his conservative father, merely figuring that the two had a very much different way to view the world, the young man eager to seize what he considered ‘his’. Luc was more than willing to pay a little bit extra to have what he wanted instead of having to wait for another occasion, passionate and aggressive as he was. This showed in the way he wielded his rapier, his open stance inviting his opponent to close in, allowing the young man to finish the bout in a quick fashion, seeking thrill in the inevitable quick exchange of blows that would decide the winner in one way or another.

That particular night - a night Luc would remember for years to come - the young noble found himself at the Valerian house, drawn in by rumors of a particular auction. The young man had rather particular tastes, the cries of pain and passion equally sweet in his ears and just as a drowning man craved for air, so did he crave for those who not only could, but also desired to embrace pain. While some of the servants of Naamah were willing to suffer a little for the sake of their patrons, those truly touched by Kushiel were few and far between, only a handful of such men and women born every century. No-one knew why Kushiel cast his darts as he did, no-one willing to question the whims of a scared companion. If the priests of Kushiel, clad in their dark robes and bronze masks, knew why it was so, they kept it to themselves. The possibility of having a genuine anguissette for himself filled the young man with an ardent sense of longing, his hands having trembled a little as he had walked through the gates of the Valerien house, his breath a little coarse even now as he watched the raven haired girl mingle with the guests, her pellucid dress leaving little to imagination. She was small and frail, her features angelic. He knew he had to have her, her seemingly innocuous nature fueling the fires of passion in him, though he knew that the girl was hardly innocent - there was no way the Valerian house would action someone without teaching them all they thought she should know. Full of life, her pale body like a night blooming flower among the dark-clad guests, Corvina stood out, dozens of hungry eyes following her every movement. When she approached Luc, the young man smiled, bobbing his head to greet her. “Good evening.” His voice was soft, little hoarse from the hunger gnawing his body. “You are lovely.” Luc told Vina, slowly wiggling his hand as if he was beckoning her to lift her gaze even as his pale grey eyes devoured the every curve and nook of her body. “Would you sit with me for a moment?” The young man shuffled to the side a little, his dark satin pants brushing against the cloth covering the old divan. “Share some wine?” A delicate decanter sat on the low table, flanked by equally masterfully crafted glasses. The Valerian house knew how to entertain and how to impress their guests, the auction a carefully planned operation meant to ensure that everyone present would remember the night fondly even if they did not place the winning bid. “Corvina, was it? What a fitting name.” Almost reaching to touch her curls, Luc allowed his hand to drop at the final moment, running his long fingers over the soft cloth of the divan much like one might have invited a cat to a play.

 

[Bunny]

She'd noticed him as he entered the hall. She found him handsome, who wouldn't? Corvina didn't know who he was, but she didn't know anyone in attendance. When the Dowayne had found that the little pickpocket was terribly shy and after she'd broken her shyness of being naked, she had decided to shield her from the rest of the world. It would only add to the charm. This had been decided while Vina had watched two adepts together, as they practiced their art; Vina's cheeks had been flushed and her breaths had been coming quickly and when the Dowayne found her watching, the blush had deepened and she'd looked away. It had been charming and what led to her choice to keep the little anguissette in the dark as much as she could. After all, there was a sort of delight in giving someone their firsts to another, was there not?

Vina's eyes held his own, though for a moment she seemed to get lost in the pale grey of his eyes. The compliment was not the first she'd heard, but for some reason, his made her blush. "Thank you" The color filled her cheeks, the pale pink color charming. She had felt the hunger in his gaze, again not the first and even now she felt eyes on her. When Luc asked her to sit with him, she bit her lower lip, eyes meeting his again before she nodded. The Dowayne had been clear in her instructions. She was allowed to mingle, but keep it brief... Surely though, sitting for a moment would be permitted? "If it would please you" She might have been eighteen, but sheltered as she was, it made her unsure of how to interact with... well anyone who was wealthy enough to be here. There would be no commoners here, more likely than not. The elite of the City of Elua invited; aristocrats, men and women who had never wanted for anything in their lives at least, nothing they could buy. Deep pockets more than willing to dig deep for the pleasure of being her first.

Luc's hand reached out and for a moment, Vina wished his hand had touched the softness of her curls. While she was innocent, she was quite aware of what this night would bring... What he or someone else would do to her. It made Corvina wish to lean into that touch that never connected and for a moment there was slight disappointment in her eyes. She'd been young the first time she had felt pain and what pain for her felt like... In her years on the streets and even in the Valerian house... she'd known other kisses of it. Her innocence went as far as learning to touch herself and the sweet almost giddy pleasure she could bring herself too. Even then, in the privacy of her own room, she'd practice other things.... Things that might have gotten her in trouble if the Dowayne knew, or perhaps she did, for little escaped her attention. Little flashes of self inflicted pain as she explored her own body, that added to the sweetness of her climaxes and left her quaking in her bed after.

When his fingers drummed along the couch, Corvina smiled softly and sat as he bade her "Does it? The Dowayne named me." She had not had a proper name while she ran wild in the streets.. She angled herself towards him and reached for the decanter. A habit bred from her serving at other parties, she poured his glass first. The rich burgundy wine filled his glass till about midway before she moved to our herself some, though less than his own. She'd have to move along soon enough, while he'd be able to relax with his drink. leaning forward, her knee brushed his and she flushed slightly again. Would he be the one? Or perhaps the woman with the golden curls and sharp green eyes? She'd seemed just as enamored with her. Corvina had no preference when it came to men or women on the whole, though she was far more attracted to the man with the pale grey eyes... There was something about the way he moved or perhaps even spoke that appealed to her. Though exactly what it was that drew her like a moth to his flame, she didn't know.

 

[Tassu]

The duc's son was far less innocent, his deep hunger tempered by years of indulging every pleasure known to a man. One Luc had become of age, his father had hired him the finest and most seasoned servants of Naamah so that he would not shame himself. The ever curious young man had been more eager to learn what he could, spending hours with his chosen teachers as he had explored the extent of passions and pleasure. It had not taken him a long to realize how whimpers of pain had much the same effect on him as desirous moans had, the young scion at first puzzled with the discovery, only a few of the sacred servants willing to entertain his desires and even those doing so only to emulate Namaah herself, not because they desired it themselves. One more knowledgeable adept had introduced him to crops and floggers, leading to an orgy of excess and a journey of self-discovery, the duc’s son drinking deep of the anguish of his playmates. Yet none of lovers, paid or otherwise, could quite yield to his cold fury, their moans and gasps never quite enough to quench the fires that burned within him. This had troubled him through his early adulthood, though he had eventually given up, focusing his attention to statecraft and philosophy while pushing his needs away, willing himself to forget what he craved. That had come to a rather abrupt end as he had heard rumors of a girl raised by the Valerian house, a beloved Kushiel, touched by his scourge. A cursed soul so rare that only few had ever been known to exist, even if the court of night blooming flowers had a word for her kind. Anguisette - someone who could not only tolerate agony, but craved for it.

“Yes, yes it would please me.” he replied to her, his voice mellow and inviting, Luc having no qualms making his desires known, his gaze lingering on her body. He thought that she was an angel in flesh, hear beauty exquisite even for one born of the land “Why wouldn’t one be pleased by the company of such a lovely creature.” Curling his fingers, he beckoned her closer, stifling down the urge to touch her there and then, instead reaching for the glass she offered, their fingers brushing for a moment. “Thank you.” Luc murmured, lifting the glass for a moment to admire the color of the wine, the deep red wine seeming to reflect no light. He wondered how many glasses she had already filled, the simple offer a way for a potential buyer to express their interest. Not that she was expected to drink - for the house was full of guests, most of whom were happy to share a glass with her. “From Siovale, I think?” Running the glass under his nose, the young man inhaled deeply, taking note of the earthy flavors mixed with fragrant scent of plums and raisins. “Or maybe Kuseth?” The latter guess would turn out to be correct, the Valerian house having chosen to match the wine with pearl of the auction, serving wine from the lands where Kushiel himself had settled as if to underline the unique nature of their protégé. “How very fitting that would be.” Luc mused, sounding delighted, a smile flickering on his thin lips. He had shaved the day before, a thin fuzz covering his jaw.

When their knees brushed for a moment, he reached to touch her, his coarse fingers resting a brief moment on her shoulder, his hand warmer than her skin. Luc allowed his hand to drop down, trailing a line along her arm before pulling back a little, tilting his head to the side, curious to see how she would react to such an innocent touch. Leaning closer, he touched her again, this time brushing his fingers over her knee. “Please tell me, Corvina…” he murmured her name as if it was a spell, enthralled by her as he was. “Is it true what they say? Do you bear his mark?” Were she to look up, Vina would have been able to see the young man biting his lip for a moment, shadows dancing around his grey eyes in the dimly lit room. The scent of his perfume - musk and sandalwood washed over her, Vina able to feel his breath on her skin as he spoke. There was no mistaking the primal hunger in his voice, the young girl likely having heard words spoken in much the same manner as she had watched the adepts of the house practice their arts.

 

[Bunny]

Draw to him, the smaller female had sat at his beckoning, drawn in as much by his mannerisms and voice as she had been by his appearance. She could feel as his eyes traced her form once more, blushing faintly as he complimented her. Corvina had in a sense been spoiled by the mark that she bore, she however was modest. Though she blushed and smiled she shook her head. "There are other adepts of the Valerian house that are lovelier than I" Lashes lowered her smile grew a fraction "You are kind to say though" Vina was not a fool, she was pretty, but it was not her looks that drew this crowd. It was the mark that told everyone in attendance what she was. Pouring him the glass of wine, their fingers had lingered for a moment. Her heart raced from the brief touch. Corvina nodded and watched as he inspected the wine. She of course knew, having oddly been privy to the planning. She'd not been asked her preferences, she had merely watched as the Dowayne had prepared. She didn't touch her glass as she watched him and when he made his guess, she had held her tongue watching as he performed what amounted to magic to the adapt. His second guess was correct and she inclined her head. "Just so"

The touch on her shoulder caused a fine tremor to run along her spine and the trail of his fingers against her bare skin a soft intake of breath. His hand moved from her arm to her knee when he questioned her. Corvina slowly let her eyes rise to meet his own. This close, there was no missing that ruby more that shone in her emerald eyes. "I do" Her words whispered and she lifted one finger to touch under her left eye, the mote a pure ruby of color. The look on his face took her breath away, as was the hunger in which he had questioned her. Blushing she caught the Dowayne and her frown and dipped her head. "I must speak with others" Though, Vina couldn't resist a touch of her own, bold undoubtedly. Her hand gently turned the one on her knee, so his palm rested upwards. The tip of one of her fingers, the point of her nail following it as she traced a line from the edge of his palm to the tip of his middle finger. Her cheeks blushed once more and she rose to her feet.

Like that she was gone, swept away by another just as hungry for a taste of her flesh. Passed from man to woman and back again she circled the room. From time to time, her gaze found his, but only for a moment before the guest who had laid claim to her time was given her full attention. Several guests shared their wine with her, a sip and no more before she slipped away. Time passed, perhaps an hour or so before she'd made her rounds. Bids had been placed and the Dowayne was quite pleased so far, knowing as the night went on, more would come in, higher than the last as jealousy and hunger clashed within the patrons to have a taste of Corvina. Looking to the Dowayne, Vina received a nod, allowing her to choose who she talked to now, if only until the bids had been tallied. She was waylaid a few times, but her path was clear, she was heading back to Luc. Already jealousy brewed, for she'd spent more time with him than any other and her path was clear. A woman waylaid her, a hand rising to brush her cheek. Like the touch Luc had offered, Vina was left breathless, almost leaning into the touch.

Corvina was easily lured in, this night just as exciting for her as it was for them. It was clear from the way she reacted, drawn in by the promise of their touch.. of pain. However, an adept approached her and whispered in her ear. Blinking away the desire that had risen from the single touch she nodded and excused herself from the woman. She headed towards Luc once more, this time, the rules of the auction in his favor. Once every twenty minutes or so, bids would be counted and she'd pass to the highest bidder. The woman watched her with unbridled hunger and anger that she hadn't been the highest bidder. Corvina was blissfully unaware as she came to stand before Luc once more. Blushing softly she let her eyes meet his. "You have won the first round of bidding, my Lord" In truth, she was happy it was him, though the woman who had left her speechless for a moment was a close second.

 

[Tassu]

Seeing Vina shiver brought a smile to his lips, unabashed desire flickering in his eyes as he drank deep of her, enthralled by what she presented. She seemed to frail in the near see-through dress, her petite body reminding Luc of La Serenissiman porcelain dolls some of his friends had, the fine works of art worth a small fortune. “So I see.” The young man chuckled softly, taking note of the speck in her eyes. He had heard of Kushiel’s Dart, the rumors having gone to quite the length regarding just how unique the girl was, thinking that that had had to make up that particular detail. “Truth has little to do with kindness, Corvina.” mirth shimmering his eyes, the young scion spoke her name as if it was prayer to Naamah herself, his voice a little hoarse. “Others might be more beautiful, but tonight I have eyes only for you.” he replied without having to lie, smiling as he looked down to her, reaching to brush his fingers under her jaw so that she could not escape his gaze. He had come to the Valerian house tonight for the very purpose of buying her first night for himself, to taste the sweetest and rarest of fruits. Luc would not let any man or woman get between him and the girl, determined to pluck her himself. He would not allow others to have her, not before he had left his mark on her, wanting to make sure she would remember his touch. “For not all flowers bloom the same.” Luc told her, his smile widening into a soft grin. “Nor do all flowers smell as sweet.” he leaned closer, inhaling softly, running his fingers down to the nape of her neck before pulling his hand back, his skin coarse against her, his touch soft as an evening breeze. “Ah, of course you must. The others want to see you too, I have no doubt.” Sighing softly, the young man leaned back, swirling the wine in his glass, watching the girl leave with longing in his eyes.

Another girl, taller and willow, clad in more humbler robes than Vina joined him a little later, the adept messenger of the Dowayne, making discreet inquiries even as she flirted with the de Mereliot scion, resting her finely manicured hand on his thigh as she leaned into his ear, whispering numbers and names, others of her kind doing much the same across the room, working to raise Corvina’s virgin price as high as possible, to her benefit and the benefit of her house. Eventually the girl excused herself, leaving Luc to observe others around him, sipping his wine as he found his eyes drawn to a particular blonde woman, trying to recall if he had seen her somewhere before, her features oddly familiar even if he could not quite recall her name. Curiously, her eyes seemed to follow the young anguisette wherever she went, Luc finding himself frowning as he realized he was eyeing his competition, his fingers drumming the small table by the divan as he tried to think what he could do with this tidbit of information. He made a note of her features, reminding himself that he should ask her father about the woman, the old duc more familiar with the peerage than he was, even if Luc thought he knew everyone high and mighty by the looks, if nothing else.

He watched Vina shiver as the woman touched her, envy wrenching his guts, wondering for a moment if he should have offered more. Soon his frown turned into a wicked smile as an adept walked to the raven haired girl, whispering something to her. Delighted to see Corvina heading his way, Luc casually reached for a large velvet pillow laying on the divan, slowly pushing it so it fell by his feet. His intent was undoubtedly clear to Vina, the adepts of the Valerian house taught to read the desires of their patrons. Seeing her blush only fed his desire to have her, the young noble wondering how innocent a girl raised in the court of night blooming flowers could be, musing how this was likely an act of sorts, an illusion woven by the adepts. “I thought I might have.” Having definitely hoped he would, Luc had lost hope for a moment, now cursing himself for the moment of weakness even as he looked markedly at the girl. “Please do sit down with me.” He brushed the side of his black leather boot against the pillow on the floor, moving it ever so gently as he waited for the small girl to seat herself. “What do you know of poetry, Corvina?”

 

[Bunny]

She hadn't been privy to such rumors, likely the Dowayne had. Vina had no idea how one combated such a rumor when she was kept under lock and key so to speak. Perhaps it had been allowed to spread like wildfire, enticing those who might have forgone the event to come and see for themselves. Even if one did not enjoy inflicting pain on the willing, how often did one see something as rare? Perhaps the rarest of the night blooming flowers that the court had to offer on display for any and all to come see. Luc's words lingered with her as she went from person to person. Her studies past her personal training had been limited, but Corvina was far from stupid. The truth in Luc's words had been appealing as had his declaration that he only had eyes for her. Already drawn to him, how could such a thing pull her even closer. When his fingers had brushed under her jaw, just for a moment, her eyes had closed, savoring the touch before giving him exactly what he desired, the view of her stunning eyes. However there was more than just her eyes as he held her chin captive. A parting of lips, a sweet inhale and the desire her own eyes couldn't hide. She'd left him blushing as he complimented, made her head dizzy with her own selfish wishes.

Corvina watched the cushion fall to the floor as she approached Luc, kneeling on the softness that sat just before him at his bidding, arranging her dress just so as to not sit upon it. The softness of her rear pressed against her heels as she thought upon his question. She knew little of poetry and some that she knew was not fit for polite society, from her years living on the streets. Finally she shook her head some and offered him a soft smile. Though inside, she worried if her lack of refinement would cause him to lose interest in her. "I do not know much, if any, My Lord" She bit her lower lip and lowered her eyes. "At least not anything proper" She tilted her head slightly to one side, blush blossoming in her pale cheeks once more. "Would you recite something for me?" The question was shy and a touch of her uncertainty coming through. The man before her had won the first round of the bidding, would he offer for her again. Her eyes had lowered, unwilling to show her sadness or fear at such a notion. There had been others, such as the delicate woman before, she had been appealing, but she somehow didn't stand out quite like Luc did.

Around them, she could feel eyes on the pair, hear voices over the music as people whispered, the sound a gentle hum. As she had made her way to Luc, before sitting on the pillow before him, some had tried to waylay her, to steal but a few more moments. So many eyes on her, so many desiring her and her own wishes would matter not at the end of the night. Whoever did purchase her would leave marks on her body, be the first to teach her truly what her mark meant. Just because she was being a foolish girl and desired it to be one, did not make it so and Vina wondered if she should perhaps try and temper her willful heart to accept the outcome. To tame her treacherous thoughts, to love as thou wilt was their way, but tonight, it may not come to pass. Inhaling her eyes lifted and the emeralds and ruby in her gaze glittered slightly in the candlelight.

 

[Tassu]

Feeling rather smug, Luc watched Vina seat herself with grace of a Valerian adept, pushing away any and all worries he might have had regarding the amount of money he might have just spent. While his father was far from frugal and well understood the need to show the wealth of the house, the young man had been rather certain that the duc would protest when he would tell him just how much money he had been willing to spend on a virgin price. That being said, eventually the results of the auction would be whispered among the peers and while some would shake heads, should Luc win, his name would be on everyone’s lips for a while. In such a fashion, spending ostentatious amounts of money on luxuries was part of politics, the high houses playing an unending game where they tried to outdo each other with extravagant displays of wealth. It would not take long before someone else commissioned a particularly expensive piece of art or organized particularly outlandish féte, outdoing Luc. While no adept would likely fetch such a sum for his or her virgin price for a years to come, de Mereliot offer would live in the legends, every high virgin price compared to what had been paid for Corvina. “I doubt that anyone will outdo me.” Luc told Vina, reaching to touch her shoulder, wrapping his fingers around her neck as he pressed her forehead against his thigh. “But, let the adepts do as they will.” Running his fingers through her curls, he marveled how soft her hair was, how doll-like she seemed. Unable to resist the temptation, the young man tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling ever so gently to see how she would react, making sure that she would feel some pain blossom along the base of her neck. He would let go rather quickly, if only to make sure that she could reply to him, slowly stroking her hair.

“Who said I was talking about anything proper, Vina.” she could hear him smirt as he leaned over, his breath warm on her ear. “I am talking about the likes of Jocelin Voran and Miriam Louvel. Words of passion rather than beauty.” He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. “Though there is beauty in passion as well, don’t you think?” Luc asked teasingly, mentioning two L ’Agnacean poets well known for their erotic works. While their verses were not openly read in high courts, nearly everyone in the province knew both, their works circulating among both the rich and the poor. Exhaling softly, he pecked a small kiss just behind her ear as he began to slowly murmur words of desire, his voice quiet and full of longing as he ran his fingers down along her spine, his touch featherlight.

“Touching you I catch midnight
as moon fires set in my throat
I love you flesh into blossom
I made you and take you made
into me.”

Straightening himself, Luc looked down at her, smiling still. “Louvel. Lovely. But hardly proper.” the young man smirked, amused, his hands still playing with her curls as if he could not get enough of her, his long fingers tracing her features, following the contour of her cheeks and her jaw, only to reach to press his finger under her jawbone, curious to see if he could make her whimper against himself. He wanted to ease her into the pain - to see if she truly craved for it as the legends said. Now Luc was merely teasing the young anguisette, his touches soft and measured - even the normal adepts of the house would have been fine with such things, even if they might have not fully enjoyed the pain. He would leave his mark on her, in more ways than one, the young man already wondering how sweet her cries would sound and how she would shiver with agony. Vina might have doubted his willingness to bet again, but Luc already knew he wanted her, her demure nature and her looks drawing him to her like a moth to a flame. “Do you know any verses, sweetling, or should I prepare a book if I want to hear your voice?” He asked, thinking how he could play with her as she read, Luck having always enjoyed such wicked games. “What have they taught you here, besides the ways of blessed Elua and Naamah?” Not every girl and boy was ever taught the same, those with a vibrant voice were taught to sing while those with sharp minds were taught to play chess and other games so that they could entertain their patrons according to their proclivities. “You have beautiful eyes, Vina.” He stroked her hair, curling his fingers under her jaw once more. “Do tell me, are your lips as sweet as they seem?”

 

[Bunny]

Corvina certainly hoped he spoke the truth, that no other would bid more for the pleasure of her company for the night. Shifting as he touched her shoulder, pulling her face to his though, her forehead pressed against the softness of his pants, though it did nothing to hide the firmness of the skin beneath. There was pleasure in every touch and as his fingers ran through her dark tresses, she shivered. However, when curiousness got the better of Luc and his hand had tightened in her hair, her lips parted and a shocked, though pleased gasp followed by the softest whimper. The pain had been sharp, intense and then had faded far too quickly for her liking. When he'd answered her question, relief had spread through her. She did know the two he spoke of, though more than that, she knew lewder works. His question drew her back to him and away from the bawdy rhymes she had heard when younger. "Yes, I do" His warm breath had curled along her ear and she shivered once more. So eager, so willing, her body reacted without restraint.

The kiss drew a smile to her lips and she listened to his words as his fingers played down along the bare length of her spin, goosebumps rinsing in their wake. Biting her lower lip, her face shifted slightly against his thigh as he straightened, her cheek pressed to his thigh now. She loved the simple touches almost as much as the promise of pain he'd offered. She shifted once more as his fingers brushed against her soft skin, fingers tracing along her delicate features. Once more, Luc teased Vina with pain and her eyes grew hazy as her breath came in a sharp gasp, another whimper following. Her body swayed slightly, following his touch, much like a puppy might follow a master's hand eager for the pet they had just received. She was just as eager for his touch. Her cheeks flushed with blush she gazed up at him, her cheek once more resting against his thigh. "I do not know Voran nor Louvel by heart.." Blushing a deeper shade she spoke softly. "I would read to you though" She had no idea what he might do as she did, nor that his mind had shifted to such a game. Had she, Vina would have been an eager participant.

When Luc questioned what she had been taught, her mind nearly voracious as her appetite, though she had never been one to excel at book learning. "I was taught to sing, dance. The Dowayne also had me learn chess" She was clever at the game, but she couldn't sit still while she played, which had often gotten her chastised. "I was also taught to fence" Dancing and fencing had been what had called to her the most, allowing her slender body the ability to move, to deplete her stores of energy in a way the others did not. She didn't know how long it had been since she had listed what she had learned since she had been gazing into his. Blushing her lashes lowered for a moment, but his next question made her smile. The edges of her lips curled further, unable to help herself. "There is only one way to tell, My Lord" Her voice was soft, warm though the desire could not be kept from her words.

To be so brazen would have been frowned on by the Dowayne, as had fencing... It was not her place to learn such. Just as it was not her place to entice with such boldness. She had been taught to embrace that shyness that clung to her like a shroud... However, Vina truly wished to know if her lips were so sweet. To know what it would feel like to have his lips pressed to hers. Selfishness was one trait that had never quite been trained out of Corvina. She'd grown up on the streets, it made her desperately wish and cling to things she desired. In this very moment, she wished for nothing else than for Luc to sample from her lips and judge for himself.

 

[Tassu]

Her whimpers only fueled his desire to have her, Luc finding the way she resigned to the pain utterly captivating, never having touched anyone so receptive and eager before. While many Valerian adepts allowed their patrons to use crops and floggers, they hardly craved for the kiss of agony, enduring the agony only to serve their patrons as Namaah had done in accordance to the words of their house. Corvina was different, he could tell. The way she leaned into him when he hurt her made his heart skip a beat, Luc having to stifle an urge to pull harder to see he could make her squirm or squeal. He restrained himself, knowing that the auction wasn’t over quiet yet. Would the young scion win, he would have the whole night to play with her as he wished. Considering the amount of money involved, he was determined to drink his fill, one way or another. Still, he couldn’t quite resist the urge to hurt her, his long fingers stroking the base of her skull before grabbing a hold of her, pinching Vina just below her hairline, pulling back a little so that she could not avatar her eyes and press against his thigh. Instead, Corvina would have to meet his gaze, delight shimmering in his grey eyes. “You really do enjoy this, don’t you?” He would whisper, well aware of all the eyes on them, many of the envious nobles watching him play with the rarest of flowers. “How delightful.” Luc would slowly let go of her, rubbing his fingers against the spot he had pinched, knowing how the skin would be sensitive after being deprived of circulation for a while. “How very delightful.” He almost purred, curling his hand as he reached to ruffle her hair, almost as if to reward her.

“Maybe I’ll have you read some tonight.” Luc offered, wondering if he would have the restraint to listen to her as he played with her body. It had been a while since he had sated himself, the young man all too well aware of the primal hunger burning within him. He innocence drew her in, the young noble wondering if her apparent modesty was an act or if she somehow was as sheltered as she seemed, swearing to himself that he would find out the truth before the sun rose, knowing that he had the means and the tools to unravel her given enough time. “You do have a lovely voice, Corvina.” He did not have to flatter or lie, conviction ringing in his tone. “Or maybe I’ll make you sing for me.” The way he dragged his nails over her back perhaps foreshadowing just what he meant by that. “I think you might like that, hmm?” When she mentioned fencing, his eyebrows rose. “Now really, sweetling? They taught you blade?” he sounded surprised, running his fingers down from her shoulder and along her arm, grasping her fingers, bringing her hand up so that he could kiss her palm. “I guess I could see that.” Holding her hand, he turned her ever so carefully, admiring her curves as he did so. “I could see that, yes.” Fencing had a way of tempering one’s body, the light post and the lighting-fat lunges requiring the swordsman to be both nimble and strong. “What a delight.” Luc turned his attention away from Corvina for a moment, seeking out Dowayne and flashing a smile to her to let her know just how much he appreciated her work. With the first part of auction down, several adepts had made their way to the hall, the scantily clad young men and women now flirting with the guests, murmur of voices filling the room with an occasional stifled moan suggesting that someone was already enjoying themselves.

“Only one way out you say?” Luc smirked, shadows flickering around his eyes in the dimly lit room, making him look darker - and older than he really was. “Well then.” Taking her words as an invitation, reached for Vina, tenderly pulling her up and on his lap, her feet dangling to the side, his arms around her small waist as he embraced her, the silk cloth of his shirt smooth and cool against her skin. “Now if you don’t mind me.” He would run his fingers up along her side, his fingertips brushing against her bosom for a briefest of moments before grasping her jaw, gently kissing her lips, inhaling deep as he did so. Having shaved the day before, his skin was a little coarse against hers, his lips still almost as soft as hers. “Mhmhm…” Yet the touch only lasted for a briefest of moments, Luc pulling back as he locked his eyes with her. “I think I might need taste again.” This time he kissed her deeper, his hand finding its way to her rear, cupping her hip as he drank deep of her taste, intoxicated by her scent as he was. “Now…” gasping softly, the young man grinned. “..now I would say that your lips are as sweet as they look.” Giving Corvina only a moment to recover, he pulled her closer, catching her lower lip between his teeth and bit gently, his fingers pressing into the flesh of her shapely rear as he did so, pain blossoming where he touched her. He hurt Vina, murmuring softly as he did so, letting her lean into him as if to make sure that he truly desired her for what she was, a damned child of Kushiel. “This is what you desire, isn’t it?” he asked her, his voice but a whisper. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you.” The way he held her close meant that he very much had his hands on her, the young man slowly easing his hold on her, figuring that he should let her go - if only to allow the girl to catch her breath. “Could you pour me some wine?” The glass she had filled earlier sat now empty on the small table, the decanter still half-full. “It is rather warm in here.” Scantily dressed as she was, Corvina was likely comfortable, the well-dressed perhaps a little less well off in his expensive shirt and well tailored pants.

 

[Bunny]

Pain to some was something to shy away from, understandable given the nature of the word. Physical suffering, discomfort. Normal people would avoid such, if they could. Corvina found pleasure in the pain. The release of endorphins or perhaps the mote in her eye blurred the line between pleasure and pain to a point where the two coexisted in harmony. No one really knew why anguissette craved the touch of pain as they did, beyond it being a gift from Kushiel. That red mote that told the world who, what they were. When Luc's fingers ran along her skin Vina had shivered gently. The touch was not painful, but pleasant. When those clever fingers pinched her skin between the, pulling her back slightly, she couldn't help the sweet sound that left her. A moan, soft as it was, drew the hungry eyes of those around them. Lips parted, her breath came a little quicker as she gazed up at him. "Yes" The word was whisper soft, breathy, even as he released his hold. Eyes closed for a moment as he rubbed the tingling spot of flesh. Slowly, oh so lowly her lashes opened and her gaze met his once more.

The teasing and desire were not one sided, had there ever been doubt. Her cheeks were flushed once more, the pink tinge warming her pale skin. Luc slowly laid out plans for her and her innocence at first did not allow her to catch on. In truth Vina would do almost anything to feel his hands on her, to have him lavish pain and pleasure upon her body. The nails that gently raked along her untouched back brought a new sound from the tiny female, a tremble of breath. Unable to speak, she nodded. She would like that, very much so. "Yes, I have too much energy to sit sill, at least, that is what the Dowayne says." It was true, Vina had been restless within her confines of the house, used to the freedom of the streets where she came and went and answered to none; not that she minded answering to someone. Hand lifted to his lips, her fingers curled slightly as his lips brushed her palm. Every touch, be it pain, pleasure or otherwise stirred her blood. It was more the promise of what was to come, should Luc win her for the night. What he would be able to do, how he'd touch her and the way he would make her feel.

Gasping softly as she was pulled into his lap, Vina settled as if she had grown up sitting in laps, like a little princess. Corvina didn't wiggle, as some would to find comfort upon the purchase of Luc's thighs. One strong arm around her waist, holding her close, even as his fingers trailed up along her side. Vina knew what was coming, even before his fingers cupped her jaw. Into his hand and his lips, Vina leaned. There was no question to her eagerness, the way she reacted unscripted and who, what she was without question. The kiss was sweet and their lips didn't linger together for long before he pulled back. The blush was once more in her cheeks as she gazed up at him. A breathless nod was offered when he said he needed to taste again. When his mouth demanded that her's submit, that her mouth open, she complied, eagerly. The kisses alone were enough to make her mind fuzzy with the promises of later and then the pain blossomed. Her mind blanked to what might be considered proper as her body leaned into him, her whimper and then moan. "Yes, it is" That whisper, the need she felt... It was now that Vina squirmed in his lap, just a small writhe of her hips as she battled her desires.

He blessedly gave her something to focus on, when he asked her to pour the wine. The comment about his hands on her had her shivering. Corvina looked to the wine, as if considering something. Proper would be to remove herself from his lap, kneel back on the cushion and pour the wine. However, she didn't want to move... She seemed to debate with herself for a moment, before leaving over, still within his lap. The glass was held to him and once his fingers closed around the stem, she carefully poured him more wine from the decanter. Setting it down, she studiously avoided looking at the Dowayne. She might be punished for her breach of protocol later, but in Vina's eyes it would be well worth it. Looking down for a moment she debated trying to be bold like the other's she'd watched entertain their patrons. It wasn't in her nature and it felt odd to try the sultry look, the words filled with ardor. Instead, Vina looked almost shy as she gazed up at him one more, her cheeks pink. "It is indeed warm" He wouldn't have been wrong in his guess that she was quite comfortable, but it wasn't the heat she referred to.

 

[Tassu]

“Ah!” his eyes filled with mirth when she rather hungrily admitted to enjoy his attention, biting his lip as it to stifle a more ungainly sound escaping his lips, truly excited with his apparent triumph, equally happy to show off his wealth as well as to have a new toy for himself, even if he would only have her for a night for the time being. Luc considered it plenty enough to sate himself, even if it had been a while since he had last enjoyed company of another in such fashion. “An eager little thing, aren’t you.” He teased her, brushing his hand down along her spine to cup her rear, giving it a small affectionate squeeze. Playful, his tone made it rather clear that he appreciated her eagerness, his touch lingering a little longer than was strictly proper, his fingers pushing perhaps a little too far between her buttocks, though he would let his hand slip down soon enough, most guests likely having missed that little inappropriate touch. The Dowayne however, was likely well aware of just how the young noble was playing with Corvina.

“Well, I am sure we can find ways for you to spend your energy.” Luc smirked, a lascivious smile flickering on his lips even as she touched him, his fingers trailing the contours of her body in return. “Pleasant ways, no less.” His affections were both tender and deliberate, the young man working to stoke the fires of arousal in Corvina, to push her to a point where she would be willing to do almost anything - and to the point where he could cause her anguish by denying her the pleasure she sought. He wanted to hear her beg and plead, Luc taking the time to push her deeper and deeper into her submission, offering Vina tasters of what would follow once they would leave the courts. He found that the anticipation was often better than the wicked games he played in the bedroom, allowing the imagination of his toys to run rampant. “Prey tell me, sweetling.” Leaning closer, Luc pressed his lips to her ear. “How do you think I will hurt you?” She could hear the arousal in his words, his voice trembling ever so little. “Have you ever felt the kiss of a crop?” Knowing her kind, he gave her an ample time to think, idly stroking her back. “Or that of a cane?” Both implements were used in the wicked games the nobles and adepts played, even if most did not have stomach for such things, preferring sweeter ways of loving.

With her in his lap and with the auction winding down, Luc was rather certain he had won the bit, other patrons shaking their heads as adepts dressed in robes approached them, the young scion assuming these to be Dowayne’s people, checking their interest to raise their bets. Or perhaps they were merely offering the visitors company, each of the houses fiercely proud of their hospitality and the fêtes they held, competing with the others for the bragging rights. It was as much a game as it was business, the houses competing both for the favor and attention of the high and mighty, trying to outdo each other when they could. This competitive spirit was one of the reasons why the adepts of the thirteen houses were held in such a high regard, each adept expected to represent their house with piety whenever and wherever they served Namaah. Still, Luc looked around for a sign, trying to catch a glimpse of the Dowayne to see if he could just pick Corvina up and take his leave, his long fingers finding their way in Corvina’s flimsy dress, his nails gently raking the skin of her thigh even as he held her close, the kiss of pain a promise of more to come, meant merely to stoke her arousal, Luc quite well aware of what he was doing to her, enthralled with how eagerly she reacted to his touch. It was certain that the adepts of the Valerian house were hardly shy when it came to such things, eager to show their patrons how they enjoyed their attention, but Corvina’s dedication seemed deeper than that. It was as if the girl craved for pain like a drowning man crave for air.

His hands were very much on Corvina as she reached for the wine, Luc making the relatively simple task a little more challenging by digging his nails deeper into her thigh, leaving four ever so thin crescent marks into her pale skin, his fingers slowly creeping closer to her sex, the young man letting her think he would touch her, only to pull his hand back, draggin his fingers over her, drawing small circles on her skin. “Later…” he whispered as she dangled on his lap, holding her tight. “Thank you.” She could see the primal hunger in his eyes when she handed him the glass, Luc looking down at Vina, rewarding her with a soft smile. Taking a sip of the glass, he leaned to kiss her once more, his lips warm against hers, the scent of tannin and spices washing over her. “Mhmhm..” Murmuring softly, Luc bit her lip carefully, turning Corvina in his lap so that she straddled his thigh, her leg slipping between his. Soon, his hand found its way to the small of her back, pressing her against himself. “Very nice... Do you think we can leave now?” Taking another sip from the glass, the young nobleman tried to figure out if the auction was indeed over or if an adept would come to him again. “The people here do seem to be enjoying themselves, no?” Pressing his finger to her jaw, he turned Vina so that she would see what he meant, an adept giggling in the arms of an elderly patron, his hand deep under her skirts.

 

[Bunny]

Her cheeks blushed as he teased her, the words sweet. She was eager and in truth, while she had selfish desires any among the glittering crowd would have done. It just so happened she found Luc handsome and he seemed more than eager to fulfill her desires; did others also feel such shameful thoughts? Corvina wasn't sure. As far as she knew it didn't matter the appearance if they wished nothing more than to leave their marks upon her skin; it did help though, vain as it was, that he was handsome. Her smile that answered the squeeze was as sweet as her shyness, lingering on her lips. Though, her eyes darkened when his hand lingered and pushed further, her smile not so much faltering as pausing, a breathy sigh leaving her. In his hands she was like a lump of clay or perhaps an instrument. Alone, she was nothing but under his skilled hands and dexterous fingers she came to life.

Dark lashes lowered like a fall of lace, veiling her eyes as he teased her once more. His hands trailed along her body, leaving the fires of desire in their wake. It was as if each touch made her acutely aware of that spot of her body, almost as if for the first time. It took a lot to keep her from squirming in his lap more and even then, that determination would only last so long. She was able to hold in the squirming all the way up to the point his lips brushed her ear and his teasing took a new turn. Warm breath, the feather light brush of his lips as he asked her of her experience, alluded to what he might do with her caused her to squirm. Lisp parted as she shook her head some. "No..." A single word answer, but within that single syllable was longing, desire. Unable to keep her cravings from her voice. Her cheeks flushed and she closed her eyes as he questioned her. "Sweetly and in anyway you desire" Was her answer. Pain would be sweet for her, she needed it as much as her next breath. "No.. will... will you show me?" While his desires were clear, they were controlled. The tiny female in his lap, teased, was having trouble keeping that eagerness from her words, her body.

Vina didn't know when his hand had slipped under her dress, distracted by the promises of pain. His nails biting into the softness of her though as they raked along that paleness leaving red in their wake. Her breath hitched and her eyes closed and Vina leaned into him slightly; if not for his support she might have swayed like a sapling in the wind. After a moment she was composed enough to fetch him his wine. Breathing became harder after his nails had curled into her flesh, leaving a perfect imprint that would fade to quickly and her hands trembled as she poured his wine, while his fingers moved closer to her sex. Unable to speak, she nodded wordlessly as she placed the decanter safely back on the table. The kiss held a flavor other than his own, but she welcomed it. Almost as if the wine could help soothe her frazzled nerves. Or, perhaps not. His teeth captured her lower lip and she gave a soft moan as he moved her to straddle one of his thighs.

The change in her potion did not help Vina. Before the ache had been building, but left mostly untouched and now with his strong thigh between her own, her sex pressed against his pants, Vina felt like a kitten in heat, wanting to do nothing more than rub herself against him. It would be desperate and entirely improper. His hand pressed her tighter and she whimpered, unable to help the first little motion of her hips. Corvina could be a greedy little thing at times. "I.. I don't .. kn.. know" Oh gods please, was her silent prayer and when he turned her to watch another adapt, her eyes darkened with jealousy. Soon...

As luck would have it, the Dowayne's second approached Luc and whispered in his ear. The bid had been won by him, he was free to take Corvina into a room of his choosing or back to his estate, she would be expected back tomorrow evening. Like that, she was his for the night.

 

[Tassu]

An old adage had it that each man and woman was much like an instrument, responsive to a particular sort of touch, each and everyone having their particular preferences. What Corvina found enthralling, another adept might have found distasteful, agreeing only to suffer to please their patron. The fact that pain made her lean into him both thrilled and aroused the young man, the crotch of his pants rather tight by now, though dim as the room was, perhaps only the girl on his lap would be any wiser of the fact. His passions tempered by his years and knowing how delayed gratification would be so much sweeter, Luc had no qualms letting his fingers dance on her skin even as he ached to be touched in return, playing Vina like a violin, gently thrumming her strings, her gasps and whimpers music to his ears. “How sweet indeed.” He would murmured as she admitted how little experience she had with pain, wondering again if her inexperience was but a ruse, having a little hard time believing how someone so responsive could be so inexperienced, glancing at the Dowayne as if she could offer some clue to the puzzle he held in his arms. “I will show you everything.” he murmured, his fingers drawing small circles on her lower back. “Pain, bliss, agony, pleasure. I will make you squirm and gasp for breath.” Seeing how agitated she was already, Luc was confident with his words, letting Corvina know that he desired nothing less than utter submission, for her to yield to him so that he could drink his fill. He found her eagerness appealing, thought expected no less, the adepts of her house raised and trained to please their patrons. If the Dowayne thought she was ready to be auctioned, she had to be ready to serve. ¨

“Oh..” his lips formed a small ‘o’ for a moment as he realized just how far she was, smirking as he lifted his knee ever so slightly, his thigh pressing more firmly between her legs even as he let her sway there, the hand resting on the small of her back setting the pace. Well aware of what he was doing to Corvina, Luc kept teasing her, allowing her to gently grind herself against himself for a little while, pressing his nails to her skin should she try to move faster. The message was clear - he would allow her pleasure but only and only how saw it fit. “That bad, mhmhh?” he whispered into her ear, his husky voice colored by his own hunger. “Aren’t you quite something.” It wasn’t as he wasn’t equally aroused, feeling a dull ache in his loins. “Look.” the young man nodded at the giggling adept who was now rather flustered, her patron seeming to just where to touch her. “She seems to be enjoying herself, don’t you think?” Even as he directed her gaze, his free hand found its way on her knee, his fingers creeping slowly under the hem of her dress, his thumb stroking her inner thigh, almost but not quite touching her sex. “Quite improper, wouldn’t you say?” Some rules were more closely followed than others and with the room filled with the cream of the Terra d’Angese society, some leeway was allowed to the visitors.

Perhaps mercifully for Corvina, this was when Dowayne's second approached Luc, letting him know how he was free to leave, or make use of the rooms of the house. “Very good.” the young noble replied to the second, all smiles. “Corvina, we should get going.” Picking her up like she was but a doll as he eased himself up, the tall man cradled Vina against his chest for a moment, his fingers somehow finding their way to her rump, giving it a delicate squeeze before he lowered her on the ground. He placed his hand on the small of her back, allowing his nails to trace the curves of her spine as he reached to take a soft and firm hold of her neck, much like someone might pick up a kitten, waving his hand as if to bid his farewells to his fellow peers, bobbing his head at the Dowayne as their eyes met for a moment. As they passed the cloak room, Luc paused to pick up his heavy velvet cloak, wrapping it on Vina’s shoulders, hushing her down. He would not have her freeze on the way back, short as the ride might have been.

Leading Corvina out of the courts, Luc took her to his cart, his driver scrambling to open the door for them, the old man eyeing the young courtesan for a moment, hunger gleaming in his eyes before he averted his gaze, welcoming his lord back with few words, his voice rough. “This is Marc. He has served my house for two decades.” he explained, allowing Vina to step into the cart before following her, the driver closing the door. The seats within were luxurious, covered in soft, black leather, Luc sitting next to Corvina, wrapping his hand around her. “It shouldn’t take too long. I have rooms at Gilded Swan.” he named the guest house his father had rented for them, Corvina perhaps recognizing the name, the rather well-known, small manor sitting on a low hill perhaps a ten minute ride from the city proper.

While a small lantern hung by the driver’s seat, casting soft light ahead of the cart, the cabin was dark and it would take a while before their eyes got used to darkness. As Marc steered the cart away from the courts, the wheels rattled against the hard ground, sounds of the festivities dying behind them. With his prize so close to him, there was no way Luc could keep his hands off her, leaning to place a tender kiss on the nape of her neck, snatching Corvina into his lap, her back against his chest, the young girl able to feel his breath on her neck. “Now… now that we have some privacy…” Easing his hands within the cloak, he embraced her, his touch as light as feathers as he sought out her bosom, his fingers brushing gently against her nipples.

 

[Bunny]

In public, Corvina was far too shy to try touching him... It somehow felt out of place to her, even within the walls of her house, she felt a bit out of place doing so. It was odd, in truth for she had been raised on the streets. Sex was nothing new for her to witness, however her skills in returning the touches was limited. Corvina had read the books she had been assigned and they had detailed how to touch a man and she knew from her own body how to touch a female. To learn such an intimate thing from books and teachers alone though? It was not the same as true practice on one of the opposite sex. Unlike other adapts, Vina had been sequestered to a point, to avoid "tainting" that innocence that the Dowayne was gambling would be appealing to the first to claim her. Any pain she'd known had been at her own hands, at least after being drawn into the bosom of the house and once they had found she was inflicting pain upon herself, she'd be watched like a hawk. That sweet agony was not for her to draw out along her skin, but for another, the Dowayne had once explained. Vina had not been thrilled with that explanation any more than she had been to learn from that day on she'd never really be alone.

Her cheeks flushed when his mouth formed the o of surprise and her face lowered some. When his thigh pressed into her more firmly she bit her lower lip and whimpered. Vina dared sneak a glimpse at him, trying to gauge if he was upset with her. Rather than anger, he seemed amused by her arousal. Cheeks burning, Vina didn't try and press her luck. The small flashes of pain were more than she'd had... ever and they had been nothing more than teasing. "Yes." Though her cheeks were flushed, Corvina felt no shame in the fact the pain was what had left her feeling quite so needy. Her voice was soft as she spoke, almost as if afraid to share her opinions. "You know how we are raised?" Most everyone did, so Vina continued. "I was kept isolated and watched.. I.. um.. was far too eager to feel the sweet agony of pain." He might as well know and she smiled, a slight curl of her lips. "I know that this isn't even close to what you might do with me alone.." What was left unsaid told him she knew what pain could bring her and he'd only hinted at it.

Falling silent she looked where he directed her, eyes longing. Soon, she would be in Luc's arms.. soon she'd have a reason to be so flustered, be it from pleasure or pain. She nodded, knowing her voice would breathy from his teasing. So easy to arouse was his prize and more than willing. It was improper and even though Corvina knew she'd soon be played with, teased and fucked, she couldn't help but be jealous of the girl in the man's lap. Gasping as she was lifted into the air, she turned her head back to Luc with a smile. "Are you happy with your prize?" Maybe she shouldn't have asked, but she hoped he was. She'd been made by the gods themselves for men and women like him. Shivering against his touch, she allowed him to lead her by her neck, the touch she found appealing. She began to protest at his thick cloak as it settled around her body, but at Luc's instance, Vina fell silent and cuddled into the warmth. It smelled like him, she could tell and her cheeks brightened as she burrowed further into its warmth and his scent.

Corvina met the driver's eyes and offered him a small smile. There was no missing the way he looked at her and in truth Vina didn't mind in the slightest. "Good evening, Marc" His name whispered as she slipped past his Lord and into the darkness of the carriage. She felt Luc settle next to her, his hand slipping around her waist. "I have heard of it. They say it's lovely" Her head tilted when his lips brushed the nape of her neck and a giggle left her as she was pulled into his lap. Corvina squirmed slightly, leaning back against him. She could feel when his hands invaded his cloak and as his fingers brushed her nipples through the sheer material of the gown. Her head turned and the tip of her nose brushed against the shell of his ear, a moment later her soft lips replaced it and then a small almost playful nip of teeth. Alone and far from the view of the Dowayne, Vina was free to be who she was. Playful at heart, she would happily dally in his lap, his hands on her body with his driver just on the other side of the thin wall of the carriage. While Luc had bought her, tonight, the stars themselves shined for Vina.

 

[Tassu]

“They didn’t let you play with yourself? How precious.” She could perhaps hear him smirk as he stroked her back, amused how ‘cruelly’ she had been treated. Her innocence made her all the more real. “And you obeyed them like a good girl?” He turned again to glance at her benefactor, shaking his head. Truly the woman had done wonders crafting such an exquisite toy. After this night, she would know nearly everything there was to be known about pain, Luc rather determined to test her limits, eager to see how much she could take. “Am I happy? Oh I believe I will be. More than once.” The tall nobleman chuckled softly, his thumb brushing against her inner thigh, the tip of his fingers almost, but not quite brushing against her sex. “I’ll tell you a little secret, sweetling.” His lips found her ear again, Luc nibbling her earlobe for a moment. “I am quite insatiable.” Young and virile, his words promised an ecstasy filled night. “And now I am rather hungry for you, my sweetling.” Suddenly his voice was lower, almost like a purr in nature. “When I have you in my rooms, I won’t stop until you are left breathless.” He pinched her firmly again if only to hear her gasp once more. While she felt lovely in his hands, her skin smooth and soft, it was her little moans that whimpers that aroused him the most, Luc murmuring happily every time Corvina yelped or twitched in his arms.

******

Even as Corvina nibbled his earlobe, he could feel him laugh softly, his chest bumping against her small back for a moment, the air escaping his lips rustling her hair ever so gently. “My sweetling is hungry tonight.” he remarked playfully, tilting his head a little as if to give Vina easier access to his neck. “Didn’t they teach you any patience?” He let go of her nipples for a moment, allowing his hands to drop on her waist, tugging the small girl more firmly against himself, Corvina now likely well able to tell just how aroused he was, feeling something poking against her rear. “Can you feel how hard you make me? Do you have any idea how much I want you?” Luc asked, dragging his fingers upwards and cupping her small breasts, sinking his nails into the soft flesh, pressing hard. “Moan for me, sweetling. Let me hear your voice.” Egging Vina to be more vocal, he allowed his fingers to dance around her areola, kiss of pain followed by gentler touch. Even as he tortured her, pinching her nipples hard enough to leave her gasping for air, he felt her body against his, easing his hold a little the moment he thought she felt too tense, careful not to push her too hard with her before he had a better idea of her limits. So far he had been able to take everything he had to offer, Luc willing to take his time with her. He would pinch and pull her nipples hard enough to lift her small breasts a little, letting go when he thought she needed a little break, only to gently knead her tortured nipples, the feather-light touch meant to confuse her senses, to meld pain with pleasure so that Corvina could not quite tell one from the another.

Dark as the cabin was, they could well feel the carriage jolt and shake a little as they rode along a cobblestone road, the wheels rattling loudly against the stones. Still, Vina would be in no danger of tumbling down, Luc’s strong arms around her waist. “Half-way, I think..” Luc murmured absentmindedly, even as his calloused fingers roamed downwards, his hands brushing over her belly even as he reached for her thighs, slowly prying her legs open, his thumbs pressing deep into her soft muscles, pain blossoming inches from her crotch. Gasping softly as he hurt her, Luc inched his fingers slowly down her legs for a moment before reversing the direction, feeling her skin as she did so. “So soft…” He sounded quite pleased with her, his voice brimming with pleasure even as he finally touched her sex, his fingers pressing against her folds for a briefest of moments. “Are you aching, sweetling?” Luc would touch her once more, this time allowing his fingers to brush over her pearl as he toyed with her, one touch following another, the young man running his fingers along her clit. Just as with pain, he would let go of her when he felt her tense, digging his nails into her outer folds until she would writhe with pain, only to deny that sensation from her as well, his hands finding their way to her pubic mound as Luc waited Corvina to calm down a little, slipping his fingers to idly stroke her folds, careful not to touch her pearl. “Tell me sweetling, how do you feel?”

 

[Bunny]

Raven locks shifted along her shoulders and she smiled softly. "I was allowed to explore my body, but only as any other adept would." Her cheeks had still held blush upon answering him. Vina knew he was mostly teasing her and she didn't mind at all. "Of course" She didn't need to elaborate on why she had obeyed, that had no one watched her, she wouldn't have. Cradled in his arms, Luc informed her that he was indeed happy, cheeks still flushed, Vina had smiled. A tremor ran along her body and she sighed softly, the sound pleasant as he told her his secret, the likes of which made the young woman swallow and squirm in anticipation. The firm pinch to her supple rear made her gasp. Everything he did was pleasing, were they sure it was she who belonged to the house and not him? For he knew how to play with her, like a cat with a mouse. Rather than flee though, the mouse was more than willing to be the cat's meal.

She blushed softly and shifted her lips brushing his neck. "Would you deny the ravenous?" It was both an answer and a question. She would slow, should he desire it... If he said nothing she would be who she was. She could feel him beneath her rear, knew that he was just as aroused as she was, though he was far more restrained at showing it, while Vina was eager. Leaning back into him, her breath hitched as his hands cupped her breasts, the weight of them nothing in his grasp. Biting her lower lip as his nails bit into her skin. He encouraged her to be free with the sounds he pulled from her body with ease. Her moan was breathless and spoke of her desire. Each movement of his hands, as he pinched her nipples, rubbed them to ease the pain that lingered. Gasps, moans and whimpers all for his ears as her toyed with her. He would find she could take a fair bit of pain, going as far as to push her back into his chest, gently encouraging him as he had her, though she didn't hold this long, her intent just to show him she could take more. Her mind felt hazy as he brought the pleasure and pain together as one, unsure even which was which at time.

The gentle bumping of the carriage never made her wonder if she would lose her purchase upon his lap, his strong arm around her waist a steady comfort as it swayed to and fro. She'd been sitting rather ladylike, all things considered in his lap when he pried her thighs open and she moved with him so one leg dangled on either side of his. It exposed her to his touches, his thumbs pressing into her thighs, so close and yet so far from her sex. Gasping, the sound exhaling on a moan as she shifted slightly against his lap. When those devilish fingers brushed just barely along the lips of her sex, they would find her warm and the beginnings of her arousal wetting his fingers. "Yes, I am" Her voice huskier than normal as she bit her lower lip. Dark locks pillowed against his shoulder while his fingers explored her. The tips of his fingers finding that little bead, the nerves there lighting up as he toyed with her. A throaty sound leaving her, her body tensing and then as quickly as the sensation had come, it was gone and she whimpered. The sound was a clear plea, desiring more of the touch. Corvina knew he would deny that touch for as long as he saw fit, for she was his toy for the night. Her hips lifted slightly as the pleasure faded and the pain began, another moan, sharper from his nails. Another whimper, different from the last, though no less for her longing.

His question wasn't a hard one, but it would require more than just a word. "Aroused, needy..." Shifting some Vina's lips brushed his neck. Her words mummered along his skin. "I knew of pleasure and pain, but I had never been allowed them together at once. To not know where one ended and the other began'' He was indeed the first to show her what sweet agony lay in wait for her and this, like everything else was just play for him, a way to pass the time until they were in his rooms. "I want more..." The words were greedy, but honest and he would expect no less. "I want to learn what someone like you can do with someone like me." And she did, truly. He was the sadist to her masochism. He would live to hurt and pleasure her, finding his own pleasure in both.

 

[Tassu]

“Would I deny you?” Luc asked teasingly, his long fingers dancing on her skin, his touch tantalizing as it was light. Reaching for her bosom once more, he grasped her breast in one of his hands even as the other snuck between her legs. “I think I might.” Pushing his finger between her damp folds, sliding it up and down between her nether lips. “For a while at least.” It was painfully evident that the young noble was in no hurry, seemingly caring little for her moans as he teased her. “Do you know how to please a man with your lips?” His voice was mellow, curiosity ringing in his tone. “Have you ever tasted anyone?” To make her anguish worse, Luc would let his slick fingers pull back to her nub, kneading it softly with quick, rhythmic movements even as he pressed his hand firmly against his crotch. Recalling how she had kneaded her groin to his leg, he figured she preferred pressure to a lighter touch, curious to see if he could elicit a more lively response from her this way. As much as he was well used to pulling strings of others, he had not played with her before, Luc toying with Corvina both to amuse himself and to learn her sweet spots. The better he knew her, the further he could push her and the more sweeter he could make her agony. “Poor innocent girl..” This time he would touch her longer, touching her firmly even as he felt her hips move, feeling how she tensed and relaxed even as he squeezed her breast, digging his fingers into the supple flesh with no little force, likely bruising her skin.

Stopping again before she had had her fill, Luc brought his damp fingers to her lips as if to make sure Corvina knew how aroused she was. “You do seem to be enjoying this.” He told her even as the carriage jolted, causing her small rump to press against his hardness. “Oopsie.” His soft laughter filled the dark cabin for a moment, Luc wrapping his hands around her small frame. “Marc, careful out there!” The driver never replied, though the carriage did slow down a little. “Much better!” With Corvina secure in his lap, the handsome young scion reached to kiss her ear, his long hair cascading down on her bosom. “My little sweetling, you have no idea how badly I want you.” Sweet as his words were, the young girl could likely feel his arousal, his need brimming in his voice. “Oh all the things I want to do to you. How I will make you moan and scream.” Allowing his hand to drop on her thigh, he sank his nails into her skin once more, nibbling her earlobe even as pain blossomed on her skin, Luc’s fingers moving slowly towards her sex. “Good… you should be aching.” The next thing she felt was him pinching her nether lips, the young man tugging her folds, letting go for a moment when she began to moan, only to grasp her again, taking delight in how agony aroused. “Oh… before I forget, what is your signale?” Each adept of the Valerian had one - a sacred word they could use to inform their patrons that they could truly take no more. “I should have asked you before.” He sounded a little remorseful even as he hurt her. “You had me rather distracted, there.” Pressed against his body as she was, Corvina could feel low growl, hungry that vibrated in his chest.

“Your voice is so sweet.” Luc would murmur, happy as she moaned and twitched. “Now imaging reading for me like this.” He masturbated her rather brazenly, focusing his attention to her nub, occasionally dipping his middle finger between her nether lips, pressing his fingertip against her entrance. Feeling how aroused she was filled with a strange sense of pride, knowing that he could leave someone feeling breathless with seemingly little effort. Her moans and gasps fed his hunger, his breath quickening a little. “Oh, I’ll show you, my little sweetling, I’ll show you everything.” Luc truly meant that, biting his lip as he imagined just how he would enjoy her. “I will show you the ecstasy of pain… and then, then I will have you every way possible.” She was a masochist born, a treasure to a sadist like him, Luc finding himself drawn to Corvina like a moth to a flame, desiring her pain - thrilled to have someone who would not only tolerate, but would also yearn for what he could offer. “Tell me sweetling, how do you touch yourself when no-one is watching?” More experienced and having played with adepts before, the seemingly innocent little naughty question had a distinct aim, Luc hoping to learn from Corvina’s response, figuring how to best tease and play with her. To make the game a little more interesting, he would keep touching her as she spoke, curious to see just how much he could distract the little anguisette, idly stroking her clit as he waited for her answer.

 

[Bunny]

"Cruel" The word was harsh, but the tone and her smile in the darkness of the carriage said otherwise. Breathy little sounds of pleasure slipped from her, sighs carried out on her exhale. Biting her lower lip as his finger teased her, trailing across the lips of her sex. Shaking her head, her teeth released her lower lip as she answered Luc. "I have learned from books, but never been allowed to test the knowledge." Corvina had enjoyed those lessons though and while untested, was almost sure she'd be able to provide pleasure. Shaking her head once more, her lips parted as he teased her clit, the moan that slipped from her louder than the last, hips rising slightly, needy. "Mmmmmn, no, I have not yet had the pleasure" Her words trembled. Every touch by the man beneath her seemed calculated and was slowly driving her mad. "I would love a chance to put my learning to the test however"

A whimper left her as he paused his torment, his glistening finger tips laid before her eyes. "How could I not, with such sweet torment?" Vina had a feeling this was more than just because it was her first time being touched by anyone but herself. The first time she'd been at someone else's mercy... Luc was very aware of what she was and exactly how to draw out everything he wanted from her willing body. The bump in the road made her giggle, the sound of her laughter airy as she pressed against him. No doubt about exactly how aroused he was. Shivering against the feeling of his lips at her ear, his hair tickling against her skin. Lashes lowered, she decided on a bold reply. "Perhaps not, but I can feel it" His words were like a siren's song to her blood, and she trembled in his lap at the mere thought of either. Gasping her back arched as his nails bit into her skin. Her lips had opened, ready to tell him she was aching, when his fingers pinched her. Crying out, her voice reverberated in the small enclosed space. It was part surprise, part pain and lastly pleasure. His question was hard to focus on for a moment and as she regained her thoughts, they left once more as Luc growled. Gasping she closed her eyes. "Raven. My signale is raven" She nuzzled her cheek against his, the scrape of his stubble pleasing. "I am sorry for being so distracting"

Nimble fingers found her nub once more, teasing her as he spoke. Moaning she squirmed in his lap, her rear rubbing firmly against him with every writhe of her hips. Read like this? Vina was able to form thoughts still, but words might have been out of her reach, though, for Luc she would have tried. Beneath his hand, while his fingers played with her, Vina became wetter with each touch. Gasping softly she squirmed, unable to stay still beneath his hands. His question was answered with a quick nod, biting her lower lip she closed her eyes tighter, fighting for focus. "I.. I touch my bead" A sweet moan left her, his finger almost idly petting that little bead of pleasure she spoke of. "I slip fingers inside myself" It wasn't like she didn't touch herself nightly, but she was finding it hard to tell him what she did. "I like both done together and.. " Gasping she closed her eyes pressing herself back into him as the constant teasing grew to be too much, that pleasure so great it almost hurt. "Mmmn I like laying on my stomach when I do or my side.. to play with my nipples"

She felt no shame in telling Luc how she pleasured herself... She was a child of the night blooming flowers. Such things were commonplace in her world. It hadn't been commonplace though, before. Before her house had taken her in, Vina had only now the pleasure pain brought, none of the sweetness of other touches. She'd found great pleasure since in both at least for a while and she would again find that pleasure at Luc's hands and other patrons who wished to take part in her rare gift.

 

[Tassu]

“Cruel perhaps.” Luc chuckled, nibbling her earlobe, his teeth scraping against her skin. “But that is why you’ll fear and adore me, sweetling.” There was no hesitation in his voice, the young man making his desires known. For a moment he bit down a little harder, only to softly kiss the aching spot. “You’ll come to long for that.” His voice brimmed with the arrogance becoming of the peerage, Luc certain that he could thrum her strings like no other. Most of his peers were disinterested in pain, most of the other young men and women seeking their own pleasure in their own ways. While other sadists might eventually get their hands on Corvina, he would be the one she would compare them to. “Mhmhm… books you say?” He sounded a little surprised, wondering how someone had managed to remain so pure in such a place. “Did you envy the others? For being allowed more?” As the carriage veered to the left, the clattering sound died out, the wheels rattling against loose dirt, their destination drawing near. The roads outside the city, while well kept, were unpaved. “Perhaps we can put you to a test today? Hmmm? Wouldn’t you love it, sweetling?”

“Raven..” he murmured to her as if to make sure she knew he had heard her. “Maybe we shall see Raven’s flight tonight.” Wrapping a promise of pain into his words, Luc kept toying with the girl in his lap, his fingers stroking her slick nub a little faster now. Figuring that the more aroused the girl was, the more pain she could take. When Corvina cried out, she could feel him chuckling against her back, the young sadist enjoying her reactions. “Lovely… just lovely.” Running his fingers over her belly, he snuck his other hand between her shapely legs as he touched her wet folds once more, easing a finger on her entrance, slowly circling it. Luc’s fingers, hardened by years of fencing were unlike hers, his skin rough when hers was soft. “You have nothing to apologize, sweetling. I am sure you were a little preoccupied as well.” When she explained how she touched herself, the young man listened attentively, slipping the first join of his index finger into her, tugging gently upwards even as his other hand kept fondling her clit as he teased her further, aroused by how warm and wet she felt in his hands. “You are dripping, Vina.” He told her, again curious how she would answer. Would she be bashful like an innocent maid she seemed to be, or would she be proud of her arousal like the devout servant of Naamah she was. “Like this?” Turning his finger between her folds, he touched her, always letting go of her clit when she began to tense in his arms, bringing the young girl to the verge of release without allowing her to find her relief. “Tonight…” Luc whispered as the cart slowed down. “You are not allowed to spend yourself unless you ask for permission first.” Corvina could hear him grin as he laid out the rules for his game, his touch now more intense than before, his fingers teasing her without remorse. He did not bother to specify how he would want her to ask politely, the girl well aware how she was supposed to address her betters. “Do you understand?” He asked as he played with her, loving every small sound that escaped her lips, making sure she would have to struggle to answer him.

Eventually the cart ground to halt, Luc pulling his hands free, unabashedly licking his fingers clean of her juices before tugging his cloak more firmly around Corvina, more to shelter her against the cold than to hide her shame, the staff of the guest likely well used to such visitations, the house rather close to the court of night blooming flowers. Waiting that his driver would open the door, Luc would wait Corvina to step out first, following soon in suit and duly picking her up like a child, smothering her against his chest as he carried her, hushing down any and all protests she might have. The house servants pulled the door open for their esteemed guest, neither of men speaking a word. Cradling Corvina in his arms, Luc wade into the luxurious house, walking straight towards a flight of stairs, glancing down at his ‘purchase’, their eyes meeting for a moment, his gaze brimming with primal hunger, his steps hurried. She could hear the wood creaking beneath his boots as he took her to his rooms, the door wide open waiting for his return. Luc would lower her to the ground, reaching to undo the clasp of his cloak, the garment falling on the floor, pooling around Corvina’s feet, his fingers brushing over her pert rear as he moved to close the door, the old hinges complained as he pulled the handle, the heavy door thudding against the frame. Walking to his ‘prize’, the hungry scion laid his hands to Corvina’s shoulders as he pressed himself against her, his arousal now somewhat less evident. “I would have you undress.” Stepping back, he would admire the young girl, his eyes devouring her small body in the dim light of the massive oil chandelier dangling from the ceiling, shadows dancing on the walls.

 

[Bunny]

The thought of fearing him was honestly thrilling. It meant he would push her limits, something that had never been done. Untouched and pure as she was, she had no idea what all she could take. She knew that she should find pleasure in most anything, but her body in truth could only take so much abuse. It would be a delicate game to find exactly where that limit was and one that the masochist in her longed to find. How could she not? Corvina was what she was and she felt no shame in how the gods had crafted her. She was a rare creature, one of a kind that the likes of the land had not seen in a very long time. Trembling within his lap, her face turned and her lips brushed his cheek, the touch was gentle. "I do hope so" There was a longing in her husky voice. Blinking she nodded some. "Yes." She didn't know if she should tell him why she'd only learned from books, his second question however drew a sigh from her. "I did, yes... But those days should be behind me now" Tonight would change all that, while she would still be forbidden from self harm, others would gladly pay to harm her and bring her to ecstasy with pleasure and pain. Her cheek nuzzled against his own for a moment. "I would, very much so"

Another shiver along her spine as Luc spoke of her signale and her use of it. There was a sort of perverse desire she held, to see exactly how long she could hold out before using it. The Dowayne had been careful to explain that her body would only take so much, even if there was pleasure in that pain, she would need to take care and use it before her body gave out. Squirming in his lap, she could feel how hard he was and that alone aroused her. To know that she, her actions, what she was and the thought of hurting her. Biting her lower lip she moaned "Mmmn" Shifting her hips some, unable and unwilling to stay still unless ordered to do so. "I was" The words whispered. "You.. make it hard to think" The words were shy, though Vina doubted that he didn't already know that and it wasn't his intent all along. He seemed to prove this point by asking her how she touched herself, the words were there, she knew how, but she found trouble speaking even the simplest of details. When he told her she was dripping, she blushed and nodded. "I am.." While her voice was perhaps shy, she didn't seem to hide from the fact. A perfect mix of who she'd been reared to be and what she was. "How.. How could I not be?" Another nuzzle of her cheek to his, Vina's action pausing as he asked and showed her what he thought she did. Lips near his ear as she moaned, her eyes closing as once more he teased her, though this time, he showed no signs of stopping as she began to pant in his lap, the sounds of her pleasure growing in pitch and coming faster. The next words from his sinful lips nearly sent her tumbling over that edge. Something about them making it all the sweeter as he teased her without remorse. "Yeeeeeees... siiiiiiiir" The words were drawn out and she bit her lower lip, gazing down her body in the dark to watch his hand as his fingers slid in and out of her.

When the carriage came to a halt, she was quivering her breath still coming in pants as Luc withdrew his fingers. Hungry eyes watched him taste her, a whimper following. The cloak rugged around her once more she pressed her lips to his cheek in a silent thank you. It took her a moment to find her legs and slowly she made her way from the dim interior. Gasping as Luc swept her off her feet she blushed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "I can walk" Her voice warm but when he shushed her, she fell silent with a smile. Her next words were not of protest. "You know, I have read books that start this way" Her tone was teasing "But, I doubt what follows will even be close" Her husky voice was playful but it also spoke of the nerves that were building. This was it, her first time at the hands of a sadist, a patron, who would know exactly how to put her gifts from the gods to use. Her eyes met his, her own eyes no less hungry than his, though there was a touch of something else. Perhaps fear. She wanted to please him.. Wanted to be everything he needed. Wanted to live up to that ruby mote in her eyes.

Inside his rooms, she was set on her feet and the clasp opened on his cloak. The heavy material slithered down her body, pooling around her in a half moon of sorts. Biting her lower lip she watched as he moved to close the door, his fingers brushing along her rear as he moved to do so. Butterflies swam in her stomach, when the door was closed, he gave her a command. Watching him with emerald eyes, her arms rose slowly, fingers fumbling with the clasp at the back of her neck. A moment later, the gown, much like the cloak fell from her body, though it seemed to hug each curve as it fell. Clinging to her breasts, and then her hips before slithering down her legs. Naked, without the gauze of fabric to hide her, Luc would find her body dusted, every inch of it with that pearlescent powder. She shimmered even now under the flickering lights. Vina's body did nothing to hide her arousal; her nipples, pale pink arched into hardened peeks, and between her legs, at the apex between her thighs, something glistened faintly. Were she to spread her legs, there would be no doubt as to what shone there. "Would you like my hair loose?" The raven wealth of hair when loose would fall about her slender body in waves, falling to the back of her thighs.

 

[Tassu]

“Oh I am sure you can walk.” Luc smirked, yet tugging her to his chest. “But I am not letting you.” His tone was smug just as before, the de Mereliot scion doing exactly what he wanted despite her meek protests. Seeing that she wasn’t truly suffering in his arms, he simply gave her no choice. “What books those would be?” Corvina could see his eyebrow rise, her words having piqued her curiosity. “I am asking… for a friend.” There was no mistaking to his soft laughter, his lie so blatant that it was almost comical. “That would depend on the book, don’t you think? Though you are likely correct. They don’t really write books about men like me, do they?” There was perhaps a slight pang of sadness in his tone, even if the same smile still lingered on his lips. “It seems that for many a lady-reader it is a young noble on a while stallion they desire, his words kind and gentle. His nature often that of a loyal hound and not that of a wolf.” Luc noted teasingly, letting his fingers skin into her body once more, his cloak undoubtedly softening the ardent touch. With her so close to him, he could well sense her hunger, her desire feeding his, his hold tightening ever so little. “I want you so fucking bad…” Luc’s voice was but a whisper, his words meant for her ears alone.

His eyes were intent on Corvina as she undressed, Luc admiring every curve, every shadow on her body, remaining behind her back so that she could not see him - even if the young girl could sense his presence, her patron standing only a few feet from her. With her nearly transparent gown decorating the floor, he began to pace around her, reaching to touch her shoulder, dragging his finger across her collar bones and again on her back, Luc taking his sweet time with his prize, admiring her much like one might enjoy a particularly fine sculpture. “Later.” He told her, having something on his mind as he stepped closer to her, almost foot taller than the tiny anguissette, Vina looking almost like a girl by his side, his shoulders wide, lithe as he was. His perfume, musk and sandalwood clinging to him like a second skin. Born and bred in Eisende, he was achingly beautiful, his features sharp, Luc poised like a falcon, ready to strike his claws into his prey. In the dim light his eyes seemed impossibly dark, the dancing shadows making him look even more imposing, his posture that of a fencer, ready to lunge at her.

Like a bird of prey, he kept circling her slowly, his eyes clinging to her bosom, noting how hard her nipples were, barely managing to hide his smug smile. His gaze would drop from her bosom to her hips and to the apex between her thighs where her arousal was the most prominent. “You desire me.” he stated casually, her body visibly ready for him. “And how could you not, my sweetling. We have been cast from the opposite molds. I am drawn to you like a moth to a flame, just like you are drawn to me. ” He ached - needed to be adored for what he was, his true nature abhorrent to the most, feeling that Corvina alone could cast him free. His arm trembling ever so slightly, Luc ran his fingers through her curls, leaning to press his lips against hers, wrapping his hand around her neck as if to prevent her from shying away, the touch in reality meant to convey how he wanted her, willing to keep her in place. There was a second kiss and a third one, each more hungry than the previous one, his teeth eventually finding her lower lip, Luc biting and pulling, his fingers digging into her neck as pain blossomed at the corner of her mouth, his breath raspy from arousal. His free hand would press against her chest, the noble allowing his hand slowly roam downwards, admiring every muscle, coming to a rest on her mound for a moment, his fingers brushing against her slick nub once more, Luc working to stoke her fires to the blaze they had been moments ago. And he would deny her once more, waiting that her thighs would begin to tremble before pulling his hand away, flashing the young anguisette a sadistic smile, licking his fingers clean before her eyes.

Stepping away from her, Luc walked to a low cabinet, picking up a book that laid on an intricate table cloth, leafing through it for a moment before laying it down on the table, a finely woven, blue and white bookmark resting between the slightly yellowish pages, the seamstress having sewn small swallows on the piece of cloth no more than inch wide. “You promised, didn’t you?” Corvina could see the man biting his lip for a moment, his voice laced with honey as he nodded at the book. “That you would read for me, sweetling?” Waiting for her to pick up the book, Luc walked to a large, ornate chair, sitting down. “Jocelin Voran. Flowers of the Night.” He introduced the book to Corvina, Voran the poet well known for his achingly sweet poems brimming with lust and passion. In the high courts few dared to admit they read such gaudy verses, even if his works were widely loved and read. “Come to me, Corvina.” he called for her, patting his legs as if to invite her to sit on his lap. “Let me hear your sweet voice as I play with your strings?” Silence fell for a moment, winds rustling leaves outside. “And remember your promise.” So he would wait for Corvina to take her place, his hands moving to her thighs once she sat down, his fingers slowly reaching for her damp sex, Luc touching her as she began to read.

 

[Bunny]

It was an odd sensation to feel almost precious to him. Corvina had never had someone make her feel quite so. The Dowayne had made it clear she was a rare commodity, but that was far from the feeling Luc made her feel. Almost like a princess... Every little girl wished for such, to be a princess before the reality of life proved the desire unobtainable. Yet, here and now, Vina felt like one, cuddled to his chest as he carried her into the manor and up the stairs to his room. Her smile was shy as she admitted "The kind for ladies, with the knight, prince or barbarian. They tend to be kind, generous lovers and highly possessive." They were silly books made for the fantasy that was likely untrue, Vina was at least aware of that. His comment made her smile and her lips brushed his jaw. "I fear not, but if they did... I'd read nothing else" There was sincerity in her words. What she had been born to and what he enjoyed were perfectly matched, but most women wouldn't understand. She nodded, trailing sweet kisses along his jaw. "You are correct, but... I do believe you are wrong. There is never a woman who doesn't wish to bed a wolf at least once... They burn hotter" Vina spoke without any knowledge on the subject, but she felt that she still spoke the truth. While many women wouldn't want the pain he might give, they would want that wild almost animistic lust, and a hound couldn't give them that. "What woman wouldn't want to be ravished once in her life? I am unsure the loyal hound has it in him to do so properly" Her lips parted as he admitted his desire for her. Her lips near his ear as she sighed out, the sound happy. "I am yours for the night, do with me as thou will"

Naked before him, she nodded when Luc told her later. Her hair for now would stay intricately coiled, leaving her body unobstructed for his viewing pleasure. Inhaling his scent as he circled her, a smile played along the edges of her mouth. Nerves were dancing in her belly as she waited for him to touch her further, command her.. His statement drew blush to her cheeks. "I do, more than anything I have desired before" There was no shame in her voice, no hesitation. She wouldn't hide her feelings and her words rang true. She had never wanted anything more than Luc. Her head turned slightly trying to face him. "I would burn alive in your glow, if just be closer for but a moment" Her voice was whisper soft. The kiss was a surprise, but Vina answered him without reservation. She didn't pull away, but rather sank deeper into his embrace. The little flashes of pain drawing for whimpers and moans as it blossomed along her skin. When Luc's hand slid between her legs, finger finding that little bead, her moan was louder than the others and within moments her breathing came in short, needy pants and a moment or two later, her thighs began to tremble. Never would she had hidden her moans from him, and now, as he toyed with her she did no different. The sounds she made were for him and she had no shame as she whimpered and moaned. When his hand withdrew and her eyes met his, there was no doubt that she'd wanted more, the raw need in her eyes as she whimpered. Those same eyes watched as he licked his fingers cleaned and her throat convulsed as she swallowed.

Hungry eyes watched him as he moved away and as he picked up the book, she knew. Blushing she nodded, though Vina was not sure how she would be able to form words as he played with her body. Corvina, however, wanted to please him more than anything. "I did" Crossing the distance to it, she picked the book up, fingers brushing along the yellowed pages. Turning she smiled and walked to him, the book pressed against her breasts. Heart racing she slipped into his lap, her back pressed to his chest, her legs slipping open for him, for she knew the game and was ready for the challenge. She began to read, her voice husky voice smooth at the start. Though, as Luc began to play with her, it was clear how it affected her as her voice trembled, the way she squirmed in his lap and the breathy tone her voice took on. The longer he went on the harder it could become and the closer to that edge he pushed her.. The longer he went on, the wetter she'd become, dripping with her own lust.

 

[Tassu]

Luc was fairly certain that there were quite a few women who preferred lap dogs to wolves, he kept his opinion to himself, unwilling to argue semantics with his prize. Some women were bores and he was perfectly fine with it. The world was full of women, but there was only one of him, which meant that he had to choose his companions wisely. With the adepts of the Night Blooming Flowers the choice was easy, the Valerian house rearing young men and women for his tastes, each flower different from others. Yet he had held the most precious of flowers in his hands, Corvina a first anguisette in two generations. There was no creation more rare and precious than her, the girl marked by the red smote in her eye. When Corvina told Luc she would read books with men like him in them, the tall man smiled warmly, shivering as she kissed her, the young man barely able to contain is desire for her, wanting to prolong the night instead of plowing her like she was a cheap street walker, Luc both aching and eager to relieve himself in her. Still, his pleasure would have to wait, the young noble itching to get his hands on Corvina in the privacy of his rooms where he could love her he willed, just as sacred Elua had decreed.

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His hungry eyes followed the waifish girl as she walked to the low cabinet, his gaze lingering on her hips, wondering how she would feel around his length and how sweet her cries would be when he claimed her, the thought ensuring that the young man remained rather hard in his pants, his arousal likely having done a number on his undergarments. Corvina could hear him gasp softly as she sat on his lip, his breath rustling the faint hair covering her neck. It did not take long for his hands to wrap around her, his fingers pressing against her flat belly, tracing small circles on her skin to see if he could make the girl giggle, offering an entirely new kind of distraction for a moment. It was more a playful gesture than anything erotic, Luc showing Corvina how he considered her a toy as much as he adored her for what she was. That he had no qualms using her as he pleased. He would soon grow bored with such innocent games, pressing his hands on her thighs, slowly dragging his hands towards her sex, his nails scraping her skin, pressing hard enough to draw pale while lines on her skin.

Reaching for her slick numb, Luc would start teasing the girl, stroking her clit between his fingers. At first he would take his sweet time, tugging hood perhaps once or twice during a verse, picking up his pace as she turned the pace, his free hand finding its way to her entrance once more. He would torment her, slowly bringing her to the edge, only to pull his hands away when Corvina began to tense. Still, he would offer her some pain as well, taking hold of her nether lips and pulling hard until his fingers slipped off, repeating this a few times on both sides until her folds ached, careful not touch her nub as he tormented her, smiling as she gasped and whimpered. “I love how you love this…” Luc murmured to her ear, his voice low and husky, the young man giving her earlobe a tender bite. “I love your voice…” Easing his finger between her folds, he teased her a little more aggressively, Corvina able to hear how damp she was, the little squishy sounds almost drawing her words. “I love how wet you are…” With her close, his voice was but a whisper, his breath warm on her skin. “You must be eager to become a woman…” Luc’s tone was teasing, his finger kneading her entrance. “You must wonder how it feels, don’t you?” He eased the tip of his finger into her. “Feel something more here?” Another finger joined the first, Corvina’s first patron gently stretching her even as she tried to focus on the rhymes.

Eager as she was to prove herself, Luc was not about to let Corvina off easily, eventually dropping all the pretense of teasing her, focusing his attention on her swollen nub, kneading his fingers against it, pressing his hand firmly against her, recalling how she had ground herself to his thigh. She had seemed to enjoy the weight on her mound and now he provided her with plenty, keeping his pace steady as he could, reaching to first kiss - and then later to bite the nape of her neck, causing pain to flare all the way to the base of her skull. This time he did not relent, allowing his fingers to dance on her mound... at least until she asked a particular question.

 

[Bunny]

It was almost surreal to know that where she went his eyes followed. It had been much like that just a little while ago before the auction had come to an end. Eyes everywhere following her, the feeling had been odd at the time, but now, alone with Luc? It made a shiver tail up her spine as the anticipation built. She knew without a doubt that he desired her and while she wasn't the one in charge by any means, it made her feel powerful and sexy to know she held him within her thrall. However, such a tool worked both ways and she was no less in thrall by the promise of the evening, of what he would do to her, how it would feel. Vina knew tonight would be unlike anything she had experienced before. As she slipped into his lap she heard the gasp and without thinking upon it, she squirmed a little. Under any other circumstances, one might think she merely was trying to become comfortable, but they both knew better as the young anguisette teased him.

Fingers ran along her stomach and now, the squirming was from something else as she giggled, the sound bright as she tried to stray away from the sensation that blossomed along her skin. It was a pleasant form of torture, at least for the moment. Biting her lower lip she Pressed her back against his cheek against his, offering that sweet nuzzle she seemed so fond of. It was the feeling of his beard coming in, the little hairs tickling against her skin. The book was still held to her breasts, as he teased her. When Luc grew bored with the playful touches his hands moved lower and her teeth pressed harder against her lower lip as his nails played along the satin of her thighs. Whimpering she lowered the book and began to read. It wasn't as bad as she thought it might be, but Corvina knew he was just toying with her. He'd already proven he knew exactly what was needed to make her a dripping mess, near the edge of begging for release. The pain came shortly after she had begun and the word she had been saying was drawn into a cry. Her body knew the pain for what it was, desiring more of what he had to offer. Between her legs she ached in more than one way. Whimpering softly, her breath coming in soft pants, she tried to hold up her end of this game, continuing to read to him. His words only helped arouse her, a thrill running through her. Vina knew he loved hurting her as much as she loved him hurting her.

When the pleasure started again, it was hard to not moan with each touch, the sound of her wetness only added to the distraction. She'd managed to mostly stay on task until he questioned her, the tip of his finger pressing into her. The moan that left her lips as the second one joined it as she read, nodding. She didn't wish to stop reading, trying to hold out as long as she could. Heart in her throat, she doubled down on her own efforts, though clearly she wasn't the only one to do so. When Luc tired of his game, and he began to tease her in truth, she lasted but a few moments under his touch.. the pressure had been building, but it was the bite that threw her so close to the edge that the words on the page became foreign and she moaned. Not just once, but over and over, each one louder than the last. Before, Luc had stopped, let the pleasure fade away, but this time, he seemed intent. She held out, for as long as she could fingers gripping the book tightly as she tried to make out the next word... any word on the page.

Panting she bit her lower lip once more, the pain not helping gain focus. It only made it worse. When she knew she could last no longer, that if she didn't ask, nay, beg for release, she would break her promise. "Please, Sir, please.. I'm so close.." Her words breathy and interspersed with lusty moans. There was no call for her to hold her sounds of pleasure as each stroke of his fingers and the throbbing along the back of her neck pushed her to the very precipice. "Mmmmmnnn please, may I?" Had she waited too long to ask? If he didn't stop, or didn't give his permission, Corvina would be quite naughty, unable to hold herself from cumming. "Please Sir" The last of her words drawn out.