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Kushiel's Dart Strikes True (DigitalSiren x Tassu)

Corvina could feel him throbbing against her rear, only two flimsy layers of cloth between then, the young girl likely well aware of just how aroused her patron was. Not that Luc had ever made his desire for her a secret, making sure that the young anguissette knew just badly he wanted her. “Mhmm….” he murmured to her ear as she squirmed in his lap, his long fingers eliciting whimpers from her as he teased her well past what a normal person could tolerate, Corvina proving a challenge to Luc, the young noble more than pleased with his prize. “I would really, really want to ravish you like a beast.” His words were accompanied by a low growl, his hunger unmistakable. “Sink myself in your pussy and make you a woman.” Flowery as his words had been, his arousal was starting to cloud his mind, crass words slipping from his lips, Luc turning his fingers in her, yet careful not to push too deep. Should her maidenhead be still intact, he wanted to claim it traditionally so that she could savor the pain of her fist joining just as he would savor her body and drink deep of her moans. “But…” She could hear her patron licking his lips by her ear, the soft smack surprisingly loud in the otherwise quiet room. “Good things come to those who wait, no?” Having spent large parts of his adult life indulging in the pleasures of flesh, Luc was patient, unwilling to use his precious prize hastily, wanting to enjoy her from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. Tonight, she was his and he would make sure that Corvina would never forget her first night, wanting to see just how far he could push her, responsive as she was. The more he hurt her, the more aroused she seemed to become, leaving Luc to ponder his options.

“Unh…” a soft gasp escaped his lips as Corvina admitted how close she was, her arousal feeding his own, Luc delighted with how wet she was, feeling a warm glow in his chest, smug that he could entice such a reaction from the small girl. Feeling his fingers slide against her perky little numb made him hard in his pants, her hungry moans music to his ears. “Humm?” Luc murmured, pretending he didn’t quite hear her, his fingers tugging her clit even as he toyed with her slick entrance, circling his fingertips in her. “What did you say?” Bemused with her ‘plight’, he teased the young anguissette mercilessly, his breath quickening a little. “Please what? What did you want sweetling?” Playing his part, Luc pretended he didn’t quite understand her, eager to push Corvina towards the point where there was no return if only so that he could ‘punish’ her and make her ‘atone’, the young man having quite a few ideas on how that could happen. Keeping his hands where they were, he only picked up his pace, pressing his hand firmly against her mound as he masturbated her, his teeth scraping her neck even as she squirmed on his lap, Voran’s verses forgotten for the moment. “Hmhmmh… I don’t quite think so.” he denied her, though doing little to ease her ‘plight’. “You haven’t even told me what you want.” Wanting to hear Corvina to speak the words, he kept tormenting her - biting her pale neck, suckling as he did so, bruises blossoming on her skin as he marked her. She would be carrying the memories of the night on her skin for days, able to watch herself in the mirror and recall exactly what had happened, the bruises and welts reminding her of her first patron. “I think you can hold a bit more…” he told her, feeling how tense she was, her moans telling him just how close she was, wondering how much of a mess she would make in his lap. If Corvina thought that desperate and polite begging would allow her any reprise, she would be mistaken, Luc whispering sweet words to her ear, telling her to fight it back. “Oh sweetling, a little bit more… Surely it’s not that bad… ” His voice was brimming with smugness, his intentions unmistakable. Luc would ignore her pleads, stroking her little nub until she could no longer hold back, pushing her over, his fingers never leaving her clit even if he slowed his pace after her climax, knowing that touching her sensitive nub soon would likely feel painful, curious to see how the anguissette would react to forced pleasure.
 
Vina didn't mind the words he used, even if she'd been able to string two thoughts together at the moment. She could not as he pushed her further than she knew she could go, desperately clinging to the straw she had. Corvina was new to this sort of game, it would provide an interesting revelation as in time he'd push her past what she could take, forcing her to break her word and therefore be punished. She knew it for what it was... Though, Vina wondered if Luc found that tenacity appealing. She knew in time, she would orgasm, unable to hold back forever. While Luc drove her closer and closer, her body begging her to just let go, he commented that good things come to those that wait. She knew in theory that he was right, but in the moment, she was less sure. Whimpering in response, she tried to focus on anything other than what he was doing to her body. Willing herself to hold out longer.

Though, longer didn't seem that much longer when she moaned out that she was close, begged him for her release. It had felt like an eternity and a moment at the same time. While he played the game, pretending to not quite understand her request, she could feel the way her excitement coated his fingers, feel it as it pooled between her thighs and soaked his pants at an ever increasing rate. "Please, let me come" Her voice was breathy the words hard to form, as the only word that formed over was a mantra of "Please.Please.Please.Please.Please.Please.Please.Please." Her body demanded the release it had been teased to and when he denied her, she almost cried with frustration when he continued to tease her. No matter how she seemed to beg him, the answer never changed, Luc insisting she could hold out longer. She tried, honestly Covina tired. Between his intent fingers, the pain that blossomed along her flesh in the most delicious of ways... The way he tormented her not just with his voice, but his actions...

Crying out she came, unable to stop herself. If his pants hadn't experienced just how aroused she was, they would now. Corvina came with a shout, her head falling back against his shoulder as her first orgasm at the hands of another crested through her body. Gasping she couldn't help her moans, lustful as they were, pouring from her mouth at her pleasure... and then as it began to fade, she found his hand had not moved and a new sensation began. Whimpering she tried to squirm some, not truly trying to escape Luc's hand, but the pleasure and pain collided in a rush, with the pain eating over the pleasure. Though to her, she found a different sort of pleasure in that pain. Her cheeks were bright pink and she whimpered out a truly pitiful "Sorry, I couldn't stop, I did try Sir.." There was shame in her voice, but she knew that this was all part of the game. Now, the "punishment" would come... something Vina was almost more eager for.
 
Corvina could perhaps hear him smirking as she begged, Luc enjoying her desperate pleas, aroused and hard, the young anguissette kneading her small rear against his erection as she wiggled in his arms. “That’s better, sweetling… but I think you can hold it a bit.” As kind as his voice was, the young man was fairly sure that she actually couldn’t hold much longer seeing how loud she was getting, Vina’s moans echoing in the small room, the household servants likely well aware of what was transpiring behind the door, the young men and women smiling, not entirely unaffected by the sounds. “Is it that bad, sweetling?” Luc asked as she begged desperately, his fingers still stroking her swollen nub as he played his wicked game with her. “Oh my…” Had she not been distracted by her orgasm, Corvina could have heard her patron purring by her ear, the young man rather pleased with her response and her desperate attempts to stave off the inevitable. He loved the feeling of control and how readily she surrendered herself to him. Her eagerness and apparent lack of shame made her an ideal companion, Luc delighted with her response and desire to please him, drinking deep of her gift of submission, drunk on the raven haired girl as he was. She felt small in his arms, her scent washing over him, her cry of pleasure leaving him aching for more. “You really needed that, didn’t you?” he asked, teasing Corvina as she calmed down a little. “A little horny kitten you are.” Sensitive as she had to be after her release, he did not relent, his fingers never leaving her clit. “I love how wet you are…” he told her, deep unsated hunger reverberating in his voice, making sure Vina knew he cared little for his pants or the mess she had made. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you…” The wicked words were part of the game, meant to leave Corvina feeling wanted and to feed her desire to please him. He would not stop until she was utterly his, willing to do almost anything to please his patron, Luc slowly and steadily pushing her deeper and deeper into a submissive state.

“You do know you shouldn’t have come yet?” Licking his lips, Luc reached to pick up the book she had been holding, caring little that his fingers were sticky with her fluids, prying the tome from her fingers, allowing it drop on the ground with a soft thud before wrapping his hands around her waist once more, his hand reaching between her legs once more. This time he would gently tap her nub, nibbling Corvina’s ear as he ‘chastised’ her. “You were quite naughty girl, weren’t you.” The next few taps were more firmer, his touch likely uncomfortable enough to elicit a yelp from a normal person. Luc would keep tormenting Corvina until he could feel her squirming with pain, aroused as he was by her suffering, her small gasps and whimpers encouraging him to push her further, to hurt her again and again even as she dripped on his pants. “Do you know what we do to naughty girls?” He asked her, a mischievous smile lingering on his lips, Luc pinching her hard enough to cause Corvina to wiggle before letting go, planting soft kisses on her bare shoulder as if to soothe her down. The young noble would take a moment to ‘clean his hands’, “Naughty girls get punished….” Tugging his arm under her legs, he turned her in his lap so that her feet were together, pushing himself up even as he cradled the amorous anguisette against his chest, holding her close as he walked slowly towards the large bed, pecking a kiss on her temple. “Wait here a little…” Lowering Corvina on the ground by a tall bed post reaching the ceiling above them, Luc walked to the drawer, the old, worn wood protesting as he pulled the topmost box open, picking up a leather riding crop, twirling it in his hands much like a duelist might have toyed with a rapier. “Would you bend over for me sweetling? You can hold to that…” He pointed at the bedpost, whacking the tip of the crop against his plan hard as if to tell the young girl what to expect. “I think that you might quite enjoy this…”
 
How cruel he could be. Vina knew this wasn't even the tip of the iceberg when it came to what was in store for the rest of the night. Like the appetizer before the meal. They both knew, as the sounds of her pleasure peeked, that there was no way she could last. Shaking her head, quickly just moments before she fell over that edge. Lost to that pleasure, her orgasm crashing against her nerves in a rush. Dimly she was aware of his lips near her ear, the sound lost underneath her cries. Slowly, oh so slowly her orgasm faded, leaving Vina panting in his arms. He seemed to give her a moment to recover before questioning her. Yes, the young anguissette blushed as he asked if she had needed it, but she nodded and rubbed her cheek to his. "Yes" Her voice still breathy and when Luc called her a horny kitten she chuckled, nuzzling him once more, even as he toyed with that overstimulated pearl. Biting her lower lip, she could feel the pain that blossomed and even spent, her body easily rose to the pleasure the pain provided. Luc's comment and desire both made her smile, shy, but obviously happy that he enjoyed her wetness and wanted her. There was a thrill knowing that he wanted her. Corvine was sensible enough to know it was what she was more than anything else that drove his desires. An anguissette was a rare and coveted prize. She knew that most would care more for what she was than who she was. The Dowayne had at least made sure of that, lest the silly girl go falling in love with her patrons.

When the words came, the ones that told her she'd been naughty, Corvina nodded, lashes lowering. "I know, I am sorry Sir" Her voice did indeed hold remorse. When he tugged the book from her hands, re-released it, though after clutching it for as long as she had, while Luc had teased her, the task was a bit more difficult than it should have been. Gasping as he tapped her nub, leaning into the sensation of his teeth against her ear. "Yes, I was". What occurred next made her moan, the sound ragged as pain spiked through her body from that most sensitive spot. It wasn't pure pleasure, that was something that most didn't seem to understand. The pain was still felt. It ate along her skin with anguish. The difference was where some would bear that pain because their patron wished it, she bore it because her patron wished it and because she found a deep pleasure from it. It ate away at the edges of her pain, like the kiss of butterflies. It didn't dull it, but added to it. Like fine chocolate with a kick of chili, neither took from the other, the accentuated one another. It wouldn't take Luc long to have Vina squirming once more.

Once more, she nodded and brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth. Her silken lips brushing against his skin. "Yes" There was no fear in that husky voice. No.. there was an eagerness, an anticipation that couldn't be denied. Her back arched as he pinched at her, raven head falling back as she whimpered, the sound clearly pained, though the way her hips writhed in his lap saying even more. His lips brushed along her shoulder and panting, her head righted itself once more. When he confirmed what she already knew, she whimpered again. "For being naughty" She echoed his words. Pulled into him and then lifted into his arms, Vina took the moment to nibble along his jaw, towards his ear. In her mind, there was nothing to lose if she'd already been so naughty. The tip to her tongue brushed along the edge of his ear. The kiss to her temple was gentle and drew a smile from the young anguissette.

Lowered to her feet, she nodded. "Yes Sir". Vina knew better than to wander off, not that there was time for that. She watched as he pulled out the leather riding crop. A visible tremor ran through the tiny female. She could feel her mouth go dry as she watched him and the crop hungrily. There was no pretense here about what she was or what was coming. Nodding, mutely she turned to the post, both hands wrapping around the post, holding onto it as she bent over. In this position, her pert little rear was on display. The smooth line of her back stretching towards the post. Her breasts falling forward slightly. She had no doubt that what was to come she would enjoy. She'd never felt the kiss of a crop, but it was one of the many things she'd been looking forward to. Her pale skin was alight with goosebumps as she waited for the first touch of it. Would it be hard? Soft? Would he toy with her here too? Would he focus just on the softness of her rear, or would he experiment? So many questions played through her mind as she waited. It seemed like time had slowed, prolonging her anticipation.
 
She could feel his chest moving as she nuzzled against him, Luc chuckling softly, pleased as he was with his ‘purchase’. The young girl seemed so eager and reactive - truly a treasure of her own kind, a diamond among gems. She was like an empty canvas, untouch and untrier and he would have the right of painting the first strokes on the masterpiece that she would undoubtedly become. Chosen by fate - Corvina was destined for greatness, one way or another. “Mhmh. It’s alright to be a little naughty.” he told her, tapping her nub as she squirmed in his lap. “Though next time I’ll want you to try harder…” The implication was that the next time she would have an even harder time fighting back, Luc was quite sure she would at least try to raise to the challenge. “..for me.” His breath was warm on the soft skin of her ear, Luc planting a series of soft kisses just below her earlobe. “You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?” Smugness born of arrogance rang in his voice, the noble expecting the adept to serve him to the best of her capabilities. “If you are really, really good.” She could hear him swallow, Luc allowing Corvina to wonder what he could offer. “I am going to let you serve me with your mouth.”

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Luc took his time walking to Corvina, knowing that the wait would make her ‘punishment’ worse, the girl likely imagining far worse things than he would or could actually do to her. She could hear his steps, the old wooden floor creaking under his boots as he approached her, the tip of the crop whooshing through the air as he spun it. The first touch was gentle, the young anguisette able to feel her patron press the tip of the crop to the small of her back, running it along her spine until it coming to a stop to her neck, only to drag it back, slowly making his way to her hips and past her buttocks, brushing the crop against her inner thigh, tapping ever so gently as if to tell Corvina to open her legs a little bit more, the flat piece of leather gently striking her thighs until Luc was satisfied, the raven haired girl standing there bent over, her feet perhaps half a meter apart, leaving him plenty of room to tease her as well as exposing her sex to the cool evening air, the tall nobleman smirking as he saw how aroused she was. “Corvina, Corvina…” he called out, his voice almost purring. “My little naughty kitten.” The first real blow landed without a warning, a quick snap of Luc’s wrist causing pain to blossom on her pale rear, another blow landing almost immediately after, the young man making sure to strike the same spot. Then there was a pause and the next thing she felt was him dragging his fingertips over the spot he had just struck, his touch featherlight, Luc wanting to feel how tense the girl was to better adjust the force of his blows. Far from done with her, the young man stepped back, lashing out three times in quick succession, the tip of his crop snapping painfully against her rear. “This is the kiss of Kushiel.” Luc struck her one more time, letting his hand drop even as he stepped closer, easing his hand between her legs, his fingers finding her nub once more. “They say you were born to suffer. I am going to see if the legends are true.” Even when she promised her pain, he stroked her pearl teasingly, waiting for her breath to quicken a little before letting go.

As soon as Luc pulled his hand back, he snapped the crop against her small rear, one blow following another, her whimpers only fueling his desire to see and hear her anguish. His chosen instrument danced on Corvina’s buttocks and thighs, red blossoming where the leather kissed her skin. Well accustomed to such games, Luc would hold back for a good while, using merely his wrist to strike Corvina, slowly building up the pain. When he thought she needed a short break, the young man would step closer, rubbing the welts on her skin, his hand likely cool against her warm skin. Tracing the red marks he had left on her, Luc let his fingers roam over her body. “So beautiful…” he murmured, mesmerized by his prize. “What do you think of the crop, kitten?” Luc asked as he leaned over her, slipping his hand to her bosom, his fingers seeking out one of her nipples, kneading it softly - only to squeeze hard as she replied, laughing softly as she struggled. Her pain was his wine and he was about to drink deep of her. “Did you like it?” Another question, another pinch - though this time his fingers would remain on her bosom, caressing her aching nubs, his touch soft once more. Allowing Corvina some time to recover, he moved to brush her hair, running his fingers through her long curls, pulling a handful closer, inhaling deep. All this was part of the game, Luc consciously making her unsure of what would happen next, allowing her to ‘enjoy’ the anticipation. “Oh… a little bit more, I think.” The young noble would step away from Corvina, remaining motionless for a moment if only to tease her - before snapping the crop against her mound, the leather tapping against her wet folds, the soft, wet slap echoing in the quiet room. Sadistic as Luc was, he would tap the crop against her sex again and again, each time flicking his wrist a little harder, reaching to lay his free hand on the small of her back so that he could feel her body as he hurt her, allowing Corvina to tense only so much before allowing her some respite. He would not quite push the young anguissette to her limit - at least not yet, allowing her enough time to compose herself before replacing the crop with his fingers, seeking out her pearl once more, slowly tracing the ridge of her sheath, his skin coarse against hers as he brought her close to the point of no return once more, yet denying Corvina her release. “Would you show me how you touch yourself?” Luc asked, audibly licking his fingers clean, Corvina able to hear him smirk, even if she couldn’t quite see his smile. “Just remember to be a good girl this time…” Reaching to fondle his aching hardness through his aching hardness through his damp pants, he waited for her to obey, ready to let the crop kiss her thighs as soon as Corvina would touch herself.
 
As she bent over, her mind trailed back to just moments before and the elation she'd felt. There would be others who would touch her, taste and leave their marks along her skin. However, one never really forget their first, did they? To this day she could remember the man who had backhanded her, clear as day. The artfully tousled blonde hair that had fallen around his angular face. He hadn't been a handsome man, his eyes too close, his mouth a little too large and his jaw too wide for his other features. It mattered not to Corvina. It had been her first kiss of pain, the first sign of what she was. Corvina doubted she'd ever forget that nameless man. Just like this night with Luc would be seared into her mind forever more. The way he played with her, teased her, hurt her and so much more. All others would be compared to this night, whether they liked it or not. For the night as she was his, he was hers. The sadist to her masochist. Patron to her servant. Beyond that, to know he was at least so far pleased enough wish to contract her again? It sent butterflies aflutter in her breast once more.

She watched his movements while she could, her eyes eagerly tracking him. When he vanished from view it was agonizing. That wait was almost as cruel, thought it only built her anticipation. What would the touch of that leather covered stick feel like? She could hear rather than see when he approached, the floorboards creaking beneath his boots. Vina shivered and waited. fingers flexing on the wooden post before her. She felt the touch of that softened leather loop along her spine and she shivered again, eyes closing. Soon. When it slid between her thighs, Vina inhaled and let out a shaky breath. She was quick to understand his desires, her legs spreading further until that tapping stopped. Shifting she adjusted her grip on the bedpost once more. She could feel the space between her thighs almost acutely. Before her orgasm she had been wet... Now it was no different. Though for the moment she didn't drip on his floor, something told her it was only a matter of time. Blush settled into her cheeks as she recalled his pants. He'd not been unhappy with that and his purring comments about how wet she was had seemed more pleased than anything else. His voice only made her blush more as he called her his naughty kitten, so distracted by that sound the first blow caught her completely unaware and her mouth opened, they cry surprised, sharp for a moment before she closed her eyes, whimpering softly.

The blow that followed immediately after drew forth a moan, the edges still tinged with pain. She could feel that spot that the crop had landed. It stung, little sharp prickles of pain along that singular line of flesh. His hand caused her to jump a little, as his fingers explored the mark. Biting her lower lip she whimpered against the touch. Soothing and painful all at once, Vina found she liked that touch. Her body had not been too rigid, the first blow had made her tense more, but the second had been less of a shock. Corvina inhaled, hungrily anticipating the next kiss of leather and rod. The next three earned him a cry, the tip snapping against her soft skin, leaving redness in its wake.. Though the effects of his ministrations were quickly apparent in the glistening between her thighs. There was no way to fake that reaction. The others, perhaps, if trained well enough... but that reaction was pure. His hand left her flesh if but for a moment as it slipped between her legs. Gasping her hands tightened as that sensitive nub, still recovering flared back to life, pain and pleasure becoming one. "Ahhhhh" Her throaty sound of pleasure left her lips before she could even contemplate stopping it; not that she would of, that sound, like every other were his. There was a promise and perhaps a touch of a threat as he teased her. She lasted a moment or two at most until her breathing picked up, little husky pants coming from his playmate.

Her cries were like music to him, she knew this. Corvina knew what Luc was, what it was that he desired. Why she of all adapts could serve him like no other. He enjoyed hurting her as much as she enjoyed him hurting her. The whimpers and cries only adding fuel to the fire of his desire and need. The pain shifted, danced as he expertly played his music across her willing flesh. She could feel layer upon layer of strike building. It was when a blow crossed a recent one that he got the most delicious of sounds from his toy. A sharp cry of pain that left her voice feeling raw for the moment. His hand came next, rubbing the brightened strips of her flesh, drawing forth a whimper. His question would demand an answer, she knew this. It took her a moment, swallowing and then nodding. Her husky voice all the more so now. "Th..the crooo " She could feel the heat of his body as he leaned over her his hands finding her breasts, fingers seeking nipples as she tried to answer him. The pain was sharp and her voice broke as she cried out. " Oopp mmmmnnn" Panting she struggled to answer his question. Another part of his game. "Yes, I like it very much" She moaned softly, eyes closing as he gently touched her. It was just as pleasant as the pain, in it's own way.

Corvina could feel his hand in her hair, feel him inhale her scent as he promised just a bit more... She waited, fingers flexing. Whimpering as he drew it out, the sound seemed like what he was waiting for. The crop landed between her thighs and the small woman's body arched with the impact, her cry louder than any other as her head fell between her arms. That motion alone caused the arousal that had been building and building to break the surface tension so to speak. Her arousal was now dripping between her thighs. She could hear that wet slap and Vina blushed. The action was repeated slowly getting louder, harder with each tap of the crop. His poor little anguissette now quite clearly dripping when he finally allowed her respite. It was then that his sinfully delightful finger found her nub once more, toying with her until she was squirming and moaning from his touch. So close, oh so close she came to that edge. Biting her lower lip hard, she tried to hold back, knowing this was just once more a game... She could feel the way her body tensed from the tips of her fingers to the tips of her toes. This time however, he stopped before she needed to beg. She felt like weeping as she heard him lick his fingers clean, so needy and so desperate for the release he denied her.

His request drew a blushing sound from her, almost a squeak as he asked her to show him how she had practiced on herself. One hand remained on the bedpost, for in truth, Corvina was unsure if she could stand without it. One small hand slipped between her thighs and her could see the way her fingers slipped inside of herself, met with no resistance. The first touch of her fingers was met with the kiss of the crop and she moaned, the sound throaty. Panting, she showed him exactly how she pleasured herself, playing almost a game with him. The more he kissed her skin with leather and rod, the faster she played.. the slower, the slower her fingers moved. Either way though, she was on the losing end. Trembling as she moaned like the horny little kitten she was with each breath, cries of pain intermingled. "Please. Please may I cum"
 
Her whimpers and cries were what he craves, a soft blush on Luc’s cheeks betraying how excited he was, his breath raspy as his crop but into Corvina’s skin time and time again, red marks soon marring her flawless pale skin. To him her bruises and welt were art, something to be admired rather than blemishes. The marks were a sign of someone trusting enough to allow him to have his pleasure on their behalf - even if in this case his ‘victim’ did not truly suffer, the anguisette born to bear the fury of men like him. When she couldn’t quite respond to him, Luc rested his crop on her back, reaching to stroke her sores, running his fingertips over the welts on her skin, murmuring soothingly as he did so, allowing Corvina to gather her composure, not quite wanting her to slip into depths of her submission. Well aware that some of kind - those men and women who craved to yield to others - sometimes got lost in their servitude, their minds not quite there anymore even if they kept following orders. Such devotion was not without its risks as the words would escape the adept in the haze of pleasure. “Try to stay with me a bit longer…” he told her, reaching to pinch the skin of her neck as if to call her back into the moment. “... at least until I claim you.” As if to suggest what would eventually follow, Luc reached to touch her wetness once more, pinching her slick folds between his fingers, tugging until his fingers slipped free. He wanted her sex swollen and aching so that she would whimper in pain when he finally thrust into her. “Be a good kitten for me…” He demanded, his voice mellow.

Her slight discomfort was part of the game - and his pleasure. Luc had paid for Corvina’s company and she was expected to yield to him just as Naamaah had done centuries before. “Good kitten.” he praised her as she reached between her legs, smiling as she obeyed him - not that he had expected anything less from an adept of her house. Luc’s eyes were keen on her damp sex as she fingered herself, his own hand gently stroking his hardness as he savored the sight, enjoying the sounds she made, the young girl likely not only feel but also hear how wet she was, the room otherwise quiet. Even as Corvina masturbated for him, his crop struck down on the pale skin of her thighs, each blow a little harder than the previous one, Luc now using his arm to swing the crop. He played her game, striking more slowly at first, only to pick up pace later, stopping for a moment when she moaned out loud. Giving her a moment of respite, he moved to run his fingers along her back, feeling her body and checking that she wasn’t too tense - that it would be safe for him to continue. Satisfied, Luc swung the crop again, this time aiming his blows on her outer thighs, slowly building the intensity of his ‘punishment’ even as he kept his pace steady, his kiss of his crop hurting a little more than the previous one. “You like fingers in you, don’t you?” he asked, an eyebrow rising a little, Luc having expected her to focus on her nub like most girls he knew. “Or are you just trying to please me?” The crop landed painfully against her inner thigh as if he was trying to get her attention. “Is this what you do when no-one else is watching?” He struck again, the tip of the crop leaving deep red marks on her skin. “Or are you afraid you’d be naughty if you touched your nub?” Luc’s tone was teasing, the young man quite aware of how close she was as he watched her tense. When she cried out for permission cum, Luc pulled his hand back. “No! Hands back on the pole.” It was not a request, the young man wanting to leave her desperate for more. “And mind your manners, kitten. It is a ‘sir’ for you.” He called out, his tone softer even as he flicked the tip of his crop against her wetness, the first few strikes more ‘love taps’ than anything else, Luc striking her a few more times. “Didn’t you just cum? Wasn’t that enough for you?” Teasing his plaything, he allowed the crop kiss her sex a few more times, the thin piece of leather connecting with her swollen nub.

Figuring that Corvina had had enough pain for the time being (even if she might have disagreed), Luc allowed the crop to drop on the floor, reaching to grab her aching buttocks, sinking his fingers into her flesh as he spread her open, pulling quite hard, his nails leaving marks on her skin. “Do you always get this wet, kitten?” There was no mistaking to his tone, the young man almost purring as he spoke, clearly enjoying what he saw. “Even on your own?” As if to make his point, he ran his fingers between her folds for a moment before touching her thighs, dragging his hand downwards. In the chilly room, the spots he touched would feel cool on her skin. “Nectar of the gods…” Luc murmured, audibly licing his fingers clean, slow and meticulous, never trying to hide how much he enjoyed her. Aroused as he was, the young man took his time with Corina, knowing how she would enjoy in her own way the uncertainty in her own way, the aroused anguissette forced to wait what would happen next, never sure whether he would caress or hurt her. “Let’s see…” Reaching between her legs, he grasped her aching nub between his fingers, slowly masturbating her, his free hand laying on the small of her back to make sure he could feel how her body reacted to his touch. “How does this feel?” His touch was tender, Corvina’s patron teasing her, not quite giving her what he craved. “Do you feel empty inside?” His fingers would press against her entrance for a moment, Luc pressing the tip of his middle finger into her, only to pull his hand back, seeking it out her pearl once more. “Think how it will feel. To have me thrust into you. Feel my hands on your hips…. Holding tight as I claim you…” Even as he narrated his plans, he stroked her faster and faster, yet letting his hand drop should she beg for permission, unwilling to let her find her release quiet yet, laughing softly as he denied her, her frustration bringing a smile to his lips. “How about you get on your knees and worship me.” Stepping back, Luc waited, making no move to undo his breeches, expecting Corvina to serve him as she best could.
 
That space that Luc was careful to keep her from for the moment was unknown to Corvina. She'd never experienced that floaty almost giddy mindset; though that was not a surprise, with Luc being her first. The sharp pinch of fingers along the back of her neck made her gasp, eyes closing. Corvina whimpered and nodded, though not fully understanding how close she might have been to that space. She tried her best to focus on Luc. The moan as he pinched and pulled at her until his fingers lost their grip was pained. From her position though not for long, her shoulders and back had begun to ache, the sweet burn felt in her limbs. It on it's own sang to her blood, to what she was. Pain came in all forms and Vina craved it as it came. She didn't pick and choose, rather embracing all that lay before her.

As she played with herself, her focus split between the feeling of the crop and her own fingers, the two ends of the spectrum meeting in blissful euphoria. Each time she came too close to the edge, he'd stop.. give her a moment which didn't still her fingers but made her back off some, her breath coming in little pants. Slowly the game continued, the pain being built layer upon layer, her fingers slick with her own juices. When Luc questioned her, the painful blow made her yelp and Corvina shook her head no quickly. "No Sir" She whimpered and tried to focus on her words while she and Luc both tried to distract her at the same time. "I do play like this, most of the time." She cried out as the blows came harder and her voice became airy. "If I wanted a quick release alone, I'd play with my pearl" She tried to explain herself, for her words were true. Though her own fingers and his artful blows had pushed her so close she was left no other option but to beg. His answer was sharp and her hand immediately dropped away from her slick folds and she whimpered. This sound a sweet keening noise at being denied. Her slick fingers wrapped around the pole and she nodded. "Yes Sir, please forgive me?" She'd not meant to forget, lost in the moment, she had.

Her hands tightened against the bedpost as he toyed with her, the pain of the wet little slaps making her gasp and squirm. Blushing she shook her head, crying out as the crop came into contact with her abused nub. The cry that left her was unlike her normal ones and her head fell to rest on her arm as she breathed in and out. She spoke during her small "break", voice still airy. "I am a greedy kitten, Sir'' It was the only answer she had that wouldn't have blamed him. Oh, she could have claimed it was all his fault, but that wasn't the game and it wasn't even what she wanted to say. She liked the idea of at least for the night being his greedy kitten. When she heard the crop hit the floor, her head lifted from her forearm. Vina felt his hand along her skin. So warm, despite her rear glowing in stripes along her rear. A whine of a moan left her and she trembled beneath his touch. "Not quite this wet, Sir, but I am always wet, yes" Truthful. She knew she became slick quickly and sometimes without much playing, but never once had she dripped like this before.

She could feel him trail his now wet fingers down along her thighs and she made a soft sound in her throat, almost a purr. Whimpering as he cleaned his fingers, she turned to look, best she could. Watching him as he tasted her yet again. Her lips parted as he spoke, his fingers one more upon that pearl. Moaning she panted, as once more her body eagerly reacted to his touch. His question made her blush, but she nodded, eyes still trying to stay upon her patron. Though when he teased her, his words alone would have been enough to draw that desperate, needy moan from her. "Please Sir" She wasn't requesting it this very moment, they both knew this, but she did wish to feel him inside her. Her breathing, her moans only picking up pace as he played with her. Her entire body slowly tightening and when she came to close, she begged again. "Please, Sir, please please, may I?" Her answer was the withdrawal of his fingers and his laugh. Trembling she whimpered, her body so desperate for that orgasm that never seemed to come.

His request was met with a nod, and his poor little toy took a moment to compose herself in a way. Slowly she straightened, As if testing her limbs out, to see if she could stand without support. When she found she could, she turned to face him, lowering herself on her knees. She could feel each mark he'd left as she moved, her skin shifting, stretching and she whimpered. Kneeling before him she leaned up, her forehead resting against his stomach for a moment as she willed her arms to move. His breeches were pulled open, those lovely eyes focusing on her task. As she exposed his hardened length, the innocence in her couldn't but marvel at how large he seemed, or how hard he appeared, yet as her fingers encircled him, how velvety his skin felt. Tilting her head she turned her eyes upwards as her tongue trailed from his balls, up the long line of his shaft. Her eyes remained on him as she slipped that glistening tip of his cock into her mouth. She could taste him, his skin, his precum... Moaning softly she closed her eyes as she began to put her book knowledge to the test. Stroking him as her mouth slid further down and after a moment or two, the young anguissette found her rhythm. It was clear she was not some pro, her skills lacking on the whole, but she was clearly putting her everything into it. Her other hand cupping his balls gently, rolling them in her hand.
 
“Mhmh..” he soothed her as she moaned in her desire, his fingers stroking her nub. “Don’t worry kitten, I’ll be having you all the possible ways before the night is over.” When he let go of her pearl his fingertips brushed against her entrance, Luc reaching to touch her pucker next, circling it with his fingers, his touch tender as it was suggestive. He had paid her virgin price and would make sure to get his money’s worth. However, before Luc would even try to claim her rear entrance, he would want her relaxed as possibly, preferably after an orgasm or three. “Think of it…” Whispering, the young noble painted a future of possibilities, leaving Corvina guessing in just how many ways he would enjoy her body. “Think how full you’ll feel…” Leaning closer, he pecked a kiss on the small of her back, blowing cold air on her skin. "Think how I’ll make you cry out… again… and again.” He had made her climax once and was hellbent on seeing how many times he could push her over the limit, wondering if he could coax her to speak her signale not because she could not take the pain, but because she could take no more. “You are so wet that I could easily push into you… make you moan and whimper.” Somehow his hand found its way back to her nub, touching her softly, making sure that Corvina would not have a particularly hard time being a good girl, his touches too erratic to push her over. “Use you… relieve my ache and pour myself into you.”

“Oh yes. I would be most delighted if you would.” the young man purred Corvina knelt, trying to steady his breath as she opened his breeches. The young anguissette would find her patron aching hard, precum having stained his underpants, just as her fluids had stained his breeches, not that he seemed to care. Clothing mattered a little when your father employed a small army of servants, Luc traveling with a fair amount of spare clothing. “Ah…” She could feel his member twitching in her hands as she touched him, a small gasp escaping from his lips as shiver ran along his spine. His skin was soft and smooth, his length rock hard between her fingers, precum glistening along the shaft, Corvina able to taste salt as she caressed him with her tongue. “Mhmhm…” As she tasted him, he reached to ruffle her hair, his fingers brushing against her scalp. Luc did not hold her tight - yet, his touch more tender than demanding as she began to suck his cock. “Patience, kitten.” A soft, quiet laughter filled the small room for a moment. “Your hunger is credit.. Ah… to your art, but you can take it more slowly. Tease me.” His fingers pressing into her scalp, the young noble set the pace for Corvina, moving her head slowly back and forth, the tip of his cock slipping in and out of her mouth, gasping as she touched his sack, the young anguissette able to feel how taunt and heavy he felt against her fingers, his skin warm and smooth.

“Ahh.. much better, kitten.” Luc praised her, curling his fingers around her dark curls, moaning softly as the sensitive spot just under his tip brushed against her tongue, the young man using moans to guide her, making sure he would gasp or groan in a delicious manner every time she hit a particularly sensitive spot, teach her how to please him as she sucked his length. “Mhmhm… just like that. Slow and steady.” Just as he had teased her, Luc was showing Corvina how to tease him, the young girl feeling his hardness twitching against her lips, the salty precum seeping freely in her mouth. “We are in no hurry to go anywhere.” Yet, he would allow her to pick up the pace, murmuring happily as she worshiped him with her mouth. “Ah… very good.” Luc praised Corvina, both to let her know she was improving and to encourage her to try more. “Now… try to see how much.. ah… how much you can take.” To make his intentions clear, he pulled her closer, letting go of her curls as soon as he got the hang of it, making sure that she could pull back to gasp for air if she had to. He didn’t want to leave her gagging, at least not quite yet. “And now… ah…” The young man shivered, losing the track of his thoughts for a moment. “I want you to touch your pearl….ah… while you serve me. Just remember.. Ah… to be careful.” The game was still on. “Even if you have something in your mouth. Oh….” Luc moaned, having harder and harder time focusing on what he was doing, feeling a familiar pressure building in his loins, his sack heavy and aching. “Ah… and then.. Ah.. I want you to rub a little faster… hmhmm.. Ahh very good!” A throaty purr escaped his lips. “I want to hear you touch yourself… but be a good kitten, sweetling. Savour it. Bring yourself close again… ah.. Aah.. and then then, let go of your nub.. Ah…” The young man was having a hard time keeping his composure, holding back a little so that he wouldn’t spill his seed in her mouth.
 
Fingers swept between her thighs from pearl to rear and Vina couldn't help but shiver. Some of the older adepts had told her of those who would take every penny they spent on a virgin price and make it well worth their coin. It had intrigued her and after pestering others for a while she'd tried touching herself. It wouldn't be the same she knew, but her little experimenting had been pleasurable. Another shiver ran along her spine from the kiss and the air cooling along her glistening body. Dark lashed closed tightly together at the promise of what was to come. What he would give and take from her. His hands seemed to skitter along her skin, almost as if unwilling to settle in just one place. Had she been asked, Corvina wouldn't have been able to request they rest just one place. It didn't take much to make his toy whimper, as he had already found out. Her voice was a husky whisper. "I am at your disposal, Sir" It was more than he'd paid for her, the man Luc was would have drawn her in no matter what. The pair were equally matched, the other half of the coin.

Under his guidance, Vina found a rhythm suited to her patron. When he'd gently corrected her, she'd blushed but slowed down, slowly moving her head. The richness of his voice as he moaned helped to further guide her, finding what brought pleasure to him. She could feel him, feel exactly how his body reacted to the warmth of her mouth. The salty taste of him was something one adept had remarked upon. She'd not understood what they had meant, but now she did. Where the adapt had found the taste unappealing, Corvina didn't mind it in the slightest. It was complex, like the man before her; salty, a touch bitter and almost sweet. His words of praise only delighted the young anguissette, encouraging her. No doubt he understood how nervous she'd been, but Luc was kind with her as he allowed her to learn first hand with him. Softness in his sadism that on its own was appealing. Her head slowly moved further down his length when he requested she do so, feeling the way even now he filled her. One hand slipped between her thighs and she played with herself, for a moment at most, his plaything was silent and then the first moan left her, vibrating along his skin. Her moans grew as her fingers pushed into herself, a soft wet sound slipping from below him, her thumb still playing with that sensitive nub.

As she did, she pushed herself slowly forward, his cock slipping further into her mouth and when he first brushed the back of her throat, the first touch of her reflex trembling around and she pulled back some. She knew what was happening and her eyes rolled up at him while her fingers played between her thighs. Her near constant moans vibrating down the length of him. A clear question in her eyes, did he want her to push further. Her voice muffled could be heard as she hummed. Still watching Luc, she started again, slowly pushing him deeper into her mouth. Her fingers not stopping. She was nearing the paint she'd have to stop as he'd asked... still too easily worked up. As she neared her peek her glistening fingers fell away and she whimpered softly around his length. This game of getting close was maddening and Vina was sure that was the point. She'd been needy before, her desire in no way masked and now however, she was slowly becoming more desperate.
 
“Mhmh..” She could feel him tensing and relaxing, Luc willing down his approaching climax, not quite wanting to surprise the young anguissette by spilling himself in her throat, even if he figured that she might have been more happy than dismayed, Corvina and her kin trained to seek pleasure of their patrons. As little experience as the girl might have had, he expected her having seen quite a few demonstrations and so knowing what to expect. Holding her firmly, Luc guided Corvina so that she could not quite move fast enough to push him over, the nobleman using her mouth to slowly edge himself. While the young man was careful to not push his plaything too far, he had no qualms using her for his pleasure even if it meant some discomfort for her. “Ahh… just suck it slowly…” Luc murmured his instructions to the seemingly eager raven haired girl, watching happily as she fingered herself. “Ah.. just like that.” His voice was warm and encouraging, Luc letting Corvina know he was enjoying her efforts. “Ah… little bit more…” Holding the small girl a little bit more tightly, he thrust deeper into her mouth, gasping softly as her tongue pressed against his sensitive underside “Ah… mhmhm…” Corvina, for her part, could feel his hardness twitch against her lips, more of his salty precum seeping into her mouth. “Ah...ah…” He was having increasingly hard time keeping quiet, her efforts sending shivers of pleasure down his length, feeling a familiar congested feeling in his loins. “Mhmh… just like.. Ah… that.” Every small gasp was a testament to Corvina’s determination to please her patron, her eagerness making up for what she might have lacked in skill. “Hmhm… tricky, isn’t it?” her patron asked, teasing her as she moaned with his manhood in her mouth, happy to see her struggle with the task, sadist as he was.

“Good kitten.” he praised her, gently ruffling her dark curls even as thrust ever deeper, hoping that her arousal would let her fight any and all discomfort of such an intrusion. “Ah.. there you go. Your mouth feels. Ah… wonderful.” Having managed to steady himself Luc picked up his pace a little, thrusting his length between Corvina’s lips time and time again even as she shamelessly masturbated herself, his eyes locked with hers as she looked up to him. “Take me as deep as you can…” To make matters ‘worse’, he let go of her hair so that she would have to force herself down on him, Luc resting his hands by his side as he watched her. “And touch yourself a little fast… but… ah.. Remember, I want you to be a good kitten. Faster now...” It was a challenge, the sadist in him calling out to the masochist in her, the young man curious to see how far she could push herself. “I love...ah… watching how you play with yourself. The sounds your fingers make. It makes me really, really hard.” Knowing that his arousal would feed his, Luc had no qualms letting Corvina know just how much he enjoyed her. “But if you. Ah..hmhmm…” Losing his track for a moment, Luc groaned out loud, his soft voice filling the room. “...if you get too close, I want you to take a break and focus on me.” He wanted the young girl well and truly edged so that he could force her over when and how he wished, still having a back-up plan should she end up being ‘naughty’ again. “...and then keep touching yourself as soon as you think you can...” He would allow her an escape of sorts with the permission to stop touching herself if she had to, though her respite would be only momentarily. Having been hard for most part of the night, Luc’s patience was running thin, the nobleman having to stifle the urge to simply drag Corvina to bed and mount her like she was a seasoned courtesan. Yet, he managed to control himself, keeping their little game going even if he was struggling. “If you… ah… are a good little kitten… ah..” Luc had grunted, shivering again, the young girl likely feeling how tense he was. “...I’ll take you to the bed.” The promise hung in the air like sweet honey.
 
There would come a time that she'd be both eager and skilled and Corvina couldn't help but hope she'd learn more about her patron in particular. She knew that each patron would have their own likes, their needs and desires and that in time, should they contract her frequently enough, she'd learn their habits. It was in part the service that those who served Naamah learned, in a way just as important to the other aspects of their art. Covina was careful to listen as best she could to Luc, his instructions and even just the way his breathing changed. When he told her to suck slowly, she did so, the pull of her mouth sensual as she gazed up his body at him. She found pleasure in her service, a pride in her skills as even now they grew. Still like a raw diamond her edges were a bit rough, but in time she'd be a flawless piece, one that Luc would have had a strong hand in designing.

In particular, she had loved the feel of his shaft as he thrust into her mouth, past her lips, the tip of him breaching that reflex. Vina had also loved the way she'd drawn the moan from Luc when her tongue ran along that sensitive bit of skin on the underside of his cock. When he teased her, she gave him a playful look, eyes narrowing before it faded, it was clearly much like his own teasing... though she was the submissive. It could have been seen as a bratty act, but Corvina didn't think hiding who she was from any of her patrons was the way to go. It was perhaps naïve to want them to like her for her, not for what she was. Some, would only care about the abuse she could take and less about who she was... She didn't get that sense from Luc though.

His hands ruffled her hair as he thrust into her mouth further and she could feel the reflex start, her throat gagging around him for a moment. Her eyes went wide, but a credit to her house, she didn't panic. When he pulled back she breathed in around him. When he let go of her hair, but still demanded she take him as deep, the task was harder, but she did her best, feeling her reflex quiver. Lingering for a moment she'd pull back only to repeat the action. She couldn't help but be aroused by the demands, the act itself and her fingers... She was dripping between her thighs, a pool of her eagerness forming beneath her. The closer she came, the harder it was, but then her patron gave her a small mercy and allowed her to stop for a moment. She wouldn't stop until she was right on that edge. He'd requested as such and in a small way, it was a test of her own control for both of them.

A few minutes later when she was moaning almost nonstop, her fingers fell away and she put all of her focus back on him, though true to her patron's desires, she only paused long enough to calm down slightly before starting again. The game was a cruel one, but now there was a treat laid out at the end. He'd take her to the bed. Vina knew that the play was unlikely to stop even once they reached that sweet promise, but she'd be shown something new and she couldn't help but be eager to see what Luc would do with her next.

It was the little things she enjoyed.. The taste of him, the feel of him between her lips, the way his body throbbed against her lips, inside her mouth. The moans, groans and intakes of breath that told her she was pleasing him. The way he looked at her like a convicted man and she was his final meal. The way even now he bided his time, to savor his prize. Corvina had never met anyone like him, and the innocence of the girl wondered if anyone could live up to this night.
 
When Corvina took him deeper in her mouth, he growled softly, his moan echoing in the small room. He enjoyed her efforts and made no efforts to hide the fact, both because Luc knew no shame and because he assumed that any and all appreciative sounds he made would encourage the young woman to try harder. “That’s right… ah… yield and serve me. Surrender…” He had paid for her body - and now he was working to have her soul in kind, wanting to leave her an eager subservient plaything for himself. This was the unspoken goal of the little game, Luc wanting to make it so that she could not climax unless he was satisfied with her efforts, hopefully leaving Corvina even more eager and willing to please her first patron, Similarly the game allowed him an excuse to chastise her in ways that further stoked her arousal, her thighs and rear still likely reddish after the ‘punishment’ she had received. Far being done with Corvina, her skin would bear far more blemishes when the sun next rose.

“Good horny little kitten.” Luc purred, smirking as he saw her struggling with her desire, her plight leaving him warm and giddy. “You’ll make an excellent servant of Naamah one day.” he praised her, slowing down a bit but still leaving his length between Corvina’s lips, if only to make sure that she could not answer, forced to listen as he slowly fucked her mouth. She would need more experience, he wagered, but that would come in time. After a year or two she would be more confident in what she did, knowing her limits and the bodies of her patrons better than she did now. “Your eagerness is very, very appealing.” he murmured, running his hand through her curls. “And your dark hair, ah… you look like a doll.” His voice full of awe, Luc stepped back, his member plopping out of her mouth, a strand of precum connecting her lips and the tip of his manhood, adoration and hunger brimming in his eyes as he looked down at her. “I see you have made a little mess.” Pointing out the small pool between her legs, Luc paused for a moment to see how Corvina would react. “Well, do you think you are ready?” There was a certain pang of hunger in his tone, the young noble finally running out of patience, fighting back the urge to pin the young anguissette down and have her on the floor. “Let’s see if we can make a mess in my bed next…” Knowing that the servants could and would clean his rooms the next day anyway, the young scion wasn’t really concerned about his sheets.

He would reach to wrap his arms around her body, pulling Corvina up into his lap, slowly carrying her towards the bed, his skin warmer than hers. “Nervous?” Luc murmured even as he carried Corvina towards the bed, his body a little tense as he laid her down on the purple silk sheets, moving to step between her legs, pressing himself against her smaller frame. He kissed her long enough to leave her a little dizzy, his lips coarse against hers. “Hmhmh… do you remember the rules, kitten?” Luc would ask, his slick length pressing against her thigh. “What did you promise me?” Pulling back so that Corvina could answer, he left a trail of kisses on her skin, nibbling her neck and her collarbone before wrapping his lips around her nibble, suckling it gently. “Mhmhm….” Reaching to touch her shoulder, he ran his fingers along the contours of her body, cupping her small breast under his palm for a moment before slipping his hand down her side. Still caressing her nub with his mouth, Luc pressed his nails to her skin, dragging them all the way down to her thigh, leaving thin red trails where he touched her. With his hand on her thigh, he would spread her legs further open, feeling her muscles as he moved her, positioning Corvina like a painter might position his or her model. Grasping his manhood in his fingers, Luc eased the tip of his length against her fold, softly stroking himself against her nub for a moment. “I’ll make a woman out of you…”
 
The stripes along her skin had not been forgotten, she could feel them along her thighs and rear. It was a sweet feeling to the little anguissette, though any who were not her might not have enjoyed the lingering pain as much. It was that pain, his words, the feel of him in her mouth and her fingers that all combined to pool between her thighs, leaving yet another mark on his floor of her arousal. His voice caressed her ears as he praised her, a warm glow settling into her mind. Covina could only hope he'd be right. That she'd make an excellent servant of Naamah, for now what she lacked in skill, in knowing her patrons, she made up with her eagerness to serve, to learn. In time she would know his body, should he continue to patron her, as well as she knew her own. In truth, it was a thrilling prospect to the young anguissette. To learn another's body so well, to know what they liked, and be able to provide that to them, the satisfaction simply from the thought made her skin tingle. The hand in her hair made her eyes close for a moment and as Luc said she looked like a doll, they opened.

His member slipped from her mouth with a wet pop and she could feel and see the thin strand of precum and saliva that stretched between them before snapping. Blushing she looked down, though like before it wasn't of shame, for Corvina felt none. She was what she was. Anguissette, servant of Naamah and an adapt of the Valerian house. As she looked back up at him, she smiled, a touch shy perhaps, but he'd not seem to mind, rather he enjoyed how wet she became. His Question made her pause, the tone of his voice making her shiver. There was no nod this time, Vina was able to answer him with her voice. "Yes Sir" The same need was in her voice that had been in his. Pulls into his lap and then lifted into Luc's arms she giggled and nuzzled her nose against the tender skin just below his ear. "I have no doubts that we can, Sir" She'd already made a mess of his pants and the floor, the sheets would be easy...

Laid down she watched as he moved between her thighs, lips finding hers, their kiss leaving her breathless as he pulled away, eyes slowly opening she nodded, her hair sliding along the silk sheets. "I do Sir, I must ask and gain permission before finding release" Her voice was breathy and it trembled a little. Her eyes closed as his mouth began to trail down her body. When they found her nipple her back arched against the purple sheets and she whimpered and then moaned when Luc's nails bit into her skin. At his touch, her legs spread for him, and Corvina lay looking up at him, her breasts rising and falling. Biting her lower lip her eyes found his. Those lovely jade eyes darkening, making the ruby mote stand out vividly. "Please" The singular word spoke of her desires, her need... She was his for the taking. Vina doubted that had he found her elsewhere, known what she was, she'd be any less willing, no money changing hands. Luc knew how to speak to her very soul.
 
Having confirmed that Corvina indeed could recall the rules of their little game and that she wasn’t too far gone seeing how she could still response, Luc pushed his length into her, inch by torturous inch, slowly stretching the young anguissette as he claimed her with a happy moan escaping his mouth. Pausing for a moment, the young man leaned to kiss her, smothering her lips with his, stroking her hair to soothe her, needless as the gesture might have been - judging by the mess the young girl had made, she had been quite ready for him. Having held back for so long, she could feel his passion, the young man practically devouring Corvina, biting down on her lower lip, nibbling her as he made sure she got used to the intrusion. Later, he would hurt her as it pleased him, the young man still restraining himself, not yet quite confident in her ability to take all that he could offer. “Ah…” She could see the satisfaction in his eyes as he pulled back to catch breath, a thin smile flickering on his lips, his grey eyes locked with hers. “Now…” What followed was dance older than mankind, Luc slowly grinding his hips against Corvina’s as he claimed what he had paid for, thrusting slowly in and out of her, his pubic bone pressing against hers, his weight reassuring her. “Ah...ahn…” He gasped softly every time he sank himself into her, each thrust shaking her very core, his length poking against the neck of her womb. “Ahh…”

Feeling Corvina around his manhood, Luc began to pick up his pace, pushing himself up so he could look down to Corvina as he enjoyed her, his movements deliberate. His hand would find its way to her bosom, his fingers squeezing her breast hard enough to force a reaction, the young man smirking as he played with her. Luc would keep toying with her, eventually pinching and tugging her nipples to see if he could coax her to be more vocal. The sounds of their joining filled the room, his groans mixing with her whimpers, the old bed creaking beneath them. When he thought Vina had gotten used to the act, Luc reached to grasp her thigh, bringing one of her shapely legs against her belly, adjusting his angle so that he could push deeper into her. Having paid a small fortune for the night, the young noble was going to enjoy her fully, adjusting her position as he pleased. “Ah..uhn… so good.” he moaned, letting Corvina know how he enjoyed her, smirking even as he moaned, the small voices meant to both encourage the young woman and to make it harder for her to stick to the rules they had ‘agreed’ on. “Mine..” Luc growled, even if she would be his only for the night. “...mine.” The same smug smile she had seen on his lips when he had made his offer flickered on his lips, the young nobleman rather used to getting what he wanted. He was pulled to her like a moth to the flame, Luc holding her thigh as his length slipped in and out of her, his girth stretching her insides. “Ah...mhmhm…. Listen to yourself, kitten.” Wet as she had been, their joining made quite a few indecent sounds, his body slapping against hers. “All wet for me.” As much as he was still toying with her, his own peak was slowly approaching, even if Luc did try to delay the inevitable. “Mhm… a bit more kitten.” he gasped, frowning as he struggled to hold back, his sack now fully taunt against his shaft, his body tense.
 
Lips parted as Luc began to push himself into her. "Ahhhhmmmn" The teasing, the lead up making the moment all the sweeter. Slick Corvina felt as he stretched her, inch by inch. A low, needy moan leaving her parted lips. The sound ended muffled as his mouth found hers and his hand came to stroke her silken locks. Her eyes closed as he pushed past that seal, the proof of what she was, a virgin as promised. Not that any house would dare to sell an adept that was not; those young men and women were instead allowed to seek work freely. Vina's virginity had been closely guarded by the Dowayne, unwilling to allow her precious blood lily to become tarnished before time. It was more than the price they could garner from her virgin price though, it was a sense of pride for the first anguissette in an age. Vina had hoped there would be pain, unable to resist it's saccharine call to her body and she'd been rewarded and Luc soothed it with his kiss, his touch, offering her comfort as she transitioned from girl to woman. The act was endearing and Vina kissed him back sweetly, gasping and unable to help her giggle as his passion won out, her lower lip trapped in his teeth.

Her body became used to his presence and she grew restless beneath him. A clear sign she was ready for more. Gazing up at him, her lips curled at the edges. Gasping she moaned biting her lower lip. A part of her wanted to see where they joined and curiosity got the better of her. Rising on her elbows, she watched as his hips rolled against her own, and then he drew back only to thrust himself into her again. "Mmmmn" Whimpering she laid back, her body moving with each thrust, body jiggling against the bed. As his motions picked up, she grew brave, hips rising to meet his, savoring the feeling as he filled her completely. His hand moved to her breast and she cried out as his hand constricted around it. Her breath was quickening and her sounds had not been restrained, but they did not compare as Luc tugged on her nipples her moan peeked, her head pushing back against the softness of the bed. "Fuuuuuuck" The word unused normally by Vina, but apt in the moment.

Vina moved with him, as he guided one of her legs to her stomach. His pleasure only increased her own; edged repeatedly, pain and pleasure mingling Vina was already close to the edge. The claim on her made her eyes winded, but in truth, the claim did not bother her. it thrilled her. Even for a night, Corvina was his. There had been hopes that the girl wouldn't fall for her patrons... And she knew that it was only for the night, but there was no harm in the fantasy if she knew it was only for the night, right? Her moans and whimpers came freely and when he told her to listen to herself, she tried and failed to stay silent, but she had heard it. The wet slap as they came together. Small hands curled in his sheets, her breathing picking up. She was trying to be a good girl for Luc, but she knew she'd fail the moment he told her a bit more. Shaking her head she whimpered. "Please, Please Sir. May I cum?" Husky voice airy, she didn't even wait for his answer, she couldn't. Her cry reverberated in the room, bouncing back at them as her velvet sheath quivered around him, her orgasm hitting her hard.

Small hands had balled in the sheets, as if they could anchor her as her body, keep her from shattering or even from cumming again should he really push her. Her body felt alight with pleasure and her cheeks flushed and while she could barely speak she did manage to at least sound a little contrite. "I'm sorry Sir" Panting she bit her lower lip. She'd been bad twice now and he'd yet to cum.. She was unsure if she could hold out a second time either, with the powerful thrusts of his hips.
 
Luc smirked when Corvina cried out in a vulgar fashion, pleased with her reaction, smidgen of mischief glimmering in his eyes. “I am… and I am going to make you enjoy it.” His fingers seemed to be everywhere at once, pulling, pinching, kneading and tugging her sensitive flesh. A vicious pinch would be followed by tender strokes, Luc rolling his fingertips against her nipples. When Corvina’s gasps turned into moans, he would dig his nails into the soft flesh until she was left gasping, her small nubs likely sore the next day as well after all the punishment she had taken. “It’s not too bad, is it?” he asked her even as he thrust deep into her. “Ah.. being all adult?” Giving Corvina barely enough time to answer, he leaned into another kiss, his scent overwhelming her. He wanted her, she could tell, hard as he was between her folds, gasping as his length slipped in and out of her wetness, the sheets ruffling beneath their bodies. Seeing her eyes widen, Luc paused for a moment, his voice soft as the silk on her skin. “Yes, mine. Aren’t you? Tonight.” Reaching to brush stray curls from her face he moved again, his thrust slow and steady as he enjoyed every inch of her body, holding her tight, Corvina able to feel his weight on her, his toned body firm against her softness. “Ah… so warm.” he murmured, drunk on her body and her scent. “You’ll be magnificent one day..ah…” With her leg against her body, Luc could thrust deeper, his length easily sinking into her, the tip of his manhood kissing her womb - something most women would find uncomfortable, the young noble choosing not to care, wanting to see if pain-within would stoke her flames all the same.

When she came, he paused, allowing her to throb against his hardness, frowning softly as he realized that she had failed him once more. Yet the frown still thawed into a warm smile, Luc reaching to wrap his fingers around her curls and pulling hard, exposing Corvina’s throat as he did so. “Naughty, naughty little kitten…” he gasped hungrily, his member throbbing within her tightness. “I don’t think I quite gave you the permission…” The smirk on his lips told her that she would pay for her ‘failure’ later, Luc reaching over to run his tongue over her neck, tasting her once more. “Was it too good? That you just couldn’t hold it?” Teasing even as he ‘chastised’ her, he thrust again into her, the old be creaking audibly as he claimed her. “Ah… ah… I should spank your little naughty nub… ah…” Luc was telling her exactly how he would punish her even as he kept using her for his own pleasure, the noble now focusing on his pleasure, seeking to use her small body to relieve himself. Little by little his movements were becoming faster and faster, Luc not quite forcing himself as deep as he had done before to maintain the quicker pace, panting a little by now. “I think… ah… that you would actually like it. Kitten.” Corvina might have found her release, Luc slowly getting desperate for his, growling with lust as his aching length twitched within her depths, his loins feeling congested as he worked to undo the knot at the base of his member - to push himself beyond the point where the was no return. “Vina.. ah… I need to come so fucking bad…” She could see the young man biting his lip, his curls clinging to his face as he sought to spill himself into her, his thrusts more and more violent. “...so so bad…” Consumed by his desire, the young noble let go of her hair so that he could reach for her other leg, bringing it up and against her belly as well, pumping his length in and out of her. He had never planned to take her so savagely, but she had brought forth the beast in him, her nature waking something that had lumbered deep within him. “Oh.. almost.. Ah..fuck...a bit… ahh.. More… more!” Luc could feel his loins tensing as the pressure in his sack grew. He bit his teeth together, groaning from the sheer pleasure he felt. Meanwhile Corvina could feel his strong hands tensing against her sides, his breath becoming shorter and shorter as he approached his climax.
 
Make her enjoy it? Corvina had never once wondered if someone could die from pleasure, but Luc did make her wonder. For many, no, all others, the pleasure she found from Luc's touches, the way he pinched, pulled, kneaded her skin made her come unglued at the seams. The pain would linger with her, for days. She knew this well from the first time she'd felt the kiss of pain. Her cheek had ached for days after, this night would be no different. She would have reminders of her night with Luc, once that the delicate anguissette would treasure. He was her first, the marks he left would be treasured, even if she never saw him again. Though, Corvina hoped he would call on her again. His question brought a smile to her lips, color to her cheeks. "No" The words drawn out on a moan. Being now seen as an adult would open a world of pleasure and pain, to which she was the only to take the sort of pleasure that only an anguissette could take. Perhaps it was silly, but in their world, at least for the moment, it felt as if the world were her oyster. A gaze of emerald found his. "Yes, yours for the night" Her cheek turning into his hand as he brushed stray curls from her face. "And.. the morning and the afternoon" Her voice was warm as she reminded Luc he'd have her till the evening. His body pressed against her and Vina did not hold back as the thrusts brought him to her womb, the discomfort on it's own a form of pleasure for her. Luc could see the way her hands tightened in the sheets, her the lusty cry that left her. Vina, it would seem welcomed all forms of the pain and even she knew that in the morning, she would be tender from just the joining, had he not left his mark elsewhere.

The frown as she came made her heart drop, she had not wanted to fail him a second time, but Vina also knew there was a chance that Luc was setting her up to fail. In time, she would be able to last longer, but even with increased endurance, she would still fail, if he wished for it. She cried out as Luc yanked her curls, head tilting to one side. Moaning as his tongue trailed along her heated skin, she shook her head, whimpering from the pain it caused. "I could not, I am sorry Sir" Gasping as he thrust into her again, her body already ramping up to cum again... should he allow it. She had tried, but Luc likely knew that.. Seen it perhaps in her eyes when he'd frowned at her failure. Vina thrived in the role life had given her. Eager to please, eager to do her best, to take what others could not and find pleasure. To allow men and women like Luc to find pleasure in someone who could take the pain. Disappointing him was not something she ever wished to do. The depth and speed changed, shallow thrusts, but faster and Corvina moaned beneath him, though the sound was interrupted by a laugh, the sound sweet. "I likely will, Sir" They both knew she would, even if it hurt and if she could take no more, she could end it with a single word. Corvina's heart raced as he told her he needed release. Her body shifting as both legs were pressed to her chest, her body bouncing with each hard thrust, her moans coming quicker as that edge came closer and closer yet again. His hands along her sides tightened and she gasped, nodding. "Yes.yes.yes.yes.yes.yes" The word a mantra, needing, wanting him to fall over that edge that he'd pushed her tumbling over and brought her to the edge time and time again. "Please, Sir, May I come with you?" there was a desperate plea to her voice, a desire to find this completion with him. However, should he deny her, she was almost positive she could hold back, not disappoint him for a third time.
 
When Corvina confirmed how she belonged to him, the young man almost purred, grinning like a man possessed as he thrust himself hard into her with enough force to shake her small body, “Ah.. ah…” Luc was now panting heavily, sweat glistening on his brow in the dim lamplight, his once finely combed hair now quite a mess, dark curls clinging to his skin. “Mhmh…” Lost in the throes of passion, some of her replies were lost to him, the young man now focused on his pleasure, Vina now means to an end - a warm and eager vessel for his seed. “Ah… uh…” Panting, the young noble getting closer and closer, his length twitching in her wet tightness, stretching her further open, pain flaring between her nether lips. His pace and ferocity would likely have been too much for anyone but Kushiel’s chosen, agony blending with pleasure as he overwhelmed her. “Yes… almost…” He groaned loud enough to be heard downstairs, caring little what others might have thought of him, making love to his prize as the Terra d’Angese were taught to do - as he wilt. “Ahhn…” Perhaps Vina’s next patron would be someone kinder and gentler, allowing her to experience other, more kinder ways of lovemaking. Luc was a beast - a beast lost in his desire for her and his need for release, unable to hold himself back no longer as he unleashed himself on the Vina, the poor girl shaking like a leaf in the autumn storms, the bed shaking beneath her. “Ah… yes… yes…” And yet his words were not meant as a reply, Luc snarling as she pleaded for a permission. “No… you have had enough..” He wanted her to feel denied and controlled - to truly feel what it meant to serve, not merely because she wanted to - but because she was wanted for her nature. “I will spank your little wet folds until you scream…” Having given her pleasure, Luc promised her pain.

Yet, even the fury of Elua’s children had their limits, the young nobleman approaching the point where there was no return quickly now, drinking deep of her pleads to joining him, drunk on power and control. Corvina would find herself denied - though whether she could manage to follow his orders or not was an entirely different matter. “I’m going to..ah…” He was now thrusting himself into her faster and faster, reaming her like a man possessed. “..cream you.” It did not take long before Luc felt the familiar tightness enveloping his balls and slowly climbing along his length as he now desperately sought his release. “Ah.. agh… Oh Elua… I’m going to...agh..” Her soft moans and her tightness pushed him over soon after. When he came, he did so with a bestial grin on his face, his hardness throbbing violently in her ravaged sheath. As it had been several days since he had last laid with a woman, Luc gleefully emptied his aching sack into Corvina, filling her with his thick cum. He hilted himself into her as he came, his hardness throbbed against her insides, each twitch of his muscles forcing more of his essence into her, eventually collapsing on the small young woman, panting as he rolled to the side, his toned chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, turning slowly to see how Corvina doing. He reached to wrap his fingers around her wrist, squeezing softly to get her attention - before turning and pulling her into an awkward, but warm embrace, his body as hot and sweaty as hers even if he still wore his silken shirt.. For a while their bodies would cool down, leaving them both quite comfortable where they were. Luc had lost his silk shirt at some point, the fine garment likely worth more than a miller or cobbler made in a month, the item in question now laying on the floor by the bed. “Mhmhmh…” Nuzzling against her raven dark hair, Vina’s first patron planted soft kisses on the top of her head, murmuring softly as he did so. She was small in his arms, her toes barely reaching his, their legs tangled together as he pulled her closer, wrapping a hand around her waist. “Where have you been all these years…” Luc muttered, sounding both rather pleased and bemused as he stroked her rear, allowing his fingers to seek out sores and welts he had left on her skin.
 
There was beauty to be found in her patron, Corvina was realizing. Up until now, he'd had sated himself in other ways, but as he slowly lost control of his desires she could see him in a different light. No better or worse, no more beautiful that the composed lord who had teased her just a few hours ago. His dark curls fell free, sweat soaked as he thrust into her. The tempo changed as that control slipped and he ravaged her in truth. It was even the groans, the cries that had once just been hers, their pleasure mingling. Pain blossomed between her thighs, the two forces clashing inside her, bringing her higher. Her pleading had almost seemed to pay off as Luc cried out, the three yeses making her eyes brighten and when he told her no, she couldn't help but laugh, she was indeed being greedy. She still wanted to of course, to find completion with her patron. The promise of pain however made her actually consider being bad on purpose, seeking out that pain willingly. The counter? Corvina wanted nothing more than to please her patron, her first.. To serve him. It was that more than anything that made her determined to last, leaving her body needy and aching as she had become familiar with earlier in the night. Cruel, she couldn't help adore him for that answer, for the choice he'd put on her. Knowing there would be consequences to failing him yet again.

Legs pressed to her chest, she could feel her entire body bouncing with each hard, desperate thrust. Luc was looking to find his own pleasure now. Corvina was honored to be the one to help him find that, to be the cause of it, the recipient. To be his good, greedy and sometimes naughty kitten, if only for the night. Corvina could feel the shift in her patron as he came closer to his edge, the way his movements changed as he came to and then tumbled over the edge. Her moans had not stopped, her whimpers either and by the time Luc found completion, Corvina was on the edge of the precipice herself, fighting to withhold her own orgasm. His body fell against her as he finished emptying himself into her. Pinning her legs closer until he rolled off. Laying beside him panting, Covina closed her eyes. She felt the bed shift slightly, his hand on her wrist, where he pulse beat wildly still. Her eyes opened and she turned to face him, a smile on her lips. Her hand not held by his reached out and she brushed his curls from his face. Pulled closer, Vina made a soft sound of pleasure at the embrace, shifting closer to him. She was so much smaller than him, easily tucked against his body. Luc's lips nuzzled against her own damp hair before his lips found her forehead. Dark lashes dropped and another smile pulled on her lips as he drew her closer still. Her legs entangled with his own, one arm around her waist, stroking lower to find those tender spots of flesh.

His question drew a purr if sound from her. "Always here..." Corvina tipped her face towards him, her lips brushing his, just as his fingers found the first stripe. "Ahhhhmmmn" The cry soft, lips brushing against his with the sound. "I was just waiting for you to find me" While she had not known of Luc, or been waiting for him... she had been waiting for someone like him. Someone who would show her what the world she'd been born for was like. What pleasures' awaited her and what those knew that pain could bring pleasure would not be afraid to test her. As her first, Corvina could have not wished for more. Even without the final release, her body slowly coming down off that need, Vina felt amorous. Her nose brushing his, her lashes heavy. She could feel between her legs, his seed seeping from her slightly. She'd been drinking the tea to prevent her from bearing children since she'd first been inducted into the Valerian house. The Dowayne was not a fan of children being born to her Adepts. Of course, things happened, some adapts desired children and stopped. Corvina was not quite ready or even sure if she wanted children. Her life was in truth, just beginning. Her fingers slipped along Luc's chest, resting over his heart as they drew absent patterns along his skin. Only one thing could have made this better, though Corvina would understand should it not come to pass.
 
Still panting, Luc cradled Vina against himself, his chest heaving against hers, his body firm on her undoubtedly clammy skin. “You should have been born earlier.” he murmured, sounding bemused even as his hands roamed all over her skin out of sheer pleasure of touching, enjoying her curves. “Do you have any idea how hard it’s to find someone who can take all that… and not run away.” Luc planted another kiss on her brow, slowly steadying his breath. Chances were that the sheets beneath her were quite a mess, but the young spared no thought for the expensive and likely ruined cloth. “Finding someone to tease? Easy.” Running his fingers along her side, he tickled her gently, poking her ribs with his fingertips - and he would keep doing that until she giggled, his hand moving down to her belly to ensure that she couldn’t quite stay still before letting go and letting her calm down. “But someone who is willing to take… no, not just willing, people do all sorts of things for money, but eager to take pain? Kitten, you have no idea how special you are.” His voice devoid of deception, Luc drew small circles on her belly with his fingers, trailing them towards her bosom in by inch before suddenly pinching her nipple, pressing herd until he saw her react, smiling as he played with her, the kiss of pain lasting only a brief moment as he moved to scritch the corner of her jaw like she was but a stray kitten, curious to see how she would react.

Letting go of his newest plaything as he rolled to his back, Luc turned to glance at Vina, a faint smile still lingering on his lips. He caught a few of his stray curls, tucking them behind his ear before taking a gentle hold of her jaw, leaning in closer to press a few soft kisses on her lips as if to assure her that she had done well. “Now that was lovely. You are such a delight to play with.” His voice was warm and kind, his smile as genuine as ever. “Dowayne has trained you well. Or then you are a natural talent.” Sated as the young noble might have been, his hunger for her had not diminished, the young man stroking her hair as he admired her beauty, sight of Corvina laying on his bed leaving his heart and loins aching. “You’ll marquis will be paid in no time, I am sure.” he added with a smirk. “I am going to get us some water..:” he offered, realizing that they had been at it for a while now and that Corvina had lost fluids in more ways than one. “And maybe something to nibble as I recover…” Seeing how eager she had been to please him, Luc did not doubt Vina’s eagerness to explore the limits of her body once they had had a chance to catch their breath.

Pushing himself up from the bed, Luc walked to his wardrobe, allowing Corvina an ample sight of his bare back and rear for a moment, the young man wrapping himself into a fine bathrobe of sorts, the deep blue cloth shimmering in the dim light. “I’ll be back soon…” Pushing the door open, the young man disappeared into the hallway, a cool drift of air washing over Corvina - the room far warmer than the corridor outside, the young woman able to hear how her patron’s footsteps died out slowly, Luc undoubtedly heading to the kitchen as if he owned the place. True to his word, he returned after a while, carrying a bottle and a small bowl in his hands, not bothering to knock on the door before stepping in. “Hello…” walking to Vina, Luc handed the bottle to her, wiggling it in the air until he was sure he had a secure hold, easing himself out of his robes before sitting down on the bed, offering the small bowl to Corvina, faint scents of sage and rosemary lingering in the air. “Pickled olives?” Salty and drenched in oil, the olives clung together, making it rather tricky to pick up just one. “They are pretty good.” he explained with a self-satisfied grin. “Go-on. Have a few. And then feed me some.”
 
Luc's hands traveled along her skin, a smile curling on her lips. "I have indeed heard it was rare," came her playful answer, "Though, I shall only run should you wish to chase me, Sir." Lips pressed to her brow, causing dark lashes to fall, savoring the kiss. Squirming she tried to hold back her laughter, though not for long as she gave in. Laughing she wiggled against his bed until he allowed her reprieve. His words made her feel like she was floating, for while she understood she was rare, she hadn't truly understood how precious she might be to someone like Luc. With his needs, desires. He had the right of it, a lot of people would do much for money, her house was a prime example. While enjoying small amounts of pain, her craving for it, wasn't matched within its walls. The lazy trailing of his fingers had Corvina relaxing, thinking that for the moment they might relax. Her gaps came, the surprised lilt to it as she whimpered, back arching slightly as the fresh kiss of pain rippled along her skin. "Mmmmmnnnnnn" It faded and his hand moved to her jaw. Leaning into the touch, her eyes slowly closed again.

Luc rolled onto his back, Vina's head following him. His smile drew one of her own and she Watched as he brushed his own curls back from his face. Her fingers curled some as his hand cupped her jaw and he leaned in. She returned the kisses, unable to help herself. She was indeed quite greedy at times, enjoying the contact with another. Her smile grew and she took the compliment. She'd never been physically trained, she had been told what she might expect, so it wasn't all new, but Corvina had doubted then, as she did now, that she wouldn't have fallen into this world of night blooming flowers without hesitation. Perhaps the most useful thing her Dowayne had instilled upon her was that Luc, and others would use her for a night, that love wasn't something that was going to come. Like and other feelings may grow over time between patron and servant, but that would be all. It was something that Corvina held in the back of her mind, trying to censor herself from forming attachments. She was selfish enough as it was when it came to both pleasure and touching, they needed not contend with foolish dreams. She would take what she could get and be grateful.

Leaning into the touch on her hair, Vina made a soft sound in her throat, playing into the kitten name he'd given her for the night. Purring she opened her eyes and smiled shyly. "I will be here, waiting," Watching him rise, she allowed herself to watch him hungrily. Luc was a handsome man, her first patron. She couldn't help but warn herself to not let the feelings that threatened her mind to take hold. She was a pleasant diversion, nothing more. Watching him dress she nodded, reclining she sighed softly as the cool air caressed her heated skin. She could hear as he drifted away. Letting her eyes closed, she slowly took stock of her body and how she felt. The need had died down some, she could feel it lingering, but it now longer provided an ache between her thighs. Though, she ached elsewhere. Her rear and thighs and hell, between her legs felt tender, but not from her need. It was his voice that alerted her to his presence, sitting up, Corvina smiled and took the bottle from him. She took a sip of water and gave a soft sound as the cool liquid rushed down her throat. She'd not realized how thirsty she was. Shifting she leaned into him slightly as he encouraged her to eat. Picking up a few of the olives she ate the first two, "Mmmn" her eyes closed for a moment before she plucked a few out for Luc, holding them to his mouth. "They are delicious" The flavors mingled in her mouth, the brine and herbs pleasant. She'd never had such a thing before, not truly surprising given her upbringing on the streets. The heat from his body radiated along her skin, it made her want to curl closer to him. Love as thou wilt... Would he mind? The warnings of her Dowayne lingering her mind. It wasn't because she loved Luc she wished to be closer. Fuck it. He would tell her, if he didn't enjoy her closeness. The softness of her body pressed against his and she lifted another olive, offering it to him first.
 
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