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Sandstorm Sins [sinfulrook and I]

Drassir noticed her skin turning slightly red, and he blushed as well when she offered to go to the mixed baths. "Let's go then shall we?" He said to her and led the way for her, still blushing a dark red. As they walked he tried to think what was going on just now.

Drassir wasn't one to show emotion, to anyone, but being next to Adara changed him, he now felt emotions he has never even realized he had. What was happening to him? He was a ruthless assassin, not showing any emotion towards anyone, not even women and children. He was confused to no end.

As they approached the large bath, nobody was in it, and there was room for them to change out of their clothes, small baskets made for their clothes. Drassir went over to one of the benches and grabbed a basket, sitting down with it at his feet and slowly took off his shirt, more scars shown on his sides and his front, but not a single one on his back.
 
"Are you Persians always so into intricate decorations?" she said, glancing around the bath. It was a little lavish, even for a bath meant for commoners. Then again, this tavern and inn was in the more fortunate part of Persia. Mosaics complemented the warm paint colors of the room, with a large view of the city seen from out the window. Another chilly zephyr blew into the room, and she shuddered, watching what Drassir did just in case their customs were different. Not by much.

Adara followed suit, and felt a little uncomfortable at the fact they were alone. She cracked her neck to relieve the tension, and turned to give Drassir at least a little privacy, but the Arab couldn't resist sneaking a couple peeks at his scars running up and down his chest, feeling a strange emotion send hot and cold sensations through her body. This was an entirely new feeling altogether, something the priestesses had never taught her about.

Adara shrugged off the strange feeling, and taking a basket she set it down on the floor beside her, her back to the other assassin. Taking a deep breath, she unclasped the brooch at her shoulder, placing it in the basket. Slowly she let the light colored robes fall to the floor, stepping out of it to expose her voluptuous nude body. Her black hair fell in waves against her golden skin, over her large breasts. Feeling a little embarrassed, she slipped into the warm, clean water. Adara hoped the dim lighting of the bath helped to cover her up just a bit.
 
Drassir was slightly more dressed, so it took him longer to take off his pants and his shoes, all specially made just for an assassin, just enough to stop minor cutting, but light enough to help him move around freely. He blushed and tried not to look at Adara as she undressed, but curious at what kind of body she hid underneath. Once he was fully nude, he got up and slowly walked to the bath, quickly slipping in before she saw him nude.

The lighting did the trick, the torches burning bright enough to cover up their nudity, a reflection on the water seen of their face and the torches flickering, he looked over at her and blushed, looking away instantly. "It feels so good to take a bath after so long." He said and slowly lifted his hands, cupping them and grabbing some water, splashing it on his face. He still had that same feeling for some reason, that weird tingling feeling that kept running up and down his back.

He was never taught anything about women except what he had learned about their outer anatomy. Other than that, he was clueless as to what they really looked like. He has only seen a woman naked once, and it was when the king wanted to screw one of the priestesses. Soon enough, Drassir was sitting in the water with the water up to just above his mouth, but below his nose so he could breathe.
 
She had closed her eyes while waiting for him, enjoying the feeling of water against skin, and relaxing her muscles, but not enough to fall asleep. As she felt the stillness of the water become disrupted by Drassir slipping in. For a few long, silent moments, Adara watched him sink lower and relax. The air surrounding them seemed to be calm and electrified all at once. So many questions entered her mind, and the Arab furrowed her brows, deep in thought.

Finally, the woman broke the silence, and with a deep breath she asked the question most on her mind. "Where did you get those scars?" Adara asked, moving through the water to be closer to him, so she could hear his answer. It had not dawned on her, that her own scars could be visible, with a long, deep gash running down her toned stomach, and criss-crossing lash marks down her back. It seemed natural to her though that assassins would have such scars, as their life was usually a rough and painful one.

Solitary, too. echoed a small voice in the back of her mind, but she immediately hushed such a thought.
 
Drassir looked over at her and slowly rose to sit up comfortably in the water, two of his scars showing towards her above water. "Tell me which ones, each story and scar are unique." He told her, single scar just barely visible above the water on his chest, almost at his collarbone.

Once she had picked a scar, he looked at it and closed his eyes, sitting back and remembering the incident. "This was my fifth scar out of many, this one happened when I was on a group assassination mission." He began his tale and looked up at the starry sky. "I was still young, still a novice at doing the simplest things. It was a cool and almost chilly night, almost like this one, me and my partners were out to kill a few rogues that had been harassing and stealing from the traders. As we began our entry, I was assigned to infiltrate the boss' room and kill him silently. As I made my way to the room, I was all alone, only having needed to take down one guard on my own." He said and closed his eyes once more.

"What I did not know was that the man was not asleep and hade a short blade under his pillow. When I approached, he swung at my neck, but was too slow, still managing to hit my arm, leaving this scar. Of course in the end I finished him quickly and without trouble." He finished his story and then looked at her, her being the first person to ever ask about his scars other than the children asking to touch them.
 
Adara smirked and nodded, listening to Drassir's story. "I'm impressed," she said, tilting her head to get a better look at him. "You were a rookie and yet you managed to kill someone who had taken you by surprise." Undoubtedly, he was a man of talent, and she wondered if it was possible to learn a few things from him, although Adara most definitely wouldn't admit it. Her pride was much too great for that.

She bit her lip, and Adara moved in even closer to Drassir, studying his face. The Arab noticed another scar on his chest, and put a finger on it, feeling the rough mark against his smooth skin. It fascinated her, because it was darker than the others she had seen, and had a strange shape to it. "And where did you earn this one?" the woman said, her voice low, almost like a purr. She did not need to speak to loudly anymore, as it seemed there was no need considering how close they were to each other. She could almost feel his body heat. And yet, Adara was unaware of the tension building between them, and the heat in her own body rising from the same, strange feeling.
 
Drassir blushed even more when she ran her finger down his scar on his chest under the water, then moved a little closer to her, his bare skin touching her bare body. This sensation was strange, but it felt nice for some reason. "This scar was from my final training exercise." He said and then looked down at the water by his chest.

He took a deep breath and sighed. "On our final training day, we were to be sent on a mock mission, but at the end, it turned into a rescue mission more than anything else. We were to find our target using limited and vague information, and when we did, the target was attacked, and so a battle ensued between me, my two assassin friends, and about nine bandits..." He said an remembered both of his bretheren dying that night.

"As my brothers died, I was left fighting two more bandits, one being the leader, the other a brute, he was nothing but muscle, he was practically a giant." He continued on with his story and then looked at her slowly. "The boss died first, he was an easy target, but while I defended myself against the brute, I took a big slash across my chest. Once he hit me, he let his guard down and I quickly and silently slit his throat... My wound gushed blood for hours, but luckily I made it outside in time for the priests to find me and tend to me." He ended the story, pressing his body a little more against hers.
 
Adara shivered at Drassir's touch, her gaze now transfixed on his eyes, studying them and entranced by his words. God, did his voice feel like silk with his Persian accent, and Adara felt her body being pressed against his own, hard muscles. She listened to his story, but as the peculiar, burning feelings blossomed in her stomach the Arab found it harder and harder to concentrate. Something was taking control over her mind and body, as though she had no choice but to go with the natural flow of things, although in reality this was not at all natural for a girl like Adara.

"You seem to be fond of dramatic murders, Persian," Adara purred, leaning closer with a smirk. At the mention of priests, she cocked a brow. "Priests? I was raised by priestesses... seems we have more in common than I thought." Taking advantage of the intimate moment, she put her arms around Drassir's neck, and met her luscious lips with his.
 
Once she had mentioned pirestesses, Drassir turned to look at her, only to find himself caught in her arms and her lips locked onto his. He slowly closed his eyes and put his arms around her thin waist, pulling her slim and small body against his muscular body, holding her closer and kissing her back.

The moment felt so intimate that he couldn't control himself. He finally knew what was wrong with him, he was stunned by her beauty and her skill, that is why he felt so much emotion. As they continued to kiss, his hands slowly rubbed her silky skin on her back under the water. After a little while of kissing, he smiled down at her, gazing in her eyes. "Maybe we do have a lot in common, Arab." He whispered and then began kissing down her neck, biting it softly.
 
"Ahh..." Adara let out a gasp, as she felt herself pressed firmly but gently against Drassir. She couldn't help but squirm, although gave up once she felt the kiss deepen with his response. Running her fingertips through his dark hair, she let out a slight grin, and the assassin ran her tongue along his lips, asking for entrance.

She arched her back into him, and as Drassir pulled back, Adara had a rosy tint on her cheeks, blushing furiously. Realizing what she had done, she was about to apologize when he took her by surprise. "Mmm," she moaned softly, as he bit into her skin. Adara bit into her lip, suppressing the urge to bite him herself. She had never felt this much pleasure before, and she relished it.
 
Drassir kept gently biting and kissing Adara's neck, not knowing that this was so pleasurable, just to be so close to a woman, and naked. After a little bit, he pulled away and looked in her eyes, resting his forehead against hers gently. "I didn't know an assassin such as yourself could be so... Beautiful..." He whispered to her and continued to rub her back gently, a little higher now.

This was a first for Drassir, so he didn't know much of what to do, so he just did what came naturally to him. He slowly leaned in to lock his lips onto hers once more, this time his tongue gently poking out to ask for entrance into her mouth this time. As he did, one of his hands wandered down to one of her hips slowly, rubbing it gently just to feel the curve of her body, still loving the silky smooth feeling of her skin.
 
She closed her eyes, feeling so many sensations at once. A little overwhelmed, Adara traced circles around the scars on Drassir's chest, tracing her fingers lower until they rested on his abdomen. She opened her eyes again, those gorgeous Persian glass orbs of his staring back into her golden irises. "I didn't even know a man so charming existed," she smirked, her lips eager to meet his once again.

With a soft sigh, Adara parted her lips, letting his tongue explore the corners of her mouth. She wrestled with his, moving her hand to take the one feeling her hip, and guiding it up along her body to rest just below her chest. The woman ached for the feel of his skin, and so she pressed her hips against his, her thighs feeling his member through the water, and she felt shivers up and down her spine.
 
As Drassir's tongue explored the Arab's mouth, her felt a little resistance against her tongue, and so he continued to play with it using his tongue. When she took his hand in hers and moved it just below her chest, he was very tempted to move up to her breast, to feel the softness and warmth of it. He resisted the urge for a little while, that is, until she pressed her hips against his.

As his manhood pressed against her thighs, he slowly moved the hand from her upper abdomen to her breast, lightly taking it in his hand and massaging it softly, his fingers just barely squeezing it. It felt so warm and soft, he couldn't resist but grope it some more, still gently as ever. After making out with Adara for a bit, he pulled away, slowly opening his eyes and helping her sit fully in his lap, her legs off to the side so she wouldn't be uncomfortable.
 
Adara playfully licked his lips as he broke off the kiss, a grin scribbled on her face. She felt her muscles tensing and relaxing, as a response to each and every touch. As he groped her chest, the woman closed her eyes and let out a moan, barely rocking her hips against his. "Mmm..." she whimpered, swiftly giving in to the desire.

The Arab smirked as he moved her to sit on his lap, feeling his manhood grow harder against her legs, brushing against her sweet sex hidden between them. Adara's face became flustered, the heat of the moment intensifying. She leaned her head down to suck on the skin of Drassir's neck, biting gently and licking her tongue at the tender spot. When she was done, she admired the red hickey she left behind, leaving trails of kisses up his neck to the hard jawline of his face.
 
Drassir let out soft groans when she sucked and bit on his neck in a tender spot, not able to suppress them at all. His hand went from massaging her breast down to her ass, his other hand rubbing her thigh gently. His hand gave her ass a friendly squeeze as it got to it's destination, his length fully hard against her thigh now, wondering what's going to happen next.

"Adara... You're so amazing..." He whispered in her ear before she went up to his jawline, moving himself down a bit just so he could feel her luscious and silky lips against his again. As their lips parted he looked in her golden eyes, mesmerized by them like never before. "Do you want to do it right here and now or save it for the bedroom?" He asked her with a whisper, massaging her wherever his hands were resting.
 
Adara's hand reached up tangled her fingers in his dark hair, tousling with it as she cradled his head, not wishing for the passionate kiss to end. Unfortunately, their lungs ran out of breath, and the assassin found herself trying to catch her breath. With each pant, a cloud appeared, and she realized that the water grew cold. It wouldn't have mattered to her, but there was a chance that if they continued their play, someone could interrupt.

His voice in her ear caused her to shudder, his kiss turning her mind into a whirl. Adara leaned back, pondering this choice. "Maybe we could move this little romp of ours elsewhere." she agreed, moving in to peck him on the nose. At this, the woman moved to exit the water, her entirely nude body on show in front of him. The Arab moved slowly, as if to tease him with every step she took.
 
Drassir agreed with her decision to move it elsewhere, and so he watched the Arab woman get up and out of the water, watching her slim and sexy body move slowly back towards the small room with the baskets. He was really tempted to just lay her flat on one of the benches and ravage her, but he was willing to wait until they moved to their rented room.

The Persian got out a little bit after her and went to grab a towel, wrapping her in it to dry her a little bit rather quickly, then dried himself a bit, as to not get their only clothign wet. He quickly put on just the inner clothes and carried the rest, taking her by the hand when she had put on her clothing and pulled her out of the baths and back up to their room, closing the large door and latching it shut like a lock, standing by the door and looking at her. "Shall we?" He asked with a smirk on his face.
 
Adara quirked a brow as he dried her body, before she slipped on the dress again. Since her skin was still moist, the cotton stuck to it, wrapping around and showing off her curves. She couldn't resist adding a little more confidence to her strut, smirking as she intertwined her fingers with his. The woman let him lead her to the room, and feeling just a tad bit giddy from the heat and from their previous session Adara couldn't help but let out a soft giggle before blushing furiously. In more normal circumstances, she almost never embraced her more feminine side, preferring to look and act tough. In this case, however, she felt like she could loosen up a little around this man... and they had just met.

The assassin flashed a smile, before putting her arms around his neck to lean in for a hungry kiss. She didn't seem to think, more respond to the feelings her body was giving off, and embracing what came naturally to her. Pressing her hips against his, the Arab teased his hard-on with a slow grind. Pulling her head away to catch her breath, Adara rested her forehead against his. "It'd be a waste to stop what we started now, wouldn't it?" she whispered softly, gazing into his eyes.
 
Drassir smiled and gazed back into hers, his hands on her lower back, exploring her body some more slowly and gently. "It'd be more than a waste." He whispered back to her, grinding against her grinds to make the grinds feel that much better. The male assassin normally hid all his feelings, and this feeling of lust is completely new to him, so he did what his body told him to do, and just responded to the female companion he had in his arms.

After kissing Adara one more time, the Persian pushed her over to the bed, sitting her down and starting to slowly undress her, just so he could see her naked once again. As he lifted the dress up, he began kissing at her mid thigh, making his way up along with the dress, kissing her abs and up to her breasts, kissing each of her breasts until he finally took the dress off completely, tossing it aside and kissing her lips softly, with his eyes closed.
 
Adara sighed with pleasure against him, biting her lip to stave off the feeling of collapsing into his arms. She did not resist him as he moved her to the bed, removing her clothes followed by sensual kisses up along her body. The Arab closed her eyes and shuddered, returning the kiss with feeling and a sense of carnal hunger lying beneath. She pulled at his own clothing, tugging at his shirt to insist he remove it. Her eyes were aching to set sight on his beautiful scars, the true marks of a warrior. The desire to run her hands over those rough scars, to feel them under her palms made her womanhood grow wet with heightened arousal.

When Adara had been training with the priestesses, she had known that they were viewed by men as not only women of the temple and of the deadliest order, but that they were women of chastity as well. At least, that was what was supposed to happen, and most of the time that rule was kept... Adara remembered the days of her early training, and that caused her to hesitate. She pursed her lips, almost wondering whether she should stop, but it was only for a fleeting moment before she pulled Drassir in for another kiss, to cleanse her mind of the memories.
 
Drassir pulled away a little bit when she was thinking about something he didn't know, taking off his shirt completely to reveal his several and large scars, about five or six of them on the front of his body. Once she pulled him in for another kiss, he closed his eyes and slowly began pulling off his pants, his length still stiff as a rock, popping out once his pants were down to his knees, letting them drop to his ankles so he could kick them off and to the side.

He slowly began to lay her down on the bed as they continued to kiss, holding himself up with his hands as close as he could to her, having very little trouble holding himself up, After a bit, he broke the kissing and looked deep in her eyes. "Are you ready?" He asked quietly, looking down at his manhood dangling above her womanhood. Just then, he thought about his training with the priests, remembering that the pirests told him to never fall for any woman, no matter what, as it will compromise any mission, or even his life. He couldn't help it at all, Adara was beautiful, stunning even, and his emotions went out of control, so her just dismissed the thoughts and waited for her answer patiently.
 
Adara gazed at his scars in their full glory, tracing a finger on each and every one of them. She felt the butterflies running through her stomach, the blood rushing to her head. This feeling of anticipation and sexual tension made her desire grow to a thirst to feel him and bask in pleasure. She grew wet just thinking about the things that they could do, and they had all night. Searching Drassir's eyes, she saw no sign of deceit, of merely lust and yearning. Adara realized that this morning, he had been her enemy, the one she had sought to kill-- and yet, here they were, about to consummate. She grew red at the though, blushing furiously.

"Y-yes..." she said softly, trying to sound more confident. The Arab knew it would hurt, but she wanted more than anything to have him take her... the want was so strong, it was almost as though she needed this. His intoxicating, heady scent did nothing to help her gain some rationality. She was trapped with her mixed feelings, and she wanted an escape.
 
Drassir thought of Adara as an enemy when he first saw her, knowing he had to kill her right away, and when he caught her, he suddenly changed. Something inside of him went off, telling him not to kill her, but rather help her. He didn't know why he didn't kill her yet, and perhaps he won't kill her, ever, he felt so lost, but when he gazed in her eyes, he forgot all his troubles. As she said she was ready, he slowly guided the head inside her, pushing in slowly and gently, noticing her cringe in pain.

He stopped and waited for her to tell him when the pain ended, knowing it was probably going to be rather lengthy, but he was going to wait for her to go past the pain. "Does it hurt too much?" He asked her, his sweat starting to turn from just a gloss into small beads on his body. He wanted to go deeper, but he had to wait, for her sake.
 
Adara let out a sharp gasp from the discomfort, biting her lip and breathing heavily. As it was her first time, she realized just how much this would have meant to her. For most priestesses, the first time was the most special, and to do this with someone who lived her lifestyle made it a lot more meaningful. It was almost as if he knew what she went through everyday, and the Arab blushed, realizing that Drassir would probably play a key part of her life for a while after this.

Soon, she adjusted to his size, feeling the pain subside to a dull throb. Adara nodded, staring into his eyes. "No, it doesn't..." she blushed and looked away, ready for him to break the barrier and fully penetrate her sweet sex. Absentmindedly her hands curled into fists, balling up the sheets in her clenched palms.
 
Drassir put on a small smile and slowly pushed all the way inside her wet pussy, letting out a soft moan once he was all the way in, his hips pressing against hers. "There, made it all the way in." He told her and then leaned down to lock his lips on hers for a moment. "Tell me if you want it slow or hard." He offered her, his hands on the bed and gripping the sheets just a little bit.

This may have been his first time, but he felt like he knew plenty to pleasure his lover. He began to slowly pull out, then push back in, repeating the process as he felt her squeezing him with each slow thrust he made into her. He now knew he was in love with the Arab, and he couldn't deny it to himself anymore.
 
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