Sorceress and the Assassin [ Bear & Sirix ]

[HeyThereLittleBear]

Incense and expectation hung heavy in the night’s air, both infused with the ancient rituals that were rife with power. She could feel all of it running through her, the heavy humming of the crowd above her chanting in a language that they didn’t understand. It spoke to her, her pulse rich with the power that they were infusing, their words breathing life into her as her heart pounded like the drums in the distance. Their voices were lifted to the night sky as she was beneath them, being prepared for the ceremony to come.

Tonight, she was turning of age to become the sorceress she had been destined to be by the gods, her power nearing its peak now that her body was coming to the end of its transformation from a girl into a woman. Bela had been rich with the powers since she was young, just a babe when she’d first shown the spark of magic in her, able to control the world around her even then. As a young girl she had been brought up not by her parents but by the elders of the craft, honing her skills until she was a force to be feared.

They hadn’t created a woman. They had created a weapon. One of many that had come before her. The older generation was dying, and before the magic was lost they would need a new Queen to rise to power. Today was the first step towards her reign.

Maidens of the craft surrounded her now, their whispers adding to the voices chanting above, though their words known to them. “J’nesst d’yorn, ku’lam ulu yorn. J’nesst d’yorn, ku’lam ulu yorn.*” The women circled her, touching her body slowly with their fingertips, brushing slowly across her skin to dimple it with goosebumps, her bare flesh cool even in the hot air. From the group of four, the eldest stepped forward, fingers dipped in dye. Her hand reached out, painting slow lines on Bela’s skin, a deep red in stark contrast to the white of her skin. A dark line was made from cheekbone to cheekbone and across her nose, another from her bottom lip to the bottom of her chin.

Their voices rose in power, the same chant as before but with heavier tones. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back as they smoothed her hair, which was as white as snow, until it shined in the dim light of the dancing candle flames. The elder woman had returned, her hands fresh with paint. Her fingers moved slow over Bela’s chest, lines made from her collarbones and down over her breasts to her ribs, another line made from the curve of her ribs and down to her hips, stopping just above the mound of her sex.

“J’nesst d’yorn, ku’lam ulu yorn.*” The incense was so strong that her head swam with it, her thoughts hazy as she was helped to stand from the chair, the women touching her skin slowly still, their touch giving and taking power freely. The voices above were becoming louder, almost impatient as they could not see the preparations below. The elder returned for the final marks, her fingers making horizontal lines across her thighs, dots descending down her shins at irregular intervals. The others left, returning with sheer silks in reds and whites, draping them over her body and across her hips. Thick cords weaved from heavy threads was strung about her waist, keeping the silks in place as they let her hair fall free over the makeshift outfit.

Bela’s eyes opened slowly, her lungs breathing in a long and slow breath to take in the last of the incense as the wicks burned low. She moved for the first time in hours of her own accord, bringing one of the women in close. Her body pressed against the other woman, able to feel the woman’s unsteady breathing and shaking hands as her lips pressed against hers, tasting the oils that had cleansed her of impurities. She released the woman, moving on to the next. Again, she grasped the woman, kissing her long and slow. The process repeated to the last one, her maidens taking their place around her as she moved away from them now.

She had been prepared for this night her entire life, told of the ceremony and the importance of the power. Bela could feel it in her feet, through the ground that had been dug so that she could feel the power of the earth. Her eyes moved to the hole that lead her onto the makeshift stage, the humming and chanting voices rising in cadence as she finally stepped into the brighter light of the night.

The moon hung heavy overhead, every bit as full as the night she’d been born, her head tilting back so that she could feel the moonlight on her face, her eyes closing slowly. Their chant rang in her head, the beat of it pounding in every inch of her soul. “Dalhar d’l’isto. Dosman zhah il, jhal satiir ilta xal. Dalhar d’l’isto. Dosman zhah il, jhah satiir ilta xal.**” They were nearly screaming the words - men, women, and children alike. Despite the fact she was the most physically vulnerable and clothed only in silks, she had never felt more powerful in her life.

Her maidens drew her forward, tugging her hands until she stood in the center of a circle of torches, where the true elder of the Magics stood. The man was old, hunched by the years of power and age that hung heavy on his shoulders, his eyes long gone milky and hands spotted. He stood before an altar, which held a small array of items - a pair of bracelets that were made of a heavy and dark metal, a large skull of a bear, and a set of oils in small bowls.

As Bela was brought to the altar, the crowd’s voice became low until it diminished, leaving only the humming of those still murmuring the chant beneath their breath. She could still feel their power, her hands twitching with it and body thriving with activity. She’d never felt so charged in her life, her body feeling so full that she couldn’t decipher if she would expand or explode with it. The man waved his hands to silence those watching, his eyes settling on where he knew her to be.

“We bring before the people a child of the night, gifted by the gods with powers unimaginable.” Her maidens stepped away, she knew to retrieve the man that she was to be partnered with. “Today she stands before you just a girl, potential untapped. We offer her to the gods here tonight, a woman, ready to follow where her powers take her.”

She could hear the maidens behind her, a fifth set of feet that were sure to belong to her knight. The Elder grasped her wrist, sliding the first of the heavy bracelets onto her arm. “The weight of the shackles is a reminder,” He slid the other onto her other arm, his hands cold against her skin as he grasped her in a grip so tight his knuckles were white, “A reminder that she is a servant as much of a leader.” He moved now towards the oils, dipping his fingers into it, putting that oil to her lips slowly.

The oil tasted vaguely of lavender, an herb that cleansed and purified, but also of sage, known to ward away evil spirits. “May the oils cleanse her.” He called out, his hand moving now to the skull, lifting it and holding it up to the crowd. The chant came again, only one repeat of it. The skull was lowered onto her head, a perfect fit to her surprise. She could feel the spirits of the creature, powerful and fierce. “May the spirits guide her.”

He turned now to the newest arrival, a knight that had been trained to protect her, or at least one of her kind. He had been selected so that he would do anything to keep her safe, even if it meant his life would be in danger, or possibly ended. “May her knight protect her.”

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Translations:
* Woman of power, rise to power
** Child of the night, gentle is she but feel her might.

 

[sirix]

Darius watches and chants softly with the crowd around him. This was where he was comfortable, unseen and anonymous to the common man. Soon he would be up at the alter, taking his place with the queen to be for all to see, for all to judge, but for now, he could just observe and calm himself down. He relied on the dark and the surprise to do his work, his training and the little bit of field work to test his skills was a testament to that, so he was more comfortable in the dark.

As the queen to be was brought up to the alter, a man taps his shoulder and sends him up to the alter to take his own place for the ceremony. A few people look around for the stalwart man in gleaming armor that they expected, probably even the maidens and queen to be along with the crowd. However from the crowd came not a knight but an assassin, dressed in his black leather. True, he held the honorary title of Knight, but by look he was everything but. He was toned and in shape, but much to small to wear the heavy armor, that came with the profession. No, he was a smaller man, more agile and dexterous, able to dance around in a fight, or jump from building to building with ease and stealth.

As they turn to look at him, he drops to his knee and bows his head. "Teg ka, me le'ka" His voice sounds a little nervous as he starts his vows, but official all the same, at least as official as he can be in this new to him language. His switches back to common to finish his vows. "I am your tool in the night to strike unseen. A buckler to keep you safe while you speak for the gods. My life is yours to command to its end." He finishes, staying bowed as he waits for her to accept him, though he half expected her to reject him in favor of a more true knight to be her sword and shield.

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translation. For you, my life.

sorry about the wait, things have been crazy around my place.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

The knight that came to her side was not a man dressed in shining armors and with a gilded helmet upon his head, but instead a lean thing in leathers that still smelled of the tanning oils, her nostrils flaring as she took in the smell of him. Her nose could pick up the musk of his body entwined with the sharp tang of his fear, her lips parting slowly. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, feeling the magic run through her slow as he spoke, her tongue wetting her lips slowly. "I take you, knight. In front of the gods and my people. I swear you as mine. I give myself to you."

She offered him out her hand, her eyes knowing and gleaming with something mischievous as she waited for him to accept it. Now was the time when she would lead him into their ceremonial bedchambers, to a bed assembled of furs and feathers, a hole cut into the ceiling so that the moonlight could illuminate their lovemaking. It was a wedding night of sorts now and he would be permitted to take her virginity, a right that belonged to him alone. He would be the first man to touch her sexually and he would be the only one to lay with her in her lifetime.

"Come, my knight. The night is young and we have much still to do."

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It's okay, doll. Take your time.

 

[sirix]

He looks up, more then just a little surprised, but seeing her hand, he doesn't leave her waiting for long and takes in, standing up and following her into the chambers. The room was really nice. Only the best it seemed for the Lady and her knight. He takes a good look around, absentmindedly picking at his armor points where the straps would undo.

"Um...how do you want to...refer to you? Madame...Mistress...something else?" He asks. He had been trained his whole life for the next day and on. To protect and provide as she may need, but tonight was all new to him, and getting to know her, even just a little seemed like a seemed like a sensible plan. Both for the future and for his nerves right now.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

In the room where no one else was allowed to watch, Bela turned her full attention to the man now, appraising him as he already started to undo the straps of his armor and prepare himself for what was to come. The man had likely not been told the full realm of things that would happen this night but she was sure that he would understand - there weren't many conclusions to come to when brought to a room with mostly a bed and a woman covered in mere silks. In deep contrast to his appearance, his demeanor seemed almost shy as if he weren't certain of their status. They were, of course, a wedded couple now and he had as of yet to touch her. She'd always expected a man to come and take her nearly immediately, to toss her onto the furs and have his way with her as she'd seen so many of the elders do to the maidens.

He took his time, though, seeming to be interested in etiquette, "You may call me by my given name. I am Bela." She informed him, crossing the room to the bed as she removed the cord around her waist with deft fingers. It fell to the ground with a soft pat, the silks whispering off her skin to fall around her now that they were no longer held in place by the pressure. She turned to face him in her full naked splendor now, setting her rump down onto the bed. "Undress."

 

[sirix]

He was right in his assumption, not that there was really much of anything else to assume, but he speeds up his undressing as the...request, or was it more of an order, came from her lips. The leather armor takes a minute to shed off completely by himself. The straps and ties where easier and much faster with help, but doable by himself. Underneath the armor is a simple tunic and trousers, the former comes off first. His physique would leave many with the idea that he was less then desirable. He didn't have large muscles or six count abs, but his frame was strong and his muscles were toned for the perfect mix of speed and strength. His ribs show just a touch under his skin, moving and flexing around the bones as he moves to strip off his trousers and join her on the bed.

He sits next to woman on the bed, offering her the hand she had taken to bring him to the room. "Well...Bela, direct me to where you want me." He takes a moment. "I can...pleasure you from there." He tell her, his voice gaining more confidence as his nerves start to disappear. He wanted to learn about her and her body, and how best then to be directed to the source. To seem a bit more of a man though, he sets his other hand on her inner thigh, making small circles with his fingers there, at least to show he wasn't afraid to touch her.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

Beneath the armor his body was lithe and lean, used to moving swiftly and holding light weapons she could tell as he lacked the muscles needed to wield a long sword or draw a heavy bow. Her eyes moved over his chest, her hand moving slow towards him to touch, one finger on the ridge of his collarbone before sliding slowly down, tickling over muscles and following the gentle slopes of his rib cage and down towards his stomach. She let her hand rest there, feeling the way it moved with every breath he took and anticipating her next move, her eyes moving down towards his cock. This wasn't the first time she'd seen a man nude but it would be the first time touching one sexually. She had been instructed by watching and had seen fornication in all of its strange forms, but had been forbidden to do it herself.

Darius gathered up his bravery now and let his hand rest upon her thigh, her skin smooth and creamy from being well oiled after a meticulous bath. "I want for you to lay back." She told him, letting her hand slide further down towards his cock, her fingers wrapping around it in confidence as she let her thumb brush slow over the tip. Her eyes moved back towards his face, gauging her skills as she started to stroke him slowly. "I have never laid with a man. Or been touched by a man." She assured him, "You may take of me what you want."

 

[sirix]

Darius shivers a little as she touches at his collar bone, then again, not quite as strongly as she runs her hands down his side of his ribs. These actions, even so simple, were oh so exciting to him and he didn't even know why. His hand slowly moves closer and closer to her core until he heard her request for him to lay back. He does so without a question, slowly laying back so to keep his hand on her in some way, still reaching out for her own chest, gently running a hand up her sides, down her stomach then up the other side in a slow and sensual figure eight. His fingers also brush along the curves of her under breasts.

His breathe catches a little as she wraps her hand around him, then goes to stroking. His face lights up in the start of pleasure and bliss. Feeling her confidence was great, but he gently sets a hand on hers. "Loosen your grip just a touch and twist your hand around it gently. Its easier and feels better if your hand is a little slick." He suggests to her, otherwise he lets her do as she pleases, his face still lighting up as she works him over. "I will take what you give me. Tell me when and how and I will take you as you desire. Gentle or rough doesn't matter." He informs her, his breathe starting to get deep.