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Powerful Stuff (Tag: Raziel99)

TheyDontKnowIBurn

TheyDontKnowIBurn

Supernova
Joined
May 10, 2009
Location
The Asscrack of nowhere, WA
All clear. All the guards were busy. Nessalyn's blood red lips curled into a bold smirk. Her brilliantly silver eyes flickered with confidence. Tonight was the night that her peoples' miseries would end. No longer would halflings feel the opression of those who deemed themselves a superior race.

She stood from her vantage point and took a deep of the cool night air, which played at her platinum blonde hair. And so it began. The first part was easy enough. Infiltrate the enemy's base of operation. She was in almost effortly. With practiced stealth, she silently stalked down a corridor, reverting back to her mental map, to remember where the target most likely was.
 
Alexander was at the window near the top of the base, his arms behind his back, one hand holding his wrist. He had a clear vantage of the area, and he saw the intruder. No matter. His mind stretched out, pushing away guards and unlocking doors, locking those that led the intruder away or putting guards turned away in hallways to lead the person straight to him.

there had been many attacks lately on him and his men. And he wasn't going to tolerate it too much longer. he would make a example out of this worm if he had to, a example to all of the rogues out there. And he was going to have a hell of a lot of fun with it.
 
She should have been worried. Should have noted that this was all so easy. Too easy. Nessalyn should have caught that, but her focus on her mission objective blinded her to those facts. She wanted to believe this would be it. As she silently made her way deeper into the target’s stronghold, she kept close to the wall, half-expecting guard encounters at least once. But when they never showed, she simply counted it off as good luck. Not a smart move. Not at all. Surely she had been trained better than that.

Right now, her confidence was on a high. She was determined that this would be it. That nothing was going wrong, because she was meant to win. A stupid thought really, but she ignored the slight nagging tug at the back of her mind. She was close. She could smell it. Her movements became even more precise in the moments leading up to her entrance. She wanted the element of surprise, so she tried to get out a window and scale around, but something was preventing her. You’d have though that would have been a red flag to what was going on, but no.

So she simply busted into the room his scent came from, and launched an attack off the bat. She was fast. Something she was quite proud of. She could easily rival the speed of strong fullbloods, despite her own mixed heritage.
 
There was a smirk on his face as he heard the doors burst open, felt her presence coming known... her? It was that one fact that she was still alive as she launched herself at him, his turn fast as blades appeared in his hands. Shadowblade S was in his left hand, angled down from his fist, and the flat of the blade easily halted her momentum as he blocked with it. His eyes glared into hers as he held her in place, the doors she came in from closing, but then he was spinning, a strike that would knock her black from the force, all the way back to the closed door. It wouldn't break, but she would be dazed.

He discarded hos cloak as he stared her down from across the room. He was dressed in dark clothes, form fitting that showed a toned body, not overly muscular like most of the other vampires. His hair was down to his shoulders, tied back at the name of his neck. Normally blue eyes on the sharp but soft face were now red in a battle frenzy as he held the Shadowblades, ancient weapons that nobody knew the origins. He was their owner at the moment. Shadowblade S in the left and Shadowbane L in his right, taking the form of wakizashi and katana, respectfully. The former was angled down out the bottom of his fist, the latter pointed out like you would hold a normal sword.
 
Well, things happened so quickly, it almost made Nessalyn’s head spin. Her first attack had been totally deflected, and the next things she knew, she was flying. She connected with the hardwood door behind her with a hell of a lot of force. Had she been a lesser being, say maybe full human, that would have shattered a few ribs. But as it was, she wasn’t human, and thus, it had only cracked maybe two. But boy was she in a daze. It took her a few moments to pull herself up. When she did, she had to lean against the door, to get her legs back to normal.

She was insolent. She wasn’t about to stay down. In her mind, that would just show him that she was a lesser being, if she didn’t recoil quickly. She put on an audacious smirk, trying to give off the air of being unphased by how easily he had dispatched her first attack. “As I thought... Can’t take it easy on you...” She bluffed as she charged in again, kicking up her speed. She wanted him to think she was unafraid, and that she held all the right cards to win this little game of battle.
 
He simply smirked as she rushed towards him. "Foolish girl." he said in a voice that was just loud enough for her to hear him. His blades went upwards to a parry, but he did it special. His blades twisted with a spin of his wrist, hooking around hers and lifting her up in the air over him as he ducked somewhat. They were in a roll now, and he jumped into the spin, his feet going up and pressing into her chest and stomach as he pulled himself into a small area, tight. As the spin put her so she was between him and the wall, his feet kicked hard, torpedoing her into the wall, cratering it slightly as he landed on his feet. His blades simply disappeared to unhook, and they appeared again in his hands now.

"Foolish girl." He repeated, as he slowly advanced towards her. Now he did somewhat of a offensive move. As she was on the floor, he stabbed... at a angle. all he caught was her shirt, and only her shirt, and he pulled upward, cutting through it, showing what she had under it. but it was at her back, so whether she took it off and revealed her undergarments, or perhaps lack of if she dressed that way, was yet to be seen.
 
Ouch. That was the best word she could think of for being torpedoed into a wall. Of course, thinking didn't go hand in hand with the pain she felt in that instance, so there were probably better words for it. Probably more descriptive ones. Perhaps more colorful too. But she didn't have the voice use those at the moment. It took her a moment to catch the breath that he had hammered out of her. And before she could, he was slashing at her with his blade. She closed her eyes waiting for the icy metal to bite into her skin, but it never happened. No slice. No blinding pain. Why was there no pain? Wait... Was she dead? No... Not dead. Not quite. Because she could still feel the ouch from his kicks. So she was still alive.

She opened her eyes. No blood either. Then she looked down. Her top was all sliced up. She frowned. That would be a hindrance. She simply ripped away the cloth that was left, leaving by a tiny black lace bra. She glared at him. “A pervert then?” She scoffed as she reached into a holster on her thigh, and pulled out an ornately designed dagger. She was quick, and for her close range combat worked best... She just had to find a way to get close enough to him. She lashed out with the dagger, trying to get a feel for how he moved.
 
(you're gonna have to give some dimensions in a minute, of her figure. XD)

He smirked as she finally pulled out a dagger. But she was reckless with it. His blade simply came up, the Shadowblade L pinning her dagger to the wall as the other swept up, cutting her bra through right between the breasts. It was obvious that he was preventing any bodily damage. He pushed her away after that, releasing her blade from the wall as he turned and took steps away from her.

"No, a lesson." He simply stated as he walked. "Come on, you can do better than that." His finger was stroking over his pocket at the moment, at the sealed syringe that he was holding. Perfect for making a example.
 
She blushed a bit as he sliced straight through her bra. Go figure. She felt her C-cup breasts bounce out when they were released from they confines. She growled at him. “Quit undressing me...” She snarled ferally as she jumped back. She threw the cut bra to the side, seeing it as yet another hindrance. Oh well. Just a little less weight to hold her back, she reasoned. But even she didn’t buy that. It was awkward fighting so bare, for her.

She rolled her eyes. “A lesson? What? How the hell is that a lesson?” She demanded as he walked. She missed his little stroking gesture over his pocket and so, was unworried about anything he might have had concealed. She jumped up, and then lashed down at him, intending to put a few new holes in his head.
 
He heard her words, letting them go unanswered. He felt her attack, and did a quick spin move. This time, his left handed blade blocked and knocked her back, but not before the right handed blade slashed down and cut a line down her pants, straight from the hip all the way down to the leg, having half her pants now hang off.

"your insurgents will all be exterminated, one by one if they have to." He said in a dark voice, slowly walking towards her now, eyes locked on hers but noting where her body shifted for offense.
 
She blinked just for a second, and the next thing she knew, half her pants were gone. She glared at him, fiercely. “Damnit! Screw this...” She said, as she simply tore the whole of her pants away. “There! Nothing left for you to slice off of me...” She snapped, brandishing her dagger. She ignored the shame that she felt for being so exposed. There was time for that later when she wasn’t busy fighting.

He started to approach her, and she took a stiff stance, ready to strike like a viper if he got to close. “How ‘bout we try that in english, you over-educated creeper.” She snapped. She did her best to both hide her body, and be ready to attack at the same time. Still, she couldn’t quite cover her curves. She was lean, and well built with plenty to look at. But she didn’t care much about her looks. Just fighting.
 
His eyes didn't really go over her body, not yet. He would have that luxury in a few minutes. He watched her try to cover her nude form and hold herself defensively and fail. He charged forward, giving a heavy hit to her head with his elbow and disarming her with a blow to her wrist with his fist. The Shadowblade L disappeared, and he pulled the syringe out as she was dazed and turned away. He found a good spot to inject and he stabbed, quickly injecting her with it before backing off.

Now, it was just a matter of time.
 
She felt a slight prick into her flesh. At first she didn't make the connection as her whole world spun around her from his blow to her head. She fell to her knees, her mind racing with the what ifs now. Her eyes widened as she realized that little prick was none other than an injection. "What... Did you do?" She demanded, all the while trying to get her vision straight. She was so pissed. "What did you inject me with, she demanded to know. Her back was turned to him, so she wasn't looking at his face. Just focusing on the floor and trying to get just one image of it, rather than the double image she had.

Ten or so minutes came to pass, and slowly she was getting her vision in order. But then something else peculiar happened. She felt her body flushing with heat. She bit her lip. "Well?! What is this?" She asked.
 
He simply stood a decent distance away, arms crossed as he watched her the whole time. By the time she got her sight back, it started kicking it, it looked like. her skin was a bit rosier, at least. "Oh, i'm sure you'll get a idea of what it is eventually." He said, moving to a nearby chair and sitting to watch the spectacle.
 
She bit her lip. She didn't like the sound of his explaination. She was guessing it had something to do with the injection. For the next 20 minutes, things got more and more uncomfortable. She felt hotter and hotter, and it was rather unpleasant. Then she started to feel herself get wet. "You sick bastard... You really are a pervert..." She said, more of a whine. She knew what was going on now. She glared back at him, her pale cheeks flushed rosy. She scrunched her legs tightly together, trying to deny the problem at hand. It would go away if she ignored it, she thought.
 
His arms crossed as he heard her call him a pervert. "Really now. A pervert? No, if i was, i would have groped you. No, i'm making a example out of you for your fellow raiders." He smirked as his eyes strayed to her struggling legs for a moment. "Apparently you are the pervert, thinking so dirty that you are dripping"
 
She bit her lip a little harder. "Not... Not thinking dirty... This is your fault..." She let out, almost a whimper. If she bit her lip any harder, she was worried she would bite clean through it. About ten minutes later, she was unbearably hot and bothered. She turned her back on him, knowing it really wouldn't make what she was about to do any better. Her pride was about to take one hell of a hit. Her hand slid down in between her legs, and she began to stroke herself furiously. Big mistake. She let out a small yelp as the heat inside only got hotter, and she got wetter. Things weren't getting better. "Wh-what the hell is this?" She demanded. She was aching by this point, just from unfulfilled need.
 
He watched her turn away, smirking as she tried to rub herself off... and failed, miserably. he moved slowly up to her, his body pressing lightly against her sensitive skin, fingers trailing over her sides. "you look so needy... Maybe I can help you with that?" There was a soft smirk as a new idea formed in his mind.

"I COULD show this to everyone in this empire... but... I am feeling kind today." He kissed down, nipping at her neck and shoulder. "Give up your ways in that rouge sect, pledge allegiance to me, or I'll show this debacle to everyone. Every person of the empire, even your buddies, would you see you as a horny, quivering mass, dripping wet and moaning. So which will it be?"
 
She shuddered when he came close, his fingers so lightly touching her skin. She bit her lip as he kissed and nipped at her fevered skin. Her pride and her ration were quickly disappearing. Her body ached with a longing she had never experienced before. Her first instincts were to beg him to fix it. She was nearing on an hour of this, and it was too much. Still, she refrained, biting her lip.

Her eyes widened when he said he would show this to everyone. Her self-preservation kicked in. “Please... No...” She pleaded with him, hating the thought of people seeing her like this. Was squirming now. Trying to find some other way out of this mess. But nothing came. So she had no choice. “I’ll do anything... Just please... Make it stop...” She whimpered, desperately.
 
He lifted her weak, slightly squirming body easily into his arms, carrying her to the chair and sitting down with her sitting across his lap. his hand slid down, first cupping her breast and his thumb rubbing over her nipple, before it slid down over her stomach, palm pressing lightly against her womanly core before fingers slowly stroked over her labia. "If you promise to me under my control for now on. you leave the raiders and join me. And you do as I say, when I say it."

His fingers would be very pleasing on her body, so sensitive because of the aphrodisiac. he would give her a orgasm, but it wouldn't be able to sate the need. Only his piece would do that.
 
Her body burned with embarrassment as he lifted her into his arms, and carried her to a chair. She hated that she was doing this. Hated that she had no choice. She hated feeling helpless. She let out a tiny moan as he began to toy were her nipple, before moving lower, and stroking her womanhood. It felt good. Just a little bit of relief. She still ached for more, but there were other mattes at hand. She listened to his almost painful conditions, and knew she had very little in the form of choices anymore. “I promise...” She said, quietly. She hated the taste of her defeat.

But the pleasure he was giving her was slowly trying to ebb away the sting of her defeat. She bit her lip before letting out more little calls of pleasure. It felt good, but she was no where near fulfilled. And she had a feeling he wouldn’t fix that immediately.
 
He knew that he could give her a orgasm in moments. He also knew that it wouldn't be enough to sate that heat. And he was going to enjoy bringing her to heights that were addicting. His fingers stroked more, opening her lips and a finger finding her clit, slowly rubbing that. "Tell me you'll be my personal slave whenever I need you..." He kissed at her neck, nipping lightly. "Don't worry, I won't be mean to you."
 
His fingers on that sensitive little spot made her moans jump in tone. It felt so good, and so much more a relief than she had imagined. She listened to his demand, and then his reassurance. She knew if she displeased him, he would stop everything he was doing right then, and she needed it. She wasn’t sure she could handle to kind of lust and desire her body was subject to. She couldn’t risk him stopping. “I promise...” She said softly. “I’ll be your...” She didn’t want to say the word. She didn’t want to call herself a slave. That would be a fatal blow to her pride.
 
"Be mine." He whispered hotly in her ear, blowing lightly on her skin to tantalize her. His fingers stopped stroking for a moment, but only to spread her legs some before his hand came back, stroking more, fingers rubbing faster as one slid down, rimming around her entrance. "I'll treat you like royalty, you will be well cared for. You obviously have heard wrong of me if you thought I hurt those under me."
 
His hot breathe on her skin so teasingly was something else. She was about the let out a longing whimper when he stopped, but then things picked up speed as he traced around her slit. “I’ll be yours...” She said. In truth, she had heard he was not to be trifled with, if you valued your life at all. For her sake she wanted to believe that he didn’t harm his underlings, or she could be in some real trouble.
 
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