By My Lips (Closed)

by **Aislin** on November 27th, 2012, 8:03 pm

The sheets felt soft beneath Aislin's bare skin, although some of the looser threads, pulled away by filed nails in the heat of pleasure tickled her flesh into a cooled rise. Goose bumps, which melted away as the male Chaon's hands encircled her, and his body pressed close with her part. Smooth entrance, with rougher proceedings she scarcely felt, having experienced the same so many times before. It would seem that she was left unsatisfied, in that she merely breathed heavily, as opposed to faking pleasured moans as so many other men and women in the brothel did. And indeed, she was left unsatisfied, seeing as he was far smaller than many of the other men she had taken, and the women with their wicked toys. Even so, it seemed strange to her when Marcus pulled out to end on his own, leaving her to peer over her shoulder in confusion. Her iced irises taking note of the mess as he fell atop her. Leaving her hands to splay, and then furl around the cloth that lined the bed. She could feel his warm breath on her neck, and forced a smile as he began to whisper, causing her blood to run cold.

The Chaon's eyes widened, although she fought to hide it as she too, rose from the bed, and turned to face him. Her right hand rising slowly, so that her palm could meet his bare chest. Softly, she pushed against the space between his pectorals urging him back a pace or two as her eyes caught on his. "You speak of the rebels?" Aislin asked softly, unsure as to whether or not she was hearing things in his inflections. She paused then, as her silken web crept from the tips of her fingers onto his flesh, glistening lightly with sweat, and the flickering of candle light. Gently, her legs eased into a bend at the knees, and she guided her body down, her eyes always looking up at him as her hand slid, and her mouth found the tip. Lightly sucking away the last of his mess, before moving away, trailing her tongue slowly up the length of his stomach, until it stopped at the neck. Her eyes closed, she kissed softly. Allowing her warm breath to caress his flesh as she dangled close to his ear. Her tongue tasting the underside of the lobe as she whispered, "the Rising Dawn?"

Aislin paused for a moment, as she pulled her lips away from him, and allowed her eyes to fall onto his. The dilated pupils creating a mask of inky obscurity as her palm fled his skin, leaving only the nails to dig lightly upon it. "Or do you speak of something else?" she asked as her eyes fell onto her fingers, pushing into his skin, forming soft crescents, which would fade away as soon as she had gone.

Only the truth now, her magic insisted, as her heart hammered against her rib cage.

Silently, uneasily, she waited.

OOCIt is fine. The same goes for you though, if you would like me to edit anything.

by **Marcus Ahysen** on February 5th, 2013, 8:14 pm

Marcus did not answer initially, as Aislin's ministrations had him a bit distracted. She was good at her job, and her lips were soft on his skin. Her tongue knew exactly what to do, and where to go, and Marcus closed his eyes and breathed out a sigh of pleasure as she cleaned him off. When finally she was done he let out another sigh, an echo of longing, but he made no other indication that she should continue. He did have work to do, and as enjoyable as her own work was, he needed answers. He was there for a reason.

"Yes, the rebels."

Did she know anything, or was she just trying to extend her time with him to earn more coin? Marcus did not want to waste any more time than was necessary. If she had answers for him, they could spend the entire night together. If she did not, he needed to find another woman. It was simple, but women were never simple. He would have to read her words carefully.

"The Black Sun has taken notice," he continued, Aislin's magic spurning him to tell the whole truth. "The Voice has ordered us to find out who they are."

Had Marcus known who the Voice really was, he might have revealed that to Aislin as well. There were few who knew the Voice was now Ssena.. Marcus was not among them. There were no lies in his words when he spoke of her.

"The rebels have gotten bolder since the storm. Their recruiting has increased, though we have kept that information from the public eye as best we could. We fear they are planning something big, though we do not yet know what. We need to find them before their plans come to fruition."

OOCToo bad their plan has already been revealed, otherwise this would have been some cool foreshadowing.

by **Aislin** on February 9th, 2013, 3:46 am

"As is only natural," Aislin whispered as she continued to listen to his speech. Is that everything? Or is he hiding something? she wondered, as she pressed her nails more forcefully into his flesh. She could feel it molding beneath her, sinking, as her tongue followed the crease of her soft pink lips, before making its way back into her mouth.

"They say their leader is one of us," the whore whispered, her eyes sparkling as she took a step closer to him. "Not a Chaon, but a whore." Her mark burnt. The sun scorching her skin, although it failed to peel.

She fell silent a moment, allowing the first of her words to sink in.

"A woman."

Her lips curled into a wicked grin as her fingers released themselves, allowing his skin to snap back into place. "But... is that saying all that much, considering how easy it has become to lure another into more carnal pleasures?" Aislin inquired. "To harden a man's cock even before a woman has managed to spread her legs?"

The whore smirked as her finger lazily circled the man's pec. "She must hate us, whoever she is," she whispered. "Perhaps she's one of them," she continued. "A lady of Syliras. That would seem logical, don't you think? For everyone born here has so much love for the Dark Lord..."

OOCYour fault, not mine, you took too long!

by **Marcus Ahysen** on February 19th, 2013, 8:57 pm

"Siriana, of course," he replied right away, nodding his head. "We already knew that. And she is not a Syliran, she is one of Priskil's followers. And we know some of her lieutenants as well. An Akalak, Harrol is his name. We actually captured him once, but Siriana set him free."

Marcus let his mind drift back to that day, nearly two years ago. He had not been at the execution, but he remembered the day. It was the day the Rising Dawn first revealed themselves in force. There was fighting in the streets. It was chaos. Some of the Black Sun wondered if they were part of Rhysol's plan, that the city had grown too orderly. But the Voice did not want them. Rhysol himself had made no official decree, but that was not his way. The Voice demanded they were destroyed.

"There are also whispers," he continued, spurned on by the hypnotic effects of Aislin's djed, "Of another lieutenant. A wizard of some sort, though we have no information about him."

Marcus sat up, glancing around the room for his clothing, but not bothering to actually retrieve them. After a moment his attention returned to Aislin, an idea forming in his mind.

"What we need to know is where they are hiding, and what they are planning next. You are a chaon.. I assume that means your loyalties lie with Rhysol?" He gave Aislin only a moment to answer, knowing full well that even if she wasn't completely loyal she would probably lie and say she was. "You could be our eyes and ears here. Watch out for any activity from the rebels. I don't know if they would be so stupid to come back here, but they might. If you hear anything, you can report it to me. You'll be rewarded if you do, of course."

by **Aislin** on March 7th, 2013, 3:36 am

Aislin merely nodded. "Naturally," she whispered, as her finger continued to circle the Chaon's skin hungrily. "Is that all, brother?" she inquired, "or would you like to go again, before you return to your other duties?"

There was a pause as her nail kept on skidding across his skin. Shadows dancing across it from the flickering firelight.

Aislin was waiting.

by **Marcus Ahysen** on April 17th, 2013, 7:50 pm

Marcus considered her words. Her offer was enticing, but he was a busy man. He already lingered too long in her bed, and he had learned nothing of value from her. Perhaps she would be a useful contact, and a pleasant distraction when he needed it, but she knew nothing that he did not already know. Her eyes and ears had yet to prove themselves. Still, her insistence was kindling the embers to his fire.

"Mmm.. as much as I would enjoy another round, I do have duties to attend to, as you know. My mistress still holds more sway over me than you, dear sister, and she requires that I return."

One day Marcus would not have to answer to anyone, save for Rhysol and the Voice themselves, but that day was not upon him. He was still just an agent. He still had to answer to his acolyte. While he had not learned exactly what he had come to seek, he had met someone that might prove useful, and whose loyalties were not under question. Lilith would want to know about that as soon as possible. Aislin would need to be investigated, perhaps even brought fully into the fold. But those were matters not under his control. For now, she was a contact, and nothing more.

Marcus leaned in for a kiss, passionately pressing his lips to hers and drinking in her breath, before he released her and stood up at the same time. His actions were hurried and forced; he really didn't think he could resist her if he stayed much longer. He dressed himself and made his way to the door, pausing next to a small table, where he dropped a small sack of coins. Before he left he turned to get one last look at the beauty on the bed.

"We'll be seeing each other again, sister. Soon enough."

by **Aislin** on April 22nd, 2013, 4:32 pm

Aislin only smiled. A wicked, knowing grin which caused her iced irises to sparkle even as she lost her breath. His hungry lips encasing hers before slipping away with the click of heels against wooden boards and the chinking of coins against each other as they were dropped onto the table.

"If that is what you wish," she whispered, although her mind spoke something else in her ears alone.

She watched him turn again, recede, before rising and crossing to the table. Passing her fingers lightly over the cloth bag. Aching for it to tug at her.

But it wasn't enough.

As with everything else.

Fin.

by **Cataclysm** on April 27th, 2013, 12:48 pm

Aislin :

Marcus :

Nice quick thread from the both of ya's. I could hava went more indepth with the lores but I stopped and just chose 4.

On another note Aislin I went ahead and approved your CS sheet. With that I also need you to register in the Spring registry thread if you haven't already. I don't think I saw you when I checked so make sure you get right on that alright?

Safety comes in the oddest forms

If you have any questions or concerns regarding your grade, please send me a PM and we can figure it out.