Laced (Amelia)

[Aislin]

The Chaon felt her skin tingling at first; and then a wisp. A wintry brush as delicate as the wind as their nails clicked together, and then their fingers intertwined. She could feel them weaving together, skin stretching over ivory colored bone as a curious grin crossed her lips, with the opening dance of flickering flame and shadow across the sharp rises in her cheek bones. Her iced irises glimmered playfully as she felt the initial tug; a hint at woman's will to cross. "It depends," Aislin whispered, her voice soft and smooth, "on what you would like me to offer you." Her right foot came forward, and then the left, and soon she was gliding across the room after the other woman. Moving towards the bed; her heels clicking against the dark wood before the sound was silenced, replaced with the sweep of a hand over the sheets as the whore backed herself into one of the wooden posts. A thin line of drapery.

"So tell me," Aislin began as she allowed their fingers to unravel, her own to crawl up the length of the woman's arm to her shoulder, "just what is your wish?"

OOCIt's ok. Happens.

[Amelia Cross]

Amelia didn’t let her eyes leave the woman for even a moment. She carefully followed every movement and tried to figure out something that clearly wasn’t there. Amelia’s primary goal was to study this woman, to find out more about these creatures that sell themselves to bring pleasure to others, but it seemed so clear to her that there wasn’t anything to study. They were slaves of lust, that was their job not choice, was it not? But she desperately wished to find something in the woman that would make her think otherwise, make her believe there was more to the brothel than it seemed. Probably because she didn’t want to consider the thought of her paying for sex, for her it seemed like desperation and she refused to believe she was in such a state.

The whores question seemed to be a hit right in the bull’s eye, forcing Amelia to grin cattishly as she slipped away from her hand and let herself fall onto the soft bed. ”now, let me see if I can make you laugh” she chuckled while letting her fingers run along the fabric of the blankets, enjoying the soft texture. One thing she had to hand to the place, they knew how to make their customers feel good ”I don’t pay for the things you probably think I want” Amelia began speaking, still not looking up at the woman as she continued to lazily examine the fabric ”I’m here to study, to study you in particular”

”But don’t get me wrong, while I wish to learn a thing or two that could require you to speak, I am just as much found of getting familiar with your skin and curves…after all it would be a waist to not take advantage of such a fine body as yours” Amelia Finally lifted her body up in a sitting position. Her manner of speech was confident but gentle, she didn’t want to frighten of scare the woman away. And now, when there weren’t any of those bothersome echoes in her mind, commanding her, she could finally think straight and ignore the heat of her own body.

[Aislin]

"Then what are you doing here?" Aislin asked as her iced irises trailed across a thin sheet of snow towards the woman who eased herself onto borrowed bed. Her nails drew across the streets, painting inpatient lines coupling with circles, although most of the time they hardly seemed to brush. Her back, formerly curved, sank, until it rested against the dark wood firmly. She could feel it, a pillar crawling in between her shoulder blades as she fought to keep her breath even. Flowing through the nose and back out of her mouth, just before her lungs began to ache for more. Just as her heart had always yearned.

At least in part.

"Studying?" Aislin asked before pausing for a tick. "How?" The Chaon's voice was little more than a whisper, as her back slid around the beam's length. Bringing her to face Amelia a little more directly. The dark coals that rested in the center of her eyes smoldering as the rest of her gaze hardened into something just as cool and calculating as what the woman before her seemed to be projecting. In that moment, the Chaon must have seemed little more than a hyper sexualized mirror as she glared down at her. Speak the truth now, her magic hissed as her fingers stopped their idle play, allowing her to give the stranger her full attention.

As she listened to the woman continue speaking, her brow furrowed, and ever so slowly, Aislin slipped away from her support. "If there's any truth in that, why don't you get to know it now?" she asked, as her hands slid up her thighs and then up the supple curvature of her hip bones. Bunching the fabric of her baby doll dress, and letting the folds of fabric hang there for a moment before her fingers pinched the ends and pulled it off her lithe form. With a smirk, as her swishing raven colored mane fell back into place, the whore dangled her clothes just above the floor before letting it fall into a darkening pool. Her eyes glimmered with wicked intent as she stood, allowing her patron to enjoy her in all of her splendor for a few ticks before she strode forward.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" Aislin inquired, her voice as smooth as silk. Her hands rising to meet shoulders, to push Amelia back onto the bed so she could climb on top of her. Pin her down as her legs, bent at the knees, slid against her sides, locking her in place. "Someone to display their beauty, and show you the meaning of pleasure?"

The Chaon's smile widened as she leaned into Amelia and ran her tongue from the lower portion of her neck to the underside of her ear. The edge tickled the lobe before pulling it into her mouth and sucking softly for a time. Before she pulled away, allowing her warm breath to buffet the woman's skin, adding to the tingling sensations she could only imagine being there. With hands sliding from shoulders onto the bed above Amelia's head, the whore leaned into her prize again. Running her lips slowly down her patron's neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses.

Welcome to the lion's den, the Chaon thought. Where even the pure are devoured...

OOCFeel free to pm me if this isn't ok with you, and we can work something out.

[Amelia Cross]

It seemed as bout of the woman were trying to burn each other with their glares. It didn’t seem that their eyes stopped examining the movement of the others for even a blink of an eye, so amusing, yet so understandable. Amelia had offered something that wasn’t done often at this place and it probably caused a bit of distrust or maybe intimidation. Amelia wouldn’t even be surprised if she’d have had the woman gone into a pure defense mode where she’d be ready to charge at her with a sword hidden somewhere in this room for naughty customers. Then there was Amelia herself, who refused to look away from the whore, purely to eliminate the possibility of missing any little bits of information.

”yes dear, knowledge is what I crave most in life” she answered her question while looking into the cold eyes of the woman ”a question, touch and kiss…there is more to studying than reading books” Amelia stated as she watched the prostitute. There was no doubt that she was good at leading men on, but Amelia wasn’t a pig like most men were, she was more of a cat. She had the perfect line of invitation formed inside of her mind. To have her come closer, to finally cut the pointless chatting out of this and get closer to the point. None the less, Amelia was once again troubled by the voice calling inside of her mind. It seemed to call sweeter and more familiar each time. Amelia would even go as far to call it loving, inviting and protecting like a lover. She didn’t like the feeling and what the voice asked. Above all else, it made her confused as this was the first time she had come to hear voices…when sober.

Still she didn’t let her confusion show on her face, keeping control of her facial expression as much as she could manage. However a few twitches of her brow managed to escape while the most vivid images of her taking advantage of the woman rushed through her mind. Amelia’s fantasy was always noted to be quite colorful. It always helped when she would read fortunes, but now when she was facing the voice in her head that awoke her humanly need for one’s body. It was a trait she seemed to despise most in herself for the time being. As soon as her chosen predator began to drop her clothing, her mouth was close to watering out of the sheer idea of tasting her skin. ”It’s true what they say, if a woman would dress for other’s she’d walk naked…” Amelia said calmly, for the pure purpose of calming her own mind and body while still not letting her eyes wonder far away from her.

Amelia was clearly enjoying the touch, but the words amused her. She craved her physically, but she wasn’t as easy and simple as the hooker liked to think ”try harder, as pretty as you are…you are just that…pretty it takes more to get me drooling” Amelia said lazily, a bit of a lie and a bit of truth as she swallowed the small knot that had formed in her through. Constantly in arguing with herself, but she would shift back and forth with her thoughts. After all, that’s her nature.

Her back slightly arching, responding to the sensation of the experienced kisses finding their way along Amelia’s neck. The feeling of being pinned down this soon and being taken control of wasn’t in her plans and it was slightly setting the girl off, setting her mind off. Amelia’s body was clearly reacting and if she didn’t think of a distraction soon enough, she’d be losing the little bit of cool she had left. ”You spoke of a lamb, a wolf in a lion’s den…but you chose the wrong animal” her voice dropping to the same whisper. Bout of them were speaking so silently that is seemed like they were sharing secrets. Soon enough Amelia began greedily sliding her hands across her partner’s body, getting a brief feeling of territory as her father would say.

The fact this woman had a not so stabile stance gave her the opportunity for Amelia to switch the table, or position in this case. In a moment’s notice Amelia was now the one whose body was resting on top of the lustful animal. ”such strange eyes, I wonder if you are a kelvic” Amelia smirked to herself as she looked in her eyes. ”so, calling you a kitty would be a shame you are clearly so much more…but a Raven isn’t fitting…tell me your name” Amelia spoke once more as she placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, leaving a red stain.

[Aislin]

"Are you sure about that?" Aislin managed to ask as a delicate smile crossed her lips, and she pulled away. Just long enough to stare deeply into the eyes of her prey before their bodies shuffled and she was left on the bottom. Her raven colored mane splayed wildly behind her head, as though she were some underwater maiden whose strands were being pulled by the water in every direction. Causing it to float ethereally around her.

The Chaon's smile widened as her eyes glimmered, and she looked up at the strange woman. "All of that?" Aislin asked again before pausing a moment, allowing her hands to follow the length of Amelia's thighs, up and down. Up and down. Over and over again, building up a sense of heat between palm and her own paler flesh.

She could feel her nails brushing over the indentations of muscles; rippling with what she assumed to be Amelia's unease, or perhaps, a subtle shift in her lithe form, that the whore could scarcely feel. Her lips parted slowly, as she whispered, "Aislin, if it should please you," before leaning in to follow her former trail of kisses. She wanted to feel the woman's chest rise and fall less evenly. Hear her breath grow shallow as she discovered everything she liked.

Everything Amelia wanted, but left unsaid...

[Amelia Cross]

Amelia was amused by the confidence of the whore; she was clearly used to getting what she wanted and have things run her way, despite being paid to have others control her. Quite strange, but Amelia didn’t protest to the sensations. She might not admit it to the girl, but she was just as much mortal and sinful as everyone else. Sometimes, she event thought that she was worse...the greatest sinner of all there is. Her body craved the touch, and she craved to taste every part of the animal beneath her there is, every part she could get her lips on. She wasn’t ashamed of the desire, she just didn’t want to show it, to let it take over now.

”Aislin…” Amelia repeated, getting used to the word washing between her lips. ”I can see myself moaning that latter on” she stated while enjoying the generous kisses she was granted with, but she was concentrating so much on things so far away, she was thinking about studies, libraries, tea drinking and things that all calmed her down. Causing her body to stay as calm as it was, not giving the girl any reaction. She hopped this would make her a bit more eager she wanted to push the limit of the animal. A popular way to see an animal’s defenses was to push its limits. If Aislin was used to having things go easy, then Amelia will do it a bit different.

A small smirk crossed her lips as she ran her fingers through the sluts hair, gently but applying just enough roughness to show control. After all, Amelia owned her for the time, and she had to show it somehow, without leaving bruises on the pretty face ”so tell me, would you do everything I’d ask? Would you enjoy everything I’d offer? ” not exactly a serious question, but interesting enough to be asked. If the girl would agree, there would be quite some interesting options opened for experimenting. ”If I said I want to tie you up, would you agree? If I ordered to scream, would you?” Amelia pushed it further, purring into Aislin’s ear.

[Aislin]

The whore's eyes sparkled as she pulled her lips away from Amelia's skin. "So can I," she confided, before returning her lips to the smooth touch of the woman's pale flesh. The curvature of her bones beneath the surface. Her hands ran lines up and down the girl's back, her arms and shoulders, as she continued to work, wondering how long it would take for Amelia's own lips to grace her own form.

You like this, the magic whispered, more a statement than a true question. And you want more.

Amelia's lips parted. She whispered words in the whore's ear. Strange words, in a tone that had the Chaon thinking of silk. The sheets beneath her. She could feel her warm breath against the lobe as her lips hovered there. Her darker eyes settling on the supple curve of sloped skin as she awaited her answers.

I'm what makes you speak, the magic insisted, as it tried to instill a greater sense of lust within Aislin's latest patron. Unspoken word, coupling with fine body.

Aislin's eyes sparkled with her magic's mischief as her heart began to beat faster and faster. As her flesh began to glisten as though she were beginning to sweat, and the dark coals that rested within the icy pools of her irises widened, beginning to consume.

"Everything," the whore finally whispered, although it was a lie Amelia could never know.

She fell silent for a time, as her hands slid up and down the length of the other woman's back. "How loud would you want me to be?"

And would you be any louder?

OOCI'll let you lead for a bit, since you seem to have an idea in mind.

[Amelia Cross]

It toke Aislin a bit longer to respond than Amelia expected. Instantly she thought something wasn’t good. It gave off a great big warning, like the whore was calculating everything and it was her that was played. Everything about the look in her face signaled control that shouldn’t be present on the face of a woman that sells herself. But Amelia couldn’t get herself together; she knew this was not safe. Every part of her mind was saying this won’t be a good study session, but she couldn’t manage to stop, it was far too deep to go back. Not to mention, it’s rude to leave a girl half way. So the idea this could be dangerous vanished from her mind.

Amelia wanted to speak. She wanted to use words because she knew that was all she had against the girl, but she couldn’t. Her lips refused to leave Aislin’s skin, trailing along it with every little voice speaking inside of her head. With every little whisper that was present in her mind, she found it hard to concentrate on her initial idea – studying. The goal seemed irrelevant and distant, an echo as Amelia desperately tried to calm her polluted mind with thinking over things her father has spoken to her. Eventually she had driven through most of the history of the Black sun in a crash course, well, as much as she knew.

Finally, she managed to pull her hungry lips from the glistering skin ”excellent, you could be a great pet” she purred, letting herself slide lower and lower the whore’s body, once again leaving a path of kisses. She was gentle with her lips, but she scratched using her nails to keep her sanity. Moving slowly, she was thinking, still thinking or at least trying to think properly, but failing as the scent of her skin was intoxicating the mind. "Stop!"

With one rather harsh and unexpected push, she was off Aislin, standing proud and tall once more, looking at the girl from the top. The clear lust in her face was hard to hide with the growing tint of red on her cheeks and the half closed gaze at the bare body in front of her, but her played out arrogance was present and she hopped it was well notable. It was clear, she wouldn’t manage to study. This time here wouldn’t be anything more than lovemaking… who was she kidding, this would be cheap sex. ”let’s make it fun then…new…” was all she managed to think over with her increasing breathing as she walked towards the table that held wine. ”I just don’t like it like this, your too easy..” Amelia stated as she was putting together a scenario in her mind ”I like…a creative approach…” Amelia grinned, she was burning with the need for ones touch, but she refused to make it simple, she wanted this to be new to her at some level. She began opening the bottle of wine as she spoke ”I bet this place isn’t all velvet and chocolate, you must know what I mean, dear” Amelia finished, pouring the two glasses two thirds full, taking one of them in her pale fingers. But she didn’t turn to the whore.

oocactually, I have no idea, I just type out things I could see Amelia doing >3<

[Aislin]

Amelia had gotten up.

She had left her.

Come back, the magic called, but it seemed little more than a young girl's voice. Unable to get what it claimed to desire.

"Am I?" Aislin asked, her voice soft. Her iced irises watching the slight movements her patron made. Listening to the sound of a cork popping, and then red wine being poured into a glass. Past the soft beat of her heart, the crawling of the shadows.

The whore raised her brow.

"I suppose," she whispered. "But that tends to leave only sex... or those who find their release in torture..."

Her voice trailed off for quite some time. "Would you like to be made raw?" Aislin asked. "Because such can be arranged, if it would please you."

[Amelia Cross]

Torture, this was a term unknown to Amelia. She had heard of it from the family know as Lark, or more precisely, she had heard that the family is quite found of this approach towards slaves, but was still unsure of how true it was. Under the words 'creative' she didn't really consider something this radical, or was she trying to fool herself once more? One thing was certain, she wished to explore the unknown grounds, but she wasn’t sure how to put it, so Aislin would believe she was experienced in this. There was nothing she knew of it, nothing that would be worth mentioning. The girl’s knowledge was limited to rumors and guesses, what was close to none. She wanted to learn, but didn’t want to appear inexperienced. Therefor she would play out the role she had in mind,the role of a Lark or how she thought of them, or at least try to. Taking a sip of wine, for pure courage she seemed to lack, she turned around to face the woman ”torture, is a bit too strong, don’t you think?” with a fake smile Amelia eyed her again, still wondering, doesn’t a woman this beautiful have better things to do with her life? Each time it seemed to echo a 'no', but Amelia refused to believe, she still wanted to find something out of the ordinary in her.

”Torture is pain and nobody likes pain, what I offer and want, is a new form of pleasure…for you, for me...us ” Not really a statement, not really an offer. Amelia was just scared to give the frightening advantage to a whore, to give the woman that little bit of chance to hurt her. ”That pleasure is something I crave to give””and explore your face while you receive” she finished in her mind. Only when those words lingered in the back of her head did she realize just how much she wanted to posses the woman, how little she cared that she was paying her anymore.

Slowly, almost gliding over the dark floor, Amelia came closer to Aislin once more. Holding the glass of wine between her pale fingers, it was less than one breath before Amelia’s body was once again close to Aislin’s. Not touching, but clearly feeling the warmth that was coming off between the two. She smiled and lifted the glass up towards the seductress’s lips, as if she was offering her a sip ”let us not waste time love, I’m not exactly the most patient one…” her voice slightly trembling with the lack of courage and confidence, but Amelia hopped it came off more as eagerness and lack of patience, than the fright of an inexperienced lover.