Closed [House of Immortal Pleasures] Dark Inquiries (Aislin)

[Abashai]

Abashai's lips lingered above the tender skin of Aislin's abdomen, so close to her womanhood that the aroma of her musk filled his nostrils with every ragged breath inhaled. His scalp tingled as her nails scraped against the sensitive skin, subtle force applied by insistent feminine hands compelling the man to continue his journey south. His lips resumed the trail blazed downward over soft plush flesh, until the warmth of his mouth replaced his hand as the tool of stimulation. Long, tangled locks hung in his face as he devoured her, unoccupied hands now reaching to caress the Chaon's breasts. As the Benshiran worked diligently to please Aislin, she posed again her taunting inquiry. Abashai was pleased to hear the strain in her voice, knowing her body betrayed her under his attentions. Yes, of course he wanted more. He wanted everything, everything he could take from the Ravokian whore.

Everything.

Hands slid from reddened flesh, slick mouth lifted from between her parted thighs. Lifting himself again to his knees, his hands reached down to unfasten his belt. Pride, anger, desire and magic roiled in the Chaon's soul as he tugged down his pants, no longer concerned with seduction or the game they had played. Raw satiation of his lust was the sole purpose of this room, this woman. Crystalline blue eyes, clouded now with his own dark hunger, sought out the azure gaze of the harlot as he guided himself to Ailsin, brushing her opening before filling her to the hilt. holding himself over her with strong arms, Abashai assumed a steady pace, thrusts as firm and rhythmic as the march of Ebonstryfe guards. He was no longer concerned with Ailsin's pleasure, vigorously seeking his own as he drove into the Chaon whore. Grudges, frustration and raw want fueled each forceful plunge, punctuated with sharp breathes. He tried to hold the intensity of Aislin's gaze as he looked down on her, his hair swung around his face and his teeth grit. She could see that he savored her, and the taste of betraying a betrayer. He wished Kialandra could watch, see him taking the whore. He wondered if his mistress would be infuriated or proud of the depth of his treason.

Tension built within him, a tightness at his core that urged the Benshiran to quicken the pace of his rutting, the force of each collision now producing an audible smack of sweat-slicked skin on skin. No words could be formed, his being consumed with the sensation of their union, and only animalistic grunts and groans escaped the man's throat. Eyes slid shut as pressure reached its limits, and with wild abandon and mind-blinding euphoria, the Chaon expelled his release, his efforts not ceasing until he was drained.

Panting, still gyrating slowly, Abashai opened his eyes, taking in Aislin's wicked beauty. Beads of sweat dripped from his brow to splash on her breasts. He spoke no words as he slipped from her, tugging his pants up again around his waist.

Yes...what he wanted.

[Aislin]

He had finished before her. They always finished before her, the Chaon supposed. But this one, he had been quick, and as usual, she had trained herself to scarcely feel what they did. Even as her lips parted, and their ends curled into what seemed to be a pleasured smile. Her eyes sparkling as skin glistened with sweat, and her breasts bounced in time to measured thrusts.

But this one was different.

She knew he sought only his pleasure, but once he had finished the deed, it seemed as though he had regretted it, with the speed by which he dressed himself once more.

"Something wrong Abashai?" Aislin asked him as her hands slid slowly down the length of her body until they found the space between her thighs. Two fingers curling inside to imitate what they had both just done together. "Have you not found your pleasure here?"

There was a pause as her eyes danced over him. Studying him; his closed off features, his sweaty skin.

"Or is your honor as stained as your own skin, now that you have?" Aislin inquired, as she chuckled. A smirk crossing her pale pink lips as the flickering flames illuminated the back of her eyes.

It won't matter now either way, she thought to herself. What's done is done, so you may as well let yourself enjoy it...

Unless you come to realize that you have betrayed yourself in more ways than one...

[Abashai]

Abashai retrieved his shirt, slipping it on and buttoning it up. His eyes darted to Aislin, watching her finish what he had started, slender seductive fingers working herself to completion at her own leisure. She was sin incarnate, even after he had come down from the ecstasy of taking the whore, her sweat glistening body caused an unwelcomed yearning. His body carried the heady evidence of their rutting, sweat and fluid, the aroma sticking to him like an apothecary's perfume, a persistent reminder of his carnal indulgence.

The Chaon witch spoke, her oiled words mocking her trick as she shamelessly touched herself. The prostitute was her Lord's faithful, her deceptions and manipulation employed easily on the novice Benshiran Chaon. Aislin's barb about honor struck something within the man, resonating with what he already felt. It was as if the wicked bitch could see through him. Abashai thought of himself as loyal, but not honorable. Yet when Aislin accused him of staining his honor, the Benshiran sensed the corruption of just that within himself. He was a betrayer, and the depth of his transgressions went beyond defying Kialandra with the whore. Even as he had slid out of Aislin, he knew that, as he expended his carnal desire on her, he had betrayed another. In spite of the fact that he could not remember whom, his soul, in its deepest recesses, twisted sickenly with the knowledge. Abashai was a fallen man.

He turned away from the beautiful creature. Abashai gathered the rest of his things, dug into his pocket, and tossed a handful of miza's onto the couch. Abashai took one last look at his Chaon sister. He had gathered nothing useful as far as his original intent. But, she had taught the Benshiran something about being a devotee to the Chaos Lord, and something about himself.

He strolled from the room.

[Verilian]

. . Thread Award . . Abashai +1 Observation +4 Interrogaton +3 Seduction Lores: Aislin the Whore, Succumbing to Aislin's Hands, Resisting Temptation, Galeal's Thoughts on House Salvatrice, Giving in to Aislin, Betraying Kialandra Expenses: -10gm Aislin +5 Seduction +5 Massage +5 Hypnotism +3 Rhetoric +2 Interrogation Lores: Abashai, Abashai seeks Information about Galeal, Abashai belongs to House Salvatrice Loot: +10gm You Question My Logic? : If you have any questions in regards to your reward, feel free to PM me. Notes: Lol, and I graded this while at work. Anyway, I of course enjoyed the thread, but I should warn you I did get a complaint about it. And while, in my opinion at least, neither of you did anything wrong.. just in the future make sure to put "Mature" or something of that nature in the title of the post, that way people who get offended by such things won't look at it. And if they do, it's their own fault. Anyway, great thread guys. Keep writing! Notice As per the request of the Founders, threads cannot be graded unless your CS is up to date. This means you need to add threads to your thread list when you make new threads, keep your skills up to date, ledger, living expenses, ect. If you aren't up to date, you'll get a PM from me before i grade your thread. If you are up to date, disregard this notice.