Completed [The Herald's Arms] It's Just Business (Matthew)

[Radiant]

!? Even though she was prepared for it, actually experiencing Matthew's rough treatment still took her by surprise. Karin slightly winced and let out a small pained moan when he picked her up and dragging her back against the stone wall. His hands then quickly messed up her clothing articles, leaving her shoulders, chest, and lower body bare. "........" Karin gritted her teeth, closed her serpentine golden eyes, and put her pale hands around his neck; bracing for the inevitable.

"!!!!!" Her scream echoed in the room as Matthew began his assault, she instinctively also wrapped her leg around his waist, struggling to keep her voice together, her body shuddering. She maybe a hundred years old Dhani with powerful Hypnotic ability reinforced by Ionu's mark, but right now, she felt like the powerless human young lass her human form resembled so much. Karin's hypnotic aura died down instantly as all of her being was focused on getting herself together, she had just created a monster, it was her plan but to actually succeed and experiencing it still filled her with excitement and dread at the same time.

Karin winced and her muscles tensed up before being forcefully relaxed due to Matthew's hand acupressure. She couldn't concentrate anymore and the inverted triangle mark dimmed down as her illusion dropped. It was at this time, her stature betrayed her most, she was actually not rather strong. She's flexible and elegant as a dancer, powerful as a hypnotist, illusionist, and manipulator, but a mere hatchling in terms of strength and physical prowess.

"N-no! No... no more!" Her voice lost the dual-nature, echo, and all that mistique, just the helpless voice of a seemingly young girl being assaulted. The feeling were too much and part of her natural survival Dhani instinct kicked in, she futilely struggled and tried to push him off her, but it obviously didn't work. Her mind actually wanted this, for the matriarchal role of the Dhanis to be reversed, she silently hoped Matthew wouldn't take her struggling as real and dropped the play out of concern.

When his tongue entered her oral cavity once more, she got the message and used what willpower she had left to activate her mark, it glowed blue and tastes of random fruits filled Matthew. It was uncontrollable and she just let any fruit that came to her mind flowed through her taste illusion.

She slightly opened her golden eyes and it was losing their light, the vibrant golden hue was seemingly replaced by a dull coloration as her focus went awry and her slit pupils dilated as wide as it could be. "....." She went silent and just let the Emperor Matthew ruled her kingdom.

[Matthew]

He read her body, using that to put the associated plans into action, his foggy mind barely holding onto the cold core of logic that was hidden under all the Seductive layers he had so painstakingly assembled over many long bells. Even though her scream was partially fearful, her leg wrapped him closer and her body shuddered with delight. Even though her voice lost its confidence and dual nature, he focused, refusing to let her catch him by surprise again. In throwing him off guard, she had now strengthened his resolve to see past what he could, going by what he knew and not what he was letting him hear. Finally the sweet taste of fruit flooded his mouth, and he feasted, tongue wrapping desperately around hers to suck the illusion from it. The kiss turned messy and frantic, lapping licks and plunging thrusts, like a glutten who was devouring the most delicious dessert he had ever found. He indulged fully, soft growls of delight echoing from deep inside of his throat. She struggled, the requirement for yet another shift of his mind's puzzle, and his thoughts scattered and then reformed. With one hand slipping to her throat and the other on her rear, he lifted her off the wall, finding it oddly easy to manhandle her. At the same time, something seemed to lighten in the air, and he instinctively filled the new space with his own suggestions, the heat and anger and power swirling feverishly in the air. She pushed and cried out, and was cut off by the force of her body being slammed to the floor, her back connecting with a nearby pillow, the blow just rough enough to knock the breath briefly out of her and remind her of who's she was. He leaned over her, the hand leaving her rear to feverishly work his trousers and underpants from his hips, his body completely baring itself to her now. His lips smashed down, and he eagerly indulged again, something slipping in his mind. While there was the plan playing itself out, the illusion was like a drug, slowly calling on something deep inside of him. Something not planned at all. Something dark and hungry, eager for more of the forbidden fruit. With her dress discarded and her body squirming helplessly under him, the idea of what he had to do to get more slowly solidified in his mind. One hand continued to hold her throat, not choking, merely controlling. A thumb caressed the skin, a small ray of gentleness in the midst of all the dominance. Her cries were a normal thing he encountered, almost every fantasy of this type having them. They would repeatedly be cut off by those messy demanding kisses, and then finally, interrupted by the feel of him taking her. It was a singular stroke, nothing eased or teased, merely one violent thrust. His hand held her throat, another hand held an ankle and stretched her leg out, and his body bucked to drive down into her. Over and over again, and the fruit filled his mind. Was he this sort of man, one who was so easily drugged? Was he simply awestruck by what he had experienced? Thoughts crowded his head as he kissed her, the real horror of what he was only displaying if the taste of fruit ever died away. The pace and force of his blows would increase, mercilessly punishing his new kingdom, and his voice would bellow out as if from far away. "More!" He demanded the taste, drinking any she could muster up, only to strengthen his absurd frenzy if she once again ever ran out. "More!" He shouted, a looming apparition of power and ownership, of dominance and might. Each shout would be followed by his mouth violently lowering, exploring for the illusion of a taste. The only things that would stop him would be sudden violence from her, or the peak of her pleasure hitting her. The last might be required over and over. He distantly held onto his plans and logic as he was tossed about on a wave of hot chaos, seeing himself from the outside. It would take a good while, but there would come a point where he simply collapsed on her in pure and utter exhaustion. Perhaps that would be the best, for both him and his customer. If he could simply hold on.

[Radiant]

"Aa-... aaa.. no..." Karin was definitely losing the battle, in the back of her mind, she was starting to think she bit more than she could swallow (because snakes don't chew). But part of her mind very much relished in the treatment, not many men had the audacity to play around with a master hypnotist, she could send them scattering or bawling over her in just one sentence. Right now? She didn't have the strength, focus, or concentration to put up any real fight.

"Eh?!" Came a voice full of confusion, shock, and bewilderment as her diminutive frame was easily lifted by the man in front of her. "N- GAHAK!!" She didn't even got the chance to protest, not with her body being suddenly slammed to the floor, but it strangely felt not as painful as she thought it would be. A pillow was softening her fall, she had no idea on how the pillow could be there and she didn't care, she silently thanked the pillow for saving her much needed spine. "O...ouch..." She cried out in pain, she only got a couple ticks of rest before Matthew finished unbuckling his lower clothing and continued his work.

"P-please, no mo-?!!" Her plea was once again cut off when Matthew stole her lips, she could only quiver helplessly and try to meekly protest but those words came out as inaudible moans due to him blocking her mouth. "N-n-!!!??" She opened her eyes as wide as it could be, screamed, and her arms tightly wrapped around his back, her nails almost digging into his skin as he took her.

"More!"

"L-let me res-!"

"More!"

"I.. I know! S-so sto-?!!" Matthew was obviously not interested in verbal negotiation, as he continued to assault her. Karin could only oblige and mustered up her dangerously low consciousness and mental faculty to activate her Gnosis once more, bombarding Matthew with the illusion of tastes he so desired. Karin couldn't even lift her head in defiance as one of his strong hand was holding her slim throat.

Even after for so long, he didn't relent. Karin's small body was wracked with agonizing pleasure over and over again, far too much even for a hypnotist like her. She could take on even master hypnotists, but sensations due to physical forces was very different. "A...aaah... n-no... no m-more..." Her body went limp as her golden slit pupils rolled upwards, leaving her white sclera visible. She gave one last exhausted moan before her hands went limp and fell to her side, her feet stopped struggling, her mouth slightly ajar, and finished with her eyelids closing. She got what she wanted, far more than she could expect.

OOCAlright! I will skip the timestamp to next morning when Karin wakes up in my next reply, feel free to do something to her first like uuuh... putting her unconscious body on the bed and accompany her or something.

[Matthew]

His furious frenzy slowed as his senses came back to him, logic and control overtaking his mind as he realized his customer was satisfied. For a few silent moments, he simply knelt there, hands still holding her and blue eyes watching carefully. She seemed to be asleep, or extremely out of it, and his crystal gaze soon sharpened to ice. His mind flicked through what had just happened, sorting through the painted memories in his head, trying to make sense of the muddled images. He felt his tongue lick his dry lips, and he realized he was still hungry, swollen mouth somehow remembering the taste of multiple pieces of delicious fruit feeding him all at once. His brow furrowed, and he stared at the strange girl beneath him, not sure how he felt about this. He was used to being in control of his exterior, keeping himself separated from what he did in here and how he actually was inside. Somewhere though, that line had been blurred, and he had taken over the facade. He had been the one to want whatever she had done, and he had been the one to want it desperately. He had used his skill set as a means to get it, but really, he had been the one who craved it. Even while torn, he still took care of his customer. Using what strength he had left, he gently lifted her small body, carrying her in a tender manner to the nearby bedside. He gathered the pillows from around the room, previously placed specifically for tossing customers around. Fluffing a few of them, he slipped them underneath her head, and completely undressed any other bits of clothing she still had dangling from her. He walked over to the doorway and leaned out of it, getting the attention of a nearby attendee and asking quietly for a mug of water. It was quickly fetched for him, and he placed it on the little drawer beside the girl in bed. It would be there if her abused mouth awoke and was thirsty. Slipping into bed next to her, he curled around her, wrapping his tall warm body around her own. He closed his eyes, but did not sleep, still bothered by what had happened. Still curious about the taste, he couldn't figure out if he should be... offended or not. Had he been manipulated? Had he manipulated her? He heavily doubted the second. His hand absentmindedly stroked through her hair as he laid there, unable to sleep for the rest of the night.

[Radiant]

The Herald's Arms, 7th of Bell, 41st of Summer 513 A.V

In the same room after the passionate night, golden pair of eyes slowly opened and focused. Blinking rapidly to get her consciousness together, Karin moaned in pain as she felt soft bruises all cross her body and her waist and hips aching, shooting continuous beating pain through her. She found strong gentle arms, the same arms who utterly battered her last night, wrapping around her along with the body warmth of Matthew. Karin's cold-blooded body enjoyed this warm feeling, it relaxed her tensed muscles.

Feeling the sheets with her legs, she found out that she was lying on a bed, clothless. The man beside her seemed to be not sleeping, just laying there beside her. Karin had to admit, he had a lot of stamina to not fall asleep after what happened yesterday night. "......" Karin looked up to him and offered him a silent greeting, just a small acknowledging smile. Feelings of appreciation and gratitude lashed upon Matthew as Karin expressed herself though her hypnotism.

She gently wriggled herself out of the bed, groaning in pain during the process, she located her scattered clothes and cloak then picked them up and put them on the table. "....." Karin noticed the water-filled mug and lightly frowned, did someone came in and witness their state during her sleep? She quickly dismissed the thought, it was most likely Matthew was the one who requested the water. She picked it up and gently drank some of the contents, then her mischievous illusionist mind cranked itself. Ionu's mark on her skin glowed and the water shifted to... wine, complete with the smell and taste.

"....." Still clothless, she faced Matthew and offered him the mug of 'wine', a small mischievous smile on the corner of her lips. After he accepted, Karin knew he would remember his train of questions and most likely ask them again. She was willing this time, it's the least she could do after conveniently used her powers to get a free pass.

[Matthew]

It wasn't as much stamina as near obssessive willpower. He was determined to be awake when she awoke, and he had managed it. The man looked worn, his normally bright eyes faded and dull, with dark circles under his eyes. As she stirred and shifted a bit under his arms, it took him a few seconds to react, and when he did move it was accompanied by multiple cracks and pops that rippled through his muscles. He groaned, nodding in response to her smile, her movements requiring him to shift off of her. He did so, though not with a few additional groans and grunts. The feelings of appreciation that washed over him caused him to pause, eyes brightening briefly as he realized what was going on. It was the first time of their encounter that he realized what magic she had been using, and this caused even more discomfort in him. It was a mixture of feelings, really. She was his customer, so she should be able to do what she wanted. But when did he draw the line? The people in Syliras didn't hold any dark fantasies, and always treated the Herald's employees quite well. How would he handle it when he one day had to deal with a rapist, or a murderer? She was none of those things, but she had exerted some level of control over him. What if he ever lost total control of himself? Shifting uncomfortably, he stored the thoughts in the back of his mind for later processing. He knew the dangers and the horrors of the life he had chosen. That is why he had decided to start here, in what he had thought would be the safest place of them all. He absentmindedly took the water she offered him, and just in time realized that it had been changed to wine. He stared at it, then set his jaw, the frustration welling up within him again. His blue eyes shot up and he focused, sucking Djed from the pit of his stomach. It flowed to his eyes and then burned, the harlot expending it to find and mold with her Aura. He wasn't good with Auristics, and had tried to learn it for a very different purpose... but for now, he wanted to know what was going on. While he tried to discover something from her, if he was even able, he set down the mug and fixed his gaze upon her own. "Please explain how you keep doing that. The taste of fruit, changing the water... it doesn't make sense. Is it Hypnotism? I use it, but I didn't think it capable of all that." He didn't feel worried about mentioning his magic to her. He had this feeling it wouldn't really work on her even if he tried to use it. And really, he felt he had a better weapon that seemed to work really well when fighting against the clever- Whatever she was. He eyeballed her lips again, remembering the fruit. A dark shade passed over the light blue and he bit his lower lip, remembering the overwhelming hunger for a split second. Shivering, he tried to discard the memory, still not at all comfortable with it.

[Radiant]

Karin tilted her head slightly to the right in enjoyment when Matthew was, again, bewildered by her illusion. She coyly approached him, seducing him with her bare body, and extended her right hand to gently rub his strong left cheek. Due to Matthew sitting down on the side of the bed, Karin's short stature now could be on eye-level with him.

She noticed he was eyeing the inverted triangle mark on her skin... and her chest at the same time. Karin's smile slowly grew into a light grin, her golden eyes narrowed and her dual-natured voice spoke inside his mind, sending him her thoughts through her hypnotism.

"It's not magic... not mine at least... It's..."

She then slowly closed her eyes, hugged Matthew's neck with her arms, and planted a deep kiss to his lips. The taste of wine washed over Matthew and something extraordinary happened to him that moment... Matthew could feel Karin's powers being unleashed as her hypnotic aura expanded, completely overpowering him. Together with her kiss and taste illusion, it would leave him stunned and unable to act as she began to tell him what he wanted to know... through hallucination.

A vision forcefully invaded itself to Matthew's mind, he would see a group of people, travelling performers to be exact, all bearing the same inverted triangle mark. Then he would see them performing various illusions that could fool even the most observant, then... the images swirled into a pulsating hole... a flash of blue exploded in his mind and slowly receded, leaving the vivid image of an elaborate inverted triangle with the carved words of "Inverted, children of Ionu, The Trickster, God of Illusion".

"Ha..." Karin moaned in pleasure at the deep longing kiss and she slowly pulled away, she then nuzzled her forehead with Matthew, her eyes as if telling him 'Are you satisfied now?'

[Matthew]

His mind screamed an alarm as he sensed a very familar thing washing over him, and saw the look her eyes. The alarm was much too late (or too weak), and was quickly drowned out by both the throbbing of his mouth on hers. He wasn't even aware of that, really. He was aware of nothing, but then everything, all at once. He was looking at himself from the outside in, kissing her merely through years of trained instinct, his body not at all under his control any more. He tried to lift his arms to push her back, but instead found himself picking her up, strength flooding his veins to tug her onto his lap. He tried to pull back, but instead pressed forward, arms around her body to keep her from moving a single inch out of the kiss. He wanted to scream at himself, to wake himself out of the stupor, but he couldn't. He could only moan into the kiss, matching her own sounds of pleasure. His last thought was a single moment of both anger and hypnotic happiness, and then he was gone. His mind was no longer his own. This Other Matthew clung to her, just as intoxicated with her body as he was her vision. The people and the images swirled in his mind, and he smiled, delighted to see all their tricks. Ionu was a name familar to him, an image of a book he had recently purchased briefly flickering through his memories, part of a plan he had devised. A trick he had wanted to play, and who better to reference than the Trickster itself? The kiss was broken, his mind returned, and the Other Matthew ceased to exist. Matthew blinked, his lips sore, his eyes dazed. Memories of what had just happened seeme distant, as if they were just memories he had held from long ago. He stared at her, brow dripping with sweat, the taste of tongue and wine still on his lips. After a few silent moments of just trying to gather himself, he slowly nodded, forehead slipping against hers. He understood, though he wasn't sure if he was satisfied. But, he did want to know one thing. For future reference. "How can I find you again? Or is it simply you that tend to do the finding?" He still had something to do in this city, and if he needed to, he would see if she wanted to help him. She was a worshipper of the Trickster. Perhaps she could appreciate his desire to test the extent of his plans. He felt he knew what he needed to do to make sure she remembered him. If the encounter of tonight would only stay on her mind for a few hours or days, then he would leave something that would last much longer than that. His mouth slipped downwards, continuing to play her game. His tired body ached, but he forced himself, mouth and teeth finding her neck. With a hungry growl, he sucked and bit, tugging at the flesh skillfully to form a perfect purple bruise. She could stop him of course, but he suspected she wouldn't. Not if it got her another trophy like all the other ones littering her body at the moment. He lifted his mouth, eyes on hers, the tired blue windows turning to ice for a brief second. "I eventually want to put on a show in Syliras. A trick, I suppose you could say. Feel free to come and watch. This whole city is just a practice stage." He offered her a small smile, finding some enjoyment in being the one who was a tad cryptic for once.

[Radiant]

"He..." Karin closed her eyes and nuzzled her cheek into his chest, sitting on his lap with her legs spreading and hugging his waist, fully relishing in her subtle dominance. Not obvious, but the fact she could toy around with Matthew's attitude, turning the once calm man into a ravenous beast was an achievement in itself.

Karin did not move or answer when he told her he wanted to see her again, she knew he would want to see her again, once you got a taste of Ionu's illusion, not many couldn't be addicted to crave more and more. She lashed him with the thought words of "Don't worry..." through her powers, it was an ambiguous sentence, it could mean that he didn't have to worry about finding her again because they would see each other soon or this would be the first and last time they ever met.

"Ah..." She moaned again when she felt pricking sensation as Matthew gave her another mark, a mark of his own. She seemed to ignore his statement about putting a show in the Fortress City when she separated herself from him and proceeded to wear back her clothes, finishing by putting her cloak and pulling down her hood, once more concealing her features.

But she didn't ignore him, she heard him, just as before she made her leave, Karin approached him, her right hand entered her cloak and picked up something from it. She then held his right hand with her left, opened it up, and dropped the object into his hands before using both of her hands to clasp Matthew's hand, forcing him to take it. Matthew could feel something akin to cold iron was in his right hand.

She then approached close and positioned her lips near his left ear, whispering softly and seductively... the first audible words she actually spoke since she woke up "Surprise me..." It was a response to his previous statement. Giving him a final peck on his cheek, Karin made her way to the door, unlocked it, and left the key in the hole. She then openned the door and left the room, closing the door behing her and leaving Matthew alone.

When Matthew opened his palm, he could see... a necklace complete with the pendant, with beautiful silver chains and for the pendant, a glittering blue inverted triangle-shaped decoration made with high-quality cold iron. It's a silent answer by Karin that they would see each other again... or at least one of the The Inverted.

OOCAlright! This should be my last post for the thread. Post your last reply and I'll give you your grades.

Awesome threading with you, Matt.

[Matthew]

He watched her dress, the harlot finally back to his composed state. He was still unsure how to feel about her, and made once last lazy attempt to scan with his Auristics. He barely put any effort into the task, and as soon as the girl had left, he flopped back into the bed. Closing his eyes, he was about to cast all thoughts aside until he felt the cold iron pressing into his hand. Remembering that she had given him something, he let the necklace dangle out of his hand and hang from one finger. The glittering symbol spun in front of him, and he stared, curious how he should react. For some reason, he didn't trust the symbol. Much like he didn't trust the girl, he was highly suspicious of everything and anything she would give to him. After a moment's consideration, he slowly donned the necklace, the pendant falling right in line with the symbol of Yahal hanging from his neck. He found some amusement in the contrast, a light smile touching at his tired lips before he flopped back into the bed. Lazily pulling the blankets over his bare form, he rolled over, allowing his tired body a deserved rest. His eyes flickered closed, and he slept, aching muscles finally relaxing. Even as he slept he dreamed, unaware the girl and her symbol would continue to haunt him for some time to come. He, the one who held onto his mind of pure thought and logic, had been swept away in emotion and lust. His sleep caused him to toss, but it was still sleep.