Haunting (Solo)

[Aislin]

Timestamp: Winter 76, 512 AV

She was hovering over him. Her palms resting on the soft silken fabric on either side of his head. Legs bent at the knees; pushed into his sides, holding him in place. Aislin didn't know his name, but her iced irises were beginning to know his face. His tanned hide, paling now as soft sea foam green eyes looked up at her. Through her, a bubbly white sheen glazing over them as heavy lids drooped to the sides. Concealing upper portions as chestnut strands trickled around the edges of his worn face. Tickling his flesh as they framed him, outlining his faded eyes.

Her plump pink lips, laden with the ink of reddened stick, curled into a knowing smile. The edges pushed her cheeks up; creating dimples where formerly none had rested. Her eyes sparkled with malicious intent as her right hand rose from the bed; its ruffled sheets. The outline of her fingers crawled across his skin; dancing with the other shadows cast by the flickering flames of nearby candles. Trifectal darks strewn about the room.

Slowly, her fingers fell to the outer rim of the man's visage. The stranger's skin was growing cold against her. Lacquered nails sparkling with a clear sheen. She drew the pointer across the edge of bone; ivory, jutting out against sandy skin. She let it rest; she let them all rest for but a moment, before the appendage trailed back up the side.

Pulling the curtain of hair away from his eyes with her movements. With the lifting of the veil; she saw him again. How he had been before.

"You were weak," Aislin whispered, her voice as smooth as water running over stone. "So very weak..."

[Aislin]

He had come to her mere hours before; cloaked. Enshrouded within ashen folds that merely deepened and further intensified his harsh features. Elongated bones which arched across the cheeks in simple flourish. She had thought him one of them at first, but when her own mark didn't rouse, didn't blaze as twisted sun's twin; she knew it couldn't be. Even so, as disappointed as she may have been, Aislin let the stranger enter her chambers.

He had nothing to strip from her, and she everything from him.

But he wouldn't let her outstretched hand remove the veil. Instead, he peeled back his rind, and tore hungrily at the pith. Clawing his raw flesh. Tanned, sparkling with what she thought was oil; grown darker with minimal light. The whore's eyes danced over it, taking everything in. The size of him- broad shoulders, muscles rippling just beneath beds of taut skin. Causing it to jump as he stepped towards her, and in her nakedness, she stood, letting him survey everything he could come to take.

For a price.

A smirk seemed to cross his face as his soft eyes glimmered. She could sense it, his hunger. His desire, as everything came to rise.

The drum of hearts. The speed by which their chests rose and fell with each incoming and outgoing breath. The sound of their measured sighs. She watched as he took a single, calculated step closer, bridging the distance that once rested between them. Out of the corner of her eye, Aislin could see his right hand rising to cup her cheek. His eyes closing as he leaned in and kissed her lips. Slid his tongue into her mouth, offering her something to suck on as his remaining hand slid around her waist onto her lower back. Pulling him possessively into her.

Keep going, her magic whispered. Take me. Now.

Take everything...

[Aislin]

As his hand slid hungrily up and down the length of her back, Aislin's own traced the outline of his arms. Sliding from his wrists onto his shoulders, the hollowed bone that stretched the surface of his smooth skin. They rested even though their tongues still danced as soft moans left his lips, and nearly inaudible sighs of feigned pleasure, her own. Keep going, the magic whispered as her tongue circled his own hungrily. The tip sliding around the surface in endless circuitous streams before pausing at the rise in an attempt to pin the other down as hands followed. Her own cascading down the length of his back, following the ridges along the length of his spine. The stranger's hands seemed to follow suit. Moving their way down to her butt, where they squeezed as he backed them a step closer to the bed.

Aislin's tongue entered the stranger's mouth then. It was cold, and wet, and his tongue hungrier than hers. She could feel his mouth dragging against her extension as she allowed her eyes to close; giving way to renewed feeling. She could feel their hearts pattering against their chests as her magic woke. Yes, keep going, it whispered, as it fought to fill him with a greater sense of lust. Of relentless desire. Keep pushing. Keep going.

Take me.

Take everything.

It fell silent a moment, as their feet slid across the floor. Continuing their waltz, their little game. She could feel him pressing against her then, chest and more, as he drove her back, forcing her onto the bed. The tangled sheets, a deep red. Silken, smooth against her skin. The searing of her fallen sun's mark. His hands slid out from beneath her then, as his body crashed atop hers. Jostling their lips, pulling them away for but an instant, so that they could find their breath.

But within a beat, his were back, pressing her for more.

Aislin gave him everything- she let him strip air from her lungs, chase her ripened tongue as his hands explored the supple curves of her lithe form. Her hands remained largely put, although they circled his back as they continued kissing.

And he continued to grow.

For what felt like an eternity to her, they remained locked, until his body swung, urging her on top. Causing her to open her eyes and pull away, look down upon the man who could now, only look up at her, as legs slid against his side, and hands fell above his head.

"I grow tired whore," the stranger had whispered.

"Than go lie with someone else," the Chaon had replied with an edge of ice in her voice.

"No not with you, not with this," he said, as his lips curled into a delicate smile and his hands offered her behind another strong squeeze. Her gaze must have faltered then, and he must have seen. For the whore knew it was true, she could still feel the validity of it all, same as he. "I want something else."

"What is it?" Aislin asked. "How could I bring you pleasure?" she added as she leaned into him, dangling her lips over his. Her eyes narrowing, gaze hardening as she allowed her chest to fall so he could feel it. How her own form was beginning to mirror his, in all its feminine glory.

"I need a rush," the stranger whispered. "To find my freedom."

The half blood raised a single brow as she hovered. Her lower half sliding slowly over him, to build up a sense of heat. Friction, that wouldn't allow either of them to fall. "You mean your sweet release?"

The man said nothing, he didn't even nod.

"Tantalize me," he had whispered. "Use everything you have. Everything I cannot see to make me feel..."

His voice trailed off.

"Feel what?" Aislin asked.

"Something I never have before."

[Aislin]

"As you wish," Aislin said as she lowered her head, bringing her lips against the portion of the man's neck that slid into the skin just beneath his chin. She pressed them delicately against them as she closed her eyes, allowing them to mold to the supple curves of his binding. She could feel the warmth of him up against her as she slid her lips down. Bringing them in an arc across his neck, onto his collar bone. Down further, onto his pectorals, over his beating heart.

Softly, silently, her tongue trickled between her lips and onto his flesh. She painted it. Small circles, from left to right. Then greedy lines that ran up and down. Her warm breath trickling out of her mouth, her nostrils, causing his flesh to tingle as she returned to her delicate kisses. Trailing just below the first muscular rise.

She couldn't see the creeping shadow. Flexing fingers that finally came together, to lift her chin and open her eyes. "Not like that my love," the stranger whispered, just as he used to.

The entirety of his hand slid under her chin, save for his thumb, which rested against her cheek. Rocking back and forth like the pendulum on an old grandfather clock. It seemed to be smoothing out her skin, before pausing to brush the edge of her lips.

Delicately.

Deftly.

"Then how would you ask that I please you?" Aislin whispered, her eyes softening in confusion, and perhaps, a touch of sorrow. Or at least, what appeared to be sorrow.

"Scare me," the stranger whispered as he drew his hand away, and set it on the sheets.

"What?" she whispered.

"You heard me whore," the stranger whispered as his lips curled into a cruel smile, "scare me."

As you wish, was all the Chaon had time to think to herself, before she shifted.

[Aislin]

The whore leaned in a little closer, forcing their bodies together. Their warmth. It swirled between them, a shared entity, as her tongue slid from between her lips and curled beneath the far side of his earlobe. It slowly followed the slope, before drawing it into her mouth, where she sucked it softly, almost without thought. She held it tenderly for a few moments, before offering a release. Allowing her hot breath to pour onto his moist skin; tingling, as her hands slid closer to their bodies, lifting her a little higher. "Are you sure this isn't what you like?" she asked him, before pausing a moment. "Are you sure this isn't what you want?"

The man only smiled. "I want this too, but... I want you to frighten me as you please me with your lips."

Aislin smiled only too knowingly as her tongue circled his lobe again, and she forced herself to take a deep breath in through the nose and out through the mouth as she forced her darker magic to wake. She could feel her heart beating faster and faster in anticipation, or perhaps, with its rebirth as the dark coals that rested in the center of her eyes expanded. Coming to consume the majority of the ice. As it melted, her gaze hardened, bringing her to raise her right hand off the sheets. She held it over him, her shadow playing against the far side of his face. Darkening the moon- her own pale glimmer.

Are you ready? she wondered. For this?

Slowly, her fingers furled, all save for the one designated to bare the weight of rings. Her eyes sparkled with malice as she dropped his lobe again, and allowed her nail to trace the sharp lines of his cheek bones, under the soft curl of his chin. While she did, he said nothing. Scarcely seemed to breath, scarcely seemed to move. Aislin supposed he was suspended in his wonder. His heart drumming out a tune by which she should move to him. But she didn't follow, and their movements or their lack thereof, became erratic, although, still precise and practiced.

Slowly, her magic began to filter through the pores of her skin, into the air. She could almost sense the fiery sensation crawl against her skin as it began to trickle, and a small black dot, no larger than the entirety of her finger nails, formed just above the man's head. A space right above, and between his eyes.

Aislin smiled wickedly as she sat herself up. Still straddling him, as her finger wavered. Drawing the rippling black mass, forcing it to grow wider and wider, although no less perfectly round, or sometimes, more ovular. She thought in those moments, when she was guiding its growth, that she could make out his eyes widening and the formation of beads of sweat upon his brow. He was perspiring alongside the candles, and she, merely glowing in their flickering light.

After a few moments, a few more breaths, the orb had grown to be the size of her thumb. The hole she had created in the world seemed to flicker. Its edges undulating as her soft movements urged it onwards. Its cold breath seemed to kiss him, as its hunger called. Lifting several stray strands of his hair upwards. Close enough to brush, but not quite. To her own kin, it beckoned also, tugging her own raven locks down. Leaving them to splay across her face, and obscure his vision of her.

Although her own, remained surprisingly clear.

"What are you doing?" the stranger asked her.

"Only what you told me," Aislin whispered, as she forced her ring finger to pause.

"But you're scaring me," he said. "With that." He gulped.

"But isn't that what you wanted?"

There was a long, drawn out silence as their hairs continued to bristle, before being drawn to the void.

She thought she saw him nod. But it was hesitant, reluctant.

[Aislin]

The whore smiled wickedly as she drew her body down his, moving herself closer to his legs. Her finger slowly spinning, giving strength to the rift she had formed in the world. "It shouldn't take you long then," Aislin whispered, as she flicked her finger, guiding the orb even closer to his face.

His brow furrowed, even as clear beads continued to trickle down. "What shouldn't take me long?"

"Your finish," the whore replied wickedly as she moved her behind over his nether regions. She watched as the void licked at the edges of his lifted hair, and his eyelids began to flutter. They seemed heavier to her now, than before. As though he were struggling to keep his eyes open.

And finally they shut, leading her to wind her finger the other way, causing the void to disappear.

I guess you couldn't stand it, Aislin thought to herself.

"You were weak," she whispered, "so very weak," she added, as she climbed off the stranger and dressed herself without looking back.

OOCGuy ain't dead, just unconscious.

[Verilian]

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