Completed [Rearing Stallion] Working while Learning

[Matthew]

She would end up being a natural at this. Desire was something that he had to shut off at times, and he was definitely having to kill the flames with her. She had many more natural weapons than he cared to admit, though he was fairly sure that she knew about quite a few of them. Though she was extremely fit, there was curve in the appropriate places. Her lips were full and her eyes were expressive, and her body was intensely open to expressing what it wanted. That was a huge strength when it came to seduction. Being open with your body, open with what you wanted, and proud of it. Confidence, perhaps. Whatever the case, it was a quality that she would find extremely useful in any attempts she would make with her soon-to-be learned skills. He'd let her find that out for herself. "Fitness." His chest lightly flexed out, the hard muscle underneath pressing perfectly to the sharpness of her nail, forcing it to dig in just a little bit. "Every body type can be appreciated, but all for different reasons. For instance, your fitness accomplishes two things in a mind. At first glance, a man is likely going to let his thoughts wander to two things." He broke the boundary as well, his hand slow and achingly patient. He knew his movements were a tease, and that was all part of it. She had ample time to see where his outstretched finger was going, to imagine how it would feel when it got there, and to imagine where it would go next. Plenty of time was given to let her imagination run wild before his warm fingers hit home. "A fit body makes a path. You instantly see new places to touch your fingers to." Without breaking eye contact for a moment, his touch finally brushed against her. It was precisely placed, at the tip of the right half of the chiseled V that was imprinted upon her hips. He just barely brushed it, then ran his fingertip down, tracing the V as it dipped towards the middle. Only when it hit her loincloth did he pause. "See? The finger can settle into the dip, and simply roll along it." His finger drifted upwards this time, catching to the defined lines on her stomach and tracing them as well. His touch was incredibly light, only barely there. "Imagination is key. Men are visual creatures. They love what they see, and they adore imagining even more. All body types allow for a certain sort of imagination, and yours is no difference." "Hair." While his fingertip roamed her stomach and hips, his other hand came up. He stepped just a bit closer, body grazing her own in a subtle tease. The harlot seemed to be all about those. His eyes scanning her earlier, looking for weaknesses... he had formulated a plan of torture, and if she put the pieces together, she would realize it was being carried out. "Long hair is often a favorite of men. It can look alluring, beautiful, sexy. For a certain type of man, it also serves one purpose." She would feel his fingertips brush through her hair, and then suddenly tighten. There was a blaze of heat that he felt at the sight of her looking up at him through her eyelashes, but he quickly corrected that, tugging her hair to force her head to angle it up suddenly. "It gives them a way in which to manhandle. Tossing it, running your fingers through it, they all help bring this to mind." "Touch." His eyes were sharp, focused, staring down at her without pause. The fire raged within them, calm and controlled, but with the right amount of wildness behind them. "You can do so much to a man to make him desperately want to touch you, and even your own touch can make it that much... better. Notice how I use light touches. Many men are about instant gratification. When you take your time with everything, it only drives them that much more insane for you. Approaching them. Seducing them. Touching them. Everything." He paused his finger, slowly drumming the other fingers down upon the surface of her bronze skin. Patiently tapping out a beat, smiling down at her teasingly. Alluringly. "See how it all combines together to prepare? It isn't sex, or even directly pointing towards the outcome of sex. It all teases, hints, and lets the person on the other end imagine. It helps their minds run wild. It is a hook, a way to get them addicted. An opening line, a touch, a glance. Confidence. Anticipation." Leaning down, his forehead brushed against her own, he continued to speak. His lips were now just close enough so that whenever they formed words, they lightly brushed against her own. "I am just talking. Something simple. But wouldn't you rather I shut up and use my tongue and lips for something else?" His blue eyes studied hers for a few moments longer, as if making sure the lesson had hit home. Hopefully she was distracted enough for his next trick to successfully work. Tugging her hair backwards just a bit, pressing the flat of his hand to her stomach, he gave her a sudden push. If it all worked out, she would find herself stumbling backwards, her rump jarring into the corner of a nearby table. It was still filthy with mugs and spilled ale, but Matthew's eyes didn't seem to care. "Clean the table, as if you were simply doing your job. But seduce me. Use what I taught you. Not touch, not yet. Soon. Part of seduction is making it part of your natural routine. Making the target think that you are doing something special for them, while for everyone else, you are just cleaning a table." The theory had been stated. Now it was time for the practical application. His hands flickered down over the buttons of his shirt, popping them open. In a lazy arch, he tugged the shirt off his shoulders and chest, revealing his golden toned body. He rolled his shoulders, the entire upper half of his body rippling in a little show. The Myrians were warriors. They knew battle, they knew how to kill. Matthew, when he put his mind to it, was a completely different type of warrior. It would become more and more apparent that he was designed to disassemble a woman. He had crafted himself from the ground up. He was wanting to get better, and better. He had no doubt she would handle him easily on any other battlefield. But this one? He was the general. He was the teacher. "If you do well, I will take it to the next part." His voice was firm. Still confident. Just a little professional. They would both learn a lot from this particular lesson.

[Kaie]

As the muscle of his pectoral flexed, she could feel the pressure he created. The way her nail was invited to press into his chest. The woman couldn't help but pause there on that simple motion, wondering what it'd be like to drag her nails across his skin. If only that damned shirt wasn't in her way....

His voice snapped her back from her errant thoughts and she listened intently. Soaking in each word like a sponge. Absorbing and remembering. Yet the sponge that did all that wasn't her brain. Kaie was memorizing with her body. To a warrior, muscle memory was imperative and often a driving force of success in battle. It eliminated hesitation and insecurity. Just action and reaction. So with each visual image he projected, every piece of information he provided, she stored in her very being. Letting it become a part of her. Gradually diminishing the separation between instinct and intellect. All slowly becoming one.

She caught her breath rather suddenly at his unexpected touch. So focused had she been on his eyes and his full lips as he spoke, she hadn't realized he had been on the move. His touch was soft, angelic in nature, brushing her hips. Then lower, and lower.

She wanted him...He made her want him.

His other hand came to harmonize with its twin, twining itself in her hair. He forced her head back then. Something the squire had enjoyed plenty of ironically. It caught her attention, the masculinity of the gesture. A Myrian woman through and through, she felt yet again challenged by the move. Like she needed to upscale it with one of her own. To right the wrongful assumption of control the male imposed. To return the balance to her world again. It was the fact he was her mentor in this art that kept her from further imposing herself upon him, as much as she wished to.

Instead she remained silent and concentrated. His body pressed against hers lightly was calming. Each trace of his trained fingers returned the controlled wildness to her. All she could do was listen. Their bodies were communicating clearly. They were intimate, professional like that of ballroom dancers. An alluring partner to teach her the steps of a complicated waltz. A dance she was prepared to master. Oh, but how distracting he was... His lips murmuring against hers when he spoke then. Teasing her. Torturing her. He was right, too. She wished to shush him with a finger, or with her lips. To convince him to let her have a taste of what he had in store for her. Kaie remained in control of herself by some sort of cruel miracle. That wasn't to say it was by choice.

Without warning he yanked her hair back and pressed his hand into her. He caught her by surprise. Shock was riddled in her eyes, the only thing that betrayed her poker face. Her backside stumbled back into the table, hands flying back to support herself on its edges. The gentle shake of the surface caused a mug to fall over and another to roll off the table. A simple clink signaled one completed its journey to the floor.

Despite the mess, Kaie had only eyes for Matthew. How could she advert her gaze now when he stood there, bare chested, telling her to seduce him? This was application to a lesson she couldn't pass up. No, she didn't want to pass up. Just as quickly as his hand came was it gone again. An effective tease that both frustrated her and drove her insane. Addicted and internally begging for his touch to return.

She was lost for a moment, not just within the curves of his chest, but with the idea of a seduction sans touch. Touch seemed so important to her. It was so powerful. Having impact without such a key item was truly going to be difficult and she was no professional. Not like Matthew. She created space then by slipping from him and moving to the opposite side of the table. Just enough distance to keep herself from making contact. To make the detachment real.

Kaie shifted her weight to one side and ran her fingers through the soft curls of her hair. She ruffled it some, letting it shift and fall softly behind her shoulders. Thinking. Suddenly her vacant eyes locked on the rag on the center of the table. A weak plan formed, she decided to go for it. She grabbed a hold of the rag and pulled it to the edge of the table. With it sitting exactly at her middle, she lifted a second hand to press into the rag, pushing it slowly toward the middle of the table. She stopped only when she had reached the center, lower stomach pressed to the edge, and hips shot back to allow greater reach. A simple, slow, casual motion that was nothing more than a lazy scrubbing of a table. Until she drew it back.

Her back arched and her shoulders straightened, bringing attention to her rising chest as she prepared to pull back. All a seemingly mediocre move, like Matthew had demanded, if not for the moment she drew her chin up. Immediately the vacancy in her eyes was gone. Replacing it was the intensity of desire. Firelight drove the amber hues into a lustful dance. One that was still somehow softened. No one in his position could've been oblivious to the fact such a glance was for him. Only him. He was her target. It was her turn to draw out the movements and set the stage. So she did.

Lazily, she pulled her body back from the flat of the table, hips coming forth to press into the edge again. Still she refused to look at him. Not yet. Her eyes adverted his gaze entirely and opted to rest off to one of the filthy corners of the room. One hand tossed the rag to land just barely on his half of the table. The second hand rose to rub itself from the neck of her vest to its bottom. Appearing like she was just ridding her hands of excess alcohol. Kaie turned on her heels, right side of her hip against the large table. Eyes still elsewhere. Her fingers closest to the table extended gently, drawing themselves leisurely along the edges. One foot lifted before the other in a slow stride. Painstakingly slow with her chin down and eyes moved to her feet. Until she reached him. Their toes just inches from one another. Bodies separated only by the space he required. The thinnest of lines.

That when she finally lifted her chin to look at him. The movement was slow. Deliberate. What she was doing was obvious. Her eyes were directed right at his pelvis. She took her time to study him, dragging her gaze up his center. Appreciating him. Getting to know every peak and valley that made up his abs and chest. Only when she was halfway did those amber eyes flash up to peer at him through thick lashes. The softness and fake sense of coyness had left. Now it was a vivacious stare that only reflected that look of his before. The look of his now. Her expression conveyed one thing: her craving for him. Deep pools of amber found their final resting place was on his lips again. Kaie leaned in, lips parting in a warm breath as she did. Their mouths so close to touching. Finally a ghost of a smile crept onto the edges of her lips as she studied his.

"How did I do?" She asked with uncertainty, doing her best to remove doubt from her voice at her own actions. She was not experienced. She held little skill at all. Anything she had done was simply the product of his teaching. Teachings she was quick to apply. Whether or not she had done so correctly would be revealed by her instructor.

[Matthew]

There was this feeling in the air, and he was having to use just about every tidbit of knowledge he had to fight against it. He was trained enough not to fall prey to her charms, even if she was an attractive and alluring woman. He could wave those flames away and lock them down within him until they vanished, and keep going like the professional he was. He had done it before, and he would do it again. He was certainly like any other man, and could appreciate such a show. But what kind of harlot would he be if he fell for the taught seduction of his student? No, this was something else. She had this gleam to her eye. She had this flex to her body, and her jaw was set. He had this feeling that if he wasn't careful, she would end up grabbing him, tossing him on the floor, and mounting him. He didn't have a real problem with that, per say. It would cost. But with the look in her eye, would she even pay? Or would she just have her way with him and then walk out the door with an amused smile? A shudder briefly overcame him as he remembered the two Isurian women. That had been an experience. He would have to figure out how to act if his product was stolen. It wasn't like he could call the Knights and demand that they give him the last two hours back. He cast the thought out of his mind, deciding to try and trust her. It was probably just a part of her natural aura. A part of the natural feel of her. Nothing to be worried about. Unless she liked her men worried. For such a straight-forwardly intense woman, she was slowly starting to become a rather complex puzzle. A short nod complimented her choice to move to the other side of the table, his voice soft, as if not wanting to destroy the mood she had managed to generate in the air. "Good. Make the target crave touch. To make him want is not enough. It needs to be more. He needs to ache for you. Need." His voice was low, erotic, intense. He took this as seriously as any Myrian would take a battle. This was his battleground, if he thought about it enough. This is where he danced with others, where others paid him to win. To completely and utterly beat them in whatever delicious way they decided, if it be by soft touch or whipping hands. His arms tightened over his chest as he watched her display, nodding at times. She might take pleasure in the fact that he would show visible signs of physical approval, with flexing muscles and a clenching jaw. He managed to cut it off each time though, his eyes burning brightly before settling down to a controlled inferno. It was an odd feeling, to be so aware of the line that the Harlot walked. He didn't step away though, nor look away. Instead, he let her see that her movements were admired. He roamed eyes over everything she made a point to show off, intimately detailing her hips and rear. Then, her straightened shoulders and her chest, and finally her eyes. His gaze made the journey from her waist to her head, and there he gave a final nod, and an uttered word. "Good." He let himself be swept up in it, losing himself in the amber glow and the softness of it all. The desire. He answered her appropriately, eyes flickering in turn, matching flame for flame. Yes his eyes said in silent praise. That's exactly it. The touch she drew down her chest was a perfect addition, and her slow steps leaked out utter confidence in her body and what she was doing to him. He spoke again, words soft, still trying not to break the trance she had put herself in. "Excellent. It doesn't matter if the movement is awkward, or if you feel it is awkward. Confidence makes up for a lot of things. Remain confident that you are alluring, that they like what they see. Accept nothing else. Some men like to see a woman break, like to see a girl without confidence come to them for it... but that is an entirely different ballgame, one I do not think you would be suited for. Nor would you enjoy." His eyes followed her as she walked up to him, and even though he felt that feeling again, he still opted not to step back. Not to retreat from the woman in front of him. He contained this feeling, locking it behind another door, shelving it on a bookcase that held all the other feelings. Instead he merely stood, his raging fire beating against her as she stepped closer and closer to him. When she slowly looked up, he couldn't help but nod again, approving of her methods. She was doing exactly what he had shown her. Analyzing him. Studying him. then she was peering up at him through her lashes again, a move that reminded him far too much of secret dreams. She had pulled off everything so effectively that even the experienced harlot nearly found himself leaning forward, something he quickly scolded himself for before offering her a smile smile. "You did well. Confidence, allure, showing off yourself and letting the imagine run wild. The hip movements and your position would make someone want to bend you over the table for something entirely different, and your teasing touches and glances only make them want it that much more." He paused, then added on some criticism. "Some of the movements were awkward, but that comes in time. And like I said, if you keep confidence in yourself and let it show, then most of the time it won't even matter. Now, for the other part you requested." Touch. His hands slowly slipped apart, his arms unfolding. Once again, his touch was casual, but this time it was so very different. She would be able to guess where he was going by the path of his hand and the shape, and the slowness at which he took to get there. Soon though, he would find his gentle palm cupping her cheek, fingers spread out just a bit. His thumb found her lower lip, and he glanced down at it, studying. The touch was so very light that it almost wasn't even there, but he still somehow managed to lightly tug her lip out, almost guiding it into a little pout. It was as if he was priming her lip for his teeth, which would soon make a showing, digging into his own lip. He looked so very hungry, if she glanced up into his eyes. Soon though, his hand would trail lower, curving the fingertips down to trace along her jaw and then down the flesh of her throat. Her chest wasn't spared, his fingertips not even hesitating to slip down the center, achingly close to brushing her breasts. A single finger hooked on the button of her vest, and he plucked it, a small smile playing across his lips as he teased at it. It did not pop free though, merely teased at the idea before his hand trailed lower, finding the smoothness of her stomach and caressing it, only to then caress along the line of her waist. He was slow and methodical, eyes and smile daring her to break underneath him. To admit that he was abusing her. To admit she needed. "Still teasing, you may notice. Seduction isn't the actual act of sex, though there can still be seduction in the act. I try to stay away from directly sexual touches. While quite a few things can help you get a person into bed; alcohol being a popular choice- I would rather use more natural methods. All of the touches merely hint. Hint at a kiss, a caress, a touch of somewhere that truly matters. When that touch is actually given, then the aching of the wait makes the gratification that much better." Suddenly, boldly, his finger dipped, a single one barely skirting past the border of her loincloth. He didn't dip low enough to touch her heat, but instead, found a place right above it and just pressed. Right between her waistline and her heat, a firm press and a quick revolution, which would hopefully generate a warm bolt of electricity. Just as quickly as he had taken the moment, he pulled his finger back out, slowly tracing it up one of her hip lines. "The Mons, that place is called. Remember?" His smile was devious at this point, but deep in his eyes, there was still that calculating ice. Still a cold spot buried somewhere among all that fire. It was what controlled him. Centered him.

[Kaie]

She succeeded and that was all the mattered. Sure, some of her attempts were in fact awkward by lack of experience. Shoddy at best. All in all he seemed satisfied with her application of his lessons. He somehow managed to cancel a negative with positive attributes. She had won his praise was something more. It didn't last long, but for a fraction of a second it was present. Kaie could feel herself hooking Matthew. Making him feel what he had made her feel before. Then as quickly as it came, it was gone again. Lost in an expression of professionalism. Always so objective.

Then there it was. Touch. His hand was upon her cheek and his thumb dropped her lower lip. Soft hands. Hungry eyes. The hand slid from her face, down her body. When he toyed with her vest's fastening, she was just about ready to take control of his hands. To force him to give into her wishes and touch. Actually touch. Before she could act on such an impulse, Matthew's hand was at her stomach and tracing her waist. He was so smooth in character, and she hated him for it. For such "mere touches" he was being awfully loud. Kaie was about to protest him, to ask a question even, but before she could he surprised her. Upon his contact, a warmth spread through her entire being. Like a lightning strike, it concentrated at the epicenter, later letting the smaller bolts disburse. It took her breath away and shut her up immediately. He proved himself an expert yet again. The Mons. She'd have to remember that.

Oh the way he looked at her though. That devilish grin accentuated by his cold, icy blue eyes. He was vicious and cruel. She couldn't get enough. The abuse was becoming like a life line she required to survive. A life line she so desperately wanted to break. To shred to bits if only to have him once. That was the effect he had on people. It wasn't desire or lust. It was absolute necessity for his services. The things they'd do to feel his touch...

I wonder how he'd like the roles reversed...

Impulsively she changed her track of mind entirely. Her expression was new, a mix of vacancy and elemental lust. She wasted no time, aiming only for the blessing of surprise. Her lips came in closer, but this time at an angle. She moved her head to be just below his ear and exhaled a cool breath onto his skin. Simultaneously, one hand lifted to spread her fingers across the underside of his jaw. Right in the space where the corner of the bone met the neck. The second hand was cupped and rested softly on the inner curves of his abdomen. Kaie rubbed slowly up and down the side abs, taking her time with her motions as he had. The first hand teased about his throat before making its way down to his collarbone, then his chest where she circled his right nipple, finally easing down the length of his abs. Sensual movements that were never hurried. Funny how one's own poison can be so toxic. Lifting her chin up, her lips were just inches from his ear lobes. She grinned invisibly at the side of his face.

"Like...This?" She cooed at him slyly, abruptly gliding that wandering hand further south. Kaie stopped it when her middle finger pointed down to hover just above his package. Light, deviously angelic touches. When her revolution of his body was complete, she let her hand slip back to her sides. She drew her head back to look up at him again, waiting for approval or discipline. Even then, she hadn't brought herself to starve herself of him. Though her hands were gone, her pelvis was still against his. The nerves in her hand twitched at her sides, begging to return to their previous resting places. Her eyes were animated again. Vivacious. She was insatiable.

[Matthew]

He had seen something like this before. There were many times when people saw the ice in the deepest part of his eyes, and took it almost as a challenge of sorts. They wondered if they could melt him, delighted in making the man whore dance to their tune, found arousal in bowing the teacher and making him become the student. He had dealt with it before, and knew various ways to combat it. He felt like he could combat her seductiveness, but there was something else in the air that he was still worried about, and it really bugged him to not be able to put a finger on it. There was something else to her flame. It wasn't just desire, or hunger, or anything as normal as that. No, there was underlying heat. The look in her eyes was a familar one, and he clung to that. It was a classic method of coping; clinging to what he knew. He let his body react as it should, a vital part of teaching this sort of thing being able to allow the student to see what reactions their actions would normally bring about. Really, he didn't even have a chance to try and mask any reactions in the first few seconds of her show. She had moved quickly, not asking any questions, merely going for it and applying what he had been showing her with his touch. A slight wince mixed with a shiver was her reward for breathing below his ear, the skin twitching in delight from the sudden warmth. Then, his jaw flexed, showing off the strength and straightness of the bone by tensing it against her spread fingers. His stomach, reacting to fingertips with a push of the defined muscle, reminding her of one of the things she seemed to like most. As she rubbed, each and every piece of stomach she brushed across rippled and flexed in time, dancing to her fingers as her fingers danced against them. Then, she was moving the other hand lower, tracing a firm chest that shivered just like the rest of his body. He was actually fairly impressed with her restraint. She seemed more like the type to rip his clothes from his flesh and have her way. To see the teasing smile and feel the controlled motions almost made him proud. For all the heat her roaring flame seemed to give off, Kaie was actually keeping it contained and calculated. Then her hand dipped lower, and he visibly tensed, the ice growing for a moment. His stomach hardened, and she would likely see the set of his jaw. There was a line about to be crossed, though it was an odd one. It was a line that could be erased for coin. It actually wasn't greed on Matthew's part. Merely professionalism. How could he call himself an escort, or even a prostitute, if he gave away his body for free? Or perhaps in teaching, he did give part of himself away for free. He pondered this for a moment, but as if picking up on his thoughts, the woman pulled away. Glancing his blue eyes at hers, he studied her for a moment, sensing the tension in the air. The inferno was stoked. And she had that sly look to her face. She was enjoying this. The firm press of her hips to his signaled that she definitely wasn't done with the lesson. Depriving her, he pulled away, keeping a close eye as he did. He felt in danger, like he needed the distance. He still couldn't put his finger on that. Still, they did have a job to do. She would probably make the mess worse if he let her. Grabbing the washcloth he had discarded, he absentmindedly started to scrub down some of the tables he had managed to clear of their assorted and arranged dishes. He was slow and precise with his pace, but the whole time, the heat didn't fade. The lesson continued on, even with the distance. For her, the distance might make it even worse on her current state of mind. "Very good. Self control. Not giving in to your wants, if you had them. Teasing, sly, playful... you do it well. I feel like you are a natural fit. What do you think of your performance? Do you notice anything about it? How is it different from mine?" His voice was soft, eyes were steady. The questions weren't there to torment her, but were actually a part of the lesson. He was curious on her view, especially when it came to herself. Did she know she was naturally alluring, as a woman that was definitely exotic to Syliras?

[Kaie]

Kaie worked to keep the disappointed scowl from her face when he moved away. Distance hadn't mattered. Her flame just burned bright. It was white hot and blazing. A never ceasing burst of her aura that effortless worked to scorch him. To drag him into the fire.

She put both hands on the table, leaning on them thoughtfully. Watching him. He was back to scrubbing the tables so meticulously, she almost wondered if she had done something wrong in application. Done something to make him no longer want her. She knew he could act. That he could put that false desire and lust in his frosty eyes. His body on the other hand couldn't lie. She felt the ripple of muscles, the flex of his jaw, and the shiver of skin under her touch. The woman had done only what he taught her. He was a man of control and restraint. Surely he wouldn't pull away from her that easy, would he?

Her head snapped up when his voice returned again. Praise. Compliments, too. Teasing, sly, and playful. Positive qualities, yes?

Then come closer...

Hands began to gather the ragtag cluster of mugs and plates across the table. She dropped them promptly into the tray the barmaid was kind enough to set aside for her. She was thinking, no, reflecting. When she returned to the table, her expression conveyed her uncertainty in her answer. Like, as an outsider, she couldn't truly see herself. All she could do was remember his words, his movements, his aura, and try to remember if she felt the same in her act.



"I think my performance was...Satisfactory. It's not like yours of course. Yours is built off experience. Lots of it. Where my steps held hidden uncertainty with what I was doing, yours were smooth and sure. Never awkward. Planned almost," She began absently, speaking her thoughts out loud. She never looked at him as she spoke. She was too busy sweeping broken pieces of dishes into her hand. When they were gathered, she dropped them into the same bin she put the plates. She'd put them in the trash later.

"I don't have your ice, Matthew. I'm just your compliment. What is fire with nothing to burn?" She asked easily, looking at him them. She was playing with words now. The air had been a constant battle between fire and ice. There was no way he hadn't recognized it as well. Yet what else had this ice to teach an unruly flame?

[Matthew]

He could still feel her eyes on him, and the curiosity that came along with that. He wished he could put his finger on what it was he felt, but it was no use. He would have to do it later, when there wasn't the raging fire in the air. On a hunch, he turned his glittering blue eyes to regard her, the twinkling deep within them brightening for a split second as he drank in the Djed that naturally flowed through his veins. He sucked it up, taking a bit from his reserves to caress through his eyes, bringing her aura to light and causing it to dance in front of him. It was beautiful, a bright fire that sparked and wove around her like a whip of flame. It wasn't colored like normal flame, instead consisting of blood reds and bright ambers, along with streaks of light blue and sparkles of leaf green. The appearance of it and his attempted understanding of it didn't help him out a bit in the end though, only increasing the feeling of her hunger and savagery. He released a breath he had been holding, allowing the Djed to sink from hsi eyes and back into the natural flow of things. All in all, it only took a short second or two. It had been a nice feeling, though. He was noticing that more and more when he used Hypotism through his eyes, or turned on his Auristics. There was a happy feeling of being able to really see. It was a bit unsettling now that he was looking at it from the outside in, and he was quick to push it aside and focus on other things. Kaie's answer was greeted with another nod, the man signaling that he was pleased with it. He didn't look at her either, the two of them focusing on the work that they had to do. Soon though, he was close to her again, gathering all the plates from all the tables and stacking them on the single table that Kaie had used for her little show earlier. "I do plan them, in a way. There is an obvious goal when it comes to seduction, and depending on the target, there are always certain ways to go about the seduction. I suppose one thing always remains the same, though." The harlot glanced up at her, hopefully making eye contact. His fire roared to life in his eyes, smoldering and suggestive. His body flexed and leaned forward, a ripple of motion from a crouching predator. His Djed sung, running through his veins to lace his next words with alluring magic, merely adding erotic suggestions to the ones already in the air. His hand laid flat on the table, and if she would pay attention, she would notice his nails dragging down the wood in a sign of pent-up aggression. Sexual aggression. For this particular mood and this particular time, he had made a bet on what she might be wanting if he were to seduce her. His tense and powerful body and dangerous eyes, all combined with their clashing flames... it betrayed that. The endgame was shoving every last dish off the loaded table and shattering them on the floor, only so it would be clear for him to throw her upon it and begin the real fight. They would have their way with each other, but then the harlot would show his true colors, and make her body sing to his tune. He wasn't suggesting it. He was promising it. "Always go into it knowing that you will succeed. Confidence is key." His voice was throaty and dark, growling and dangerous almost, his lip curling to bare snarling teeth. He was an animal, but a completely different sort than the ones she had fought so many times. His ice was practically gone now, replaced by flames that no longer combated hers. Instead, they were moving to dominate hers. It was as if he was teaching her a lesson for playing with words. For toying with the harlot. For pushing and prodding at him, trying to see what kind of reaction she could get from the calm and calculating ice. It could be just as unruly, though every moment of rebellion was almost frighteningly well-planned in its attack.

[Kaie]

He had turned into an animal when he approached her again. That smooth gentleman slowly being pried from his allure, the beast clawing at its confines. It was an act, she knew. Something he could turn on and off at his will. Yet he still had her. Had her staring into his smoldering gaze, feeling the nails across the wood as if it had been her skin. His muscles flexed and rippled no differently than a slinking panther in the jungles she watched as a kid. The predator on the prowl.

She thirsted for his voice, and when it came it was well worth it. She drank it up like she had been caught in a desert wasteland. Yet just like that scenario, she remained thirty. Thirsty because the oasis was only a product of a hallucination. It wasn't real, even when it felt like it was. His aura was scorching her with his presence rather than his eyes. It was like standing too close to a building fire. With no more tinder left to burn, she was the last flammable object. Kaie would allow him to singe her. Rather, she'd let him try. For how can fire burn fire when the other's flames burn so bright?

The Myrian reacted to him in a fiery storm. Her blaze had intensified not just to embody her. No, she was learning to work the details. Still there was that side of her...That animal side...That only wanted to start a blaze. To destroy and raise havoc. A wildfire to turn even the most pure, beautiful beings into piles of ash. So her aura did just that. The flames leaped from her body to the floor, the tables, the counters, and walls...All stopping just short of Matthew. She wasn't trying to take his flame. That was child's play. She was suffocating it with her own. Stealing the oxygen and the fuel it so badly needed to continue its slow burn. That was the rule of the game: The quickest fire is the one that survives.

"Isn't it that way in everything?" She confirmed with a light voice, tongue trailing along the bottom edge of her lip for but a moment. Then neutrality, mysterious objectivity returned. Only to be turned into something else.

Hands on fire reached up to rest over his shoulder blades. They trailed up his upper back until they clasped around his neck. Fingers caressed the nape and massages at the bones in his spine. Slow and sensual as he had touched her before. Slow strokes up and down the surface, swirling like invisible Djed. She never looked at him. Only at her feet and occasionally at his body. Sneaking sly glances here and there between slow rotations of his finger tips. Then she lifted her head up to look at him, then raised her chin to show her neck. Turned her head to the side as if adverting her gaze.

Then suddenly, her head snapped back and her eyes had a new fiery vengeance within their irises. A hot, fiery vivaciousness taking over her body. Fingers closed around his neck and pulled him in abruptly in mid circle. Their foreheads were inches away again, and their breathing was synchronized. Slow, deep breaths of hot air expelled in the space between. Kaie leaned into his face, nose just barely teasing at the skin before his ear. She followed just above his jaw line until she reached his chin. One of the hands sacrificed their position on his neck to caress his cheek. To sooth the skin. Fingers on his cheek splayed out and her thumb rested on the corner of his mouth. She stared at him with her own cutthroat glare. The savagery she no longer hid from him, showing him she could play her part of the animal as well as he could.

Then she closed in, lips locking on his, moving in a slow, sensual manner. And then she way gone, disconnected from him and stepping backward. Watching him coolly and turning back to her work. Showing him she could take what she wanted, when she wanted. And then just walk away. To prove his lessons, his teachings, did not blow over her head. Instead they combined with something deeper. Something more dangerous. Did he know he just created a monster?

[Matthew]

All of the seduction was supposed to lead up to something, and she was doing a good job. His body had naturally reacted to her touch, twitching and shuddering in delight at the slow strokes of her fingers. It actually felt good, something like a sensual massage, though her eyes held none of the gentleness that her touch did. She was looking sly and looking away, but he knew. He could still feel it in the air, and he wasn't at all fooled by her act. It did put him a bit off guard, though. It was hard to tell the depths of her viciousness if she masked it with shyness, so when she had suddenly grabbed his neck and pulled him in, he had been taken by surprise. His body moved suddenly towards hers, the warmth of her breath tickling at his lips. Then she teased a bit more, practically tracing the strong lines of his face with that teasing breath, causing goosebumps to rise on his skin. Then she touched, once again showing gentleness amid all of her flame. It was all an excellent combination of little things, and he felt some pride at her development bubble up inside of him once again. Then she suddenly leaned in, slow and soft for the kiss. For a brief second, he tried to figure out if he should be charging her for the kiss or not. In the end, he quickly decided that it was fine. It was something that someone would normally get for good and effective seduction, and she had done quite a good job. If he was any normal man when it came to this sort of thing, then he would no doubt be craving the taste of her lips. They met, mouths pressing gently, Matthew tasting of mint and... honey? Then she was moving away, staring at him with a calculating look. For a brief second, something reared inside of him. He wasn't even sure what it was. Consume. His flame instantly retreated, swirling back to completely and utterly vanish. It was a very sudden change, but if the woman glanced over, she might notice that it hadn't really fully gone away... it had been compressed, almost. His gaze was still burning, but it was no longer lust. It wasn't heat, or sensuality, or intimacy, or anger, or anything. It was something horribly primal and basic. All at once the flame exploded from him, roaring back against the one who had challenged him. He lost himself for a brief moment, realizing somewhere that she enjoyed the challenge, enjoyed the allure of the game they were playing. The harlot in him roared, and responded in kind. A challenge, Kaie? All at once, he stepped forward, his entire body rippling and crouching just the slightest bit. His eyes were feral, his muscles were threatening, and there was definite signs of arousal in his trousers. He looked hungry, demanding, but not confident. There was no need for confidence. He would take her, just like it was meant to be. It would be simple and wild. His Hypnotic aura flooded out to engulf her, and with his fire, came the suggestions and flashes. They were natural, things that she would automatically think upon seeing him. Bodies, with clothes hanging from the sweaty fresh. Clashing, roaring, scratching. There was no care of the game, nor the lessons, or anything of that stuff that simply didn't matter. There was only the pleasure and the heat, the sound of dishes shattering as they hit the floor, the tavern soon ruined as a result of two savage animals wrestling for dominance. Wrestling over, and over, and over, and over, and over- Then there was ice, Matthew realizing that somewhere along the way that he was losing himself. He always used the emotions to fuel his craft, but if he wasn't careful, the emotions would use him. He was only human, after all. He suffered from that condition, and the wild moment had been a reminder. He took a breath, calming himself, reconstructing the control he had over the show he put on. He had nothing to prove, nothing to show, and he didn't need to try and advertise his services. She had asked for a lesson, and he had given a short lesson. He felt that was enough, at least for now. Taking another soft breath, he slowly turned back to his own table, quiet as he went back to gathering up all the dishes. After a few moments, he turned to her, tilting his head and speaking softly. "You did well. You learn quickly. If you want more lessons, we can schedule them. We can alternate. You teach me, I'll teach you, and so on. Unless you want some sort of variation, or specific lesson. Just let me know, and we can figure out the specifics."

[Kaie]

The Myrian exhaled softly to herself, feeling the flame of his lust lashing against her from their distance. She need not feel his touch or hear the pace of his breath to realize she had done well. Kaie had made him want her. Made him lose that professionalism for but a moment and bring forth a primitive man with lesser control. Of course that alter ego existed briefly before Matthew returned. Before the well put together, restrained prostitute was back in full swing. A prostitute she still owed for his teachings nonetheless.

Kaie practically beamed at his praise, grinning to expose pearly whites. Of course she was proud of herself. This was a brand new skill to her, a skill so powerful it had a trade dedicated to itself. Pleasure was a complicated yet simplistic idea. For a woman who knew more about killing and maiming than the finer details of capturing a man's eyes, the night had proven quite a successful. Better yet, he even offered to continue their little trade. Excitement was an understatement of what she felt, even if it never overwhelmed her expression.

"Thank you, Matthew. You're a good teacher. Now I do believe I owe you a debt?" She complimented genuinely and then reminded him, smirking in that little playful way she always did. Seduction was one thing. Combat training was another. She couldn't help but wonder how her friend would fair when pleasure wasn't involved.