2 comments/ 14879 views/ 0 favorites Unannounced By: Xeyda In the still of the small chamber, the dimness hangs like a death shroud, heavy and thick. Quiet breath, drawn deep and even, is punctuated as if in afterthought by tiny, soft snores from the low pallet against one wall. If shadows could smile, this one would as it detaches itself from the inky gloom surrounding it, becoming less indistinct, approaching the sleeper on silent feet. The obscuring dark seems to run like water, flowing back into the corners of the room to reveal a dark elven woman garbed in the softest, translucent grey silk. The formless robe is easily and silently shrugged from smooth, rounded shoulders as she moves, leaving her nude except for her wrists. Her creamy skin, the most delicate shade of blue, nearly glimmers in the murk, needing no light to accentuate the voluptuous curves of full hips and breasts, or the long, toned muscles of her body. Hair, a soft and pale dove, mostly pinned and piled atop her head, provides just enough escaping tendrils as cover to keep her face from view except for a darker shape of lush, bow-shaped lips and bright lavender eyes. Words, soundlessly formed and given flight with gentle breath, float to the sleeping one, male by face and the expanse of bare chest that extends from under the cover of bed linens. "The game has gone on long enough, Assassin. The time to end it has come." He half snores in reply, rolling fully to his back and earning a smile of thanks from the woman now beside the bed. "That makes this easier..." Watching him sleep, the elven woman gracefully begins to unwind long strips of translucent silk from her wrists, so thin they seem insubstantial when she holds them aloft, dangling just over the sleeper's face. He hardly stirs, this intruder moving with such grace she does not disturb the air in her motions. At the first kiss of silk touching his face, the male's lips curl very slightly into the birth of a dream-smile. Pooled with gentle care not to tickle or obstruct his mouth or nose, the mass of ebon silk takes on substance, forming a cloud of darkness almost as depthless as the room itself. Smiling when her prey shows no sign of waking, her eyes carefully, quickly, expertly inspect the area of the bed, looking for... "Ah, yes. Of course." She bends at the waist, sliding one hand down the wall, keeping it a hair's breadth from contact with the cool, rough textured plaster. With delicate precision, she guides her hand beneath the sleeping man's pillow, fingertips grazing the cold metal of her prize, located intuitively. Withdrawing the half-foot blade from its hidden sheath between wall and pillows, it's oily black surface gleams coldly in the dimness, absorbing more light than it reflects back. Pausing a moment in appreciation of the feel of his light, well-balanced dagger, the woman brings it close to her face and inhales delicately. Lavender eyes widen just a touch as she catches the pungent scent of bind spider's blood. Trace amounts yes, but the ichor is potent enough that even a light scratch from the coated blade would be enough to slow an assailant. In a world of survival of the quickest, a half heartbeat's pause could be deadly. Once more gazing down at the elven male slumbering in oblivion, a flare of new respect shines in her bright eyes. Such a toxin is neither created nor controlled easily, and no Assassin of skill would dare permit another to handle their blades. Young as he is, the man before her earned respect before she even approached him about the Circle; this discovery only deepened it a notch. "Now, young hunter, let us see how you react..." Whispered in a soft purr that is meant to be absorbed without being heard, she carefully lowers herself to the thick pallet, next to his body. Her senses taut for the first indication of the other dark elf's awareness, she eases the thin sheet down with teasing, deliberate slowness. He gives a soft half snore in response, eliciting an amused smirk from the woman hovering beside him. Starting at the dip of dusky skin just beneath his breastbone, she lays a track of feathery, delicate kisses winding down to his navel. Soft breath tumbles over his midsection in warm waves, yet cools the skin along the trail left by her tongue's tip, making the bands of muscle across his belly twitch. Tracing his bellybutton in a wet circle, she draws the dagger down his side, pressing so lightly that the super sharpened blade does not break through his dusky skin. Pausing very briefly as he stirs, her mouth wanders lower, dropping gentle nibbles along the crease of thigh and groin. Her eyes catch the twitching movement of his slowly wakening cock, so she digs the blade in just a bit deeper, tonguing back up the other furrow, yet careful not to graze the more delicate skin of his manhood. A varying pattern of long, slow licks, interspersed with gentle nibbles and delicate kisses along twitching thighs and belly bring the desired result quickly as he hardens within moments under her ministrations. Pulling away slightly, her eyes travel back up his body, noting the light tensing of his frame, the slightly quickened breath and stiffening nipples. Nuzzling his hairless pouch with her chin, she watches as his cock engorges fully. Knowing he is very close to being woken, she leaves off from her teases, letting him sink once more into dream. She gazes up at his face, knowing it well enough to guess at his expression, despite the obscuring silk. As the male's breath begins to smooth in rhythm once more, she drags her pink tongue from base to tip, pulling the knife down along the curve of his ribs with harder pressure, splitting the skin that lies tightly over bone. He jerks and his mouth opens, releasing a startled gasp at the unexpected sting and she knows him now to be fully alert, attuned only to the sudden pain of his scratched side. Before he is able to react to the blindfold, so lightly woven he still has not registered cloth as the cause for his blindness, she strikes. In the space of an eye blink, she has drawn the head of him into her mouth, engulfing the very tip of his still hardened cock fully in wet, suckling warmth. The words formed in accusation dissolve into a startled, pleasured bit of sound, something rather like a shuddery groan. "J-jeri..?" He groans again as she takes more of him into her mouth, letting him just feel the hardness of her teeth when she pulls back. When he repeats the questioning name, she digs the dagger's blade into his side again, rougher than before. Hissing in pain from the knife and pleasure from her sucking mouth, his words falter, giving over to the sensation of her lips and teeth and tongue working skillfully. Her command of silence is clear and he is not unwilling to obey, only groaning as his hunger and need increases and reaching for the mass of ebon cloth over his face. Tossing the blade to the floor out of immediate reach, the woman pulls away from his groin, swiftly straddling his waist. Her hands fly to the trailing edges of the silken scarves, still piled over his eyes, pinning them to the pillow and keeping the man blinded. Bringing her lips to one pointed ear, she whispers throatily, "Shhh...", then nips at his lobe with small, hard teeth. Amused by the shiver and his sudden draw of breath, she kisses the very corner of his mouth, tongue flicking out, seeking entry and a taste of his lips. When he returns the kiss with open-mouthed hunger, catching her probing tongue with gentle teeth, she coos, very softly, and tilts her hips so that her wet, bare pussy just grazes his throbbing head. "You are... are not J-jerika," he guesses in a gasp, body arching eagerly against her sex. When she lifts herself to be just out of reach, he groans again, forcing his body to relax. In reply, she bends over his neck and bites, hard enough to draw blood and drives her pussy down his length in a single, sharp motion. Thrilling at the reaction of his body and her control over him, the feel of being filled so quickly nonetheless drags a small cry from her, and a louder growl from him. She had toyed too long, allowing her own desire to go unchecked. Abandoning her plans for more sexual torture, she straightens, bracing her arms on the wall over his head. Her hips start to rock in long, hard motions, guiding him in deeply with every impaling grind. Moaning hungrily, she rides, movements quickening as her need rises. The forgotten silk slips from his face and now he gazes up at the woman straddling him, grinning with recognition. With one hand grabbing at her hip to pull her down faster, he slaps at the opposite thigh sharply with the other, roughly growling his own command. "Th-that's a girl! Ride m'cock!" Her back arching, she complies, panting and growling, using the wall for leverage to drive herself against his thrusting hips ever harder. He strikes her leg again, with more force, and it is her turn to hiss in the mixture of pain-pleasure. He slaps again and again, spanking her muscular thighs and ass before pinching and pulling rigorously at first one of her hard little nipples, then the other in turn. Keening softly, she is helplessly caught in the currents of passion, neither noticing nor caring when her hair falls from its pins to tumble down her back. She can focus only on the glorious slide of his flesh deep and hard into her tight, aching passage; the welcome sting of her backside and thighs; the biting throb of her distended nipples. With a grip of iron, his hands settle on her hips and their bodies meet with jarring force, jolting her into orgasm, head thrown back and eyes closed tightly. Her entire body shakes, nails curling into the plaster of the wall as she cums roughly, with a wild, hissing cry of bliss. Still, his hips thrust up and up and up into the woman, not letting her body relax, guiding her down against his swollen cock quicker still, sacrificing power to move faster. Dropping back to her arms, hands fisted on either side of his head, their eyes meet, sheer lust and bloodlust burning intensely in blue and lavender orbs alike. Gazes locked, panting nearly synchronized, sweat-slicked skin meets and parts and meets again. His mouth finds her bouncing nipples, tongue wet and warm in contrast to the dull bite of his teeth. Suckling for several moments, he brings a hand up her back, clawing down her spine. She cries out again, piercingly, and rears up, desperate for the release that dances so tantalizingly out of reach. Grinning fox-like at her expression, he pulls her down against an especially brutal, deep thrust, relishing the feel of her orgasm as it slams through her body, tensing and squeezing him within her depths. The spasms of her innermost muscles around him prove to be too much, bringing about his own climax a scant moment later. Feeling his liquid heat pouring into the depths of her passage, she shudders once more, groaning and collapsing against his chest to catch her breath. Each twitch of his emptying cock sends another tremor through her, making her body tighten reflexively around him again. Both lay in silence broken only by the attempts at drawing breath, hearts thudding painfully. Unannounced Visitor Just imagine how surprised you’d be! Friday night, the kids are away, and you just started to get ready to go out that night. Your roommate is out of town…Bolivia I think, doesn’t matter… and you just started the bath water. You’ve had a tough week, so some soothing chamomile or something added to the tub would be a good thing. Light a couple candles, have a glass of white wine, and relax before going out on the town that night. Just when you’ve taken all your clothes off and put one foot into the steadily filling garden tub (work with me here…), the doorbell rings. Damnit! You slow the water, but leave it on, half to fill the tub, but also to keep the water hot. Wrapping a robe around yourself, you cuss salesmen as you turn down the jazz music on the stereo and turn on the light by the front door. But when you peep through the spy-hole, your heart stops for what seems like hours! NO WAY he just showed up here! What the hell are you going to do?!?! It had always been joked about, but you never thought EVER that you’d see me on your doorstep! With your heart beating in your throat, you open the door. “What in the hell brings you to my do…” Before you can finish your sentence, I push inside and lean in, angling my head just right, and softly kiss you on the lips. It was just a gentle peck, with me pulling away just a few inches to gauge your reaction. Seeing your eyes still closed and your lips quivering nervously, I move quickly to kiss you again, but much more passionately this time. Its like we had built up so much tension and angst that we didn’t even need to talk or say anything! Frankly, I doubt that we could! Immediately our arms were wrapped around each other as I tried to kick the door shut, while pinning you against the wall with my body. Our tongues are exploring each other, and then my mouth breaks off from yours, leaving us gasping for air, as I start kissing your neck, licking up to your ear lobes and pulling your body tighter up against me. My hands work between us and part your robe, causing your stomach to jump at the first feel of my hands on your skin. My hands grab each of your hips, just relishing the feel of your naked skin, and holding you against me. As we work our way, almost clumsily, down the hallway, you lift my shirt over my head and I’m kicking off my shoes. First the water is turned off…we’ll need the tub later, but first there are almost angry passions that have to be taken care of. Your robe falls to the floor as the last of my clothes do the same, and in the faint candlelight, its almost as if we just see silhouettes of each other’s naked forms. Gently I lay you down on the bed, tracing my fingertips down your sides, along your hips, and down your thighs to your knees. Immediately goose bumps pop up all over you and you raise your hands above your head as if inviting me to do that again. I do, but the path of my fingers this time traces along the side of your breasts, tickling the soft smooth skin for the first time, then down your sides, across your legs, and tickling the inside of your thighs…a move that causes you to open them slightly. Your breathing is very erratic, and your mind is still swimming, not knowing if any of this is even really happening, but, like myself, way to carried away to care. As I lean over to kiss you again, my body comes softly into contact with yours, and for the first time we can feel our naked skin against each other, and we both softly moan. Again, my kisses begin to trace down your neck, then down your chest. I can really feel your heart beating faster and faster as you feel my very soft kisses moving down between your breasts, one hand gently cupping each of them, with my thumbs sliding over your hardening nipples. Hours of playing guitar have caused just the tips of my fingers to be slightly calloused, and the slightly rough skin causes wonderful sensations on your skin. My mouth gently takes your left nipple inside, then your right, but begins again to kiss down your stomach. My hands slide again down your thighs, parting them gently, but you need no direction as your hands move to the back of my head, working in and out of my hair, but also directing me. As I get lower down your stomach, I can feel the heat being given off by your body building, and the aromas are literally intoxicating. Another soft moan escapes your lips as you feel my mouth softly kissing, and nose tip gently sliding over your smooth shaven skin…. You tense as you feel the very tip of my tongue very VERY gently tracing down and over the folds of your wet lips, circling and trailing back up again. For a moment your legs try to clamp against my head as tremors race through your body. I continue to just trace the tip of my tongue in circles, slowly over and over your moistening lips, slightly flicking my tongue at the top, urging your clit to continue hardening. You can feel the heat of my breath against your lips, and the sensations, the goose bumps, the sounds, are driving your crazy. Pulling on the back of my head, you try to force me to intensify the pressure, but I push back, content for now to tease and taste and continue building the tension and anticipation inside you. It is a tremendous turn on to see you squirm and tense up, teetering back and forth on the edge of orgasm and desperation. One of my fingers slides down and begins to very very gently tickle your wet lips, never inserting, just stroking softly, as my lips begin to very softly kiss and even slightly suck on the top of your lips, caressing your clit. I feel your hands tensing and grabbing hard at the hair on my head, your stomach bouncing up and down with each labored breath. The speed of my mouth and fingers begins to increase as I greedily lap at your wetness, the taste and smell of which is driving me crazy, making me oblivious to anything else going on in the room. My other hand is caressing your breast, kneading softly the nipples and gently twisting and teasing them. Your legs are thrown around onto my back now, your feet pushing up and down my back as I continue sucking you, and the sounds are incredible, easily drowning out the saxophone on the stereo. Myself, its taking every once of self control I can muster to not enter you right now. But the anticipation building in each of us tells me that it will be worth this short wait… How crazy would that be driving you? Can you imagine how insanely wonderful and frustrating that might be? Wanting so desperately for more friction, more pressure, and especially more penetration, but the tease just keeps on going, building the needs to an almost painful level! It must be wonderfully terrible all at the same time! I know it’s killing me, but I’ve never had so much fun! Nuzzling my face against your smooth shaven skin, tasting how incredibly wet and warm you are, and causing more and more and more! I wont stop this until the first orgasm rocks you. I want to feel your hands tense, your breathing begin to quicken. See you throw your head back, squinting your eyes tight, biting your bottom lip. One of your hands reaches up and grasps my hand against your breast, holding my palm against your nipples in an almost perfect way, allowing me to feel your heartbeat quickening below your soft breast. The moaning continuing to rise in volume, and in frequency, until you are silent, teeth pinching down on your lip almost painfully hard. I wont increase pressure on your clit, but sensing your orgasm, I begin to take long, soft, lapping strokes the entire length of your lips, stopping to again circle your clit. Again, long, broad sweeps of my tongue against you, sliding effortlessly against your wet soft and hot skin. As the orgasm causes tremors to shoot through your body, I slow the pace of my mouth slightly, as if to encourage and aid your orgasm without scaring it off, hoping this makes it only last longer. The sight of your body bucking with pleasure could almost drive me over the top myself! Immediately I would feel you getting wetter and wetter, something that I would have thought impossible a few short minutes ago. As you finally let out a breath, coming down from your amazing climax, I slow the pace of my tongue against you. Even though I know only more pleasure is coming, I almost regret stopping, delighting so much in making you come and tasting its results. But every man has his limits, and I’m reaching mine. Slowly I pull away from your still panting body and I take your hand, helping you raise to your feet. I turn and sit on the edge of the bed, guiding you onto my lap, facing me with your feet behind me. For the first time, you can feel how hard I am, resting against your stomach, literally throbbing with anticipation. You have your arms around my neck and I lean you back, until your wet lips rest against my shaft, and begin to slowly rock back and forth, sliding the length of my shaft against you. The pressure my mouth refused to give you is now provided as you slowly grind along the length of me, using your arms around my neck for support, and leaning back. We begin to kiss and breathe deeper and deeper as we rock back and forth, again building the anticipation of what we both know is coming. My Hands continue to explore every part of your body, caressing your hips, your legs, guiding your ass and urging you to ride against me with even more tension. The feeling is tremendous, but not what we still are desperately yearning for, until, accidentally even, just the tip of the head slides against, and then just barely inside you. We both freeze for a moment, just relishing the feeling, as well as preparing ourselves for what is about to happen. I can feel your arms tense up around my neck, and our mouths pull away from each other. My hands slide to your hips, guiding you on… Its hard to describe the feeling, having waited for it, and having talked and teased about it for so long, but after slowly sliding deep inside you, we pull together tightly and just hold the pose…not wanting to move at first. Damn! I could loose it immediately it seems! My hands wrap around you, sliding down below your ass, and slowly lift you up, just a small amount, then let you slowly drop back down again. Your arms wrap tight around my neck, your head resting against my shoulder, eyes closed, just holding on and concentrating on every feeling and sensation that pulses through you. It has become very evident that this isn’t two people simply working out their desires or sexual frustrations, but that you are being made love to, gently and attentively, and with your every pleasure my sole priority. We begin to work our bodies against each other, with you sliding not only up and down, but also out and then against me. Each time, we press together very forcefully, pushing as deep as possible, and grinding your clit against my body. One of my hands goes around to the small of your back, pulling you into me each time, and holding your body against me. Beads of sweat are now forming between us, and a drop begins to trickle down your chest to your nipple, where it is pushed against my chest on our next thrust. Breathing and moans match each movement now, and you feel my hands pulling you with more and more strength each time. Your legs wrap around now and we begin to just grind against each other for a bit, not pulling out, just moving back and forth against each other while I lick and kiss your neck. You can feel my shaft twitching and moving inside you, as my muscles seem to almost spasm with each movement. I am trying to hold you as close against me as I can with a balance of strength and gentleness, and the feel of your skin against mine, and the feeling of being inside you is incredible. I love the sounds of your breathing, moans, muffled sighs and exclamations, and how your arms are tightening more and more around my neck as our pace quickens slightly. Desperately wanting to reach deeper inside you, to intensify every sensation, I lean back, lying on my back. Your legs pull up beside you and you place your hands on my chest. Now you begin to set the pace and guide yourself, riding me slowly at first. Each time you pull yourself down against me, my hands guide your hips forward, to rub your clit against my stomach on each thrust. My hands are all over you, caressing your breasts, your back, touching your neck, sliding my fingers across your lips, exploring and appreciating every inch of your body, even occasionally sliding down between us to slip along your clit. The feeling of immense heat and wetness only drives me more, and you can really feel me throbbing and twitching inside you. Your eyes are closed tightly still, focusing on everything that is being done to you, and aware of the building climax that is coming for both of us. Your fingers clench on my chest, and your pace begins to pick up, urged on by my hands pulling your body back and forth against me. As the familiar tingling of another orgasm begins, you lean back, completely upright, holding onto my thighs, letting my hands control our pace. One hand guides your hips, bringing you back and forth against my while I arch my own back, reaching deeper and deeper inside you. My other hand slides up and down your chest, almost uncontrollably groping and touching your body, squeezing your breasts, stroking you nipples. Suddenly my body stiffens up, tensing as I moan and a massive orgasm hits me. The sound and feel of me beginning to contract below you is all you needed, and you too are thrown over the top. The tremors of your next orgasm are rocking through your body as you feel me almost violently twitching inside you, pulsing over and over, filling you with warmth as I come. Over and over, the result of our sex is pumped inside you as you clench your teeth tightly, head thrown back, and we both moan and exhale together. As you collapse on top of me, you can still feel my orgasm causing more movement inside you while our sweaty, spent bodies lie against each other, breathing, or rather, panting, in complete rhythm. Lying there against each other, it suddenly occurs to you that you might have to disappoint your girlfriends and not have that night out...