[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/JZBd50w.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Pfifer had never been very good at avoiding the obvious, and while her companion's state of attire hadn't been mentioned at any point in their conversation, that hadn't removed watchful azure hues from his figure. Leon was virile and vibrant, even with those new scars marring otherwise perfect skin. Vision dragged slowly along his torso, to the curvature of sculpted muscles and the paleness of exposed flesh. Sometimes the other Elf made it difficult to focus, though one wouldn't catch on to any lapse in her attention, as the woman knew work always trumped pleasure. A pity though. When he was standing in that half staggered slump, investigating damages to a once pristine shell, her heart seemed to ache. Holding him wouldn't necessarily mend such blights to Leon's figure, but Pfifer expected it would aid in calming that racing mind of his. Eyes were raised from their situated session when he met her gaze, and with his words of explanation, there was a moment of pause to assess stenciled onyx veins radiating from Leon's corrupted ocular.
"If it hides, there must be reason for it to hide." While she wouldn't make any claims on being an expert in this particular field, Pfifer was a student of many magicks, and several of which were considered forbidden arts. Such distinguishing marks often meant there was something to worry about-- But what if the source of their mutual angst didn't wish to be found beneath levels of Leon's psyche? Pfifer couldn't simply drag the intrusion from her beau's body. No, there would need to be great care taken for his state of being, even if he seemed to return to a state of normality with every passing breath. One did well not to let their guard down, even if it meant being wrong. Better to be overly prepared, honestly. "But with this isolation, there is less chance for interference... I wish only to grant you a sense of understanding, Leon. We are walking a fine line between safety and harm, but if I didn't think this was important to our cause, I wouldn't suggest it."
Trailing off as Leon closed the gap between their two figures, familiar hands were given access to her delicate hold, and Pfifer gave a smile. The sort of smile that spoke volumes of her appreciation. To have him close, to feel that presence he so willingly shared with her, it was almost enough to silence any sense of demand their current predicament sought from them. Irrevocably obsessed and eager to show such devotion, the woman's digits curled against his grasp so they were intertwined in steeple fashion. The kiss to the back of her palm only widened the acceptance of her lips, expression warmer than most were ever given privilege of witnessing from Pfifer. That was what she could give her lover; the core of an otherwise mysterious series of motives. With him, she too was free, and she didn't wish to forget such luxuries were available in Leon's wake.
"Don't fret, Precious. We will weather any storm we face." An embrace followed the commentary, and within that heated hold, Pfifer set her chin against bare shoulder and sighed softly. Not always was the witch so frigid, so cold, so distant. No, not always. Certainly not in such a welcomed caress, with tantalizingly warm air teasing the ridges of her tipped ear. Something in his vocals brought her body to life, and whether she be a puppet or pawn to his commands, she wasn't bothered. The Elven mage only knew lust as it occurred-- A swell of sensations rising from the space where stocking covered thighs parted. Ah, was he being obvious, or was Pfifer reading too much into the gestures? Her mouth parted over his battered throat, and lightly, teeth sank into the expanse of neck available. Just a nibble, with straight incisors careful not to cause him pain. Idly, her tongue slid against the captured palette for a taste of what she had been missing. It was well within her right to do so.
Had she been a weaker woman, their trip could have been postponed. Alas, poor libido, she was not. Leon would be released from adventuring teeth so the woman tight to his front was able to speak, though his groin would receive no reprieve from subtle gyrations. How her robes were cut left very little to the imagination, but that sort of clinging thinness acted only to taunt the male. He couldn't have her then, with only the barest hint of resistance acting as a barrier between two willing forms, and that must have been hell unto itself. How cruel Pfifer could be as one of her hands dropped to waist level to place her palm right over the source of his arousal, rubbing in time with her next message over the outline of Leon's cock.
"Once we start, you must know we cannot stop until the ritual has finished..." Smirking, her lids narrowed deviously while that intrusive hand continued stroking at his length through ragged armaments. Such was her way, after all. To keep him wanton. Hungry. Savage in his seeking. To what extents he would go to keep Pfifer at his side, she wasn't entirely sure, but there was no question towards how quickly she could work him into a state of hedonism. That's what she wanted from him; absolute enthrallment. Whether this would always be the case had yet been decided, but the blonde femme felt it best to trust in their arrangement. Leon had asked for her faith, and now it was given in more ways than words could attest to. "Do you wish to leave tonight?"
Questions would always arise concerning their future path, but these inquiries were of no concern to the creature coaxing reactions from her lover. Her mind was better used for plotting, for scheming, and inevitably, for solutions to those unforeseen problems their pair would ultimately face. Wasn't it fitting that her partner in these actions was also the one she was now bound to? By blood and magic, by promises made in love stained sheets. By the void. Inhaling through her nostrils, Pfifer began to pull away from Leon, though he would notice her hesitation in doing so. "A portal can take us if you'd like to hurry the process." Her voice dropped to the barest whisper as her offer continued, "If you would like to fuck me tonight... I would never keep you waiting longer than was absolutely necessary."
"If it hides, there must be reason for it to hide." While she wouldn't make any claims on being an expert in this particular field, Pfifer was a student of many magicks, and several of which were considered forbidden arts. Such distinguishing marks often meant there was something to worry about-- But what if the source of their mutual angst didn't wish to be found beneath levels of Leon's psyche? Pfifer couldn't simply drag the intrusion from her beau's body. No, there would need to be great care taken for his state of being, even if he seemed to return to a state of normality with every passing breath. One did well not to let their guard down, even if it meant being wrong. Better to be overly prepared, honestly. "But with this isolation, there is less chance for interference... I wish only to grant you a sense of understanding, Leon. We are walking a fine line between safety and harm, but if I didn't think this was important to our cause, I wouldn't suggest it."
Trailing off as Leon closed the gap between their two figures, familiar hands were given access to her delicate hold, and Pfifer gave a smile. The sort of smile that spoke volumes of her appreciation. To have him close, to feel that presence he so willingly shared with her, it was almost enough to silence any sense of demand their current predicament sought from them. Irrevocably obsessed and eager to show such devotion, the woman's digits curled against his grasp so they were intertwined in steeple fashion. The kiss to the back of her palm only widened the acceptance of her lips, expression warmer than most were ever given privilege of witnessing from Pfifer. That was what she could give her lover; the core of an otherwise mysterious series of motives. With him, she too was free, and she didn't wish to forget such luxuries were available in Leon's wake.
"Don't fret, Precious. We will weather any storm we face." An embrace followed the commentary, and within that heated hold, Pfifer set her chin against bare shoulder and sighed softly. Not always was the witch so frigid, so cold, so distant. No, not always. Certainly not in such a welcomed caress, with tantalizingly warm air teasing the ridges of her tipped ear. Something in his vocals brought her body to life, and whether she be a puppet or pawn to his commands, she wasn't bothered. The Elven mage only knew lust as it occurred-- A swell of sensations rising from the space where stocking covered thighs parted. Ah, was he being obvious, or was Pfifer reading too much into the gestures? Her mouth parted over his battered throat, and lightly, teeth sank into the expanse of neck available. Just a nibble, with straight incisors careful not to cause him pain. Idly, her tongue slid against the captured palette for a taste of what she had been missing. It was well within her right to do so.
Had she been a weaker woman, their trip could have been postponed. Alas, poor libido, she was not. Leon would be released from adventuring teeth so the woman tight to his front was able to speak, though his groin would receive no reprieve from subtle gyrations. How her robes were cut left very little to the imagination, but that sort of clinging thinness acted only to taunt the male. He couldn't have her then, with only the barest hint of resistance acting as a barrier between two willing forms, and that must have been hell unto itself. How cruel Pfifer could be as one of her hands dropped to waist level to place her palm right over the source of his arousal, rubbing in time with her next message over the outline of Leon's cock.
"Once we start, you must know we cannot stop until the ritual has finished..." Smirking, her lids narrowed deviously while that intrusive hand continued stroking at his length through ragged armaments. Such was her way, after all. To keep him wanton. Hungry. Savage in his seeking. To what extents he would go to keep Pfifer at his side, she wasn't entirely sure, but there was no question towards how quickly she could work him into a state of hedonism. That's what she wanted from him; absolute enthrallment. Whether this would always be the case had yet been decided, but the blonde femme felt it best to trust in their arrangement. Leon had asked for her faith, and now it was given in more ways than words could attest to. "Do you wish to leave tonight?"
Questions would always arise concerning their future path, but these inquiries were of no concern to the creature coaxing reactions from her lover. Her mind was better used for plotting, for scheming, and inevitably, for solutions to those unforeseen problems their pair would ultimately face. Wasn't it fitting that her partner in these actions was also the one she was now bound to? By blood and magic, by promises made in love stained sheets. By the void. Inhaling through her nostrils, Pfifer began to pull away from Leon, though he would notice her hesitation in doing so. "A portal can take us if you'd like to hurry the process." Her voice dropped to the barest whisper as her offer continued, "If you would like to fuck me tonight... I would never keep you waiting longer than was absolutely necessary."
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