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Thread: A Rude Awakening (Me x Eldrithe Whisperwind)

The world swam around as Liandra tried to focus on Allistair. 'Is this supposed to happen?' she thought to herself, unsure of why she was feeling this way. With a sudden snap her vision focused and she felt clearheaded. That's it? That wasn't so terrible. I thought there would be some pain involved. Liandra shrugged, Not that i'm complaining. I'm just kind of surprised. I was under the impression that the pact wasn't something you take lightly. Hearing Allistair's talk about killing her sent a grin creeping across her face. You kill me? I think not. It took years for your grandfather to get lucky, I doubt you will be as lucky. And yes, you are correct, I should get a disguise. I'll be back, going to the living quarters to look for a needle and thread. Liandra started making her way to where the cultist lived and slept. She felt that maybe she would get lucky and find something to wear and not have to sew anything. Reaching the living quarters she started rooting around in the abandoned dressers. This half of the temple was untouched by time, not even a mouse could be found hiding within. It had looked like nothing had changed and one of her loyal followers would come walking in any minute asking why she was snooping through their belongings. Finding a pouch filled with needles and thread she grabbed a dull brown cultist cloak that was draped over a dusty bed. This will have to do. The cloak was rather big on her. With determined fingers she went to work making alterations. Two hours passed and she had finally finished. Bringing in the waist, letting out the back so her wings could move freely and adding draping down the front and back, Liandra was pleased with her work. Pulling on the cloak she folded her wings across her sides, giving the illusion she was wearing an intricate dress. As long as the top of her wings were covered nobody would be the wiser. Before journeying back to the prince she turned around to take one last look at the rooms, pondering on how things would have been differently if she hadn't of perished in her last battle. On light feet she made it back to the prince. Let's go.
Thread: A Rude Awakening (Me x Eldrithe Whisperwind)

Let's depart then. He had said to her as they started to leave the old, ruined temple. As they had come out, they would quickly notice that temperature was much much colder. Sure the old cultist temple was just as cold as it was outside, but at least the temple with its stone wall had protected them from the wind and snow even by just a little. But he would follow where Liandra wanted to go. She had mentioned to him that should head to Condron Mountains but he had no idea where the Condron Mountains was other than it should be somewhat close here.In fact, he wasn't familiar with this part of the region, to begin with. Where is this Condron Mountains you have talked about? I don't where it is so you would have to lead the way. He still felt it to be wrong to make this blood pact with her as she knew last about it than he did. How could someone like her whose race had performed these taboo rituals would not know much about them? Liandra wanted to find this necromancer, that she still belive they exist, to find away to undo this spell on her. But he may just ask this necromancer of knew anything about this blood pact. He hated to ask advice from someone who was master of the dark arts as well the kind his father had hunted down. But he really wanted to know if there were any other side effects to this pact. Like if one of them dies, the other person would die, for example. And that caused the hair on arms to stick up that his life was tied into hers right now.
Thread: A Rude Awakening (Me x Eldrithe Whisperwind)

Liandra was pleasantly surprised when she discovered that walking on the cold stone barefoot hadn't bothered her. She had half expected to be a cold and shivering mess. The mountains are this way. She pointed off towards the south east from their position, a cluster of foggy mountains could be seen in the distance. Between their position and the mountains stood a dense forest, they would have to travel through it to get to their destination. I can't be sure how long the walk will be, I have only ever flown. She paused to think, If my memory serves me, my human followers that traveled to Condron spent five days away. They reported only staying there one day, which means that it should take us two days to get there on foot. Let's hurry up and get this over with. She ordered while walking off towards their destination. The three hour walk it took to reach the forest wasn't too infuriating. Liandra hadn't spoken a word the entire time, she was too busy thinking and plotting. She thought about her decision of the pact, was it the right decision? did it truly work, or is the pact a fairy tail told by her ancestors? Maybe she needed to test it out to make sure for herself, but how? That was a question she wanted answered before going into the forest. Stopping just outside the forest edge Liandra quickly turned towards Allistair and attacked. Knocking the young man over, she straddled his waist and brought sharped nails bearing down towards his heart. Before her nails could touch his body, a wave of searing pain engulfed her. It felt like her entire body was being ripped apart from the inside. The pain was so intense that Liandra hadn't realized she was screaming till after she pushed herself off of him. That answered a lot of questions. She managed to croak out before falling to hands and knees.
Thread: A Rude Awakening (Me x Eldrithe Whisperwind)

awww crap sorry for the delay! What Allistair hadn't expected was for Liandato attack as she pushed him into the ground. He was going to reach for his sword but she was quick and caught him off guard as she set on top of his waist and tried to pierce his heart. What the hell are you doing?! He shouted as all of sudden he hard cry out in agony while screamed and got off him, still in pain. Well it seems, the pact did have its uses after all. He got up from the dirty ground, brushing himself. Serves you right, he said as he lends her hand to help her up. If you try that stunt again, at least warn me. he said as continue walking Allistair looked at his surroundings and stopped. Then he crouched down and look at the ground. Taking some dirt into his hands, he began to sniff at it. He was high alert now as he could tell that they were not alone. He put his ear on top of the ground, and could feel the whole ground shaking, even just a little. Tell me are you well enough to fight? he whispered to his companion.
Thread: Twisted And Tangled (HoldTheDoor/Mim)

Zora Riordan knew exactly what she wanted for Christmas. It was nearly a month until Christmas, of course, but she'd already decided on a gift for herself and that gift was her history teacher. Sure, mild-mannered, married Jordan Taylor seemed like a lofty goal, especially for a sixteen-year-old girl, but Zora had every confidence that she would have him all but gift-wrapped within a month. She'd been working on him since the beginning of the school year and slowly pulling him in, so she didn't see any reason why she couldn't have him. Zora had decided she wanted Mr. Taylor on day one of her junior year. That he had caught her sucking of Michael Nelson in the boys' locker room was pure happy coincidence, but the fact that he hadn't stopped them immediately presumably out of shock nor had he turned them in had been promising. Mr. Taylor also hadn't turned her in when he'd caught a glimpse of her touching herself under her desk during fifth period European History. The second time he'd caught her at it he'd spoken to her about what was appropriate for school, but still school officials hadn't gotten involved. Gradually she'd touched herself more and more frequently in his class, slipping a hand up her uniform skirt and pushing aside her panties or rubbing her clit through the cloth. Today was the first day, however, that she'd allowed herself to cum. The desks were set up like a square with one side missing, and in the back row of the staggered desks in the middle section the only way anyone would be able to see her was if they were standing facing the class, lecturing. Zora had teased herself nearly the entire class, sitting with her knees falling apart and her panties pushed aside. With five minutes to go she finally allowed herself to pitch over the edge, biting her lip to make no noise and letting her face contort momentarily in pleasure before adjusting herself in her seat and slowly licking her fingers clean. The entire time she never broke eye contact with Mr. Taylor. At long last the bell rang. Slowly Zola packed up her bag, then sidled over to his desk at the front of the classroom. With the heels of her hands on the desk, leaning her weight on it, her breasts were forced together in the already tight white shirt. So Mr. Taylor, she said slowly, shifting her weight from foot to foot. I've been having a lot of trouble keeping the timeline straight for all this War of the Roses stuff. I need help before the test on Monday, but both my parents are working this weekend and I live like eight miles from school. Could I meet up with you at the Java Bean coffee house so I can get a little more help? Maybe tomorrow afternoon sometime? Tomorrow was Saturday, and usually at least her step-dad was home on weekends, but the Java Bean was very familiar territory for Zola. It was unlikely circumstances would get out of her control there it was within walking distance of her home and she'd rarely seen teachers there.
Thread: Twisted And Tangled (HoldTheDoor/Mim)

Erm...Well it's the weekend and out of school hours so it's not something that really should happen, Mr. Taylor said hesitantly. He didn't really mean it of course it was something he had to say just to cover his ass. They both knew that. Please? Zora pouted, pushing her breasts forward ever so slightly. She wasn't wearing a bra that day and her nipples pressed insistently against the starched fabric. Last year I was having a lot of trouble with pre-calc and Mrs. Anderson helped me a lot. Not strictly false, but she had never met Mrs. Anderson outside of school, nor had she ever tried to seduce her. The idea of seducing a teacher in order to get good grades was repugnant to her on her own Zora wasn't a bad student. But feigning a need for help was the best way to get him comfortable with meeting outside of class. Mr. Taylor was weak. I mean, if it's only for a short while, and it's purely about the War of the Roses, then I suppose I can squeeze you in. Zora smiled, not just at her victory but at the way he had worded it. What time? How does 1230 sound? A lunch date was a good way to start with particularly jumpy men. She had told Father Corner that she wanted to meet somewhere other than the church, and had asked him to meet her for coffee. Of course, Catholic priests were notoriously sexually repressed and the man barely out of seminary had given his virginity to a fourteen-year-old with barely any resistance at all. In the two years since, Zora had come to crave a bit of a challenge. Once the time was set she smiled, thanked him, and flounced out of the room, leaving the scent of honeysuckle and vanilla behind her. Zora didn't arrive at the cafe until 1242. It was not only a test to see how dedicated he was to helping her, but also to begin to teach him that they would move on her time, not his. After ordering a coffee she sat down next to him on one of the squashy couches in the cute little Bohemian coffee house. She smiled and scooted a little closer as she spread her notes out on the reclaimed wooden coffee table in front of them. I just love cozy little places like this, she commented, crinkling her nose briefly as she smiled. Especially in the cooler weather. Indeed the chilly, windy day hadn't allowed her to wear anything particularly revealing, but she did have a keyhole turtleneck and the wind had left her hair looking a attractively mussed. Her perfume, the same scent that trailed her in the hallways, enticed Mr. Taylor to come closer as she started going over her notes.
Thread: Twisted And Tangled (HoldTheDoor/Mim)

Jordan spent the whole evening sat at home unable to look his wife in the eyes. He hated himself for how weak he was against Zora, he should of said no to her. There was a lot he should of done, and yet he hadn't done any of it. He still had the chance to pull out of the meeting tomorrow, all he had to do was not turn up. He was her teacher, she wouldn't be able to do anything about him standing her up. Yet deep down he knew it wasn't a option, he knew he was enthralled by her and he was dancing along to her tune. If she wanted him in that cafe, he was going to be there. He kissed his wife goodbye in the morning, guilt in his heart as he explained he was going into school to help run one of the sports teams game that was on that day. He couldn't tell her the truth, anyone with a ounce of sense would of known that meeting a female student outside of school could only ever end badly. Looking down at the clock on his car dashboard as he got to the cafe, 1220, by the time he has sat down with his drink it must of been 1225. By the time Zora came in he'd had fifteen minutes of nervous tapping on the table and his blood running a bit to fast for his liking. When she walked through the door, he had a strange sensation of excitement and relieve that she had turned up, mixed in was the apprehension that this was actually about to happen. Jordan Taylor, a respected member of the community was meeting up with a girl that could of been his daughter, and he had everything to lose. As she sat down, her scent filling his nostrils as he took a deep sip of his drink, he couldn't help but let his eyes trail over the cutout of her jumper. She was well gifted with a fuller chest than most women, and she shamelessly flaunted what she has. As she came closer to him Jordan almost subconsciously moved towards her too, surely it was rude not to? I can see why you're a fan of a hot drink and some shared body heat on a chilly day. Jordan mused, not wanting to agree with her no matter how much he'd of liked to. As she spread her papers out across the table he began to go into detail about the War of the Roses, how it had started, the major points and how it had shaped the country at the time and in the centuries since. She seemed to listen intently, but Jordan always had the suspicion that her mind was elsewhere, it was something about the way her eyes scanned his face. Once he had finished detailing what he knew about that period of history he looked her up and down again. Is there anything else you'd like a refresher on? Jordan said, he knew he shouldn't of asked but he felt compelled to.
Thread: Twisted And Tangled (HoldTheDoor/Mim)

Jordan had always known there was more to this meeting than a concerned student who wanted to make sure she got the grade she knew she was capable of getting. Zora wasn't a student that was failing his class, in fact she was one of the best students, he couldn't help but feel that the extra tutition excuse was just a ploy to get him on his own outside of school. Yet as she asked her questions, and seemed to listen intently to his answers, his initial doubts faded away slightly. Perhaps he had been reading to much into it? Perhaps he had misunderstood the obvious signals she had given when she had played with herself under the desk. She could of just been doing it for the risk, and not because she wanted anything to happen. Every last one of those hopes came crashing down around his ears as she accidentally tipped her bag, the pictures that spilled out only acting to confirm his suspicions. She sought to frustrate him and see what his reaction was. The only problem was, even Jordan himself didn't know how he was going to react. At first his eyes tried to look away, anywhere but the pictures that his mind so dearly wanted to see. That initial resistance lasted the whole of five seconds, his neck turning and allowing his eyes a unrestricted view of the pictures. As he scanned the pictures, he felt the dull throb in his loins that he felt when she liked to play her game in the classroom. The kind of pleasure you gain when you feel you've seen a side of someone, or a sight of them doing something they thought wasn't being seen. Yet she wanted him to see and that just made him all the more curious. His hands moved without him really intending them to, his fingers moving over the pictures as he picked them up one at a time. As his eyes glanced over the picture of her lacy underwear seen from underneath her school skirt, he couldn't help but picture the scene as if it were his classroom. Shaking the image from his head his eyes feel on the picture of her wearing nothing but her skin, the dull throb in his loin growing slightly as he did. His eyes scanned every inch of the picture, the portion of her breasts that were revealed to him, the way the sun teased at other parts of her body but hid them from view, right down to her incredible legs. Once again without thinking, his hands moved without command pushing the picture into the inside pocket of his jacket. No sooner had he done so, she arrived with her drink and engaged him in conversation again. The touch of her shoulder against his, after having seen her in such an intimate way, carried far more significance to him than it had previously. He hoped the change hadn't reflected itself in his body language as he took his half of the panini and took a hearty bite. No plans for me this weekend, unfortunately so. How about you, anything planned? I'm sure you've got plenty to be doing once you get this out of the way. Jordan said, gesturing to the pile of papers. The whole time the photo in his pocket felt like it was burning hot, if he was caught with it, how would he explain it?
Thread: Twisted And Tangled (HoldTheDoor/Mim)

Not a whole lot, Zora answered with a shrug, leaning back on the couch and turning her body toward him. All but one of the pictures were near her bag, which meant she definitely had him hooked but was still being a little shy. Discreetly she slipped them into his pocket he might not even feel her do so. I have a friend who tends bar at the Cobra Club, and he gets tired of talking to drunks so I'll probably go hang out with him for a little bit. You should go some time, if you've never been. She took another bite of her half of the sandwich. Club scene isn't usually my thing, she said after swallowing, but I mostly just go for moral support. It helped that her friend also got her free drinks, no card required. Yet another man wrapped tightly around her finger, and probably the closest she ever got to a boyfriend. He wasn't her boyfriend, though. Zora wasn't anyone's girlfriend, because that meant monogamy which wasn't something she was willing to experiment with. All she really had were toys, and she was their mistress, and Jordan was the shiny new toy. She pulled her feet up onto the couch and scooted closer so that her knees were touching his thighs. So what sorts of things do you like to do then, she asked, if you don't have any plans for the weekend? Opening a rapport was always a good idea, making him feel like she cared about his hobbies and opinions. Perhaps in the course of conversation they would turn to his wife and she would find cracks in his marriage. If they were solid it didn't matter, but exploiting problems that were already there was always easier. Just to test how far she could push him before he said something, her fingers brushed gently against his as though she were distracted. In reality it was yet another way to both get him used to her touch and to make him start to crave it.
Thread: Twisted And Tangled (HoldTheDoor/Mim)

As Zora spoke of her hobbies and her plans for the weekend Jordan couldn't help but notice a pattern of behaviour. If there was a good chance that she shouldn't be doing something, Zora seemed to treat it like that's exactly what she should be doing. Meeting up with her teacher out of school hours, the same teacher you'd spent the last two months putting a private erotic showing to, wasn't something she should of been doing. Yet she had. Hanging around in a bar full of older men, drinking when she wasn't old enough, was something a girl of her age shouldn't be doing. Once again Zora hadn't made sure she had done it. She clearly fancied herself as a bit of a rule breaker and someone who wouldn't be tamed, and yet that made her all the more enticing to Jordan. My hobbies? Well preparing lectures for you guys takes up a large amount of my time. After that I suppose I spend some time cycling around the local area, I like the solace and beauty nature provides. Jordan responded to her questioning. I tend to not have plans at the weekend due to a lack of friends, and since every marriage becomes less intimate and close after time, me and my wife very rarely spent our weekends doing anything. Jordan continued, in complete disbelief with himself for having shared that information with one of his students. Yet the touch of her knees against his thigh and the touch of her hand against his spurred him on. He did nothing to stop the contact but neither did he acknowledge it. The most excitement I get at the weekend is a trip to a conference or some historical field trip. Jordan finished.
Thread: Twisted And Tangled (HoldTheDoor/Mim)

Something in his eyes told Zora that he hadn't meant to let slip that his marriage hadn't been very intimate lately. Well, he felt comfortable with her at least. She looked sympathetic to Mr. Taylor's plight, and interested in whatever he had to say. Having a few common hobbies was never a bad thing, after all, and she enjoyed nature too. Not cycling, but going on a hike might be a treat some time. I love nature too, she returned genuinely. Mountains or beach? One finger twisted her hair absently around it. Know of any good hiking or camping paths? I'm sure you could meet some people in the area with common interests. There are hiking groups, rock climbers, all sorts of outdoorsy people I could introduce you to. I could always join you if you don't get on with any of them. Zora forced a blush and looked down, playing coy as though she had accidentally let it slip out. After a moment's silence Mr. Taylor mentioned weekend conferences or historical sites. Zora looked up, eyes bright with excitement. I love visiting historical places! she exclaimed. Y'know, I've been thinking of maybe a career as a museum curator or something. They've got an exhibit coming to Boston the weekend before Christmas. We should go! Again she made a show of blushing and checking herself even as her fingertips played over his. Just, y'know, out of academic curiosity. Opportunities like that don't happen very often, and the lights are beautiful this time of year.