Thread: Of Lust and Envy: Some Sins can be deadly -- Darkangel76 and The Gladiator

Talinath let his eyes meet the warm soft gaze of his sister. He could see her emotions in her eyes. He could tell she felt remorse that she had caused his injury. He could also see the care and love she had for him. It was a bond they had shared for so many years. He had never treated her as anything less than his sister. To him she was his sister. It did not matter if in reality they had only shared one parent she was blessed of Lunaira and a welcome gift in their family. He could feel her small hands enfolding his. Her hands were small, with slender fingers, so similar to his, yet even smaller and more feminine. By human standards his own hands were not that large, but they dwarfed hers. When they were young, he had used to tease her about them, wondering how she did anything with such small hands. He almost chuckled when he remembered her holding a sword, there was no doubt in his mind that her hands were more suited to the touch of a healer. Even though as clerics they were still trained and capable of using weapons, Talinath was glad his sisters path in life had changed. Their bond had only deepened as she learned to become a healer. His smile was indulgent as he watched his sister fuss over the wound. You know I could do that myself. He said a slight hint of humor in his voice. Despite the words he was by no means stopping her and honestly welcomed her touch. He always loved to see her work, seeing her work with her magic, to see her connection to the mother, was always a humbling experience. Such a minor wound would take little effort for either of them to heal. It would hardly require Talented Tiathi to delve deep into Talinaths mind. Unlike those hideous wounds in their parents this was nothing. Even though Tiathi could easily punch through his mental shields, such was her ability to do such as a higher level healer Talinath sought inside himself and lowered his mental barriers to his sister. Un shielded he could feel her touch. So different than that first time, it was not rough and inexperienced, rather it was feather light, confident, almost in detectible. She could probably sense a bit of the royal of emotions he was feeling, not concerning the wound but the other issues on his plate, everything from the peace summit to the more immediate concerns over the things she had brought up. A soft glow came from her hands and he could feel his pain drift away as she took the pain into herself drawing it away from him. Moments later the healing was complete, no outward sign left where the injury had been seconds before. He lifted the rag to offer it to her to wipe any of the excess blood that still painted his skin away. Thank you Tiathi. He murmured, his eyes flicking up from their hands to her eyes again. I should be more careful, I am typically not so clumsy. He said, obviously trying to make a joke, to lighten the tone. Galan could feel her hands stroking and caressing him, her touches and words growing more and more forceful. She was pushing him, however he almost felt like he were being mocked. What did this whore know of his plans? Oh, did she assume he had none? Oh, he had his plans, he would have his revenge. She knew nothing about his schemes and his connections. Oh, the plans he had. Yes, yes he would make a move. However, at the moment his thoughts were turning away from long term plans. He finally spoke as his hands came down, clamping on her wrists, they were the first words he had spoken that day. Yes, I plan on doing something. He said. His tone was rough with arousal however there was still a tone of cold menace deep under the lust. She had gotten a reaction from him however he wasnt sure if it was the reaction she had intended on getting. He could feel her one hand brushing his shaft on bare skin, the other hand cupping clothed flesh. He turned around, His hands still on her wrists. He Held her hands together over her head as he pressed her back, stepping until he pressed her to the wall. He held her hands there over her head with one hand as his other hand shoved down his pants with a flick of his wrist. Hazel eyes met hers and there was a smoldering fire in them. He had made a move, although it was growing clear what he was taking in that moment was her. His hand lifted her chin with his free hand so he could kiss her hard as he pressed his taller frame against her, the smooth stone of the wall pressing against her as his frame caged her there turning the tables on her just a bit as he took what he wanted from her. His engorged sex pressed against her stomach and he pressed his hips against her making her aware of his excitement, what she had created.