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

Tiathi's emerald eyes locked with Talinath's, her gaze un-breaking as her tiny hands went to work slowly unwrapping the cut on his hand. Already she could sense the making of the wound, the way his flesh had been parted by the blade that had severed it, slicing it clean along with the nerves and other fibers before almost striking the bone beneath. The injury was hardly fatal or overly serious, in fact, he'd make a full recovery having it tended to by any ordinary healer, one newly trained in the arts or even one just trained in the ways of the wilds thus knowing nature's medicinal provisions. But no. She wanted to be the one to aid him here. It would be her that helped and healed him now. Slowly, Tiathi removed the cloth, letting it fall away into one of her hands. Carefully, she set it aside and already she could tell that the blood from within Talinath would soon begin to pool once more. The bleeding hadn't stopped quite yet and if the wound wasn't tended to or if he moved too much, it would probably resume in full once again. Giving her brother a smile, she placed a hand on top of his while the other was below, sandwiching his in between. The trick she was about to pull was a simple one. It would render him scarless and didn't require much effort insofar as energy was concerned, though she would sense his pain to a degree and she owed him that. After all, he cut himself due to her bringing up something that caused him discomfort. And that was the last thing she'd meant to do to the one she cared for above all others. The one she regarded above anyone else. Tiathi's eyes still held Talinath's gaze, her smile holding as she cupped his hand between her own. Slowly, she could feel and sense the wound, the stinging pain from his flesh having been severed. Her mind worked to ensure it be cleansed before the fibers began to knit themselves together bit by bit, piece by piece. She could feel the energy flowing between them as a soft glow formed from her hands. Slowly, Lorelei's strokes became longer, quicker, a bit more determined while her lips continued to brush against Galan's ear in gentle movements. Her other hand slid exquisitely over his body, almost as if in admiration, finger tips trailing the lines and angles of his arms, his chest. Finally, her fingers found the hem of his pants, teasing the material just a bit. I see your eyes lingering, Galan, Lorelei whispered, her fingers playing with the hem as one dipped just below to brush against his flesh beneath. They pine for what looms in the distance. I can see the desire and feel the fire burning inside. She pressed against him, her breasts rubbing against his back as her nipples hardened with each caress of skin on skin. Another finger moved below the hemline while her other hand continued her strokes, languid movements, strong and fierce as she let her fingers taunt him. Are you just going to sit here and pine? she asked, her voice husky and thick, full of lusty need as she breathed against his ear. She let her tongue dart out as she let it move along the outer shell, her lips kissing and nibbling before she suckled it gently with purpose. Lorelei knew what she was doing. She was playing Galan, riling him up and stoking the fire. How she loved watching the embers spark and burn before they rose up into full out flame. She could already see the sparks igniting, the rush of smoke as it lifted and billowed. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as her red hair fell forward over his shoulder, her cheek brushing his as she went to work on his ear with her mouth. Her hands continued to busy themselves with other thingsone stroking, one teasing, boldly daring to move ever lower beneath the material that covered his legs and the power she knew that resided between them. So, Galan, Lorelei whispered. Are you going to sit idly or are you going to finally do something? she taunted, daring him to take action or forever remain motionless while life continued to mock him, pass him by while he sat there and moped. Giggling softly, she let her hand reach further under his pants, her fingers brushing against his hardened shaft. Yes, he was ready. It was just a matter of him seizing and going after what was his.