Thread: Plot Journal (No comments please)

Edana, Goddess of Pleasure A version of my Divine Prostitute plot, I really enjoyed that this rp was vary between lighter smut and darker encounter. See more Have you heard of the Goddess Edana? Sven asked over the fire. The stars were already out, the night sky a blanket for the Kingdom of Felhine. And beneath the stars, sitting in the midst of a forest was a man and woman around a fire. The man a strong and proud warrior of the north, broad shoulders accompanied by defined and battle tested muscle. He looked very much the part of a barbarian, and the way he fought only confirmed that. But who Sven really was was a mercenary, and adventurer, a sell sword. Traveling the kingdom to experience life at it's fullest. And the woman across from him? Her name was Charlotte, a daughter of a nobleman who up until a few hours ago was in the oh so unfortunate care of a group of raiders. The two had stopped to set up camp, the journey back to Charlotte's home still a half a days travel. She is the deity of Passion. She turns none away that seek comfort, acceptance. A lover to all. I praise Edana for my victory against those raiders and finding a beauty as yourself waiting. Sven said with a soft smile, his long blonde hair hanging in it's usual care free manner. Even with the scars of battle old along his flesh, Sven was still very handsome. And maybe he flaunted it, the use of no armor improved mobilty dramatically in combat. But it also showed his physique. He sat there now in just his usual cloak, pants, and boots. His large sword resting against a nearby tree. In the capitol of Felhine, there is a temple to Edana. Where priestess's of similar beauty to your's praise Edana in the practices of Passion that honor her. He added as he got up, taking his cloak off and moving over to Charlotte's side. Softly bringing the cloak around the woman's shoulders before continuing. I wish to share those practices with you tonight. So that we may honor the Goddess, and live as we were intended. Sven continued, Charlotte looking up to him with unknowing but curious gazes. It didn't take long at all before the cloak around her shoulders slipped to the ground and the two followed. The cloak a bed of sorts that Sven would take Charlotte on, with the fire at his back and the young maiden below, truly Edana was being praised that night. Of course it wasn't the only place for such devotions to be enacted. The very temple Sven spoke of, in the Capitol of Felhine was alive that very night. To call it a brothel would be an insult, seeing how brothels were kept to the outer reaches of the city. The temple of Edana was one of many temples, built and placed within the inner sphere of the city. Yes, for some gold one could sleep with the gorgeous priestess's that called the temple home. But what temple didn't accept payment for service? The Sect of Dorfane took gold for prophetic guidance on people's futures, and the Sect of Bro'Kul took gold for administering the rites of the dead. Just because the Sect of Edana performed acts of flesh didn't make their worship, their deeds any less divine. Regardless people came from all corners of the kingdom just for one night with the Divine prostitutes of Edana. And Gareth was no different. Where Gareth came from, what Gareth did for a living, what family he claimed no one knew. Nor would they ask, he was a man that only appeared at night in the Capitol. An air of uneasiness seemed to befall any that crossed his path. And yet those that Gareth took interest in, those he pursued seemed to be transfixed by him, fascinated. But what else would they feel? Gareth was a vampire after all, no stranger then the ogres of the south or the fae, but definitely a being of much dismay and hatred. So the very fact that he was a vampire wasn't something he threw around the Capitol. Why should he though? Who he was, what he was, none of that was important. It had nothing to do with his prolonged visit to the Capitol anyways. The only thing that did matter to him was the temple, more importantly the priestess that had somehow pulled every interest and obsession Gareth had ever experienced onto none other but herself. The man entered the temple and was greeted by the familiar flames that danced on top of iron bowls. Their light showing the main hall of the temple filled with patrons and priestesses. Edana be praised, it is always a pleasure to see patrons return. Came the soft chime of a woman's voice, clothed in nothing more then a silk white robe that hung loosely from her curves. Dare I ask if you are interested in any other priestesses tonight? Her question fell on deft ears though as Gareth simply produced a pouch from his belt, holding it out for the priestess to take before he made his way further into the temple. Into the mass of humans and non-humans a like laughing, drinking, and moving away to more secluded chambers of the temple. There was only one priestess that Gareth desired, that he craved, a nymph who's touch somehow warmed his cold flesh. Her blood as fresh and intoxicating as the very first being that Gareth had ever fed on. Just one more taste, just one more night would surely be enough. A lie that Gareth told himself in jest, just to make him smirk and pass the time as he searched for his priestess. Iris sat at the koi pond in the courtyard of the temple, running her fingers over the otherwise serene waters. Golden fish followed in her wake, the moonlight reflecting off the reds and whites of their scales. The nymph was a rare site in the city, but not to those who frequented the temple. Iris had served the Goddess Edana for nearly ten years, not that her years of service could be seen on her smooth skin. A wild mass of red curls cascades from her head, seemingly always in the way as she brushed back an errant curl. In her wake, the fragrances of the fruit trees in the courtyard filled the air, the nymphs enchanted presence lending itself to the lush surroundings. She pulled a peach from a tree, biting into its succulent flesh, letting its juices soak her lips and roll down her chin. She could hear the footsteps behind her, soft, yet measured. Moving towards their goal, her. She recognized him, smiling to herself as he drew closer. Id offer you a bite, but I am afraid its not to your taste, Iris offered her visitor, noting the lack of heartbeat in his presence. Verdant green eyes turned to meet his, welcoming warmth that couldnt be denied. It is good to see you again, Gareth. If they were meeting outside of the context of the temple of Edana, things would have certainly gone differently. Were they meeting in the wilds, it would be a fight, a fierce battle, between them, one striving to gain the upper hand over the other. It was not uncommon for his kind to hunt down her kind, the Faes blood as sweet and warm as it was rare. They werent meeting out in the wilds, however. There were meeting in the temple, as they had many times before. She moved to embrace him, arms wrapped around his neck as she pressed her body against his. She brought a kiss to his lips, letting him taste the desire upon her breath. She enjoyed his visits as much as he did. Like most evenings, she wore little, having no concept of shame of her body, or nudity, and not needing anything to keep her warm. A natural pattern of ivy and leaves adorned her body, covering as much as she needed to, modeled after the modestly her fellow priestess showed. She was certainly warm enough for the both of them. Should we retire to my chambers, or would you like to walk about the grounds with me? She offered, taking his arm in her own. He knew the way to her room, and so she deferred to his preference. It was always the same for Gareth whenever he saw his prey for the night. As if time itself slowed down, giving him every moment he needed to plan and attack. But such instinctual advantages did little in this situation except accentuate Iris every movement. The rest of the temple blurred from the sides of his vision as he gazed upon her vibrant red hair. With each step he could hear the soft movements of water as her hand danced upon it's surface. Even approaching from behind he could picture those lips as she breathed, those lips as she took a peach and bit into it's succulent flesh. Truly magnificent. And just as quickly as he entered his state did he leave it, standing just behind Iris as she spoke. And you as well my Lotus. Gareth replied as their eyes met, a hand reaching down to help the nymph up as the two never seemed to break the gaze. Her body had a comforting warmth too it that Gareth found almost as intoxicating as her blood, even fully clothed he could feel the soothing touch of her flesh. Though it failed in comparison to the touch of lips, pressed to his with only moments notice. The juices of that peach held no flavor for Gareth but it mattered little in comparison to the taste of her lips. His arms came around her body, resting at the nape of her back as their kiss continued. Had it been a week? Several days?Only a day? Whatever amount of time it was too much, that desire on her breath met with Gareth's own as he pulled her a little more against himself. Set aside from Iris's blood, a desire that Gareth had come to view as futile and unnecessary was that of sex. It's sensations paled in comparison to that of feeding, but somehow with Iris the joys of such an act graced Gareth once more. Be it through her Goddess's will or whatever mystical effect that came with laying with a nymph, Gareth had found his desire for her blood and her flesh quite interchangeable at times. Forbidden fruit being the sweetest after all. All too suddenly however that embrace ended, her lips moved from his and Gareth was found in wanting of more. His eyes followed her like she was escaping prey as she moved to his side, his arm tense until she took it in her own. The idea to take her here before the koi pond definitely wasn't uncommon, just walking into the temple there were already a number of patrons and priestesses engaging in praise. However the extent to which Iris and Gareth indulged, wasn't a sight that most people cared to see. The night is young, a walk with you sounds wonderful. He stated with a smile, of course his eyes were trained on her as they started to move together. I can't imagine I am the only creature that finds you in favor, yet every night I find you waiting beside the pond's waters. Could you be waiting for me? Gareth asked as they left the koi pond, smirking a little. The Temple of Edana was open to all, any culture, any race or species. As such the decorations of it's main hall was always a melting pot. Iris had a beautiful little garden by the koi pond, where another priestess had long tapestries that cascaded down from the ceiling to the bed she would lay waiting. Gareth and Iris passing by the very bed with the priestess seeming to have her hands full with two very adamant young men, mostly likely sons of nobles in the city. Iris walked about the gardens with Gareth, taking in the lovely sight of the stars twinkling above them, and the moon reflected upon the koi pond. You know the Goddess empowers us to choose who we take to our bed. Even within the contract of our service. She explained to him. Everyone is welcome here, and anyone dedicated to the dogma of beauty and passion may serve the Goddess. Our service is never compelled, but always chosen freely. It is not just the desire of our patrons that we serve. We serve our own desire, as well. She guided him to a clearing in the grove. It was one of her favorite spots at the temple. The bouquet of the fruit trees permeated the air, and reminded her of home. It was here were she felt most at peace, and somehow the presence of a predator turned lover made that sensation all the sweeter. She rose up some vines to from a bed fr them to lie upon, the ivy tightly interwoven to be both soft, and sturdy. She sat him upon the natural bedding, taking a deeper kiss from his lips this time. She took off his jacket, caressing his shoulders and arms as her tongue slip out to meet his, open her mouth to grant him access. Her nimble fingers untied his cravat, and unbuttoned his shift, soft fingers caressing the polished marble of his chest. One more hungry kiss, moaning into his mouth, as she slipped him out of his shirt. Dropping to her knees as she broke the seal of their lips, she began untying his boots, pulling them off without losing his gaze. This was a tender act as much as it was a hungry one, as she pulled off his clothes, unbuckling his belt, pulling his pants off now as well, until he was nude, just as she was before him. How would you like to start? She asked as the ivy covering her recede to reveal every inch of her to him. She pulled her thick hair up, tying it high upon her head, revealing the two small teeth marks on the back of her neck, where it curved into her shoulder. Would you like to taste me? Or shall I taste you? How Iris did it, Gareth would never know. Over the years he ha very well become jaded in many ways. And yet at but a single utterance of being desire, Gareth couldn't help but smile. It was no secret that a vampire could manipulate and control others. And those super natural beings that were immune to such power either immediately killed the vampire or ran from it. Nymphs were such beings that preferred the first option over the last. Be it from fear due to the potency of their blood, or the disgust of a being completely and utterly corrupt from it's natural form. When a Nymph and a Vampire met, either the Nymph would be drained completely dry... Or the Vampire would be hung out in a viney prison to a wait the coming sun rise. So for Iris to desire him, to truly want him of her own free will... Be it a stroke of the ego or just one more sensation, Gareth couldn't help but obsess over her more. Time seemed to pass by faster then normal when he was with Iris, and yet any moment without her felt like a waste of his time. Before Gareth realized he was sitting on a bed of ivy Iris had moved in to kiss him. Though to call it a kiss would be in lacking. There was desire, need, longing in those lips as they pressed to his. Her tongue quick to follow and press to his. He matched her intensity with his own, hands coming up to grab at her hips, trying to pull her more into himself. Of course she had other ideas, being the removal of his clothing. His jacket, cravat, and shirt finding their way to the ground. She baited him with a passionate kiss, an even more so with a moan as their lips locked.. And yet in an instant she moved away, dropping to her knees to continue with his clothing. Gareth finding himself disappointed, that disappointment fading rather quickly though as their gaze continued to be locked on one another. His eyes watched every bit of ivy recede from her body, images of the things he had done to each exposed part of her coming into his head. Her breasts, how he caressed them, how he fucked him, how he came on them. Her nipples, an almost scary temptation when he sucked upon them to bite down. And her folds, truly a spot of utter devotion.. Many a night spent ravaging it, caressing it. This night would be no different. Of course set aside of her physical beauty there was that one thing that Gareth desire just as much, Iris pulling her hair up so that Gareth could freely indulge of her neck. Please, I would like to taste. He added before bringing his hands down to her, helping her up to join him on the bed. Though he didn't move, Iris finding her place upon his lap only inches from his face. The heat from her body relaxed Gareth. The smell of peaches and flowers seemed to waft from her. One of his hands moved to the back of her head, softly tilting it to the side while the other went down to the end of her back, just above her round shapely ass. He pushed her own a little more for her to press herself to his member. Though it took only seconds before she would feel the familiar sharp pain in her neck, his teeth biting the same spot upon her flesh. By impulse alone his hands pushed harder, gripped her hair harder, his prey not escaping as he fed. Though he didn't expect her to. With each pump of her heart her neck would surge with blood, Gareth's lips practically glued to her neck so not a single drop could escape. That moan that she had let pass or lips while they kissed was returned now as Gareth groaned into her neck. His eyes starting to dilate as her blood practically felt like a drug. His cock seemed to grow harder and longer every moment he fed upon her. Gareth thrusting up to rub against her moist and heated entrance. Though it he would stop after a little while, head cocked back to look up at the moon. His mouth wide open, lips red from her blood, sharp long fangs dripping red. He would quickly look back at her, forcing a hungry kiss against her lips. His fangs would disappear as they kissed, her own blood being pressed to her lips, to her tongue. This only caused Gareth of course to suck on her tongue, her lips. To completely and utterly have his way with her mouth in both a need for her blood and a craving for her. Truly Gareth felt alive again. Iris could sense the need radiating from him as he pulled her onto his lap. Her breathing quickened as his cock pulsed against her entrance, grazing the sensitive lips with each longing throb. His body was cool and hard against her soft warm flesh. They were almost perfect opposites, her the epitome of nature, and him, as unnatural as a being could be. Yet, instead of their differences being jarring, they seemed to compliment one other, fitting perfectly together. Her breasts smoothed into the firm musculature of his chest, her thighs hugged the outside of his, her fingers fisted in his hair. The ice of his lips played along her neck, finding that spot towards the back. His spot. Iris whimpered as his teeth worried into her flesh, her skin resisting for but a moment, until it receded, letting the blood flow into his hungry mouth. As her life left her body to his, she could feel his heart beating in his chest, pumping in time with hers, as her essence brought it to life. He grew hot as he siphoned her warmth, but the desire growing between her thighs kept her content. Gareth She sighed, returning his tight embrace with her own, losing herself in the feeding. She could feel him growing harder as he drained her, his manhood flexing against her, the tip just entering her eager sex. Taking the kiss with equal hunger, she tasted herself on him, staining her lips red as his. She might not have found the same pleasure in the taste as he did, but she found pleasure in his pleasure, in him taking his pleasure form her. And beneath her, his length quivered in that same need. Moreover, she was trembling in that need, her body pumping her lust into his, until it was their lust. She couldnt wait any longer, sliding herself upon his shaft, her head rolling back as she absorbed him. A long shuddering sigh left her lips as she sheathed him, rather excited by the idea of taking it from him. He took her blood, and now she would take his passion, take his passion to satisfy her own.She movement slow and deep, feeling his every inch pressed against her inner silk. Her movements to dramatic and deliberate, elongated strokes upon him. Her entire body moved alongside his, her back arched, her hips rolled, her legs held him into her. She brought her hands up to cup her breasts, loving the way they yielded to his strong hands. Her own hands pushing down, pushing into him, caressing and pinning him all at once. So good! She praised, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, Truly Edana looks down upon us this evening. Her voice was breathless and reverent, lost in the rapture of their union. Gareth would bring his lips back down to her neck, licking up what blood had started to dribble down her neck. At the wound she would feel his tongue run along it, the very flesh slowly closing up till nothing but the scar was left. His lips kissing the scar once before Iris got the better of him with her pushing and forced the man back to lay on her bed of vines. The euphoria that came with being bitten from a vampire Iris seemed to amplify her desire, though Gareth never dove to much in asking about it. How could he fathom that she was taking something from him after he took her blood? And yet no woman could make Gareth feel whatever it was that Iris made him feel. No woman had the man lost in hours of fantasy like Iris did. He watched as his Nymph lover bounced upon his manhood, her inner silk taking every inch of his member like it was made for him. Gareth's hands caressed Iris's full breasts, the warmth and smoothness of them as he squeezed and pushed the mounds together was as soothing as the action was erotic. Thumbs and fingers coming to her nipples to softly pinch and pull, only to let go and grope her breasts as a whole as she continued to ride his cock, to take his passion and show him how she was really the only one worthy of it. His desire for her didn't just stem from the rarity of her blood, her beauty and her skills in service of her Goddess held their own in the man's Obsession. Then let us make her turn her gaze with rose colored cheeks. Gareth stated before his hands moved from her breasts, grabbing Iris and bringing her down onto her bed. Moving in a fluid motion he turned and got her onto her back without pulling out of her heated and wet lower embrace. His eyes never left hers, gazing into their perfection to see the lust she shared with him. The man's hips moving back to thrust the full length of his member inside of her. His flesh slapping against hers, his need for her only matched by her need for him.Long, hard, yet slow thrusts to emphasize his need. Wanting to see her reactions, to hear her moan and cry out for more. And yet the irony was that he didn't want her to say anything... Or at least not be able too, leaning down his lips couldn't help but press to her own, groaning into her mouth. He wanted to share her breath since he had none, he wanted to taste her once more. Though not of her blood but of her mouth, to intoxicate himself with her perfection. Because that was what he saw in her, his perfect lotus in this field of decay that was the Capitol Felhine. Iris let out a thrilled squeal as Gareth lifted her so easily and placed her on her back, not once breaking the joining of their flesh. There was nothing else in the world but them, the sound of their bodies meeting and moving against each other, their delightful cries of pleasure and praise to the Goddess. She gazed up at him, and him back down at her, as his long, hard, deliberate motions drove within her. She reveled in every inch of him, her body gleefully yielding to his, accepting him completely. Everything he was, she accepted, and everything he wanted, she gave, willingly. She wanted to give it to him, wanted him to have it, and wanted him to give it back to her in return. Gareth... she tried to called out, as he drank the name from her lips, savored the taste of her yearning upon her breath. Her arms came up around his armed, hands resting on the back on his shoulders, pulling him into and against her, not wanting even an inch of separation between them. More, She pleaded him, begged him, as he released her mouth from his hunger. Her hip moved against his, her legs came up to grip his waist, keeping him within her depths. More, she called again, demanding this time. Insistent, as her breathing grew labored and perspiration appeared on her brow. More! She screamed into the night, beseeching both him and Edana, nails digging into his back, ankles hooked into his hips, back arched into him. She cried wordlessly as her release took her. A deep scarlet blush passed over her feature, traveling along the path of he blood, leaving her quaking in its wake. Trembling around his body, as the climax took her, claimed her, until there was nothing left but to surrender to it. Gareth she exhaled, as her breathing caught up to her blood, pulsing through her veins. Goddess.. she acknowledged, coming down from nirvana. She kissed him, still moving against him, in time with him, craving the feel of his release as well. It was like a fire really, started small but as more fuel was added the flames only grew larger and hotter. Hearing his name escape those lips of hers had his hips thrusting faster, feeling her arms and legs come around to hold him that much more against her had his hips grinding against hers with each full thrust. Hearing her plead for more, demand more had their flesh slapping loudly against one another. Gareth tettering on the edge of passionate sex and animalistic lust. That fire a raging inferno once her ankles hooked to his hips, her nails dug into his back, and her back arched for the first release she would experience. Gareth's hips pressed firmly against her own as her body rode out the euphoric high of such a climax, his member buried as deep as he could get it for her to squeeze and squirm upon. His eyes were glued on her face, how she looked at him, how she closed her eyes and moaned only to open them and look to him once more. The only thing stealing his attention was the deep scarlet blush upon her features, his eyes following it as blood coursed through her body. An oh too familiar craving starting to creep up once more. However what brought the man back to the moment was nothing else but Iris's subtle movements. The joys of the flesh almost masked once more by the joys of blood. She actually got Gareth to groan, his attentions coming back to the more carnal activity the two were very much caught up in. His hips matched her own, the craving for release just as potent. Though one of his hands moved up to her head, softly pulling so she would expose that beautiful neck of hers once more. Gareth waited though, his hips meeting hers, his cock delving inside again and again. Her warm and wet inner walls still tight as they squeezed him, as they tried to coax his release as well.The desire for release evident in his movements as he gazed into her eyes.Unable to look away for a moment as he took his perfect lotus, up to the point where he buried himself fully inside of her once more to unload his seed. Infertile of course, the of the many curses of undeath, but still he came inside of her. Of course his release was matched with a quick and sudden motion, leaning in so he could sneak his teeth into her neck once more. The man groaned loudly into her neck as he fed once more, indulging in not only the bliss of an orgasm but the pleasure of feeding. Luckily he had the support of a bed beneath him because if he was standing such a combo would most definitely keep him from standing. Gareth feeding till his cock stopped pumping his cum into her, his tongue coming out to lick the wound and seal it before he moved back. Even though he had finished cumming his cock was still hard, still throbbing even. Partially due to the touch up of blood, but mostly because of the pinnacle of his desires beneath him filled with his seed. I think it is your turn for a taste. Gareth stated with a bit of a smirk, his hips moving back just enough for his cock to escape the lips of her pussy. The act of him feeding upon her as he came was incredible. The blood pumped form her body to his, as his seed pumped from his body to hers. He replaced every drop of her essence with his lust, taking the warmth from her body but replacing it with her own. It was nearly enough to send her over the edge again, as she quivered under the weight of this bliss. Oh course. I long to savor you, as you have savored me. She took a moment to breathe as he pulled out and off her, briefly jealous of the fact he no longer needed to. Still, she pushed him, gently, yet eagerly down on the bed, eyeing his attentive organ. Licking her lips she got herself into position, looking up the length of his body. Her tongue found the base of his member, running up along the bulge underneath. Collecting the proof of their worship, and moaning into the taste of them, together. His veins pulsed with the blood he drank from her, and she returned the pleasure he had given her in the draining of it. Her soft, plump lips wrapped around his crown, indulgently sucking him. She let her saliva roll down his shaft, and she ringed her tongue around the tip. Slowly, she moved down his meat, slavering her way down. Her eyes never left his, other than to close occasionally when the taste was exquisite, as his marble cock disappeared between her red lips. She kiss the base of his manhood, as the blunt head pushed into her throat. She came up now, maintaining a measured pace, engulfing his entire shaft each time. Her hand sought his as she bobbed hard and faster each time. Her otherhand caressed his abs and chest, feeling his muscles moving and working just under his pale skin. She would not stop until she received this offering to the Goddess, drinking down the proof of their passion. His cock was coating with her drool, as she pumped him between sultry silken cheeks, and her eager tongue danced along his veins. To imagine, a creature that wanted to savor him? There was a sick pleasure in the thought, though of course not in the same way that he savored her she still found some way to leave Gareth in awe of her, in need. Not just in the flesh but in her composure, her demeanor, whatever it was that kept her from looking at him in fear, that kept her in such confidence when at any moment he could drink more then he should. Yet here she was now able to look him dead in the eyes and take from him, demand from him. It was something he hadn't felt in centuries. He would fall to the floor if that was where she wished him to go, his perfect lotus positioning him on the ivy bed so she could get her own taste. Gareth couldn't help but indulge in the sight of her, moving into position. Though that indulgence turned into overwhelming pleasure once her tongue came out to rub against the base of his cock. Be it from the first orgasm or something only explained by Edana herself, that first lick caused Gareth to thrust up on impulse, to even moan. Iris.. He couldn't even keep eye contact anymore, head tilting back as she started to suck his member into her mouth. And yet when he gained control of his faculties the first thing he saw with his head tilted back down was Iris's eyes, locked in a hypnotic gaze that she most certainly didn't break on his account. Gareth's hands gripping what he could of the ivy bed as he laid there, as she practically engulfed his member into her mouth, into her throat. His cock already throbbing from overstimulation as she paused to kiss his manhood, as she moaned with it in her mouth. Gareth moaned louder, trying to groan but just didn't have the composure. Gareth never admit it, but what pushed him over the edge wasn't the finishing barrage of constant full movements up and down his length. It wasn't how her tongue danced along his veins or how she drooled so she could go faster. What did it was the simplest of gestures, the feeling of her handing his own as she did this for him. As she pleasured him. His hand gripped hers tightly as he started to climax, balls pumping seed once more into Iris's body. Only at a different hole. That eye contact broken once more as Gareth tilted his head back, moaning out Iris's name as his hips started to thrust up with each pulse of his cock. He never let go of her hand, not even once his cock went limp in her mouth. He simply pulled her softly, as if beckoning her and asking if she would join him. Gareth knew she would, and once she was well laying on top of him the man didn't hesitate at all in kissing the woman. One arm coming around to hold her to himself, the other one flat at his side with her hand still in his. His eyes gazing into her own as he laid there. You should leave with me... Gareth stated softly, as if afraid saying those words might change what was happening. But really he feared the answer she might give. That wouldn't be so bad would it? He asked with a grin, kissing her again before she could even answer. Iris lied in Gareths arms, enjoying the feeling of closeness, and the heat he had siphoned from her body. She wasnt exactly cold, but she was comforted by his affection. She wished they could sleep in each others arms, but he needed the confines of a sunless enclosure. He must have had the same desire though, as he spoke his words. I can be possessed no more than one could possess a river or the wind. To keep me as yours would be to kill me Gareth. To kill everything you love about me. She explained mournfully, wishing she could be both Iris, and be his. But it would never work, she could never be happy, even if they made love under the stars every night. She was a force of nature, and nature was not meant to bekept. But I could put you in a pot, set you before my window. Brilliant no? Gareth asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, though the truth of the matter was she couldn't. She was right though, the very fact that she wouldn't be his made him obsess over her, the very fact that she... wait did she say love? The man looked at her with a bit of a smirk. What makes you think I love you little lotus? He asked, even more sarcasm in his voice as he kissed her. I haven't experienced love in centuries, what makes you so special? Again he kissed her, unable to keep himself from playing a little with the banter. Though what was really surprising was the feeling below his waist, a pressure against his cock. His member growing erect once more without the need for that initial bloody pick up. What better time for his body to answer that love question for him. But before she could comment he would turn her onto her back, I'm going to love you to death then! He added, assaulting her in the most passionate and loving way he could. No matter how coy or clever he tried to disguise himself as, the truth remained that he did love her. And he had a few more hours of nightfall to show it!