Thread: To Love and Lust (insatiable x Sarah72)

Silence filled the room lit only from the blazing fire crackling in the large stone fireplace that provided the only source of illumination. Small droplets of water trickled down the brown cloak that wrapped Kiera's body and dropped into the small, but expanding puddles of water circling her boots. Her eyes slowly scanned the peering faces that could be seen all the while feeling the gazes from shadows in the room staring as they traversing over her form. Stoically quizzical looks mixed with the the heaviness of the air that filled the room Kiera could sense the curiosity, greed, drunkenness, and lust directed at her. Partially obscured by the edges of the hood that surrounded her face, what could not be seen only added to the apprehension in the room and Kiera sensed that what happened next would either hasten or belay a confrontation of blood letting with these in the room that would seek to display their masculinity with acts of ill fated foolishness. Slowly, Kiera raised her gloved hands and gently pushed back her hood and in doing so, allowed her matted, unkempt flaming red locks to spill out and down her shoulders while also exposing the ornate handle of Excalibur, her own pet name she had long ago endowed upon her trusted blade. Allowing her arms to lower gradually, Kieras gaze flicked from one masculine face to another and she could see the decisions and their hesitations being made etched into the faces her gaze alighted on until slowly, her eyes closed and the vision of the first that was die filled her thoughts. Suddenly, hearing the commotion in the room, Kiera's eyes flicked open to settle on the figure that seemed to flow down the stairs and into the room and watched as the same faces, so eager just a few seconds before to recklessly risk the spilling of their blood, scramble toward the sensuous figure of a woman stepping from the stairs into their midst. Watching the woman, Kiera realized she must be a local gypsy, ahhh, a fortune teller, she heard the words being whispered from the darkness around her and from the commotion and begs of those that sought her attention, Kiera assumed sthe gypsy was good at her trade. As she watched, Kiera gradually became aware of the warmth and feeling of vibration of the amulet that rested between her tightly bound breasts tied to the end of the leather strap resting inside her earth green blouse over which her thick leather vest was tied and her eyes flickered quickly down to gaze where the unseen stone rested. Kiera had never known the stone to be anything other than the gift to her by her mother that it was purported to be, and its action was something that had never before been known to her experience. Pardon me, my lady, the gypsy-like lady called Kiera's attention, I hope this is not too intruding, but I feel obligated to warn you of the terrible, vengeful shadow that surrounds you. A sincere smile creased Mara's lips, but her large, almond-shaped eyes held a knowing worry. Carefully, she continued, I assure you this is no folly nor trickery against you. Many of this tavern will attest to my power of foresight. With the sound of the almost musical voice, so unexpectedly close, Kiera's eyes flickered quickly back up and found the gypsy standing close, and strangely, Kiera felt a tingle run through her body and without realizing it, she felt the woman's gaze inexplicably holding her gaze captive. Part of Kiera wanted, no not wanted, but needed to step back or to push the woman back, but strangely, she could not force her body to take those actions and worse, she found all of her senses seemed to be overly stimulated as she could smell the scent of the gypsy, a lingering, erotic fragrance, while at the same time, she could hear the woman's heart beat that seemed to have synced and beat in step with hers, yet, in the back of Kiera's unconsciousness where her sensing desperately tried to break through the fog that had settled over mind, she was unaware of the erotic arousal of the hormones that had begun to flood her body nor did she feel the heat and insistent tremors emitting from the amulet inside her clothing. Suddenly, the room begin to sway and undulate, a cold wind flooded into the room, settling over it like thick blanket of ice. Sputtering, the blazing fire quickly gave up died and extinguished to allow the a thick darkness to settle upon everyone and everything within which caused all sounds within to cease as time and human froze in place it darkness closing over all while tentacles from the inky black mass ebbed and flowed up, and around the body of the gypsy, sliding in and under the openings of her clothing to settle over her skin. ....ENOUGH Succubus.... the words without audible voice hung in the air...flowed around the ebbing darkness filling the room ....you FORGET..who you SERVE.......do you not realize...this one is protected by the amulet...the amulet of the Timbler order .......unless you care not for your damnation... it hissed whisperingly in the gypsy's ear as her clothing moved over her body pulsating with a life of its own....