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

Tiathi winced as she watched Talinath suddenly falter, his skilled and dexterous hands missing the mark as the knife slipped and he cut himself. The blood was bright and beautiful as it pooled about his finger, a stark contrast to the color of his flesh as he moved to get a cloth to stay the flow of the blood. She could hear the knife fall as he went to wrap up the wound, her mind swirl with frustration, nervousness and mostly... guilt. Her words had clearly struck her brother at his core. She knew what his thoughts had initially been that night all those years agohow wrong it had been. Had he truly felt that way even still, even now? She know she did not, not even then for it had been she that had urged him to continue, to not stop and embrace the gift of the night. Biting down on her lower lip, Tiathi felt a shiver run along her spine, her skin tightening beneath the sheer robe that barely covered her slim body. She lowered her head, averting her cat-like eyes toward the floor as tears began to prick at them. No. She would not let Talinath see that his reaction had affected her. She was too proud to let on. Swallowing hard, she pushed a lock of dark brown behind an ear and sucked in a sharp breath, her ears twitching as she braced herself for the inevitablerejection. But Tiathi wasn't about to take it lightly. She needed Talinath to understand that this wasn't a game or a fanciful dream. This was quite real for her, a gift from Lunaira... she had no doubt about it. The signs were there and she was ready to embrace it with both arms. The love had been formed and allowed to nurture and grow when they were young and it was then given the chance to become something more... something beautiful to cherish and forever hold dear thanks to the guidance of Lunaira. The dreams were a means to never forget, to keep the feelings raw and true. Tiathi looked up at her brother, her dark hair falling about her slender shoulders like that of a rippling waterfall. You do more than stand out and it is more than just a compliment, her voice was soft, almost a whisper. It runs deeper than that, she added before pausing, her eyes locking onto Talinath's. I think you know this. At least, I hope you do, she said. Daring to be bold, Tiathi took a few steps toward Talinath until she stood before him. Slowly she brought her hands up to his until she took hold of his injured hand in her own, bringing it to her lips so that she could gently place her lips against the injury. She then gave him a smile. May I? Tiathi asked, her face lightening just a bit as she hinted to Talinath that she wished to take a look at the cut he'd given himself when she mentioned her thoughts and dream to him only minutes ago. Galan didn't move, but Lorelei could tell he didn't mind her presence. The very fact that he hadn't gotten up or pushed her away was proof enough of that. She nipped at his ear again before letting her tongue gently slide along the outer shell. You know it's achievable, Lorelei stated, her words a husky whisper as she smiled against Galan's ear. Her hands slid along his body, taunting his flesh beneath her delicate fingertips. Lorelei's touches were firm and with purpose as she let her hands glide along Galan's arm and chest. Her palm moved over a hardened nipple and her smile broadened, a tiny breath escaping her as her hand began to move lower along his defined abdomen. Her red hair fell forward as she leaned against him. Her body pressed harder leaving no gaps between them, flesh on flesh and her hand moved lower as if snaking toward a final goal. Finally, Lorelei felt the power against her hand, a thickening and masterful weapon that could tame any beast, bringing it to its knees. How she wanted to feel that power, see it come to light as the fire burned within him, her at his side where she belonged. It was their right and she'd see it happen, would make it so. I can feel it coursing in your veins, Galan. Every throbbing pulse. Lorelei nibbled Galan's ear, lavishing butterfly light kisses along it until she gently sucked the lobe into her mouth. Meanwhile, her hand had pressed against his hardened shaft, her fingers curling about it above the material that barred the waywretched clothand gently began to stroke. You want what you deserve, she whispered, her words forceful. So take it.