Thread: beneath the veil  //  rivine & sixlikesgore.

If there was one thing that Cassandra Pentaghast took pride in, it was the fact that not many things could make her falter on the outside, at least. The talent she had in keeping her composure was one that had granted her the many titles she now sported to this day without her restraint, or sometimes lack there of, Cassandra knew she wouldn't have made it as far as reaching the late Divine's right hand. That grace, posture, and stubbornness had been harnessed her entire life, molding it into a weapon or a shield that would aid her in any situation. No matter what she faced, there wasn't even a flicker of doubt that would flash within her pupils, and the warrior would charge at whatever obstacle stood in her way. But Einar.. Since the day she'd met this Dwarf, she knew there was something about him.. something she couldn't anticipate one hundred percent. He had an unpredictable air about him that caused her chest to tighten within her armor nothing like any other dwarf, or man, she'd come across before. It gave the Seeker reason to pause, to take a few more extra cautious moments to try and calculate her next course of action.. and she couldn't remember the last time anyone had made her feel as though she had to walk on egg shells. But every time she paused to evaluate the situation, Einar would take off in another, completely throwing her off balance, and sending her through another loop of sexual tension, and frustration. It was enough to make the thirty five year old grit her teeth in annoyance. Cassandra, you talk a tough game, but I have handled women that could put you in your place five times over, Immediately as the Dwarf stepped forward with that challenge, the pinch between her furrowed eyebrows intensified - if that were even possible - and the glare that had taken hold of her orbs was now amplified even further in Einar's direction. If there was one thing that the Pentaghast hated the most in this world, it was getting told she wasn't good enough in any sense of the word. It didn't matter if what they said held any factual truth.. it was the simple basis of being told that someone, or something, was better than her. He hadn't even needed to use the tone he had for the woman to see it as a challenge to be accepted, and between the infuriating and arousing mix boiling within the pit of her stomach, the leash Cassandra had been keeping on a tight restrain was released. The moment the Seeker had pulled him into the kiss, an non-tamable fire erupted in the pit of her stomach. To entice her mood more, Einar's growl had vibrated well into the kiss, causing goosebumps to flutter along every inch of exposed skin above the water's surface, echoing within the canal of her mind, over and over again. Never had she heard him so primal before and the Right Hand found herself wondering what other types of noises she could force to erupt out of the man before her. Battle cries were nothing in comparison to the growl she had missed out on completely hearing, and you could bet your ass that the seventy-eighth in line for the Nevarran throne was dead set on achieving more. Much more. Molding their bodies nearly together, Cassandra's breathing was quickly growing in speed, causing her breasts to heave firmly into the Dwarf in front of her. A surprised moan pressed in between the kiss as she felt Einar's firm grip slip to her ass, the motion causing her hips to slightly jerk against him in retaliation. The woman's teeth came to grip the Dwarf's lower lip, jerking it roughly for a moment before abruptly releasing it. Catching her breath, hazel orbs came to rest on Einar's ever sense of the previous glare she had been sending his way was now replaced with lust, and it was amplified nearly five times the emotion. Dipping her lips to man's jawline, her teeth occasionally nipped along his skin, distracting his senses while her hands started to ease their position closer to the edge of the lake, seeking shallower water. Satisfied with the level of water they were currently in now, Cassandra dropped to her knees with an urgent sense of duty, ignoring the rocks that greeted her knees with a painful jab from the pressure, her mind already focusing on the sight before her. Pressing more hungry, impatient kisses along the man's V-line, her tongue caressed his skin teasingly, just as the woman's right hand gripped securely around the Dwarf's base. The moment her hand encased around his manhood, the warrior had to grip her lower lip between her teeth to withhold the groan it nearly caused to erupt. It'd been quite some time since Cassandra had been this close to a member of the opposite sex, and the warrior didn't want to make it so obvious. But the eagerness in which the woman's red lips encircled the man's head might've given her away. Especially when her tongue started to drag along his foreskin in a matter of seconds, barely having a chance to taste what little she could of him from his pre-juices. Gripping either side of Einar's hips, the warrior sucked her cheeks in as tightly as possible against the man's girth as the thirty five year old eased his length further into the canal of her waiting, warm mouth.