Thread: Darkness and light (LeatrixSage and Silver Star)

All the Drow could do was stand back, cross her arms over her chest, and watch the man with a detached amusement that was threatening to spill over into obnoxious laughter. When he had undressed the night before, shed been treated to the surprise. Beneath his robes was not the soft, fleshy body so typical of his ilk. He wasnt a man of action, or a creature that had seen very much hard labor, but he was leanly muscled and finely toned in a way she hadnt expected. There was a certain untapped strength there that she found particularly amusing as it applied to the mans current suffering. She couldnt imagine how much the saddle-sore he was suffering from was worsened by the prominent erection he was sporting, and she was certain if she felt more pity or amusement in that moment. Its normal, Liora smirked, her head tilting to the right while her bright red eyes admired the fact that, without the robes, the priest was more physically impressive than he had realized before. If she was so inclined, and if he knew how to use the blessing he was given, he had the potential to be a capable lover. But, only new riders usually suffer badly enough for it to slow them down. I spend more time on horseback than on my own feet, so it doesnt bother me anymore. While she watched the man struggling to walk or sit, Liora realized they werent going anywhere as quickly as she would have liked if she didnt help him. Part of her felt he deserved every ache for daring to pray for her despite her insistence that he didnt, but the more rational part of her mind knew that theyd end up wasting an entire day and a small fortune along the way for what the Inn Keep would demand for the inconvenience. With a resigned sigh, Liora walked around the bed to kneel down between the priests legs. She ignored the hard-on he was so shy about as she lifted one of his legs to set his foot on her knee so that her hands could worked the knotted tissue of his calf to encourage the muscles to release. A hot bath would do better, she muttered, her temper was shortening, and irritation found its way into her tone because of the position of service she found herself in. But, we dont have the time for that. The Drow bent her mind to what her task required to break her thoughts away from her distaste for it. Not that touching the priest was distasteful, but that being of service to him was. It wiggled under her skin and pricked her ire through memories of similarly demeaning tasks dropped on her as a lower member of her family. It made her feel petulant, but her hands were sure and steady as they worked up the mans leg. She ignored his protests and his discomfort, even going so far as to dig her fingers into his flesh to increase his discomfort when she ordered him to sit still. Once he gave up on trying to escape her, the task didnt take very long. The priests body was toned, but the muscles werent very thick, and that made working out the knots and sore places much easier. No, she reverted back to his questions from before to distract them both. I didnt sleep, that would defeat the purpose of being your guard, wouldnt it? But, I rested. Thats enough for now. Taking the time to explain that she didnt need as much food or sleep as he did had seemed like a waste of time, so she didnt bother to elaborate further. His concern for her physical well-being was nearly as amusing as his discomfort with her physical nearness, and equally as exasperating. No, I dont need your help, Im not sore. It wasnt entirely a lie. Her neck ached, but she didnt need his help. Compared to the wounds from her past, the minor pain was little more than an inconvenience. It was far more important that he could walk and ride. When she was done with her task, she stepped back to collect the priests robes and set them on the bed next to him. Come on, she told him as she walked around the bed to collect her belongings and the food that would be their breakfast as they got on the road, get dressed and meet me outside. Well walk the horses while be breakfast, give you time to stretch your legs. Well have to make up the lost time later on. Liora left him quickly in her attempt to avoid his perpetual need to thank her for everything she said or did that was relevant to his existence. Outside the Inn, their horses were stabled and waiting for them. Liora tied one of the sacks to her saddle and one to his. Every road leading to the Inn, and by extension, the capital, was known to have its share of highwaymen and bandits that waited to catch the unwary traveler. Most reserved their energy for merchant caravans or overconfident nobles, but she still wanted to stay ahead of them. Liora was running these things through her mind to distract herself from the fact that her mind kept trying to turn back to the naked man. She was determinedly ignoring the fact that beneath the safety of her armor there was physical proof of how his nakedness had affected her. She could overlook the fact that her heart rate had increased and that her skin had warmed, but that warmth had spread to tighten her nipples into taunt buds that ached for attention. The sensation was a mirrors image to the subtle yearning that left her pressing her legs together in an attempt to smother it. He was a human, and a small one at that. It was beneath her to have an attraction to something so frail, and yet that didnt stop the need that pulsed insistently between her thighs. Liora frowned as she stood waiting with the horses for the man to appear. She had the sense that this was going to be an itch that didnt leave until she scratched it. Given the priests discomfort with such a sinful lust, it could prove entertaining in more ways than one. The Drow grinned as she made up her mind. She wanted to know what it would take to break such a devotedly religious mans convictions, and she was going to find out.