Sweat.<br/><br/>Musk.<br/><br/>Salty, bitter, stinging stench that perfumed the eveningâ??s air.<br/><br/>In the furthest corners of the darkened hall, he could hear the droplets left over by yesterdayâ??s rain splash into small puddles. It was a hint of a sound though, as anotherâ??s breathe husked directly into his ear. Their bodies mingled upon the harsh stone ground, scraping and bruising their flesh. The moonlight had already begun to take its reign over the sky in Elizer, ghosting over their agile bodies and illuminating them like two holy creatures uniting.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#40ff40"><i>Nix,</i></span>his mind supplied to him, reminding him of the far Eastern lands he had once guarded. The first moon to have been named and identified as one of Marosiaâ??s moons, glistening a blue hue in its eerie light that consisted of solar reflections around the Eclipse. Such a beautiful moon for the strangely serene Evening that slowly shifting into the darkness of night. Ever sense the Eclipse had fallen before all of Marosia, the only thing that distinguished night and day was different shades of the moonlights that hued their surfaceâ??s color.<br/><br/>Yes, a beautiful moon, for the dawning of a beautiful night. And a beautiful woman, warming the cold room with her lavishing touch. Greedy hands smoothed over pale flesh, flexing pectorals to firm shoulders. His soft, blue-silver hair was roughly grasped, thin fingers curling like an iron grip on the back of his head. Her own flesh was pale against his, warm and supple as any woman compared to the natural sinew of a manâ??s. As he breathed into her shoulder, black hair tickled his nose.<br/><br/><b>â??Gandrianâ?¦ even here, youâ??re so cold.â?</b>her silken voice teased, hips arching upwards to meet the downward slide. Their chests moved in synchronization, their hips swaying in near perfect motions with and against one anotherâ??s. Pleasure coursed through the synapses, frizzling the nerve endings like bolts of lightning. His thick shaft glistened with her natural lubricant, while her body warmed him faster than his natural ability to remain cool could kick in.<br/><br/>A soft chuckle escaped him, before he nuzzled her neck and sat up to lean his upper body back. Their hips matched thrust by thrust, despite his movements. Soft sea-blue eyes gazed down at herâ??or rather, between her legs, where the tuff of pubic hair was stroked by his own. Just seeing their sexes mingle sent shivers down his spine, sweat sticking hair against forehead.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4080bf">â??Thatâ??s alright, I have you to warm me up.â?</span>he teasingly stated, words dripping with a honey that could have killed bees.<br/><br/>It wasnâ??t enough for her though, as she wanted more from him. No, more<i>of</i>him. Strong thighs, firm and powerful like a race horseâ??s, clamped down on his hips. Her body agile, using a leverage of limbs and cobble stone to knock him down onto the ground. Whereas they had been standing in their moment of passion, his body nearly crushing her against the stone wall, this new position left him breathless for a mere moment. Air shoved out of his lungs from the fall, head slightly aching from the thud it had made hitting the ground, Gandrian grunted as pain mingled with pleasure. They had parted bodies just for a brief moment, but she was upon him quicker than a starving man upon a feast. Her tight passage clamped down on his prick once more, sliding with just a touch of resistance that indicated that she had been virginal.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4080bf">â??Now that wasnâ??t nice.â?</span>he muttered, hands on her hips as she rode him. The brunette laughed freely, leaning down to press her lips against his jawline, just before the shell of his left ear.<br/><br/><b>â??We donâ??t play nice, remember?â?</b>she husked, before sitting up fully and moaning at the delicious feeling. He grinned at her, thoroughly enjoying the sight of a fine woman riding him with wanton abandonment. Ethereal, majestic, powerful, deadlyâ?¦ she didnâ??t need to flaunt her poisonous intents the way that some other women in the Dark Army did, but she was just as deadly. Perhaps not as powerful as the female Lieutenants, but no matter the woman, hell hath no furry when scorned.<br/><br/>He could see it in her eyes, as she stared down at him with conquest. Had he scorned her? He didnâ??t know, as he never had the strongest ability to peer into a womanâ??s eyes and deduce her emotions.<b>â??Your skin flushes a lovely shade. To think, the powerful General, reduced to such a lovely creature.â?</b>she brushed her fingertips along his jaw, nudging his chin, before trailing down the pale throat and towards the panting chest. If anyone were to look, they could clearly see it in her eyes. She felt power, raw adrenaline gnawing at her at being able to press the Kingâ??s right hand down, fucking him like he had no control over the situation. Her hands slithered along his arms, grasping the wrists and pinning them down on the hard ground.<br/><br/>Their completion neared, hips plowing into one another, spearing like there was a way to ride one another of a sin. Her body undulates with a firmness that radiated the desire to prove that she was truly dominating him. The silver-blue let out a soft whisper of a moan, lips finding their way pass her supple breasts, nipping lightly at the perked nipple, before trailing up her slender neck. Without words passing their panting states, he sealed their lips in a passionate kiss. Hot, scorching heat rushed through both parties, a fire that sparked from the pit of their souls crushing outwards and breaking barriers.<br/><br/>Just as it came, his body and mind soaring upwards in a spiral of pleasure, another sort of spark flared. A painful stab wrecked through his nervesâ??starting from the base of his right earlobe.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4080bf">â??FUCK!â?</span>he growled out, sharp as the pain he felt. His one eye visible rolled back into his head with pain and residue pleasure, before he sat up. One arm looped around her waist, the other sliding up her back to press her head towards him. One final kiss, a tingle that left her lips a bit sore. And right after a moment of the delicious kiss, she was shoved onto the cold floor without a care.<br/><br/>Gandrian stood up and fetched his pants.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4080bf">â??Fuckerâ?¦ canâ??t even give me a decent moment for myselfâ?¦â?</span>he grumbled under his breath, already walking away from the woman recovering on the stone ground. His hand clenched at his shoes, pants dangling over his forearm, while the other hand rubbed the biting sting away from his ear.<br/><br/><b>â??Wait! Where are yo-!â?</b>but she would never finish her sentence, as her body began to violently react to the poison he had kissed into her system. Twitches became violent spasms, wrecking her limbs, before she began to retch, and then uncontrollably contorted her body in pain. Her death wouldnâ??t be swift, but he didnâ??t care whether or not he â??gaveâ? her enough poison. Gandrian understood the needs of his body, the want of sexual contact. However, his emotions were rarely connected to the needs of his body, and to have the same person twice gave them a sense of power over him. So the solution? A soft and passionate kissâ??a final goodbye.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the Treacherous knight was still grumbling under his breath, frustrated that his time withâ??and oh, what a time to realize he never got her name; pityâ??someone, was cut off in the height of things. Vayne had always had the knack to summon him whenever the man liked, which often time, was an inconvenience for himself.<br/><br/>As he continued to stumble into his pants and down the darkened hallways of the grand castle, the silver-blue didnâ??t even take note of where he was going. His body knew its way around here, a castle of where he had nearly grown up in. The King of Darkness had decided to use the old throne room as his own, black touch darkening the area that once shone with radiance. It wasnâ??t like some fairytale, where the angels were turned to wretched gargoyles or something. No, just shadows over old memories, the splendor of Elizer still vibrant around them, only covered with blood and lightless areas.<br/><br/>The drapes were something new though.<br/><br/>At least, Gandiran didnâ??t remember them having royal blue ones, compared to the ones that were pristine white.<br/><br/>Oh, and he supposed the double doors were new, leading to the throne room. It had once been a single door, but the attack had blasted bits of the stone around it. Someone had mentioned how tacky it would look if they fixed it like that, so they decided to carve out more of the wall and made double doors.<br/><br/>But other than that, not much as changed.<br/><br/>Stepping into the throne room, it might have looked like Gandrian was paying some respect as he had his head bowed down. However, it was just him trying to do up his pants. If there had been any other person in the room beside Vayne, he didnâ??t acknowledge it, as he wouldnâ??t need to unless they spoke to him. A splendid room, large and spacious for any number of guests. The spider webs of what used to be beautiful tapestry looping along the ceiling now tinged with a darker aura, the entire setting just pointing inwards towards the main platform.<br/><br/>Once the final hook had been latched and his crotch was covered from view, he slackened his arms and eased himself down upon one knee. He was, after all, not<i>that</i>stupid, that he didnâ??t know how to butter his King up with submissive acts of loyalty. That, and he was sure he looked and slightly smelled like he had just had coitus. Bathing was always a must-want for him after such things, but it felt like Vayne would give birth to his colon if his call wasnâ??t obeyed. And no one liked a cranky King.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4080bf">â??You summoned for me, my Lord?â?</span>he asked evenly, traces of irritation at being interrupted completely devoid in his tone, as if it had never been there. Almost shyly, he raised his head fractionally, peering upwards at the black haired male.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#40ff40"><i>We need haircuts.</i></span>