<em><strong>(JOINED POST: BUBBY AND DARTHVEGETA800)</strong></em><br/><br/><strong>The Queen's bedchamber: General Sakarra and Magnus Thane</strong><br/><br/>She had gone in search of the Angel that was supposed to be at the Gate, but he was not to be found. Nothing could describe the anger that rolled through her at this. Was this part of the Queen's game? To send her on chases that did not exist? The Shadows rolled and boiled in response to her seething, and onyx eyes slipped closed as she gathered a slow breath. Fine. Sakkara could play too. With a low, growled command the Shadows would envelop her, taking her to her own chambers. The Imp that seemed ever there for her scrambled to assist as she stalked to her collection, gathering an ornate breastplate. She pondered on more, but decided to wait.<br/>Black lips would purse as she studied the blades, and slowly a smile would curl those tiers. Her own blade Nightmare would be gathered as well as a massive bastard sword. She had a plan.<br/><br/>Shadow would gather and transport both herself and the imp holding the breastplate to deposit her again within the Queens chambers, where she witnessed Thane indulging  himself upon the food left just for him. Clearing her throat, Sakkara would simply throw Nightmare through the air towards Thane, even as the imp scrambled towards the Baron with the breastplate. Thane would either have to catch the blade or let it fall to the floor. "Plans have changed. We will have that duel.. now."<br/><br/>Oddly enough Thane didn't catch it. He let it fall and eyed it wearily. His gaze moved back to her and his mouth was still full. He swallowed. Odd as she spoke he heard something that could not be translated. Her voice yet they were not words. And images of passion crept into his mind. His rod rose a bit as blood pumped into it. Clearly her spell still held him enthralled. He rose up and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.<strong>"Now?"</strong>he said<strong>"And the Queen?"</strong><br/><br/>Her eyes would travel his body slowly, and he would indeed feel her gaze working over his flesh. Especially to the fact that he was so very, very happy to see her. Slowly her tongue would traverse over her lips, setting the tip of the bastard sword to the floor, lay her arms across the 'T' of the pommel, wrists crossing casually. “ The Queen has already given her blessing, I am sure you recall. She will get to you when she is done eating the Brownie I am sure. I have brought you blade and armor. Or do you need.. more?”<br/><br/><strong>"It doesn't matter. I make due with what I get..."</strong>he said as he cautiously took the piece of armor and slid it over his chest and then the broadsword. He looked at it. A bit small but far better than the girly pigsticker.<strong>"I take it we're not going to do this in the Queen's bedroom?"</strong>he noted coolly. Already he was thinking over some options including a pre-emptive strike. The broadsword was heavy and long though to him it was lightweight. He was used to wieldign such weapons and his infamous Darksword was superior in everyway. Judging 'her' blade... it certainly outdid his weapon. It reeked of the supernatural. As she studied him more, he could not help but feel oddly... aroused. One would almost crave defeat and capture...<br/>But he was too proud to bent knee to his lesser. Or at least... to do so sincerely.<br/><br/>She would not hide the delight that crossed her face as he finally picked up the blade she had tossed. As his massive hand wrapped around the pommel, Nightmare awoke, and began to whisper. Blood, blood, we want his blood Mistress.. " Take what you need my Pet.." she would murmer, and Nightmare would react swiftly. The pommel would curve in a flash, biting into his hand, chewing his flesh between thumb and forefinger. Her sword would drink from him, taking his blood, and oh Sakkara would laugh. Soon, though, knowing Nightmare would drain him if she allowed she woukld snap her fingers, and Nightmare would return to her own hand. The bastard sword would clatter to the floor as she let it go, and her boot would kick it towards him.<br/>" Yes, you will make due, and indeed, here is where our game begins..." In a blink she was lunging towards him, wings flaring wide to cast shadows, Nightmare lifting to jab towards his neck.<br/><br/><em><strong>'Bitch...'</strong></em>he thought at her odd action. Thane knew she was fast. He had seen it but... it remained a terrible thing to experience. Only inches from hitting him did he parry and slide the blade away. And followed it with a forward kick to make some distance between them. He dripped some blood on the floor. Hand and shoulder. The blade had slightly nipped him after all.<br/>His blood seemed to make his foe extra perky and whether she did it herself or it was just her spell 'tantalizingly decadent promises' came to his mind. He needed to gain time and get out of here. He moved to the side and as she moved onto the kingsized bed, he hacked at the wooden poles holding up the bed's roof.<br/>Dropping the red curtains and wooden construction, he didn't expect it to wound her in the least... but it allowed him to move to the door... he needed to get out. And there was only one person in the room with a sword capable of perhaps opening that door... he placed himself directly in front of it. And prayed his timing would be good...<br/><strong>"Come at me... 'female'."</strong>he said with a low rumbling voice.<br/><br/>“Bitch? Why yes I am my dear Baron. Among other things.” Her laughter would caress his senses as she flew back onto the Queens bed, her wings shredding the bed curtains, her eyes watching him scrambling for the door. Fangs would glisten as her hand holding the sword would lift, her tongue sliding out to taste his blood that still dripped from there. “ Nightmare likes the taste of you, as I do human. That bite upon your hand will always be there. You're now marked as mine.” Long legs would shift to languidly ease herself off the bed, her head tilting top peer at Thane through raven tresses. Eyes flicked from his stance to the door behind him. Poor man felt himself cornered. She would easily oblige.<br/>Launching herself across the room at him, her entire body would crash against his, carrying them both to crash through the door, slamming them both against the stone wall. Yet she would disengage, drifting back with a push of her wings to land in front of him again. “ All you had to do was ask to be let out you know..”<br/><br/><em><strong>'No one owns Lord Thane'</strong></em>he thought.<em><strong>'But keep blabbering...'</strong></em>he glared at herand smirked. His back hurt but he got what he needed. Rolling away, he moved fast and through a corridor. She was on his heels and as he moved around a corner and she dashed behind at her high speed, he suddenly lashed out from around the corner.<em><strong>'Surprise. Strike. Use reach. Expend little power'.</strong></em>A quick blow. A conservative block and another strike abusing his long reach before he moved back again.<br/>On his way, he let some infernal armors drop, their strange Scythes and Halberds falling. Once more he moved and took a quick cut to the right. He needed to think...<br/><br/>She was on his heels. Her laughter was as well. She would parry at times his blows, yet his surprise attack took her across the abdomen. Blood flowed, and it would smell sweet to him. She would continue the chase, reveling in it. Allowing him for a bit the thought he might escape. But he could never get away. A silent command and the Shadows that rolled everywhere gathered about his feet, tripping him easily. She would loom over him, wings stretched wide, nary a cut marring her crimson flesh. “ Stay my side human. I can offer you more then what She can..”<br/><br/><strong>"So you say"</strong>he said<strong>"But this smelly cesspit is a bit too crude for my sake"</strong>he suddenly pulled at the carpet. It had a rather bold and decadent motive. Two succubi kissing.<em><strong>'Can't believe that actually worked...' </strong></em>he thought as he rushed of. As she moved on, she found his breastplate lying in one direction. As she moved to investigate it cautiously... he fell down on her from above, pushing her over the railing to the lower levels.<em><strong>'Okay that will give me a small moment of respite... though odds are she'll be either mildly amused or if she impacts with the floor... very very unhappy'</strong></em>he thought.<br/>He needed time, he needed opportnity. Keeping the useless chestarmor where it was, he moved away. And wandering through the maze of hallways. He heard her whisper in his head though. She was not close, but he felt her close in. And she 'spoke' to him in an insidious and alluring whisper...<br/><br/>Images indeed would flash through his mind, red flesh combined with white, slick bodies entwined, sounds of delightful lust. He would feel the sensation of mouth, of hands on his body as he fled through the halls. She would stand with her eyes closed, seeing him moving, even as she wasn't near him. He would hear her whisper in his ear, though he moved further away from her position. “ Cesspool indeed. I wish to change that. The Queen has ruined this layer. I wish to rectify that. Help me, and you will go home...”  And from a pool of Darkness she rose before him, Nightmare's tip under his chin, where she would flick the blade  to open both his cheeks before disappearing again. “ I could kill you with a though now human. Yet I do not...”<br/><em><strong><br/>'Only because you need me... for some reason...'</strong></em>he licked his blood from his hand. Darting in a room he came before a vault with two guards. The Royal Guardsmen were surprised but before they lashed out Thane went for dismemberment followed by beheading. He rose up an eyebrow.<strong>"....odd"</strong>and opened the vault. As he wandered in there, his eyes widened at what he saw.<br/>Artifact upon artifact... he moved through the rows unseen. But she'd soon enter and look for him. Oddly something in here was disturbing their 'link'. He did not feel her...<br/><br/>Blank. Nothing from him. With a snarl she would step within the Shadows to come up at the door to the vault. Narrowed eyes took in the dead Guards. Such weakness the Queen had surrounding her! Yet Thane was again trapped. She stood at the vault door, filling the portal, wings opening wide as she watched him traverse through the vault. “ You are correct. I do need you. But I desire you as well. So strong, so willful. I abhor boot-lickers Baron. Fight with me, and you will be free of this place you so hate.”<br/><br/>Then as if by destiny Thane fond a strange tube, a huge vat with pictograms.<strong>"Lazarus..."</strong>he whispered. He grinned suddenly. As he put his interrogation of the Captain, the spellbook and this together. But he needed more. He moved on. Wandering aimlessly, he found a strange shield with a demonic face engraved on it.<br/>Suddenly the two accidently bumped into each other... Thane rose his shield...<br/><br/>She would hiss in seeming pain, lifting her arms to cover her face, her wings closing about her body to cower. Yet laughter would again ensue. One wing would snap open and yank the shield from his grasp, the other wingtip piercing his shoulder as she bodily took him to the ground, straddling him. Her face buried in his neck, her fangs skimming his shoulder, her murmur a panthers growl. “ I tire of the games. Give me your answer now.”<br/><br/>He was pinned and hissed<strong>"I like to weigh my options"</strong>he said<strong>"And i'm betting you won't kill me just yet..."</strong>" he said. He slid his hands over her hips and groaned a bit. So close, he could almost hump her. Despite the wound in his shoulder and the teasing fangs, he was aroused by her display.<em><strong>'Think straight. Intercourse later'</strong></em>he thought.<br/><br/>Her own arousal was high, feeling his throbbing cock against her groin. The fight between them had brought forth her own need. Rolling her hips against him, he would feel the tease of her heat even though the bare strip of leather that covered her. “ You mistake me Baron. I would kill you gladly, drink you dry. But you intrigue me. I desire you. Can you feel it? I wish ride you here and now..”<br/><br/><strong>"You wish to drink me dry... that's not a good foundation for a working relationship. Not even a Master - servant one"</strong>he noted snarkily. He was actually getting annoyed by his own desire for her. Truth be told despite her spell, he knew he would've craved her anyway. He liked his women strong... and this one was the strongest.<em><strong>'Bane...'</strong></em>his thoughts wandering to his patron god of war. Then he put his large hands on her cheeks. She was far shorter than he. His hand sliding through the silky long hair. He studied her and then the left corner of his lips curled upwards<strong>"You... intrigue me. I like that in a woman. And there is much more I like about you..."</strong>he whispered. He then grinned<strong>"Besides your body..."</strong><br/>Even at a whispered tone he had a rumbling edge to his voice.<em><strong>'Not sure she can serve to my desires though...'</strong></em><br/>He was bold, excessively so. But he tiptoed along the borders of what one would accept. He lashed out, he questioned, he complimented. He underlined his own worth. Yet at the same time challenged her. Dangerous but he had little to loose. If he didn't get the maximum out of things...