<em>Her breath caressed against his lips, it felt like hours of them standing there, him hovered over her; why wouldn’t he kiss her already? Didn’t he know how this made her feel? He had to of known, or else he would be touching her, but he wasn’t; he was moving his hands around her, touching his heat against hers, but he wasn’t really touching </em>her<em>. Well, if he wasn’t going to touch her, then she’d touch him instead. Ah~, his shirt was missing, such easy access; no matter how many times she saw him shirtless, or felt his bare skin, it always felt like the first time, the feeling it gave her just as intense. Her hands traveled down his abdomen, over that nice little curve in men’s pelvis that lead to their privets, like the yellow brick road. However, this feeling was new, generally he kept his jeans on—he was bare! And she was going to look! Before she could, he finally touched her, warping his arm around her body, and pulled her to his tight chest. Embracing her tightly, she melted into the hug, she was now able to tell he was indeed nude from head to toe, and she was too. Oh, it felt nice~, when have they ever embraced without one article of clothing? Well, never, actually, for he was too old when she was born, so she didn’t get to have baths with him, like some siblings did, and though he had given her a bath—just a few days ago, actually—he always wore clothes. And if she was crafty, and tried to join him in his baths, he was already done—the mountain brute only took five minute baths; only half the time it took for her to undress from her nickers and bindings that made her so pretty.<br/><br/>But damn, was this good, it sort of made her want to stay nude all day, so she could be ready for his bath times. Mmm~ he was so tall, she couldn’t tell with all his bulging muscles, but she was sure the hottest one was the muscle she had been coveting for such a long time. She was eighteen now, it was right, maybe four or five more years she’d be fully developed, but until then, she was doing a good job at looking like a grown woman. She wrapped her arms around to his back, dragging her nails down his flesh; they were so close now, never before could she feel his soft brown chest hair against her own silky smooth chest. She wanted to kiss his bare flesh, and she did, standing on the tips of her toes to reach his rugged jaw. She begged for him to kiss her, like he always did; why was he teasing her so much?<br/><br/>She seemed to float as gravity turned, laying her on her back, and he was on top of her; she knew this position, and she didn’t hesitate to spread her legs. But that didn’t help any, as he chose to use his long arms and legs to hover over her, without touching. Oh, she was dizzy, was this really happening? Finally after all these years? Did he want her too; now that he can see that she was just like any other woman, dare she say, better? Ah! She wants this, he might have been hovering over her, but her thighs still nestled his hips, and the very tip of her nipples still bent against his chest; he just needed to lower his hips, lower it only a little, and she’d be able to feel him—she knew it was there, the heat was radiating from above. He left her speechless, she couldn’t talk, she couldn’t say anything, not with him over her like this. It was set, once he lowered himself over her completely; cures his tall form, for her pelvis was now leveled with his abdomen, but that let them be face to face. She could gaze into his honey hazel eyes now, eyes that was looking at her in ways only she saw in her dreams; he was loving her with his eyes, loving her like a woman, and not his cute little sister. He leaned down and finally connected his lips with hers; his earthy taste wasn’t new, but it always felt like electricity. She was rubbing against him now, even if it was his abdomen, she wanted to feel the friction of him, and his kiss was making her delirious.</em><br/><br/>Everything suddenly faded to black, as if she was passing out, but then she started to gain that common sense, that feeling that made one go ‘Oh, I was sleeping’. Elvira screamed, such an ugly face was in her vision; rusted metal that glowed in the moonlight. She thrashed once the figure gripped her bare shoulder, she always slept in the buff, and she cursed herself for making such easy access; already thinking the worst. But the mask was moved, and the face of her confused brother looked down upon her.<br/><br/>“Are you having a nightmare?” Alvira asked his little sister, going to caress her redden face with concern creasing his brow.<br/><br/>“Not until you’ve woken me up.” Elvira told, a little peeved that he roused her from such a pleasant dream. “What are you doing, coming in here like that? Do you wish for me to die young?” He nearly gave her a heart attack, with that horrid mask and those dark robes; what the hell was he up to so late at night.<br/><br/>“Of course I don’t.” Alvira said with hurt feelings. “I’m in uniform, I’ve come to take you with me.” His face then fell into a serious one, noticing the burning, that was more like an itch for him.<br/><br/>Her eyes lit up, he never takes her anywhere at night; oh, and there were so many night lounges she wanted to attend right now that must be bursting with witches and wizards who loved a good mingle. Her face then mimicked his serious one as she gaze up at him, “Are you going to go do something bad?” She asked, though childlike curiosity showed that she actually enjoyed the thought. He wasn’t exactly dressed in any clothes that said he was going to do something nice.<br/><br/>“Possibly, though I’ll need you to come, now.” Alvari said, and placed his mask back on; not before giving her body a once over, Elvira happily noted.<br/><br/>Elvira threw her legs over the bed—Alvira backed up—and she stood from the bed, in all her nude glory. “Just… allow me get dressed.” Elvira said in what she hoped was a sultry voice; she did just wake up. She sauntered from her pink clad room, and to the door that housed her porcelain bathroom; pausing to only look back at him, she saw him looking her way. Turning, she shuddered, why’d he have to put the mask back on, it creeped her out to see such a looming figure standing in her bedroom in the dark, but it was slightly hot to know it was her dear Al under such a terrifying mask.<br/><br/>“Didn’t you take a shower before you went to bed?” Alvira questioned.<br/><br/>“Yes, but it was hot this night, and I got all sweaty.” Elvira smirked, she did indeed.<br/><br/>Alvira’s eyes narrowed, “Don’t take too long.” His voice breath against the mask. Alvira watched his sister sashay into her bathroom, he wasn’t watching her body for any sexual gratification, he was watching her because she was completely naked, hair wrapped and all; meaning he’d have to wait for her to gussy up herself, which could take days, if he let her have her way. Damn, that itch was starting to get annoying.<br/><br/>“What. the.<strong>heeell</strong>~?” Alvira shouted, his deep voice rumbling though out the dainty pink room, it was a good thirty minutes, and he could still hear her shower running.<br/><br/>The shower cut off, and out merged his sister, who was clad in a pink sheath dress (http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww359/sksault/Shopping/61181872-01.jpg), and her hair in a single long French braid. Her makeup was done, quite extravagantly while staying natural, well, as much natural as a fuschia tone could be; it was all very impressive for her to do in such a short amount of time—short amount for her, rather. The hell was she doing in there with the shower running if she was dressed? Her feet was bare, and she walked over to another door, where she opened it to show a closet occupied with rows of nothing but shoes—heels. She placed one hand on her hip, and the other poked its pinky between her straight white teeth. She clicked her tongue and tapped her foot as her eyes flashed over all the pink shoes; all of her clothes weren’t pink, but her shoes were, all the same shade—fandango pink. Alvira clenched his jaw as the burning in his arm was no longer just a ‘tickle’, he could also see a little blood beading up.<br/><br/>“I said to not take too long.” He gritted out, coming up behind her.<br/><br/>“I’m not.” She threw over her shoulder, legs still facing forward as her torso swiveled to to turn his way.<br/><br/>He sighed quite loudly, but left her to her bearings, happy to see her pick up a pair still in its box; all of them were. Elvira opened the top, and looked over the shoes, but she closed it and placed it back. Once she did this a second time, Alvira clutched at his hooded head and let out a growl. “Would you hurry it up?” He shouted.<br/><br/>“Don’t yell at me!” Elvira cried back, turning to look at him with a frown.<br/><br/>“Just pick a damn shoe.” He wanted to drag his hand down his face, to relieve it of the stress the frowns were causing, but then he remembered he had a mask on.<br/><br/>“I’m trying.” Elvira huffed, going back to the closet.<br/><br/>“Then try harder.” Alvira scoffed.<br/><br/>“I could if you weren’t being so negative!” Elvira growled, pulling out a nice pair of kitten heels, a pink ruby gem surrounded by a flower of silver on the side of each shoe. “Do these look pretty with this outfit?” She was serious, as she held the box out to him.<br/><br/>“Yes.” He said quickly.<br/><br/>Elvira twisted her lips to the side as she held the box in one hand, and her other on her hip, “You’re just saying that so I can hurry up.” She jutted her hip out.<br/><br/>“Yes.” Alvira gritted out with an exasperated sigh.<br/><br/>Elvira gasped at his blunt responds, then huffed, and took the shoes out of the box. She placed them on her pedicured feet, and stomped over to the fire place. Alvira followed, and stood in front of her, she held a deep scowl on her tired face, and he lifted his masked, placing a kiss on her ruby pink lips. Elvira closed her eyes, and opened them a second later once she felt the bite of cold night air; it was only a peck, and she looked up at her brother with hazy eyes. They apparited to some sort of graveyard, and it left Elvira feeling a little agitated; this was no elegant lounge, and she was starting to despise her brother for waking her up so late. Her mouth parted in awe as she saw a few people there, one man in particular who seemed to radiate a demonic feeling that left her skin crawling. Alvira looked around, it wasn’t that many people, and judging by the bleeding of his arm, he was awfully late, thanks to his little sister. He saw his lord talking with a woman, he didn’t want to interrupt, but his ass was already on the line for being so late. Grabbing his sister by the back of the neck, he guided her to the man she’d be meeting for the first time, but surely not the first time she’d heard of him.<br/><br/>“My Lord.” It was robotic, not that he didn’t respect the Dark Lord, but that he couldn’t, showing respected needed emotion, and the only emotions he held onto was anger. He bowed deeply, forcing his sister onto her knees, knowing she was throwing a great piss fit in her head for getting her pink dress dirty.<br/><br/>Elvira resisted the urge to cry out as she hiked her dress above her knees, so it wouldn’t suffer the dirt. She bowed with her brother, slightly clueless, head down, eyes glancing up at the Dark Lord curiously. “M-… My Lord…?” Did he want her to say it too? She knew of the cult, or whatever, her brother recently joined, but she wasn’t sure if she was a part of it too. Did he wish for her to call him ‘My Lord’? Did he want her bowing like one of his own? She didn’t know, but respect was respect, so she’ll mimic her brother and show it.<br/><br/>Alvira was satisfied with his sister’s actions, and pulled her up from the floor. He could see her eyes flittering around in nerves, and massaged the back of her neck to calm her. He wasn't sure what to do now, missing the goods, but he knew some brat was probably eliminated, meaning one less filth in this world.