“I wouldn't expect you to know much of anything my dearest Khamael, you are younger then myself, and with few resources to call upon for knowledge of such things. I know little beyond what few words were shared with me about this connection... and nothing more myself.” The words rolled of her tongue smooth as silk across a new born babe's bottom. She knew of the visions the Goddess had given her and the small chat she had with Luna afterward. The blood soaked Warlords fighting pit with her sitting at the bottom of the supposed King's Throne as he coward like a child and ran. She smirked at the memory, she never thought she would have loved the sight more of Luna  as she came to her, picking the meaty chunks that were left of the king's people... no doubt the Solar's would have visions as well.<br/><br/>She doesn't move as she allows his strong hand touch her smaller form, his hand around her neck, she didn't budge knowing she could break free if she chose, for the moment she felt at peace... Hearing the Honor guard movements outside she felt the cautious cat should let the scene play out. Watching the honor guard with bright innocent eyes, the second they turned their backs her eyes were as wild as they were before. She let her eyes switch from the door to him, a large grin upon her face.<br/><br/>“So lets talk awhile then... but first I ask you, when you challenge a warrior do you do so first with words or with action even when they are not ready?” She asked her question as her hand  gripped his massive tool right under its magnificent bulbous tip, in mockery of his hold on her throat. “I'd pray that it was the former for I would hate for you to loose such a large blessing such as this!” Shizari hissed her seductive words rolled from her tongue. Her grip was gentle yet firm enough for her to irreparable damage to the large man.<br/><br/>Shizari felt a sense of need but pushed that feeling away, there would be plenty of time for other things. She refused for him to think of her as s disposable whore. She could barely contain her own sexual desires as he was both handsome, strong and with obvious skill at arms for so many followed him. She would see more of him before she let him take her. She knew all to well had she been what he said she was, an assassin he would be dead. The Black Widow Society may already be plotting their next move on him... Business always before pleasure.<br/><br/>The grip on his cock stroked downwards, the water lubricating her palms half stroke before letting her thumb tease the crown of his thick sensitive scepter. She rolled it over the tip and felt the sticky per-cum oozing from the tip. Her thumb slipped around as she let her thumb rejoin her fist that surrounded his massive male organ. With a deep breath her eyes closed then re-opened before simply holding his dick. “You haven't claimed me in such a way yet... Dearest Warlord... I haven't 'Chosen' you yet...” She purred dryly... “...and we haven't yet talked...” she smiled slyly at him..