Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)
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				Title: <strong>Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 04:28:41</strong>
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				The brigand leader sat beside the road, seated on a stump, one foot resting on a pack at his feet, the other flat on the ground.&nbsp; Stuck in his teeth was a piece of straw, an unobtrusive something that contrasted sharply with the rest of him.&nbsp; Large, muscled, and very rough looking, he wore leather armor dotted by steel studs, with a wicked looking short sword resting bare against his thigh.&nbsp; Across his right eye was a nasty looking scar, one that looked to have been made by the head of an axe coming a mite too close to his face.<br><br>Around him sat four or five men, equally well armed and armored, all of them fiddling with something or other.&nbsp; He glanced around, and then snorted.&nbsp; "This is meager pickin's we're gettin' for the time of year, boys.&nbsp; I do b'lieve we're about to have to move elsewhere if things don' pick up soon."&nbsp; It was clear from his accent that he was not quite noble born, but not quite peasant either.&nbsp; Something about him spoke of bastard blood, and peasant blood, all rolled into one.<br><br>The smallest of the others, a lanky, lean, wiry male that would have reminded anyone of a rat, plucked another arrow from the ground beside him and sliced the cords holding the head on.&nbsp; "Nah, boss.&nbsp; See, this road goes righ' through ta the capital, doncha know?&nbsp; So it migh' not be too good righ' now, but jes you wait.&nbsp; Dere'll be royals comin' dis way soon enough!"<br><br>"You'd better be right, Liam, or it's your head for this one.&nbsp; I can't run this band on empty promises and emptier pockets."<br><br>At that moment, the final member of the band, even smaller than Liam, came running up.&nbsp; "Boss, there's a lone rider approaching, female, mage from the looks of it.&nbsp; Pretty tired looking, not to mention the saddlebags look to be right full!"<br><br>The leader stood up, and shook his head.&nbsp; "Seems to easy.&nbsp; Liam, James, stay to the trees, keep an eye on the road behind her.&nbsp; There's GOT to be something else to this.&nbsp; The rest of you, with me!"&nbsp; Liam and the other small male bolted off into the trees on either side of the road, as the other five stepped forward into the road, spanning the entire length with the leader at the middle.<br><br>When the lone rider was close enough, he called out.&nbsp; "Halt where you sit, or be cut down where you are!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 04:57:55</strong>
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				Tessa groaned as her horse clomped down the road. Her jet hair fell from her braids to stray across her vision, and her normally full, red lips were pale with exhaustion. This was the trail to the capital, yes, but it was still several days away. How in heavens were there so many highway robbers and rabid animals so far out? She'd used all of her stores on the last beast, and there wasn't a brothel, or for that matter anyone who could manage the lacing on her armour, for at least a day. Her shoulders slumped as she swayed atop Gala, her hands only half heartedly fisted in the bay mare's coarse mane. <br><br>Pale doeskin armour hugged her torso, accentuating her curves as well as protecting them. Like doeskin leggings cupped her ass and thighs to disappear into darker boots, made from moose skin. The thick undercoat was left on the inside to keep her warm during the harsh winter months - and sweltering in the summer months, and a midnight blue cloak of oiled wool was strapped against the mare's withers. Tessa's pale blue eyes seemed sunk in her fine-boned face, her pointed ears beginning to pinken at the tip from the sun. As the leader's call reached her, she swore. It had taken her three weeks and five brothel visits to get that damned amulet back from the Thieves' guild. Never mind they would take Gala, and all of her worldly possessions with her and her saddlebags.<br><br>She obediently shifted her seat, the well trained horse sidling to a stop carefully, so as not to dump her rider. She stared dully at the men, trying to think of what she could do. The daggers hanging at her belt would not do her any good against five desperate highwaymen, especially in her exhausted state. She mentally cursed again, this time to the fact that all she had passed for the last two days were small villages that had never seen a whore let alone had a house of them. <br><br>"What?" She called irritably, wondering if she could bluff her way out of it. Or maybe she could get Gala to jump them. She would likely kick the, she assumed, leader in the head, but Tessa wouldn't feel terribly bad about it. He would kill her given the chance. Or at least leave her to be killed. "Are you honestly going to attempt to rob me?" She asked, the lilt of Elven obvious in her pronunciation. She straightened her stance as well as she could, and cocking an eyebrow. "I can drop you all with a thought," she lied. She had no magic to speak of, let alone the inclination to use it and kill five men. Her senses were so dulled she could not even hear the two extra heartbeats in the trees. Her hands tightened in Gala's mane as she prepared to ask the loyal mare to run at the men, and try to jump them.<br><br><em>Gala, please do not fail me...</em> She prayed, waiting for an answer from the man in the middle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 05:19:08</strong>
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				The men laughed, shaking their heads as the leader stepped forward a few paces, staring her full in the face.&nbsp; "I'll have you know that I know just how tired you are, wench.&nbsp; And I know for a fact you likely have the energy to drop one of us at most.&nbsp; It's a loss I'm willing to take.&nbsp; After all, saddlebags as full as those would be well worth the effort.&nbsp; And if you be thinking of running right past us, I'd be thinking again," he said, glancing to either side of the road.<br><br>"After all, I'd hate to sully such a fine lass by dumping her in the dirt because my men had to shoot her horse from under her.&nbsp; Wouldn't want you mussed before we got our hands on whatever you be hiding beneath those clothes."<br><br>But a shrill whistle sounded from both sides of the road behind her, along with the sound of hoofbeats going at a rather rapid clip.&nbsp; This wasn't the sound of a horse that rode light and fast.&nbsp; This was the sound of an armored horse that rode hard and fast.&nbsp; As the sun sank behind the hill to her rear, it silhouetted a very large figure on the back of the largest horse any of them had ever seen.<br><br>As the rider came closer at his rapid clip, it was clear he was a warrior by trade, evidenced by the chain-and-plate armor he wore, the fact that his shoulder length hair was pulled back into a half-tail that looked a bit windblown, and the massive handle of an equally massive sword above his right shoulder.&nbsp; He stood in the stirrups as he came even closer, and with no word spoken, the horse slowed, and his hand went to the hilt of the sword as he rode to a stop right next to her.<br><br>At this close range, his silver-green eyes and raven black hair seemed to offset the darkly tanned skin that he seemed to wear like a badge of honor.&nbsp; The armor was of extremely fine craftsmanship, no ring out of place even from his rapid clip.&nbsp; The sword was equally well made, and bore a small diamond embedded in the pommel, and twin sapphires at either end of the crossguards.<br><br>The brigands stepped back several paces, even the leader, as this mammoth of a man looked over them, and then from them to Tessa.&nbsp; "What seems to be the problem here?" he asked in a voice that belied his size.&nbsp; It was soft, almost soft enough that even Tessa, scant feet away from him, had to strain to hear him.&nbsp; "I hope that you gentlemen aren't the brigands the rumors were talking about.&nbsp; I've had a long ride, and I'd hate to punctuate it ten miles out from town with having to kill seven men," he said, which drew a shocked expression from the leader.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 16:50:16</strong>
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				"It's a risk you're willing to take?" She asked, trying to keep her voice lofty. "I suppose then, you should be the first, now shouldn't you?" She asked, her thighs tightening in warning to Gala. She couldn't even drop one. It would drop her, too. She clenched her jaw, as he warned her against trying to charge. She would rather go down fighting than surrender to the louts, though she couldn't bear he thought of their hurting Gala. She bare shifted toward the front, the signal to Gala to charge, when the whistle shrilled. It dragged a shudder up her spine, her eyes squinting in protest to the noise. Tessa dared a glance behind her to see the... the best word she could come up with was behemoth, ride to the rescue.<br><br>She stared at the man wide-eyed, Gala sidling again, this time away from the equally intimidating horse. And then he spoke. It was his voice, and the fact that he smelled only bad enough for one day's ride, which meant he bathed, that near dropped her, alone. She was saved. And she could show her appreciation like every other penniless girl. It would just be much more beneficial to her than to him. She gaped as he pronounced seven men there, her eyes confirming his words by flicking to the leader's expression. Her cards were shown, but he had, apparently, far more and much better hidden cards. "I was wondering when I would meet you," She finally managed, hoping that, at least if her last lie had failed, this would work. She shifted in the saddle, urging Gala closer to him, as her eyes possessively slid over his form. She was hoping the brigands would read it as they were lovers. Men fought hard for love. Hard enough to frighten a farmer who decided to try his hand at waylaying coaches.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 07:47:55</strong>
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				He chuckled, reaching over his shoulder to allow his free hand to drop onto the handle of the large blade slung there across his back.&nbsp; "It's good to see you've made it this far alive," he said, glowering at the brigands as the two clambered down from the trees into sight at a sign from the leader, who was looking severely perturbed.&nbsp; He showed no reaction to her attempt at removing herself from her tense situation, aside from to further the image by running the back of his large hand over her cheek for a moment before dismounting and stepping around in front of his horse, who sidled closer to Gala protectively.<br><br>As he dismounted, the large blade pulled free from the scabbard with a loud, echoing ring that seemed to vibrate the very air around them.&nbsp; "Now.&nbsp; As I see it, you gentlefolk have two options.&nbsp; One, you can turn around and leave, going back to your homes and whatever trade you had before you decided to take up brigandage.&nbsp; Or two, I can kill you all right here, and report to the authorities that I and the lady were waylaid on the road, and that I killed you to protect her life and purity," he said, his voice dropping an octave, turning gravelly and dark.<br><br>He flipped the blade in his hand, before tossing it up, spiraling into the air.&nbsp; But while the brigands watched its arc, he moved.&nbsp; By the time they had realized what had happened, their leader had a sword point across his throat, the big man inches from his face.&nbsp; "You have to the count of ten to make your choice.&nbsp; Make it now, or I'll make it for you," he said.<br><br>The leader looked from one of his men to the other, contemplating for a moment.&nbsp; The large man didn't seem perturbed at all.&nbsp; "One."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 17:45:12</strong>
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				Tessa watched as he dismounted, cheek burning from where his hand had brushed down it. The warhorse's bulk pressed, hot and reassuring against her leg. She shuddered, as the pure ring of a finely honed sword becoming unsheathed sang through her body, and watched, eyes widening at his speed. No man his size had business being that fast. His ominous tone sent another shock up her spine, and her teeth pressed into her lower lip, one hand laying against his horse's neck. He was amazing. He was her saviour, and he would be in more ways than one. The thought never crossed her mind that he would deny them both a carnal interaction. He was a man, and a warrior. There had been no indication of marriage on the hand that brushed down her cheek. He was not a monk, and no man could be that virtuous.<br><br>Her eyes studied the other brigands, taking in their actions, how their muscles tensed. They were waiting for a signal from their leader. He was the smartest, she guessed, and he was the one who had convinced them to steal. He would be the domino. Whether he stood, attacked, ran, they would follow. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 10:37:30</strong>
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				"Two," said the large man.&nbsp; He hadn't moved an inch, and still stood inches from their leader's, as he stood there, back perfectly straight.&nbsp; He chuckled, and eyed the other men there.&nbsp; But in the end, he only made it to five before one of the brigands decided the event for him.<br><br>One of the archers darted an arrow out and fired it at him.&nbsp; Once again, his speed became evident as he simply whirled away from the shot.&nbsp; But the leader took that moment to spring, only to find himself impaled on the massive sword that had seemed to far away to strike moments ago.&nbsp; The man snarled.&nbsp; "I warned you.&nbsp; Now you will all die here, unless you run," he hissed, glaring at each man in turn.<br><br>The archers looked at each other, and the one that had fired pulled another arrow.&nbsp; The arrow never made it to the string, however, as an axe seemed to sprout from his throat.&nbsp; The large man was ungodly fast, and he had simply pulled that axe from his belt and hurled it faster than her eye could follow almost.<br><br>He stood there, blade dripping blood as their leader slowly toppled over.&nbsp; He looked at the remaining men.&nbsp; "LEAVE!" he snapped, whirling the blade above his head and bringing it down in an arc.&nbsp; The motion sent blood droplets spraying from the edge of the blade.&nbsp; "Or you will join them in death."<br><br>That was all he said, but it was enough, sending the other men bolting in the other direction.&nbsp; Turning, he wiped the blade on the leader's tunic, before sheathing the blade, and kneeling next to him, brushing his eyes closed with a thumb and forefinger.&nbsp; "My apologies.&nbsp; This is no way to die," he murmured, before standing and turning back to her.<br><br>"I take it you are Tessa?&nbsp; Are you harmed at all?" he asked, stepping over to stand beside her horse."Two," said the large man.&nbsp; He hadn't moved an inch, and still stood inches from their leader's, as he stood there, back perfectly straight.&nbsp; He chuckled, and eyed the other men there.&nbsp; But in the end, he only made it to five before one of the brigands decided the event for him.<br><br>One of the archers darted an arrow out and fired it at him.&nbsp; Once again, his speed became evident as he simply whirled away from the shot.&nbsp; But the leader took that moment to spring, only to find himself impaled on the massive sword that had seemed to far away to strike moments ago.&nbsp; The man snarled.&nbsp; "I warned you.&nbsp; Now you will all die here, unless you run," he hissed, glaring at each man in turn.<br><br>The archers looked at each other, and the one that had fired pulled another arrow.&nbsp; The arrow never made it to the string, however, as an axe seemed to sprout from his throat.&nbsp; The large man was ungodly fast, and he had simply pulled that axe from his belt and hurled it faster than her eye could follow almost.<br><br>He stood there, blade dripping blood as their leader slowly toppled over.&nbsp; He looked at the remaining men.&nbsp; "LEAVE!" he snapped, whirling the blade above his head and bringing it down in an arc.&nbsp; The motion sent blood droplets spraying from the edge of the blade.&nbsp; "Or you will join them in death."<br><br>That was all he said, but it was enough, sending the other men bolting in the other direction.&nbsp; Turning, he wiped the blade on the leader's tunic, before sheathing the blade, and kneeling next to him, brushing his eyes closed with a thumb and forefinger.&nbsp; "My apologies.&nbsp; This is no way to die," he murmured, before standing and turning back to her.<br><br>"I take it you are Tessa?&nbsp; Are you harmed at all?" he asked, stepping over to stand beside her horse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 18:32:50</strong>
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				Tessa barely restrained her jaw from dropping, as she watched him dispatch the two, and sent the others fleeing into the woods. Just who was he, and why had she never heard of him? Usually one as skilled as he had songs written of him, rumors whispered through the towns. "I- yes. Who... how did you know that?" She asked, fine eyebrows lowering in confusion. She looked down (barely) to him from her seat on Gala. He was a curiosity, and enigma. His size belied every facet she'd seen of him, from his voice to his speed, to his gentle manner when not defending. Furthermore, he had more than likely saved the life of both her and Gala. She owed him quite the debt, and she hoped he would accept a mutually opportune form of compensation. <br><br>She swung her leg over Gala's neck, and slid off her back, her head tipping back to meet his gaze. Her hand fisted in the mare's mane, as her feet hit the ground, and her knees refused to hold her. She'd somehow forgotten how exhausted she was. Her jaw set, and she forced herself to stand while looking to him. "I'm afraid I don't know your name," She added, looking for an introduction. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 19:00:12</strong>
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				He nodded, waiting for the moment to answer her question as to how he knew who she was.&nbsp; Instead, he chose to answer her second question first.&nbsp; "I am known as Dylan the Stoic," he said voicing a name she would indeed have heard in rumors and songs.&nbsp; But the tales fell far short of the truth, as none of them said how large he really was.&nbsp; They only talked about his inhuman speed and agility.<br><br>He chuckled at her reactions to the entire situation, and then bowed slightly.&nbsp; "Let's just say that I have little birdies everywhere, and that's how I know who you are.&nbsp; I am glad you are unharmed, but it might be best if you mounted back up.&nbsp; We might want to be moving along and getting into town as soon as possible."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 19:07:46</strong>
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				Tessa's jaw did drop, then, as he announce his name. Dylan the Stoic? THE Dylan the Stoic? It could not have been. She'd always guessed he was a halfling, perhaps par elf, as she was. Never that he were... like he was. She stared at him for a moment, even as he suggested she mount back up. She wasn't even sure if she could, at this point. She was ready to sleep for a day, eat half a barnyard's worth of meat, sleep again, and then fuck as many men as she could lay hands on.<br><br>She nodded, instead, and turned, her fingers curling in Gala's mane again. With a suppressed grunt of effort, she managed a foot in the stirrup. Praying silently, she half jumped, her arms pulling with all their strength to get up, her leg dragging across Gala's rear. She panted through her nose, sitting, for a moment, before attempting to find the other stirrup. Gala would't let her fall. Hell, if she cared to, she could lash herself onto the saddle and seep. Gala wouldn't leave the road, nor would she allow her to fall. Gala had never let a single person fall, after she'd learned to carry. Not even the babe that had once dared to climb on her bare back. She'd simply wandered to the Babe's shrieking mother, and allowed her to take the child off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 05:36:42</strong>
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				He chuckled, seeing her reaction.&nbsp; He knew what that was about.&nbsp; No one had ever gotten the stories right.&nbsp; They either said he was smaller than he actually was, or much, much larger.&nbsp; Either way, it was one of those things he was used to seeing when he introduced himself.&nbsp; He turned, mounting easily, the armor jingling slightly.&nbsp; He turned to look at her.&nbsp; "By the way, thank you for going along with that.&nbsp; Had you not played along with my ruse, that would have gotten much uglier and messier than it did."<br><br>He shook his head, glancing in the direction the men had run.&nbsp; "Honestly, I'm glad that they took the initiative and left.&nbsp; I would have hated to have to kill them all.&nbsp; No man should die in such a manner," he said, reaching back to take a torch from his saddlebags.<br><br>Clicking his teeth, he guided his horse, who used his hooves to gently shift both of the dead men side by side.&nbsp; He patted above the horse's shoulder.&nbsp; "Thank you, Mjollnir," he said, and then lit the torch, holding it high.&nbsp; "Rest easy, sons of battle.&nbsp; May your souls find their way to the Warrior's Rest.&nbsp; Peace be unto you," he said, and dropped the torch on their bodies, before backing Mjollnir away from the bodies.&nbsp; "Come on, Tessa.&nbsp; The sooner we get you to the town, the sooner you can rest and get your strength back."<br><br>Of course, he knew what was likely on her mind having met him.&nbsp; His informants had told him how she regained her strength.&nbsp; And he had to be honest with himself.&nbsp; It had been a while since he'd seen a woman with a body like hers, even from what he could see outside of her clothes.&nbsp; He imagined it was so much better beneath the clothes.<br><br>But she would soon find that he was not an easy conquest....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 15:24:18</strong>
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				His voice snapped her back, how quiet it was, yet still penetrating. "I'll go along with most anything if it means I won't be meeting the other side," she replied with a shrug, trying to mask the exhaustion in her voice. Acting like she was not tired was draining her. She watched silently, as he performed absolutions fr the men, even having mind to send a small prayer for them, rather, those they stole for. They had been crofters. They had families that they could not feed for some reason or another. <br><br>Tessa nodded to his suggestion, her knees giving Gala the barest squeeze. She began forward, walking briskly, her gait as gentle as a soft wave lapping a beach. The reigns looped through her hands, which rested in her lap, though she wasn't steering, or even using the reigns. She followed Dylan over the road, her eyelids heavy, shoulders slumping behind his back. <br><br>Thankfully, the rest of the way was uneventful. At least, until she had to dismount - at the first inn they found. She stayed astride, pondering her choices. Did she thank him, and try to find someone inside? It was a risky choice to get involved with him. He was too well known. And if the legends were anything to go by, he was far too clever by half. He knew things somehow. She doubted he knew, only she, a handful of Elders and Reynold knew. And it was not a secret to spread. Anyone who knew could potentially take her, and rape her. Make her do anything if they wanted. Everyone had a breaking point, and she was no different. Hell, it's why the academy was chasing her, why she rode one horse and kept a modest lifestyle. She was more powerful, when charged, than any adept, or elder, in the past three centuries.<br><br>"Thank you," she replied to him. "They may not sing stories about your rescuing a damsel in distress, but I promise you, I appreciate it... Is there anything I can offer you in return? I could pay for a meal for you, or... rent you a room? I have money..." Either way it was risky. She was exhausted, sleep would help a little, but if she didn't find someone, she doubted she would be able to survive long. She was too depleted. She would likely get sick, or her heart would just stutter to a stop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 03:48:52</strong>
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				He chuckled.&nbsp; "I wouldn't have it any other way," he said.&nbsp; "Songs about a man rescuing damsels in distress leads to... expectations.&nbsp; Expectations that make things a little difficult for one such as I," he said, smiling softly.&nbsp; "But that's no matter at all.&nbsp; I was just glad to help," he said.<br><br>When she offered to rent him a room, his eyes narrowed slightly, though she wouldn't see it because he was riding in front of her.&nbsp; <em>I'm sure you'd much rather I shared your room with you.&nbsp; But that's something that you'll have to be blunt about.</em>&nbsp; "No," he said simply.&nbsp; "I'm used to sleeping where ever I can find room.&nbsp; Most taverns and inns in the realm are more than happy to allow me to sleep in their common areas."&nbsp; He chuckled.&nbsp; Dismounting, he looped his reins over the hitching post, going eye to eye with his horse.&nbsp; "Stay here a moment.&nbsp; Keep her horse here as well," he said.&nbsp; Pulling back, the horse tossed its head, letting out a light whinny.&nbsp; He grinned.<br><br>"Horse understands me, I swear," he said, and then unceremoniously lifted her from her saddle with a strong hand on either side of her waist, setting her down carefully on the ground, taking great pains not to jostle her.&nbsp; He smiled, and offered his arm.&nbsp; "Well, for your own safety, I do believe we should carry on the illusion of being partners," he said, gesturing to the front door of the inn.&nbsp; "I'll have someone take care of Mjollnir and Gala," he said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 14:47:15</strong>
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				Tessa all but yelped, as his strong hands lifted her effortlessly. She'd been slowly unhooking her feet from the stirrups. She could feel herself fading. As her feet hit the ground, her knees refused to hold her, and she clutched at his arm. She looked up at him, and nodded. "I would appreciate that..." She replied softly. Her options had flown away, as soon as she felt her knees buckle. It had to be him, or she would be as good as dead by morning. "Please," She continued, fighting for every step, keeping herself from stumbling. "At least share my room for the night. It will be more comfortable than a common room floor."<br><br>How was she supposed to seduce him like this? She was clearly on her last legs. Nobody in their right mind would want to fuck in this state. Maybe he would just ask, flat out. Maybe he was dumb enough not to realize. But she knew immediately that was not true. He was more clever than he had any right to be.<br><br>She passed three silver pieces to a barmaid in return for a room chit, still clinging to his arm. She doubted she could make it up the back stairs to the room without his support.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 22:18:58</strong>
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				He chuckled, and leaned down, speaking softly in her ear.&nbsp; But the change in his voice was apparent, even with the lowered volume.&nbsp; "Why don't you just come out and say it?&nbsp; You need to fuck something or someone or you'll be dead by morning.&nbsp; And the shape you're in, you aren't up to seducing anyone," he hissed, his voice cold and sharp.&nbsp; "I know enough about you from my contacts to know how you work.&nbsp; You'll get what you need from me, don't worry.&nbsp; I just wanted to see if you'd have the guts to ask for it from a man known for turning such requests down."<br><br>Here his voice softened.&nbsp; "But you've earned my respect.&nbsp; You don't just go after the weak-willed horndogs out there," he said with a smile.&nbsp; "Don't you worry," he said, taking the room chit from her and scooping her up into a bridal carry.&nbsp; "I don't sleep much, so you'll have all the time you need to recuperate afterwards with no worries."<br><br>He took the stairs up to the rooms three at a time, but remarkably didn't jostle her at all.&nbsp; When he got to the door, he raised an eyebrow, and pushed the door open, carrying her in and laying her on the bed before turning back to close and bar the door.&nbsp; "Now then.&nbsp; I wasn't very far off, was I?&nbsp; I know your reputation."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 20:16:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa's head whipped around for her to stare at him, eyes wide and hear pounding. He knew. How? His tone sent shivers of fear racing down her back. His tone, his knowledge. Was he sent to retrieve her? Every instinct screamed to run, but she wouldn't make it a step. She needed him. She didn't react as his hands scooped her up. Instead she stared, silently, trying to figure out what he meant to do with her. her eyes narrowed slightly, as he assured her that he did not need much sleep. Her mind calculated escape. As fast as she could get away from him. She could likely make him sleep, and heavily, once they were finished. Then she could run. Take Gala and disappear. Over borders. Dye her hair, and go to ground. He wouldn't find her. Not if he was taking commission for her capture. At least not easily. She would rather die than go back. But then, that would be a last resort.<br><br>She didn't reply to his last question. Her fingers fumbled at the knots holding her armor to her frame, trying to simply get naked, so they could do it, and she could feel like a person again. He'd been tracking her. Probably waiting until she was so exhausted. Hell, he may have helped make her so exhausted. What if he'd organized the bandits? What if he was going to kidnap her while she slept? He very well might. No she would have to knock him out for hours, perhaps a day immediately. Sleep, apparently, was not on her itinerary for the next few days.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 23:01:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				But he stilled her with a few simple words.&nbsp; "And don't worry, you won't be in any danger.&nbsp; Unless you run from me, that is.&nbsp; The council would be VERY displeased with you if you run from their agent and Guardian," he said with a smirk as he easily shrugged out of his own armor, then walked over, gently pushing her hands aside to undo her armor for her.<br><br>"And if you're going to try to put me to sleep, don't waste your time.&nbsp; The Council put a ward on me against such things, just in case you might get the bright idea to run with the artifact," he said, finally making it clear just what he was after.<br><br>"Now then," he said, carefully setting her armor to the side.&nbsp; "I do believe you had something on your mind?" he said with a playful grin, winking at her.&nbsp; "But know this.&nbsp; I have orders.&nbsp; One sign of treachery from you," he said, his voice calm and yet playful.&nbsp; "One sign, and krch!" he said, drawing his finger across her neck.<br><br>"Course, I won't.&nbsp; I'll just take the artifact and leave you alive."&nbsp; He shook his head, turning away from her.&nbsp; "It's not like I can't kill someone.&nbsp; But aside from anything you might do to try to get rid of me, you haven't done a single thing warranting death."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 01:33:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Indeed, Tessa froze as he continued. her eyes narrowed further as she watched him, his face, as he began to undress. Her hands fell away from the laces like dead leaves as he took over, the tight encasement loosening, and allowing her her first real breath in hours. Beneath was a simple linen shirt, stuck to her torso from compression, wrinkles undoubtedly leaving a criss-cross of pink lines across her fair skin. She nearly cried with relief, however, as he mentioned the artifact. The counsel had sent him after the thrice damned amulet. Never mind it belonged to an elderly Duke at the north point of the country. It was powerful, and what the counsel wanted, the counsel got.<br><br>She made no move to him, as he again moved away, her feet struggling to remove the boots. She didn't trust him. He worked for them. He may, as well, have orders to take her back. Hell, he could take the Amulet easily enough and go. She was defenseless. So why was he staying? Offering his 'services'? Two spaced thuds announced her boots dropping off the edge of the bed, and she began to peel the linen shirt off.&nbsp; She wasn't sure she would be able to get her leggings herself, or if he would have to help. She watched him carefully, every movement he made was observed. He'd managed to fool her once. It would never happen again. She would get away. And she would return the amulet to the duke. No matter how many legends there were about him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 03:32:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he turned his back, in spite of the normal deadpan expression he wore, she would catch a hint of a smirk and a wink as he set the armor up into a neat pile, and then turned back to her, a glimpse of a small... something disappearing into his hand as he walked back over to her.&nbsp; Kneeling, he smiled, taking her hands.&nbsp; She would feel a piece of folded up parchment press into her hand just before he let go.&nbsp; "Here.&nbsp; You just relax for a moment, and let me help you with this," he said, his hands reaching up and pulling carefully, more gently than he should have any right to be, on her leggings, working them off of her and giving her time to read the note that he had pressed into her hand.<br><br><em>Don't worry about a thing.&nbsp; You see, the council doesn't know that my father taught me a little about magic.&nbsp; Enough that I could create a fake amulet that would pass their scrutiny for a time while we get away and take the amulet to its.... proper owner.&nbsp; I have no intention of turning that amulet over to the council.<br><br>Dylan the Stoic</em><br><br>The penmanship on the note was flawless and neat, no extraneous loops or dots.&nbsp; The hand belonged to someone educated as a noble, and most especially not to someone as large as Dylan.&nbsp; But as he got the leggings to her feet, his eyes caught hers, and an intense look sprang into them.&nbsp; His lips moved, but no sound came out.&nbsp; <strong>They're listening to everything that goes on around me.&nbsp; Part of the sleep ward.&nbsp; I can work out that much, but even if I could remove it, I wouldn't.&nbsp; They'd get suspicious.<strong></strong></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 17:26:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa frowned at the note, staring at him as he finally pulled the leggings down, leaving only a small white linen thong. Ste remained silent, both from his warning and from pure and utter disbelief. In less than twenty minutes he had completely changed from saviour, to gaoler, to conspirator, and she was having problems believing him. But she needed him. She hated her need, hated her weakness bitterly, right then. She frowned at him, as he mouthed words, not quite catching everything, but understanding that they could not speak freely. Instead, she glared bitterly, as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her last scrap of clothing and pushed it down her buttocks. She had no issues being nude before the giant. Men found her body pleasing, and it id its job. She had bigger issues than to worry about modesty. <br><br>She offered him no response as to the note or his silently conveyed message, spare a rather rude gesture. Instead, she attempted to scoot her bottom further up the bed, and, with a roll of her eyes, crooked a finger at him. Like it or not, she needed him now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 05:35:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He raised an eyebrow at her glare, a playful smirk flitting across his lips as he eyed her nude body, his eyes showing that he did indeed find her body pleasing, even as she failed to respond to the note or the message.&nbsp; But the response he did get was not altogether unexpected.&nbsp; He nodded, stripping easily out of the chain-and-plate armor, setting it carefully in a neat stack on the dresser, leaving him in the leather underplating.<br><br>Stripping this revealed a well-toned body, one that told a story of untold years spent adventuring and getting in the way of stray blades and arrows.&nbsp; But the years told by the scars was belied by the quickness of his motions, the lifelight in his eyes, and, as she would find out soon enough, his vigor.<br><br>Rather than immediately jumping onto her, he leaned forward, and lifted her, scooting her back onto the bed as she was trying to do.&nbsp; With a smile, and a playful wink, he knelt beside the bed.&nbsp; "Hope you don't mind if I take my time," he said, and then lowered his head, breathing softly on her folds, his eyes watching her face for a reaction of any sort.<br><br>If her style of regeneration, and the stories of how long she could go without, there should be quite the reaction to that, let alone the other things he was going to do to her this night, and very possibly for many nights to come.&nbsp; But that last bit would be up to her and the council....<br><br>And his father.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 05:49:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa's eyes narrowed, as he grinned to her, his wink setting her ire again. She ignored the raised white lines ranging his body, the curved musculature that would set any woman's jaw on the floor. He was there for two reasons, and she refused to appreciate either. She gasped, as his breath caressed the folds of sensitive skin, and set her teeth, growling. "Just do it." She hissed. She did not need, nor want, him to dither about trying to be a good lover. She needed him inside of her, him to spend, and him to release energy. Anything she felt was bonus. Her cheeks were a deep colour, her eyes flashing with ire. Men had attempted this with her, only one had ever succeeded. <br><br>A hand fisted in his hair, before he had the chance to continue, and though she lacked the strength to actually move him, she tugged at his hair. "I do not want you to fluff your ego by trying to make this passable. Do it and get it done with."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 06:00:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He growled at the hand fisted in his hair, and three words, filled with tangible arcane power behind them slipped over his tongue as his eyes flared with a cobalt light.&nbsp; "Listen to me, girl.&nbsp; I'm not in this for you, nor am I in this for myself," he said, even as the arcane tinge settled about them.&nbsp; "I only have a few seconds before the muffler I just cast wears off, so listen well.&nbsp; I'm in this to make sure you get the fake amulet to the council, and the real one to its owner.&nbsp; Don't like my methods, then find someone else to warm your bed," he snapped, and then the cobalt light faded from his eyes.<br><br>Once it had, he grinned.&nbsp; "With that said," he said softly, climbing up onto the bed.&nbsp; "If you wish it hard and fast, then hard and fast is what you shall get."&nbsp; With no further warning, he moved closer to her, his shaft - already fully erect - pushed into her.&nbsp; He grunted, a grimace crossing his face.&nbsp; "By the gods, you're tight," he muttered, twitching his hips against her, working himself into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 06:20:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She simply glared, as he hissed to her, ignoring his assertion that she would be going to the council. But that, she could deal with later. Her eyes locked with his, as his demeanor changed, and he climbed above her, dwarfing her with his size. She all but screamed as he pushed in. He was larger than any man she'd had, and it was not a bit uncomfortable. She arched off the bed, eyes closing in an instant, body tense, as he grunted. Her hands fisted in the bedclothes, as she clenched her teeth, thinking of a few minutes in the future, when he would be done, and she could erase the pain. But gods, it felt like white hot iron. She wasn't dry. She rarely was - as a precautionary measure, but she was in no way prepared for his size. She'd made a stupid error, and now she would pay for it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 06:26:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				But then, it didn't seem like he was in any hurry, as he simply stayed where he was, hovering over her, moving softly with gentle shallow thrusts, his eyes closed.&nbsp; "Okay...&nbsp; You're going to... to have to deal with slow and soft... at least for now," he said, shaking his head.&nbsp; "I'm not going to... risk ripping you apart on the inside," he said, his eyes opening enough to look into hers.&nbsp; "After all, no matter how much energy you can pull from this...&nbsp; Won't do you much good, if you're too sore from the... method of acquisition, now... will it?" he said, leaning down to catch one nipple between his lips, suckling on it gently, even as he continued his slow, shallow thrusts, giving her time to get used to his size.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 06:35:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa panted, every muscle straining against the discomfort as Dylan slowly eased himself within her. Though she hated to admit it, Tessa appreciated the favor, even though she had refused such a thing not a minute earlier. She could heal herself, she'd done it before, with minimal expenditure, but perhaps today was not the day to tell him that. That much pain could very well make her faint in her state. She didn't reply to him, as he bent down, only gasping as his lips closed over her nipple, the hot, wet tug sending a bolt of feeling down to her core. Men had done that before as well, but where it had felt like slobbering folly, it now felt like lightning filled the air, and her body, pushing her to a precipice. Tessa's back arched, her mind focused on the pain and the pleasure, and her fingers spread, already beginning to feel herself ease around his girth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 06:39:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With each thrust, he moved a bit further into her, easing himself deeper and deeper into her core with each thrust, even as he switched over to the other nipple, showing it the same affection and attention he had shown the other, even as his fingers danced from just below her breasts down her ribs to her thighs and back up.&nbsp; He was going to make sure she remembered this night, one way or another, and not because of his own sense of pride.<br><br>He wanted her to remember him well, and remember him as he was now, rather than finally getting to know him when they reached the duke, and all secrets were revealed.&nbsp; Because unfortunately, in his current guise, there was no way he could get to his father without her following along, and so there was no way to warn him.&nbsp; He hadn't gotten THAT much training in magic.<br><br>Of course, these thoughts were completely private, as the one thing his father HAD taught him was how to partition his mind so that only those extremely strong in magic could get through the partitions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 06:45:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As time passed, she continued to ease about him, her knees bending and squeezing against his hips, almost as if she were urging a horse forward. Tessa's breaths came in shallow pants, as she bit into her bottom lip, watching him lave her breasts. Slowly, her hips began to roll in tandem with his, and she gave a soft hum of assent. She didn't know what to think of the behemoth on top of her, but his kindness at least eased her ire a fraction. Somehow, Dylan was making this bearable, and Tessa appreciated it, whether she was willing to admit it to anyone, even herself, or not. If she needed him again by the time they parted, she would not urge him to get it over with. His way was much preferable.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 07:05:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let out a soft groan, noting in the back of his mind, in one of the few places that were still coherent, that she had started to move with him.&nbsp; He didn't immediately start hammering away at her, but instead gradually and steadily sped up, even as he continued to lick and suckle on her nipples, before moving his lips up to her neck, nipping around from one side of her neck to the other, his teeth just grazing over her skin as his lips traced trails over it.&nbsp; He didn't say anything though, knowing it would only bring her dander back up more than likely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 07:08:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa gasped, as his lips and teeth met her neck, arching slightly, her shoulders dropping, and head craning to the side to offer him more easy access. Something about the soft graze of his teeth, the warm brush of his lips sent bolts of energy up her spine, her arms rising to encircle his ribs, hands feebly clutching his back, as she began to pant audibly, a note of her voice present in every breath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 07:28:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let out a soft groan, and sped up more, actually biting down softly on her neck, his teeth digging lightly into the skin of her neck, before dragging down to her shoulder, and then down along her chest as his back arched, before he lifted up, powering down into her, his eyes locking to hers as he started showing her just what he was capable of, just what she had gotten herself into by choosing to bed him rather than any other male she could have found.&nbsp; She was in for a wild ride tonight, he knew that much.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 07:38:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa gasped, as teeth clamped, and she arched up against him, one leg slipping up, over his hip to urge him further. The pain had receded to the back of her mind, now, to be replaced with something different. Much better. Her fingers curled into his back, nails pressing in with new strength that she had no business possessing. Her spine arched, as his teeth raked down her skin, not quite hurting, teetering on the delicious precipice between pain, pleasure, and submission. Her eyes were wide, glazed, as his gaze bore into hers, and she let out a moan, the tone rising almost to a scream as he thrust deep inside her. Her head fell back, eyes closing as her legs tensed around him, feeling full, hot, and with something inside of her, stretching, rubbing, obliterating thought from her mind and leaving only the white-hot feeling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 03:35:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He groaned as she dug her nails into his back, rolling his shoulders softly as she did, and then the light sparked in his eyes again.&nbsp; "Eyalim mirodin toriska mireda," he murmured, more arcane words slipping from his lips in a whisper.&nbsp; He let out a grunt, and then his eyes widened slightly, his entire body tensing for a moment as he took in a deep breath.<br><br>Of course, the reason for this would be apparent to her, unless she chose to use some of the energy she had just gotten to dispel what he had done.&nbsp; If not, her nerves were now aflame, every touch, brush of skin on skin, and breath against her body, the sensations they brought, were tripled.&nbsp; He let out the breath, and then looked down at her as he moved against her again.&nbsp; "Hope you don't mind.&nbsp; Think it might be a bit more... fulfilling for you," he said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 05:17:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa gasped, her eyes snapping open as everything tripled. A cry broke from her lips, as she gasped deeply, her eyes rolling back almost instantly as he continued to thrust, feeling overwhelmed, not wanting it to stop. She couldn't muster a response, head falling back as her nails dug further in, pressing her entire length up against him, wanting the feel of skin n skin, the hot flesh complimenting her own, the moistness of her skin mingling with his. A soft explained escaped her mouth, the only thing she could manage to piece together, her mind long since fled. She couldn't even think about how her stores were, replenishing, filling faster than they ever had before. He was pushing her further, closer to something she rarely achieved. I took less than ten more thrusts before she felt herself shatter, screaming as every possible thought, not even remembering to breathe as her entire body tensed, and she clamped around him, suspended in oblivion for a long moment, before she began to came back, realizing slowly that her hands, her nails dug so deeply into his back she would be surprised if she hadn't drawn blood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 23:50:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had drawn blood, only a little, and he hadn't reacted when she did.&nbsp; However, when she finally came, he groaned, and gritted his teeth, pulling out of her with what seemed a tremendous effort of will, and sat back on his haunches by her feet, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.<br><br>His breathing wasn't nearly as heavy as hers, and he eyed her limp body.&nbsp; "So.&nbsp; Was that enough for you, or do you possibly want even more than that?" he said, his mind running over some of the other spells he had learned, as well as some of the random items he had in his bag.&nbsp; He knew by the time she was able to move again, and try anything -- which would have him casting the spell -- the sensational heightening spell he had already cast would still be active, and he'd be able to have quite a bit of fun with her.<br><br>All he had to do now was taunt her into trying to take what she wanted from him by force, and then the game would begin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 23:56:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa panted, limp on the bed, slowly remembering her name, where she was, what had happened. And then he pulled back, sitting on his haunches, and he grinned at her with an infuriating smile. He knew what she needed from him and the bastard was dangling it before her, taunting her. "You know... You know full well" She panted, glaring at him, as she slowly pushed herself up into a half-reclining position. Anger once again spiked within Tessa, and she pushed herself further up, swallowing and narrowing her eyes, even as her muscles trembled, feeling like warmed lead pumped through her veins in stead of blood.<br><br>She could feel every thread in the sheets, the weave, the way her nether region throbbed with every beat of her heart, the warm moistness that coated her inner thighs. She could feel the surge of blood within her veins. "You know full well I need more." She repeated, a hint of acid adding to her tone. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 00:05:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned, a roaring laugh sounding in his head as he taunted her.&nbsp; "Well, then if you always need more -- which is assumed from the way you just said that -- then you should know full well how to get it," he said, readying the spell in his mind, one hand behind his back glowing at the fingertips as he waited for the opportune moment to spring the spell.<br><br>He wouldn't do it yet, he would let her commit fully to wanting more, and wanting it from him, and then he'd do what she wanted and more, so much more, sending her to the stars and back several times before he was done with her this night.&nbsp; He didn't think she'd much care to have another guy provide her magical power once he was done.&nbsp; And this was going to make sure of it.<br><br>"After all, I don't perform on COMMAND, but I DO perform on REQUEST!" he said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 00:11:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa gaped at him. He wanted her to <em>ask</em>? Nicely? He was infuriating! Insufferable! Something snapped within her, and rage suffused her mind. An expletive fell from her perfectly bowed lips, soft as velvet, and pink as new roses, and she gathered herself, knowing she could catch him off guard. She'd heard how he'd reacted to her nails, the way his back had jumped at the touch. He would pay for his trespasses, and he would giver her what was promised. And she didn't need magic to do it. <br><br>Tessa leaps, hands outreached to catch his shoulders, with a yell, launching herself to topple him back, pin him down for a moment, and ride him until he couldn't see straight. She would have her due, and he would scream her name.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 00:19:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He raised an eyebrow at the expletive, a bemused smirk on his lips.&nbsp; "Such a dirty mouth," he said, and then his hands darted up to catch her wrists, pushing her back to the bed as he pushed forward, pinning her down as he uttered two words.&nbsp; "Restrito Amanis!" he hissed, and ropes seemed to grow out of the frame of the bed, the ends lashing around each of her limbs and pulling tight, restraining her against the bed as he stood.<br><br>"Ah.&nbsp; Much better," he said, chuckling softly.&nbsp; "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, and I'm not going to leave you there.&nbsp; I just... want to have some fun, see how you react to some things," he said, walking over to his pack.<br><br>He pulled out a large ornate feather, swishing it through the air, checking to make sure it wasn't broken.&nbsp; "Good," he said, and turned back, dragging it from the tip of her toe, up her leg, along her stomach, over her breast, and across her shoulders, then back down, watching her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 00:25:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shrieked in frustration, anger, her feet kicking out at him as he pinned her back, uttered words tying her arms to the bed frame, leaving her helpless. "You bastard!" She screamed, eyes ablaze with anger, her legs kicking ineffectually at him. He would not find a pliantly bound maid in her. No, it would be a struggle even as he bound her to the bed with arcane knots no fingers could hope to untie. She was well and truly stuck unless she chose to use magic to remove the ropes. But she still did not dare. Not until she was full. <br><br>She glared, watching as he retrieved the feather, gasping as the soft rush slowly trailed up her skin, feeling every down piece f the feather slippng over her skin, goosebumps racing across her as a moan, shuddering, escaped her. Tessa's eyes closed a moment, before she returned to glaring at him. "Unbind me right this instant." She hissed. "If you will not provide what I need, I will find someone who will."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 04:29:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned, tapping a finger to her nose.&nbsp; "Oh, relax, and quit worrying.&nbsp; You'll get what you need.&nbsp; But I'm going to have a little fun doing it.&nbsp; You see, you're the one that's probably going to be worn out tonight, not me.&nbsp; So shut up and relax, and enjoy yourself!"<br><br>With that statement, he ran the feather down between her breasts, lifting to drop it between her legs, and then drag it back up against her body, making sure to catch it against her folds, from back to front with a grin.&nbsp; "Ya know, I think you're the kind that secretly ENJOYS losing control, or having a man take control from you in the bedroom," he said, chuckling softly.&nbsp; "For all your bluster and bluff, and acting like you're a big bad bitch...<br><br>"With the right application of force, I'll bet you turn into a nice quivering puddle of goo," he said, running the feather back and forth across her nipples.<br><br>"Am I right, or am I right, Tessa?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 03:17:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The gasp caught in her throat as he dragged the the feather up her folds. She arched, feeling the light touch resonate through her body, as he dragged it up her body once more, teasing, prodding the bear. "You--" She gasped, her eyebrows knotting together as she tried to deny all of it. But he was right. She felt something begin to break within her, her resolve, her anger, she wasn't sure what. Again, Tessa arched as he ran the feather lightly across her nipples, and shuddered. "Fuck you." She ground out between gritted teeth. Her nails cut into her palms as she strained against the ropes in vain, holding fast but not cutting into her wrists. A foot lashed out at his stomach, trying to force him away, hating how he'd taken her control so trivially, teasing her and taunting her. She was his prisoner and he was rubbing it in her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 06:36:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shrugged, and moved away, dropping the feather on the bedside table as he grabbed his leggings.&nbsp; "Ah well," he said with a smirk.&nbsp; Inside, he was scratching his head.&nbsp; What the hell was with this woman?&nbsp; She had been acting like she wanted more so much, and now all of a sudden she was acting like she didn't.&nbsp; He shrugged.&nbsp; This might well make her change her mind.&nbsp; He slipped one foot into his leggings.&nbsp; "I guess I'll just get some sleep then.&nbsp; And don't think about running, either.&nbsp; Just because I've given you what you need, doesn't mean I won't track you down if you run.&nbsp; That amulet isn't yours, and it never was."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 15:39:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa wasn't sure which was worse, that he'd stopped, or that suddenly that was the last thing she wanted. She stifled a snort as he mentioned that he'd given her what she needed. He absolutely had not. He was the one that needed to finish, not her. She wasn't going to pass out or die, but she still didn't dare use any magic. But she would be damned if she told him. She would find another man along the way and get it done quickly. She ignored the hollow ache in her chest, as he began to dress. "It's not like I can run, now is it?" She demanded, refusing to tell him that she needed more. That she needed him to spend. Her pride could only take so many hits, and he'd reached the end of her tether. She wasn't sure why. Because he was one of the first men she was genuinely attracted to? Because he'd so easily outsmarted her, and actually taken care of her pleasure? Because it felt so much like a betrayal that he'd ended up being a captor, and working for the damned counsel. Because he knew more about her than any person had the right to, and he could destroy her so easily. It hurt so much, because he'd fooled her, and that she'd fallen for it. She didn't believe for one minute that he wanted to return the amulet to its rightful owner. For some reason he wanted to keep the charade alive. At least Tessa could find comfort in the fact that he didn't know everything about her. He only knew most of it. And she would have to think of a way to use that to her advantage.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 10:16:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled.&nbsp; "Yeah, that was kinda the point of that.&nbsp; I think I'll leave you like that, just to make sure," he said, reaching over to flip the latch on the door over to the locked position, then leaning back against the wall, sliding down to sit with his back to it.&nbsp; Scooting out slightly, he tucked his arms behind his head, and closed his eyes.&nbsp; He sighed silently.&nbsp; The woman was a fool.&nbsp; She didn't believe him, and he'd showed her all the proof she needed to believe him.&nbsp; But that was a moot point.&nbsp; In the morning, things would be interesting to say the least.&nbsp; Her reputation was that of a woman that got what she needed from a man and then ran from him.&nbsp; But he couldn't allow that.&nbsp; His aging father's amulet was in her possession, and he had no clue where she had stashed it.&nbsp; In spite of his reputation, he was in fact a gentleman, and not prone to going through other people's things.<br><br>He started snoring a few minutes after closing his eyes, not the annoying kind of snore that most people hate with a passion, but a soft, restful snore.&nbsp; Of course, there was no way she could know he was faking, though he did keep his eyelids cracked slightly as he watched her to see how she reacted.&nbsp; The spell he had initially cast would be active for a bit longer, and when it wore off, the contingent would go off.&nbsp; Ah, the glories of multi-layered casting.&nbsp; Sometimes he wondered why he hadn't gone into the academy as his father had wanted him to.&nbsp; This spell was a particularly fun one, one he'd managed to learn only after burning two spellbooks and several scrolls trying to cast it successfully.&nbsp; It would increase any sensation she was already feeling exponentially, until it either drove her mad or he released it.<br><br>He didn't have to worry about sleeping, another gift from his father before departing for warrior training.&nbsp; The ring around his left ring finger wasn't a wedding band, but a ring that revived him so that sleep was unimportant.&nbsp; He did it most of the time for appearances, but tonight he wouldn't, until he either got what he was after, or grew tired of waiting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 00:49:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa groaned, as he began to snore, staring at him. She didn't even bother to try and tug at her bonds, it was no use. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, trying to blank her mind. If she couldn't get him to help, she could at least meditate. Every beat of her heart thundered through her, throbbing at her womanhood, warm and slick, her breasts swollen, sensitive to even the presence of air on it, the microscopic hairs catching every hint of movement as she shifted. It took her hours, but finally, slowly, she faded from consciousness, hiding away and letting her mind rest, even if her body wouldn't.<br><br>"Please..." Her mouth gasped, her subconscious surfacing, crying out for power like a deydrated child. "Please, I need you... I need you to come inside of me..." She whimpered, eyes opening, staring at the sleeping hulk across the room from her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 01:00:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched, knowing what each breath, slow and deep, was going to do to her body.&nbsp; When she cracked, though, his eyes slowly fluttered open, as if he had been awakened from sleep.&nbsp; "Wuzzat?" he said in a thick voice, again fulfilling the image that he had been sleeping soundly.&nbsp; He stretched out, and stood, wincing as an old injury suddenly flared up, and then grimacing as he willed it away.&nbsp; "Sorry, I... I didn't quite hear you... What was that you said?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked over her body, noting that she had gotten wetter while she had been trying to regain control.<br><br>"Because it sounded like you've... you've had a change of heart...&nbsp; You don't have to beg me if you don't want it, you know..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 05:03:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please," She moaned, body arching off the bed, writhing from the torturous arousal, the sheets pressing every fiber into her skin, every tiny bit of friction fanning the flame of desire, making her crazy. "I need you... I need you inside me, please. I need you to spend yourself inside me..." Her voice was a pleading whimper, as she writhed, eyes locked with his. There was no shame, no filter. She was pleading for exactly what she needed. Her pride was gone, will dissipated. She would beg him all he wanted as long as the end result was his satisfaction being met inside of her, likely with her own being met as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 06:21:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Inwardly, his mind raged back and forth.&nbsp; He was pleased that she had finally caved, but something wasn't right.&nbsp; Something was off, and he could feel it.&nbsp; But one way or another, she would know true power the next day.&nbsp; Nodding, he stripped back down, his shaft still rock hard from earlier.&nbsp; Climbing back onto the bed, he released the ropes on her ankles, the ropes dissipating into nothingness.&nbsp; Moving between her thighs, he lifted her up slightly by the waist, lining himself up and pushing in quickly, one hand coming free as he did to tweak at her nipple.&nbsp; "There you go.&nbsp; That's how you get what you need," he said softly, his voice quiet and gentle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 06:41:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa moaned with relief, as he stood, shedding his clothes and moving over, releasing her ankles, and thrusting in without ceremony. She arched, moaning, as he filled her, again sliding against that inner spot, electric sensation coursing through her as she clamped immediately, the moan turning into a high pitched whimper as she came, writhing, impaled on him. Her legs wrapped around his legs, hips tilting down, pressing him into a better angle, panting, eyes staring sightlessly up at him, lips parted. "Please..." She whimpered, head falling back to offer him her throat. "More..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 09:20:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded, not one to deny a lady when she begged like that, ESPECIALLY not when she begged like that, and leaned forward, his teeth grazing over her neck before finding a nipple, rolling it gently between them as his hips powered forcefully into hers, his eyes half-closed as he listened to the sounds of her pleasure, the sounds of her submission to him.&nbsp; TRUE submission that would send her spells into the aether with power on the morrow.&nbsp; If only she would be able to do this again.&nbsp; But he had a feeling that he had figured out why she changed her mind so suddenly.&nbsp; She wasn't really there right now.&nbsp; But no matter.&nbsp; Sooner or later, she would remember, and then the moment of truth would come.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 15:51:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa gasped, moaning, as he grazed his teeth down her skin, writhing, her inner muscles clamping on him, as if trying to milk out his orgasm. Her eyes closed, mouth open as she panted through it, moaning over and over again, whimpering desperate pleas as he pistoned in and out. She couldn't count how many times she came. Over, and over again, voice whimpering, legs clamping as a new one blended into the first. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>23-04-2011, 12:42:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He groaned, shaking above her as he pushed farther and harder against her, his eyes glazing over.&nbsp; He let out a soft gasp as he felt his body tense suddenly, his back arching as his last thrust slammed into her, pushing fully in as he let loose a loud growl, his shaft pulsing inside her as he let go, his eyes rolling upward as he clenched his fists in the sheets, hovering over her like a brooding storm cloud that had just releases a downpour.&nbsp; He panted for breath, looking down at her with a smile.&nbsp; While he didn't enjoy doing this, he would have to show her the path to true power.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 21:40:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally, Tessa sank into the bed below him, even as he still filled her, their mingled ambrosia slowly beginning to escape her. She felt herself filled with power stronger than she'd ever felt before. Her eyes drifted closed, as she panted, breaths slowly evening out as she dropped into unconsciousness, exhaustion from before and his strong thrusts giving her no chance to fight the darkness that consumed her. She was alseep within minutes, face relaxed, and perhaps even beautiful in sleep, blank and peaceful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 04:51:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled, dropping over onto his side and pulling the ropes loose from her arms.&nbsp; By the time she'd wake up in the morning, there'd be minimal trace of what had happened.&nbsp; The ropes were nowhere to be seen, and she was arranged carefully on the bed.&nbsp; He was there next to her, fast asleep as he snored loudly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 19:53:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa stirred slowly the following morning. She was reluctant to rise, though she felt as though she'd had the best night's sleep she'd had in years. Groaning softly, she stretched, wincing as she touched the warm, furry length beside her. And then it came back to her. She sat bot upright, gaping at the man, feeling full to the brim with energy. Had he raped her in her sleep? Eyebrows pressing together as hate and rage curdled in her belly, she stood, stretching her arms as she began to pick up her clothing, yanking her legs angrily through the leggings and the bodice closed. She wanted to leave, immediately. She wanted to put one of her knives into his chest before she left ,but with her luck it would simply wake him up irritated. His snores were loud enough to suggest that he was deep enough asleep that he wouldn't wake, but nobody on the road slept deeply enough to not notice the door opening. Still, she gathered her things, and sidled to the door, carefully listing the latch as she watched him, ignoring the soreness between her thighs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Recharging, More Than One Way (PiP and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 13:27:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes snapped open and he was on his feet the moment her hand touched the latch.&nbsp; "Going somewhere without me?" he said, crossing the floor in three strides and pushing the door shut easily.&nbsp; "I told you, I'm going to go with you.&nbsp; I'm not the only person the mages hired to bring you in.&nbsp; And some of the others...&nbsp; Well, let's just say I don't think they would be as nice to you as I'm being."&nbsp; He rested a hand on her shoulder.&nbsp; "You need to trust me, or you'll end up hurt.&nbsp; These mages..."&nbsp; He shook his head.&nbsp; "They don't stop.&nbsp; It doesn't matter to them about right or propriety, or even property."<br><br>He sighed, shaking his head.&nbsp; "Look, I'm willing to give you this much.&nbsp; If you quit being such a pompous bitch who thinks she knows more than a guy that's nothing more than an apprentice in the ways of magic, but has seen much of the world around you, I'll journey with you, and you won't have to worry about finding someone you can trust enough to not slit your throat when your guard is down like it was last night."
			</dd>
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