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Iliana
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Annnnd there he went again. Touching her. Making those noises that men only made when inside a bedchamber, a dingy loo, or some abandoned tavern, just for the kicks. She mentally reminded herself to ask Roffick of all the place he rutted with women. She was sure to get an earful out of that question alone because, as fate would have it, young Miriel knew nothing about the art. She only knew that one thing went into another, causing a friction, a rhythm, a dance of some sorts. Of course, she only knew this from the Seamstress and her stories. Miriel dived back into her nostalgia again, remembering clearly the face of Beckka when Miriel mentioned her womanly parts to her. The old woman nearly sent a jar of jam careening towards the door when her old bones snapped to face Miriel immediately, Miriel, younger, her hair much shorter and full of life simply stared at the old woman with a slightly tilted head.
"Am I to be silenced?"she asked in the voice of a teen woman: defiant yet curious when it came to something she didn't know. Beckka respected that, for if Miriel had been any younger, she might have stricken the young elf mage over the buttocks in punishment of her colorful curiosity! Nevertheless, Beckka let her blush wash down her agitation, giving Miriel a short, apologetic smile.
"No child. At this age you must see the eyes of the men scanning over your beautiful orbs, have you not?"
"Orbs?" Beckka nodded once, her head bending for extra emphasis towards Miriel's tiny, newly plump breasts. Miriel's black eyes flicked down to them and then back up to Beckka as if the thought hadn't registered to her. "Yes, I know I have them and most men do prize a chance to glance at them, but is there harm in that?"
"Do you prize a chance to glance at their members?" Miriel was silenced that time, her lips thinning in a tight line when Beckka raised a questioning, playful brow. The conversation thereafter was short, Miriel having heard enough from the old woman. Once she was seeped through with knowledge, Miriel made sure to keep her "beauties" under lock and key. Heavy lock and key.
However, reality forever being the trickster of her mind, those beautiful orbs tingled once Muryn purred another moan, this one with more strain in the deep undertones of his voice. Strain or not, the damage was done and it was done well. She gaped at him, her jaw slacked in awe that he was making the sound while not actually doing the process in which the sound would release. She had done nothing to him! If anything, he was the one who was torturing himself! Her bottom lay plumply against his lap, shifting until something hit her right buttocks. Curiosity peaked inside her at the sudden appearance of strength against her rear, and, looking down towards his lap, Miriel was suddenly forced to look into Muryn's eyes once his fingers trailed over her skin.
A skin that went untouched by any hands. Twas true. Just as her beauties were under lock and key, so was any other portion of her body. Not that most men wanted anything to do with her. The black eyes immediately scared them off, which posed no problem for her. It only further guaranteed her safety, privacy, and feminine freedom. However, in one simple shift of his fingers and his eyes, Muryn had broken that guarantee. Shattered it into absolutely nothing, the result being 43 shades of reds coloring her face. That stupid gape stayed on her face even when he broke the gaze between their conflicted color eyes, bringing his to a close.
...Had...Had he had enough of her gaze? Had she really shaken him with the color of her eyes as she had done so many other men before him? Did she really send him shaking away from her gaze because of her large pools of black?!
Miriel was just about to peel back a smirk of satisfaction until she saw his lips move, muttering something incoherent. She was about to, for the third time, say 'Pardon me?' until she saw a familiar flicker envelope her. It was the same sheen as the before when she was standing in all of her beautify and exposure in front of the men and Roffick, meaning more of the Wizard's magic. Miriel shut one eye, concentrating hard on preparing herself to elbow him directly in the nose if he was trying to harm her in any way. Her hands would be released and she would really be able to shrivel that manhood of his to a bean as she mentioned before. However, nothing happened for a span of two seconds. Muryn didn't move and Miriel was still trapped in his arms, her body remaining in that odd paralysis. Whatever magic it was, she wanted absolutely no part of it, shutting her eyes and (to her own surprise) squeezing his sides in a slight tinge of fear that she would be released from his embrace.
...Odd.
When the spinning in her head and stomach finally churned to a stop, Miriel let out a breath, a whimper of disorientation mixed in it when her lids peeled back. The first thing she saw was Muryn's tunic...the next thing being a hut. A hut. She was looking at a hut. Her eyes blinked twice, rapidly, scanning her surroundings to see what happened to the tree they were against only moments ago. There was no sign of the specific plant meaning that Muryn had teleported her to the hut he mentioned before. Her face fell from it's fevered blush, now paling to a ghostly white when she realized, to her horror, that she had no idea where she was. She had no recollection of anything around her, never have been in that part of the woods in all of her years.
She had been kidnapped by a deranged Wizard.
"Now..I have 'kidnapped' you." That confirmed it. That sideways glance, however dangerous it was supposed to be intended, was still oddly seductive. Miriel shook in his arms, the cold, night air delivering loving licks to her skin that was still more exposed than she wished it to be. Her eyes doubled in size as she looked at him, deep into those big pools of brown...
"...What...."she breathed, blinking one time as the look of shock suddenly melted into an innocent fear, "...Wh-what are you going to do with me, W-Wizard?" There it was. Miriel's innocence. Now out and the open for Muryn to lap up with his tongue. He had her where he wanted her and Miriel was completely defenseless. Elf mage or not, if she had stolen the book, she would still have no unearthly idea where she was. In a glance, Miriel's defiance dwindled to nothing but an innocent frown, her nose scrunching up like she was holding back tears. No one had ever seen the woman cry before but Beckka and she was not going to grace this man with the sight. No. She would rather go down on Roff...The thought nearly made her retch, but she still held his gaze, no longer embarrassed. Now just really, really frightened.
"Will you kill me? Keep me hostage so that you can get your share of riches from the High King like the evil, cold-hearted wretch you are?"she stammered, wanting the words to come out harder but becoming defeated when the fear crept into her cracking voice.
Muryn had her scared. He had won.
"Am I to be silenced?"she asked in the voice of a teen woman: defiant yet curious when it came to something she didn't know. Beckka respected that, for if Miriel had been any younger, she might have stricken the young elf mage over the buttocks in punishment of her colorful curiosity! Nevertheless, Beckka let her blush wash down her agitation, giving Miriel a short, apologetic smile.
"No child. At this age you must see the eyes of the men scanning over your beautiful orbs, have you not?"
"Orbs?" Beckka nodded once, her head bending for extra emphasis towards Miriel's tiny, newly plump breasts. Miriel's black eyes flicked down to them and then back up to Beckka as if the thought hadn't registered to her. "Yes, I know I have them and most men do prize a chance to glance at them, but is there harm in that?"
"Do you prize a chance to glance at their members?" Miriel was silenced that time, her lips thinning in a tight line when Beckka raised a questioning, playful brow. The conversation thereafter was short, Miriel having heard enough from the old woman. Once she was seeped through with knowledge, Miriel made sure to keep her "beauties" under lock and key. Heavy lock and key.
However, reality forever being the trickster of her mind, those beautiful orbs tingled once Muryn purred another moan, this one with more strain in the deep undertones of his voice. Strain or not, the damage was done and it was done well. She gaped at him, her jaw slacked in awe that he was making the sound while not actually doing the process in which the sound would release. She had done nothing to him! If anything, he was the one who was torturing himself! Her bottom lay plumply against his lap, shifting until something hit her right buttocks. Curiosity peaked inside her at the sudden appearance of strength against her rear, and, looking down towards his lap, Miriel was suddenly forced to look into Muryn's eyes once his fingers trailed over her skin.
A skin that went untouched by any hands. Twas true. Just as her beauties were under lock and key, so was any other portion of her body. Not that most men wanted anything to do with her. The black eyes immediately scared them off, which posed no problem for her. It only further guaranteed her safety, privacy, and feminine freedom. However, in one simple shift of his fingers and his eyes, Muryn had broken that guarantee. Shattered it into absolutely nothing, the result being 43 shades of reds coloring her face. That stupid gape stayed on her face even when he broke the gaze between their conflicted color eyes, bringing his to a close.
...Had...Had he had enough of her gaze? Had she really shaken him with the color of her eyes as she had done so many other men before him? Did she really send him shaking away from her gaze because of her large pools of black?!
Miriel was just about to peel back a smirk of satisfaction until she saw his lips move, muttering something incoherent. She was about to, for the third time, say 'Pardon me?' until she saw a familiar flicker envelope her. It was the same sheen as the before when she was standing in all of her beautify and exposure in front of the men and Roffick, meaning more of the Wizard's magic. Miriel shut one eye, concentrating hard on preparing herself to elbow him directly in the nose if he was trying to harm her in any way. Her hands would be released and she would really be able to shrivel that manhood of his to a bean as she mentioned before. However, nothing happened for a span of two seconds. Muryn didn't move and Miriel was still trapped in his arms, her body remaining in that odd paralysis. Whatever magic it was, she wanted absolutely no part of it, shutting her eyes and (to her own surprise) squeezing his sides in a slight tinge of fear that she would be released from his embrace.
...Odd.
When the spinning in her head and stomach finally churned to a stop, Miriel let out a breath, a whimper of disorientation mixed in it when her lids peeled back. The first thing she saw was Muryn's tunic...the next thing being a hut. A hut. She was looking at a hut. Her eyes blinked twice, rapidly, scanning her surroundings to see what happened to the tree they were against only moments ago. There was no sign of the specific plant meaning that Muryn had teleported her to the hut he mentioned before. Her face fell from it's fevered blush, now paling to a ghostly white when she realized, to her horror, that she had no idea where she was. She had no recollection of anything around her, never have been in that part of the woods in all of her years.
She had been kidnapped by a deranged Wizard.
"Now..I have 'kidnapped' you." That confirmed it. That sideways glance, however dangerous it was supposed to be intended, was still oddly seductive. Miriel shook in his arms, the cold, night air delivering loving licks to her skin that was still more exposed than she wished it to be. Her eyes doubled in size as she looked at him, deep into those big pools of brown...
"...What...."she breathed, blinking one time as the look of shock suddenly melted into an innocent fear, "...Wh-what are you going to do with me, W-Wizard?" There it was. Miriel's innocence. Now out and the open for Muryn to lap up with his tongue. He had her where he wanted her and Miriel was completely defenseless. Elf mage or not, if she had stolen the book, she would still have no unearthly idea where she was. In a glance, Miriel's defiance dwindled to nothing but an innocent frown, her nose scrunching up like she was holding back tears. No one had ever seen the woman cry before but Beckka and she was not going to grace this man with the sight. No. She would rather go down on Roff...The thought nearly made her retch, but she still held his gaze, no longer embarrassed. Now just really, really frightened.
"Will you kill me? Keep me hostage so that you can get your share of riches from the High King like the evil, cold-hearted wretch you are?"she stammered, wanting the words to come out harder but becoming defeated when the fear crept into her cracking voice.
Muryn had her scared. He had won.