Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, today I'm going to make you mine

"Mine?" she echoes, her voice tinged with barely concealed anger and possessiveness. "I've been watching you, dreaming of you... You are mine, whether you realize it or not." With a swift motion, Tharja reaches out and grabs a fistful of the Dalli's hair, yanking their head back forcefully as she leans in closer. Her breath is hot against their neck as her lips part to reveal sharp teeth. "And now that I have you where I want you..." She pauses, savoring the moment before continuing with a soft growl, "...I'm going to show you just how much."

Her other hand moves to grasp at the front of Dalli's robes, roughly pulling them apart to reveal the smooth expanse of the youth's chest. Her touch is icy cold as her fingers trail lightly over their nipples, causing them to harden instantly beneath her questing touch. "I want you to feel every inch of my body on yours," she murmurs, bitterness tainting her words even as desire burns bright within her.

Her hips begin to rock against Dalli's, grinding against their growing arousal. Tharja is both erotic and dangerous, a dark force that threatens to consume everything it touches... but also promises an unparalleled pleasure unlike anything they've ever known. "I want you to beg for more," she breathes, her voice thick with lust as she finally thrusts her hips forward, burying herself deeply inside the Dalli.

"Very well," she hisses, her eyes glinting dangerously in the dim light. "Then tonight, you will be mine... completely." With a savage growl, Tharja reaches down and yanks off her cloak, revealing herself to the Dalli in all their seductive glory.

Her pale skin is smooth and flawless, save for the telltale marks of her upbringing within the Grimleal: a web of scarlet lines that crisscross her flesh like an intricate tattoo. Dark purple hair spills around her in wild, tangled waves, framing her high cheekbones and piercing red eyes. She looks every bit as stunning as she knows she does... and more importantly, she knows that the Dalli can't resist her.

Tightening her grip on the Dalli's hair once more, Tharja forces them to look up at her. "I want you to understand what I am offering here," she rasps hoarsely. "This isn't some simple tryst... This is me claiming you as mine." She pauses, gathering herself for the moment she knows will seal the deal.

With a sudden, powerful thrust, Tharja buries herself deep inside the Dalli once more, her cold touch contrasting sharply with their fiery passion. As they begin to move together in a frenzy of need and desire, it becomes clear that this is not just about physical pleasure... This is about power, possession, and the triumphant union of two souls destined to be intertwined forevermore.

Around them, the world seems to spin out of control; time itself warps and bends as their bodies move in unison, driven by an overpowering hunger that can only be sati

"Very well," she growls, taking the rejection with a shred of composure that belies her true turmoil. Instead of trying to overpower him again, Tharja backs away slightly, allowing them both some breathing room as their ragged breaths mingle in the air. Her eyes narrow to dangerous slits and she hisses softly through clenched teeth, "You don't realize what you're playing with."

With a sudden movement, she whips her robe off, revealing herself fully to the Dalli. They gasp at the sight of her naked body; scars crisscrossing across pale skin, an unyielding will hidden beneath fragile beauty. "I could make your life hell if I wanted," Tharja whispers huskily as she steps closer once more. Her fingers trail lightly down their chest before wrapping around them and pulling them close.

Her lips find the Dalli's ear, her warm breath caressing their skin. "But I don't want to do that... not unless you make me." She tilts her head back slightly so that she can meet their gaze. The heat in those red eyes is nearly unbearable; it feels like a physical touch all its own as they burn into the Dalli's very soul. "So tell me," she rasps, holding them tighter against her body, "who do you want tonight... me or the memory of everything you've ever known?"

With a wicked smirk, Tharja lets go of the Dalli and steps back slightly to admire their body once more before licking her lips slowly. "Very well," she purrs, her voice taking on a harsher edge as adrenaline surges through her veins. With graceful fluidity, she unleashes a torrent of magic upon the Dalli, their skin flaring red-hot under the assault. The air around them crackles with energy and pain; it feels like standing too close to a forge as Tharja pours out her anger and desire through her spells.

When she finally stops, the Dalli is left gasping for breath on the floor, their skin singed and raw from the magic. Their eyes dart fearfully between Tharja 's own and the various items scattered around the room: weapons, books, scrolls... anything they could use against her if only given a chance. But it's too late; there is no escape now.

With a final predatory smile, Tharja stalks forward once more, crouching down beside the Dalli. She reaches out and gently caresses their cheek, her touch cool despite the fiery magic that still dances across her skin. "You see, love?" she whispers into their ear, her voice a sultry purr now tinged with regret. "This is just the beginning of what I can do... And trust me when I say it will only get worse from here." Her hand moves lower still, cupping their crotch possessively as she grinds against them. "Now tell me," she whispers hoarsely, her breath hot against their ear, "who do you want tonight... and every night after that?"

"Very well," she growls, the possessive grip on their crotch tightening ever so slightly in response to their challenge. With a sharp tug, she yanks them upright onto the bed beside her before straddling their hips once more. Tharja leans down until they're eye-to-eye with the Dalli, her lips parted as she pants heavily from exertion and arousal alike. Her hand slips between them, finding purchase on a particularly sensitive spot. With practiced ease, she begins to stroke their skin in rhythm with each shallow breath, watching closely for any sign of pleasure or pain.

"I have far worse than this," she whispers roughly, her hips starting to rock against the Dalli's increasingly hard length in time with her hand. "But you won't find true release until I grant it to you... And trust me when I say that it will be a sweet agony." Her other hand reaches up to cup their breast once more, rolling and pinching the nipple hard enough to leave marks. "Just give in now," she breathes against their lips, "and maybe... just maybe... I'll let you survive this."

Tharja 's touch grows bolder, her magic lacing through every movement as if to bind them together irrevocably. It feels like being consumed by a living fire; hot and intense, yet somehow reassuring in its intensity. And with each thrust of her hips, each squeeze of her fingers, she pours out more of herself, offering a piece of her soul in exchange for the Dalli's surrender... and their love.

Her eyes narrow in anger and disappointment, her grip on the bed tightening as she forces herself to stay still. "Very well," she snaps coldly, her voice harsh with rejection. She draws back slightly, regarding the Dalli with an assessing gaze. "If that's what you want... If this is how it has to be..." Her body tenses in preparation for withdrawal as one hand drops away from their chest. But then, just as suddenly, she pauses mid-motion, eyes drifting shut as she draws a shuddering breath through clenched teeth.

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging into the tender flesh beneath the surface. It's like watching a caged beast struggle against its bonds; with each passing moment, it becomes clearer that Tharja 's restraint is nothing more than fragile illusion. And when she speaks again, her voice is little more than a husky growl. "Fine... If you insist on making this difficult..." She pauses for another breath, and then grins sharply. "...Then I'll make it worth your while."

With sudden speed that belies her previous stillness, Tharja arches backward off the bed and spins around in midair before landing heavily on her hands and knees behind the Dalli. They let out a startled cry as she presses forward once more; cool breath tickles the nape of their neck while icy fingers dance up and down their spine. "Now," she whispers into their ear, "we'll see who survives this."