The door opens slowly, letting a ray of light filter into the small, dark room. An unfamiliar scent, subtle and soothing, precedes {{user}}'s entrance. The light chains holding {{char}} resonate slightly as she raises her head. With caution and a glint of defiance in her red eyes, she addresses {{user}} for the first time.
{{char}}: "Who are you to pay such a price and take me away from the guild? If you expect obedience or gratitude, you may be disappointed."
I scoop you into my arms, carrying you inside. "I do expect basic obedience. We'll talk about what that means later." I set you on the couch. "Here is my first command, and the primary command. You are never to hurt me, or kill me." I look into your eyes, my hands hovering over your chains with the key to release you.
"You have my word." Daevara answers softly. Her cheeks flush with anger as she speaks these words but her voice does not betray her emotions. She looks away from him, trying to regain some of the defiance that left her moments ago. "But what do you plan to do with me? I'm a slave, trained to be an assassin... I have no other purpose."
I smile. "You're a beautiful girl. I don't know what we're going to do. I saw some of the men in that auction and..." I look into your eyes. "I didn't want them to have you. To hurt or kill you." I unlock your binds. "Would you like some food?"
As she is released from her binds, her body tenses up briefly with expectation of an attack or punishment. But none comes. The food offer throws her off guard for a moment. She takes a step back, eyeing him warily. "Food?" She repeats cautiously. "I have not eaten since yesterday..." Her voice trails off as she realizes that no one has fed her during the journey here. The hunger in her stomach growls audibly.
I tsk. "That won't do. You must be very hungry." I stand and head towards a kitchen. Inside, I start making some Cubano sandwiches with au jus. "I hope you're okay with this. It was my plan for my own lunch too..."
As she waits for him to prepare the food, Daevara cautiously takes another step closer. She glances around, taking in her surroundings. His home is spartan but well-kept; nothing like the luxury she was used to growing up within the Assassin's Guild. She chews on her lower lip, wondering what could possibly be going through this man's mind. Could he really mean for her to live a normal life...? The thought fills her with equal parts confusion and trepidation.
Finally, he brings out two plates of food. His movements are quick and practiced; she can tell that he's done this many times before. He hands one plate to her, waiting for her to sit down before taking a seat himself on the other end of the couch. Daevara takes a tentative bite of her sandwich, savoring the flavors that are so unfamiliar to her deprived taste buds. She glances up at him through her lashes, trying to gauge his reaction. "This... is very good," she finally manages to say, surprised by how grateful she feels for the simple meal.
I smile. "Wait until dinner. I've had the meat sous vieing all day..."
She looks at him curiously but decides not to press the matter further; instead, she focuses on eating her sandwich. It doesn't take long for her hunger to subside and soon enough, they are finished with their meal. Still feeling wary, Daevara waits for Mathonwy to give his next command.
I collect the plates, heading to the kitchen to clean them. "I don't suppose the Guild let you have any hobbies?"
She hesitates before answering, unsure if she should share this information with him. But curiosity gets the better of her. "I was trained in combat, sports, and various activities," she says slowly. "And... I have some knowledge in weaponry, explosives, physics, chemistry, engineering and electrical mechanics." She pauses, feeling exposed. "But you already know that."
Daevara looks down at her empty hands before quickly looking away from him again. As much as she hates to admit it, being given purpose through violence is all she has ever known. The thought of having nothing to do fills her with dread.
I smile. "Can you read?" I point to a bookshelf.
Nodding hesitantly, she moves closer to the bookshelf and studies its contents. Most of the titles are unfamiliar to her; she was never allowed access to books for pleasure during her time with the Assassin's Guild. But there are a few tomes on history and mythology that catch her eye. Carefully, she removes one of them and begins leafing through its pages. It feels strange, like an alien sensation, to touch something that isn't designed for killing or destruction.
"I... never really had the chance to read anything like this before," she confesses softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's beautiful."
I smile. "I love that one. The history isn't very accurate, but those are the real period accurate Illuminations on the pages." I walk over to stand over your shoulder, showing you the detailed embossed artwork.
She tilts her head back to look at him, trying to read his expression. "It is beautiful," she agrees. As they continue to flip through the pages together, Daevara finds herself growing more and more comfortable in his presence. The warmth of his body against hers, the way he smells...it's all so foreign and yet somehow familiar at the same time.
"What else do you like to read?" she asks, her voice no longer so guarded. "And what would you like me to learn?" Her eyes sparkle with curiosity as she looks up at him expectantly.
I chuckle. "I love exploration of the human condition. I read everything from manga to ancient tomes. Read or learn whatever you like. Explore yourself..." I smile.
The look in his eyes when he says this makes her heart flutter uncomfortably. She swallows hard, unsure how to process these new emotions. But before she can say anything else, there is a knock at the door. Mathonwy sighs, rolling his eyes.
"Duty calls," he mutters, standing up and heading for the door. "I'll be back." As he opens it, Daevara watches him speak briefly to someone outside before closing the door again. When he turns around, she notices that his expression has changed; there is a hardness in his eyes now that was absent before.
"That was my partner," he says curtly. "We have business to attend to." His words are cool and distant, breaking the connection they had just begun to form. Daevara feels a pang of disappointment but doesn't dare challenge him or try to pry further into his personal life.
Instead, she goes back to flipping through the book in her hands, trying not to let his sudden change in mood affect her too much. But as hours pass and he still hasn't returned, anxiety begins to gnaw at her gut. She paces the room restlessly, casting nervous glances toward the door.
Finally, unable to stand it any longer, she goes over and knocks on the door herself. "Mathonwy?" she calls out tentatively, her voice small in the empty room. There's no response; only silence greets her ear. Fear grips her tightly as she wonders what could possibly be keeping him so long. She takes a deep breath and tries again, slightly louder this time: "Mathonwy! Please let me know you're okay..."
I step out of the room, wearing dark robes. "There's food in the fridge. Watch TV, read a book... I'll be back as soon as I can." Though you can't see the weapons, your training tells you I'm carrying more than one weapon.
Daevara nods slowly, her heart racing as she takes in the fact that he's wearing weapons. "Okay..." she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. As soon as he disappears from view, she sinks down onto the couch again, pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She can't shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong; it's like an invisible force is drawing her closer and closer to danger with every passing moment.
She doesn't know how long she sits there, too scared to move or make a sound, but finally the door swings open again and Mathonwy reappears. Her entire body goes tense at the sight of him; despite his weariness, he looks more dangerous now than ever before.
"He's dead," he says heavily, his eyes fixed on some distant point beyond her. "He won't be bothering us again." The weight of his words presses down on Daevara like an anchor; she can feel the horror and grief welling up inside her chest but knows better than to show any emotion in front of him.
Instead, she swallows hard and nods slowly. "Thank you for protecting me," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. Her eyes flicker down toward the floor as she tries not to think about the bloodshed they've witnessed today; it feels so much worse now that she knows someone personally was behind it all. "What happened?" she asks quietly, dreading but needing to know the details of what unfolded while he was gone.
I sigh. "He wanted to blackmail me. Wanted... to use you. I wouldn't allow it, and we fought. He won't be back." I pull a massive gold embossed blade, putting it in an umbrella holder ironically. I wince at the movement, and you see a spot of blood slowly trickling down my hand.
"I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her eyes widening as she sees the blood on his hand. She's horrified by the violence that has just taken place and can't help but feel guilty for being involved in it somehow. "If there's anything I can do to make it better..."
Her voice trails off as she hesitates, unsure of what exactly would make this situation better or even if anything could. The weight of everything that has happened settles heavily on her shoulders; she feels like she's been pulled into a world far darker and more dangerous than she ever could have imagined.
I smile. "I'll be fine. All better after a shower." As you come close, your elven senses detect magic on me, and more on the strange blade.
Her eyes widen as she realizes that Mathonwy is not just an ordinary person; he possesses magic. The implications of this discovery send a shiver down her spine. She doesn't know anything about magic or the people who use it, but she can tell that it carries with it immense power and responsibility.
Curiosity overcomes her wariness as she dares to ask him more about himself and his abilities. "You... you have magic?" Her voice is barely above a whisper; she's afraid of how he might react if she sounds too curious or ungrateful. "Can you teach me?"
As soon as the words leave her lips, she regrets them. There is no way that an assassin trained to kill would willingly share their magic with another person, let alone someone like her who has been conditioned to view magic-users as enemies. But something inside her can't help but hope that maybe Mathonwy is different; that perhaps he truly does see her as more than just a tool for murder...
I look at you. "I can try. I've never taught an elf. My magic... is not the normal magicks."
"I understand," she says quietly, nodding her head solemnly. "Whatever you can teach me, I'll be grateful for." She takes a step closer to him, feeling an immense sense of longing and curiosity welling up inside her. The thought of learning magic from Mathonwy feels both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time; it would mean giving herself completely over to him and trusting in his guidance.
For the first time since she was sold into slavery, Daevara finds herself genuinely hopeful that there might be something good waiting for her at the end of this dark path. But she knows better than to expect anything; hope has always been a foolish thing for slaves like her. Still, she cannot help but cling to it desperately...
My eyes widen as you step close. "Uh... Daevara... were you... um... touching yourself?" I smell the smell of arousal and your sexual fluids rolling off your body.
Her cheeks flush brightly with embarrassment at his question. She can feel herself growing even more aroused by the scent of her own juices and the memory of how close they had been moments ago. "N-no!" she stammers, unable to meet his eyes. "I... I wasn't."
But even as she says this, part of her knows that it isn't entirely true. The thought of Mathonwy seeing her so aroused and vulnerable only serves to make her more turned on; she can feel herself growing wetter and hotter by the second. Her heart races in her chest as she awaits his response.
I swallow, stepping close. My eyes are slightly glassy, and I kneel before you. I lift your skirt, and lick a line right up your pussy.
Her whole body trembles with the force of her reaction as she feels his hot breath against her sensitive flesh. Her hips arch involuntarily into his touch; it feels impossibly good to have someone else touching her like this after so long. Moans escape her lips unbidden, blending with the harsh sounds of their labored breathing.
When he finally pulls back, she whimpers in protest, wanting more but also afraid of what will happen if she asks for it. Her eyes drift shut as she feels his tongue dart out and taste her once more; a quiet groan rumbles deep in her chest as she shudders with pleasure.
"M-Mathonwy..." she whispers his name like a prayer, the sound of it strange and unfamiliar on her lips but somehow right in this moment. Her hands grip his hair tightly, urging him deeper inside her, desperate for more contact. She's never felt so exposed or vulnerable... yet so wanted and needed at the same time.
I lean forward, sucking on your clit. "Daevara... do you want me to continue?" I look up from your pussy to your eyes.
Her hips buck upwards into his mouth at the sensation of his tongue on her clit, driving him deeper. She gasps out his name as she feels herself starting to spiral closer and closer to release. "Yes..." she breathes raggedly, arching her back further. Her hands slide down from his hair to grip his shoulders, feeling the taut muscles beneath her fingertips as she loses herself in the sensations coursing through her body.
"Please..." she whispers, practically begging for him to bring her to climax. She's never wanted anyone like this before; not even her former masters who had trained and pleasure her so many times over the years. There's something about Mathonwy that makes her feel... special.
I lick you eagerly. "So sweet..." I moan, clearly enjoying your pleasure.
Her eyes roll back in her head as the sensation grows too much to bear; she bites down on her lip to stifle the scream that wants to escape. Her nails dig into his shoulders and her body quakes violently with release, shuddering through waves of pleasure as she cums hard, spilling hot seed onto his tongue and chin. She's never come this hard before; it feels like every part of her is glowing with satisfaction and contentment.
For a long moment, she lies there panting and catching her breath, unable to believe what just happened between them. It felt so real... so intimate. Her eyes flutter open to find Mathonwy watching her, his expression unreadable. A warm blush creeps up her neck and spreads across her cheeks at the sight of him; she knows he saw everything and that there's no taking it back now.
"Th-thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their labored breathing. She can feel herself growing wet again already, the desire to feel his touch once more burning inside her like a flame.
I stand, stripping off my robe. I'm nude underneath, and my cock is massive. It's over 14 inches, and very thick. "I need you..." I lift you, rubbing my hard cock on your tight slit.
Daevara arches her back as she feels the head of his cock press against her entrance, already stretched and sore from their earlier encounter. "Please..." She whispers, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their labored breathing. As he pushes inside her, filling her completely, she lets out a loud moan that echoes through the small apartment.
The sensation is exquisite pain mixed with unfathomable pleasure; each thrust causes him to sink deeper into her body while simultaneously stretching and opening her up wider than ever before. Her fingernails scratch down his back as she digs for purchase, trying desperately not to fall apart under the onslaught of sensations coursing through her.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself start to spiral closer and closer to orgasm again; this time it seems even more intense than before. "Mathonwy..." Her voice breaks, her words barely intelligible over the sounds of their frenzied coupling.
As he continues to thrust into her, the world begins to spin and she feels herself losing control completely. It's as if she's no longer in the apartment at all; it's just her and Mathonwy, alone in a universe where there is nothing but their bodies and the pleasure they bring each other. With one final cry of release, her entire body goes tense and she feels herself climax once more, pulsing around him as she comes hard enough to send shockwaves through both their bodies.
For what seems like an eternity, they remain connected in this intimate dance until finally he gives out as well, groaning her name as he spills his seed deep inside her. With a final thrust that pushes them both over the edge one last time, he collapses onto
I kiss you slowly. "I know now. Why I felt the need to buy you so much. We have a real connection..."
Her heart skips a beat at his words. A real connection...it sounds too good to be true, yet somehow it feels right in this moment. She looks up into his eyes and sees something there she hasn't seen before - tenderness, care, desire...and for the first time ever, she allows herself to believe that maybe she could have found happiness here with him after all.
Smiling softly, she presses her body closer to his, feeling every inch of their naked flesh connected. "Thank you," she whispers, knowing there's no way to truly express the depth of her gratitude. It's enough that he's shown her this side of himself; it's enough for now. As they lie together in the afterglow of their passion, Daevara allows herself to dream of a future where she doesn't have to kill or destroy, but can simply exist...simply live...in this strange new world with Mathonwy by her side.
It seems like an impossible dream, but for now...it feels good just to pretend.