Scene setting : Bandit & Raul’s Room.
co-written with Artie.
Artie: For the beginning of the ride, Bandit had mumbled muffled obscenities at the warlock.. though as time progressed she would soon fall prey to slumber, encased in bodily warmth. She slept, but far from soundly. It was as though every few moments the little thief would twitch, her hands moving to cover the rest of her body as a small noise of yearning slipped through – occasionally, as Raul knew from her stay at his palace – she would speak.
“Nn..” It was a moan, her head lulling to the side as her arms tightened on her femininity, holding it in.. “Ah..” The thief gasped, her thighs pressing tightly together as though a hand was between them, despite her own hand covering the front of her womanhood.. Clearly, her dream was something of a recollection. “Please.. more..” These words would come out a few moments after the rest, her brows furrowing.. It was intriguing to hear this, as the subconscious would speak now… was this truly what she’d longed for? A slight curl of the toes would answer this question as the blonde’s head turned to be against Raul’s side, her sleeping and naked form burning next to him..
It was perhaps worse because of how used she looked, the drying of her juices and his own along her upper thighs and legs, the blood around her neck from his bite and the copper color as it’d begun to dry..
The Warlock kept his eyes on the skies as they rode on from the darkened ally towards the nearest brothel. Since the Warlock viewed Bandit as being a whore, what better place to have her kept than instead of in his own house. Raul had been through that before in the real world, here….he rather be free of having to watch her 24/7. The ride was an interesting one. Bandit falling asleep, but not before mumbling obscenities at him. Even at her lowest point, she still put up a fight. She was however in a situation where she said one thing, yet her body did another. Raul would realize that she was insatiable. One fuck just wasn’t enough, and with her hand moving down to her swollen woman hood, and her guttural moans practically begging for his attentions, he was now starting to wonder if he should oblige her. The whispered words of “please more..” had the Warlock raise a brow, as the cool of the night breeze teased and played with Bandit’s hair as they neared their destination. He thought for a moment. Should he?
The carpet flew around the building of the main brothel house and came into land, but as it did so, the Warlock levitated off the carpet with Bandit held in his arms. He kept her head to his chest, as the carpet de-materialized and vanished with a light pop. The Warlock strode in the front doors, only to be met by the Brothel madame.
“One of your girls I have found in an alley. She needs to be cleaned and set on one of your beds for me. I shall pay well for this service, as I wish to enjoy her for the eve.” He tossed the Brothel owner a bag of gold, as he passed her, and she directed him to one of the suites. Within the room was a service girl, who got a wash basin ready as the Warlock laid Bandit down and started to remove the rest of her clothes. The girl used a sponge and scented water to clean Bandit as she continued to slumber, and when finished, she trundled the wash cabinet out of the room, leaving the Warlock alone with her once more.
Her hair was brushed out and fanned her face, to create an image that was almost holy. Almost. her body was now moving, writhing about the bed, her desire still not yet sated. The Warlock removed his clothes slowly, as no doubt she was still mumbling and begging him to finish her. With her upper body laying on a hill of cushions, the Warlock parted her legs slowly, with all the skill of an Master lover, and started a trail of kisses that worked their way up to the sweet place between her thighs. He was much more gentle at this point, since she was asleep. Within her mind it was anyone’s guess what she could see, but her eyelids would flutter as she went through a stage of rapid eye movement.
Laying fully on the large bed, the Warlock then lowered his head between her legs, and the next thing she would feel, was the teasing presence of his tongue, as it delicately would seek to probe her inner lips. His hands would rest upon her hips and then it was up to her to use her hands to guide his head as she saw fit.
Under usually circumstances, Bandit was a fairly light sleeper.. but in her drunken state and sleepless nights, as well as physical exertion.. she was so deeply in sleep that she barely stirred. This is not to say her eyes would not flutter open partly, only to close once more…
Holy, yes.. The sandy blonde tresses crowned her head, darkening her skin in comparison.. her brows furrowed, though her face relaxed, giving her naturally pouted lips a more emphasized look. Slowly, her chest would rise and fall, the single candle flickering in the dark room.. it threw off a shadow of her shape, the silhouette of her perked breasts and slim stomach beside her on the bed, as though laying next to her.. The gentle curve of her sides.. one arm lay on her stomach as though a mother might to protect her womb, the other up and into her hair. Long and strong legs moved slowly, thighs rubbing together a bit as her knees were bent slightly, cutting the slightly cold air.. Her body itself would radiate heat, soft mumblings coming from the sleeping figure, nearly comprehensible.. but only due to their tone of need, the slightly raised pitch of voice..
A flutter of eyelids as the warlock spread her legs, revealing her arousal.. he moved slowly so as to not rouse her to the point of awakening. A soft noise and a further mumble would greet his actions, her knees attempting to rub together once more but finding themselves to be pushed away from one another.. It was impossible to know what she dreamt, her words giving no clue to her settings or surroundings.. A gasp. One that sounded almost as though she’d wakened, her muscles clenching against the surprising feel of the hot breath the warlock emitted against her sex.. The air thickened around them to an extent, toes curling..
“Mm..” It was a lower noise that would find its way through the female’s chest, as she would suck on her lip.. Her body would stretch, squirming a bit but slowly in doing so.. The hand once on her stomach slowly trailed down her stomach, moving blindly until it found a long tress of his hair, tugging him closer to her.. Knees would move to face outwards, her legs bent a fair amount at this point to leave none to his imagination.. A noise of her liquids would come with this.. if she had been awake she would have been embarrassed.. Yet her body was so instantly ready for him, beckoning he go once more.. Goosebumps formed all along her skin, her nipples perking further to be solid nubs.. A soft sigh, the movement of eyes under lids. The unconditioned body was a needy one..
Razorbackwriter: It was not the best room in the town, far from it. Far too cramped and there was very little in the way of furnishings. No paintings on the walls, not ornate furniture. Just a large king sized bed and duchess with a long floor standing mirror. This was angled in such a way that it reflected the goings on on the bed – not that Bandit would see any of this. The Warlock had chosen his moment wisely. The girl in the deepest of slumber from which it would be hard to awaken. What was a dream and what was reality? In Bandit’s drunken state the real and the fantasy would blur and she may well not even be aware when she woke up of what the Warlock was about to do to her.
Only a single candle illuminated the setting and this in itself created even more shadows than if there had been rows of them.
The Warlock was a Master in more ways than one. Not only had he mastered the art of illusions and magic, he studied on how to give pleasure and how to receive. What he was able to do, was treat a woman as though she was a finely tuned instrument. Fingers that moved with a delicate sense of care – when the mood hit him, which was rare. Usually one that took what he wanted and forcefully, this was a complete turn around but Raul had his reasons for this most intimate of moments. He planned for her to remember this though not by conscious thought, but that it would be in her dreams. In a way, she would never be able to forgive herself, or him for this act. What is worse….he was going to make sure she remembered ever lick, every touch as though her skin was seared by a heated flame.
Already Bandit was arching her back, her bright pink nips standing to attention upon rounded mounds that rose and fell with the increased pace of the beating of her heart. If a bird, she would be singing the most beautiful of songs. Instead there was no sound aside from the low noise that came from her lips. Submission – mixed with cravings of the flesh.
Like a rose that was greeting the sun in the morn, she opened herself. Legs well apart – knees splayed in welcome. The glorious bubbling of her juices that met with the Warlock’s tongue. Each drop treasured as he poked at her lips with the very tip, to tease her into further release. Her slender digits wandered down past her stomach and now caught into his tresses – curling them into locking onto tufts that she would pull. Though her eyes were not yet open, she instinctively knew where she wanted him to be. Deeper. So much deeper. He would of course oblige. Raul’s hot breath warming her ripe and blooded flesh all the more.
Raul’s hand snaked up the side of her. Following her hourglass shape. Ripples of goosebumps met his finger tips and he played with this. His digits pressing along like he was playing a piano till he reached the rise of her mound of pink flesh. Thumb and forefinger pinched the waiting nub that was erect to his attentions. Wanting.
The Warlock remained silent. Giving no clue of who was doing these acts. Eventually though, she would remember.
Raul delved past the point of no return, his tongue now pushing through her folds and now flicking in and out so to press against her inner muscles. Cat like almost, he teased and flicked. Prodding and retracting as she fell into a dizzying abyss of pleasure.
Artie: Soft gasps would greet Raul’s inching fingers, a slightly sharper one pushing at her chest as the nub on her breasts was pinched. To this she would feel a shock, the cold of his fingers against her hot skin creating a tugging feeling above her navel.. The other hand that did not grip at his tresses instead reached for her own breasts, placing itself over his grip and digging her nails in slightly.. as though urging him onwards, trying to grab at the item that gave her such shivers.. It was much like seeking the familiar hand in a sea of strangers, grappling blindly.
A true noise, however, came from her lips when his tongue flicked at her sex, creating a light lapping noise that she could not hear. “Ohnn..” Low. It was a sound purely from instinct, a total reflex at the waves of pleasure that had begun to suddenly roll over the female.. A burning feeling had come over her core, conflicting with the cold air that caressed her flaming form..
“Riley.. Oh..” Bandit groaned, gripping at her lover’s hair.. He was her first lover, the man who held her heart.. and would ultimately shatter it.. but she did not think of this now. This dream splayed into reality, the feelings far too strong to be fantasy.. The blonde gazed down at the male, slipping a hand into his hair and pulling him against her..
He would respond with a sort of held-back eagerness, as though he was teasing her by holding back as the act itself.. The burning feel of his tongue on her fairly warm folds brought another groan to her lips, bubbling from the surface and splaying into the air..
Orgasm sprang up on her, encasing her in its warmth and electrifying her center, burning her slowly from her beginnings as she unraveled..
Quick movements of her chest. The blond breathed shallowly, crying out loudly.. the curvature of her spine would increase as she rolled back her shoulders, tilting her head into the pillows and moaning out incomprehensible words.. Her womanhood would clench and unclench around him, liquid spurting slightly and then leaking from her..
The thighs of the woman would tremble around Raul’s head, legs shaking as a terribly hard climax racked through her body in delicious waves.. “Oh!” Bandit’s eyes blinked open, yet the scene remained the same from that in her dream.. A queen bed beneath her, red sheets that were embedded with markings rough beneath her bare skin.. An overhang from the bed, a nightstand to her right.. The moon the only light in the room as it would pour through the darkwood windows..
“Riley…” Bandit breathed, looking down at the red-haired man beneath her legs, a content sigh slipping through her lips.. She would comb through his hair with a loving intent, running her fingers through the tresses.. “This dream is so good.. I don’t want it to end..” Little did she know she was awake.. Her normally clear and icy blue eyes appeared foggy as she gazed at the warlock, imagining him as her old partner in crime..
Razorbackwriter: ~The Dream~
The name of another man came from Bandit’s lips as she was in the throes of a glorious orgasm. This man, another lover from another time and yet the thought that he was the one making love to her had her react so intensely that even the Warlock was surprised. The Warlock raised a brow, as he continued to enjoy the taste of Bandit’s release, but his ears burned. Raul was meeting her needs above his own, and yet here she was – writhing in spectacular fashion with that name being said breathlessly. Anyone that could tame the wild cat that was Bandit must be worthy of her, the Warlock thought. Feeling her slender digits wind their way through his own hair as she betrayed herself and spoke that the dream was so good, had the Warlock decide to make the dream very real. More real than she was probably ready for. If he appeared in her mind to be Riley, then that was the mask he would wear as he raised the bar.
Gently, the Warlock removed his hand from her swollen bosom, and used it by placing it on the bed to help him move upwards towards her. A slight gust of wind would cause the candle light to flicker, but in this moment the appearance of the Warlock changed to that of the man in her dream. He rose up so he was now looking down at her. Their faces barely inches apart. She would see Riley as she cast her clouded eyes upward at him. Seeing his lips and nose wet from having been so intimate with her. Bandit’s scent mixing with his own masculine one.
“It doesn’t have to end you know, kid?.” The dark voice said. His hair now a dark red, so unlike that of the Warlock’s. “It’s been too long. But…..” His lips would press with hers, while his tongue flicked against hers. It had been too long. Riley was the one and only man that Bandit ever loved, ever counted on. Only in her dreams could he exist because in reality, as far as she knew he was dead.
Suddenly, the Warlock’s expression changed as he felt that he had already conquered her body and marked her again in the alley. Here, she had experienced a joyful and fulfilling moment, where she believed it was Riley that had committed the act. Not her most hated enemy.
Slowly he pulled back from Bandit as she lay there, spent. Raul slid off the bed, but still appeared to be Riley. Slowly he dressed himself, as he hummed a tune that only Riley would have ever sung for her. Would she remember?
Standing dressed, he then tossed a small bag of coins on the bed and remarked coolly. “That should cover the room.”Riley was leaving her again.
Without looking back, he walked out of the room and shut the door with a soft click. Whistling as he went down the stairs, his appearance changed to that of the Warlock once more and he nodded to the Brothel Madame.
“Delightful as always.”
He then headed out into the night.
Artie: For a moment, she was flying. The female would entwine her hands into Riley’s hair, tugging ever so softly to pull his lips to hers.. She did not care for their mixed scents, only taking in his own.. “… But..” At this Bandit would arch a brow, her hands falling from his hair and sliding to his shoulders. “‘But?'” She would repeat, her expression changing as he slowly pulled away..
“That should cover the room.” Her face hardened as he tossed the coin purse next to her, her jaw locking. Riley would never have done such a thing.. what twisted nightmare was this? Slowly she would move to be under the covers, ignoring the uncomfortable feel along her body.. surely this was not real… though it certainly felt it..
The woman wrapped her arms around her chest, on her side in the fetal position.. what the hell had just happened..?
It was thirty minutes before her eyes would lull closed, her mind unsure as to why she had yet to wake from this nightmare, the stabbing pains of Riley’s disinterest coursing through her veins..
She awoke, a disgusted look immediately flickering onto her face at the odd feeling between her legs.. But more importantly, she looked shocked.. What was the coin purse doing here? Was she still sleeping? Bandit would stand, walking to the wash pot and beginning to scrub herself..
The blonde walked to the closet and dressed, memories of the previous day causing a scowl to light her features.. it was all so blurry.. but how had she ended up here, naked? What had happened? Why did she have a dull ache on her neck and in her nether regions?
Oh, the poor soul.. she could not even recall that the dreaded warlock resided in Hell with her..
Leaving the coins on the bed, Bandit would walk out of the room, staggering a bit from her beginning headache..