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Author Topic: Make It Bleed  (Read 274 times)

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Make It Bleed
« on: May 15, 17, 08:00:29 PM »
The Black Castle was still recovering from its attack by the fearsome Brood, a process that would take a lengthy amount of time in order to heal the wounds received both physically and emotionally. The city of Nieste was hyper vigilant, with Red Cloaks and Ebon Guard patrolling in tandem, with scouts scouring the forests for another advancing onslaught, with commanders deep in discussion long into the night about what to do.

For Vengeance, the answer was simple: prepare. Though her muscles still growled with a bit of soreness, she strode out into the sparring ring that the Red Cloaks claimed as one of their own for practice, staff in hand. Her morning meditation had provided her plenty of focus, honing her hatred into something nearly as sharp as her blades. Eventually, she would get her chance to repay the Brood for every death and more. She considered herself blessed by Mother Night to have escaped death and offered that opportunity.

The staff was not her preferred weapon but it sufficed for today’s exercise, which was a series of dance-like moves designed to increase her flexibility and warm up sleep-stiffened muscles. Around her, others of the Red Cloaks practiced, either together or alone like she. The mood was tense, with whispers heated by emotions. Those who reeked of fear Vengeance discarded from her mind. Unworthy. But those whose manner matched her own, those were the ones she considered her sisters and brothers in arms, for they would be the ones calling down destruction when the Brood so foolishly returned.

Just thinking about that day brought a fire to Vengeance’s form. If Tempest had not held her back the other day, another dozen Brood would have met their doom by her blade. Vengeance cared not for the danger of being separated from her squadron in the midst of a few dozen Brood. She cared for the deaths of the Brood! Did no one else feel that conviction with such heat as she?

The answer to that question, Vengeance found so far, was no. And that lent additional fire to her form, as she internally railed against finding no equal or better to aid her quest so far. The destruction of the Brood, the eradication of the Waste -- was that too much to ask?

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Re: Make It Bleed
« Reply #1 on: May 16, 17, 04:09:34 AM »
Twist... snap.  Her bow impacted with the Ebon Guard's face, his body twisting as it fell over a shield he could not see at his feet.  She went down, riding over his chest and putting her bow against his neck as they rolled along the ground, her eyes staring down into his face.

And then she grinned, rolling off him and coming up to her feet before helping him up. 

"Those damned shields of yours..."
"Are tricky.  And it took me a damned long time to figure out how to do it."  She didn't dust him off.  She simply rose to her feet and spun the bow about, turning her gaze and attention towards the rest of those training.

Most of them weren't quite as brutal as she needed.  Most.  There was one that she could see, after watching for a moment, that MIGHT get her the workout she needed.  She leaned on her bow, watching as the woman twisted and turned her staff.  It was a warmup.  She could tell from here.

And that had her approval.  Too many idiots wouldn't warm up properly when they had the chance, and then she had to fix the torn ligaments to get them back on their feet.  Her plate had been full enough of late... it was nice to know there were a few people who wouldn't wind up in front of her for such easily avoided trouble.

She set her bow nearby, and plucked up one of the staves... and then she marched resolutely forward.  She didn't know this woman.  She didn't need to, technically.  She just needed to learn her.. and how better than to clash weapons and spirits?

"Pardon me, Lady... mind if I take this dance?"

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Re: Make It Bleed
« Reply #2 on: May 16, 17, 01:37:59 PM »
At first, Vengeance ignored the other woman’s request in favor of completing whatever warmup routine she was moving through in that moment. She danced forward a few steps to complete a spinning maneuver that took her further away from Sparrow, but like lightning striking, Vengeance pivoted and dashed back, slashing just shy of Sparrow’s vicinity.

Vengeance straightened. Regarded the other woman will cool, critical, emotionless eyes. There was the barest flaring of her nostrils as she tried to psychically scent the other woman out. Darker than she. More than a witch. Not Queen though. Sapphire like Tempest? Maybe Priestess as well? Definitely a Red Cloak though, by her aggressive stance, the tilt of her chin, the trimness of her body.

The edges of Vengeance’s mouth turned up slightly. A challenge, perhaps? That would be good. She could use a nice little bout today. She’d even take the pretty little face attached to it. Now there was another issue of Vengeance’s -- her lust didn’t extend to just spilling blood. Too many males turned squeamish at the idea of a woman riding them rigorously, treading that line between pleasure and death. Too many women preferred that squeamish sort of men in their beds.

Vengeance lusted for a great many things in her life, first among them the death of the Brood. Barring that, she’d take a tangle in the sheets, right after signing up for an exhausting sparring session.

Maybe today she’d get one of those things on her list.

“Dance?” she echoed, purring the word slightly. “The only dance I know is with death. Are you a favored partner of him as well?” That slight smile of hers turned feral, hungry. If the woman wanted to dance, so be it. Vengeance would let her have a chance. The strength of a witch’s Jewels were one thing -- footwork and bladework mattered more in this little circle of dirt. “I will not send you to his arms today, though, if you would like,” Vengeance promised the other woman. “Even if you lose.” It would be a waste, a foolish death, to inflict upon someone, especially after recent events and so many of them escaping death then. Vengeance would save her deadly strikes for the Brood.

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Re: Make It Bleed
« Reply #3 on: May 16, 17, 02:10:56 PM »
She grinned.  This one was feral..  Good.  It would be a better match.  "Don't worry.  If either of us break, I can put us back together."  She settled onto the balls of her feet, her stance ready for movement in any direction as she watched the woman's eyes.

She was better at a distance, and she knew it.  But a woman had to keep sharp, especially since the Brood had a habit of sneaking close enough to cut a woman up.  This feral woman... she might be similar enough in her ferocity to make the fight worth the effort.

Her body stayed still.  Taught with tension... because she was going to knock this woman to the ground the moment she moved.  Already she was certain she did not want to be grappled.  Her grasp on her staff was the obvious threat, of course... but Sparrow was already certain she may have to step up the game if she intended to win.

And she certainly intended to win.  There!

She lunged, the staff whipping in from the side to attempt to sweep the woman's legs out from under her.  The world had narrowed, hyper focused.  The touch of air on her face, the sensations of sound and scent... these were the things that separated the living from the dead when fighting the Brood amongst the trees.

You often didn't really see them before they were atop you.  It was everything else that made it easier to deal with them. 

The woman didn't smell like them.  But the same principle was likely to apply.

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Re: Make It Bleed
« Reply #4 on: May 18, 17, 11:51:59 AM »
"Don't worry.  If either of us break, I can put us back together."

Vengeance’s laughter was barking, sharp.

So, that confirmed it. Healer. Interesting. Vengeance’s grin sharpened. Was this Healer the kind who would use her own Craft against another in the battlefield? Cauterizing an artery to save a life was just one step away from cauterizing that same artery to take life. A nifty little skill that would be, Vengeance thought. Maybe she could learn something from this Healer.

But first…

“I,” she said softly, intensely, “do not break.”

The Healer woman struck first, intending to take Vengeance’s feet from under her. How easy to avoid that and flow into a counter strike that forced Sparrow to defend her upper torso from attack. The next few attacks came at a flurry, for this was Vengeance’s style of fighting: to quickly overwhelm. In battle, the Brood came the same sort of way, flinging Craft alongside blades and bows. Vengeance did not use Craft this time, as she would in true battle, but her attacks remained at their same ferocious standard.

“You are not the usual sort of Healer,” Vengeance purred after another round of strikes and counterstrikes, having danced away to try a difficult angle of attack next. She prowled in a circle around Sparrow, like a wild feline watching its prey. “Not hiding far away from battle,” she elaborated. Circling, prowling. “Do you enjoy slitting throats as much as you enjoy mending them, Healer?” Vengeance purred.

She did not give Sparrow the moment to answer. She dashed forward, blocked, then reversed her grip so that the lower end of her staff arced upwards towards Sparrow’s ribs.

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Re: Make It Bleed
« Reply #5 on: May 18, 17, 04:14:45 PM »
This little bout was going to leave bruises and scrapes.  She'd taken a few glancing blows, and given a few of her own.  This woman was like fighting Brood... and Sparrow loved it.  There was nothing better than to fight Brood... and nothing as terrifying either.  The blow coming up towards her ribs would have been a real treat... she had no doubt of that.  But her staff came down towards it, planting on a shimmering shield she placed so that she could leap up over Vengeance's strike, kicking out towards the woman's face with her foot before twisting her weight over where the woman's weapon was...

And hopefully be able to put a foot or so of distance between the two of them.  THAT would get a few people's attention, she knew.  But she couldn't afford to spare them any thought.  This fighter, this woman... she was dangerous.  Even in sparring, Sparrow had little doubt that bones would be broken and serious injuries given.  Which was perfect.

Such things actually made sure you learned correctly how to handle ferocious enemies like the Brood.  Getting distracted near this one would not go well. 

"Actually, I only enjoy slitting Brood throats.  No one else has given me reason to want to slit theirs."  She readjusted her feet, eyes steady as she watched Vengeance's movements.  "You seem the sort I'd have to patch up regularly.  Are you always so reckless?"

It made her smile, the idea of actually bantering with an opponent that wasn't Thrush.  She didn't typically spar with many people.  When out int he woods with her unit, she'd had to focus on her archery as the Shieldwoman hadn't wanted her near the front unless it was necessary.  And since coming back to Nieste, well... she was either healing others or sparring with Thrush.  But sparring with Thrush was just as much about her heart as it was about her technique.

Vengeance wouldn't care about her heart.  It would be all about winning.  Avoiding defeat.  There was something... wonderful about that.


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Re: Make It Bleed
« Reply #6 on: May 18, 17, 07:22:43 PM »
Sparrow twisted out of Vengeance’s range. She snarled, whirled, dashed. Closing the space between them. Tempest did things like that, moves that kept Vengeance at bay. Tempest’s strength was in her bow. Her daggers were a last, deadly resort. Vengeance, however, was useless at a distance. She knew how to best Tempest and her dancing away.

Staves clashed. Teeth bared, Vengeance was inches from Sparrow’s face, her breath hot, a soft growl rumbling in her throat. Reckless? No, but if Sparrow wanted to see reckless, Vengeance could give her a new definition of it. If they were allowed to draw blades.

Another time, perhaps.

“I would not call it reckless,” she purred at Sparrow while they stood there, pouring their strength into keeping the other from overpowering them with brute power. “Can you say the Brood are so?” Some were reckless, yes, but most of them fought with a ferocity that Vengeance unconsciously admired and emulated.

Abruptly, Vengeance dropped her staff just enough to free it and whack Sparrow in the ribs. Now, Vengeance danced back, settling into her prowling-circling again, her eyes watching Sparrow intensely once more. “When you fight the Brood, they hold nothing back,” she purred.

“And neither do I.”

Her dash forward was staggeringly quick, an illusion created by calling in a sight shield and then immediately dropping it, giving Vengeance the appearance that she had magically teleported the distance between them, rather than used her stride. Her attacks came at a flurry, accompanied by grunts or soft cries of effort. A few of those blows landed, a few of Sparrow’s blows returned the bruising favor. Vengeance took a vicious kick to her knee. She favored it while she considered a new angle of attack.

Her blood sang as she circled. Warmth gathered in her limbs and low in her belly. Nothing roused her like fighting. If Sparrow did not watch herself, Vengeance’s lust for battle would turn into a lust for a different sort of wrestling, equally as crushing and perhaps just as satisfying.

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Re: Make It Bleed
« Reply #7 on: May 18, 17, 07:47:39 PM »
She took the hit.  It wasn't exactly fun... but she got the delight of putting a few into the ferocious woman in front of her too.  And it was certainly a delight.  Her blood was singing.  The world had narrowed to the dance of staves, the mingling of breath.

And she made up her mind.  She moved forward... and up.  Her steps flashed across rapidly forming shields... and then she was lunging down, the staff spinning as if to take off Vengeance's head.  She was certain the woman was going to move... but every shield she'd stepped on to get that high had flickered and formed near the woman's feet.  If she moved, and wasn't careful... she was going to fall. 

If she fell, then Sparrow would be atop her, able to plant the end of her staff against the woman's chest and claim a victory.  She'd only done this to Thrush once...  it had gone very well.

She'd had no chances to use it on brood yet... but the woman moved just like them, really.  If this worked, then she knew it would be valid against their enemies.  If this worked, then she could finally accept Thrush's praise about her fighting.

If it didn't... well, then she would know she had been right and that she wasn't as good as her cousin told her she was. 

Either way, she'd be content.

"There should always be something you hold back, or you may end up dead."  She said it quietly, remembering how some of the wounded had died.  They had held nothing back, and they had died bravely... but they'd still died.

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Re: Make It Bleed
« Reply #8 on: May 25, 17, 09:58:45 PM »
Vengeance met Sparrow’s first reply of attacks with an eager, feral smile. The pain in her knee subsided as her body sang with fight response, with the thrill of being matched blow to blow with another. She pivoted quickly, intending to drive her staff into Sparrow’s side. She knew it would strike, knew it would knock the other woman down, knew it would bring victory.
 
She thrust.
 
Into empty space.
 
And looked...up?
 
The Healer had not only evaded Vengeance’s strike, she had used some sort of trick to get above the witch. Before Vengeance could counter this new attack, Sparrow’s staff hit her shoulder. Hard. Driving her into the ground with a grunt. Pinning her.
 
Defeat.
 
Vengeance, realizing her situation, let out an appreciative, purring laugh.
 
“Well played,” she congratulated the other woman. Her blood still sang, still called for more, despite the fact that she was on her back in the dirt. But victory in the sparring ring went to Sparrow. This time. Vengeance would claim victory elsewhere. She held up her hand, silently requesting assistance in standing again.
 
The Healer said, “"There should always be something you hold back, or you may end up dead."
 
Vengeance chuckled. “I do not fear death,” she told the other woman. “I greet it. It has been friend to me for a long while and will be friend to me until the day it turns to claim me.” It made sense, though, that a Healer would be afraid of death. Healers were the perpetual enemies of it, always trying to steal away the souls that Death sought with her sweeping scythes. Vengeance saw herself as a Sister of Death and did not fear her own demise.
 
Mostly.
 
“I am Vengeance Elessar,” the Green witch said with a sultry grin. “And you are?”

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Re: Make It Bleed
« Reply #9 on: May 27, 17, 07:08:48 AM »
"Sparrow Caraslin."  She grinned, taking the woman's arm and hauling her to her feet.  "And I'm far more comfortable with a bow in my hand than a staff... but the Brood so rarely want to stay at a distance, no?"  She grinned, the flush of victory still singing in her veins. 

That was twice that maneuver had worked.  It was risky.  She hadn't worked out how to maneuver shields to give her the chance to dodge if an enemy was able to react quickly enough.  But for surprises... well, it seemed to be a good maneuver for such things.

She'd have to practice with similar maneuvers now... perhaps she could even make a few to bounce off like walls... that would make her even harder for a Brood monster to successfully strike if she needed to put some distance between them... or close that same distance to take their heads.

"I could teach you, if you'd like.  I'm no Eyrien... but I like to think the ground isn't my only battlefield."  She gave a wicked grin, leaning on her staff as she felt sweat trickle down her back.  She was far more comfortable here, in the sparring ring with this feral woman, than she ever was near the more pristine people at the Castle.  Not that she begrudged them their aristocratic leanings... she simply was far more comfortable doing the dirty work than trying to maneuver pieces into place.

She trusted Lady Sanguine to maneuver her appropriately.  It gave her the time to try to perfect her Crafts.

"I can see that you are fearless.  It's a good thing.  Keeps the enemies eyes on you while someone like me surprises them with their arrogance, no?"  She grinned again, her eyes flicking towards the other people who were trying to pretend they hadn't all been watching.  She had the feeling Vengeance didn't get defeated very often... or seriously challenged, at that.

"We should do this more often, Vengeance.  It's a rare thing that someone takes a Healer seriously in close combat.  I'll never get better if they keep handling me with gloves."

She could almost hear some of the Red Cloaks in her head for that one.  You are more valuable tending the wounded... we need you to survive in order to save more...

Those points were all true.  But it didn't change the fact that the Brood didn't care about lines or where safe ground was supposed to be.  They went after everyone.  Women, children, weaklings or masters... no one was safe from them.  So everyone should be ready... even the Healers.

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Re: Make It Bleed
« Reply #10 on: Jun 08, 17, 09:36:38 AM »
“No,” Vengeance agreed to Sparrow’s last statement. “You will never improve if you are never tested truly.” She took Sparrow’s staff from her and returned them to their holding area. Whatever crowd was watching her defeat, she ignored in favor of focusing more on this woman. “And yes, I want to learn that little trick of yours. And other ones. Something like that would be good to have up my sleeve in combat.” She fetched two towels and handed one to Sparrow, staying close enough to the other woman to reach out and touch.
 
“My cousin fights like you, at a distance,” Vengeance explained as she quickly mopped the sweat from her forehead but nothing else. “It is a good arrangement to have with someone. Because you are right. The Brood do not like to stay at a distance.” But Vengeance preferred it that way. She loved watching the blood arc from the swift slices of her swords, smelling its tangy, coppery scent as it splashed against her armor. It was the sweetest perfume, the scent of blood. And to hear them take their last breath by her hand was the sweetest sound in her ears. Almost as good as a lover’s ecstatic cry.
 
The thought of that shifted Vengeance’s blood again. She stepped within Sparrow’s guard, her fingers hooking into the waist of her pants. With a sharp tug, Sparrow was now close enough for Vengeance to scent, which she did, her mouth hovering near Sparrow’s jawline as the witch drew in the Healer’s sweat and spice. “Yes,” she agreed with a throaty purr. “We should do this more often.” This and other things. If Sparrow tensed at the close, intimate contact, Vengeance would let out a soft growl of sexual frustration. But if Sparrow allowed it, the Green witch would lick the line of sweat sluicing down Sparrow’s neck.

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Re: Make It Bleed
« Reply #11 on: Jun 08, 17, 12:46:45 PM »
She watched as Venegance put the staffs away.  Watched as Vengeance brought her a towel to start dabbing the sweat away.  She was rather grateful for it.  Fighting Vengeance had been... delightful.  Her lips twitched as the female spoke of her cousin, the ghost of a smile playing on her lips.

"My cousin, actually, helped me get better with the shields.  My brother though... he's why I learned them."  Her eyes closed in pain, just for a moment... and that's when she felt the fingers hook in the top of her trousers.  She went along with the tug, rather grateful for the distraction from painful memories. 

The feel of the feral woman's breath on her throat brought her heart racing a little.  The feral woman could rip her throat out this close... but she leaned into that breath anyways.  The touch of a tongue on her throat had her eyes slowly cracking open.

The training yard was ... perhaps... not the most appropriate of places to take this further.  So instead, she reached down and clasped onto Vengeance's wrist...and pulled her closer.  "Where?"  It came out a light growl.

She could use the release.  The distraction.  With someone that seemed to understand her need for the violence against the Brood, with someone that wouldn't judge her for NEEDING to be where the violence was most thick... where she could take vengeance for her dead.


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Re: Make It Bleed
« Reply #12 on: Jun 21, 17, 03:35:18 PM »
Vengeance’s lips parted as though she intended to lightly bite the pulsepoint at Sparrow’s neck but instead, she made a soft screeing sound, the sound of scent being pulled over the roof of the mouth, the same motion some animals did when testing to see if a female was in estrus. At the end of that soft sound, Vengeance’s teeth barely scraped Sparrow’s skin.
 
“The showers at the barracks,” she answered the Healer. She swiftly reversed her arm that was held in Sparrow’s grasp and now she was doing the same to the other woman. And pulling her towards the barracks without another word. She’d be open to more private suggestions, if Sparrow wanted, but the showers at the barracks had mostly private stalls, and no one was going to barge into a stall blocked by Green and Sapphire shields.
 
Their haste -- and possibly also the bared teeth displaying Vengeance’s hunger -- kept their progress towards the showers unblocked. Vengeance pushed Sparrow into the confined space, slapping the stone wall nearby to initiate the shield that blocked them from intrusion and eavesdropping. Her feral smile became lazy. She stalked towards Sparrow, if such an act could happen in the space of about six feet. Her hands went to the top of Sparrow’s shirt, as if intending to rip it in half.
 
She paused, debating destruction. Her head tipped to the side, then neared Sparrow’s neck again. Her hands now shifted, her grip becoming open palms that slid expertly down the swell of Sparrow’s breasts on their way towards the flat of her stomach, while Vengeance’s mouth nibbled and brushed against the lines of Sparrow’s neck.
 
Just like in the battlefield, Vengeance would dominate the foreplay. Sparrow was welcome to try to take control but she would find it a constant but perhaps quite fun battle, just like sparring had been. This back and forth would ensure a fair amount of pinning and biting but nothing that would send either witch to the Healers.
 
And if so, well, it was a good thing one of the participants was a Healer. Vengeance smiled to herself as she backed Sparrow against the shower wall. 

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Re: Make It Bleed
« Reply #13 on: Jun 21, 17, 04:02:16 PM »
Each brush of teeth over her had her breath coming a little faster.  It had been a little while since she'd indulged this particular hunger of hers... and the fight had brought her blood pulsing in her veins.  She let Vengeance drag her towards the barracks, uncaring that literally everyone in that sparring field had seen what was going on.

She wasn't exactly modest on the best of days.

It was nice to see she wasn't the only one with that particular personality bent.  She smirked as Vengeance seemed to rethink ripping her shirt apart... and that smirk flickered into a little hitching breath as those hands slid along her body.  The nibbling had her shivering... but she was able to grasp the woman's wrists, spinning her about to plant her against the nearby wall before bringing her own teeth to the woman's left ear.

"Are you as rough in this as you are on the field, Vengeance?"  She flicked her tongue against the female's ear, one of her hands dipping down to start working at those breeches.  She wanted rough today.  She needed it, really.  Her skin itched for something that felt more real, more... more

The feel of the woman's skin against her wrist while she undid the fastenings on those pants was electric... but she didn't rip the things down.  She simply slid her fingers beneath them, pressing the woman between herself and the wall.

"Say it.  What do you want, Vengeance?"

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Re: Make It Bleed
« Reply #14 on: Jul 27, 17, 09:37:20 PM »
“Rough,” the Green witch echoed, her voice a growl and her teeth bared as though she was an animal just learning how to speak. Her smile turned lazy and cocky as Sparrow took charge. As she let Sparrow take charge, she told herself. When Sparrow undid the fastenings on her pants, Vengeance arched her hips towards the Healer, encouraging her to explore further. She did.

Tilting her head back against the stone behind her, Vengeance let out a pleased throaty growl.

She leaned forward, as close as she could without truly fighting Sparrow’s one-handed grip, and nipped at Sparrow’s jaw playfully. “Little bird, let me show you how rough I can be,” she growled, her husky voice promising pain, her lithe body promising pleasure. She’d let Sparrow have her fun for a little bit but not the entire time. Vengeance wanted a chance to have this Healer writhing for her touch as well.

But for now, she let Sparrow’s fingers explore that sweet triangle between her legs. Her mouth did all of the encouraging, nibbling at the line of Sparrow’s neck, nipping at her earlobe when it came within reach, letting out throaty, hungry growls to let the Healer know she wanted more, more, more. Her hips arched towards Sparrow’s fingers. Clothes became even more of an impediment. Vengeance voiced her frustrated opinion about that with bared teeth. Little bird, did she have what it took to bring another woman to pleasure? Hopefully she was no novice lover. Vengeance certainly wasn’t. She preferred women and preferred them violently passionate. There was no fun to be in a limp, unresisting partner. This was a dance, just like fighting. Except less bloody.

Usually.

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Re: Make It Bleed
« Reply #15 on: Jul 27, 17, 09:44:59 PM »
"In a moment..."  She breathed it at the whisper of Vengeance offering to show her how rough she could be.  She was too intent on exploring the liquid silk between Vengeance's thighs.  Letting her fingers slide between moist folds and teasingly stroke at the pearl she knew must be desperate for relief.  Just little teasing touches... and then a light slap that would undoubtedly make the female arch against her.

She let out her own little growl at that.  Each nibble and throaty purr had her quickening her pace, her fingers finally dipping into that warm body, curling upwards as she gave little tugs meant to bring her partner in a panting rush of heat... and even if it didn't, she withdrew her fingers, bringing them up to her lips so that she could curl her tongue around her digits and taste at the essence of the fierce fighter.

"Shall I devour you, Vengeance?"  She grinned, drawling her syllables.  She wanted to see the woman pant, and beg, and scream, and try to take command.  She wanted the relief of a fight and a good tumble all at the same time.

She wanted.

"Shall I nibble and tongue and bite all your little delicate bits until you come apart against me?"  She whispered it, the scent and taste of Vengeance on her lips, her hand.  A hand that curled against that throat, keeping her pinned to the wall.  "Say it."  She wanted to hear those words crash against her ears, sink into her abdomen, tighten her body.  She wanted to HEAR how much the fighter wanted it.

She wanted to watch her come apart.

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Re: Make It Bleed
« Reply #16 on: Jul 27, 17, 10:28:31 PM »
Those teasing little touches earned Sparrow low purrs. That light slap earned her a sharp, pleased sound accompanied by the playful snap of Vengeance’s teeth. “You want it too,” the witch growled gently in response to Sparrow’s question. Devour? Hmmm….maybe. Maaaybe. So long as Vengeance got to do the same to this little bird. There was enough meat on her, unlike her namesake. Enough muscle and curve for Vengeance to sink her teeth into. A feast waiting to be consumed, caged behind leather and flesh, but waiting nonetheless.

Nibble. Tongue. Bite. “Yesssss,” Vengeance purred, arching against Sparrow’s fingers. The hand that had been pinning her wrists now moved to her throat. Vengeance smiled wickedly. She wrapped her hands around Sparrow’s wrist. A feral gleam entered her eyes. She strained against that hold. She loved a good fucking with a stranglehold involved. That moment of courting Death just at the peak of ecstasy. It was nearly as good as courting Death on the battlefield.

“Say it,” Sparrow said.

Vengeance growled back, “Not. Yet.”

She hitched one leg around Sparrow’s thighs to pull her closer again. “Harder,” the Green witch demanded with a lusty growl. “Show me what you can do, little bird.” A challenge. Just like on the sparring grounds. Vengeance would eventually give Sparrow what she wanted -- two moments of complete vulnerability, one from Vengeance and one for Sparrow. But she would make her work for it first.

“Fight me for it,” Vengeance growled, each sentence punctuated with bared teeth. One hand left its spot gripping Sparrow’s wrist, shot out like a viper to snag the flaxen gold hair roughly. Pulled that delicious mouth closer, wanting to kiss, to bite, to draw blood. “Show me your worth.”

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Re: Make It Bleed
« Reply #17 on: Jul 28, 17, 02:33:23 PM »
She growled as she was pulled forward for a kiss, as she felt those teeth sink into her lip.  Her teeth nipped back, her hands dropping to move to Vengeance' hips before she gripped quickly and spun the woman in a circle, dropping themn both to the floor.  She set her hands to the task of peeling those clothes away. 

She was going to reveal Vengeance like a winsol gift... quickly and with glee.  And as she freed those beautiful breasts, she leaned down seize each nipple between her lips, suckling and gently nibbling as if they were hers to do with as she pleased.

For the moment, they were.

Those hands moved lower, snagging at the top of Vengeance's breeches and peeling them away.  She didn't take the same time with her own clothes.  She simply Vanished htem without a thought, one of her legs settling between Vengeance's knees before the left hand snapped up to clap around Vengeance's throat... and she gave her a smile.

No warnings, no whispered promises... she simply let her right hand go to work.  She flicked and teased and finally slid her fingers into that tight body.  She explored at her leisure, and she let little flickers of Craft tease along the insides of Vengeance's body.  She let her feel as if there was so much more going on than there was... even while she pulled her hands free to taste at her again. 

And rather kindly, she thought, she set her leg closer to Vengeance's pretty little slit while she brought those slick fingers to Vengeance's lips to let her taste herself.  She was enjoying watching this feral female delight in the assault on her senses.  She was enjoying the relief herself.  And she was looking forward to reciprocation... eventually.