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Author Topic: Tsuki mo mite, osanna in excelsis  (Read 208 times)

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Tsuki mo mite, osanna in excelsis
« on: Feb 27, 19, 01:29:24 AM »
Locale: Twisted Kingdom



Sibylla's Reverie
For months, there had been someone or something on the edge of her awareness, and the trained Black Widow had finally grown tired of leaving whatever it was well enough alone. After all, there were precious few as strong as she was but as well felt relatively old that could wander at leave at all within sections of the Twisted Kingdom safely. The woman's very overactive curiosity this time got the better of her. Just before bed, Sibylla prepared several webs, for routine and safety's sake, even if she didn't truly need to, proper casting habits had never ceased to be a wonder for her. The order of a bit of Craft was always a particular concern she found herself lingering over, while it was always the smallest amount of blood that could go a very long way if the balance was correct.

This time, she'd chosen to partake of her own venom to ease the way, particularly since she could not create a poison to save her life. The excellence of the ingredients never mattered, and typically turned to mush. If she were honest with herself, part of the trouble was that Sibylla was damnably hard up for a consistent lover that she felt less afraid that she'd harm. Murdering wasn't a crime, but killing someone without intending to was just fucking sloppy, and she'd be damned if she killed someone again by accident.

Those kinds of things were only forgivable in certain situations, and she was now well beyond the prevailing youthful age. Ignoto's orders had flowed through Indomitus, and so far, Draco had been on reasonably decent behaviour, as far as she viewed it. She slowly smoked, letting Craft gently dissipate the leavings of her cigar, so that no smell would be leftover. Sibylla had dressed in gold and cream silk, matching the bed she lay upon. When her eyes closed, the lady fell into rest, and for a time, all she knew was sweet Darkness. But then, there was a tender pulse that reminded the woman of her own heart beating slowly, and steadily.

She sat up, finding herself lying upon the same bed, though this time the golden silk she wore was translucent, allowing the golden chains which were clasped carefully around her nipples and fell in a single line to her clitoris to be visible. Twice an hour the Craft infused item offered a soft flowing of pleasure when she was awake, but this was not that time. Looking around, Sibylla noted the silvery grey sky that seemed to go on forever, the grass coloured in sapphire glowing lengths, while a winding river was a whispering red. She dipped her toes in the water and noticed it was actually a "river" of Hayllian expensive wine.

Bending forward, the trained Black Widow filled a flask and drank from the contents. It was a familiar space to her, except some of the colours were different this time as if her typical path was beginning to fuse with someone else's preferences. Every grain of sand glittered alike to the stars beyond the silvery clouds as if there were roughened diamonds upon the ground. Red painted lips twitched, and in picking one up, Sibylla discovered that it was in fact, the smallest star, and each was arranged in a precise and orderly pattern. Liking the arrangement, Sibylla returned the tiny star to the same position it had been, without the slightest deviance. "Hello? I know you are out there. You have been for quite some time. Come to me, please. I will not bite unless you need me to." She grinned. Sibylla's smile was very much in common with a small mischevious black cat with more than its fair share of hunting. But only if it could be made alike to the Kindred and could tear off heads with a swipe of one paw.




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Re: Tsuki mo mite, osanna in excelsis
« Reply #1 on: Mar 06, 19, 11:22:47 PM »
Vondar loved many, many things about being a Black Widow. Foremost among those things was milking his snaketooth for the poison needed to build up his tolerance and advance his studies. The day found him filling out form after form after form for this requisition and that purchase, so by the time that noon arrived, Vondar was ready for his weekly ritual. He activated all of the wards and shields on his office, took out the clay bowl gifted to him by Second, and flexed his right hand until the sac of his snaketooth appeared from beneath his right ring fingernail. Slowly and deliberately, Vondar milked the viscous gray poison into the bowl, practicing his breathing exercises to keep his mind from concentrating on the flow of blood to his cock.

Finishing that project, Vondar’s mind should have been clear. Today, however, all he could think about was sheathing himself in something warm, and wet, and tight. He pulled the next contract down from the stack upon his desk and read it carefully, applying his Craft to it to ensure that there were no hidden details or costs to the Living Lake Province Court. But the longer he read, the more his mind’s eye wandered toward the Misty Place, the Twisted Kingdom where up was left and down was across.

An hour later, his focus for the day was ruined. He alerted his Second that he was leaving for the day and headed for the elevator that would take him from Starfall and allow him to make is way home to the village at the base of the mountain.

Inside his home, Vondar cleaned his workspace thrice before, his mind’s eye still trying to cast into the darkness of the Twisted Kingdom and find whatever it sought. Weaving a web wouldn’t help him right now. His mind needed to explore and disconnect from distractions of the world around him. Bree wasn’t here to feed his hungers, a fact that made his clothing feel too itchy like nails across his scarred and battered skin.

He pulled one of the sleeping draughts he’d requested from Lady Nostro (better to let her think something was wrong with him than suspect the truth) and added a drop of his own poison from a vial he kept near the bed. He took the draught and then lay down on the bed,feeling the concoction spread through his system. His black trousers and cotton shirt still felt like too much clothing, but he would deal with that later. Sleep took him, but then didn’t. His mind’s eye, now unburdened by the sensory input from the world around him, was free to roam and make its home out of all the places within the Great Web he’d ever been too. Many, many Black Widows roamed the Twisted Kingdom seeking aid, friendship, tests, or their enemies.

He journeyed to the place he loved most, a space of Gray sky and Sapphire grass, the happy place in his mind where the life he’d chosen jammed sharply against the life that he wanted. The river of wine from...from...where was it from? The name of the Territory was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t remember where.

"Hello? I know you are out there. You have been for quite some time. Come to me, please. I will not bite unless you need me to."

The voice broke his concentration and Tal--Vondar spun looking for the source of the words. What was this woman doing here? How did she know of him?

He turned and walked toward the woman, black trousers and cotton shirt pristine in appearance even though his mind was out of sorts.

I have been out here for some time but you...I sense that you’re looking for something.” he said.

How did you come to be here?” he asked.



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Re: Tsuki mo mite, osanna in excelsis
« Reply #2 on: Mar 07, 19, 06:39:17 AM »
"This place is very mathematical and old. Such beauty," Sibylla said instead, lips curling upward into a smile even as she felt some honest shock. She had not expected a male, not at all and was absolutely fascinated. Darker golden eyes settled upon the elder man as she laughed, quite happily. Sibylla twirled and toyed with her midnight hair, which had been allowed to fall in soft curls around her, falling to her knees. It almost hid how entirely revealing her attire was. "Oh my. Unexpected. I felt a mind, a wandering mind with such rage, and peculiar loneliness. This is your place, then." She offered a curtsey, plainly not at all afraid in the slightest or even cautious, even if respectful of what was not her own. Sibylla simply was. The transparent golden gown slid free of one shoulder that was a little too pale to be fully Hayllian, but it was a very subtle difference.

"I have intruded, so it is only right that I introduce myself," she took in a breath, and grinned again, the smile less weighted down by the troubles of her life. "Lady Sibylla is my name," the Black Jewelled Black Widow explained while stepping closer all the time. As she moved, the golden chain beneath her gown shifted with every step, made to draw the gaze as Hayllian designs so often were in the most sensual manner possible, while still remaining the epitome of elegance. Sibylla often embraced some of it, but less than she might have been entitled to.

"You are beautiful, truly," she said. "But your mind, your clever mind, it cannot decide! I have seen this, and still, do not quite understand what I am seeing. I needed to be here, very much, so here I am." She offered her hands, the long, black tinted nails, and the delicate little Hourglass sigil around her neck showing what she was if her very presence in his space and the ability to survive it hadn't already allowed such a hint.

Sibylla drank in his more pure Hayllian appearance in gentle, flattering envy. Not even Draco had quite the bloodlines this man had, at least in part. "I can fix it ... with your permission." He was desirable in addition, but the way the man's mind wavered would have been a horrific thing to take advantage of, especially if the male was a possible ally. She walked in circles around the Black Widow Prince, and the stars upon the ground began to arrange themselves into soft pillows and a richly coloured, Hayllian silk carpet. She knelt at the man's feet, then reclined on the star pillows, which followed the same pattern that had already been here before she arrived. After all, when in someone else's space, one should be polite, regardless of power held.

The black box that appeared at the woman's side, however, was entirely hers. It tried to absorb the starlight in a sinister fashion until she smacked the lid, which had dark Onyx jewelled 'eyes.' Opening it revealed a bottle of the man's favourite wine from before he became what he was now: so very split. Sibylla smoothed the folds of her gown and gasped softly as the chain pulled at both her nipples and clitoris together. She called forth two goblets, formed of volcanic glass. Also within the box was fresh Hayllian bread, and round, red grapes.

"Eat and drink with me?" The endless presence and pressure of Black Jewelled Craft in this place for her was nearly orgasmic to use. Sibylla's cheeks grew a little red and the golden eyes glassy enough to compliment the Black Widow Prince, but she held herself composed and elegant, as desire was a natural matter for Black Widows. She stared at the man in pouring herself a glass, not ogling but looking him in the eyes as one might an equal, her constant skin hunger and desire thickening the tension in her frame and making her patience quite possibly remarkable.




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Re: Tsuki mo mite, osanna in excelsis
« Reply #3 on: Mar 11, 19, 11:52:05 PM »
Vondar’s eyes never left the woman’s body, especially since her clothing was so sheer, revealing both much and little in the same breath. He approached silently, hands behind his back, as he noted the way her long hair pooled about her like shadow spun and given form. He laugh was musical. He could not yet tell if she was laughing at him or with him. He wanted to know, though, so that he could decide how to respond to her. While Vondar rarely spoiled for a fight or demanded blood for an insult, the Black Widow Price liked to keep his options open.

Though the way her body curved beneath that slip made him think of other prices he might seek if she gave offense.

Lady Sibylla.” Vondar said, testing the words on his tongue. His diction and cadence was cutting and precise, enough to roll the words across his tongue without butchering them or making her name sound like an epithet. Instead, the smooth tenor of his voice caressed each syllable, a deep smile lighting his face and reaching his the golden eyes that now saw the golden chains connected to her nipples and then to her pearl. He hadn’t seen such decoration in centuries. He’d considered having one fashioned for Celebrian, but he did not know if she had the grace to wear it the way he liked.

His cock stiffened at the idea, though, enough to deepen his smile.

He might have introduced himself, then, but she spoke again so he fell silent and simply watched her. There was nothing shy or surreptitious about his gaze. She was a beautiful woman and she’d come here seeking company. He considered it both his duty and privilege to grant her the attention she so clearly wanted. Was her skin as soft as it appeared? He wanted to examine it.

But your mind, your clever mind, it cannot decide!

I can fix it ... with your permission.


Vondar’s eyes narrowed at the suggestion. She was a Black Widow, clearly. Her scent potent but it lacked the spice of someone born to the caste. He remembered, long ago, when Cassica and Salome would tell him the same about his own scent. Their scents marked them plainly as Black Widows and he’d had to learn how to detect them even beneath levels of powerful webs and Craft in order to build the needed webs to hide his own scent. He recalled, further, Prince Abbadon’s scent, melded with that of a Warlord Prince, so natural as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. Lady Sibylla’s scent wasn’t as powerful as those three, but it was there and it was real, and it heated Vondar’s blood in his veins to speak to another Black Widow freely and without illusion.

It also made him want to wrap his hands around her throat and squeeze until she begged him.

He knew that whatever she begged him for, he’d grant her, just to listen to her choke through the words.

A bold request, Lady Sibylla.” he said, his voice taking discordant harmony, like two people speaking at once. She circled him like a cat eyeing a mouse. Vondar turned in time with her, unwilling to give her his back even as he sought view of her own. The stars about them arranged themselves into a carpet. He expected more taunts or attempts to analyze him, but when she knelt at his feet before lying down on a bank of pillows, waiting for him to join her. He cast out with his senses, seeking anything he could grasp hold of to tell him more about Lady Sibylla and who she was.

He sank into the depth of his jewels and locate a sense of the Red beneath his Sapphire and above his Gray...but nothing else. His attention upon the female sharpened then, and now he needed to know more about her. Both sides of his mind united in this act, measuring the angles and the possibilities from several views over the span of a few minutes.

But before we go further, Lady Sibylla, my name is Talos. Thank you for gracing me with your presence.” he said, moving to join her on the cushions on the other side of the onyx box. The bottle of Farosian Gold wine was a pleasant surprise as was the spiced bread that his mother used to bake when he was a boy. There was no way that Lady Sibylla could know these things but they were in his domain and, if she was as powerful as he believed there was nearly nothing that she couldn’t learn about him giving time. That put him at a disadvantage and he distinctly disliked that feeling.

But his eyes roamed over that slip and the skin beneath it and Vondar’s thoughts divided themselves once more. She could sense the divide in his mind, meaning that her power had to outstrip his. He’d not met anyone comparable who could sense the issue. So there was also no way that she couldn’t know what he wanted of her now. Her gasp at the pulling of her chains made him watch her even more closely.

He picked up the second wine glass and poured, continually unabashed in watching her. He reached between them for one of the round, red grapes. Rather than bite into it himself, however, Vondar slowly offered it to Sibylla to take the first bite. He wanted to watch the way her lips formed that delicate “O” around the grape before the scrape and rend of her perfect teeth pierced its flesh.

Yes, let’s eat and drink a little something. Will you tell me of yourself? I do love learning more of my brothers and sisters of the Hourglass and their journeys among the Mists.

Would you share some of your experience with me?
” he asked.

If she bit into the grape, Vondar would wait until she took her fill and the gently wipe away the trickle of red juice, nearly the color of blood, from her lip. He would draw that finger to his mouth and lick away that sweet nectar, his eyes focused upon hers the whole time.



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Re: Tsuki mo mite, osanna in excelsis
« Reply #4 on: Mar 16, 19, 09:39:48 AM »
Sibylla was fascinated by the way the Black Widow Prince's eyes fixated upon her, and at once wanted to know what he was thinking as his gaze roamed her body. She could have pried, or torn it from him if needed, but that way was foolishness and more than anything, she wanted to make a friend. She had never truly had any unless the Black Jewelled Warlord Prince, Endevar Ranosi, that had saved her counted as a friend, then, she could say there was two.

Prince Jeremiah did not count as a friend yet, she was still learning him as a person; Draco was very far beyond such a word but she despised admitting it for fear of what it meant. However, she had not seen Prince Endevar in quite some time. All she knew was that the volatile man was still alive, she was fairly certain of that. The way she watched the male before her at least, did not telegraph as an insult as the minutes passed and reminded her she needed to either write to or make the time to visit Prince Jupiter and his circle of friends. For this man, however, and her focus upon him at the moment it was a very open and self-assured manner that she took her observation. After further time passing a hint of concern flicked through her darker golden gaze despite his status as a probable stranger who had the feeling and appearance of a Hayllian male, but had something about himself that was familiar.

Then, he said her name, and her nipples tightened with the syllables and how precise they were.

Lady Sibylla.

Aware of where his gaze was directed, she looked down at her self and tugged upon the chain enough to acknowledge that she had noticed his complimenting observation and smiled in turn. Only Draco and Jupiter had ever spoken her name like that, though it deeply amused her when Draco, in particular, spoke it with those sharp bits of anger or annoyance in his voice. Here, she did not mind thinking of him with his forename, as he would never know she'd done it.

This male, the Black Widow Prince, made her consider the various ones she cared at least a little about, even in passing or memory in a different light. Even the curiously intriguing Jeremiah popped suddenly into her thoughts, and she wondered if the man had sorted out any of his fascinating personal life. This series of thoughts, however, ended over a matter of seconds before her attention was again the male currently before her. He had beautiful brown skin, the kind that she had longed for as a youth due to her partially Tacean mother's ancestry marking her more in appearance than might have been expected. If he grew his hair long as older traditions dictated, it would fall in stunning and perfectly straight lengths past the middle of his back, she suspected and was immediately aroused and delighted by the image enough that it seemed as if she knew he was aroused and her own smile had deepened in response to his. It was, in fact, a perfectly timed coincidence.

Like her, this man was a trained Black Widow with a strong scent but not as much as it could have been had he been born to the Caste. It made it for a deepened difficulty not to stare, as even if her scent was not as strong, her sensual presence and intensity more than made up for that lack in part due to the Jewels she possessed and the decades in which she had honed her Black Widow Craft, which she suspected to be a blink of time to this man and she marvelled at that fact. Sibylla noticed him trying to sense her Jewels and merely let his senses pass through what he could not entirely comprehend. Some could sense her, others could not depending on how active her Craft was. At the moment, she was muting herself just a little, so as not to frighten him, but perhaps it had been a little too much.

"Prince Talos," she said, in perfectly taught Hayllian Hundred Families diction. "I am always bold when the situation calls for it. I feel that you are deserving it more than many and perhaps, might enjoy my presence and find me useful." She was absolutely fascinated by the near complete splice in his mind and ached for him due to the fact. Even if she had been unable to sense his emotions, Sibylla would have been aware of the man's desire after a point due to the way he watched her. Even the way he poured the wine was akin to foreplay for her, and Sibylla's cheeks heated just a little more while watching him do so. In her acceptance of the grapes, she ate one as slowly as she could, watching him as for the moment it was all that she felt comfortable enough offering given the state of his mind. She smiled as his thumb brushed her lower lip after while even leaning just enough into that slight touch.

Lady Sibylla remained completely fascinated as he licked his thumb. The first grape was followed by two more, eaten as seductively because he seemed to be yearning for something and she could not decide if it was sex openly with a woman that shared traits that he possessed or something more. There was a darker hint to the sensuality of this man, and there was a part of Sibylla that ached to whisper back in reply. Before she managed to wrestle with iron control over her own passions, she imagined making every woman he'd ever fucked that was still among the living scream their pleasure while he watched and fucked her too. In Dena Nehele, she had been very much pressed to toe a hard line ... a rather more modest line when it came to her sensual preferences and it had been sort of ... stressful.

"You intrigue me, but I could not dare lay a hand on you unless you are healed mentally. Desire or no, it would break my personal code but please, know that I find you absolutely breathtaking. Will you let me fix it? You are older than this place is, and it is terrible to have your mind so torn. Please do not be afraid ... of me," she tilted her head and just after he had practically sipped the juice from the grape from her lips, Sibylla allowed the weight of the Uncut Black to fill the space. The lesser presence of her Cut Red Jewel might have only allowed a hint of a flaw.

Some piece of her that did not seem a complete goddess but one partially human for the mind to latch on to. With it revealed the trained Black Widow lifted the black volcanic glass goblet and drank from it. As she did so, the woman kept watching the Black Widow Prince. Afterward, Sibylla appeared a knife and cut into the still hot and fresh bread several slices for them both. The reason why it was so nearly might have been answered by the sheer strength of her Jewels, that in this place she had called upon things with her power that lingered in this space as familiar to Talos' divided minds. She had said yes to his request to learn about her with her actions.

Suddenly, she wanted him to say yes and it was for completely selfish reasoning.

Sibylla needed to hear Talos growl her name with his mind of one presence, purpose, and togetherness and while she could have just reached into him and repaired the schism, that would have been a terrible violation of such a precious and rare man. In order to assist his decision, she began to tell Talos a little about herself. "The wine is very good, and you are welcome. I was born a witch a little more than a century after the Purge, but I suspect you sensed this about my Caste. Compared to you, I think I am very young, Prince Talos. I have spent parts of my life as a slave as happens sometimes in Hayll, and as a precious daughter. I have sensed your presence for months at least and needed to find you. I give you my word that I am not here to cause harm to you."

While she didn't expect the man to trust her immediately, a fractured mind was a troublesome matter. While it might have been true that his mind could be rather carefully eased back together if he let her in ... more intimately, there was no guarantee he would want to be vulnerable more than he already was without some further guarantee.

Prince Talos did not strike her as a person that enjoyed being vulnerable to a woman or a man, even if it was true that part of her wanted to gift that to him, the ability to trust and let completely go for another person. Despite her tightened discipline, the thought flashed of tying him down with nothing but Craft and tracing his skin all over with her lips until he begged for more. She lifted the wine glass again and sipped from it while almost losing herself in his eyes. "You are entirely too beautiful and rare to harm," Sibylla said gently, hoping she played to his ego or vanity so that he wouldn't fret over the mention of his difficulties. It wasn't easy in her experience, for very strong men to admit they needed a helping hand or allow it.




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Re: Tsuki mo mite, osanna in excelsis
« Reply #5 on: Apr 03, 19, 12:01:37 AM »
Vondar fought down the urge to snap at Lady Sibylla’s insistence that he was somehow broken. She did not say it in so many words, but she’d noted the division between his thoughts something that both intrigued and unnerved him. Rarely did he meet anyone whose well of power exceeded his own. He knew of some, floating out there in the Twisted Kingdom, whose power equaled his own. Most of them did not and it was easy enough to watch them as they toiled at their endlessly meager efforts and sought visions or ideas that would elevate them for one moment to the level of the divine.

Sibylla, however, appeared to exist within the divine just as he did.

The division you sense, Lady, is a necessary one.” he said, at length. “I am not afraid of you, though I am deeply fascinated by your power. I do not know how many strangers you encounter during your walks along our twisted path, but I have encountered many in my time. Not all of them were good company.

Many found me less than enjoyable in turn.
” he said, offering a tight smile as he considered her words and the sentiment behind them. Sibylla seemed genuine. Few among their shared caste walked the path for love of the knowledge and secrets it provided. One could spend a lifetime, short or long, just exploring the visions of worlds that would never be and ones yet to be born. The complexities of the mind had filled thousands of Vondar’s journals over the centuries since he’d started and he felt no closer to finding the universal key that would allow him to unlock the mind of anyone he chose. Some were easier to grasp than others, but Vondar could not affect them all as he wished.

If he could, his work in Askavi would have been long done.

I would enjoy staying in your presence as long as you allow it. I think we could teach each other much, if we took the time.” he said. He imagined marking her, every inch of her golden skin darkened by the press of his teeth against her flesh. Then he could focus his tongue on her pearl and draw for the her climaxes, one after another, while her nails scraped against the bare skin of his head. He reached out and lightly took her wrist, allowing her to draw away if she chose.

If she didn’t, he would take a long, discerning look at her hand, He studied the length and sharpness of those very nails. Would she draw blood if her pleasure spilled outside the bounds of her control? Celebrian did that sometimes, left marks when she didn’t mean to. She was always apologetic afterward, offering himself to her in total submission to wait upon his correction or punishment.

I haven’t allowed anyone into my mind in ages. The last person I trusted so nearly destroyed me. I’m sure you understand my hesitance.” he said, lacing his fingers with hers. His hand was large and strong, but he enjoyed the way that they fit together. How else did they fit together?

He bit into the piece of bread and considered the situation. She called him too beautiful and rare to harm. Something warm and pleased slithered through him at the praise and acknowledgement of his strength and power, of the prices he’d paid to attain all that he now had. It also acknowledged what he’d sacrificed to come to this point, to the man that was here, with her.

He said nothing for a long, long time, merely studying the fit of their hands and the feel of her soft skin. His eyes wandered down to chains that hooked to her nipples and attached to her pearl, the way that they pulled against her when she moved. He exhaled, the sound a hard one as he considered the matter before him.

Tell me how you would heal this rift that you sense. It is rare that I can speak so openly with my sisters in the caste in these times. I reside in a land where my gifts would mark me an abomination. Unlike Hayll, the desire for more is frowned upon here.

And so they die, climbing over each other so that they're not on the bottom of the pile.

Tell me how you would heal such a thing and let me listen to you speak just a little bit longer.



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Re: Tsuki mo mite, osanna in excelsis
« Reply #6 on: Apr 10, 19, 06:44:42 AM »
I am not afraid of you.

It was akin to music that she ought to have been very careful with, as a Black Jewel did not mean Sibylla was entirely invincible, even if exceedingly, insanely difficult to harm. She sensed almost immediately Prince Talos' first instinct to snap at her commentary, which resonated against her own tendency to rise toward temper enough to make her more curious about him both sensually and mentally. Mostly, however, Sibylla stared at the Black Widow Prince for a time and ached to know more.

"Necessary does not mean that it should also cause you great harm, which pains me to see. Sometimes, even the strongest of us break and need to be repaired, tended, cared for. I have encountered enough that were cruel to appreciate your wariness, and respect it. You have been good company thus far, Prince, and I suspect there is greater to be sampled?" Sibylla intentionally gave the question a heated edge based upon what she had already felt upon arriving in this space - the man's passion. It practically permeated everything, which was as well expected.

"I imagine if our aims were dissonant you could be a frustrating, worthy opponent, but that is not why I am here," Sibylla remarked, granting the Grey Jewelled Prince the respect of his station and prowess. She might have been leagues beyond him, but much like Prince Tenebrius, she had no doubt that Talos could potentially wound her before she killed him, if it came to that, especially in his own domain. It cost her nothing, to be honest as to his value and worth. Some Hayllians might have been incredibly combative and contrary regarding status and social rank, but Sibylla did not consider herself one that bent toward outdated traditions unless they were of use to her.

"For the present, my time is yours and as we know time within such a space could be very well stretched," the trained Black Widow teased warmly and then arched and stretched herself, carefully doing so in order to give Prince Talos a slow, intriguing show which made relatively clear she intended to remain as long as he might allow. She could then, imagine herself gliding down upon his cock while he dragged at the chains upon her breasts. Easy, take it easy, Sibylla thought to herself.

"I thought that perhaps I would allow you within my own mind since you mentioned not being afraid," and saying it made her breathing quicken, while it took considerable self-control not to part her thighs in response to his hand around her wrist and the intense eyes that practically feasted on her breasts. Sibylla licked her lower lip as Talos laced their fingers together. She couldn't explain how or why this stranger had such an effect upon her this way, but Sibylla often had ferocious urges she could do nothing about save ride them out, and vigorously. So, she stroked the Black Widow Prince's palm back and forth with her long black thumbnail.

With the opposite hand as he ate bread, so did she, mirroring Prince Talos' movements slowly. While she could have just reached into his mind and repaired what was needed, it would go a thousand times better if he could not fight her doing so, especially wearing the Grey and having centuries of experience with it. Consent also, due to her experiences, was important. The mere idea of doing further damage because Talos did not trust her to not cause harm bothered Sibylla. She lifted her wine glass with the same endlessly deep Craft, drinking deeply, slowly. While true, Sibylla could have simply said the words, that she wore the Black, she didn't want him to draw away from her, nor was she certain he could sense exactly how deep she stood in the abyss even when it was so near to him. Most still had difficulty fathoming it.

"I can heal one tiny sliver of your mind at a time as it should be done so that I may teach you what I have done, without the slightest probe of your memories or mine. Such an invasion is something better saved for an enemy, not a potential ally or more. I could be completely professional as is the proper way to conduct mind healing. Furthermore, if you are truly skeptical of me, I agree to converse much more. But I am bound by honour." She brushed her lower lip free of the wine with her free hand and placed the same finger upon Talos' lower lip, which she noted was surprisingly plush. The more he stared at her body caused Sibylla to begin to truly stare in return. She watched the pulse in his neck, the lines of his musculature beneath the clothes. It made her ten times more aware of his hand in hers, and the fingers laced together. Her already rather firm nipples grew harder, making it more troublesome ... though not impossible to think rationally.

"Call it selfish, but I also cannot have you the way I wish once you are healed if I harm you, can I, Prince Talos? It would render a strong, intelligent dual Casted Hayllian male worse than broken. I ... could not abide that." Sibylla couldn't help the faint blush that warmed her cheeks after such a statement as, after all, she was a mere century old despite so much power. But more than that, she understood very keenly what the Purge and Great War had cost their people, despite not having been born at the time. She had lost her family to games of political machination and enslavement practised in a fashion that was outside the norm and against Protocol in any form. There was much that received the blind eye, and it was not merely justice, but just then, Sibylla did not want to think about any ... trouble or stress. She wanted very selfishly to heal this man so that he could feast. Her hand tightened on his a little ...

Then Sibylla leaned forward. She angled herself so that her eyes remained upon the Black Widow Prince, and she very slowly and carefully moved to kiss the back of Talos' hand. Not once, but thrice and gently.

It barely took off the edge but she knew if she could convince him to touch her more, that would vastly help; Sibylla bit back a snarl caused by the way the split in his mind dragged against her senses. It could have been so much neater, elegant, beautiful. More. Patience ...

"Here... You are not within Hayll, but neither am I at the moment. Is there anything wrong with a desire to help, especially with this knowledge you give me now that you are in a place that limits your beauty and strength?" She considered the number of places that a Hayllian could be that did not believe a male seeking more was typically desirable paired with his age, and Caste ... and there it was again that somehow, he was familiar to her.

"Perhaps I could ... sit nearer to you? Do you want me closer, Prince Talos?"




 

 

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