Chapter 1 - At Heaven’s gates

Two guilds in the great Raging War… masters and acolytes, dead altogether, whether Necromancers or Assassins. Something was going on in the back of one’s mind; the stains of blood from the battlefield clung on their clothes and on their cheeks. Two blackened souls fighting over petty differences... Hating sunlight, as always, the confrontation was even more interesting at dawn. The last remnants of the clans were scattering, just as these two were measuring each other: magician and murderess.

’Foolish thing to think that your curses will save you, abomination!’ she laughed, taunting him.

Harvesting the dead from the field was easy. Why not do that? Nevertheless, it would have been all too easy to defeat this proud and admirable beast.

‘You do consider the fact that if I defeat you, I shall make you my personal pet of delights… It would be such a waste to kill your beauty!’

She pointed her blade and charged. Go for the head, yes; must have this trophy! His ivory hair was that which she enjoyed (but also envied) most. «Quite interesting this one; charismatic! Too bad, I will have his blood sputtering all over my wrist blade… »

She ran and in an instant she was in the air, aiming for his neck. The first strike failed; he was not caught off-guard. With her leap de force wasted, she had nothing left but to start striking him directly. The sharp blade was flying in deadly, yet ineffective, strikes. As for a normal being, this attack would have been the last thing it would have witnessed. He was parrying the dangerous blows with his shield, apparently effortlessly, while giving kind remarks in return.

‘Your zeal impresses me, Assassin!’

‘Stop talking!’ she roared, taking another leap. This time she was successful; she hit his face with her left boot. «Too bad I’ve made a bruise on the smooth face, though…» Just as she plunged to stab him, a sudden and most peculiar thing happened. Something invisible hit her in the face and caused her a great deal of pain.

‘Now you know how it feels!’ he replied, visibly angry.

The thought that she underestimated his power made her even angrier.

‘You said something about the inefficiency of my spells? My, is there any possibility that you were mistaken? Save your passion for fighting and give it a new form’ he offered, laughing softly.

A light headache started to swirl her head; nausea... pain going throughout her whole body. Finally, she fainted.

‘I shall have you, no matter of your desires!’

*She did not remember much of their first encounter when she woke up, kicking her boots aside, wearing only her short gown. She was washed and groomed. ‘By him, no wonder’. She found herself in this obscure chamber, filled with wondrous smells. A red light illuminated the surroundings, while a great king-size bed, in which she awoke, was laid in the center of the room. To her left was a beautifully adorned mirror. It seemed that angels were sculpted in the framing wood... ‘Searching for redemption, are you?’ Her next discovery was a curious mixture of several shimmering powders, lying opposite the bed, on a small shelf. ‘I wonder what kinds of poisons these are...’ She smelled it. ‘Hmm... Good perfume!’ The softness of the whole thing amazed her.

‘I can’t believe you’ve imagined that we are butchers without manners, lightheaded fools with no taste for living creatures’ he made his entrance, bowing his head, gracefully. She looked for a potential weapon, but all she could use were her boots. ‘No need to become aggressive. I intend no harm’

‘Right! And I should just believe you and also obey you from now on... Or should I kill myself, as an offering to you?’

‘Don’t be so harsh on yourself! You will need to learn a great deal of knowledge about my true nature. As I’ve already suggested, you are more than welcome to witness and experience my true nature!’

‘If you’re not the wretched Necromancer that killed countless Assassin out on the field, what are you then?’ she asked.

‘Indeed, I do raise the fallen ones. Why don’t you simply allow me to share my living and merciful self? At least for this moment, let us make use of our… desires’, pointing the bed.

‘You're not being serious!’

‘Assassin, I don’t believe you have any other alternative. You are my prisoner, at least for the time being’

«At least for the time being? What tricks are you up to? And where the Hell are my weapons?»

‘You needn’t worry about that matter. They’re in a safe place, unreachable.’

«Great, also a mind reader... If it isn’t my lucky day», she thought. He gave an approving smile. ‘And you suggest... that I am your whore now, is it not?’

‘It seems that you’re trying to repel the attraction you’ve felt while we fought…’

‘What do you want from me, if I’m such an open book to you, then?’

‘All things shall come in good time, beautiful one!’

‘Which means...?’

‘All information shall be given on a “need to know” basis’

«Torture, here I come!» she thought to herself, not succeeding, though, to conceal her thought.

‘Shall we?’ He took her hand and led the way. ‘No need for you to oppose it, no need for you to think. Your soul screams for life, pleasure and knowledge, things you have never had in such abundance before. Take this time! Embrace it! Feel its bruises!’, taking her hand and putting it on his hurt cheek.

She started to caress the place, which she had earlier struck.«Kiss the bruise, lick it. » She wanted his tongue playing with hers. «Such sweetness! I wonder: does his whole body...? »

‘Just wait and you will have the chance’, he answered her thought. The gown was being torn apart in a faint whirlwind and in an instant there she lay: naked and full of wanting, in all her beauty. With feather-like touches, he traced around her breasts, backing up between them, to her neck, careful not to totally touch either breast or nipple. Shortly, he was moving his hands to her back, down her thighs and down to her legs. Then, with both thumbs, he traced back up to her thighs. He continued going up, placing his face, ever so close, without touching her, so she could feel his warm breath, as he moved up to her stomach. After this, his hands started playing back, around her stomach and then with feathery touches between her breasts, back to her face: a gentle kiss on the mouth, then a kiss around her breasts and let her nipples feel the warm breath.

He smiled, as he continued kissing her all over, down her stomach, to her moist, delicious, intimate part. While breathing slowly upon her, he traced with light touches around her mound, without touching the precious, soft clit. He was going down each leg, until he reached her feet; repeated the process, only this time in reverse, back to her face. Giving a kiss, gently, on the mouth, and then moving to her neck, biting lightly and sucking it, she moans silently.

Continuing down her breasts to her nipples, he took each nipple into his mouth, gently sucking and licking it, spending ample time. Down her stomach, to her bellybutton, he gently licks and bites her bellybutton, before moving further.

Spreading her legs, he starts alternating his kissing on each leg, then goes back up, between her legs and ever so elegantly begins to kiss and lick the inner part of her. The heat starts to generate against his face… and so he continues: around her each lip. Knowing she feels his warm breath on her, he continues, slowly teasing by licking her.

‘I knew you hold a marvelous taste’, he whispered, as she began to moan louder and started to squirm, not taking it any longer. He gently starts licking her clit, taking it after this into his mouth, where he elegantly sucks it. Not too hard at first: just soft and slow. As she begins to rock and moan loudly, he sucks faster and harder.

«The once bloodthirsty assassin is now the lust thirsty lover» he smiled, thinking to himself. «... A wonderful and tasty lover! » She releases the first screams, as she reaches the first climax. «And also a beautiful voice… Good! » Not letting go of her, he presses until there is no more energy to express the pleasures that her body felt.

‘Is this my bitter taste of hell…?’ she sighed, trying to gain composure.

‘Oh? Then, I suppose you are, also, my little taste of heaven, should we put it like that!’

Only when she begins to relax, he releases her. Then, with a gentle tongue, he slowly licks her moist parts clean, tasting all of her sweetness, and not leaving a drop.

«Don’t you dare leaving me here like this! » she said to him, without speaking.

He laughs softly. ‘I’m not even intending to’ he answered, while the clothes were taken off his body by some invisible hands. ‘Don’t be frightened by this little trick. I just don’t find any use for my hands, since the telepathic gifts make things loads more fun!’

His skin was marble white. She was captivated and wanted to bite him, to scratch that skin, leaving marks on it, to sink her claw-like nails in his flesh, while he entered her.

‘You have a beautiful and vivid imagination! Let’s not play with anticipation...’