Post by Aurelia Dalry on Dec 5, 2007 14:32:58 GMT -5
”I have not seen you here before.” The man’s voice came from behind.
She turned with a polite smile, ”I have not seen you before either, my lord.” She lifted her skirt with delicacy as she curtsied, lowering her head with respect to this well mannered citizen of Cove, ”Aurelia Dalry, a pleasure.”
”Vaen Swiftar” he smiled. ”Have you paid your taxes?”
The light conversation continued. Both of them hurling polite and clever remarks back and fourth. She was on her way to Minoc as she was to begin her next mission, but she welcomed the interruption. She looked Vaen over as an idea grew within her head.
”Would you mind helping me for a moment?”
He obliged and followed her lead. She led him into a small room and placed down a bag. ”One moment.” She searched through the bag, setting articles of clothing out on the bed. One by one she withdrew the clothing from her body, replacing each piece with a something fresh. After she was finished she turned to face him. ”How do I look?” He smiled and nodded.
”What was it you needed help with again?”
”Oh yes, of course. I need you to hit me.”
He stared at her blankly and it was not hard to read his expression. ”Do not worry. I am to go to Minoc and I must make it look believable. They will never merely allow me through the barricade based solely on my looks. You will be helping the cause.”
He looked satisfied with this conclusion, but clearly still uneasy. The flask in her hand was raised to her mouth as she took a satisfied sip. Then she nodded to him and braced herself for what was to come.
The first hit came from the blunt end of his staff falling hard against her face. He wanted to stop, but she forced him to continue. ”It must look as if there was struggle.” The next blow went to her stomach, knocking the breath from her lungs.
He was catching on and seemingly enjoying this task. She darted behind the table provoking him to push towards her. He pulled a dagger from his boot and pressed forward, pinning her between his body and the wall. With one hand he held her hair, pulling her head in the direction of his liking and with the other he began to cut at her newly adorned clothes. A smirk crossed his face as he cut through one of the straps holding up her bustier. She could see where this was going.
The game continued.
She made another attempt to struggle, but this time Vaen pushed his knee sharply into her thigh. Her body went limp, but he caught her, only to pull her back up to do the same thing again. Tears filled her eyes as she felt herself lose control of her body.
”I think that is enough.” He looked to her, releasing his grip. She placed a hand to her battered face as she gave way to her tears. Once more she felt him press against her, he kissed her relentlessly. She could feel the blood race faster through her body as she tried to control her breathing. What could she do?
She allowed the strange man to indulge himself, but only for a few minutes. The heat of the chase had consumed him and as much as she refused to believe it, she was consumed too.
She pushed him backwards as his hands began to stray, but he only came at her with more strength. She switched her mind back to work and today Vaen Swiftar was not her target. She sternly pushed him back and slipped out from between his body and the wall.
”I must go, daylight is wearing.”
He nodded, straightened out his clothes and slipped out of the door. She caught her breath and made no attempt to straighten herself out, that was the point of the whole charade after all.
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Hours Later
The brush slapped against her skinned and pulled at her clothing. She must be close now. She knew she would soon find herself facing a barricade and perhaps even soldiers, but now was not the time to think of that. She continued running.
”You there, Miss. Are you alright?” The soldier looked down from his horse.
Her breath was once again heavy and her body badly worn. ”No. I need your help. Please.” The man opened the barricade and helped her into safety.
”Wait here, I will send Eldan for you.”
This was much easier than she had thought. In an instance she was inside enemy territory and her target was being fetched to come to her rescue.
She took a seat and allowed the exhaustion to set in. Her body curled into a small ball in the corner of the room. The sky had turned from dark to light as she lay sleepless, listening to the sounds of fighting. Her body ached, but she pulled herself up. The sounds finally stopped and she could wait no longer, she went to find him. It took her many hours, but at last she was face to face with the man she had been sent to seduce.
”Are you alright? Who did this to you?” Eldan asked.
It was time to put on a show. She back against the nearest tree.
”It is alright, I won’t hurt you.”
She followed Eldan as they walked further into the town. He led her into a small room.
”This should do. Let me see your wounds.”
She was far to exhausted for theatrics, but she tried anyways. She strained for tears that normally came easily. She looked at his face and felt a sense of calm. Exhaustion mixed with pain had finally taken over as her limp body fell into his arms.
She turned with a polite smile, ”I have not seen you before either, my lord.” She lifted her skirt with delicacy as she curtsied, lowering her head with respect to this well mannered citizen of Cove, ”Aurelia Dalry, a pleasure.”
”Vaen Swiftar” he smiled. ”Have you paid your taxes?”
The light conversation continued. Both of them hurling polite and clever remarks back and fourth. She was on her way to Minoc as she was to begin her next mission, but she welcomed the interruption. She looked Vaen over as an idea grew within her head.
”Would you mind helping me for a moment?”
He obliged and followed her lead. She led him into a small room and placed down a bag. ”One moment.” She searched through the bag, setting articles of clothing out on the bed. One by one she withdrew the clothing from her body, replacing each piece with a something fresh. After she was finished she turned to face him. ”How do I look?” He smiled and nodded.
”What was it you needed help with again?”
”Oh yes, of course. I need you to hit me.”
He stared at her blankly and it was not hard to read his expression. ”Do not worry. I am to go to Minoc and I must make it look believable. They will never merely allow me through the barricade based solely on my looks. You will be helping the cause.”
He looked satisfied with this conclusion, but clearly still uneasy. The flask in her hand was raised to her mouth as she took a satisfied sip. Then she nodded to him and braced herself for what was to come.
The first hit came from the blunt end of his staff falling hard against her face. He wanted to stop, but she forced him to continue. ”It must look as if there was struggle.” The next blow went to her stomach, knocking the breath from her lungs.
He was catching on and seemingly enjoying this task. She darted behind the table provoking him to push towards her. He pulled a dagger from his boot and pressed forward, pinning her between his body and the wall. With one hand he held her hair, pulling her head in the direction of his liking and with the other he began to cut at her newly adorned clothes. A smirk crossed his face as he cut through one of the straps holding up her bustier. She could see where this was going.
The game continued.
She made another attempt to struggle, but this time Vaen pushed his knee sharply into her thigh. Her body went limp, but he caught her, only to pull her back up to do the same thing again. Tears filled her eyes as she felt herself lose control of her body.
”I think that is enough.” He looked to her, releasing his grip. She placed a hand to her battered face as she gave way to her tears. Once more she felt him press against her, he kissed her relentlessly. She could feel the blood race faster through her body as she tried to control her breathing. What could she do?
She allowed the strange man to indulge himself, but only for a few minutes. The heat of the chase had consumed him and as much as she refused to believe it, she was consumed too.
She pushed him backwards as his hands began to stray, but he only came at her with more strength. She switched her mind back to work and today Vaen Swiftar was not her target. She sternly pushed him back and slipped out from between his body and the wall.
”I must go, daylight is wearing.”
He nodded, straightened out his clothes and slipped out of the door. She caught her breath and made no attempt to straighten herself out, that was the point of the whole charade after all.
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Hours Later
The brush slapped against her skinned and pulled at her clothing. She must be close now. She knew she would soon find herself facing a barricade and perhaps even soldiers, but now was not the time to think of that. She continued running.
”You there, Miss. Are you alright?” The soldier looked down from his horse.
Her breath was once again heavy and her body badly worn. ”No. I need your help. Please.” The man opened the barricade and helped her into safety.
”Wait here, I will send Eldan for you.”
This was much easier than she had thought. In an instance she was inside enemy territory and her target was being fetched to come to her rescue.
She took a seat and allowed the exhaustion to set in. Her body curled into a small ball in the corner of the room. The sky had turned from dark to light as she lay sleepless, listening to the sounds of fighting. Her body ached, but she pulled herself up. The sounds finally stopped and she could wait no longer, she went to find him. It took her many hours, but at last she was face to face with the man she had been sent to seduce.
”Are you alright? Who did this to you?” Eldan asked.
It was time to put on a show. She back against the nearest tree.
”It is alright, I won’t hurt you.”
She followed Eldan as they walked further into the town. He led her into a small room.
”This should do. Let me see your wounds.”
She was far to exhausted for theatrics, but she tried anyways. She strained for tears that normally came easily. She looked at his face and felt a sense of calm. Exhaustion mixed with pain had finally taken over as her limp body fell into his arms.
