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Vine-Bound Orchid

Cael: It's some time later, the sky visible from the window in Cael's cabin is a perfect sheet of black velvet, interrupted only by the faint diamonds of the stars, the snowfield below a sheet of blue ice, dark spots of lonely trees. The cabin itself is lit in warm, though subdued tones, the light comforting to the occupants and yet not quite.

Orchid stands on one leg beyond the foot of the, presenting a shilouette to the world of blue and black outside. Her other leg is bound, thigh to calf, the sole of her foot pressed against the upright thigh. Her torso is bound with an intricate array of ropes and knots that draws attention to her sex and pushes her breasts out, her arms bound at her elbows and wrists behind her back, a series of ropes reaching up to the ceiling, to hold some of her weight and to hold her there. The scarf is still there, tied over her eyes, the ends falling down her back along with her hair.

Cael stands to one side, to admire his handiwork, to admire the vision of pale northern skin and carmine bonds, to admire a most precious, vulnerable flower.

Orchid: The black hair falls down the naked skin, parting so as to not cover her breasts, their points pointing up, almost... the orchids on her hair seeming so vulnerable, as vulnerable as the flower between her legs, as herself... she pants, aroused at that situation, part of herself wondering why, why she let herself be so dominated by this anathema, why she let him... why...

"My... wind..."

"Where...?"

Calisara: There is a gust of a few wings around Cael, warming, caressing, pleading...

"Please?"

"Please... me too?"

"It has been a while..."

Cael: Cael circles Orchid, his footfalls soft on the carpet, though he treads loudly enough she hears him at irregular intervals.

"Here, of course." he says in a soft tone, chosen to be hard to pinpoint the precise location it came from.

Then he reaches out, cupping Cal's cheek with a hand that can reach the spirit world, holding her ear to his lips and whispering in a voice that won't carry "You can instead get me chilled wine and ice and if you are good, then I will let you tell me later about what I did to her that thrilled you."

Calisara: He holds the body of clouds. He feels it warm. He feels it shiver. He feels it lean closer... then stop with the cold shower of his words, almost pouting... and even more thrilled. Thrilled with the idea of watching. Thrilled with the wait. Thrilled... she nods, her breath warm, quicksilver tinted in rose... "Yes, master..."

She is back on a moment, with ice and chilled wine....

Cael: Cael steps closer to the bound woman then, drawing a finger over her body, and then touching the ice to her or letting droplets of wine fall on her. And so he works with her for some time, inflaming her and chilling her, slowly, slowly building her higher.

And then he stops, and cups her face, tilting it up so that she knows that were the blindfold removed, she would be looking right into his eyes, which is when he asked his question, gently, firmly, with kindness and with expectation of an answer.

"Something about me has been bothering you all day, my sweet, bound flower ... will you tell me what it is?"

Orchid: She shivers. She yeps. At one point, she moans with the ice alone. So warm, and so cold... such cold, that brings such warmth.... the heat where the ropes touch, almost a burn, and the cold where the droplets fall.... and the warmth that begins at her thighs and spreads all throughout her body as he moves the cold.... the cold making her shiver, the cold making her body feel more awake, more uptight, tense but not tense...

The lips part, as he comes closer, but find nothing but the cold air...

"... I... have been worried about you.. about all.. and... and..."
She gulps
"You sure you want to talk about it... now?"

Cael: He kisses her lips then, slowly savouring the spice and flavor of them, before slowly savouring her attempts to keep him there as he pulls back, watching her strain against the ropes.

He takes one of her nipples, pinching it enough that she makes a sound of complaint.

"Now." he says.

Orchid: And she does, and she tries... and then, she makes a defeated moan as he plays with her...

"I have been talking with Rika... about the Disciple... and it scares me what I find out about him... what he is... what he was... she knew him, she knew him from a long, long time back... and all she tells me makes me fear so much for you..." She squirms in the ropes, "I am sorry, I shouldn't say this now, it is not the time...

Cael: Cael smiles at the blindfolded woman, even though she could not see him, although the news did concern him on some level. He carresses her breast.

"Perhaps then, you should have told me earlier?" he says, critisism in his tone, and questioning.

"Perhaps you should tell me what else worries you about me?" he asks, his fingers lightly trailing over her skin.

"Perhaps..." he touches cool leather to her skin

Orchid: Droplets of sweat begin to fall down her skin... partly hot, partly cold... partly from fear and aprehension, partly from arousal. Her lips shake, slightly... wondering what to say. She shivers, under his touch... Cael can see it, feel it. As the cool leather touches her, she gives a silent yelp.

In aprehension.
In anticipation.

"I... sorry, sorry, Cael... I just... did not think it was time... did not find a good moment for..." Her hand hands low, the sweat dried by the scarf... a couple petals falling from her hair, and down to his feet. "And your power... all you can do now... the effect you have on me... it... it worries me.."

Cael: He laughs then, soft and dark, filled with power and passion, amused and warm. The laugh modulated to play everything.

"You are afraid of this?" His other hand presses to her sex, pleasuring her.

"You are afraid of this?" The crop strikes her breast.

"Or are you afraid of this?" He lifts his hand up to her lips, pressing his fingers between them.

Orchid: She squirms on the ropes as she is struck... and her squirming makes the ropes tighten, makes they bite into her even more. Unable to move, all she can do it stay in place, a loud moan escaping from her lips... evidencing, for Cael, the turmoil within, the deliciously warm fear within. Her head hangs lower, as she formulates an answer. One all-encompassing answer for all his questions, as her quivering lips open to savor his fingers... suckling on them, tasting herself... tasting herself on him, so eager...

"Yes."
Is the answer, the all-encompassing answer.
"I am afraid of you... anathema... I never ceased to see you as such, and now..."
Now you have more and more the unearthly power the legends make us fear, and the will to use it...
Why does it thrill me so...?

Cael: "And now you're standing here, tasting yourself on my fingers." he says softly into her ear, his voice one that would make incubbi jealous.

And then he kisses her, an entirely honest kiss, one that he lets last for a long time before he breaks it slowly, pulling back to watch her for a few moments.

"Perhaps I should give you something else to fear?" And his voice is warm and dark and full of sin.

Orchid: "I am." She says, resignation and thrill of it, as if she was tasting his voice on the juices she licked so eagerly... and around his fingers, partly trying to make a show of it... partly simply doing it out of her own instincts, of how she felt... warm, in this moment.

That is, until the kiss.

The kiss, that renews everything, that makes her swoon... as he kisses, he feels the Aegis touching his face, spreading from hers', writhin with desire, writhing with lust... her lips making sure he feels the same taste she did, that she tasted her, both of her... as he pulls back, a line of saliva glistens between their lips, and he can feel her essence, still trying to feel him through it, still trying to push him back as he goes away.... and asks...

"... please."

Cael: Cael smiles, and then his hands start to move over her body once more, and the crop starts to fall once more, bringing her pleasure, bringing her pain. Carresses and crops, and kisses and slaps, always building her higher, never pushing her over, always leaving her to stand and writhe and plead.

Until finally, some unknowable amount of time later for the blindfolded woman, all the sensation stops.

Then there is a voice, one that much be obeyed.

"Now. For me, my sweet, bound flower."

Orchid: As it ends, she is covered in sweat, as if she had been sprayed with water. Her body marked, red, so many petals on the ground... her lips pleading, her face flushed into a shade of the darkest red, not rose anymore, but lustful red. There is no time anymore, there is no thinking there... just...

... him...

"... anything..."

She says, as he leads her to the edge... and all the sensation stops...and she is left, on the edge, with nothing... she moans once again, pleading, needing.... needing the release that eternity had taken her to the edge of... and the words come. Pushing her over that edge... and the sound that comes from her lips is like a ecstastic song, she thrashes against the ropes, welcoming the biting and tightening of them in her ecstasy, nectar dripping to the floor beneath her...

And for a moment, Cael can feel, she faints, just hanging there, disoriented from the sudden fainting and awakening...

Calisara: ... and the windwraith hears the heavy breathing of the spirit close to him... who watches... enthralled...

Cael: "Enjoyed the show?" Cael asks, of the spirit woman, stroking her cheek as he asks then pointing to the bathroom.

"A bath."

Then, while Cal is doing that, he carefully, carefully starts the long process of unbinding her, freeing her from the ropes, admiring the lines they have left on her skin, until there is simply the scarf left.

He picks her up, and carries her to the bathroom, slipping her into the warm bath, and then sitting himself behind her, holding her and waiting for her to wake, speaking soft warm things into her ears as he does. Waiting for her to wake in the soft, warm darkness with his voice in her ear.

Calisara: "I... did..." She says, eyes wide.. so impressed it takes Cael to tell her to prepare the bath more than once for her to hear and register it. But then, she is gone...

Orchid: "Hmmm..." is all Orchid says as she begins to wake up, leaning on him, feeling body on the water.... her eyes registering only the darkness of the scarf, her whole body comfortably numb. "Cael...."

Cael: Cael cups a breast, and then lifts the scarf from her eyes, casting it far from the bath, letting her see her body in the half-light of the bathroom

"Yes, Orchid mine?"

Orchid: Her eyes hurt from the light, closing... just feeling the water around her. "Nothing..."

"You were wonderful..."

Cael: "So were you." He says, so very pleased with her, his tone conveys, as he slowly traces his fingers over the trails the ropes left on her skin.

"Thank you." his voice warm, approving, laced with hints of lust.

Orchid: She leans on him, looking at the marks of his lust... and the word comes again, the one she did not use when in bondage. "My Wind... you are welcome." She leans back, her head turning to the man behind her for a short, soft kiss... taking his hand and running it over the red marks... "A predator now... or was that just another whim?"

Cael: He returns the kiss softly, letting her guide his hand over her skin.

"A whim, of course. One that you were so marvelously responsive too." his hand starting to stray lower.

He kisses by her ear "Unless you always want the wind to blow so strongly."

Orchid: She nearly giggles... "... I would not mind. Just remember I am a delicate flower, my Wind. And need to be treated well afterwards... but yes, my beautiful demon... when your winds blow stronger... it is like they blow more true..."

"...but... I am still worried..."

Cael: "Of course." he starts to gently tease between her legs once more "Perhaps the next time they will blow stronger still...perhaps you will need more than a scarf around your neck...for a time, at least."

"But please, speak of what worries you, now you are less ... distracted." his fingers cease their motions.

Orchid: She sighs, softly, content.... soft movements, almost a squirm against him... and then, another sigh, in disappointment. "Show me a whirlwind, my dear wind. I learned to live on the North, have I not...?" She asks, trying to collect her thoughts... "Well... I have talked to Rika Sanjuro. He was her rival, apparently... and he was... very, very good before becoming what he is now... more human, too.... less... less like that ideal form we saw. She had seen him challenge... monsters, even without power... and... she also thinks you two look alike."

"You could go talk to her..."

Cael: "Then next time, I will show you a whirlwind" He whispers in her ear "Next time, it won't just be a night."

we look alike? Cael frowns softly behind her Why would she think that?

"I will speak with her, yes." his fingers start to move in a different rythymn. "But now is not the time to speak of that, either..."

Orchid: He feels her shiver at the idea... like a dangerous play, something that one thrills and fears all at once, something one cannot stop, but keeps fearing and wondering why.... "No, it is not..." She squeals in delight, arching against him, a perfumed scent filling the bath... her perfume, natural, from her own nature, so much like a flower... "a... ahn... now.. it is time to speak about... whirlwinds. Nights. Passion.... next time, my Wind... I think I will have a gift for you..."

Cael: "That, I will look forward too. That, and the ..." he traces a finger down one of the rope marks, his voice promising much, demeanor obviously pleased at the shivers his words and gestures created.

"But now, you will not speak, for you sang so much earlier" he puts a gentle, but firm pressure on her shoulders "Now you do something else for me."

Orchid: She turns to him, smiling, kissing his lips... "But you still want to hear my song. The song of life, the song of fire, the song of my lips..." and letting him guide her down, kissing his chest, kissing his belly... "Like this..." is all she says before her face goes under the pool, kissing down, under the water... the petals floating on the water, the scent... as she opens her lips... and takes him into them, her eyes looking up, not once seeming to mind being under the water... almost no bubbles float up...

Cael: Cael wakes slowly behind Orchid, his face buried in the floral scents of her hair, his body pressed up to her back, one hand over her, holding her to him. Around her neck is the scarf, tied there and to the headboard, tied there in the less restrained antics that followed them leaving the bath, as Cael inflamed her again.

He felt her stir against him and murmured into her ear "Good morning, Orchid mine." he runs his fingers over her smooth skin "Very good morning."

Orchid: "Gmrrnin" Is all she says, in nearly intelligible words, eyes still closed...

It takes a moment for her to come to herself enough to whisper, "Good Morning, my Wind. Hmmm... the Zephyr is nice for awakenings, is it not...? Wish I could wake up lke this always..." a hand moves back, caressing him... making sure he is there for her to touch...

Cael: Cael kisses her skin as she carresses him, reaching up to untie the scarf from the headboard, kissing her skin more as he does.

"It is so very pleasant, yes. Especially with company like your own." he takes in another daught of her scent. "Would you like some breakfast?"

Orchid: She takes the scarf as it is untied, turning around... and caressing his face with her hands... "Yes. Yes, please."

"Yesterday left me exausted and hungry!"

Cael: Cael kisses her lips softly then pulls back and speaks into the air

"Calisara my dear, breakfast for two, please."

Calisara: "Coming!" The air calls, in a note that hid an 'awwwwww' for the couple...

Calisara: It was only a few minutes after she had been requested that Calisara appeared, in her favourite maid's uniform. The hat was perhaps the only unsuggestive peice of it. The collar around her neck was black silk on her white skin, a metal loop obviously hanging below the bow. Then there was the bodice, which managed to cover her chest but barely. The apron and the skirt both finished well above the lacetrimmed tops of the thighhigh stockings she wore, covering her legs in more dark silk. In front of her she holds a tray with a steaming selection of breakfast upon it.

"Breakfast is served~!"

Orchid: Orchid looks at Calisara... sitting down on the bed, feeling no need to conceal her bosom... and picking what she can on the breakfast table. "You... look great, Calisara!" She says, giggling... and looking at Cael. "You are the one directing her outfits? Perverted wind... great taste, great taste, but so naughty, my wind..."

Cael: Cael takes in Calisara's appearance, and shakes his head, eyes conveying amusement and approval to her before he kisses the side of Orchid's neck, cupping a breast in his hand.

"Oh no, Calisara is entirely responsible for her own appearance this morning. So I rather think you might be blame." his other hand idly pulls the sheet away exposing her to Calisara totally "She did get quite hot and bothered watching you last night, you see."

Calisara: The little goddess has her perfect quicksilver faze tinted with a rose color, quite an embarassed face as she looks at Cael, "Master!" she says, before Cael takes off the sheet... exposing Orchid to her. And Calisara cannot help but look.. her eyes taking in the marks of the prop... of the ropes...

Orchid: Orchid looks at Calisara... first, surprised. Then, embarassed. Then, a coy look, as she wonders wether or not to cover herself... and then, she does not... just takes a toast... bringing it to her lips... and taking a bit, a little bit of honey pouring down... and over her breasts, down to her belly...

Cael: Cael smiles, as the honey makes it's slow way down.

"Calisara, if you would pour us some coffee please." he asks the blushing, staring spirit with a smile before he selects himself a slice of the toast and bites down onto it, other hand idly tracking down by the side of the honey trail.

Calisara: "O... of course!" She says, picking the cups for both and pouring the steaming hot coffee... her silver eyes following Cael's motions... and the droplets of honey... like morning dew upon a flower... watching Orchid...

Orchid: .. who is well aware of Calisara's looks. She closes her own eyes, biting more of the toast, deliberately letting more of the honey fall, letting the sap cover her... until she works the courage, and the daring, to speak up. "So, you enjoyed watching me last night, Cal?" Her eyes closed, she works a devious tone on her voice... "What did you like the most?"

Cael: Cael picks up the coffee, sipping it before he gestures to Calisara.

"Tell Orchid, my dear. Tell her just which part of her twisting and moaning and crying you liked the most." his hand almost down to Orchid's sex as it slowly traces...

Calisara: Calisara looks at Orchid... still enthralled, the silver tatoos swirling on her lithe frame... through her shapely body, like clouds under too strong a wind... she bites her lip. Her vision tries to focus on Orchid, but keeps going down with the honey... "I loved it when you were hit by the leather prop... as it marked you... as you squirmed and writhed... what you called them... I loved it when you did not know where it would come next... I loved it when Cael made you wait, at the edge of pleasure. Your face, wanting, needing..."

... was like her own right now

Ever since the day, with Tahira... Cael had made her wait...

"As you waited, not knowing where he was, pleading... it made me..."

Orchid: Her own face was red. Her own breath more shallow. She finished eating her toast... and licked her fingers.

"I.... see."

She reached her hand to Cael, caressing his chest... "My dear Wind... you have a wonderful goddess with you..." her sight turns to the spirit of clouds. "And you, spirit of the Zephyr. You are his servant, right? You clean the messes here, right?"

Orchid smiles.
And runs her hand over her belly, over her chest, close to the honey...
And speaks, her voice sweet as honey itself "I am dirty. Come clean it up."

Calisara: And so she does.

The maid comes to the bed, kneeling in front of it... her hands on the sheets, kissing between Orchid's breasts... gobling down the honey, her tongue touching the Dragon-Blood's rose skin... and licking the trail of the honey... lower... and lower....

Cael: Cael cups her breasts from behind, gently massaging them as he whispers in her ear, dirty little things.
How the remembrance of an anathema hitting her thrilled her
How the thought of his servant watching her made her hot
How she was offering herself up to the spirit with barely a thought
All these things and a thousand more sinful suggestions.

Orchid: She leans back on her wind. Oh, she had given quite a bit of thought to it. So much... but in the end... she had to ask. To feel so naughty. Because when she was close to her Wind, that is how she acted like. How she felt she had to. She leaned back on her Incubus, on the man who made her feel like that. as Calisara reached down... down between her thighs...
Orchid held the spirit's hair, looking down... and begun to speak herself.
Following Cael's suggestions. Following the Incubus' whispers.
Following his sinful trail, as the goddess brought the same need to her face once again...

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