A Rose Among the Snow (Closed to Mari) Rated Aure

[Lye]

"Now now," Lye warned, pressing firmly against the soft skin between her thighs. She clutched her legs together, gripping his hand as he leaned in close to her ear with a whisper. "Is that any way to thank your new benefactor?"

Before she could whip her head back, he snapped away from her with a chuckle. He slipped his hand from her wet skin, leaving the cloth snugly clasped where it was. The platinum haired man, clothed in only his thick cloth pants and the equipment lashed to his waist by thick leather. Light pink scars peppered the entirety of his body, punctures, burns, blunt gashes, and the faint pattern of sutured limbs reattached. He brought an arm across his chest and pressed it against his pectorals until a large, audible pop sounded.

"Food," he started, switching to the other arm and pressing until a pop sounded. "Water, shelter, warmth..."

He trailed on before walking around the wash basin and squatting in front of her so they could be eye to eye. He looked to her bindings with a smirk. Tight coils secured around her wrists and ankles. Between the two ran a chain which anchored to an iron loop bolted to the bottom of the basin. While Lye generally used these to hang underneath suspended corpses to bleed dry, it fit the current application admirably. As she sat, bound, he looked over her clean, glistening skin. His eyes spared no curve nor crevice as they ran over her body with a grin of admiration.

"And safety," he blurted. He lifted to a stand and gestured just beyond himself with an open palm. On a crude pine table sat four, hammered copper basins. Each only a few inches shallow, contained a gift for the girl. With eyes hallowed out, twisted into unusual expressions, and disfigured by necrosis, the heads of four bandits sat in pans of blood.

"I didn't pay much attention, but they mentioned something about you being property?" he asked whimsically, his brows furrowed into a faux concern. "Tch, so if they're dead..."

He diverted his gaze toward a roaring heart at the far side of the room and took several paces toward it.

"And you belonged to them..." he droned on while approaching a wooden mannequin beside the flickering blaze. Upon it, an extremely elegant, but embarrassingly revealing outfit of lace hung. He tugged at the specially fitted fabric that failed to adequately cover an artificial bust.

"I suppose that means you're free?" He looked at her over his bare shoulder, glaring green eyes piercing through drapes of platinum hair. His lips parted into a smile followed by a deep rolling laugh. He shook his head.

"We'll finally get you into something that compliments that supple form of yours," he commented, his tone deeper and serious. The whimsy of his entertainment left his features. He looked at her with disinterest and sighed.

"I said you'll give me everything, and I'm going to take it." He walked over to a bowl of fruit resting on a night stand beside a clean pressed bed and plucked a polished apple from the top. He took a bite from its juicy flesh and walked over to her as he chewed. Again he lowered himself beside her raw, exposed form.

"You can run, but you'll die." He stated with muffled tones of food in his mouth, holding the apple in front of her. "You can fight, but I'll fight back." He swallowed. "Scream all you want, but no one will hear you." He looked to the apple, then her punctured and bleeding lips.

"Eat," he commanded.

[Mari]

Lye slipped away from her form, leaving the wet cloth tightly pressed against her, Amari furrowed her brow. She didn’t like the feelings it caused to stir. “H-hey…” She snapped her head up toward him. “Remove it. I don’t want it there. It feels weird.” Amari was ignored, “HEY!” She shouted, and rocked her body back and forth, trying to dislodge it. The action seemed to have an opposite effect and the surface rubbed up against her. Amari quickly stopped moving. Her lips pursed tightly in a thin line. “Please.” The word was forced, and it made her s called ‘benefactor’ chuckle darkly.

“What’s your name anyway?” Amari asked, attempting to distract herself from the whirlwind of heat that was occurring between her legs.

“Master.”

“Your name.”

“Lord.”

Amari frowned. “I’m Amari, and you’re-”

“Sir.”

This was getting nowhere. He was just listing off titles. “Right…” she muttered. New subject. “Your body…” Amari mused, her eyes traversing the faded scars he bore. “Is that all from...uhm….events, or are parts of it a birthmark?” She wrenched her head, glancing over her back. “I have a small birthmark at the base of my spine. I’ve never seen it properly though. Brother told me about it.”

Still no reaction from the silver haired mercenary. “Ugh. You’re dull.” She muttered.

As if on cue, Lye started listing off the things he had ‘offered’ her, his long, scarred arm sweeping toward an area behind him. Amari turned her head to where the mercenary had gestured. Her face went white as she realized who...what it was. Twisted faces of her captors stared back at her with sunken eyes, and mouths contorted into impossible positions, teeth protruding from nostrils. "Y-you're kidding." She felt her body heave. She dry retched, and felt the taste of bile bubble up in the back of her throat. She wanted a distraction. She got it. Amari tilted her head to the side, over the wooden tub in fear that she would throw up. "W-why would you..." She shivered. Feeling sick. She wrenched her head toward Lye, who calmly sat before her. Tears stung her eyes. "HOW?" She screamed at him. "HOW is THAT safety? What gives you the right to do that to someone?" She hiccuped, her head falling down. "They...they were horrible people...but does anyone deserve that?" She shook her head vehemently, looking back up at Lye with renewed anger in her pained eyes. “Look at YOU! You’re scarred all over! You’ve been in pain! So why?” Her voice broke into a whisper. “Why?”

Whatever she had to say, Lye didn’t want to hear it. He circled her, shifting behind. Amari tilted her head slightly, green eyes following his actions. He pulled at a dress. Exquisite yes. Practical? No. “I’d die if I wore that outside.” She muttered dryly, her voice still afflicted with pained tones.

Lye kneeled down in front of her, commanding her to take a bite of the apple he was chewing moments before. It wasn't poisoned, else he wouldn't have taken a bite of it himself. Amari glared up at Lye, initially refusing. Her stomach rumbled. She leaned forward and took a bite of the apple. Hunger winning over pride. She drew in a sharp breath. It tasted bittersweet, juicy, and crunchy. "I-I forgot what they were supposed to taste like." Amari mumbled, chewing thoughtfully. She swallowed and instinctively leaned forward to take another bite, her teeth sinking into the fruit with a satisfying 'crunch' She glanced up at Lye who appeared to be smiling. Pleased with her placidity.

“Do you like it?”

Amari was taken by surprise at the question. She wasn’t expecting him to ask if it were palatable or not. “Are you stupid? Of course I did.” She quickly drew her head away. Feeling as though she had just given into exactly what he wanted for answering.


"You know...." Amari's gaze wandered back to the silver haired man. "You may attempt to take away everything.." She paused, her green eyes travelling downwards she shifted uncomfortably in the tub, both the chains and the cloth still bothered her.

"But, Master Starlight." She placed emphasis on the title, as though she were challenging its importance. "You will never. Ever. Take away my soul. The core of who I am. No matter how you make me writhe, no matter how pained my screams become, or limp my body is. I'll die before you ever have the entirety of me." she twisted her lips up into a lop-sided grin. "Call it being stubborn, call it spite. Regardless. You will never, and can never have everything.”

[Lye]

Lye laughed at her word of warning. His palm opened and the apple rolled forward and spilled into the grime and sudsy water. His laughter suddenly stopped dead and he thrust his hands between her legs. With a slide and pressure against the cloth which bothered her so, he looked at her with cold, stern eyes.

"Then let me rephrase." He pressed into her, finger running along the soft groove unseen. "When I'm done with you." His other hand clenched under her jaw, forcing her to look back at him with those golden laced eyes. "You won't have anything left to give me..." He pulled the cloth from her thighs and shoved her face free.

Lye cast away the rag to be dealt with later, and snatched one of his cursed blades from the scabbards latched to his back. With deft movments and a swift stroke, the bindings around her hands broke loose.

"Don't move," he commanded, but gave her little time to question. His cold blade slid between her soapy thighs, precise enough to leave her unmarred while sliding through the bindings at her ankles. A flick of the wrist, and the assassin freed her legs. He tugged, the wakizashi slipping past smooth flesh. With her hair, he cleaned the blade dry and slammed it back to its sheath.

"And I said..." He grabbed a handful of her brushed, crimson hair and yanked her to her feet. "Master..." He pulled her from the bath, knocking the wooden basin over and spilling filthy water along the stone slab floor. "Lord..." He dragged her to the bed where he threw her face down. "...or sir."

Lye straddled her on the bed, his hand reaching to the nightstand where a lace choker of black spidersilk sat. As she struggled, he pinned her arms and wretched them behind her back so he could hold them down with his legs. Like a garrote wire, he slipped the collar in front of her and to her neck, pulling back tightly. He flicked her crimson locks out of the way and snapped the small mithril clasp shut.

"There." He let her loose and lifted his body enough so her arms could free, but as they did, he purchased grip on them and flipped her on her back. Hands quickly pinned her wrists and he leaned his pale, scarred body against her soft, silken flesh.

"That's yours now," he hissed. "You are free to take it off whenever you please, but I wouldn't recommend it."

As he spoke, he pressed his hips against hers, leather pushing against skin. His sharp, emerald eyes stared into hers, but his face remained stern with a scowl. He tilted his head toward her exposed, damp bosoms and inhaled of her scent. The sweet notes of innocent flowers, soft summer breezes, and aroma of earthy woods filled his senses. He exhaled with a quiver.

"I'm going to enjoy breaking you," he commented. As he lifted his head from her ample chest, he moved her wrists together above her head and clutched them with one hand.

"Even if I need to throw you on death's door," as he spoke the correct word, his free hand pulled one of his cursed Four Horsemen blades from his back and held it's point above her chest. He brought it down slowly, watching her eyes, not the blade.

"Stay still," he warned. The blade lowered. "Stay still," he repeated, this time softer. The tip of steel touched flesh just between the valley of her breasts. He pressed, biting it through skin and stopped. With a grin, he withdrew it and returned it to its sheath. A small droplet of blood bubbled to the surface and from it spanned a black, three pronged star no bigger than a gold coin.

"Good. Very good." With the compliment, he dismounted her, waiting until he had his own footing before freeing her wrists. He walked to the far wall near the hearth nearby and pulled a cotton cloth from a wooden coat rack. He tossed it to her.

"Now dry yourself and get dressed." he ordered. "Don't forget to dry between your legs." A snicker found his lips.

[Mari]

Amari felt a wave of annoyance as she watched the apple bounce along the waters surface, to her, it was still perfectly edible. She'd eaten far worse - but it was such a waste. His callous laughter stopped and Amari stilled, her body stiffening as she felt the heat of his hand against her. She could feel his fingers dance along her entrance, almost teasingly so through the cloth. "S...st-ahh..." A sound that sounded like a moan breezed past panting lips. Amari leaned forward, helplessly resting her head against his shoulder; her body shivered at his touch - both repulsed and aroused at his deft fingers, gently exploring and poking.

Amari was forced to look at Lye, his emotionless green eyes staring down into her half lidded orbs. Her chest heaved with slow deep breaths and for once, Amari had no words. He pushed her face free and threw the rag against the ground with a wet 'slick'

Amari felt dazed at the sudden onslaught on her body, she registered that she was free, but hadn't moved until he yanked her up by her hair, the sudden pain had snapped her out of her sensual stupor. "Ow! What the Fuck!" She reached up to grasp his wrists in an attempt to detangle his fingers from her hair. Amari was thrown to the bed, arms pinned. She could feel a cool tingling sensation around her neck where the spidersilk necklace sat.

Amari had little time to react to anything, next thing she knew - she had her body pressed into the folds of the bed, the mixed scents of freshly pressed linen and earthy copper wrinkled her nose. Amari's body writhed under his, her erect nipples danced lightly across his scarred flesh as her chest rose and feel with deep, heavy breathing. "Get....off...A-aah!" She moaned, fleshy hues of pink evident in her cheeks, unwittingly crying out as she felt the cool leather of his belt press into her hips, on instict, she bucked them into him before shying away in a fit of shivers. "w-what..." Amari, having never experienced any sensations of the flesh, assumed it was magic. "Magic is this...?" She breathed. Her question bought no answers, only a widening, hungry grin from 'Sir Starlight'

Amari slightly lifted her head, scowling in his direction. Her eyes dialated, a new sensation coursing through her body as he dangled the blade. Her brows lowered, and she seethed. A newfound fire burning behind her golden trimmed irises. "That doesn't scare me."

If Lye hadn't repeated his command in a softer tone, Amari would have attempted to wrench away, but something about it made her hold her breath - her eyes lowering to the blade in morbid curiosity. her body twitched as the tip of the blade pierced her, but it didn't exactly hurt. "What....the...?" A droplet of wine blood formed - then expanded out to form a small, black star which settled neatly between her breasts. "What....what is this?" Amari sat up as she was released, her hands finding the mark she pressed it and felt an odd prickling sensation like pins and needles.

A cloth was thrown against her face, with an order to dry herself. Amari scowled back at her 'benefactor' "Tch..." She pulled her ferocious gaze away from his. "Only because if I don't - I'll freeze." She asserted. Despite her words she listened, and began to pat down her body.

As Amari began drying herself she heard the comment about drying between her legs. Amari rolled her eyes, and went to do so - as if she wouldn't. The woman quickly pulled her hand away at the wet sensation. It didn't feel like water. She bought her fingers to her face, spreading them - a thin string of transculent liquid connected them.

"The fuck did you do to me?" She hissed, turning and presenting her hand to the amused man. "Is it that black mark?"

"Dress yourself, and I'll tell you."

Amari huffed, turning away from Lye, she lowered herself to pick up the flimsy dress, and with a great deal of effort and wriggling she managed to pull it over her form. The woman headed over to the full length mirror beside the bed to get a better look at herself. She hadn't looked into a proper mirror for what felt like years.

"That's....me?"

Staring back at her, was a sultry woman - full red lips and rosy cheeks. Her hair, brushed cleaned and dry cascaded down her back and over her shoulders in rolling ruby waves. Her collarbones protruded above her chest. Her breasts...since when were they that big? They sat, pert, round and snug in the flimsy material. Her ribs, and hip bones protruded slightly, signs of malnutrition - but her hips were wide and full.

Her hands danced over her form, smoothing out the wrinkles in her attire, a flimsy bra and undergarment set whose material mimicked vines growing over her body. It was a little ironic, considering her gift- she lifted herhands up to the collar. It looked like it was woven with such intricate detail, but why wasn't she able to remove it? "Tch." In an act of defiance she reached up to unclasp the choker. It fell away easily enough,but the moment the last of its material left the touch of her skin - a sharp and excruciating pain shot down Amari's spine. She screamed and collapsed to the floor, her body contorting wildly as her flashing eyes rolled into the back of her head.

She rolled around on the floor for minutes which seemed like centuries, her shaken hands finally managed to push the collar back to her throat, and as the mythril clasp closed, the pain ceased. she lay on the floor, beathing heavily, tears trailing down her face. Right...don't do that again... she thought.

"You're...A...twisted....bastard..." She muttered between staggered breaths

[Lye]

Lye grimaced as she stood in front of the mirror. Thin cloth hugged her sultry, albeit, malnourished form. Through the gaps of lace and silk, the entirety of her body remained visible. Only the absolute bare essentials remained covered from lecherous eyes. He walked over to the bowl of fruit as she looked herself over and picked a pear from the bowl. He perched a seat on her bed, took a bite of the pear, and waited. His eyes followed her hands to the clasp at the back of her neck. Mithril unclasped and to the ground she collapsed.

He sighed and took another bite as she screamed and wreathed. He chewed loudly with his hand on his chin, eyes dull and disinterested as she shook horribly. Finally, she managed to return the collar to her neck. To see such beauty in such agony often fueled his lusts, but her ignorance and defiance fell into textbook predictability.

"Did I not warn you?" he asked with a shake of his head. Then, with a grin, he continued. "Do I look like the kind of man that lies?"

Fully aware of the common answer, a soft chuckle bellowed from his chest. He placed the partially eaten pear beside her bed and wiped its juices on the fresh sheets. With a wipe of his fingers on the corners of his mouth, he cleaned its sweet nectar from his lips. Then, those same long, dexterous fingers held a hand out to her as if to help her stand. All he needed her to do was consider the offer of his aide before he snapped his hand into a fist.

Shadows from under her jawline deformed and came to life. They slithered down to her choker and possessed its fibers. Fist clenched, Lye commanded it to constrict around her neck, and it did.

"Now crawl to me," he ordered. There was hesitation, her fiery zeal providing that resistance and provocation he craved. He expected her to try to remove it, but she knew those results. The more she resisted, the more he constricted her. Until, she had no choice but to crawl.

"Now look at me," he stated, his eyes locked on her beneath him. He used his will of the shadows to yank her choker as if it were leashed by an invisible force.

"The rest of this night is yours." He stated with a grin, looking her over with a small glint of pride. "Enjoy it."

He reached down and ran his hands through crimson strands before pulling her head into his lap and forcing her to look up at him. He smiled at her with ill intentions and exhaled a heat on his breath. Then, as though turning off a switch, let her free of both forms of his control, physical and magical. He rose from the bed, walking over her as though she were thickets of a wood to wade through. Leaving her on the floor, he made way to the exit of this isolated abode where his standard attire waited for him.

"You'll want to lock the door when I leave Little Red," he stated plainly as thick linens and leather covered his pale, toned torso.

"You're welcome to leave it unlocked or explore, but..." He snapped all the latches, belts, and buttons in place, tugging his vest for a secure fit.

"The men who report to me haven't quite learned your place." As he pulled the snow white pelts of arctic wolves over his form, he shot her a sinister glare intended as a warning.

"I'm sure they'd be eager to find out which place you fit best..."Lye's emerald eyes peered at her practically exposed chest and full, round hips. From what he could gather, she was indeed a virgin down there and oblivious to the workings of her own body. He sneered then shook his head of that going to waste.

"Goodnight, Ms. Red. Tomorrow, you will have steak and eggs for breakfast." Tone flat as cold slate, the assassin pulled open the door.

The howling winds and bitter cold stole the heat from the room in a manner of seconds. Motes of white drifted in as snowy spirals across the wet floor and threatened to quell the flames in the hearth. Outside, only an expanse of frozen wastes awaited. Few small free-standing huts peppered the immediate vicinity, viewed only for a brief moment before he shut the door behind him. Boots sank deep in knee high powder as he waded to the largest structure of the Seventh Sanctum, a massive longhouse butted up against a sheer, rocky cliff.

Eternal winter threatened Lye's exposed lips which already seemed frozen in the shape of an amused sneer. Behind him, perched atop the length of roof of the hut he left were nearly two dozen black ravens. They weathered the storm and huddled together in silence, their keen eyes watching their surroundings as their master faded into his abode.

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[Shinsou Vaan Osiris]

Lye receives 1050 EXP and 90 GP!

Mari receives 515 EXP and 80 GP!

Congratulations!

[Shinsou Vaan Osiris]

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