[Flashback] You call it a Sin, I call it a Pleasure (Cade)

[Cyllena Tarnarath]

Caution: Mature Situations Take place. Timestamp: 69th of Summer, 503AV Ravok home of a god that had his share of a five finger discount in chaos, betrayal, lies and even evil, and yet when compared to places like Sunberth, the city built upon the glassy surface of a lake seemed actually civilized with its dealings. Yes even among all the chaos there was order and law, a bit of an irony or rather an oxymoron if one took the time to think about it. And yet for centuries it worked better than a well wound clock… especially for those that had been born and raised among the chaos that made up the city’s foundation. One such citizen was a woman, a mercenary by trade, choice and life, who had been named Cyllena on the day she had first screamed out into the world. A woman that hadn’t been back to the city of her birth for two years, but now that she was back well there was only one place she had headed to first after having turned in the slave that had ran away from the slave pits instead of facing death for having lost a fight. She had ventured to the house of immortal pleasures, after all the road was a long, lonely and ever so tiring part of her life now so why not unwind with a little ‘sinful’ pleasure. ~*~*~*~ The sound of moans, whether from pleasure or pain was unknown to all but those that were partaking in the miscellaneous acts, floated down the stairwell behind the sounds of booted feet as the walker descended down step by step from the one hour sprint with a rather handsome young man, who sadly tired out before Cyllena ever had. This was why she was coming back down toward the bar. She hoped to have another pitcher of wine before trying to locate another ‘gentleman’ to play with, though she wondered if any of the slaves among the workers would be able to outlast her this time around. After all it had been two years since she had tangled her limbs with those of a real man, but how does one especially one like Cyllena measure if a man was real or not? Simple if he could best her in not only in battle but also among the sheets then she would count him among those few real men among the world of Mizahar. Sadly the woman had not run into a man of such caliber. Alas Cyllena could not for see the future, and therefore could not tell that soon her life would change into one of more chaos than she had ever served up to herself. Waltzing over to the bar, she leaned her arm against the top and signaled to the barkeeper. “One pitcher of wine please.” The man nodded and soon returned with a glass and the ordered pitcher. Pouring herself a glass, Cy sipped upon the red wine as she looked around the milling about slaves and trying to pick out a new partner for the pleasure of primal battlement among the covers and pillows of a bed. However as she scanned the common room she didn’t take notice when the door of the establishment was opened for the entrance of a new customer. If she had she might have been a little dumbfounded at what had just walked in, as was many of the slave girls and a few of the males that weren’t above servicing the male customers as well as females. Then again it might be a bit hard to ignore the fact that many of the female slaves were quick to move in on the new customer, who Cyllena had yet to see due to her back being pointed toward the door and thus the person that had just strolled in for some fun of their own.

[Cade]

The young finely chiselled stallion, dark in mane, waltzed into the infamous pleasure house with celebration on the mind. The sunberthian mercenary had a good day for his sword was blessed with the blood of combat and to top it off he was paid for the killing. Ravok was no better then the place he called home, sunberth, nor was any city on this world. They all were filled with corruption and greed and when those mixed it was payday for Cade, as mercs lived off the coin made on wet work. This day, he had made his fair share of coin for his purse was bulging with the spoils of the day while burning a whole in his imagination of fantasies he could buy with such reward.

Cade was a savage by all means, a man born with svefran blood tainted by the myrians. He only lived in taloba for ten years, the rest of his life was spent with a merc captain named Arturus Bruener, a adopted father, who has raised him out of sunberth and in the fields of his own trade in blood letting. He was living up to his name as the berthian barbarian for he was a beast in all manners of battle and life.

The young warrior's crystal blue eyes scanned the room, his heart raced with lustful intentions as he studied the oncoming merchandise pleading for his attention and more importantly his coin. A wolfish grin formed upon his sun tanned face as he rose his arms up wave the girls to him. His upper body was bare exposing his muscalar frame and the many battle scars that he wore like tattoos of pride.

" BITCHES!!! COME!!!" His deep toned myrian voice echoed the tavern, signalling to everyone he was here to party... he was here to have fun of the female persuasions.

[Cyllena Tarnarath]

"BITCHES!!! COME!!!" The words alone caught the attention of many of the customers that were already inside the establishment, and maybe even a few of those passing by outside given how loud the man was when he called out to all the working girls, who it seemed like birds flocking toward the old lady with the dried bread crumbs on a park bench. This of course seemed to anger a few of the other male customers and made a few of the male workers frown as it was clear what this male was looking for, and it wasn’t in the arms of another male. Cyllena turned and looked over her shoulder toward the commotion, her eyes peering through the fog that seemed to fill the room almost as badly as the sounds people were making while selling their wares. Another dumb ox of moron. she thought to herself before turning away to bring the rim of her mug to her lips. The wine while not chilled as she had sampled once was still refreshing enough that the veils of her eyelids closed shutting out the world for a brief moment of intoxicating pleasure. It was also helping to wash away the cotton mouth feeling she always seemed to suffer from after a bit of physically exhausting actions. Once she had satisfied her thirst, bringing a bit of rain to the desert so to speak, Cyllena turned around on the stool she was sitting on so she might watch the fool that had just walked in. Leaning her back against the edging of the bar’s counter top, Cyllena held the weight of her upper body by placing her elbows on top thus bracing herself up, as her legs for a rare moment crossed at the thighs hiding from view surely what every man in the house would have loved a free showing of. As Cy took in the little mini show not too far from the pleasure house’s main entrance, she began to smirk as a rather mischievous idea began to circle like a buzzard over a carcass. Reaching behind her she took up a dining knife that someone had left out on the bar, and quickly gave the make shift weapon a flick toward the Barbarian’s thigh. She was aiming to see if his hide was as thick as his head clearly seemed to be. Yes trust Cyllena to try and throw something sharp into the thigh of man just for the sake of her own twisted idea of humor.

[Cade]

The young mercenary's eyes glanced the room, falling upon a creature of such beauty that it made the other girls unnoticeable to his appetite. Right there and then he knew he needed to have her for he had never set eyes on such a woman before. His heart raced, his blood pumping in lust as licked his wolfish lips in hunger for the touch of her skin. Her attire did not leave much to the imagination, a look that Cade would relish for the rest of his violent life. Only if he could inspect what was left to see......

To bad the oaf was busy ravaging Cyllenna with his eyes that he barely noticed the flying object that was sent sailed by her. A quick flicker of steel caught the barbarian's attention and he slightly flinched to the left in attempt of avoidance of the missile. The hilt of the knife collided with Cade's precious jewels forcing the barbarian to turtle as the pain wrenched his stomach and forced the warrior to the ground.

The young man was expecting to have his man hood service in much more delightful ways, not once did he expect to feel such pain in a place that sex was worshipped and practiced. This was a surprise that shocked the barbarian merc into silence, not even anger had boiled yet for the randomness of the attack still puzzled his thoughts. Instead, his hands where cupped around his groin as if to massage the pain or protect them from further conflict while moans of extreme discomfort escaped his mouth as he slightly rolled on the ground.

[Cyllena Tarnarath]

Cyllena winced as the hilt of the knife hit the barbarian in his coinpurse and dagger. Okay so that hadn’t been the original target but it had clearly gotten the man’s attention and caused the whores around him to back away. It also seemed to cause a few of the women to look towards her with evil killing glances, however these only received a roll of the sable haired woman’s eyes as she stood up off of the stool and began to make her way over to the fool on the floor. She had to of course push her way through the harem of females that seemed to think they could somehow protect Cade from this warrior woman. Oh they were so lucky she had left her weapon up in the room she had rented. “Shouldn’t have tried to dodge it. It might have landed a bit more harmlessly in your thigh. Come on you big baby, I got a bed upstairs you can crash in while I get you something cold to tend to your bruised ego.” Reaching down she carefully pulled him up with a bit of a struggle given he was a bit heavier then she was used to lifting, but finally another guy came over and helped her pull Cade off the floor. Together they got Cade to the small single room with a single window that allowed light to be cast into the room right over the bed. Thanking the man Cyllena went over to the wash basin, poured some of the water from the pitcher into the basin before dipping a piece of clothing into it. Leaving it in the wter, the Ravokian born woman carried the basin carefully over to the bed, sitting it down on the floor beside the cot like bed. “Now don’t get the wrong idea, big boy but I’m gonna have to remove your pants and undergarment to tend to your ‘wound’.” She smirked as her fingers began to wrap around the belt so she might remove it from his pants. This of course was the quicker of the task ahead as she undressed the warrior’s bottom half, then again he didn’t exactly have an upper half to remove in the first place. Once the dark leather pants and Cade’s loincloth were both off and tossed behind her, Cyllena took up the rag, ringing it out before placing the compress to the very area her projectile weapon had hit. Silence began to fill the room, as Cyllena repeated the dampening of the rag and placing it upon Cade’s groin region hoping that the coolness of the water would help him somewhat. She had to admit he was a rather remarkable specimen of man but then again she had been on the road for a while and the only male she had really seen beside her mark was her horse. Her eyes began to wonder over his form, stopping upon the scars upon his abdomen and right pec muscle. The fingers of her right hand began to trace the pathway of that particular scar, her mind puzzling over how he might have gotten such a flesh colored tattoo upon him. The stories of how one got scars were often interesting well some could be rather embarrassing and yet humorous for those that hadn’t been there or even had been. “You have seen much action I see. Tell me you are not a native of Ravok are you?” She would have remembered such a giant of muscle strolling around the streets and waterways of the city.

[Cade]

The young man would of taken great offence to such a insult and embarrassment of Cyllena's actions but she sure made up with the private room and the 'personal' care she took in tending to his bruised 'ego'. The pain had subsided about two dampening ago, as now the mercenary was just milking the attention given. The hardest task was trying not to get aroused in fear that it might shorten the medical aid he was receiving. He was not foolish, he knew her intentions were more devious then feeling guilty at paining him, but it was a game now and he was amused.

The dampening had slowed but her eyes were all about his body and her finger was making line to one of his scars. This excited the young warrior greatly for his very own eyes had ravaged her pale skin, her athletic frame and especially her large supple bosoms. The glancing had not helped in his prevention of excitement and lucky that the Warrioress, a guess of her profession, was focused upon his chest and not below.

He cleared his throat as she sought answers to his character " No, I am not of this place" He relayed clearing his throat once more trying to focus more upon her eyes this time while directly speaking to her. "I am a mercenary from Sunberth" There was no point in hiding it, she would know he was not ravokian from his accent and the scars that littered his body meant he was a man of arms but obviously not a Knight just from his mere presence in a pleasure house.

His right hand slowly moved across his chest gently grasping Cyllena's that was playing with his scar. The touch of her skin with in his grasp paced his heart to a higher beat. He held her hand there, not removing her touch as he very much enjoyed it, he just needed his full concentration ask a few simple questions of inquiry. " Who are you? and why did you throw and knife at me?" In his mind, she was bat shit crazy and to most that would turn people off but this barbarian was intrigued. He just needed to know where her mind was at just in case this was foreplay before she decides to play doctor and open him up for a looksy

[Cyllena Tarnarath]

Cyllena was no virgin fool or some naïve farm girl that had just stepped into the world of sin and debauchery, no she could tell that her touch and maybe a bit of her slightly softened voice was having an effect upon the muscular warrior’s frame. However unlike some women whose eyes would be drawn to the ‘inflected’ area, she had learned enough in her teenage to young adult life to control such urges, not that the desire to take a peek wasn’t there. After all she had control over herself not that she was dead to such things. Her eyes glanced up toward Cade’s face as he cleared his throat not once but twice, causing her to smirk. It seemed he was definitely being affected by her touch. Nodding when the man gave her the info she had already assumed to be the truth given the way he looked. After all he was either a mercenary man or one of those kind of males that made a living fighting in the pits or cages, however when he mentioned being from Sunberth well that had her a bit taken back. For a man from a town that could have been almost the bad twin of Ravok with all the hell and chaos that was rumored to go on there, well it caused Cyllena to stop her examination of the scar she had currently placed her finger tips upon. The Ravokian woman smirked when the barbarian began to ask the questions this time, however when his hand wrapped around her own hand, she felt a shiver of attraction run through her. There was strength and yet interestingly enough a grace of tenderness in that simple holding of her hand. Sure Cyllena was sure that he was only doing so to keep her touch from distracting him, but now he was distracting her senses. “I’m a mercenary from Ravok. As for the knife well that was mostly your fault. You see I was just throwing the knife at your thigh, it was you that turned and thus landed with the wound you are now sporting. You are far from home Mercenary of Sunberth, might I inquire as to what has brought you here? Sure there are whore houses back in Sunberth.” A smirk tugged at the corner of her slightly chapped lips, though for some reason she subconsciously licked at them as she looked into Cade’s eyes, ignoring the stirring of primal need deep within her.

[Cade]

Cade had all but forgotten the reasons he was in this room, his focus was on the woman before him... a woman of such tasty curves, sun tanned skin and greyish blue eyes that reminded the barbarian of finely polished steel blades. The barbarian's pain was no more as his loins recovered quickly to answer the call of such beauty before him. He was not trying anymore, they were not little kids and beating around the bush was nothing more then just foreplay.

The half blood savage wanted nothing more then to taste her mouth on his as Cyllena licked the corner of her lips after exclaiming her curiousness upon his business. Instead, Cade drew a finger across her forearm working it all the way up to her muscular bicep. " I believe my business is non of yours" He smirked, deflecting the question off as he focused upon the venture of his index finger gliding further up her arm. " My name is Cade, I am nothing more then a sword for hire" He whisped while piloting the stray digit onto her right breast, using the seam of her corset as a guided path as it gently moved towards the valley of her cleavage.

[Cyllena Tarnarath]

“Simple question, you didn’t have to go into details you know.” She shrugged as she sat there, her bottom resting against the calves of her legs as she looked over the man’s smirking lips. However her mind was starting to roam away from the original conversation as she felt a shiver explode over her body with a starting location at the very point of Cade’s fingertip. Her breathing was starting to quicken and yet was swallow during the inhales as if she couldn’t get enough of that precious thing known as oxygen. Had Cade gotten closer to her face he might have noticed that her eyes had started to dilate from the physical effects the man’s touch was having on her physical form. Reaching up she grabbed his hand and pulled him into a sitting position, her face a few mere inches from his as she softly in a husky tone spoke. “If you wish to explore my form, maybe you shouldn’t take so long. Clearly we both want the other so why act like two school children that don’t know what they are doing. We are both adults with needs.” Her lips were suddenly capturing his, as her hand shot to the back of his neck pulling him in a manner that might be viewed as too rough for a woman, but damn it if she was going to beat around the bush or pretend to be some shy wall flower that giggled at the sight of a man’s desire for her own body.

[Verilian]

Cyllena Tarnarath +1 Medicine +2 Seduction Lores: Hunting for a Real Man, Tending a Sore Spot, Taste of a Barbarian's Lips Cade +1 Seduction Lores: The Wrong Kind of Service, The Right Kind of Service You Question My Logic? : Yeah, there wasn't a whole lot I could give here. If you have any questions on the xp granted, please send me a PM. Notes: Aw, just when it was getting good. Oh well, maybe you'll find another strapping barbarian to sate your lusts, lol. Good job with what was written, and also, I absolutely love your CS, Syllena. It looks awesome. Notice As per the request of the Founders, threads cannot be graded unless your CS is up to date. This means you need to add threads to your thread list when you make new threads, keep your skills up to date, ledger, living expenses, ect. If you aren't up to date, you'll get a PM from me before i grade your thread.