[Priskil's Pond] Hypnotica(Nim)

[Callisto]

Callisto watched him as a predator would stalk prey, but without the malicious intentions. She didn’t hunger for his blood, nor did she truly wish him dead. On the contrary, her lust for him was so intense that when he approached, she felt a shiver run along her spine. Those eyes of his, locked onto her own only managed to further her desire for his touch. Of course, it didn’t take long for him to do just that. When he spoke, she didn’t say a word, only allowed him to kiss her as he saw fit, to which she enthusiastically responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, tightening the hold. He will be mine, he is mine. Mine for this night alone. Or was it the other way around? To Callisto it didn’t matter. What did was the action of now, where they were, and what they were going to do next. “Maybe I enjoy being masochistic as well as sadistic.” She murmured into his ear once they broke the kiss. Her slender fingers tugged at his silky hair, but only to be slipped away as she finally could hold it in no longer. She used her suvai to tear at her tunic, exposing her chest and her tight stomach, and watched as the torn particles of clothing fell into a heap around her feet. Callisto allowed the weapon to slide from her hand then, letting the muffled thump of it’s collision with the ground be the gong that began their union. The konti reached forward then, and with two fingers she collected a sample of Nim’s blood from his neck and brought it to her lips. There was a smile, then a tongue lapped at the tip with utmost enthusiasm. “Take what you want, it tells me. I want it. All of it.” Callisto would feel no shame or regret as she lay herself on the soft, damp grass, exposed to this divine being in all her glory, waiting. Her gildling was content to graze as he wished, offering them a warm light in contrast to the cool one emanating from Leth himself. To be honest, although she hoped Nimvahlis would indeed grace her with the feel of his touch once again, she was content with gazing at the expanse of the sky overhead, with a spattering of stars marking constellations ands worlds that dwelled in the far reaches of the universe. It was almost as mesmerizing as the eyes of this Ethaefal brother. “The stars are content to watch, I think.” She smiled.

[Nimvahlis]

"Take what you so desire..." Fey outlines brushed against Nimvahlis and new voices echoed Callisto's sentiments. The shadow draped figure of a woman ran feather fingers along the Ethaefal's shoulder, before disappearing into the night from whence she came as his head turned. "Why do you hesitate, my love? Have we not embraced countless times? Her voice rang truthful, and Nimvahlis allowed the gravity of her statement pull him down to the grass. Forgetfulness. How could such a pleasurable experience become muddled and lost in memory? There on his knees, the enlightened man briefly ran his eyes over the prostrated woman as the recollections of their previous lives encased his mind in glass. The sun was beauteous in this magnified state, and Nimvahlis could see so clearly. He knew exactly what to do. Nimvahlis leaned forward, hands pressing against the grass on either side of Callisto as his form hovered over her. Sustaining moonlight bathed the pair in its muted radiance, emphasizing the pallor of the Konti's exposed figure. His head bobbed, lavender hair woven with obsidian falling about his subject's form. Lips that withheld so many secrets explored the pallorous skin of her collar bone with measured momentum, as if deliberately extracting each mystery. It was with teeth that Nimvahlis discovered the slope of Callisto's breast, white soldiers marching for inevitable conquest. A curious tongue flitted out, tracing circumferences around the raised flesh of her nipple. None too gingerly did he clamp down, a diminutive revenge for Callisto's previous act; although Nimvahlis loosened his hold and settled for gently tugging. His eyes flickered up as the passion's cadence settled on him, watching for its reflection in the subject's eyes. "What colors..." The hues of Callisto's soul lay beyond a thin veil, just within reach. What colors have arisen? Djed stirred in his bones as desire did in his loins, though the tiredness berated him. Already had Nim viewed her aura, and sure enough the spiraling emotions and images had sapped his energy. "Yet will a modest weariness defeat you this night, son of Leth?" Slowly, painstakingly, he gathered himself to view Callisto in the midst of union. Breath came more swiftly now, hotly brushing over his lover's skin in contrast to the cool air. Dilated eyes roved her form as both physical and mental wrapped about Nim like strands of spider silk. "Just for a moment..." "No, more." He rebuked the voice playing in ears, each word mingled with the panting of a racing heart.

[Callisto]

Yes, yes! These fractions of a life long past, in the city of White. The sweet sensuous whispers, warm fingers on her alabaster skin, riddled with opalescent scales that glinted under the divine light of candles. Where was she? She was not with this Nimvahlis. It wasn’t this Ethaefal kin who was above her in this seemingly constructed dream. No, it was a male with eyes of deep obsidian, raven hair and olive skin who held dominion over her now. But she couldn’t remember his name! No traces of his voice, no lilting songs escaping his lips to wrap her in a world of myths and legends. But almost as quickly as she had blinked under the vivid imagery bombarding her mind, she had returned to the present, and found herself staring into the mesmerizing eyes of the creature above her. No! He was not her lover! Or was he? Is he the man she loved so many centuries ago, was it he? Callisto was caught in a web, but she couldn’t see an escape from where she lay, while Nimvahlis toyed with her, and made her intake the cold air sharply at his abuse of her mounds. But how the konti enjoyed his ministrations; the affection he gave to her pale flesh, even when her linen leggings still hindered them from truly being united. “Off.. It must come off..” She breathed, curled fingers of her one good hand wrapping themselves in strands of Nimvahlis’ lovely hair, even so much as stroking the horns that sprouted from his cranium. It was the least she could do to remind herself that this was truly real. No illusions, no toying with the strings of her mind. Two magicians that could easily do harm to the other, but would it occur amidst a vulnerable state? Callisto reacted so easily to Nim’s touch. She raised her hips to press against him further, sliding a hand from his hair to grasp at the grass beside her. Arching her back, she ground into him as forcefully as she could, making sure to really feel him, to take in the contours of his divine form. Her breaths were short and sharp as the heat grew, threatening to envelope her whole despite the frigid air. Then the konti tossed her head back, a smile dancing on her lips at the friction in her far more sensitive areas, even so much as allowing a small moan to escape her. Callisto was not ashamed of succumbing to her desires. She knew what she wanted, and she knew Nimvahlis would not disappoint.

[Nimvahlis]

Waves of tiredness washed over Nimvahlis as he righted himself, dilated eyes gazing down at the bared woman before him. Between the traces of venom that had gnawed at his vitality and Callisto's conditioning, it was his immolated mind that fueled him. Each cell was alight with desire, fueling his body forth to complete a performance. Despite his body's continued protest, Nim's djed jumped at his beckon. Expenditure had taken its toll, yet the eagerness of his soul would not desist. So it gathered, a steady drip from the mind, to the tip of his inquisitive tongue, to the smooth palms of his hands. It waited for the moment of opportunity, brought by earth shattering climaxes. On his knees, between her legs, Nimvahlis' fingers began unlacing the leggings with a divine collectedness. Only the current that swelled his phallus and the electricity in his eyes betrayed the storm raging inside his body. Fingertips pressed against the soft flesh of her groin as they hooked each thread and tugged it loose. The last barrier of their union crumbled as he pulled the fabric from Callisto's hips. Even as his body inched away from his lover's with her leggings, Nimvahlis felt their respective tendrils push ever deeper into each other. Any hesitation laying latent was eschewed away now as the Ethaefal tossed aside the clothing and slid back into place, nested between the Konti's porcelain legs. Pressure built in their groins as Nimvahlis pushed himself against Callisto. His hands ran along the length of her stomach, his right slipping around to cradle the small of her back and pull her more fiercely against him. The pleasure his partner derived from such ministry struck arousal within Nimvahlis, so he allowed its flow to direct him. Each gasp and moan spurred his swaying hips to more forceful heights, and urged his hands to push and tug and clamp with greater pressure. He leaned forward and pinned Callisto's delicate shoulders with his hands, staring into her eyes as if discerning the motes of ecstasy floating in them. The growing wetness in her groin as the pair created friction informed Nimvahlis of all he truly needed to know though, and the next instant found his teeth closing over the soft skin of her neck.

[Callisto]

Callisto could feel him now; the entirety of his being, and it felt as amazing as she’d imagined. With the last strip of cloth slipped from her body, she felt free and Alive, only, perhaps, because the touch of the being above her simply forced her into a realization that this body she held was real. It was no illusion brought on by Leth’s light as she so wished to imagine throughout her existence here. Nimvahlis’ touch made her accept her for what she was, if only for this night; a Konti whose hidden desires had exploded forth and buzzed in her heart and her mind and in places she hadn’t remembered in centuries. His ministrations brought on the waves of vocalized pleasure that made her alabaster skin flush all over. It was all she could do to keep her mind completely focused on his eyes, those intense, mesmerizing eyes that caught her in its web. With each rock of their bodies, now entwined, her back arched and her head was thrown back in ecstasy. Nimvahlis’ teeth tore at the scales riddled along her neck, but Callisto barely felt it. She was feeling giddy, far more bold now, and for what reason? She couldn’t place it, but when he’d bent his head down, she brought her arms up, grasping his shoulders and twisting her body around so that she now straddled his waist, and Nimvahlis was on his back upon the damp grass. The Konti cared not now nor ever should someone stumble upon them during such an act. She was focused on what she wanted, which was driven by her continuous vertical movements and the moans that escaped her lips. She held his hands on her hips, to keep her steady as she continued, but her grip was vice-like, tightening with each downward pressure, and it didn’t seem as if Callisto would let up anytime soon.

[Nimvahlis]

Intense, violent pulsations had overtaken both their bodies and hearts. Nimvahlis could feel the beating of the blood in his veins, and the throbbing of Callisto's body against his. His hands, pinned against her hips, dug into the white skin of his lover as they copulated. Oxygen came in fitful gasps for Nimvahlis, torn between his tiredness and the passion driving his pelvis. A low, breathless moan escaped his lips, summoned by the heat of her sex on his. His body reveled in the visceral sensations of union, every nerve ending conflagrated as he pushed and fought against her walls. Ecstasy saw him trying to bring them down, to break apart all barriers and allow climax to flood their existence. The sounds of their copulation grew more frantic, edging the united entities toward their due finale. Callisto's panting, voracious cries spurred each thrust of Nim's hips, coalescing their awareness into a singularity ready to be shattered. Roughly the Ethaefal pushed his partner off of him, positioning them front to back. His chest pressed into her back, his hand slid from her hips to lift her leg as his pelvis began gyrating with renewed intensity. Djed quivered with his body, both slipping from the edge. His body threw itself off the edge as Callisto's cries reached a grand crescendo, their forceful unition coming to a peak. Every mote of existence stuttered and threatened inexistence as their zenith replaced it with something far superior- their trembling, quivering forms pressed against one another, breath short and pulse racing. As their bodies throbbed and beat against each other, Nimvahlis released the energy pent up in his soul. Just as his corporeal self had desired satiation, so too did his soul. Invisible threads reached out and wrapped around Callisto, soaking her subconscious mind in the same pleasure derived from the ignited nerves in her pelvis. It was more than ecstasy, it was fulfillment. The memory of their frantic passion flashed across her mind, a brief reliving of their rise to this moment. Again the pleasure and passion writhed into her mind, telling her just what her senses should be feeling. His threads spun their translucent chrysalis around her consciousness, inundating her mind with the earth shattering pleasures he himself had just felt. These were no hollow suggestions, Nimvahlis was imparting to her the same sensations that coursed through his body. They were one, not symbolically but emotionally and sensually as well. Slowly, reluctantly, the cadence of his hips came to a halt.

[Callisto]

It was beginning to get far more difficult for Callisto to breathe correctly. Her breathes came in sharp in-takes with each forceful push from her Ethaefal lover, and her hands had clawed for his own, wanting his touch in ways other than their union at the time. The control over her voice escaped her, and she found that her cries were beginning to elevate with each passing minute they were together, until Nimvahlis had promptly shoved her to the ground, and the sound was caught in her throat. It was there that her cries heightened, and her slender fingers dug into the earth beneath her. She tore at it! Again and again, her body rocked forward, until the Konti could take no more. But this was not the end! Threads of pleasure encircled her mind, utter ecstasy, flashes of their ministrations from moments ago! They lay together, trembling, and yet the soft moans still escaped her. Her body still shook with passion, but gradually, softly, it began to fade. With a trembling hand, Callisto lifted her upper body off the ground, her eyes boring into the compacted earth beneath her, partly in amazement and partly in disappointment that it had ended. Then her eyes lifted to glance at her steed, still grazing as if nothing had occurred and finally, she turned to look down at Nimvahlis. She smiled, small but charming, and leaned down to plant a soft kiss on his lips. Callisto's mind was elsewhere, however. Tonight had been overwhelming difficult to separate in her thoughts, but her concentration was still key. She unhooked her astral leg from her own bona fide one, joint by joint and warped and extended it to reach toward the rope hanging from the saddle on her Gildling. The Konti spoke to the Ethaefal as she did this, a caressing voice, full of longing, "You've spoiled me with your presence, Nimvahlis." Her soft lips brushed past his own, her chest pressed into his. "For this I'm grateful, but I knew this passion could not last forever. I need no distractions on my quest.. This.. It cannot be." She extended her hand, and the rope fell effortlessly in her grip. With concentrated precision, Callisto returned her astral portion from the joints to her leg, then proceeded to tighten the length of rope around Nimvahlis' wrist. "Thank you for the wonderful night, I shan't forget it." Then the Konti stood, retrieving her strewn clothes from the ground and donning them once more. Once she was far enough away, perhaps she'd find a stream, but for now, she must flee.

[Nimvahlis]

Nimvahlis' eyes calmly followed Callisto's as she remotely brought the rope to them, instinctively knowing its purpose. Still, he neither protested nor struggled as the hempen bonds tightened over his wrists. While he was master over her mind, she controlled his body- there was nothing he could do against her in any case. So serenely he lay there, his exposed body luminous in the afterglow's sheen. His facade exuded an implacable calm despite the passionate paroxysms of earlier; he had fed off of Callisto's desires and fulfilled his role to a T, yet now the night's magic was settling and reality had once more set in. Nimvahlis submitted to his fate of bondage. As his lover stood and readied herself for departure, the Ethaefal studied her from the ground: the curve of her hips and bosom, the softness of her lips, and the shock of luxurious white hair that adorned her head. Yet still anger and turmoil lay within the confines of her soul. She was correct in that they must part, but Nimvahlis determined they would meet once more. Callisto, in his eyes, had acquired something of an identity. This daughter of Syna was more than a sexual object, she was a subject. The Amber Subject. Yet where would Nimvahlis take her mind? Some things had yet to be determined. "Where and when shall this clandestine affair continue, Callisto? It was not strong, for the hypnotist had drained himself to the last vestiges of health, yet still he mustered himself to pull on the woman's strings one last time. Nimvahlis spoke, his words wrapping around her mind as fine cords, "We still have much to discover together." The phrase was laced with sensation, a rush of heat flooding her pelvis as he insinuated greater sexual heights. The last of his energy dispensed, Nimvahlis swallowed the crimson fluids welling in his mouth. His own groin stirred with arousal despite the night's rigors, his own body affected by the conditioning as well. A tired yawn dispelled this though, and the Ethaefal lay on the grass as he watched the woman prepare to leave.

[Callisto]

The Konti had exerted herself, and it was beginning to wear her down. The amount of projection she had done tonight, as well as the distractions Nimvahlis had imposed upon her had dampened her ability to use her magic effectively. Her arm still lay limp, torn for the night, and her other arm, as well as the leg she had pulled her astral form from felt heavy and burdened, as if she’d exercised for far too long. She had pulled herself onto her Gildling, who stood beside her, obligingly still, and approached Nimvahlis until she looked down on him. Callisto had heard his inquiry, as well as felt the return of the heat coursing through her body. She wanted his touch, his heat and his love, but she couldn’t bring herself to endanger her plans, her goals! She could have no anchor to this mortal realm. “I’ll continue my journey, to the city of Syliras perhaps. Then who knows, I have heard of a facility of magic.” She didn’t elaborate, for she couldn’t risk that they’d see each other again, no matter how much she wished it. “Farewell, Nimvahlis. Let Syna‘s light soothe you during the day.“ Pressing into Glo’s side with her heels, he sprang into a gallop, leading the Konti away from the one being she believed she had fallen for. END.

[Hatter]

Awards for You! Characters: Callisto, Nim Awarded XP: Callisto: Meditation +1, Projection +3, Observation +2, Seduction +4, Intimidation +1 Nim: Stealth +1, Auristics +3, Observation +2, Rhetoric +1, +4 Seduction, Hypnotism +4 Awarded Lores: Callisto The Thrill of Atraction Pleasures of Mortality Nim The Thrill of Atraction Pleasures of Mortality Observations of a Mad Man: I'll admit that I think I stiffed you guys on Lore, but coming up with good ones for sex left my brain in strange places. Well written guys, it's always nice to grade a thread that I actually enjoy reading and my eyes don't bleed. As I always say, if you think I missed something or are unsatisfied with these results let me know in Pm and we can hash it out.