[Vol]Backward Blockades

by **Lixue** on November 23rd, 2012, 7:18 pm

"A private performance?" Lixue hummed, sending vibrations tingling through Volinir's ear as she extended her neck to give Volinir better access. One fingernail trailed along his flesh, raising goosebumps and tauntingly pushing at the strips of cloth that protected his skin from her touch. And, truthfully, Lixue could not say she was upset to see Volinir return to his task. And her appreciation was shown in the increase of her breathing and the way her hips moved to greet him.

"I have to admit," she whispered, "I like the sound of a private performance." Even if she did not understand what he would be performing. "I am certain you... perform very well," Lixue murmured, voice light and airy, interrupted only by a gentle exhale and the shuffling of clothes as she moved closer. "But I do not like the sound of you petching them... I would much rather keep that part of the performance to myself." One finger slipped beneath a strip of cloth to taunt and promise and tease. A husky giggle fell from her lips.

When Volinir shifted to move away, Lixue's lips fell into a pout and she arched toward him in an attempt to remain closer. The fingernail holding a strand of cloth tugged the close loose and Lixue's lips upturned mischievously at this. A low moan of protest echoed his actions and Lixue trailed after him, seeking the lips and fingers that so teased her.

Before she was aware of where they were headed, both were in a new room. Lixue recognized this one, if only by the person screaming in the corner and how no furniture decorated it. This was the Chaos Room. A half full drink sat near the rocking woman and Lixue could help but feel pity for her, even if the woman had chosen to do this to herself. Lixue moved slightly away from Volinir, toward the woman to retrieve the cup, but the lady reacted horribly. Latching her eyes onto Volinir, the lady threw the cup of red liquid at him before going back to rocking.

Lixue gasped, even as she stifled a giggle, when the liquid doused Volinir's torso. Snatching the cup off of the floor, Lixue moved back to Volinir. "You look very... sticky. I think you need a good washing and who better to help than a maid?" One eyebrow raised coolly even as Lixue sidestepped the hand that reached out to snatch her. "Oh no no no. No touching."

Each word Lixue spouted was designed to test Volinir's will and encourage his imaginative mind. Lixue, when she wanted to be, could be a vixen. With swaying hips and bouncing steps, Lixue led the way into a new room.

The bath.

by **Volinir Orchid** on November 23rd, 2012, 7:43 pm

The sound of screaming was, unfortunately for Lixue, a much more potent distraction than an annoyed manager. Volinir stared at the rocking woman with a mixture of confusion and pity... Until she chucked a red liquid at him. That was just mean.

And then Lixue was speaking again. By Viratas, she was intoxicating... And as impish as a fox! If she wanted to play the game and dance the dance, then he would humor her. Oh, he'd do more than humor her. "Suit yourself," Volinir quipped back, a sly grin on his face, "I'll be waiting when you want more."

With the promise of a lovely little lady hanging on him, Volinir followed her eagerly to the new room.

The bath was styled after the mountain springs that dotted Mt. Skyinarta. Indeed, it was one. Graceful slopes of banded stone curved into smooth bowls filled with simmering pale blue water. There were seven such pools in all. Three were filled with people, but the remaining four were empty at the moment, and conveniently concealed from view by a natural wall of rock. The bath was a beautiful place, and, for Volinir, one that brought fond memories of home.

by **Lixue** on November 23rd, 2012, 8:02 pm

Lixue enjoyed the bath. It was always so peaceful, except when supremely busy. Then the only sounds coming from the room were moans and splashes and Lixue would avoid it all costs. Plus, the baths were the easiest to clean.

Sidestepping a puddle, Lixue kept moving. She was aware of how her hips were swaying and that they would catch Volinir's attention. Lixue was also aware of how the heels clacked loudly in the room and made her legs look longer than life, something that had been commented on by customers before.

The excitement and the promise of more was dominating. Lixue's breathing was still shallow and her breasts tight against the corset. A temperature that rivaled the room lay between her thighs and her movements full of purpose: to reach the end result. The cloth that covered her body itched, if only because Lixue wanted to scatter the clothing as soon as possible. Then again, judging only from Volinir's reaction, perhaps leaving the outfit on for a tad longer was a good thing. Even though Volinir could see not it, Lixue's lips turned upwards and her eyes sparkled.

Lixue folded over her arm the towel she had grabbed off a rack near the door. She knew where she was going, to the pool furthest from the door and the three occupied couples. The trip took only a chime or two before they were hidden from sight. Letting the towel hang on the rack near the pool, Lixue whirled to face Volinir.

"Now, this... this is going to have to come off," she informed him with a pout, slipping a finger under one of the strands of cloth. Trailing her hand through the cloth even as she stepped around him, Lixue pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade. Given the height from her heels, Lixue was able to continue the kisses until they stopped at his ear. "We need to make sure anywhere the liquid touched is clean, after all."

by **Volinir Orchid** on November 23rd, 2012, 8:26 pm

The ban on touching the merchandise was turning out to be harder to follow than Volinir had first thought. Every bounce of her over-short skirt, every sway of her hips was reminding him of what they had been tragically cut short from doing, and his gauze-like clothing felt unbearably hot in the humid baths, as well as a little tight around the waist...

The temptation to toy again only grew when Lixue started to unwrap his clothes. Every nerve in Volinir's body was burning, screaming for him to grab her, to ravage her, and yet... That was also oh-so-boring. No, he had a much better idea...

If Lixue was observant, she would notice the impish smile stretching across Volinir's face. They were, after all, right in front of the pool, and really, who needed dry clothes in this sort of locale? As such, when Lixue was in front of him again, the Symenestra snaked his hands just above the crooks of her knees, leaned forward... And pushed her into the water.

by **Lixue** on November 23rd, 2012, 9:11 pm

Lixue came up gasping and sputtering. With one hand, she shoved wet hair out of her narrowed eyes before her head whipped toward Volinir. The man was looking very proud of himself! Lixue could not blame him, he had managed to catch her by surprise.

When they had fallen, Volinir had gripped the back of her legs. Lixue reacted accordingly, trying to clutch to whatever was near. In this instance, it meant her hands grabbed his back and her legs his waist. Lixue's nails had scraped at his now bare back, leaving red lines akin to what some of the customers left with.

Given how she had reacted, Volinir's hands had slipped from behind her knees to cupping her bottom and tangling with the lace skirt that only seemed to hinder his actions, given it was wet and clingy.

The dress had seemingly deflated from the water, leaving only the bare minimum of cloth that clung to Lixue closer than it had before. Water dribbled from her wet hair, down her neck, before sliding beneath the cloth that hid her breasts. She was distinctly aware of how much cloth she had managed to remove from his body and how very little was left, along with how close their bodies were given the position.

Idly, Lixue licked a drop of water off her. "That was not nice," she pouted, shifting her position so she would be hanging so much, but practically sitting in his hands.

by **Volinir Orchid** on November 23rd, 2012, 9:33 pm

Volinir's plans, being based much more on feelings of the moment than on any actual planning, had a tendency to horrifically backfire, and this was one of those instances. While they had certainly gotten closer, Lixue was now upset. "I'm sorry," he said remorsefully, "I didn't quite think that through."

And it was true. He had expected Lixue to be much more graceful than she actually was, and the Symenestra felt awful that he had caused her pain. That wasn't to say he had completely forgotten about the rest of her, however. The burning red marks on his back stung painfully, but that was about the only discomfort he was feeling. She was more or less sitting on his, and her already scant dress was clinging to her frame. Indeed, it was hard not to think of her.

As such, he did what impulse told him to do. He pulled Lixue up and forward, so she was touching his abdomen, and let gravity drag her back down. "You can forgive me, can't you?" he asked, one of his hands drifting towards her corset.

Despite the rather watery bump in the road, they were far too close together for Volinir to stop entirely. Venom was still welling up in his fangs, both in the dream and in life, his heart was still thumping in his chest, and, as Lixue would be able to tell, he was still more than invigorated. Of course, the will of the dream might have had something to do with his relatively one-track mind, but Volinir wasn't aware of that.

by **Lixue** on November 23rd, 2012, 10:31 pm

Where they had landed in the pool was on one of the sides, leaning against the edge. She had to admit, feeling their skin pushing and pulling against one another was invigorating and teased the light pulse between her legs. Besides, it was another way to taunt and tease him, something Lixue found perverse pleasure in doing. Lixue used this to her advantage when Volinir encouraged her movements and let her hands slide from his back to holding the edge of the pool. With subtle movements, she used her grip on the wall to rotate her hips. Just casually. Just enough.

Despite what Volinir might think, Lixue was not upset with him. In fact, she found his little prank to be worthwhile. She may had have other plans, but this would work to her advantage as well. A smile teased the edges of her lips and she hid this by leaning forward, perhaps a little too extravagantly, and placed a kiss against his chest. One of Volinir's hands drifted toward her corset and Lixue reached with one of her own to help unlace the suffocating contraption. The strings were caught a couple of times on the tiny hooks, but with a touch of patience, they came loose.

The corset was unceremoniously tossed somewhere behind Volinir by Lixue. The cloth that had held Lixue's breasts, which had in turn been held by the corset, fluttered. Lixue paid it no mind as she leaned forward to press open-mouthed kisses against Volinir's neck. Near his collarbone, she sucked on the skin and viciously left a love-bite. The hand that had helped tear the corset away traveled between them to continue her task of removing the cloth that covered his body.

"Now," a kiss against his jaw, "tell me," a subtle shift of her hips, "why," a kiss against his shoulder, "should I," a piece of cloth came away and was thrown behind them, "forgive," Lixue's hand teased Volinir for only a moment before catching another piece of cloth, "you?"

by **Volinir Orchid** on November 23rd, 2012, 11:14 pm

A spasm passed over Volinir in response to the subtle shifting of Lixue's hips, pressing against her further, and a sharp intake of breath signaled to her that it had the intended effect. There was definitely an air of the pixie about this girl, and Volinir adored it.

The corset was taking a little too long to come free, so the Symenestra simply sliced the topmost strings. In a few ticks, it was flung away, and all that was separating their bodies was flimsy fabric. Their chests heaved, and the hand that was on Lixue's bottom snaked its way up, motivated by her constant kisses. Pink stained Volinir's cheeks, and her touch only amplified his frustration. He was about to answer, when he felt a most peculiar pressure on his temple. Indeed, it was as if someone had punched him in the head.

Volinir quickly realized that was exactly what had happened when he found himself, and by extension Lixue, knocked into the pool, a rather rotund and rather angry looking patron standing over them with a corset on his head. "When did you get to petch the maid, huh?" the man growled as Volinir's head broke the surface again. "I've been begging the manager for days, and he said nooo! Well you're sharing bub-"

Whatever else he was going to say was cut off as the fat Inartan discovered first-hand the unpleasant consequences of pushing a Symenestra too far. In a flash of ebony nails and a small splatter of blood, the pushy patron found himself with four half-inch cuts on his cheek. By the time the initial yelp of pain had exited his mouth, Volinir was following up with a brutal gouge of the man's side. The poor soul fell over with a massive splash, emptying the pool's contents and moaning in pain. Volinir was not amused. "This is bullshyke, you hear me?! BULLSHYKE!"

Apparently, the brothel staff heard him, since the sound of boots soon accompanied the usual sounds of the Bath, and the Symenestra decided that, really, cave springs weren't that fantastic anyways. And so he snatched up a towel to cover himself with, grabbed Lixue by the wrist, and slipped off before the other workers discovered who was assaulting the guests.

Unfortunately, the room he had chosen to sneak off to was the torture room, and while the rocking lady was strange but otherwise harmless, Volinir had been in a torture room before, and not the sensual kind. As such, the corkscrews, whips, racks and shackles did the exact opposite of titillate. Indeed, the expression on Volinir's face could be likened to someone whom was being slowly engulfed by a swarm of spiders and trying not to scream.
"I'd like to get out of here now, please." he said in a small voice, frozen a foot or so in front of the doorway.

by **Lixue** on November 23rd, 2012, 11:48 pm

Once again, Lixue came up sputtering. Once again, she pushed the hair out of her eyes. A scowl raced across her lips at the unexpected movement and Lixue was ready to snap at Volinir before she realized it had not been his fault. The screaming fat man standing at the edge of the pool, however... Now, it was his fault. But Lixue did not want to confront the man, considering he was nearly three times her size and was yelling about her.

So, instead, Lixue did the next best thing and clutched the gaping cloth to her chest and hid behind Volinir. But Volinir apparently had other plans. Before Lixue could even estimate how frustrated Volinir would have been, Volinir moved. Lixue yelped at the sight that fell before her. Using the nails that had helped to so quickly escalate her mood, Volinir attacked the customer. In the span of a tick, the man had four cuts welling blood from his cheek. The doctor side of Lixue kicked in and she knew the man would need stitches in each cut, most likely about three to four each.

The brutal gouge in the man's side was what concerned Lixue the most. Even as the fat man fell into the pool beside her and his blood leaked out into the water, Lixue paid Volinir's shouts no mind as she turned to the man. Her fingers were quick and steady as they felt around the injury. The man howled in pain and his hands tried to clutch Lixue's, as if she were his savior. Lixue simply brushed the appendages away and kept inspecting the wound, knowing that water would help stop the injury by applying pressure and helping the skin to heal.

As Lixue opened her mouth to speak soothing words to the man, Volinir grabbed her wrist and pulled. Lixue was left with no choice but to stumble from the pool in her high heels, attempt to not step on the outreaching hand of the injured patron, and follow Volinir, clutching the gaping cloth to her chest. Anger coursed through her, causing her heart to beat to a different tune and her lips to compress. The wrist Volinir held was rudely jerked away, even as she continued to follow him. Volinir would receive an earful for this one.

He had risked the life of a patient and Lixue never reacted well to that. She had been known to send more than one doctor back to being a simple assistant because they were foolish enough to risk the life of a patient unnecessarily. In fact, she had taken over patients from doctors who made stupid mistakes and send the doctors back to learning.

So engrossed in her thought process, Lixue only noticed when Volinir quit moving in the room. She whirled to face him, ready to shout and scream, but noticed his expression. The man was frozen with fear. Lixue took a quick glance around and realized it was the torture chamber, a room for the more adventurous customers. At the same time, Lixue remembered the scars littering his back and how he had been a slave.

Lixue pushed aside her anger and replaced it with sympathy. This was not to be mistaken as Volinir was off the hook, but Lixue realized this was a more pressing task at hand. Stepping into his line of view, as to block him from staring at the tools littering the room, Lixue cleared her throat. "Hey, hey," she cooed, deliberately softening her voice to a murmur. This would catch attention more than shouting, which could serve only to dredge memories up. Lixue placed a hand on either side of his face, letting her finger tips move in gentle circles. She used this as a chance to move Volinir's head to stare straight at her. Waiting until he met her eyes, Lixue murmured, "Look right at me. Do not look around. Alright, babe?"

She had cleaned in this room so many times, Lixue knew the way across it to the next door. And, as such, still chatting idly, Lixue walked backwards through the room. Whenever Volinir's eyes would begin to wander, she would gently recapture his attention in some way. The process may have been long and tedious, but soon enough they were into the next room.

The Romantic Room.

by **Volinir Orchid** on November 24th, 2012, 12:02 am

Lixue's anger was easy enough to notice, especially after she jerked her hand out of his grip. While he would normally have attempted to explain why he had pulled her off right away, the unexpected appearance of the next room shocked him out of it.

Volinir's mind was on the lash when Lixue whirled on him. Volinir was remembering how he chafed his wrists and ankles to the bone fighting iron manacles when she stepped in front of him, and Volinir was recalling the five years of near-starvation, beatings, degradation and solitude that only recently ended when the soft sensation of her fingers dragged him back to reality.

Volinir nodded numbly as he let Lixue guide him out of the room. After a chime or so of slow steps, he finally relaxed enough to start talking like a normal person again. "Sorry about yanking you off like that..." he mumbled, "I heard people coming, and you weren't working. If they saw us next to him, then..." he trailed off, his brow creasing. The only real experience Volinir had with a brothel was the House of Immortal Pleasures in Ravok, and if what had happened in the Bath happened there, the two of them would be lucky if they were only flogged near death.

"You understand, right?" he asked as they crossed out of the torture room.