Closed Innocent or Godly beauty(Vayl)

[Dolce]

22nd of Summer 514AV The news had spread like wildfire through the streets. The brothel had a new girl. Dolce heard some people mention this girl's small frame, others her beautiful golden hair that fell just past her chest, while even more spoke of her sparkling blue eyes. One man had even gone as far as saying she must of been of godly decent. Men. Certainly they must have been exaggerating some of her features. After listening to men speak of this woman's flawless body (and huge breasts) curiosity got the better of her. She had to see this girl for herself. Passing the whore house as she made her way home she looked over the people. It didn't take long for Dolce to spot the girl, and she regretted it almost immediately. She was everything the men had been boasting about. Dolce herself began to feel self-conscious about her own body. Blood rushed to her cheeks a mixture of embarrassment and jealousy. Tears stung at the sides of her eyes. Dolce slowly turned and made her way home. Her pace had started as a fast walk to a jog to a run making it's way to a sprint. Arriving home she closed the door with more force than normal and threw herself on her bed. She lay there face down in the pillow as she tried to sort out her emotions and why she felt the way she did. Getting up Dolce caught her reflection, she had always been considered good looking. But... She didn't even hold a candle to that blonde woman with her pure eyes. All the men... If all the men found her so perfect and gorgeous... Would her master feel the same way? As if on cue Vayl opened the door coming inside. Dolce waited for him to close the door and when he did so without even looking up she asked him, "Vetari, am I pretty to you? Or would you change me if you could?" Her voice wobbled as she spoke. She mentally kicked herself for using his given name, but it was the only way he'd know she was asking a serious question and not just fooling around.

[Vayl]

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Vayl winced a little at the mention of Vetari, before looking Dolce in the eye.

"Dolce. Let me put this simply, if I had no self restraint and you weren't infertile, you'd be dead a thousand times over." he smiled grimly but reassuringly.

"But looks aren't the most important thing anyway" he rasped out a chuckle. "Shyke, look at me. You like me despite how I look"

He raised a hand to Dolce's cheek and stroked it gently.

"You look flawless Dolce, but to me, that's just sugar on top of the delicious cake that is your friendship with me. I'd much rather you be horribly disfigured and the same person than beautiful and like Redd."

Sitting up a little straighter Vayl smiled.

"I hope that assuages any fears you may have had. I... know women often feel ugh.. sensitive about their breasts, but personally I don't care much for them myself."

Vayl grinned innocently as if they were merely talking about the weather, swinging his legs from the side of his hammock where he sat.

"And what about you Dolce, what would you change about me?"

x

But one day
you will stand before death's decrepit gate,
without really knowing why

[Dolce]

Dolce looked at him and managed a grin, "O-only a thousand times over? I'm not sure if that's an insult or a compliment. Dovna-Tari." Her Symenos was lacking in fluincy. But she could manage to a least flirt a little. "Don't make me laugh, you're handsome in every way! You'd have all the Syemestra girls after you in you were in Kalinor! In fac-" She was cut off by the soft feel of Vayl's unique skin. It stopped her dead in her tracks. Her heartbeat was in her ears and her face was red. Friendship? "I'm fine with my breasts, Vayl. That's not what I was talking about. I, I saw the new whore they got down in the brothel and she had beautiful golden hair and the purest, bluest eyes I've ever seen! She just made me feel.. inferior. Friendship? Men calling her beauty 'godly' and I thought that if they liked her so much, that you would too." "What would I change?" There was something, but how should she put it? What would she change? Friendship. Why had that word hurt so much? "I would... change." Dolce stared out to someplace far away, a place where crane like birds clasped each other mid-flight and fell plummeting to the ground fearlessly. Trusting the other and just before the impact, pulling apart. It was ceremonious. "I would change.. I... want.. to.... fall..." "No, I want to plummet to the ground with no fear." Dolce got to her feet closing the space between she and Vayl. "Talons clasped mid-flight." She entwined her fingers with Vayl's own unsure fingers. "Falling mid-flight, trusting the other, and just before the crash pull apart. A stunt so founded in trust. So dangerous that it's only done once per lifetime. Ceremonious!" She pulled Vayl to his feet towering over her. "Some dance, others sing, but I must fall. But... Humans don't have wings, nor do you. So falling is impossible." Looking up she made eye contact with him. "Humans do it differently. With word and action. It works, but I doubt it's nearly as breathtaking as falling." Dolce beckoned him down to her level. "Vayl Vetari, I wouldn't change a petching thing about you. Because then you wouldn't be you and I believe I'm in love with this you." She gave him a smile tinged with tears and leaned forward planting a shy kiss on the Symenestra's lips.

[Vayl]

x

Vayl caught his breath, his whole body turned rigid. He had.... just been kissed.

The world seemed to black out and all that remained was him and Dolce. Him hunched up and screaming silently in fear, her leaning forwards and offering herself to him.

Inevitably this stiffness led to Dolce breaking the kiss and looking up at Vayl with fear. Presumably fear that she had made the wrong choice.

"Dolce... your Symenos is terrible," Vayl began softly, trying to hide the tremble in his voice.

The fear had turned to love.

"but that doesn't mean I wasn't moved." he murmured gently, as he lent forwards.

One arm swooped behind Dolce and cupped the small of her back, while the other picked up her legs. Standing up slowly Vayl looked down at Dolce, who he held in an almost fetal position. Smiling softly, he moved his head down and kissed Dolce's lips with almost reverent passion, his fangs gently scratching against her lower lips. Vayl just paused for a moment, taking in Dolce's beauty before laying her down softly on her bed, looking at her.

"Dolce I..." Vayl's breath caught itself again and he looked away, holding his hand to his face to hide his expression.

"I think I love you Dolce..." he managed to squeeze out of his parched throat before running to the nearest corner of the room and covering himself with his coat, trying to shut out all external light and noise.

He was so scared all the time because he was afraid of making himself vulnerable to someone.. Now she knew he loved her she could break his heart if she so chose to.

Vayl trembled visibly, he was so scared.

Please love me Dolce....

x

But one day
you will stand before death's decrepit gate,
without really knowing why

[Dolce]

She had done it, mustered up every drop of courage she held within herself and told him, even more so acted on her feelings. But, had she done it right? She was having a Redd like moment. "Huh? My Symenos?" She blinked, "My Symenos is wonderful considering I rarely hear you speak it! At least I'm trying..."She puffed out her cheeks. Was that all he got out of it? Her ears perked up, Dolce paused her breathing. Had he said? She never got to finish her thought, as she was picked up and gently cradled against her master. She looked up wide eyed at Vayl as she was about to ask what was wrong, he leaned in and took hold of her lips with his own. This kiss was different from her shy little one. She could feel his fangs against her lips. Slowly she closed her eyes and her hands found their way around Vayl's neck. Nothing else mattered right now, just her beloved master holding her close. She felt like her heart was going to burst. Vayl placed her on the bed. All Dolce could do is look up at him. "Dolce I..." She held her breath. "I think I love you Dolce..." Her eyes widened, and she couldn't find her breath or words or... Vayl. He was shaking and hiding in the corner, "Vayl?" She moved to be closer to Vayl, tumbling off the bed in the process and crawled over to her master. Pulling on his coat, she finally freed the Symenestra from his cocoon. Sitting down by him Dolce wrapped her arms under his. She pushed him to the ground and simply held him. "It's a good thing you love me, cause I'm not going anywhere." Dolce gave him a small kiss of reassurance. "Oh, that reminds me... Master I have something to show you. But it's a surprise! I'll go get it, okay? No peeking!~" Dolce left Vayl's side and quietly made her way to the small bag she had gotten when clothing shopping and had hid right away. She slipped out of her current clothes and into the deep purple silk chemise and panties all adorned with lace. Her own face red she called out to Vayl, "You can look now~" She stood there waiting for her master's reaction.

[Vayl]

x

Vayl wiped a forearm across his brow in exertion before frowning in worry.

"Why did you call me Mast-"{/b]

Vayl's mouth simply hung open as he looked in front of him. There was Dolce wearing... not much.

[b]"Uhm." Vayl closed his mouth, swallowed and licked his lips, then opened it again.

"Wow."

Vayl glanced at the window, before gasping and rushing towards it, closing the shutters so fast he nearly broke them.

"I hope no one was watching." he whispered as if they were being spied on.

It only then came to the attention to Vayl that something around his hips felt uncomfortable. Looking down, he immediately regretted it, and readjusted his trousers, looking at the ground in shame.

"Would uhm, you like me to take my shirt off Dolce?" Vayl spoke softly, running a hand through his hair to pull it back, surprising himself with the confidence he had in how he looked.

Throwing caution to the wind Vayl didn't bother waiting for a reply and cast of his jacket, pulling his shirt off over his head.

Vayl's flawless, bone white skin was exposed, and he straightened up his back so his terrible posture wasn't quite so pronounced. There was an excited, joyous glint to his eyes, he'd never felt quite like this before.

"Well, how do I look?"

x

But one day
you will stand before death's decrepit gate,
without really knowing why

[Dolce]

"Umm...Tada! This is why I went to that fancy clothing store. I knew they had things like this. I-I got it on a whim in case this situation should arise. I guess I've been wanting us to be together so..." She motioned to herself. "The day you found me all muddied and broken, I knew I wanted to be with you as a pet or slave... But even more as something else... You understand right?" She spun in a circle, "What do you think?" Dolce asked her slack jawed master. She smiled then pouted, "Earlier you said something like 'you didn't like breasts' and well that could be a problem as, I'm sort of top heavy, Vayl." She had seen Vayl readjust his pants, she smiled to herself. Good, it wasn't just her feeling...agitated. Looking up at Vayl, she watched him remove his shirt. For some reason this was exciting her master undressing. Dolce walked over slowly, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly and pressed her body against his. "I think you look, even more handsome than you normally do." She smiled and gently drug her nails down his back. Moving her hand to his face guiding him into a kiss much rougher than her first shy one. "However, I think you could do without those bothersome pants. You seem so uncomfortable in them." This whole thing they both knew was taboo on so many levels, but that no longer mattered.

[Vayl]

Please note that post content from now on may be sexual in nature. If this offends/disturbs you or you are under 18. Please don't read. Don't even peek

x

Vayl smirked as some hidden animal awoke in him. It wasn't harsh, it was just energetic and... passionate.

"I never said I disliked breasts, and besides." Vayl lent in, kissing along Dolce's neck softly before reaching her ear.

"I think they're rather nice that size." he whispered softly, tracing a hand along Dolce's lower rib cage, near her navel.

While he was doing this, Vayl couldn't help but be impartial and objective. He wondered at himself, and why he was so... ok with doing this, when he had been either petrified or morally against things like this all his life. His mind didn't pay much attention to what his body was doing, but a quick observation noted that Dolce liked it. Vayl's eyes were elsewhere though as he thought.

He guessed he was fine with this happening because Dolce was infertile, he couldn't kill her, he could love and not worry about losing the person he loved.

Dragging his mind to the present, Vayl looked down at Dolce, a hungry look in his eyes.

"If these pants are bothering you so much you can take them off." he smiled totally innocently, but his eyes glinted at something else.

x

But one day
you will stand before death's decrepit gate,
without really knowing why

[Dolce]

"I think they're bothering you more than me master. I'm not really good with pants..I don't wear them." Dolce bent down fiddling with Vayl's pant's. "Buuuut if master needs help getting his pants off before he gets stuck in them..." They were loosening. "Dolce will help." She looked up at him and with a tug, his pants fell. "Ooops." She grinned up at him, "Master look how...agitated your body is!" Vayl still wore his undergarments, but it was very visible to see his own 'excitement.' Dolce ran a nail down from his navel down to his undergarments. She stood up, pressing her body against his once more. This time, however she could press her lower regions much closer to his. Dolce took hold of Vayl's hands moving them to the edge of her lacy little chemise, "Now you help me~" She was soon freed of her shirt. Dolce took a step back letting Vayl have a good look at her. He had seen her naked many times before but this time was different. She made her way back to him giving him a hug. She went about kissing Vayl's neck even if he had to bend down a little. Dolce grinned into his neck and gave him a bite. "How does it feel to be the one getting bit instead of the one biting?" She giggled her face flushed.

[Vayl]

x

Vayl chuckled softly.

"Can't say I'm complaining about it." he muttered as his softly kissed along Dolce's neck and shoulders.

"Ahehe, yes my body is agitated" he whispered into he ear softly. "Why don't you feel0?" with that word he took hold of Dolce's tracing hand and pressed it up against his hips.. Specifically, a little lower than his hips - under his navel.

"Do you like how it feels? Does it... entice you?" he whispered in what he thought was a seductive tone, licking alone her neck and inhaling her deeply. She smelt good, no, great.

He could feel her breathing heavily against him, her bare chest against his. This only served to spur him on, pulling her hips tightly towards him and making an impatient, almost ferocious noise. Gone was the timid quiet Vayl. Like when he fought with his Katana, the bestial, excited, manic Vayl had been released.

Vayl growled low, it was a growl of possession. Dolce was and would always be his now. This act would confirm it.

He had never felt less lonely in his life.

x

But one day
you will stand before death's decrepit gate,
without really knowing why