Personal Affairs

[Uthanatos]

I cannot stress enough how much is lost when a work intended for performance of spoken word is translated to ink on a page. I can only say, that those who have seen it performed, can fully understand the depth and breadth of emotion that words alone cannot convey. This work does contain mature content. Ü


With the greatest sorrow, he kissed her tenderly and slipped from between her silken thighs. A sense of woeful loss nearly breaking his will to do so. Looking down, he could see her, disheveled and sweaty, the look of blissful contentment fading into dissapointment. She was beautiful, perfection. The way her eyes both showed lustful desire and concern, the soft smile on her lips meant only for him, the gentle curves of her form as she lay beneath him, exposed, vulnerable, and trusting. He leaned over and kissed her once more, knowing that he must go. His duty demanded his presence and if anyone found out, they wouldn't understand.

She looked up at him, pleadingly, her eyes becoming heavy with tears, her lip quivering. He could not resist taking her back into his arms, to comfort her. He spoke softly in her ear, consoling her, telling her everything would work out, but still she wept. Her tears turned to sobs and her sobs to wails of frustration and fear. At a loss, he collapsed next to her holding her in is arms as she let loose all the rage at the unfairness of the world, life, and love.
His only response, "If they found out, both houses would hunt us."
She replied with unrepentant rage, "I don't care, I don't care about either of them, all I want is you." Then almost instantly she calmed, her voice quavering slightly. "We should destroy them both."
"and how, my love? How could two accomplish so great a task?"
Her hand trailed down his chest, and she leaned into him, crushing her breasts between them as she whispered in his ear, "love conquers all."

Their bodies intertwined once more and she rose astride him, letting the light from the windows illuminate her form as he looked up at her in awe, her hips sliding back to once more take him inside her. The tenderness of it all was replaced by passion, her nails on his chest her teeth on his neck, she drove him to a frenzy, taking him to the edge and pulling him back, over and over, not letting him find release. Every moment for him was torment and bliss, he gripped her hips forcing her hips down to meet his. She smirked and began gyrating her hips upon him until he was overcome, his body wracked with pleasure as she worked to draw every ounce of pleasure from him that his body could muster. She collapsed atop him, her lips at his ear. It was then in the blissful afterglow of the coupling of that pure love, that she told him of her plan.

As all trysts do, it had to end, she slipped into her dress of blood and night, and he into his uniform of white and gold, and they parted ways, afraid that another kiss would stop them... neither said a word. They rejoined the fray as they had each time before, doing their best to miss one another on the battlefield, and he allowed several of his housemates to be collapsed, they were pushed back, the keep taken for the first time in history. He made his way up to the house as quickly as he could and stood before the rulers, he told them of the fall of the keep that the prime must be protected and that their prowess was needed on the field. They had no reason to doubt their guardian, and so they entrusted him with the Dreaming Stone, to defend it, to prevent the foul squids from laying hand on it. As his hands touched the Stone for the first time he knew, he knew that this was the vile thing that kept him from his love, that perhaps kept so many from love. He stowed it in his pack and thumbed the amulet she had given him, the world blurred, swirling inward as if he had stared at a portal too long and then, he felt himself pulled away.

He found himself just within the Mineral Springs as planned. As he stepped down toward the water, he saw her once more. The water trickling down every curve of her body as she rose and broke it's surface, her hair clinging to her bare skin as she held one hand behind her back, the other beckoning him to come hither. Enraptured by the sight of her beauty, a visual sirens call, he stepped forth, one foot after another drawing forth the Dreaming Stone and holding it out as if an offering as he entered the water. From behind her back, she drew a chakram, firing it into his avatar three times in rapid succession before he realized what was happening.

She walked slowly to him, her avatar merging with his soulsphere for a moment before she turned and retrieved the stone, knowing he was watching, she offered the view of her body as consolation. As she turned and strode from the mineral springs, clad in naught but moisture, she called back to him over her shoulder, "Nothing personal."

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