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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 5, 2009 22:44:37 GMT -6
Azazealyn shrugged, hardly bothered by his pouting at the moment. She just hadn't really been in the mood for much of anything and even though she enjoyed being around the mixed elf, she just right now didn't want to have to make any sort of decision. It was nice to just follow orders once in a while, when all you did was give them for a living.
Of course she'd only follow orders that she liked, but right now the mixed elf just wanted her to fall into her old role and give advice and make decisions. She didn't. She just wanted for someone else to make all the decisions for the next few hours, to tell her to follow.
She sighed and shook her head, looking back at the wall. "I apologize, Amaji, but my mood is not what it should be," she said.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Oct 5, 2009 22:50:10 GMT -6
Amaji had resurfaced, his eyes moving over to Azazealyn. “I was trying to cheer you up, Azazealyn,” the mixed elf said flatly. “You apparently do not want to be cheered up. If you did, you would not be isolating yourself from me.”
He moved onto his back, allowing himself to float in the spring. Amaji closed his eyes. His hands moved out to his sides, resting against the water. His hands started to glow and beneath them the water started to bubble a bit as the temperature increased. Soon the whole spring had warmed up quite a bit.
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 5, 2009 22:53:03 GMT -6
"I'm tired of making decisions and giving advice, no matter how small it may be," she said as she watched him. "That's all I have been doing, everyday, every hour for the past. Even I get worn out by my job, no matter how much people think that it is perfect, there comes a point where you don't want to make another decision and have someone make decisions for you," she said with a shrug.
The high priestess knew that Lloth was getting just as tired and just as annoyed as she was with the people, always wanting answers, always asking the same question. She had taken time to escape from all of that.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Oct 5, 2009 22:59:52 GMT -6
“I wasn’t answering questions for advice. I wasn’t asking for you to make decisions, Azazealyn.” Amaji straightened out in the water, enjoying the feel of how warm it was against his skin. He studied the drow for a long moment. He knew she was tired of all that she did. Relaxing in the spring with him was what she needed even if she wanted to deny it.
The wizard swam over to the edge of the pool and leaned against it. “Come here and relax in the water with me, Azazealyn. I want you to. It could help to relax you a bit more.”
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 5, 2009 23:07:28 GMT -6
Azazealyn sighed, looking back over at him for a long moment, seeming to weigh options with her gaze before she shrugged and stood, slipping into the water to the side of the wizard with hardly a splash or ripple.
She could tell even before she entered that he'd heated the water up and she was more than content to just sit there in the warm water and let Amaji do as he pleased. She had never been terrified of him, no matter who or what he may be, she just was rarely scared of anyone or anything.
If he wanted to make a move, then he could have control.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Oct 5, 2009 23:11:22 GMT -6
“Cheer up, Azazealyn,” Amaji said with a smile as he rested against the edge of the pool beside the drow. He leaned over against her, leaving a rough kiss upon her lips like he was known for doing. He couldn’t help himself anymore it would seem. He knew that having a light mood could help the drow as well, though. Getting her mind off her problems seemed to be quite crucial.
The Black Maji was hoping that she would respond to his touches and his movements. If she did not, he would be more than willing to just stop.
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 5, 2009 23:17:55 GMT -6
Azazealyn responded to the kiss almost instantly, the water bringing their bodies into contact from the movement he made and from the sheer nature of water, how it moved around everyone fluidly.
She moved one hand from where she had been balancing it on the ledge surrounding the pool, letting it run through his hair and her nails move down his shoulder to his chest, trickling pattern that alternated between rough and a butterfly touch, setting his nerves on fire.
The high priestess slid a leg up next to him in the water, letting her skin move along his slowly, dragging out the torture but never quite getting as high as she should.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Oct 5, 2009 23:22:55 GMT -6
Amaji let out a soft breath, his heart beat suddenly quickening with Azazealyn’s touches. He pressed himself against her, pinning her to the edge of the pool as he kissed her lips once more. His kiss deepened, becoming a bit rougher as he slipped an arm around her. His other hand moved roughly against her neck before pushing down her back.
Azazealyn always seemed to be able to make the Black Maji excited. No matter how many times they had gone through this same routine, he always seemed to be surprised by how she could draw him so easily.
His kisses trailed from her lips down to her neck where his teeth met her skin.
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 6, 2009 9:27:55 GMT -6
Azazealyn arched against him, a sharp gasp leaving her lips as he nipped at her neck. Her hands paused momentarily before they began again, her nails trailing over his skin, up and down his chest to his shoulders and to his back.
She knew the power she had over him, the feminine power that all females had over males when they had become physically intimate with one another over the years. She ran one hand through his hair, rather enjoying their rendezvous with one another. Her head had long since dropped back, exposing her throat to him and spilling her white hair down, contrasting with her dark skin.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Oct 6, 2009 10:24:34 GMT -6
Amaji let out a groan, his lips trailing lower against Azazealyn’s body. His hands moved down her sides, moving around to her back side. He took a hold of her, pulling her roughly against him. The mixed elf’s lips moved down over the drow’s breast, his tongue pressing against her skin.
The Black Maji moved away from the priestess’s chest, leaving a forceful kiss upon her lips as he pushed himself up against her. Amaji had pinned Azazealyn up against the edge of the pull quite efficiently. The high priestess was bound to have markings all over her body after this.
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 6, 2009 10:30:35 GMT -6
Azazealyn arched against him, knowing her body could go no where except into closer contact with his or against the rock surface. As it was, she was stuck between a rock and a hard place, so to speak, and she wasn't complaining at all. She was rather enjoying it.
She bit harshly down on her lower lip before she let out another gasp, leaning down it kiss the mixed elf wizard back just as roughly, nipping at his lips until they turned bright red, her tongue following in a teasing yet soothing manner. They both were never gentle with the other, knowing exactly how to set the other off and he was doing a rather good job of dominating her now.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Oct 6, 2009 10:41:48 GMT -6
Amaji forced the drow up against the edge once more. His hands moved down taking hold of Azazealyn’s legs and forcing them to wrap around his waist tightly. He let out a loud moan which he muffled in a bite to the priestess’s neck as he pushed himself up into her roughly.
The wizard’s nails trailed over the priestess’s arms, sides, and then upper legs. They moved back up, digging into her waist as he pushed himself harder into her with a quick jerk. He bit down on her neck as another moan rose from his throat.
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 6, 2009 10:48:27 GMT -6
Azazealyn gasped, arching against him slightly as he pinned her completely against the wall. She knew she would most likely have a few bruises and definite scratch marks, but none of it would be serious. She let out her own moan as her hips moved against his in an answering manner.
She let her head drop back, giving more area for him to play with as her hair trailed into the water and on the ledge of the pool, her arms wrapping around his shoulders before they roughly kissed again.
[INSERT ROUGH SEX IN WATER HERE]
Azazealyn was still trying to catch her breath after they had finished, it seemed the stress she had been feeling earlier was gone now and she just needed time to recollect herself. Of course she wouldn't admit aloud that the mixed elf had been right, but she knew that he had been and now she was more than content to just lay there.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Oct 6, 2009 10:55:55 GMT -6
The Black Maji had slipped his pants back onto him, despite his wet state. He fixed up a quick fire with his fire magic and was sitting beside it now, relaxing. He let out an exhausted, content sigh that caused a smile to form over his lips. He glanced back over at Azazealyn.
“You know I do you some good,” he said with a slight laugh. “Especially when you are still trying to catch your breath. Does anyone else know your body like I do? Has anyone else been able to give you such satisfaction as I have?”
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 6, 2009 10:59:32 GMT -6
To which the high priestess responded with a glare. "The same could be asked of you, Amaji," she said as she pushed herself onto her feet and stalked over to him, completely comfortable in her nude state.
"How many others can give you the dominance I can?" she asked as she trailed her nails over him, her mouth coming down to whisper her words in his ears, lips barely brushing over the sensitive tips that all elves had. "How many of them know exactly how to leave you begging for more?" she asked as she let her nails trail over his shoulders and down his chest, her body behind him as she spoke into his ears.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Oct 6, 2009 11:04:50 GMT -6
Goosebumps were left in the wake of Azazealyn’s nails. Amaji moved back against the drow, a smile forming over his lips at the sheer presence of her. He did not mind her knowing this. He was not going to deny that she knew how to move him. She knew how to completely dominate the mixed elf. She knew she had control over him, and he would not deny it.
“None,” Amaji said, smile still spread over his lips. “I am not ashamed of it, and I will gladly admit that you are the only one able to bring out these movements and these noises from me. There is no other female who has ever been able to do this to me.”
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 6, 2009 11:11:55 GMT -6
"Or would that be no other female that you have allowed to attempt?" she asked as she let her hands trail over his body as she moved around to stand in front of him. She knew that he would not be able to keep his eyes off her nude form and she would use it to her advantage a few times, knowing how to get answers from him.
Azazealyn was not a jealous type, she knew when things were out of hand and when they no longer worked, as had been in the past with other lovers. Of course, none of them had been bold enough to be rough with the high priestess, instead letting her dominate them for fear that she would harm him. Amaji knew this and knew that she would not say it aloud.
It always gave him satisfaction to know that there had been no others that could potentially take his place in her bed, a place that he had held secure since their first meeting.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Oct 6, 2009 11:19:50 GMT -6
Amaji studied her for a long moment, his eyes drifting over her face and then down over her body. He looked away into the flames of the fire he had created.
“What’s the point of trying to find another female who could possibly have a chance at comparing to your skill?” he asked, looking back to the drow. “I have not found a girl that I have been truly interested in. There have been those I have slept with, yes, but none of them compare. Most have been meek women who are easy to get into bed, but have no talent in it. I enjoy sticking to what I am familiar with more than going out and looking for something new.”
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 6, 2009 11:28:18 GMT -6
Azazealyn smiled and shook her head, moving back over to her clothes and putting them on, having mostly dried in the warm air around them. She pulled her hair up and off her neck, piling it on her head and securing it there so that it was out of the way.
"Don't we all?" she asked in response to Amaji's statement before she came back and sat on the other side of the magical flames from him, watching his movements. "What are you going to do when I am gone, Amaji? Become celibate and reclusive?" she asked, having a valid point.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Oct 6, 2009 11:48:03 GMT -6
The mixed blood let out a sigh, shaking his head slightly as he looked into the flames. “What is the point in searching for a woman when there is no one meant to be with me?” Amaji stated out loud. “I do not understand the point of trying anymore. Truly, it feels like I was created to have no one love me. If I must, which I probably will be forced to, I will become reclusive from the world once you are gone. By then, I will have my wishes, that I am sure of.”
Amaji let out a sigh, continuing to stare into the rising flames.
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