Lilyath walks into the sanctum and looks down at Ratherran. She was not wearing any of her armor, so was actually quite quiet, as she approached. When she got to him and noticed him asleep, a sadistic grin spread over her features. She knelt down beside his form, cocking her head to the side. Carefully, she rolls him onto his back, then knelt over him, straddling his hips. Her right hand wrapped around his throat, prepared for him to wake up and find her like this, “Eyes open, Souleater.”
Ratherran’s hands had naturally come up to rest on the girl’s thighs, he’d been so spoiled the past few nights, that for a second he thought he was home. When he heard the voice, his eyes shot open, there she was, the demonic death knight. “I never thought we’d ever be caught in this position…it’s a good look for you.” The rogue gave her a sly smirk, his hands still on her thighs as she straddled him.
Lilyath grips his throat, pulling him into a slightly upright position, “I wouldn’t get too used to it, love,” she sounded different. Without her armor on, he could see the shape of her body much more clearly. She was extremely toned, every muscle well defined. Her grip shifts slightly on his neck, tilting his head as her red eyes glared down at him with a sadistic expression. Then, rather suddenly, her lips were pressed to his.
Rath winced as she pulled him by his throat, he got the chance to scan over her toned arms as he was brought upright. He noticed her thighs felt toned as well, as he slightly squeezed them in his hands. As she pulled him closer, pressing her lips to his, he blinked in shock and confusion. Wasn’t this the same knight that tried to kill him the other day?
Lilyath keeps her eyes half open, gauging his reaction. When he gripped her thighs, she shifted against him with a faint intake of breath, but it was not just for air she was taking in. As she breathed in, he could feel his energy, his life force, beginning to drain away from him. Her eyes glowed a bright red as she kept her hand around his throat.
Rath winced as he suddenly felt his energy flowing through him against his will. He knew he wouldn’t be able to break from her grasp. He lifted his right hand, jutting it forward, in hopes of striking the female square in the throat. Lilyath’s free hand comes up and grabs his wrist to stop him from hitting her. She grinned down at him, shifting her hips again so he could feel her against his length. She attempted to pin his arm down to the ground. Rath broke free from her grasp, “Like hell I’d let a monster like you, take my power!” He attempted to send a punch into her jaw, hopefully just to stun her long enough for him to get away.
Lily takes the punch across the jaw. She blinks, staring down at him, rather dumbfounded that he actually managed to hit her. She darts forward, again, trying to press her lips to his; such a bitter sweet action, knowing what could follow. Her lips catch his, the very effort of her kissing him was like a drug, intoxicating, making him not wish to fight. “Come, little soul eater…I thought this was your style?” This was certainly nothing like the monster he had fought a few days prior, something was different.
Rath felt her lips on his again, he struggled to get away from her. He let out a low growl as he summoned his tendrils, all four would shoot out from under him with haste. He’d close his eyes as he prepared himself for what he was about to do. The tendrils pointed downwards, straightening out to their sharpened points, he’d send them down, hoping to skewer her, and if need be, himself.
Lily is pierced straight through by the tendrils, she gasps, releasing him from the kiss and looking down at her chest. The appendages had gone straight through her, with no armor on, there had been nothing to try to deflect the blows. She still sat on top of him, but black blood was now dripping down her chest and on to him, “Ow…” she muttered, a bit too stunned to take action against him.
Rath gasped a millisecond after she did, he looked down between them to see his own tendrils pierced through his stomach. He laid his head back as he winced, mustering up the strength to lift her up by her skewered torso and moving her away from him. Lilyath is lifted up and away, she grabbed a hold of the tendrils and, with a groan of pain, pushed herself off of them, falling to the ground on her knees. She coughed and took the time to focus on just letting her wounds heal at this point. “Bastard…”
Rath rolled over onto his stomach, coughing as he pushed himself up onto his feet, “You’re telling me, who interrupts someone’s nap?” He patted the wound on his chest, he knew he’d have to grab a meal after this to help him heal faster. She reaches out and drains the life force from the wraith approaching, her wounds begin to heal over, quickly. Rath’s tendrils swam in the air around him, he stared back at her with his red eyes, “Something’s different about you…”
She slowly stands as he watches the wounds close shut on her thanks to the life of the manawraith. She slowly walks towards him, “What’s wrong, Souleater? Don’t like it?”
His tendrils pointed forward, their edges sharpening with a vicious threat, telling her to stay back. “Normally, I wouldn’t mind a girl crawling all over me, but you’ve tried to kill me once already. It’s just not a pin cushion I want to stick my needle in, does that make sense?”
She pauses when she sees the tendrils pointed at her, she raises a brow, and took a step back. A faint smirk has barely left her lips this whole time, “I figured you didn’t really have standards…Does that make sense?” She grins at him before suddenly death gripping him over to her.
Ratherran is suddenly pulled over to her, his tentacles flailing behind him. He blinked at her, his hand coming up to push her by her shoulder, trying to get away from her. She grabbed hold of his hips, to avoid being pushed back. He can feel claws digging into his flesh as she looks up at him, a sly look to her eyes, “It’s alright, Souleater…it wont hurt too much.” Rath pulled back, trying one more time to push her away. He managed to break free this time, spinning around as he sent two tendrils darting out at her, twisting together to form one big sharpened tip. The blade slashed out in an attempt to shank her in the ribs.
Lily grunts as the sharp tendril shoves itself inside of her ribcage. She stumbles back, falling off of it and dropping to the ground. Her black blood begins to pool around her as she grips her side, closing her eyes. She does not immediately get back up, she seems to be slowly going back to her normal self with each injury she sustains from him.
Rath readied the other set of tentacles, holding them up in preparation. He watched her, unsure of what to expect from her next. A part of him told him to run, but he was never one to run from a fight, though he did need to heal himself.
Lily groans as her wounds work to reseal themselves. Each bit of energy she exerted, pulled her more and more from the state of arousal that had been forced upon her. Her eyes slowly withdrew from the crimson red, drawing back to the icy blue. Rath frowned as he watched her eyes turn blue, he allowed his tendrils to tense up again, not letting his guard down around her. She finally looks up at him, her expression blank as it usually is, other than an occasional pained cringe as she works to heal. She takes a ragged breath in, her lungs clearly punctured, “What?…”
Rath remained silent, contemplating whether he should attack her while she seemed out of it. She glares up at him out of the corner of her eye. She spits a bit of black ichor out, looking him up and down. “Why do you not take the final hit, Souleater?” Her voice had returned to the emotionless monotone she had before.
Rath winced as he held his own stomach, the hole still gapping. He tilted his head up as he closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing for the moment. When his eyes flashed open, he was looking right at her from the corner of his eye. He wore a maniacal grin as his mouth started watering, “I have a better idea…” his tendrils slowly slithered over to her, as he attempted to coil them around her like a boa. Lily doesn’t fight him, doesn’t even have the energy or ability to fight him. She expected this could happen, she kept a steady eye on him, watching him the whole time he did this.
Ratherran pulled her closer to him, bringing his blood stained hands up to cup her face, “This will only hurt for a minute…or two.” He turned her head so he would have access to her neck and shoulder, opening his mouth to take his first bite. She tenses as he pulls her close to him, she keeps eye contact until he forces her hand to the side, opening up her neck. Her fingers clenched into weak fists, but there was very little she could do, bound up as she was.
His teeth sunk into her flesh, a sickening squish would be heard as he pulled the muscle from the bone. The flesh would make a snapping noise as he ripped a chunk of her shoulder off, chewing it loudly as the blood dribbled down his mouth and neck. She cried out in pain as the flesh was ripped off her body. Her form trembled as black blood dripped from her wound and down his chin. His body would begin to heal, his torso closing up again with each piece of flesh he swallowed. His eyes gleamed at her as he finished what was in his mouth. He looked as though he’d take another bite, but asked, “Should I keep going?” She weakly glared at him, but gave no answer. He licked at her fresh wound.
She looked away from him, her eyes were growing dull. With each bit of blood loss, she lost consciousness more and more. Rath nuzzled into her neck, the power of her blood obviously changing his attitude. He took in her scent, whispering near her ear, she’d feel soft puffs of air against her skin, “Do me a favor, love?” She barely opened her eyes, shifting them to look in his direction. “Answer me!” He bit down on her shoulder again, just to cause her pain and grab her attention.
She lets out a weak cry of pain. Finally, she took a slow breath in to speak with, “My thoughts…do not matter…you will do as…as you do…you…simply wish the…the satisfaction…of my struggle…”
The rogue shifted his eyes to look at her, “Is that what you think? No my dear, I see you as a threat to the world. I’m sworn to rid the world of such creatures as yourself.” He grabbed her jaw to force her to look at him, “Look at me! I am the apex, however strong you get, I will learn how to become stronger. It’s what I was born to do. Now you can purge your tainted soul and live a life without fear of me hunting you…or…you can let me kill you now before you kill anyone else.”
She stares at him through half opened eyes. She tries to say something, but she can barely manage a breath to give it volume, the words getting caught in the gurgle of fluids in her lungs. Rath frowned, “Awe…are you dying? Hey! Stay with me!”
She opens her eyes and looks at him. She does not say anything this time, but he can hear her words, whispering into his head. “If you are not careful, Souleater…you will become just like me…” her eyes closed.
He grinned as he heard her voice, “I wont, because I’m strong enough to hold the souls in my body. Like I said, I was born to do this. You probably wouldn’t get it since you can’t procreate yourself.” He’d gently tongue her wounded shoulder, again, lapping up the black blood that stained her skin and clothes. She no longer responded or reacted to his actions or words. He tightened his tendrils around her, before releasing her, letting her fall to the floor. “I like it better when my meals fight back. I’m giving you a chance to change, if you don’t, you know what I have to do.”
She fell in a heap, her body limp and unresponsive. Rath licked the blood around his mouth in an almost cat-like manner. He checked the progress on his torso, satisfied with his regenerative skills. Rath casually turned and headed out of the sanctum, nap time over with, and his dinner out of the way.
