Her actions now were gentle, soothing, like a lover’s caress on a summer morning as they lay together under the warm sun. Of course Valen would have no idea what any of that meant. Still, the gentleness of her actions, her hands running over his form, her tongue lapping at the fresh blood still dripping from the twin wounds of fang marks upon his flesh. He leaned into her touch, the feel of ice upon fire, opposites that inevitably made him want the touch more. Her words would come, and he would listen. He could do nothing but listen, he was devoid of energy at this point. Barely able to pick himself up, he had enough for a small burst, but not much more. Not without help, not without medical aid or rest. She wondered how much hotter his skin could become, he did too. Was it even hotter to her due to her unusual chill? That would make sense wouldn’t it? He instinctively channeled fire chakra into his body, raising his temperature ever higher to her touch. He wasn’t sure how hot he could make it, but they could find out together if she wished. He certainly wanted to.
Her form would press into him, her body pressing against his and the chill of her form feeling incredible against his heat. It was a physical sensation that he could not begin to describe. It was almost music, like a song of ice and fire that drove him crazy with want that he did not know how to act upon. Her icy eyes looked within his eyes of red, their faces mere inches from one another. He felt the want, felt the need, but didn’t know what for. Ice and snow began to fall on the beach around them, the tide still coming, almost high enough to drown him if they weren’t careful but that would not matter much to him at that moment. If his Queen wanted him to drown, then he would. It was his duty, her orders were his to complete. Yet she still asked him, still gave him the power of choice. What a wonderful Queen she was to him, mere minutes into their pact. The question would come, she wanted to take him away. Where he did not know, and he did not care. He still felt the need to act, he still had that last burst of energy, and with a hungry, animal instinct he would turn his head and move to kiss her, his lips making to close upon hers in instinctive want. He was certain he could be put to death for doing such a thing to his Queen, for daring to touch her in any way of his own accord. But he could not stop that want, that need.
Should the attempt succeed he would taste his own blood upon her tongue and lips and it would make no difference to him. He did not mind the taste of it, did not care. The chill that went through him at the meeting of their lips caused that inner fire to rage. He wondered if his body temperature had increased because of it. If that inner fire had anything to do with the physical one that seemed to roar through him. He would break the contact, his breath heaving as he willingly spent the last of his energy. He was tired, so very tired, but so very content to be in service to this woman who lay atop him. His words came out, between laboured breaths. “You could take me to the world beyond if you so wish, my Queen. I would accept it willingly..” He would say simply, emotions he could not begin to describe or even fathom raging through him like a typhoon.
She stayed atop him for a time, still gently touching him, the feel of her skin upon his sending shivers through him as she maintained that inner flame with her gentle caress. Suddenly however, she would bite down hard into his ear and with breath he had not known he had he let out a moan of mixed pain and pleasure. Then just as quickly she would be gone, her touch gone from his skin, his body feeling the phantom brush of her fingers against him leaving little tingles of sensation. He would feel more than see the monstrous construct arise from the ice and snow around them. Although he had seen her wave her hand so he assumed she was the source. The monstrosity was huge and imposing. Valen himself wasn’t more than a meter and a half tall. This creature was ten meters tall and looked taller from his vantage pressed into the sand. The behemoth would first pick up Sayuri, and then himself, cradling both in it’s palms before it began to move. The constructs hands would cup close, hiding both from view and leaving them extremely close, and that sensation of her touch upon him once more became more than that of phantom feelings.
As the construct traveled she would be gentle at times, and harsh on others, causing some form of minor pain to him. Pressing her hand to his wound, pulling his hair, biting, scratching, each one would elicit a groan of pain and pleasure as they traveled. He became unaware of time, only able to focus on what was occurring to him but unaware of anything else except her presence in the darkness of the constructs cupped hands. After a time, he could not begin to guess how long, they would be set down. The construct would dissolve into hoarfrost, becoming one with the wind as it was blown away. He was barely able to stand, he was so tired. Blood still ran down his chest from her bite earlier, his energy was still spent and he felt a mental and emotional weariness he could not comprehend. Yet he still wanted more, more pain, more pleasure. He wanted to pass out from both, a state of bliss he had never had before. She would extend a hand to him and he eyes would raise to see the fortress before them. It was massive, and beautiful, and when she said the words ‘Welcome home’ something further inside of him broke. This wasn’t a bad thing though, it wasn’t the snapping of his mental foundations. It wasn’t the crushing of his sanity. “I..I’ve never had a home before..” He would say simply, emotion he did not know the name of coming out with the words. He had an apartment in the village sure, but that was simply a shelter, a place to sleep. It had never been a home. Even the caretakers residence had never been a home to him. So the offer of one now, for the first time in his existence, resonated deeply within him.
He took her hand, no questions asked.
He would follow wherever she wished, play whatever games she wanted. “As you wish, I crave the opportunity to play this game.” He would say simply as she led him inside. They would go to large main hall, with cushioned chairs and a long wooden table. She led him into it and let him select a chair. He chose a bench, so the chair back would not interfere with any reach she needed to heal him. When he said she would begin to help him, healing him. Over time, he felt his strength return, his exhaustion fading. His wounds faded, all except the newly formed scar upon his neck where her fangs had bitten into him with wanton glee. Two fang marks that would mark him as hers forever. After a time his energy would be restored, his body fixed as well as could be possible given his scars. With that his red eyes would seek out hers of blue, ready to hear whatever game this might be.
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