Hm. There was not enough water left for his little plan but before he could generate more he was shown something new with the storm. She had a safe area and he did as well as a blue hemisphere sprang up around him to protect him from these elements until the storm subsided.

He did find in curious that she was moving closer, most sorcerers would seek to move away so this was different of course.

He watched her as she neared turning to keep his focus on her as a grin spread across his lips. So what was she thinking? He considered this for a moment before he had considered.

“Why are you – oh, never mind it must be my personnel magnetism that draws you closer to me, Flame. Are you ready to loose yet or should I have a little more fun first. My shoes got ruined alas with that water … hope your happy now though there is little else you can hope to do.” He considered his options for a moment, dropping the hemisphere that controlled the weather about him. Both his gloved hands flexed as they opened and closed as he regarded her for a moment longer. She was certainly going to look good beneath him, as good as she would feel he was guessing. She was an attractive girl, or rather a young lady.

Ryu might've been drawing breaths more frantically than before, but at least with most if not all the water gone she found it easier to approach, feeling less tense since the hazard hadn't been
a pressing matter anymore. The storm didn't last more than ten seconds at best, tiring the red head little by little until it became apparant he shielded himself from it, thus allowing the cascade of flames to vanish leaving little else than a faint curtain of steam in places.

While she drew closer to him she assumed a brisk walk pace, only slowing down as he adressed her before coming to a complete stop, merely several feet were seperating the two of them at this stage.

"Oh? I thought we were just warming up ..", she teased with a smirk. There was nothing noble about forcing her to demonstrate her own inferiority if he knew for a fact he would win, but that didn't stop her from trying. "I'll mourn for your shoes whenever the goblins serve you medium, my favorite."

Straightening her back she raised both arms to meet barely above her chest, hands clasped together with the flat of their palms she was taking a deep breath, pillowy breasts straining the fabric from below though once again the coat hid the more enticing parts of the show. Her eyes closed partially as she regarded him briefly, though upon closer inspection she scoured the area where he stood rather than the figure in the center.

Breathing out in a calm, relaxed fashion her hands wander further down to her abdomen where they began to detach from one another, their palms facing the floor and descending until they could go no further she had nearly finished with another silent incantation and it didn't seem as though Nicodemus was going to intervene. Funnily enough he was so full of himself that he considered his shoes the only loss to their duel now and in the foreseeable future which only spurred her on to give it her best shot.

The sole warning he was given was the rapidly increasing temperature around him as she finished breathing out, the woman before him bending over ever so slightly. Now was the time, she thought as her eyes shot open and she allowed all of her anger to flow freely, bending at the knees she made a gesture as though she heaved something off the ground as another step forward topped it all off.

Flames suddenly appeared all around him then, blazing up with raw energy as they sought to encompass him in their vicious heat. They'd sprouted rapidly in order to prevent escape, shaping up to a sphere of several layers as the unleashed fire molded itself in accordance to her motions.

Slim as the time frame for a reaction may be, she was confident that any amount of water he could summon wasn't going to save him, at least not entirely. Chances were he'd teleport again or the spell would wear her out a lot more than the storm effectively forcing her to give up, but until that happened she wasn't going to stop although her goal was to defeat him still, not to kill the man.

“Oh, I've been playing with you. I love the way your jugs bounce a bit as you move.” But he then chuckled. “The goblins can barely manage their peanut butter sandwiches but you've amused me girl. You'll dine as well as a prisoner her can hope to dine anyway.”

He almost missed it, such a shift in temperature was not noticed by him until it was almost too late and because …

Flame ha erupted around him shedding a tremendous amount of energy. More so than his meager conjuration of water. But for minutes nothing seemed to happen. She had been about to think that maybe the item that let him teleport let him o so a finite amount of times or he had to see the point he was teleporting to and then she saw him.

The man with the long golden hair the same color as his eyes, his muscles well sculpted and white feathery wings on his back. He walked out from the flames as easily as she would move through the air.

“I actually had to polymorph out of my human state. Interesting.” He made a cutting gesture with his hand sending a golden beam of energy at her while lifting then dropping the other hand as a violent tremor ripped through the chamber. No fissure, no, he was not trying to kill her either, the witch would be angry if he did that.

“Now, let's have fun Flame.”

There was no end to her excitement when she managed to engulf him in flames, the sphere swirling on the spot in a stunning display of bright colors although for whatever reason they didn't seem to affect the one presence inside of it. It was draining her agonizingly slowly as time dragged on for what felt like an eternity, but it was then something happened.

Ryu lowered her arms as she watched in both awe and terror, eyes wide at the immediate realisation of what she thought he was. Seeing his feathery wings she had to guess Nicodemus was an angel, an unearthly being much like she had assumed earlier though she'd never thought of him as a divine creature. Upon fixating on the various aspects of his physique the sphere behind him dispelled, her focus interrupted as the various thoughts of inevitable defeat assailed her mind.

She couldn't get a single word out, the angel remained unscathed from the sphere and while that might count as the blow she attempted to land there was nothing pleasant about it now. Stepping back she had just enough time to conjure flames in order to protect herself from the beam with a swing of her arm though the following tremor caught her by surprise at the same time, the fire instead violently exploding before her sending the woman tumbling backwards with a pained shout as the air was knocked out of her lungs.

As luck would have it the beam cut through the flames easily enough and it was only the fact she stumbled then that saved her from any direct contact. Ryu plummeted to the floor struggling to get back up, breathing heavily as panic spread through her every fibre. She could hope to best a man, but an angel? Even if he wasn't what she believed he was, his magic was powerful enough to tear her to shreds no doubt and part of her figured he was holding back, too.

"I'm afraid I'll have to pass on that.", she managed just barely and with a dismissing gesture sent an orb of fire his way, the sorceress quickly gathering her senses as she got back up on her feet despite the haze of futility in the air.

Flames couldn't affect him and while she could tune them up in intensity she doubted it'd make much of a difference. Ryu was prepared to fight despite this blatant superiority on his part, that same soft glow from earlier shaping up about her arms as she faced him with defiance though once again she needed more time to collect and control the rather volatile energy. One could easily tell she was afraid, the woman trembling every now and then as her grimace had less of the fighting spirit it held until then appearing more strained than before.

Nicodemus allowed her to expend energy as she engulfed him in flames. While polymorphed he was vulnerable to flames though it was that same vulnerability that let him feel that heat telling him to shift back into his true nature. But he wanted her to expend as much energy as possible before emerging from the sphere.

The look of fear and awe on her face had been priceless. She knew that she was defeated now. Her flames were useless and hence why he had released her collar earlier. She could not harm him with fire in this form as he had basked in the radiance of unearthly beings … that was until a century or so ago … when one knew heaven then every other place became hell by comparison. Quite literally this place that had resembled it so well though tucked away in this prison things had not seemed to be so bad indoors as they were out.

The fight did not leave her completely despite her fear. The tremor that knock her prone served to save her from the radiant beam though he was dashing forward to cut that distance between them.

Though this time he had not tried to avoid the flames showing he shrugged off the attack.

“I'm afraid you have no choice about that,” he returned, attempting to grapple her and take her to the ground, his physique making it clear that he was just as good at close combat then he was at range. The fact that he was attempting to keep to his word limited him in some of the more destructive magics he had at his command but now it was time to end this charade of a battle, one that he could have clearly ended at any time he so chose but he had let her have her fun.

Circumstances were grim. Ryu took note of his sudden approach, instinctively bringing her hands up in a feeble attempt of self defense when releasing the energy she prepared in a volley of flames toward the angel though even then he simply pressed on leaving her without any option she could fall back to at the time. She had hoped it might slow him down in his advance since she believed he sought to subdue her once and for all in which case no amount of magic could delay him any further. This alone weakened her once more, however, making her an easy target.

Upon watching the scene unfold she barely mustered up enough strength to withstand his next move if only it were ten times as weak, perhaps more as the red head went down with a yelp only to be silenced when she hit the ground. He'd knocked the air out of her lungs twice in a row while a dull sensation of pain coursed through her back and shoulders, having taken the brunt of the takedown she was surprised to find that it didn't feel as though she was bleeding from the back of her head although she felt somewhat dazed.

"Y-you .. haven't won .. yet ..", Ryu hissed at him and while her eyes narrowed in anger her words carried little meaning as she barely gave the impression that she was in any shape to protest. The woman below him was gasping for each breath of air, stubbornly attempting to defy the odds though her pitiful resistance resulted in no more than feeble writhing motions that couldn't even remotely hope to match his strength, hands reaching for his arms in order to grasp and push them away.

She gave up on conjuration altogether at least, knowing that it couldn't harm him and being at the very edge of her physical strength it'd probably cause her to pass out if she tried any of the more powerful spells. Defeat was immiment and while she wasn't ready to accept it she was willing to face consequences until he beat her to admit it.

“Oh, I have not yet won Flame, I still have much to do first.” He grasped her arms and held them down on the floor of the cell as he concentrated, reshaping the stone so that manacles now kept her in place.

He set his lips on her own, tasting the richness of her lips, his body quiet firm above her own.

“Far too much work ahead I'm afraid but I have up to a century ...” Immediate gratification was tugging at him, she taste good and it had been quite some time since he had a warm body beneath him like this.

Nicodemus straddled her body, a hand reaching down to cradle a breast.

“Unfortunately there is something I must do. While I have never been great at illusions I need to perform certain duties. I could always leave them to Murk or the goblins but they can be quite harsh and cruel. I need to torture you a little Flame. I can't capture that look of despair in the human eye yet least word get back to the witch that I've taken it too easy on you.”

Tugging on her newly created bounds just once she gave up on trying to get rid of them right after, the manacles clasped about her wrists kept her safely in place meaning she wasn't going anywhere.

"Now that's just perfe- mmhhh! Hmph!" Ryu tensed up as he pressed himself against her plump, feminine lips though despite the initial vocal complaint suppressed by their intimate connection just then she hadn't struggled. His rather muscular body sat firmly atop hers and while she didn't approve of him as he stole that kiss from her the woman was spent, plus it carried her mind elsewhere from having been played with in a duel and the resulting humiliation to a more relaxed stream of thoughts.

As their lips seperated she scolded him in silence, however, gasping when a hand molded itself gently against her breast as though he was checking its weight, its texture. Without the cloth in the way it might've been warm and rather soft in his grasp, the pale flesh giving in to the slightest of pressure much like a wonderfully round pillow, some of the ample breast protruding ever so slightly inbetween his fingers if he squeezed it just right although he wouldn't get to experience it safe for the fantasy in his mind if it occured to him.

"May I advise against waiting the entire century for one round with me?" Keeping a clear head through all this was difficult, but so far she managed. It made sense that originally this was supposed to be torture of sorts, Typhoon didn't appear to have any wounds so perhaps it wouldn't even be on the physical level which managed to worry her slightly. Only once had a monster from the demonic planes toyed with her in such a manner and she remembered the torment she'd been subjected to quite vividly.

Ryu couldn't tell if he was lying, if he was merely tricking her with the notion that he would prefer using an illusion that reflected despair rather than causing her to seem that way through conventional means but wasn't able to at the time much like he tricked her with their agreement, knowing that he would win in the end.

Either way nothing kept him from torturing the woman, bound as she was. She had the impression that he sought out her consent for whatever reason and while her body quivered in half hearted defiance, any kind of pain was unavoidable. There was simply no point in refusing what would happen to her anyway and while it took her a moment to gather up enough courage to say it out loud she was proud to overcome that fear, albeit momentarily.

"Well, at least you're not Murk .. Those goblins are packing a mean punch, too.", she joked though her voice was riddled with nervosity. "In all seriousness, I can't remember a thing from before I stepped into that cell. I was expecting to be tortured at some point when the goblins brought me here, however, and while a little pain is pleasurable I suffer just as much as any other should it be too much to cope."

Taking another deep breath she tried to calm herself as she considered what would happen to her next. "I understand where you're coming from here, but please, don't hold back on my account .. and break me quickly. I might be easy on the eyes, but I've got a little spirit left in me." The last part was spoken with a faint smile although the occasion forbid such a feeling from being entirely sincere.

“Eager to fill out as much pleasure as possible while still in you prime I see.” He smirked though he did not seem daunted by her look much. He was enjoying this touch and while he would not take her today, for like a wine the passage of time would make this all the more sweeter. It was the mere fact that there were other factors at present though he did not have to perform them. By all rights he had won their challenge and he had from this point to the end of the century to collect.

He then drew open the coat as he peered down at her chest, his rising and falling as he seemed to consider. He then drew up her top so it sat over her well endowed chest as he listened to her explain about Murk and the others.

“They can be a bit heavy handed for my tastes. But, unfortunately they are what I have to make due with. But you're free to lodge complaints about them. A little pain is pleasurable?”

He rubbed his chin briefly then gestured to one of the walls telekinetically drawing toys and the like over to him. He soon took up a scalpel cutting open her bra and promising to fix it later. He eyed her globes.

“But I do not wish to brake you, not just yet. I cannot capture the anguish well enough but it is only important to put on a good show for the idiot's out there. They're not expecting you to be broken after just you first day.”

He made a careful incision on the underside of her breast and smile to see how she took to that. “Deeper than that? Shallower? He touched the spot soon after with a yellow glowing finger magically healing the wound.

Not too much, he waited on her first as the magical healing coursed through her chest.

Nicodemus considered though. A little pain could be some what interesting, seeing that he had to do this chore anyway to find one that actually liked it, well that was certainly going to make things far more interesting for the angel.

When he started peeling off layer after layer of clothing the red head underneath him became a little more agitated, the blush on her cheeks deepened and while it should've bothered her she couldn't help but let him do with her as he pleased. The chamber wasn't quite as cold due to her earlier display of magic and he had proven himself the victor, it'd be a lot easier for the both of them if she simply accepted the role she'd be playing for the time being.

While she hadn't seen what his gesture had done she merely nodded in response to the question regarding her masochistic nature. Cutting open the last garment hiding the woman's ample breasts she could only anticipate what was about to happen as her orbs popped out of their restraining bra.

"I was assuming we wouldn't see each other too often until we've done whatever the witch wants from us, which is why I wanted you to get it over with." Swallowing hard she tried to carefully observe his every move though as the scalpel was placed against her, breaking the skin of a breast before slowly dragging along until he was finished, Ryu did her best not to move in case he might slip if she did so.

Holding her breath throughout the ordeal she felt every portion of sparked up pain and pleasure, spreading through the underside of that tender mound leaving a burning yet tingling sensation behind as it carried on inch by inch, fueling the beginnings of her arousal as her nipples began to harden in response. The woman couldn't resist this special touch, her lips trembling as she struggled to hold back any sort of appreciation though the ruby red pair parted briefly before he finished that first cut and a low, blissful moan spilled from them.

A pleasant shudder coursed through her then, her luscious form shivering ever so slightly as her head tilted sideways for a moment and her chest heaved and fell with each breath. She felt guilty for succumbing to the whims of the flesh so quickly, wondering if she should tell him just how the torture could please her the most. Rolling over the thought in her mind she noticed the pain ebb away slowly, her body almost disappointed as this long forgotten craving of hers was left unfulfilled. Part of her wondered if she ever had occasion in all these years she had no recollection of.

"Please, a little deeper this time .. It'll be more pleasant that way." It was almost ironic, having an angel heal the wound he inflicted only to cause another, but when she looked back at him her eyes were half lidded and already glazed over from what little he'd done to her, lips slightly parted as she let out those heated breaths.

Ryu was eager for more, arching her back and presenting her impressive bust to him with little shame as the pair swayed before him hypnotically, rocking back and forth ever so slightly in unison with her breathing pattern.

The display of those orbs had been indeed luscious. He could not resist touching them in a fashion and it had looked as if she had not minded, but who was this torturing really? He had won the right to take her but unlike most mortal beings Nicodemus was patient. He was in no rush to brake that spirit, all that was necessary was that they put on a good show for the ogre and the goblin, that her features didn't just contained the fact that she had a cheerful conversation with him.

“Oh, Tori expects all the new arrivals to be tortured. I am warden here, and other than she Murk and the others are clueless as to my true nature. It is not necessary to brake you and while I could leave your torture to one of the others I prefer to do it myself. While I am inexperienced at this sort of thing they are too heavy handed and crude, I will not have their actions on my conscious.”

Despite his current role he was once an agent for Heaven, a holy sword though he did not go into his fall from grace, only that he was here now. Alas everywhere he went now was hell though in this moment he could hope to recapture just a glimmer of what paradise was like.

Her response to the cut was ideal. The moan had answered his question, the disappoint that shone in her eyes when he healed the cut only told him to save all the healing to the end. He intended to do just that after the sample cut.

Still he was experienced in cutting swaths through heathens and hordes of demons not torture, but she was a blank canvass for him to practice his art so to speak. Leaning down he whispered into her ear. “Heaven will be your safe word, Flame.” Now straightening his posture as a finger rolls around her nipple finding it erect despite the heat.

She was anticipating this, it was clear and that had pleased him seeing that he had to perform this act anyway. He would rather her enjoy these little torments.

“We still have two guests coming and while our meetings may not be as frequent as I like we'll have some time before Gale and Roc join us … well, not for this but you'll see in time.

“You do not remember much due to the way you were captured I am told. Your memory had to be suppressed given the power of your magic. That and you had access to the Flame Serpent which could have decimated the golems so it was necessary to block your mind of Abdul and the Temple of Flame to even acquire you I am told.”

He grins. “Now let's see if you need that safe word.”

The torture provided a convenient excuse for touching those mounds again. He cuts her, deeper this time in the same fashion, observing the effects before calling a candle to him telekinetically from across the room. He sets it on the floor at his side, a flame dances from his finger tip briefly before igniting the candle and going out. He then cuts the other breast then drapes the flat of the scalpel down her chest before finding a nice spot, teasing her with a little nick that barely gets her blood flowing then a deeper gash follows chest beneath that first cut, a longer, somewhat jagged cut rather than a straight one, one that would scar if not for the fact that he intended to heal her magically afterward.

"Heaven it is." She grit her teeth as he brushes up against a breast, settling upon the areola there as he encircled a nipple with the slightest of touches, drawing out the semi erect nubs even further.

Distracting as her desire may be she absorbed the knowledge bestowed upon her by the angel, not that it was of any use to her. None of the people, locations or spells made any sense to her and while it may be true that her memory had been tampered with and not just induced memory loss through a concussion, there was nothing she could do about it. If it was Tori, she assumed that was the witch's name, then it'd be a miracle if anyone knew how to remove this blockade, or barrier or whatever it was that prevented her from recalling any of the events prior to arriving here without her noticing. Not in the prison anyway.

To the red head all that mattered little as the angel grinned, giving her exactly what she wants the woman smiled back at him warmly, lust ever present in her eyes as he cuts her again. This time he easily draws a higher pitched moan from her lips, cutting deeper than before she barely holds back, causing her form to tense up in that moment though she gasped when he finished with that cut allowing her a brief pause. "S-so good .. please .. please mo- Ahhh!"

Ryu didn't take notice of the candle as he sets fire to her other breast, the round orb of flesh erupting in a turmoil of pleasant pain much like he had done to its twin setting them ablaze with her darkest bodily desires. The ache had been so wonderfully sweet, running so deep as it soared through her chest in a mix of fantastic sensations. The woman mewled in delight then, begging for more as slowly the switches governing reason and sense were gradually flicked off.

"T-they .. hah .. ahn .. they feel like they're on fire .. don't stop .." Already had her nipples grown fully erect after that second cut and while it was only the start she was grateful that he didn't heal the wounds right away.

Drawing frantic breaths they finally got caught up in her throat as she felt the scalpel wandering along her skin, teasing her with the promise of something more exquisite than what she'd already received, a shiver running down her spinal column right before he puctures the skin. She exhaled once there as a faint, blissful noise escapes her, watching the tiniest droplet of blood form at the newest wound though she was too appreciative to care.

The pinnacle of stimulation had yet to be reached it seemed as he surprised her anew with another experimental motion of his hand. Underneath him the woman tilts her head back, her eyes fully closed while her vocalized approval started alternating between stifled moans and gasps, never entirely able to take a deep breath as the pain differed from the straight, simple cuts he'd applied earlier. This one was more intense and better in the sense that he hadn't reached her threshold for pain, ending in a rather lewd groan coming from the girl when he finished and the sharp stinging sensations began to sear through her from all across her chest. "Goodness! Ahhnn .. Unghh .." She took a moment to swallow the saliva left in her mouth. "I'm .. I'm gonna melt .."

She bent slightly at the knees although she couldn't get free, setting them back down she was being assaulted by the wounds as though fingers and mouths were handling her roughly, the pain being a mere bonus as it added to the lusty fire welling up within her core. Ryu had a hard time not being able to move, not to sate the longing she felt. She ended up gently jutting out her chest in frustration as she looked at him then, regaining some minor composure at last. "M-more .. Flame wants more .."

Tori was indeed the name of the witch. She existed on Brindel and had chosen the four elementalists that she wanted. Now she was collecting them for her own ends but for both of them it had not mattered at that moment.

“Then let me cool them off.” If they were hot then the damp coolness settles around one, suckling pleasantly on that orb as he makes another incision on her side. He loved hearing her gasp and moan as he applied the very cuts that had turned her on.

She anted more and while he himself throbbed with want as he moved on to the next breast he devoured it as well as he makes another incision beneath the first.

“Oh, we are just getting warmed up, Flame.” He set one hand about her throat, squeezing as he nicks the side of her leg adding to the blood already smeared about her body. He cuts off the air supply, then releases the hold before she passes out. He may have been inexperienced at this sort of thing but he was a healer an knew just how much he could get away with.

Nicodemus had all sorts of healing capabilities that all but the least of angels had access to. He had learned a lot in his dealings with all manner of injuries.

The candle burned as much as he burned for her at that moment. He leaned down and stole a kiss from her lips, something told him that she would not mind.

He then slapped her, not too hard, judging her reaction first where he could scale it up or not use it at all depending on her reaction.

“Oh, your not going to melt, not yet anyway.” He cuts her again, this time on the chest, his hand twisting mid way in that cut to widen the wound a little.

Setting the scalpel aside he sets a single hand on a breast leaning back down to suckle the globe, a finger moving into the recent wound, teasing it into opening wider. “Soon, Flame, you will melt. Once you are properly prepared.”

"Ahh! T-thank you!" Ryu mewled away happily as the conflicting dampness settled atop one of her breasts, contrasting with the onrush of the other as blood flowed into it the more he played with the pair and despite the gradual albeit slow loss of blood they swelled up a little in size, another incision drawing another excited moan from the masochist as the throbbing pain simply added to the collective of similarly arousing wounds.

By the time he cut her again she was putty in his hands, her facial expression exuded sheer happiness as another gash drew blood from her mounds though she showed no signs of suffering, still, letting out another groan of approval.

"Mmmhh .. I feel so hot in- Agh!" Although when he reached for her throat one would reason she had to be afraid for various reasons, but she didn't concern herself with such mundane thoughts as he applied pressure there, the latest incision drawing all the air from the red head as she moaned weakly in response. While she tried to breathe she found that she couldn't, her eyes widening at that realisation though her vision soon became sluggish. Even then she kept the struggle against his ministrations to a minimum, not moving a muscle even before the lack of air put her in a stupor and her eyes began to slowly roll back into her head, her focus wavering, having the woman nearly pass out though thankfully he allowed her to fill her lungs with air just then.

Despite that she somehow felt as though he didn't truly put her in danger, if anything the fact he held such strength and took control of her, bringing her into a state of submission aroused Ryu even further. "Yes .. kiss me .." Needless to say she couldn't deny such a strong male, a male angel at that and when he kissed her she returned the same gesture with a certain sense of vigor.

The pain drove her body onward in this moment of peace, moaning into his lips before he decided to interrupt this intimacy of theirs, the sound of the flat of his palm slapping her across the face filled the chamber briefly. Nicodemus had found an expression of shock on her face just then though in that very moment she bucked her hips upward, the fabric of her panties dampening and without a doubt her pants right after as they were drenched in her juices. His rough and humiliating treatment had turned her on so much that part of her orgasmic release had spilled forth, trickling from her concealed flower only to be absorbed by the garments though she hadn't truly come.

"Nicodemus is so rough .." Almost immediately her blissful expression returned, facing him anew as if ready to be slapped again. "Hah .. ahn .. So wonderfully rough .." Her cheeks were already flushed in a deep tone of red but he had managed to deepen it ever so slightly on the one he hit. Even there, as the skin burned with soreness, she was loving every bit of it.

"Please .. I can't help it." The next cut started off like any other, although when he twisted the scalpel halfway through she cried out in pain, leaving her body trembling and shaking with pent up lust as he descended on her. Biting her lower lip in order to muffle another moan she suddenly gasps at the intrusion of his finger into that wound, he was getting closer to causing pain above pleasure but before that happened he'd likely drive her to an orgasm, it seemed. "Please prepare me .. ahh, your lips .. Nick's lips on my breast .. Ah! Ahhn .. please .. I want to melt .. s-so much .."

She had approved now of his touching, of his licking. Earlier a little grope had incited her though now the masochist had been caught up with such pleasure that she allowed him to take advantage of this moment.

He was not a sadist but one might have found that he was contrary to that given how hard he was, given how he pulsed with desire in having her then and there. He refrained of course, now was definitely not the time.

He dominated her with that single hand like a vice upon her neck though it had loosened soon given rise to his lips pressing against her own, sweeping against the ripeness of them as he tasted the excitement in them.

Nicodemus had to tell himself that it was not yet time to take her though he doubted that she would complain if he took that moment to press into her. But rather than do just that and bring an immediate end to there fun he knew it would be sweeter with a bit of build up.

The shocked look had fooled him initially. He expected a complaint though it never came, it just caught her off guard. He could see the desire returning to her face just as he could smell faint traces of her arousal.

He rubbed the side of her face that he had struck. “You like it a bit rough.” He smacked her again, a little harder now, more confident as he struck her.

He grinned, knowing that he could heal any wound that went to far he was cautious but not overly so as he widened that recent cut, his finger barely beneath the surface of the skin. He had wondered how this would be … he had an idea though her request came before he could invoke it.

“Gladly,” his lips swept over a mound, this time his teeth grazing against the nipple as he bit it roughly tugging a bit one it as a hand drifted along her bloodied flank.