The two silent figures moved into the Relic room. He left her side long enough to stoke the fire, causing the flames to light up the room. Moving back across the room, he placed his hands upon her shoulders, taking away the cloak once more. After hanging it for her, he returned to her side.

Stepping close to his body, her fingers reached for his shirt, pulling it free from his pants. He bent at the waist slightly so she could draw the material over his head. Tossing it aside negligently, her fingers played along planes of sinew and muscle, tracing curves, slight dips and hills. He stood stock still as her hands sated their need to touch. After a soft kiss between his shoulder blades, she reached around from behind, untying his breeches. Her palms slid down over his hips, removing the material. He stepped clear of it, giving it a slight kick.

Her palms slid back up the backs of his thighs, up over his buttocks. They splayed out over his lower back. Her tongue traced the path her palms had covered only moments before. As her tongue trailed up his spine, her fingers slid over his hips, moving slowly over his abdomen, feeling the muscles there contract from her contact, coming to rest around the hardness at the apex of his upper thighs. Softly she stroked him as she stood behind, molding her body into his back.

With one final stroke, she strode around him, leading him to The Relic, placing him face first to its surface. She fastened his wrists and ankles in place before stepping back to admire the view he presented. She smiled as she turned to retrieve the whip that had been lovingly left upon the polished surface of a nearby table. Cradling it in her palm, she moved closer to the man now locked to The Relic.

Holding the handle in her palm, she lifted her hand backward before bringing it forward, the lash of the whip moving forward with skill and honed perfection. It landed on the smooth surface of the man's back lovingly. The lash raised and moved back and forward, time and time again, leaving its kiss on the man's back. The woman's eyes lovingly took in the scenery before her, his fingers wrapped around the leather bindings holding him to the metal, his body arching under each stroke of leather that graced his skin.

Momentarily her eyes closed as she mentally visualized his manhood, hard, throbbing, pulsating. Her mouth suddenly felt dry and her tongue darted across her lips to moisten them. She never missed a stroke. His body grew red and angry-looking under her ministrations.

A final flick of the whip across his bronze buttocks and she placed the whip upon the fireplace mantel before stepping up on the dais to release his ankles, saving his wrists for last. This was done with good reason, for she knew that which was about to come. He stood immobile as she released his wrists and before she could take a breath, he had whirled upon her, his own hands flashing out to switch their places, but 'twas only her wrists he secured to The Relic.

Metal flashed in the firelight as the sound of clothing being ripped asunder was the only sound to be heard other than their harsh breathing. No sooner had he flipped the stiletto away, than his fingers had dug into the tender flesh of her thighs, pulling them apart with gentle savagery. Of their own volition, her legs lifted as they made to surround his hips, the lips of her feminine cavern opening against the onslaught of his staff.

Her legs locked at the ankles just above the upper curve of his buttocks. His fingers ripped away the veil from her face. Their eyes held as he drove himself deeply into her body. The veil floated to the floor unheeded as her body arched and shuddered with his possession. He drove himself into her time and time again, fanning within her the same fire she had kindled in him. His fingers roamed her flesh freely, rubbing, tweaking, pulling. He leaned forward to lick the sheen of moisture from her skin, inhaling her arousal and taking her for his own.

His finger slipped between her lower lips and paused momentarily to feel himself moving with her, before seeking out that small hard throbbing pearl that rested above her opening. His finger rubbed in the wetness along those lips before dragging it back to lubricate that inflamed pearl. His continued thrusting pressed her back against the cold hard steel of the Relic as her body writhed, impaled upon his. As his finger rubbed back and forth against her nub, his eyes sought hers once more. Clearly the passion and animal lust was written on both faces for each to see. He relished the darkening of her eyes as he thrust deeply and ground himself into her. She relished the flare of fire deep in his eyes as her inner muscles squeezed and milked him.

Their peak came upon them all too fast for their liking, but like an avalanche, there was no slowing nor stopping of it. His hands gripped her hips tightly. Her thigh muscles clutched him. With a final harsh thrust inside her, he was still, spilling into her welcoming depths. Her own body was rigid, in the throes of passion peaking. She was of conflicting mind, to pull him into her as deeply as she could or to try and open herself wider. It mattered not, for he as well as she, was held in thrall of desires met and spent.

His fingers released her from her bindings before they slipped beneath her buttocks to hold her to him. Her arms encircled his shoulders, as she dropped her face into the side of his neck. He strode to a chair sitting at an angle to the fireplace and dropped into it, making sure not to dislodge her. He winced slightly at the sting of his back against the material of the chair. His fingers combed through her hair over and over again until their breath evened out and grew deeper.

As sleep claimed them both, a prize well won, each could have sworn they heard a husky ancient chuckle by the door behind them. If they had but looked, perhaps they would have glimpsed a ruby, hung from a chain, twinkling but for a moment in the soft glow of firelight before it was gone.

Relic Room

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Ice and Fire
To Madame
Controlled Release

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