What do you get when two ruthless assassins raise their daughter travelling through the wildest reaches of Caido? Take one look at Theea and you'll get a pretty good idea. Cheerful and tenacious in equal measure, and curious beyond all else, she began her journey on a mission to find those her mother once called family. And find them she did, soon rubbing elbows with demigods, leaders and even ghosts from the past. Her determination is resolute, her thirst for knowledge unmatched. We can't wait to see where her next adventure takes her!
Congratulations, Theea!
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Oh he absolutely does have a different idea in mind. And so much so, that the curve of his smirk is stark against the curve of his face. The mischief in her gaze certainly adds to the thoughts that bloom, of what it might mean to make a friend with her. “What if I do?” He purrs, spreading his hand up against the flat of her stomach until his fingertips can brush against the curve and swell of her breasts.
Pierce doesn’t care who’s all in the bar right now, his only focus is her and the perfect twist of her lips as she says she’s heard of his endeavors. And Pierce can’t do much but snort, inclining his head to press a brief kiss with the promise of more to the silken smooth skin against her cheek by her ear. “Might hurt for a second, but you’ll feel so much better after.” He withdraws, curls falling into his face as he scans her to see what she thinks. “You up for it?” A teasing taunt he knows she can’t refuse, not like Pierce needs permission at all for the plans surging through his head.
Thal doesn't pay as much attention to his words as much as his body, the shift of his hand moving deliciously higher despite the crowded bar around them making her breathing shallow. Maybe it's her earlier actions, or who Pierce is, but most of them make the smart decision to look away, even as she can still sense the stolen glances of people turning their backs like the two of them might want 'privacy.'
She tilts her head as he presses his lips against the side of her cheek, a smile spreading across her face while warmth floods her veins. His voice is like a whispered secret meant only for her, and she doesn't even hesitate in her response, twisting barely enough so he can see the glint in her eyes. "Pain never scared me." Her words are dark and suggestive, a purr of permission for him to do his worst.
Perhaps she should be more cautious, concerned about what kind of 'pain' a member of the Family might have in mind, about what kind of damage it might do; but Thal has never been one to back down from a challenge, and the line between pleasure and pain has always been blurred for her.
His grin blooms with her acceptance, a knowing look given to her when he sees the glint in her gaze. She should be more careful, if she cared what other people would think. But without the springs to fix everyone back to normal and with her being low enough on the radar of everyone — except for Safrin’s pup — he’s confident her cunning nature would suit them very well.
The hand against her middle withdraws slightly, reaching to twist her around so she faces him and he can pin her with the bulk of his body, curving her deliciously against the top of the bar. “I think you’re gonna have a lot more fun.” Pierce purrs, before he keeps one hand on her hip and the other withdraws, forming a fist that is just delicate enough to not be his full strength to actually hurt her, but deliberate enough that it’ll have the desired effect, he aims the punch for her shoulder before following up the pain with a devouring kiss, letting the infection spread into her skin and mind, waiting.
Pierce has infected Thalassa!
Magic: Terrible Touch | Any recipient of a direct punch from Pierce is rendered Infected. Infected characters/creatures are very receptive to suggestions and directions from The Family, and are eager to please them. This effect grows stronger with proximity to members of The Family. Type:Dark | Rank: Mastered
Meaning Thalassa is now a friend of the family:
Magic: Friend of the Family | Character has been Infected by a member of The Family. Character is very receptive to suggestions and directions from The Family, and are eager to please them. This effect grows stronger with proximity to members of The Family. Type:Dark | Rank: Mastered
Curious as to what he may have in mind, she doesn't fight Pierce as he turns her. It sends a thrill through her when he pins her body, the wood of the bar top biting into her spine as it arches into his touch. He moves quickly, and she grins as she braces for something pleasantly painful, an eagerness evident in the sheen of her eyes.
A punch is not what she expects, and Thal gasps as the pain radiates from her shoulder, a blinding purple-white flashing across her vision as she recoils. Her immediate instinct is rage and the urge to hit him back, her body tensing to attack - but his mouth covers her gasp just as the sensation reaches the base of her skull. It spreads like ink in water, a single violet drop amongst the blue of her mind that becomes larger with every shift of the current. Slowly, the anger recedes like the tide, encouraging her to give in to the kiss, to drown in the feeling.
Thal leans into Pierce, wrapping her arms around the back of his head to pull him closer, wanting more of the sweet taste of his lips. It's like an addictive drug that makes the purple swell of her thoughts crash pleasantly against her senses. Everything is heightened; sharper, brighter, stronger, and she delights in the dark purple hue of it all. A low groan rumbles from her throat as she gives in, tightening her fingers in his curls.
The trap is set, and his punch is the equivalent of the door snapping down on a live trap – a slam enough to see stars, and he feels the way she tenses immediately as the pain of the punch occurs, as it radiates through her in solar flares tinged violet. And Pierce, ever the observant bruiser, presses against her as the lavender aurora spreads through her veins. All at once the pain she endures is gone, replaced by becoming a Friend.
Ah, and Pierce is infinitely pleased with this outcome. Her arms wind around the back of his head and he surges into her, deepening the kiss briefly before he pulls away a fraction, hands smoothing out along her sides, one slipping in under the small of her back to arch her against him. “Wasn't so bad, huh?” Comes the low hum, his baritone voice loud enough for her ears only before piercing blue eyes slip to the bartender with a sharp intention that has him departing – and whomever else in the Hart that doesn’t want to stick around.
Then, his focus is back on her, leaning into her and tugging at the hem of her shirt – all drinks forgotten in favor for indulgence.
It may be a trap, but it's a very enjoyable snare laced with lavender honey that Thal happily stumbles upon. The pain lasts only a second, every brush of Pierce transforming the initial rejection and discomfort into purple pleasure and indigo delight. She loses all interest in fighting or retaliating, wondering why she'd waited so long to seek him out.
When he draws back, Thal finds herself smiling sharply, the ache of her shoulder but a distant memory in the haze of her mind. Her blue eyes look almost violet as she blinks up at him, her arms still tangled comfortably in his hair as she hums. "Mmm. Never felt anything quite like it," she tilts her head up towards him, a teasing smirk on her lips, "but I think you can do better." It's almost a compliment the way she says it - even as the challenge lingers in her tone - and as he leans down into her, Thal couldn't care less who sticks around to watch. They should count themselves lucky.
She finds it harder to resist touching him, the way it makes her mind flare, the way she wants to let him indulge in her, to take from her. Her hips shift to help release her blouse form her pants, letting his hands slip beneath so he might feel the warmth of her skin while she arches into his touch. Trailing her hands down his body, they're almost reverent, eager in their quest to find skin. The need feels sharper than usual, her desire to have Pierce against every inch of her stronger than she's felt before, and she bites her lip coyly as she looks up at him, all seduction and want tied with a purple bow.
“Oh, I can.” He purrs to her, but seeing as she’s exactly where and how he wants her, there’s very little want from the bruiser to indulge in that portion. Especially when she shifts so that he can slip her shirt off, the fabric of the blouse whispering against her soft and warm skin. He tugs it up further, and whomever’s chosen to stay in the White Hart tonight will definitely get a show.
He obliges her, eventually, after the coy look meets him, his vibrant blues taking in every inch of her want and desire. Curving over her, the hand at the small of her back departs if only so he can slip his shirt off too, adding it to the mix of her blouse. Warm skin meets warm skin, each taught muscle beneath Pierce’s skin like a rock as he presses against her and slips his hands down her sides, thumbs hooking into the waistband of her pants, hitching her against him to feel the clear arousal building there within his own pants. “You wanna give ‘em a show?” He asks playfully, his voice low again for her ears only as his blunt teeth scrape against the soft bit of skin beneath her ear.
The people that linger in the bar are the farthest thing from her mind, but even if they weren't, she's never been a shy person. As he strips her blouse from her body, the rush of cold air against her skin only makes her more eager to lean into Pierce, to feel the warmth of his touch all over her. Luckily, she doesn't have to wait long for his shirt to follow, and her hands immediately move to his chest, his waist, his arms, his abs. They trail, teasing and delicate, her nails hinting at more while she basks in the firm muscles beneath her fingertips, the power and strength they hint at.
With barely a hint of effort, he pulls her closer, where she can feel every inch of him through their pants. Her fang clamps down on a moan that threatens to escape, but she can't hide the slow flushing of her cheeks or the pounding of her pulse. One hand coils through his hair again, the other wrapping around his back as if begging him not to pull away, her body craving his every touch.
She sucks in a breath, her eyes fluttering closed as she lifts her head to feel his teeth against her throat. "Let them watch if they dare." Although, if they prove to be in the way, she won't hesitate to dispose of them. But it's not only about what she wants, and Thal tilts her eyes enough to scan him, teasing with a hint of a desire to please as she asks, "Unless you'd prefer a private show?"
Their shirts are shed and Pierce curls over her, his body warm and flaring with heat in contrast to the cold wood bar that bites into her back. Her hands move across his chest, along his stomach and muscles, before she’s wrapping around him, hand in his hair, keeping him close. Not that Pierce will complain.
His hands trail down her body to their pants, parting only enough to slip his hands in between, fumbling with the button to her pants. “I could care less.” He admits in a gruff tone, flashing her an amused smirk before he manages to start tugging the rest of her clothes down. His hands are warm as they wind around her thighs, diving in to capture another kiss before his fingertips curve inward. Aiming to see what kind of sounds she can make, he shifts them just enough to find her heat, toying with her before he manages to work at his own pants button.
Thal doesn't mind the heat of his touch, savoring every place that their skin comes in contact. Even if she wasn't pinned against the bar, she'd be pressing into him, doing everything she can to have their bodies closer. The only exception is when he reaches between them, his hands working at her pants while she lifts a devious grin to his ear, dark and tinged with smoke. "Good. Let's show them what their missing."
It's only as she feels the rest of her clothes fall that she pulls back, just in time for him to steal her lips. Her mind erupts again in a flash of purple pleasure, deep and deliciously toxic. She presses into the kiss like a swimmer coming up for air, mouth open and hungry for what greets her. Between every seductive movement and drag of her fangs, Thal is aware of his hands traversing lower, her legs spreading with the heat through her veins, inviting. The pressure of her own fingers increases as if she might guide his hands to the right spot, just...
There.
It's brief, fleeting, teasing, and not enough. Her hips roll towards his fingers and her breath hitches, devolving into a moan against his lips that she lets ring for him, uncaring about the others that might still be lingering in the bar. She's much too invested in the growing need and the way her body seems to be singing a dark melody, calling for him. The need only grows with every touch, begging him to show her that violet abyss that she knows exists, the symphony beyond.
She moves to help him with the buttons of his own pants, a hunger in her movements that does nothing to hinder her deft fingers. The moment they're released, she's pushing them past his hips, already reaching for him, stroking, appreciating. Her hands are slow and indulgent, excitement sparking through her.
She’s eager, that much Pierce can tell. Her body like a live wire beneath his touch, electric and greedy. It has been a while, honestly. The last time they’d tangoed like this, Rae’s Fingers had been flooding and time had been of the essence. Here, though? There’s the thrill of the audience, and with as much time as he wants to drive her crazy. And that’s his intention, diving in and finding her center, letting her take the moment to shift and adjust to help him get there (as if he didn’t know where to go). But it’s fleeting, a soft touch to get her going, swallowing down the moan that passes her lips as he smirks into it.
“Much better this go around, huh?” He teases her easily, withdrawing from the kiss as she shifts to focus on his pants that keep him separated from her. It’s her turn now, to drag those rumbling baritone sounds from him - and she does it well. She takes him, slow and indulgently, and his fingertips tighten around her thighs, the low hum of his own appreciation escaping him as his length twitches in her touch. One hand curves up her body, to the swell of her breast to pinch at the hard nipple he finds there, the other slipping to the curve of her ass, hitching her up, giving her the opportunity to line him up with her, provided she didn’t want to keep playing for a few moments longer. Either way, his hips still roll into her hand easily, greedily.
Her eyes flutter open as he breaks the kiss, her tongue flicking out to run along her lips as she considers his question. The night is still young, and she has no doubt it will end spectacularly, but even the purple pulses don't quite reach the tier of 'orgasm,' her smirk sharpening when her fingers finally reach around him. "Almost." Any other smart-ass remarks are swallowed in the sounds he makes, Thal's delight at his pleasure acting as a catalyst for her own while she focuses on heating her hands just enough to enhance the sensation of her attentions along every inch of him.
Pierce's own attentions don't go unnoticed, especially as her back arches and her head falls back in a soft gasp. It's still not enough - Thal wishes his mouth would replace his fingers, that he'd bite or twist to bring about that delicious flare of pain, to use his strength to make her fall apart around him. The slight tightening of her grasp says everything her sharp grin doesn't, and as he gives her the chance to line them up, she does so without hesitation.
She drags his tip over her entrance, resisting every urge to buck and roll so that he might have the control. Her voice is breathy and thick with lustful desire when she moves to hover her mouth over his. "Take me, Pierce." It's as much a plea as an instinctual demand, her fiery blue eyes flaring purple in the reddish undertones of the bar.
Turning her head, she exposes her throat as she moves closer, her mouth brushing his ear in a secretive exchange of passion. "And don't be gentle." She drags a fang over his lobe, teasing and provocative with the whisper of her hot breath. "I won't break." A challenge, a dare, a wish. Whatever he might take it as, Thal lays it down.
Heat blooms through him as she applies some heat, a low wicked hum of appreciation leaving him as he indulges in her touch, making the impulsive plan of just how to drive her crazy. His hips shift when he lets her have the option to line them up, craving the feel of her, getting a glimpse of it as she refrains from bucking her hips against him as her slick heat greets him. Smirking slightly and twisting lightly at her nipple, he still hesitates. Just enough for her to rise and give him her plea and demand, wrapped up in a pretty bow.
His other hand curves around her hip, pressing up against the Ancient’s lower back to arch her into him. “Don’t get too eager. You’ll ruin the surprise.” He purrs, taking the moment of distraction to give her what she wishes. His hips rock into hers, sinking into her with an indulgent growl. A shiver races down his spine, his arms growing a bit more possessive as he leans in, hovering over her as he bites at the exposed portion of her neck, enough to leave a dark mark as he snaps his hips again, keeping her pressed against him, waiting for the beautiful sounds to leave her lips.
The press of his hand is an invitation to tighten the hold of her legs around him, the leather of her boots rough against the back of his thighs while Thal arches into him with every touch. Her breath is thick in her lungs, blue eyes hooded with lust as the purr of his promise coils in the pit of her stomach.
A dark chuckle leaves her lips, smoke and shadows weaving seductive trails. "I've never been a patient -" Her words cut off in a gasp that cascades into a loud moan as Pierce thrusts forward, stretching her wide open. Thal feels the pressure flood to the top of her head, hot and violently purple all at once. There's a fog that stifles every thought other than the man inside her. It's nothing like she's experienced before, and she immediately rolls into the contact, unable to resist the desire coursing through her, the desire for that fog to devour her whole.
She grips his strong shoulders, nails biting into his skin at the same moment his teeth meet the curve of her neck. Just as she pulls in a small breath of anticipation, Pierce snaps his hips again, his bite a delicious punctuation to the pleasure that bursts through her, sharp and sizzling like the air that hisses through her teeth.
Thal rolls her body down his, rocking into his hips as she angles her mouth at his ear again. Her teeth grit through the tingling that occupies her nerves, strain starting into the breathy tone of her voice when she demands, "Harder."
