A New Sun Rises - Maxical's Adventures, The Truth Behind The Oblivion Crisis Options

[Remko]

Aaarghh... nicely built tension between Gils and Fathis.. I see no other way to end the strive between those two except for on the sharp end of a blade.. But then again, I am not mALX...

BRING IT ON!

[Rachel the Breton]

Love these last chapters, mALX! I think poor Maxical's view of love has been tainted by Gils-the-sex-fiend, LOL. Not that Fathis has provided much to compare him to, though, by practically running away from her...up until now she has only seen two extremes, and thinks that it's either all or nothing...so she doesn't get where Fathis seems to be coming from...can't wait to see where this leads!

@Destri...LOL...interesting observations. I don't think that she is unaware of the problem of her thinking of Gils while she's with Fathis, though; I took the line where she's thinking "As he detailed the people who helped run the chain, my thoughts stayed distracted by his averted face…and wondering what Gils was doing" to be sort of a guilty acknowledgment of her torn feelings. And I think she uses the gossip of Fathis' past dalliances as a reference to his try to explain his current behavior (not looking at her, etc.). But, you're right about her jumping to conclusions without giving him the benefit of the doubt while (rightly) taking him to task for doing the same. At the risk of making excuses for my favorite Khajiit ( ), though, I am inclined to think her current assumption making might have been aided by his past poor behavior...if he's capable of being an unthinking fool here, why not there...

[mALX]

@ Treydog - You caught the starchy crease in the undies prank !!! ROFL !!! It was an accident when I did it, I was just trying to iron my husband's boxer shorts so they would look un-wrinkled in the drawer. Of course, they had to be folded, which put the crease right up the butt crack - OUCH !!! I learned not to ever do that again! Lol.

PS: I love it when a reader speculates, it doesn't bother me at all. I am terrible for speculating what future chapters will bring when I read everyone's stories too, so don't feel bad or hold back !!!!

Thank you so much Treydog !!!!

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@ Naughty Haute - Oh, I love your insight into that chapter !!! Thank you so much Haute !!!!

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@ Acadian - I think Gils is finally starting to figure things out. He may be bright in some things, but he's real slow to change. Fathis is caught between a rock and a hard place, but he's very quick to learn...and right now Maxical is a mess. (how does that old song go..."Torn between two lovers, feeling like a fool, loving both of you is breaking all the rules...")

Thank you so much Acadian !!!

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@ Destri - YEAH !!!! Someone caught that besides me !!!! She did jump to conclusions - and then proceeded to get angry over them as if they were fact !!! Oh yeah, she is not totally innocent in the problems between her and Fathis.

I will give her a break on how many times she thinks about Gils since they only broke up hours beforehand (and she had been intimately involved with him), and Fathis hasn't been around her in months.

That said, women actually do take a long time to quit rehashing X's in their minds, lol.

BTW, I've got a chapter coming up that I may call, "Ode To Regina" in honor of a comment you made on your thread. I wrote it off a comment you made on here a long time ago - and then the other day you mentioned Regina on your thread (not sure if it is the same person, but you should really enjoy that chapter!)

Thank you so very much Destri !!!

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@ Remko - WOO HOO !!! Thank you so much Remko !!!! I don't know if (after seeing Maxical's reaction) Fathis could put her through what killing Gils would do to her. I doubt he'll tell her that though, keep the fear in her so she doesn't go back to him.

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@ Rachel - AWESOME !!!! You nailed everything right on the head !!! We absolutely must think alike !!! You ROCK !!!! Thanks Rachel !!!!

[mALX]

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Chapter 53: Truth Before Dying


Gils ducked inside Crowhaven and crept along, feeling his way down the dark passageways. Maxical’s spell would be handy right now, it would help to know if he was alone in here. The door to the vault creaked loudly as he pushed it open. Gils froze, listening. The air was still and heavy, eerily silent…where was Lord Lovidicus?

Sliding in quietly, he hadn’t gone far before he got his answer. Pieces of Lord Lovidicus’s body were everywhere. Gils grabbed several candles from the sconces and bunched them together in one hand for more light, but the vastness of the room dwarfed even that.

Just ahead, dimly lit by intermittent sconces appeared to be bookcases. Gils moved toward them, but then realized they were up on a balcony. He felt around till he found stairs leading up. At the top of the stairs was a corridor, both walls lined with bookshelves.

Grabbing several books, Gils ripped the pages out and crumpled them into a pile. He tipped the candles in his hand, dripping a waxy trail over the heap as he lit the top page. It ignited rapidly. The flames following the trails of wax made a hissing sound that sent a chill down Gils’ back. He gave an involuntary shiver. It was the same sound the vampires had made before dying. He glanced around, beginning to feel nervous about being here.

The tinder dry paper caught up all at once with a loud ’poof‘. Gils jumped back in surprise and slid on something. Vomit, probably Maxical’s…and another piece of Lord Lovidicus.

A thin trail of blood wound across the balcony and disappeared in a darkened alcove. Gils followed it, not even sure why he did. He hesitated at the yawning mouth of blackness before extending his handful of candles into it.

With a shouted curse Gils jumped back, falling backwards over a wooden chest on the floor. He scrambled up and shot across the balcony toward the fire, stumbling several times in his headlong charge. Gils pushed his back against the corner of the wall behind the roaring fire and doubled over, retching and heaving as if to vomit but none came.

The horror of that sight felt etched into him, he may never be free of that memory…the demented face of Lord Lovidicus…fangs like boar tusks curving out of that twisted mouth…his severed head piked on Aggie’s sword. Aggie had killed his own father. Not just killed him, tore him to pieces.

Dear gods, Maxical and Owyn were right. Aggie was insane! Gils fell back against the wall, feeling as if the floor rocked under him. He let Maxical spend time alone with Aggie…told her Aggie needed his protection…and he was capable of this? Oh dear gods what had he done?

Flames began shooting up the side of one set of shelves across from him, catching it on fire. It illuminated that section of the vault, even the ceiling. As if drawn, Gils looked up. As far up as the eye could see on the walls…even on the ceiling in places…were sprays of blood.

With a shudder Gils realized what had been so strange about the pieces of Lord Lovidicus’s body…there was no blood around them, no blood except that one thin trail that led him to that horrible sight in the alcove…as if it were a path meant to be followed by someone. But who? Himself?

As soon as the thought hit, Gils knew beyond a doubt it was for himself that trail was left. But why? His sword.

Sparks from the fire were popping and crackling. Gils had to move to keep from being burned. Before he could take a step, a roaring sound came from the wall beside him. That whole row of bookcases was blazing now, the tinder dry books exploding and shooting sparks as they caught up. Flames roared across the corridor from both sides, completely blocking the exit. Gils hurried toward the other end of the balcony, looking for any exit that would help him escape the fire that was rapidly spreading toward him as furniture and wall hangings began catching fire.

The candles were gone, he must have dropped them. Gils was glancing around for a way off the balcony when the alcove caught his eye. Of their own volition his feet brought him to the edge of its once dark chasm, his arm stretched forward…reaching in for Aggie’s sword.

The blazing vault now lit the alcove, his hand was almost touching the blood crusted hilt…just inches from the leering face frozen in its death mask. Firelight flickered across the gleaming fangs and glittering eyes, giving the impression the severed head still lived.

What are you waiting for? Get the sword, it’s Aggies, he’ll want it back. Hurry before the fire spreads here…

Gils forced his hand down. What was he doing? The vault burning to the ground around him, he may be trapped in here…reaching to touch something that made his stomach churn…for Aggie! Why?

Aggie kept adding more secrets that had to be covered so people would think he was normal…Gils had given up his life without even knowing why, everything he cared about…gone. His music, family, love…there was nothing left. What now? Would Aggie kill him like he did his own parents? Gils’ father…

Unbidden memories of his own father’s death came, the green tint…the mortician had given him an odd look, Gils never knew why…till now. Had he been protecting his father’s killer all these years?

Just get the sword, you know you’re going to…just do it.

Gils hand drew closer to the hilt. Why was he doing this? He didn’t want to! Was it Aggie making him do it? It couldn’t be, he was in jail.

Maxical said the vampire disease was spread through the blood. The sword hilt was covered in it. Gils looked down at his hands, they were raw with scratches and cuts from feeling his way in the dark. He drew his hands back quickly.

Scenes flashed before his eyes…Aggie as a sickly baby who always seemed to be barely clinging to life…Gils had to come in off the road touring with his band to care for him. The parents said he was only healthy and happy when Gils was there…then they were both suddenly taken ill. Aggie couldn’t have been two years old then, an infant. Too young for manipulation, that couldn‘t have been an act. But if he inherited superhuman strength, wouldn’t he have had it then?

Gils was called in from a road trip again, told bullies were picking on Aggie for his blue coloring. Gils had to teach him to fight, protect himself. Yet…Gils remembered seeing Aggie barehanded at seven years old dismantling the shed because something he wanted was in it. He had the super strength even then…so why did Gils have to give up his music to train him? It was another one of those decisions he never would have made…but did.

Gils started to reach for the sword again. He wouldn’t do that. It had to be Aggie. Gils forced his hand back down.

The flames behind him suddenly roared and reflected in the glassy stare of Lord Lovidicus’s eyes. A loud crash sounded behind him and something smashed against his leg. Gils spun around. He was sealed into the alcove by a wall of flames.

The smell of the oil used in lamps filled the air and he heard a footfall. Behind the flames was the shape of a large man…Aggie.

“You’re right Gils, it’s me. Where’s that [censored] Maxical. She should be here with you.�

“We split up. Why should she be here?�

“Toss me that sword Gils, I need it.�

“It’s diseased, Aggie. It‘ll make you sick.�

“That’s my sword, Gils. Everyone looks for it when I fight in the Arena. You’re right there, won’t you get it for me big brother?� Aggie’s voice was wheedling, needling something in Gils.

And then Gils felt it, the pressure to do Aggie’s will…his arm reached toward the sword as if of its own volition.

Dear gods, it had been Aggie all along…some kind of mind control. Gils drew on every bit of willpower he had and fought against it.





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“Our hands are cut, Aggie. We can’t touch that sword. I’ll buy you a new one when we get out of here.�

“No, I want that one. Your father gave that to me.�

“My father! You never told me that before…�

Gils felt like the floor rock under his feet. He had come home…from the yard he heard Aggie yelling, cursing Gils’ father. Gils ran to his fathers room…Aggie wanted the sword. His father was clutching it feebly in shaking hands, refusing to give it. He died later that night. Aggie produced that sword his first fight at the Arena and told Gils he bought it from Haki. Dear gods, Aggie really had killed Gils’ father…dear gods.

“I told you. He gave you the bow and me the sword. He told my mother too.�

“I can’t ask her now, can I?� Gils was gauging Aggie’s voice position to either aim a hit or plan an escape.

“No. Hurry Gils, I don’t want the sword to burn up in the fire.�

“Aggie, when you fight vampires you catch their disease…it’s spread by blood. You need to hurry to Anvil, go straight to the healer so they can cure you before you become like him.�

“Like…who…Gils?�

“Like Lord Lovidicus. You can’t help what he was Aggie. It’s not your fault.�

“I don’t trust you with my secrets anymore, Gils. You told that [censored] everything, now all Cyrodiil knows. She was supposed to be with you.�

“Why, you killing me?�

“Both of you. She‘ll get hers.�

“Then come get your sword yourself. I’m not touching it. It’ll burn with me.�

While Agronak roared curses, Gils looked around quickly. Everything was covered in blood, he dared not touch anything. The small dresser nestled in the alcove was beginning to burn. Gils slid the lowest drawer out using his toe…loincloths, but they’d have to do. He grabbed two, covering his hands with them and jerked the sword out of the severed head. He tucked his father’s sword behind the back of the drawer, then eased the drawer closed. Steeling himself, Gils picked up the severed head.

“I’m sorry Aggie. That was mean. Forgive me?�

Agronak’s curses gave away his location.

“Here, here’s the sword.� Gils threw the severed head of Lord Lovidicus at the last place he heard Aggie’s voice and then dove through the flames in the opposite direction.

Agronak’s roars echoed behind him as Gils shot to the end of the balcony. It dead-ended. Aggie was coming after him like a raging minotaur. Gils leaped over the railing and hung on by one hand…it was a long drop.

Agronak’s fist smashed down on Gils hand. With a strangled bellow of pain Gils‘ crushed hand slipped off the railing and he felt himself falling. He landed with an involuntary scream as both ankles shattered. Maxical’s ring could not be pumped, his finger was nearly severed.

He had to get out of here. Biting back any cries of pain Gils crawled on his knees and elbows, his feet dragging limply behind him.

He pulled himself through the door to the vault and pushed it shut behind him. Aggie had the key. With his one good hand Gils jerked his pack open and grabbed the first thing his hand fell on, a pair of steel greaves. With all his strength he wedged them tightly under the door. Gils cried out as his crushed hand bumped against the pack when he pulled it back on.

The first breath of night air in his lungs as he crawled out the door was the first hope Gils had that he may survive this. Aggie would go straight to Anvil looking for him. Gils had seen some white structures to the south, but there was a sheer cliff there. He tried to see in the dark which area of the hillside was cliffs and which was sloped. The west seemed the only way that wasn‘t a sheer drop. Gils threw himself into a roll down the slope.

Suddenly he was freefalling through the air. He landed with a huge splash and water covered over him before he could get his breath.

His pack was still full of armor to sell, sinking him like a stone to the bottom. Gils struggled to swim but the weight of the pack held him at the bottom. His air was gone.

He pulled his dagger from its sheath and cut the straps of the pack, feeling relief as it fell from him. He still couldn’t push off the bottom to reach the surface, not with the shattered ankles. One foot hurt less, he had to take the chance. Gritting his teeth, Gils tried to push off the bottom. Pain shot through him causing his mouth to open in a yell involuntarily. He began choking as water flooded into his lungs. The dagger slipped from his hands and sank to the bottom as he fought with flailing arms to reach the surface. Each choke brought another flood of water into his lungs.

What looked like stars from the night sky swirled in front of him, creating a tunnel of light in the dark void that had taken over Gils’ vision.


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This post has been edited by mALX: Aug 4 2016, 03:59 AM

[haute ecole rider]

I'm not going to comment on Gil's fate just yet.

But it is nice to see my suspicions about Gil's relationship with Agronak finally being revealed as the sick psychological manipulation it has been all along. Classic vampire trick, if all those old Christopher Lee movies are to be believed.

I'll sit back and wait to see what unfolds next . . .

[Destri Melarg]

Wow!

First, you do the impossible . . . imparting a genuine menace into a character called 'Aggie' throughout the chapter!

Then you leave us with a (AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH) cliffhanger! I knew that there was something hinky about Aggie's hold over Gils! Now I have to wait to find out more!

One question though: Wouldn't Gils recognize his father's sword in Agronak's hands for all these years? Or is that another aspect of Agronak's hold over him?

[Remko]

Oh my...
Can't wait for the rest. Was Aggie's hold on Gils so strong, Gils didn't even realise it was his father's blade?
Wow! Just...... wow.

[treydog]

This was another pulse-pounding chapter, and one in which Gils goes a long way toward redemption.

Like haute, I had suspected some sort of mind-control as the reason Gils was unable to make the break with his "friend."

In Agronak, you have created an incredibly complex, dangerous, and despicable character. Even so, his evil is not two-dimensional (see "complex" above).

I shall wait impatiently to discover what ultimately happens to Gils; I have watched too many programs to believe anyone is really dead until we see the body. (And sometimes, not even then!)

Great work, mALX!

[haute ecole rider]

I have watched too many programs to believe anyone is really dead until we see the body. (And sometimes, not even then!)

Most notably soap operas!

[mALX]

I have watched too many programs to believe anyone is really dead until we see the body. (And sometimes, not even then!)

Most notably soap operas!

Then again...I did kill Maxical in the last story !!!! - oh wait, then I brought her back to life... Er... Never mind.

[Acadian]

VERY powerful stuff!!!

I am poor at speculating, so, like others, I will wait to see what happens next. This was certainly spellbinding though!

[mALX]

@ EVERYONE - Thank you so very much!!! The part of Agronak was my first attempt at doing a truly duel character and having a slow revealing of his evil side.

For me it was the hardest character I have ever tried to write, hence the choppiness when his evil side was emerging.

You are all very appreciated, and each and every one of you ROCK!!!

[mALX]

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Chapter 54: Ode To Marie Regina Palielle



The horse reared up as we approached a thicket of trees, almost unseating me. Fathis dropped the reins and leaped off quickly, casting a shield spell over both me and the horse. A bellowing roar was the only warning before a minotaur charged from the thick overgrowth. Fathis rapid-fired so many lightning spells into it that it died standing up between steps towards us. It crumpled forward in a heap, the smell of its burning hair overcoming me.

Fathis saw my ill expression and hurried over. “Ma'Thjizzrini Qa, there is naught to fear now, it is dead. I will never let that happen to you.�

The minotaur attack that killed my parents was on this same stretch of road. I’ve never remembered it, and don’t recall ever having nightmares as a child about it. But Fathis was convinced I suffered trauma from seeing it charging us…till I began vomiting from the smell of burning minotaur hair.

Castle Skingrad was closer to us than Skingrad proper, and I was vomiting on his horse. Fathis brought me to the castle to recuperate.

“You’ll recognize the healer in Skingrad, she was at the Arcane with you. Do you remember Marie Palielle?�

“The girl that stalked Hannibal till he began sending Irlav Jarol in his stead every time she needed healing?�

“Ahem. Er…yes, I believe that was her. Here is Hal-Liurz, she will care for you while I conduct business with the Count.�

An Argonian woman with breasts that looked like two giant pillows stuck on her chest was waddling down the stairs.

“Dear gods…is that…her breasts? If she stood in the parapet she could use them as beacons to draw ships in from the Eltheric.�

Fathis snorted loudly, then barked out a laugh. He began choking as he fought to stifle his laughter before she was close enough to hear. I whacked him on the back, but when he left for the Lords Manor his choking could still be heard echoing through the hall.

“Oh my poor dear girl! Fathis told us everything, what a fright you must have had! My name is Hal-Liurz. Now you just let me make you comfortable till Marie arrives …“

She insisted I recover in a guest room, helping me bathe and tucking me between soft cotton sheets while my armor and clothing were taken to be cleaned.

“Now then, just let me comfort you from your scare dear…�

Hal-Liurz sat down on the bed beside me and cradled my head on her gynormous bosom. After everything that had happened in the past two days…I needed the comfort. Almost as soon as my cheek made its first bounce on her soft cushiony mountains I found myself exhausted and near tears.

“There, there dear…“

She rocked back and forth, which got her breasts rolling in a motion somewhat like what sailors must experience in huge ocean swells. I doubt it was good for my pukey stomach, but she was so kind I was hesitant to stop her in case it may hurt her feelings.

When Marie arrived she waited until Hal-Liurz slipped from the room, then exerted herself to wrangle information about Hannibal from me in what I’m sure she hoped was a subtle manner.

“You live in the Imperial City, don’t you? That is so near to the Arcane…do you go visit it often? I’ve wondered how Arch Mage Traven fares…�

“Hannibal? Oh, he’s fine. So, do you just give a potion for the nausea? I‘m feeling pretty queasy.�

“Hannibal! You must see him frequently to be on a first name basis with him…�

“Oh! Er…well, yes. I’m an Arena fighter, he is there frequently healing someone. So, I‘ve been puking a lot…�

“He is such an attractive man…he probably has a surfeit of females hounding him for favors…have you noticed any women around him?�

“Say, could you treat me while you’re here?�

“But women, have you seen any with him? What about at the Arena, does he treat women there?�

“No…well, I’m the only female on the Blue team. Here, let me just look in your bag for a potion.�

“So, has…Hannibal ever had to treat you since you left the Arcane?�

“Er…yes.�

“Aren’t his hands just perfect for healing? Gentle, yet firm…soft… What did he treat on you?�

“Both of my shoulders and…�

“Your shoulders? You kept your chest covered, though…right?�

“Er…I guess…yes.�

“And? What else did he treat on you?�

“Er…well…I was impaled through the abdomen once…�

“Your abdomen! How low on the abdomen are you talking about? You didn’t lay on his table…disrobed…did you?�

“Er…no…er. Oh, I’m remembering it wrong. Oh yeah, it was my leg, not my abdomen. Hey! Is this for nausea?�

Marie barely glanced at the bottle. “Yeah, that’s the right stuff. So how high up on your leg was it? Hannibal wasn’t able to see your…�

“No! It was all the way down on my toe, I forgot. That’s what I meant to say.�

Marie eyed me suspiciously. “Your toe? How can you confuse your toe with your leg or your abdomen?�

“I slept through all my anatomy classes. OH! Hal-Liurz! I’m so glad you’re back! I…need more comforting…� I gave her a desperate plea with my eyes.

She took the hint and routed Marie. I heaved a sigh of relief that I hadn’t mentioned Hannibal’s gynecological exam. Marie would have shaken me like a bulldog does a rag till every detail spouted out of me.

The potion calmed my stomach, but my eyelids felt very heavy and I became extremely drowsy almost immediately. Hal-Liurz picked up the empty bottle.

“This isn’t for nausea, this could knock out a horse…uh oh.�

My last vision as I fell heavily into a drugged stupor was Hal-Liurz’s breasts leaned over my face watching me.

It was over four hours later when I awoke disoriented. The air in the room was thick with a whopping amount of testosterone, so dense it was hard to breathe. A strong odor wafted from some grounds in an empty coffee cup sitting on the bureau by the bed. I reached one finger in and touched the grounds. What was that stuff?

The aroma of a really good men’s cologne tingled my nose, creating almost a hunger. I took several deep whiffs as I glanced around the room trying to get oriented.

There was a concentration of it on my palm. I sniffed my hand, eying Hal-Liurz. No…it wasn’t her.

“There was a man in here, who was it Hal-Liurz?�

“The Count always visits his guests, I’m sorry you were asleep and missed his visit.�

“He sure smells good. How embarrassing that he saw me sleeping though. I hope my mouth wasn‘t gaped or drooling, or I didn’t snore or anything.�

Hal-Liurz laughed. “Did you see the portrait of him in the Great Hall?�

“I saw an old one, he was quite handsome in it. I must have missed the Countess’s though.�

“There isn’t one. She passed away three years ago after a very long illness.�

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I hope you’ll convey my condolences to him, along with my thanks for the wonderful hospitality.�

“No condolences are needed now, he put away his mourning long since. He’s been ready to seek a mate…alas, the running of County Skingrad keeps him too busy.�

“He should stand in the parapet when the wind is blowing from the west, every woman in Skingrad will be beating his door down if they smell him.�

Hal-Liurz doubled over to laugh, but the weight of those giant melons set her off balance, nearly pitching her to the floor. I watched fascinated as her breasts heaved in laughter, wondering if they would burst through her dress.

“That scent he wears is…quite delicious. Do you know the name of it? I may talk Fathis into wearing it.�

“That cologne is a special blend made just for the Count by an alchemist in the Imperial City.�

“That’s where I live! I wonder if she takes bribes?�

Hal-Liurz doubled over again, gripping the bureau by the bed to keep from tumbling this time.

“Would you like a cup of tea?�

“Not that kind.� I pointed to the stinky grounds by my bed.

“No, you can’t have that. That’s Hist tea. It doesn’t bother Argonian’s to drink it, but would make you quite ill. Now then…tell me a little about yourself…�

This certainly was a different experience than going to Castle Bravil with Fathis was. I watched Hal-Liurz bundling around making me a cup of tea. Argonians are supposed to be good swimmers, but I doubt she would ever be able to go below the surface with those floatation devices billowing out of her chest. Still, she was probably the kindest person I ever met.

“Now you come back and see us again, you are welcome anytime.� She hugged me goodbye when Fathis and I took our leave.











******* Janus Hassildor

Janus pushed the door open quietly. Hal-Liurz was rocking slowly, her mind totally rapt with the embroidery she was doing on a piece of fine linen. And there she was, the fiance’ of Fathis. The risk had been well worth the possible sanctions by the Mages Guild had he been caught putting their liaison under spell.

The scent in the room was overwhelming…virgin blood. One would expect its aroma to be more delicate than that of a flower, a rarity to capture in one’s nose as it wafts among what should be in comparison the heavy cloying stench of roses…but no. Purity shouts its presence louder than the sounds of any battle…demanding attention. Its call so powerful there is no denying it. Instead you become a slave to it, as necessary to obey as breathing.

Primal instincts borne by the inheritance of the Dark Gift came alive with instant recognition as if it were the greeting of a long lost lover, familiar even on first breath.

Janus had barely been able to hear the words as Fathis prattled on about Lovidicus and his fate. It took every bit of willpower not to silence that blabbering because it was interfering with the sound of that blood so pure rushing through the vein in her neck…creating a song sweeter than any Dibella ever dreamed. Good gods he wished the man would hush. But he would take no chances by casting any more spells on Fathis, not with everything within hand’s grasp…

“I must take care of a few things, will you excuse me? Please…make yourself comfortable.� Janus hurried out, signaling his bodyguard to miss-direct Fathis should he leave the suite.

He felt giddy as he hurried to the guest quarters, like a child who has been given a long awaited gift. His plan was unfolding with the precision of an assassin’s mission, everything falling into place…yet appearing random. And here she lay, her neck exposed as if daring him to break free from the shackles that kept his nature at bay…taunting him to take her. Dear gods.

Decades of smothering his nature crumbled before that scent, the vampire that lay dormant so long rose up inside him…he was stunned by the voracity of it.

His fangs were fully engorged and hardened before they tore through the membranes of his gums like the taking of a hymen. Juices trickled from the sharp points before the gleaming ivory erections extended fully, sending rivulets of fire down his throat and leaving a trail of explosions and euphoria in their path. Nerves came alive, tingling with heat. Testosterone and adrenalin flooded into his system bringing an arousal such as he had never known. His heart pounded till his own blood rushing sounded like thunder roaring in his ears.

As if a plateau was reached powers began channeling to the senses, heightening each in turn. Hearing so acute…honed. The faint sound of her breaths, the beating of her heart…the rushing of blood in her veins…magnified till the volume of it was deafening. Sounds not of her faded into non-existence.

The room darkened till it was pitch black; his vision became thermal, only showing the glowing red channels of her veins pulsing, the thickest like a river in her neck making a deep throbbing…calling him to come near…begging him to taste its sweetness.

His fangs dripped a steady stream of red wine-like juices down his chin and neck now. His heart felt like it would pound out of his chest. She became a crescendo of intense sounds…her heartbeat was earsplitting booms, her blood deafening as it roared through her…the need to silence her was driving him to madness.

He must regain control quickly…couldn’t attack a guest in the castle…one heartbeat more and he would be savoring…dear gods…

A movement from Hal-Liurz startled him, reminding him of her presence. With relief he realized the dark cowl he wore kept his blood lust hidden, and the disturbance gave him a desperately needed measure of control.

Janus signaled her to leave him alone with the girl. He slid down into the rocking chair and stretched his legs out straight, inhaling deeply as he lay his head back against the flat pillow tied there. There could be no drug as intoxicating as that scent…overpowering in its demand he act.


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[Acadian]

I simply adored the scenes with Hal-Liurz and Marie!

Hal is wonderful! She is so nice and caring! Despite her pair of distractions, I'm so pleased you had her join the ranks of adorable Argonian women found throughout Cyrodiil. And, finally someone to supplant our Nordic Sigrid from her busty throne.

Marie. Well, congratulations, mALX. I am normally not a fan of TES humor, but I must confess you had me chuckling throughout the 'I'm sick here' vs 'Did Hannibal look at your bits?' conversation. Simply magical in its goodness - reading, I felt like I was in the presence of the creative genius that is mALX. You go, girl!!!

[haute ecole rider]

mALX, did you forget this is PG-13??!!

Have you been watching too many KY Intense commercials lately?

His fangs were fully engorged and hardened before they tore through the membranes of his gums like the taking of a hymen. Juices trickled from the sharp points before the gleaming ivory erections extended fully, sending rivulets of fire down his throat and leaving a trail of explosions and euphoria in their path. Nerves came alive, tingling with heat. Testosterone and adrenalin flooded into his system bringing an arousal such as he had never known. His heart pounded till his own blood rushing sounded like thunder roaring in his ears.

Dhertee Innu-Endo is HERE in his full glory!!

Like Acadian, I loved Hal Liurz - from the descriptions of her pillows to her care for Maxical. And Marie had me cracking up!

But the icing on the cake (or should I say whipped cream -) is Janus's first appearance. Quite different from the previous version. I shall sit back and see if I like this one better.

[mALX]

mALX, did you forget this is PG-13??!!

Have you been watching too many KY Intense commercials lately?
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Dhertee Innu-Endo is HERE in his full glory!!

Like Acadian, I loved Hal Liurz - from the descriptions of her pillows to her care for Maxical. And Marie had me cracking up!

But the icing on the cake (or should I say whipped cream -) is Janus's first appearance. Quite different from the previous version. I shall sit back and see if I like this one better.

Oh...er...did that reference seem...a little...phallic? Er...oops! ...Er...but maybe it will lure Foxy off his TDY !!!

This post has been edited by mALX: Oct 3 2010, 05:46 PM

[mALX]

PS: Chapter edited for content, is now PG rated !!!! Yeah !!!!

Sorry everyone, I was watching Naked Gun 2.5 with Leslie Nielsen while writing that, anyone who has seen the hilarious "love scene" in that movie will know exactly what I am talking about. (Patriot missiles being aimed, trains running through tunnels, missiles launching, submarines releasing their load, oil wells striking, gushing, TNT, fireworks, etc.)

Anyway, here is the censored version, lol.

[Destri Melarg]

I am so glad that hautee quoted the first version of that paragraph so that I could compare it to the edited one. Either way your ability to capture the eroticism of vampirism knows no bounds!

The conversation between Maxical and ‘Regina’ absolutely made my day!

“Oh! Er . . . well, yes. I’m an Arena fighter, he is there frequently healing someone. So, I’ve been puking a lot. . . “

Take away the period after ‘someone’ and this sounds like Maxical doesn’t have a very favorable opinion of the esteemed arch-mage! That is how I read it at first and I went through a few hilariously confused moments before I realized my mistake.

Does this first appearance of Janus mean that everyone’s favorite mouse is soon to follow?

[D.Foxy]

Foxy is back, and as soon as he comes in the back (er er I meant comes back.... ) what does he see? Why, tangible tumescence and turgid testosterone teasing tallywhackers into taut tension....

... causing De Fox to use apt alliteration's artful aid.

Tsk, tsk.

Our mALX needs to take either a cold shower or a hot lover.

Or perhaps both.

[Remko]

Aahh... I missed the uncensored version..
I preferred the new version of Janus. He is a lot more scary in your rewrite.