04-13-2018, 08:26 PM
The sentry however was not convinced. “Not to alarm you, but I do not believe you.” He said with a very plain as day attitude, the spear lowered to a level position pointed directly at Hecate’s heart. The smile on her face didn't fade, in fact the presence of danger made her body ache with desire, the desire to spill blood.
Yandere lover took a step back gripping the handle of his weeb sword in preparation of a well practiced draw technique. He wanted to impress Hecate with the speed of his draw. Hecate still stood calmly, breathing quickly, the wicked grin and red eyes was a menacing combination even to the seasoned sentry who seemed to hesitate before speaking. “I … I will ask again, what is your reason for being here?” The spear hovered a mere inch or two in front of Hecate's breast, where her beating heart lay.
“Very well” She replied in a near sultry voice. “It is my intention to capture, imprison and torture a hand full of your people… It is my intention to keep them on the very cusp of death as I bleed them dry for the sole purpose my my own sexual fulfillment.” She said as she leaned inwards allowing the spear to touch her. She shuddered, each passing moment her heart felt as if it was going to escape from her chest. “Yes, this is the thrill!” She thought as she leaned inward. The serpentine spear began pressing against her pale white flesh until slowly a small crimson rivulet began to flow down the front of her body.
The sentry seemed aghast to witness such a blatant disregard for personal safety. “I am taking you in! The elf said in a slightly confused tone. His attention now turned towards the boy holding the handle of a long blade. “I must warn you to desist lest you find yourself bleeding out boy!” The elf called out loudly, almost as if attempting to draw some of his comrades to assist in the apprehension of the duo.
The moment he had called out Hecate grabbed at the shaft of the spear, twisting her body and using the momentum to pull the sentry forward, driving the head of the spear into the dirt. A flash of steel caught the sentry as Yandere Lover drew his blade with the speed of one who had spent their life in devotion to the blade.
The weeb sword despite it’s inferior craftsmanship cut deep into the elven armor, a small flow of red began to seep out of the cut, the wound was clearly not fatal, not due to a failure on the boy’s part but rather as a testament to the durability and quality of the elven metalworking skills.
A pained gasp erupted from the elf’s throat as he stumbled forward caught off guard by the sheer speed of the boy’s strike. As Yandere Lover moved in to finish the man off Hecate’s arm outstretched halting him from delivering the killing blow. “This makes number one.” She said with a sadistic glimmer in her eyes.
Yandere lover took a step back gripping the handle of his weeb sword in preparation of a well practiced draw technique. He wanted to impress Hecate with the speed of his draw. Hecate still stood calmly, breathing quickly, the wicked grin and red eyes was a menacing combination even to the seasoned sentry who seemed to hesitate before speaking. “I … I will ask again, what is your reason for being here?” The spear hovered a mere inch or two in front of Hecate's breast, where her beating heart lay.
“Very well” She replied in a near sultry voice. “It is my intention to capture, imprison and torture a hand full of your people… It is my intention to keep them on the very cusp of death as I bleed them dry for the sole purpose my my own sexual fulfillment.” She said as she leaned inwards allowing the spear to touch her. She shuddered, each passing moment her heart felt as if it was going to escape from her chest. “Yes, this is the thrill!” She thought as she leaned inward. The serpentine spear began pressing against her pale white flesh until slowly a small crimson rivulet began to flow down the front of her body.
The sentry seemed aghast to witness such a blatant disregard for personal safety. “I am taking you in! The elf said in a slightly confused tone. His attention now turned towards the boy holding the handle of a long blade. “I must warn you to desist lest you find yourself bleeding out boy!” The elf called out loudly, almost as if attempting to draw some of his comrades to assist in the apprehension of the duo.
The moment he had called out Hecate grabbed at the shaft of the spear, twisting her body and using the momentum to pull the sentry forward, driving the head of the spear into the dirt. A flash of steel caught the sentry as Yandere Lover drew his blade with the speed of one who had spent their life in devotion to the blade.
The weeb sword despite it’s inferior craftsmanship cut deep into the elven armor, a small flow of red began to seep out of the cut, the wound was clearly not fatal, not due to a failure on the boy’s part but rather as a testament to the durability and quality of the elven metalworking skills.
A pained gasp erupted from the elf’s throat as he stumbled forward caught off guard by the sheer speed of the boy’s strike. As Yandere Lover moved in to finish the man off Hecate’s arm outstretched halting him from delivering the killing blow. “This makes number one.” She said with a sadistic glimmer in her eyes.