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A Jewel Unlike Any Other(Mature); Markus Meets Raven
Topic Started: October 8, 2017, 12:02 am (184 Views)
Raven Cathain
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Amidst the scents of various incense, spices, cooked meats and fish was a hint of jasmine wafting through the main marketplace of Aquila. This sweet fragrance drifted upon the hot Mendulese breeze beckoning any lustful, wealthy lords to follow it's aroma into the hidden alleyway in which the slave market thrived. Women of various races, ages, cultures, size, height and beauty were sold here to the highest bidder and almost all of them had been conditioned to be well behaved, compliant servants for their potential Masters. Though there were some slaves that still possessed rather high spirited and fierce attitudes to becoming the property of a man; these women were sold to lords who enjoyed breaking in their 'wild mares' themselves. And though the market was held within a secret corner of Aquila, almost all outsiders were aware of Mendula's slave markets and their practices of selling lives in exchange for the gold they so greedily horded. Though many nations looked poorly upon these practices, none seemed all that particularly keen on putting a stop to it, so the reason the Mendulese conducted their slave trade in hard to find locations was rather confounding... Still, regardless of the inhumanity of it and lack of effort to close it down, today's market was filled with lords, chieftains, governors and other wealthy men from all over Laera vying for the opportunity to own a slave girl. Most already owned numerous women but they were hardly satisfied, why be content with the old when one could acquire something new?!

"Number 36, this young dark flower was plucked from the outskirts of Rudaia and has already been conditioned to serve her Master's every desire, what do we say to starting the bid on this lovely maid at 30 gold pieces?!"

Bids flew left and right to possess the tall, small framed female wearing a yellow silk top and matching pants with dark skin, brown eyes and black hair, but eventually she went to a Chieftain from the Kah'Le Tribe. All the previous 'merchandise' had gone almost as quickly as the last though there weren't any particular 'items' that could be considered unique or beyond compare. As a matter of fact, one might even say that it was a typical sales day with nothing out of the ordinary to remark about and it continued to remain as such until the very end when a surprise 'piece' was escorted up onto the block after all the previous sales had concluded. A 6'1" and 185 lbs., quite muscular, man with green eyes, blonde hair and cream colored skin stepped out in front of the anxious and curious crowd wearing a brown vest over a white short-sleeved shirt, brown suede pants and gold sandals. His calloused hands were placed affectionately upon the shoulders of a completely cloaked female figure with a beaming grin upon his face.

"Gentlemen, greetings and good day to you. Today, I present a true vision of beauty, for I have discovered the most exquisite and rare jewel that I have ever laid my eyes upon. Dare I say that even the Goddesses themselves must feel jealous envy of this divine creature. For not only is she a sight to behold but her dulcet voice and sinful moves are that of fantasy! But do not simply take my word for it, witness for yourselves the rapture that I present for you now!"

Grasping the edges of the cloak within his fingertips, the man pulled the black satin piece of clothing away to reveal the figure that had been hidden beneath it. The 'jewel' in which stood before them had shiny, thick, long luscious locks of black hair that fell in soft curls all the way down to her hips. As for her eyes, they were an average almond shape and her deeply seductive and mysterious orbs were a rare yet lovely shade of amethyst that almost put the goddesses to shame. Her face was a pleasing round shape with high, defined cheekbones, a soft jawline and a small, delicate chin in which was blemish/scar free possessing a lovely youthful glow. She also had small, well rounded, shapely eyebrows that sat just above her eyes. As for her nose, it was average sized and unassuming but her mouth,... Such a pair of enticing rose pink lips that were so full, soft, wet and luscious they practically begged to be kissed and always seemed on the verge of a knowing smile. Her skin was a warm, sun kissed golden hue that was incredibly well taken care of and therefore was quite silky smooth. But most impressive was perhaps that she also possessed a toned, muscled and fit body that was perfectly balanced with her large bountiful breasts, a small toned waist and sinfully shaped hips. This slave girl wore a red and gold beaded top that was connected to a golden beaded collar and also wore a matching red, flowing skirt.

Suddenly, she immediately began in a slow, sultry dance much to the stunned and amazed gentlemen below. Music played it seemed from thin air as she moved across the platform in seductive motions, fluid and erotic with perfect sways of her whole body but especially of her hips. And then she started to sing, a fast, exciting piece that only enhanced her performance; one that incorporated both her skills as a singer and dancer. Each roll of her waist, twirl of her hands and glide of her body was done so in expertly executed flows and impressive flexibility that demonstrated just a small taste of what she was capable of doing with her body. Her motions had all the men mesmerized as their eyes became fixated on the slave girl and her enticing dance almost as if they were being lured into a spiders web yet they could not look away. The more she danced, the more entranced they appeared to be until one by one they all fell to their knees unaware that from the very start, this mysterious beauty had been pouring both her Spirit magic and Siren's Song into the crowd, placing them each under her control with impressive ease and when at last her dance and song were concluded, every man in the square was under her thrall... Every man save one. An intrigued smirk spread on her lips as she descended from the stage and circled around the one who had resisted her powers.

As Raven carefully looked the man over, she did have to admit that he was quite a handsome man with a toned physique, that of an experience warrior which also seemed to bear the grace of battle, dancing and nobility in equal measures. With blonde hair, blue eyes and a roguish beard, he could be considered quite ordinary among the many people of Laera but there was a subtlety of perfection to his appearance that made him more appealing and desirable than the rest. This man also stood about six feet tall and wore a rather remarkable scarf that had been one of the first things to catch her eye.

"Well now, isn't this an interesting turn of events." Stated Raven with an amused yet poised tone of voice. She ran a finger along his jawline before following up her previous statement with a question, "So handsome, what is your name?"

(Outfit: https://static1.squarespace.com/static/517ec766e4b01333d9fe7505/51896d02e4b0f73b54fe5f19/5451c271e4b0733fc75cb222/1414644366118/
Dance/Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0C9cPVDa2m8 )
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If there was ever a place Markus felt most conflicted in, it was within Mendula. His personal history with the place was not altogether great. In fact he had lost his mother to one of the warlords before killing said warlord and handing their resources to another in exchange for his life and that of his clan, as well as their continued immunity and autonomy within the country whenever they deigned to visit. But this place of dust and sand, war and bloodshed, was also ripe with opportunity, opportunities Markus Pror refused to ignore. Mendulese rarely had any qualms about what would earn them gold, save active magic.

Ironic that they hypocritically used enchanted weapons rather often, especially those with heavy Dwarven or Dark Elf populations to look after.

Even so, Markus used his natural skills to evade most notice. He might seem average at first glance, but upon closer inspection was quite the handsome son of a bitch. Tall, blonde hair and blue eyes, rather common in oither parts of the world, but he stood beyond such a common appearance with his bearing, with his slightly softened features upon chiseled bone that made him so handsome, so irresistible. Here in Mendula he stood out in appearance save for his garb, which was of traditional but rich make. Tan silks covered him, protected him from the environment he found himself in, especially sine it hid the light armor he wore integrated with it. Only his scarf and weaponry might have made him stand out, and few at that cared enough to look closely at him. One more body was just one more opportunity or one more opponent in the coming purchases.

Slave Trade: As detestable as it was it had its uses, even to a former slave like Markus. There was value in having absolute control over another, magically or otherwise. Slavery, however, offered him recruitment opportunities and possible trade options. Contacts were not to be burned and wasted so easily, and he had garnered more than a few through such a trade. Of course, the recruits he garnered through slavery itself were invaluable in their own way, especially as a network of spies and traders across Laera. So there he was, indulging in a pastime he wasn't altogether fond of but for the sight of such beautiful women up for auction...

Similar such women he was known to train in the arts of desire, pleasure, and sexual manipulation rather extensively.

As each woman was offered up and sold, Markus looked for defining features. Magic was always useful but not necessarily essential. Instead it was beauty, health, and drive that he looked for in the women up for sale. Already he had three beauties to attend to. They were being cleaned up and healed by some of his clan already, which left him to observe and continue purchasing more.

When the latest woman was brought to bear, however, he knew something was off. The description was vivacious enough, but the life and light in the woman's eyes said far more than any words could, and that was before he sensed her magic. A master of his own magic and mind, Markus rather delighted in the rush of magic that washed over the entire room. In fact it was safe to say he silently reveled in it, basked in the power but denied it control of himself. She was powerful, especially so since the entire room was entranced with her. Of course, every man was easily sporting a stiff mast at the mere sight of her. She had a full, healthy body, one ripe for the plucking and pumping. Markus was no exception, though his was tempered by knowledge of what she was doing and what she could possibly accomplish.

The Siren's magic continued to flow even as the dance ended, and what a dance it had been. If Markus were honest, he would have partaken in such a dance and likely left the woman wanting him, if not pregnant by the time they finished any form of dance together. At her sultry approach, he eyed the sway of her hips, the bounce of her breasts and the heady gaze of her entire bearing. She wanted to seduce, and she knew he could resist. As she circled about him, touched him and left a trail of fiery desire in her wake, he smiled roguishly back at her.

A quick snap of Markus' hands had his scarf cradling her ass before the brunette was pulled to his body. Her soft form was enticingly held and molded to his own. Another flick of his wrists and the scarf as about her shoulders and neck, drawing her in with temptation personified as his natural captivation instincts kicked in, only enhanced by his spirit magic. With their bodies pressed together, it was so easy to tell he would enjoy her thoroughly, especially as his nose ever so lightly nuzzled against hers and his lips traced a line down her cheek as they neared her own.

"There's power in names, as you should know already," Markus practically hummed against her lips. "You may call me Pror, if you wish... But I'm sure a more pressing title would be more agreeable to your body, mind and soul if but given the chance." Markus smirked as his blue gaze met her amethyst one, and a smirk slipped across his lips as they tempted her with a feather-light kiss. "And that title would be Master, my dear."
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A few centuries... If not possibly longer had passed since the last time she could recall encountering someone capable of resisting her magic which made this encounter quite intriguing for her. She had simply expected to take control of the audience, collect what she came for and be on her way without provocation but this unexpected hiccup in her plans was positively delightful especially when the party in question was so pleasing on the eyes. It posed a very interesting question as to what she should do about it. She could use her resourceful charms and perfected seductive skills to take control over him in a different, far more appealing, manner or she could taunt him with the idea of intimacy only to leave him completely wild with unsatisfied madness but then again, Raven had to remember that she was here for business not pleasure and her mission was one of great importance. This blonde haired, blue eyed half demon would just have to be swept aside for now but that didn't mean she couldn't have just a bit of fun with the man especially since he wasted no time at all in wrapping his scarf around her to pin the enchantress next to his body. A wider smirk spread on her face as the scarf was slowly slid up her curvaceous body until it was around her neck. As their lips were but a few inches away from each other, Raven could feel him attempt to impose his own magic upon her to entice her into desiring him. Although she couldn't blame him for trying, she'd had far too much practice with the magic to let it infect her. Still, she did allow him to sample a small taste of her skin as his lips traced a path down her cheek and inched their way closer to her own lips.

"Intelligent and handsome, what a rare treat." remarked the beautiful Siren in accordance to his reply to her question but it would be his comment about calling him 'Master' that would produce a small laugh from her lips, "Aren't you adorable." With that said, Raven firmly grasped the collar of his shirt then pulled him into a tauntingly short yet incredibly deep and passionate kiss before pulling away with a smirk, "If you'll excuse me for just a moment please."

To tease him even further, Raven walked away from him with a purposefully seductive and feminine sway of her hips as she strolled over to one of the controlled Chieftains upon their knees. With a gentle caress of his cheek, Raven poured even more of her Spirit magic into him so that she could peer into his mind and once she found what she was looking for, the enchantress untied the magical orb she'd attached to the back of her halter top before her performance, which had been brilliantly hidden beneath her hair until now. She pressed the orb next to the Chieftains' skull and with a soft, perfectly enunciated, chant did the orb begin to fill with a radiated flow of memories without actually removing them from his mind but instead she had created an exact copy. Once the task had been completed, a smirk spread across her full pink lips as she retied the orb to the back of her outfit and gave the man a gentle pat upon the head.

"Thank you my dear. The Order shall appreciate this valuable information you've so kindly given to me."

With her task completed, Raven turned back towards the half demon who'd simply introduced himself as Pror and made her way over to him with as sinful of a stroll as the first time before running a finger down his chest, stopping it just above his manhood with a grin, "Now then, as refreshing as this has been Pror, I'm afraid that I have concluded my business here and must now bid you adieu." She leaned in against his body, kissing him once more, though far softer this time, "Until we meet again."

A snap of her fingers released the crowd from her control but before setting them free, Raven also made them completely forget that she'd ever had control of them in the first place, as far as they'd recall, she'd performed one hell of a dance for them and nothing more... But little did she suspect that her visit to Mendula was far from over or that things were about to become complicated.
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Raven truly was a woman made for sin. Markus' hands had no problem wandering the svelte waist to the lucious curves the woman possessed. Freely he groped her, a quick squeeze of her ass, a firm grip of her breast as she gave him a deep and passionate kiss. He poured yet more of his natural demonic captivation into it, and all his skill in acts of lust and passion as he could for such a short experience. Her comments were rather amusing, especially about him being "adorable" along with handsome and intelligent.

She's old, he thought to himself with a smirk as he watched her strut away. Older than me even, though it could be an act of confidence and a subtle power play. Even so, I'll enjoy making her beg me for more so very soon.

As she approached a chieftain and her magic flared, Markus' senses blinked in surprise, though he showed no outward reaction. Such an open act of magic was rarely if ever performed in this blood-soaked desert, and that after her rather suspiciously charming performance. He wondered if the siren was sane, but a bit of insanity could be very attractive in bed. Then again, with such control over the room besides him, she had no issue with such a revealing act of power.

"...The Order shall appreciate this information you've so kindly given to me."

At that comment from the woman before him, Markus raised an eyebrow. Order? There were plenty of Orders out in the world but whether she was part of some small cult or one of the more powerful ones, like the Order of Kuvaron that he had rarely ever even heard of, he couldn't tell. As a half incubus and half eilear, a very strange demon considered a "half" no matter where he went though technically he was full-blooded demon, he was tempted to indulge in his sins as he watched her. Her return to him was pleasant, though short lived. He cradled her in his arms and scarf again, caressed and fondled her gently in the too-short kiss that barely compared to the one from earlier. She left his embrace and he let her with a grace befitting his reputation and bearing, but not without some reluctance.

Dark thoughts entered his mind as she turned away and cast her magic about again. Except, he noticed, she was undoing what she had done. The waver in the air and throughout the crowd as her magic left them brought a smirk to his lips. For a brief moment he cursed the idea of thinking with his cock, but for a woman so powerful with such beauty she was practically priceless, and worth indulging in base desires, refined though his had been. These fools only thought her physically enchanting, but her body, mind, and magic together were worth the highest price of slaves. Besides, what could she do when she had already used so much power to control them once? Try again and fail? No, he doubted she was capable of achieving such again, and had every intention of taking advantage of that fact.

"I start the bidding at 150 gold."

His declaration was met with gasps of amazement and surprise. Many slaves had gone for similar prices at the end of bidding, but to start it at such? Avarice, greed and lust flooded the room and Markus reveled in the emotion he picked up from everyone. Barks of offers, trades, and bids erupted throughout the room as guards from the chieftain that brought her in surrounded Raven, both to protect her and to keep her from leaving.

When her gaze found his own, Markus smirked again, a charming, devilish smirk echoed a moment later by a naughty wink. In that brief exchange, the price had already reached two-hundred gold. Markus bid again, upping the ante by fifty, ensuring few others bid on Raven. He could almost feel her emotions but the heady blend of lust and avarice was far more important, as was keeping an eye on the price for her.

Soon enough her price reached three hundred gold and tiring of the exercise in the market's inadequate offers, Markus made his choice.

"500 gold." Silence followed his offer as every eye turned to him, his gaze trained upon Raven's own gaze. "And a Bronze-cast alter of Arious, with matching sacrificial dagger."

Murmurs swept through the crowd at once. Surprise, awe, incredulity, and all manner of emotions rushed through the room and Markus again tasted their sweet, complex tang on his tongue. Causing a ruckus had become a favorite pastime since he had mastered his senses, and this was exactly why. The flavor of the air, of the moment was everything, including the subtle undertones of Raven's barely-veiled emotions.

"You don't have it!" barked the very chieftain Raven had targeted earlier. "You're a liar and have no place making such a bid!"

Markus, however, merely tilted his head. An amused smirk crossed his lips as he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Two of his clan came forward with a chest and opened it to reveal far more than 500 gold. Avarice and murder coursed along Markus' senses, and that was before another clan member revealed the altar, among other goods his troupe had acquired, from beneath a delicate burgundy silk tarp. He was a businessman, a trader, his black market contacts offered him a great deal simply for information. The altar itself, however, he had... confiscated from one client that refused to pay. They were left alive of course, but their home had been ransacked and what drinks left to them laced with potions to make them seem made and untrustworthy to everyone they encountered. The contact had destroyed himself, and Markus reaped the benefits, both then and now.

"Call me a liar again upon your own honor, Chieftain, and we'll see whose blood the desert drinks this day."

With such an astonishing reveal, Markus' hand settled on the hilt of his sword in casual grace, the display of a leader, a warrior, and a man who would do anything to keep and take what was rightfully his.

"I say it again, my bid for this beauty is 500 gold and a bronze alter to Arious."

After the silence fell again, though the tension in the room rose in its stead the voice of the officiator called out. "Anymore bids? ...Going once... Twice... Sold, to Lord Markus Pror of the Alani Clan. Prepare a brand and collar for the Lord's new slave at his discretion."

Markus bowed his head and other members of his clan quickly made to give payment where it was due as quickly as possible. Markus, however, had his gaze trained on Raven as she was forced closer to him by the guards and one of Markus' clansmen holding a magical brand in one hand and a control collar in the other, taken from the plunder of Sunrise for use in their own slave trade, just as the Mendulan's had. As Raven was pressed to her new Lord so he might claim her, he placed a deep, seductive kiss upon her lips as his hands gently but firmly cradled her jaw in his embrace. When his tongue had explored and mapped the moist, succulent chasm of her mouth, when he had memorized her taste and made her taste him and his magic as waves of captivation rolled off of him and focused completely on her, Markus smirked at Raven again.

"It seems you get to cry out Master for me after all..."

((I'll leave branding (tramp stamp with Markus' mark) or collaring to you if you want those, or if she'll try something else to try and prolong being subjected to such.))
Edited by Markus Pror, October 14, 2017, 4:09 pm.
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"I start the bidding at 150 gold." uttered the blonde haired demon just moments after she'd released the crowd from her control and immediately she shot him a death glare. He did NOT just offer a measly 150 gold for her! HER! Raven's fingers curled under as she restrained herself from attempting to control the room once more, as tempting as that sounded not even she had the kind of magical power to perform such a task again. To even try would be utterly suicidal, so for now, she bit back on her pride and rage and simply allowed him to demonstrate his show of 'power and supreme manhood' to the rest of the men within the room while Raven masterfully concealed the detection of her magic as expertly as she had when first brought to the stage. The last she needed was the members of the Hive, whom were currently present, to realize what she was or what she could do and especially not after she'd so successfully obtained the copied memories of one of it's highest and most well respected members without any suspicion. If she desired to deliver her information back to the Order, Raven needed to be smart, she needed to bide her time and let them believe she was nothing more than another slave girl to be dominated and controlled. They needed to believe everything was as it should be, even if that meant going through with this insufferable rouse a little while longer... A rouse that Raven had every intention of making the half Eilaer/half Incubus demon of completely regretting. And though there was a small fraction of her mind that hoped one of these disgusting men she'd controlled earlier would win the bid, Raven wasn't foolish enough to underestimate the kindred spirit mage whom had managed to elude her abilities. If he started the bid that meant he felt confident he could win it. Still, even as bids flew left and right, their eyes remained locked on one another.

Raven managed to keep her calm demure even as the guards surrounded her to keep her from escaping... Hell, she didn't even flinch when Markus offered his bid of 500 gold pieces, a bronze alter of Arious and a sacrificial dagger to own her. As far as she was concerned that was still far below what she was worth. If only these men knew just who she really was... An actual war would erupt from the sheer desire to get their hands on the siren. Not only because she was a member of an incredibly rare and powerful race of woman but also because she was Raven Cathain and unless these men lived under a rock, it was highly likely they'd all heard of her, even the demon currently trying to own her... But as far as she was concerned, that was never happening.

She watched him place his hand on his sword as if he was the Emperor of Laera; it took a great deal amount on her part not to scoff at his display but the mention of his name, now that caught her attention and brought a smirk to her lips. 'Markus Pror.' mused the femme fatale to herself. Just as he had stated earlier, there was a power to be had in names and now she knew his. Oh the curses she could cast with just his name but she had neither the tools or proper ingredients to enact any. Instead of using what magic she had left, Raven let the guards shove her over to Markus like she was nothing more than a piece of meat. Even as he kissed her once more upon the mouth, attempting to implement in his captivation magic yet again, Raven did not resist or try to fight him on it, at least not physically. Let him think that he's won, let his cocky assurance of victory overwhelm his sense of caution as she still remained unaffected by his powers but she did playfully lick at his lips just like the good little sex toy she was meant to be. She even slipped her hands into his pants and gave his girth a pleasant stroking, all the while the rest of the crowd departed from the secret room with their new goods in tow until only the guards running the slave trade, Markus and his men remained. With the situation now being much more favorable for her, Raven was now ready to turn the tables on this lustful demon. She removed her hands from his cock and placed them around his neck, licking at his lips once more in a delicious tease before she leaned in against him so that she could whisper into his ear.

"I have never nor shall I ever call a man Master." remarked the siren and them without a single hesitation, she kneed him forcefully in the groin before punching him hard across the left eye. "That's for underestimating my worth, Markus Pror."

As he fell to his knees in both surprise and excruciating agony, Raven stood before the astonished guards with her hands behind her back and a smirk upon her face. As two of them used whips to secure her ankles and attempt to knock Raven off her feet, she merely stepped backwards, which managed to rip them forwards unto their faces before she ran forward and used their backs like springs to jump over them. Previously, when she had allowed Markus to kiss her passionately upon the lips, Raven had reached under her skirt and removed her bladed fans which had been strapped underneath and hidden away this entire time. Flipping them open now, her smirk only brightened as she sliced the men she'd jumped over in half before kicking off the whips wrapped about her ankles and turned to the other guards. She grasped both the collar and brand iron from the, now dead, men's hands before proceeding to shatter them both to pieces with some of the magic she had left. By this time, Markus' men from outside had come in to learn what all the fuss was about only to be surprised by what they saw: Raven expertly using her fans to fight off the guards one by one with impressive prowess and ease. Defensive blocks were used with quick reflects while deadly thrusts were initiated to deliver final blows. This attack had clearly demonstrated to them the finesse of an underestimated well trained warrior. When they came at her as well, to secure their lord's prize, Raven threw one of her fans towards them and as if the weapon had a mind of it's own, it sliced through six of them like a boomerang rebounding off a wall into another wall and so on before she finally caught it again. She fought off the remaining four as if it were nothing more than a simple sparing match before she finally used her fans combined with her Siren's Song to send them all flying backwards to the ground. By this point, seven of the fifteen men in the room laid dead and the rest were injured or discombobulated. With a smirk and a wink given towards Markus, Raven turned on her heels and bolted from the square. If Markus wanted her, then he'd have to come and claim her.

Raven slipped through the regular marketplace streets of Aquila like a skilled cat-burglar would through a mansion they intended to rob. Her magic was still being expertly concealed which would make tracking her down far more difficult for Markus to do but to increase her chances, she snatched a far less conspicuous and eye catching pieces of clothing off a nearby sellers cart as well as a cloak to change into. Now dressed like the more commonly found market dweller, Raven threw up the hood of the cloak and strolled as casually through the crowd as she possibly could. Yet while she did this, simultaneously she was venturing in a complex pattern so as to make things even more improbable to track her.

Once she was a considerable distance away from the slave market and had gained a lot of ground, the enchantress pulled out the orb along with a scyring mirror she'd also stolen from a cart. She used almost the last bit of her magic on the object to send the orb through the mirror and into the hands of the Order. Knowing that her mission was complete and no longer in danger of being compromised, the Siren used her very last bit of magical energy to turn a broom into an exact replica of herself. Although Raven knew it wouldn't be able to completely fool Markus, it would force him to split up his forces in trying to apprehend her. Any complications she could create for him meant for a better chance of escaping his grasp so she sent her fake in the exact opposite direction as herself before she tried figuring out what the next step would be. With all her magical energy currently spent and her physical energy also being fatigued, she'd have to rely on her wits to escape this forsaken hot desert nation filled with magic hating hypocrites. Her best bet would be escaping at the port but Markus would know this,... Possibly even plan for it as she very much doubted he'd just let a woman as talented as she was slip through his fingers... As she took a moment to catch her breath, Raven almost laughed when she realized what this now was: It was a game of cat and mouse and she was the mouse.

"Come and find me if you can, Markus Pror." mused the Siren to herself before heading in the opposite direction of the port. If she was going to continue to successfully evade him, Raven would need to take a route he would not expect... One that would force her to make an arrangement with someone far less than desirable but desperate times called for desperate measures.

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Markus didn't need magic to know that Raven was just playing along. Quite experienced she might b, but body-language was his second nature. Infinitesimally small cues were taken even as he kissed her, that act alone told him enough. He was, however, surprised by the sudden and vicious assault she brought to bear. The strike to his groin was not at all pleasant, though Markus was used to the act after dealing with criminals and women alike; fighting dirty was a hallmark of his trade, after all. The strike across his face would leave a mark, but not as indelible or debilitating as she believed.

Markus pulsed his magic through his ring, instantly bringing relief and healing to the minor wounds. To maintain her ignorance, Markus remained kneeling as he witnessed a fight the likes of which he had seen very few times, and that in only the memories of the older members of Grey Tower. He almost let out a laugh at the sight, as he had most certainly not expected this example of beauty to be this particular woman. Her current garb and tendency to disappear off of the face of Laera had worked in her favor until the very moment he witnessed her fighting style and the fans in her hands.

"Raven Cathain."

His voice was such a low murmur and his presence seemingly put so far out of mind that he went unheard by Raven as she made her exit. The wave of magic flowed around the personal barrier and he merely smirked in response, though only after she had turned away. One glance at the men around him and pain filtered through his heart. He had known these men most of their lives, if not his own. He had raised some of them, even been at their birth to help the midwife with his healing ring. Their deaths would not be forgotten, and Raven would know before this little game between them ended what he felt.

A subtle exertion of Markus' will darkened the tan of his clothes to a less neutral brown, but one often worn by Mendulese. His scarf wrapped around his body and shifted into a hood with a scarf trailing along the end, now the same indistinct brown of his clothing. Raven was barely gone a few seconds, and despite any fitness regime she could not get very far, especially not from him. As the other non-combatant members of his clan rushed in, he nodded to them and gestured in somber silence to their dead brothers as the healers among his group rushed to heal the others before he retrieved a few items from the cart and stowed them in his satchel. He would aid his clan shortly. Assuring the culprit didn't escape was priority now. With a hand on his sword, Markus vanished from sight and senses as he weaved through the markets far faster than anyone else in the form of an invisible spirit.

It was easy in his enhanced spirit form to first find then get ahead of Raven and watch her put on new clothes, then walk as quickly as any customer or trader did through the market. Her complicated maneuvers mattered little to him. He knew the city far better than she ever would; having spent a long time as a slave here and in other Mendulese cities offered that particular knowledge rather easily. In an alley ahead of her he reappeared and began to tail her normally, his magic suppressed much like her own to avoid detection.

He was rather amused, however, when she completed her mission and tried to fool him with the transformed broom. He had no interest in her mission beyond curiosity and information at best. No, his interest in her was more than claiming an asset, gaining an alliance, or making her into her good little sex-slave like she had assumed earlier when she touched his cock. No, his purpose now was showing her that she had made a grave mistake in killing people he considered family. His amusement at her actions stemmed not only from outright defeating them before she had even done it, but from clearly sensing the last of her power had been used.

The turn inland was only mildly surprising. Anyone being pursued would go to great efforts not to be caught. Apparently she had little experience in being a fugitive of any kind, at least in his opinion. Then again, he was a relative unknown as a mercenary and someone in pursuit of others. In most circles he was an entertaining merchant with some skill in magic, seduction, black market contacts and far more information than he should have. Even so, he amused himself with the steady flow of Raven's advance through the city. He was close enough, however, to hear her last few words until he was directly at her side.

"I believe I already have, Raven Cathain."

The quaint, almost kindly reply he offered was not mimicked upon his face, shrouded lightly by his hood and scarf as it was. Instead it was a stoic mask that stared balefully at her.

"You see, you underestimate that which you don't understand, not fully at least," Markus continued idly as he watched her closely. "Had you not instigated a battle to the death you might have realized I am more interested in alliance than slavery with someone of your caliber. Subjecting you to brief slavery would have been a part of the act in front of the Mendulese. Now, however, such brevity and shallow depths of deception are no longer an option for you."

His kindly tone hadn't change, but the steel in his gaze hardened to adamant as he met her amethyst orbs with his enchanting blue. "You killed men I helped the midwife bring into this world, who I raised and taught, who were family to me. I now have to inform their mothers and fathers I failed to protect their sons and beg for their forgiveness. I may be able to bring one or two, perhaps three of them back from death, but that must be done sooner rather than later and I tire of following you. You, however, will pay your due whether you desire to or not."

Markus easily moved in front of her, his gaze trained on her, his senses looking for any warning of trouble or hint of emotions as he stood before her, his magical power unleashed and focused solely around her to show her just how strong a Bard and Crime Lord like him was. There was no allure within the magic, no persuasive elements, just pure power that he wrapped around her as he continued, his eyes subtly glowing with magic.

"The question is; will you come quietly or shall I be forced to do a more dangerous dance with you?"
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The sweet aroma of lilies, roses, tulips, jasmine and daisies filled the air as Raven journeyed through the flower district of Aquila. If she wasn't currently on the run she would have stopped to take in their various scents and fragile beauty but no such luxury could be delighted in. Deep down the wise, powerful enchantress was a romantic at heart, much preferring sweet gestures of affection to being treated as nothing more than an object of sex, which was why she was so adamant from becoming Markus' love slave. So despite her magical energy being completely spent, Raven could still sense the world around her and though she could not detect Markus nearby, her instincts told her that he wasn't far off. Magical distractions were hardly going to shake him loose nor was a change of clothes but she still had to try... At the very least she needed to make Markus work at owning her. Though how she'd been foolish enough to allow the situation to get away from her as it had plagued her thoughts. Her missions were always so perfectly executed and well thought out so as to eliminate any possibilities of failure but this time, she had allowed her intrigued curiosity to cloud her judgement and leave an opening for error. Still, she supposed it created a learning moment to reflect upon in the future but that still didn't make it any less annoying when Markus strolled up so casually beside her with such irritable ease. Clearly her earlier hindrance attempts had no impact on his locating her which would have quite impressed her if it didn't go hand in hand with her freedom.

Thoughts of fighting him one on one crossed her mind as they strolled through the busy streets like a pair of old friends catching up but then his words cut deep into her very core... Typically, Raven wouldn't have even flinched at taking the lives of those who crossed her, but the men she had killed just a little while ago were men whom Markus considered family and if there was one force that drove her purpose even more powerfully than the advancement of magic was her dedication, determination, loyalty and duty she devoted to the people she loved. The knowledge that he pursued her not because he wanted to enslave her but instead to make her understand his pain completely changed her plan of action. Prior intentions to beat the snot out of him and send him crawling back to his remaining men on his knees were replaced with a far more sympathetic and compassionate agenda. She gently placed her fans into his right hand before taking hold of his left hand and placing it to her heart as she placed her left hand to his. In that simple act, Raven opened herself up to Markus so that he could connect with her soul as well as to feel, see and hear the truth to what she was about to offer.

"I did not intend to cause you pain Markus Pror, but if you are willing to trust me now, I swear to you that I can bring them back." Her eyes gazed intently into his own as her words carried a weighted guilt and regret to them, "There is, however, a large risk involved for you; you'd have to transfer what magic you currently possess into me but I swear to you on the life of my daughter that I shall not betray you. And in exchange for your magic I will not only revive your friends but I will come willing with you and listen to the alliance pitch you spoke of." A smirk then spread upon her face, "Perhaps I could even be persuaded into granting you with a night that you shall never forget. So what do you say Markus, are you willing to make this bargain with me?"
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If Markus had to admit anything, it was that he cared for his clan above all others. Sure he was out for himself, but the clan was your family, and for him it always had been and always would be. He had sacrificed so much to give them a good life and feeling their lives end at the edge of her blades was hard enough. Seeing her here, alive when they weren't, infuriated him in ways he could hardly express. But rage and revenge were not to be his. No, he had other arrangements that needed to be made for her.

When Raven spoke of her bargain, Markus' eyebrow slowly raised of its own accord. Of course, with his hand within bare inches of fully gripping her breast and allowing him to violate her, it was slightly distracting until he felt her emotions run through his arm and into his mind. The guilt, the pain, she knew it just as he did and she genuinely wanted to make up for it. That, he thought, was almost an incredulous claim until he could sense the truth in her every word, her every power and emotion. The bargain she begged, however, was a high price in his mind.

"You expect me to weaken myself in the off-chance you have some phenomenal ability to bring all of them back when I can bring only three back from death and remain standing?" Markus spat. Bringing a spirit back from the dead was more than just revival, it was regeneration of the body before you brought the spirit back from the afterlife, and that bargain was not easily made, even with his sword enhancing his abilities. Still, if anyone he knew had such power a zulkier of her reputation, a sorceress of her knowledge and experience might have it. His temper eased and Markus breathed the deep scent of the surrounding flowers before he looked her in the eyes.

"We will settle on further terms when my clan have their loved ones back." Decision made, Markus slipped her weapons into his satchel and pulled Raven close. Their hoods fell back and he loomed intimidating, seductive over her as his breath gently caressed her lips. "But I am there every step of the way to see how you accomplish this, that is unavoidable." Markus leaned in and just before their lips met, he smirked. "And a night together is the least you'll owe me."

Instantly Markus' lips met hers in a tantalizing, tempting kiss that flooded her with his magic. Captivation poured through his lips and tongue and into her. His magic followed after, the power coursing through them, almost heightened by the passionate embrace Markus had locked them together in. His hands roamed and fondled, squeezed and caressed her with the practiced perfection of the most experienced and talented of lovers. As the power left him and entered into her, Markus opened himself up to her and her magic, awaiting the moment she might do the impossible.
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"No Lord Pror, I expect you to take a leap of faith and believe that I am capable of remarkable feats, even when they seem impossible." Replied Raven with a calm, steady tone.

Through their combined connection, Raven could sense that his emotions were high, he was filled with the rage of a tortured soul that had just lost people he loved as well as the desire to inflict that pain upon her but as her intentions to rectify her actions flowed through Markus, she could feel his temper dissolve into disbelief that she could even achieve what she claimed but even that mentality switched into a reluctance to accept her offer but with a few conditions of his own. She supposed if the tables were turned that she'd do the same and considering her current situation, Raven couldn't exactly complain or object. Still, even if she upheld her end of the bargain there was no guarantee that he wouldn't still want to own her and with what she had planned to resurrect his clan, the siren would be in no position to resist him once everything was said and done.

"Very well, I agree to all of your conditions Markus Pror but know that if you should betray me, I ensure that you shall deeply regret it."

As their lips pressed together in a passionate and tantalizing kiss, Raven felt the surge of Markus' captivation magic flow over her like a crashing wave upon the shore. She had to admire his persistence, not to mention his masterful skills in caressing her curves. It was quite obvious that their future sexual excursions together would be the stuff of legends and she rather looked forward to the experience but first, she had a promise to uphold. As his magic transferred from his body into hers, Raven pulled him in closer to her and caressed his cheek with a smirk, "You better hold on tight Casanova."

With his magic now supplying her the capability to access her own, the dark haired temptress pulled him once more into an electric exchange of saliva. Right now, it would be exceedingly simple for her to use his own powers against him but Raven had sworn on the life of her daughter to uphold her word so instead, she spun a wheel of cosmic energy consisting of time itself. Suddenly the world around them stood perfectly still and silent, frozen in a single moment but then that moment began to unravel and everyone and everything around them started to turn backwards. Events that had unfolded earlier slowly became undone as they stood in the middle of it completely unaffected by the turning of the wheel. The men she had killed during her previous escape attempt rose back up onto their feet as chieftains, lords and the other wealthy men from the slave trade refilled the room. Within a matter of seconds, Raven had erased the past twenty five minutes of time and returned them both to moments after the sale had been completed. She had upheld her end of the bargain but as she released the wheel of time from her control to allow it to flow properly once more, Raven collapsed into Markus' arms. All the energy and precision it required to unravel time had taken all of her strength, leaving her vulnerable to the whims of the man who now had her, the collar, brand and his clan members back... Her fate was now in his hands.
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The leap o faith, it seemed, had paid of, and well beyond expectations in his favor. The power that surged through him as Raven twisted time to her whim was a rush unlike anything he had felt before. Markus had a heard the legends of powerful magic, had delved into records of magic that seemed like gifts from the gods and goddesses themselves, but never had he witnessed them fully. To be at the center of the storm as the world turned about him, as time was unraveled back to when their conflict had begun was nothing short of miraculous to the proud criminal.

As Raven went limp in his arms, Markus' heart leaped into his throat as he saw his men alive and well. They looked just as they had barely a half hour ago, healthy, hale, and eager to see their leader's plan come to fruition. A sigh of relief left his lips and the men looked at him strangely as he gently lowered her onto a cot one of his men provided. In a rare display of emotion he tugged those that had fallen into a brief embrace each before he turned to her. Questions his people had, but they would be answered later when other terms were agreed upon.

Nary an hour later Markus was refreshed. A potion had revitalized his strength, along with drawing portions of power from those of his clan. They had gladly gifted him back his full power in order to "seal the deal" as it were, and how right they were in more than one way. Markus had gently stripped Raven in her unconscious state and bathed her in the finest waters he could provide aboard the ship that would take them south to Estreas.

After bathing Raven, Markus idly drew upon her body with his hands, massaging her at first, pampering her for returning his people to him. It was only a short time after he had begun that he began to subtly transform some of the skin at her lower back. It would be a temporary mark, for her ability to transform was well known. Even so, as he made the elegant marking he appreciated his work and how it flower over the contours of her lower back and drew the eye to her splendid form as much as it proclaimed she was his, or at least a part of his clan.

His playful work wasn't quite finished, however. Subtler arts and mischief took hold as Markus gently altered Raven's body. It was something he had learned with prolonged lovers, something they enjoyed immensely, in fact. The awesome power to transform one thing into another with hardly any effort also allowed him to quietly alter the qualities of such a form. In Raven's case, he didn't so much alter her form as enhance it with sensitivity to touch, primarily pleasure. When finished, he began to massage her again, this time with deep pressure and tempting kneading of her flesh as he treated her to a small token of his affection and gratitude.

After a time, he couldn't help but grin.

"You can open your eyes, Raven," he teased lightly as he massaged right next to her core. "Letting out the building moans you're desperately holding back is also delightfully welcome."
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Few were practiced in the art of time turning but even fewer were as gifted as she in the precision it required to turn the clock as she did. Most would have been unable to stop and pick a moment to untangle without having to spin the whole eight hour expansion of the power to do so. But Raven had practiced and perfected her skill to such a point that she could rewind just one minute if she truly desired to. Although performing such a task sounds simple, controlling the wheel to bend less required more energy and concentration than allowing the full extension of the gift be used. That is why her task had drained her so and how she came to fall into Markus' arms without consciousness. As far as the time that passed from that moment until the one she'd awake was uncertain but what she did know was that her skin was cleaned, her clothes removed, her body altered and that her sensations were heightened to his touch. As a matter of fact, her sensations were practically screaming and pleading for more as his hands masterfully worked her body but Raven wasn't going to cave to his whims so easily, even if that pleasure was exceedingly temptation filled and erotic.

"You simply couldn't resist stripping me naked and helping yourself to altering my body as if I were yours to posses, could you Lord Pror." stated the young enchantress as she slapped away his hands from her body.

She pulled herself away from his sensual, caressing hands and climbed off the bed to make her way over to a standing mirror within his cabin. Every swing of her hips was watched with carnal desire from the man who was quick to follow after her much like a puppy desperate for affection. As Raven pulled her black tresses back, which hung in loose curls down to her hips, she glanced back at the flowered mark upon her body. It was pretty to be sure but he would pay for altering her form as if she were his property... And then suddenly, Markus' hands were quick to find her breasts again and the sudden gasp of pleasure which escaped from her quivering mouth was enough to prove how perfectly his magic had truly changed her form. Her plump and wet pink lips hovered so close to his they were practically touching; her hot breath panted in want from her open mouth as her hands wrapped themselves about his scarf once more. Even though she could feel his captivation magic at play, she could no longer resist his lustful manipulations of her body and mind.

"So, tell me, Lord Markus Pror of the Alani Clan, do you intend to become even more intimately knowledgeable of my body?!" quipped Raven, knowing full well what his answer would be.

"I would think that was rather apparent from our earlier intimacy. But if that's not enough of an answer then I'll put it quite plainly: Yes, both in the pursuit of pleasure and in furthering our alliance." remarked Pror.

A grin spread across her mouth, "Very well then." And with that, she took extra care to remove his scarf, ring and weapons before she started to rip into his shirt and proceed to kiss and suck her way up his chest to his mouth before stopping a mere inch away. "I'm all yours."
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Markus smirked as Raven awoke and tried to play the part of an offended party. In fact he knew she had been quite pleased with being fondled and massaged. Though when it came to the rest, he was sure she would appreciate it in time, or perhaps sooner rather than later where his magical treatment of her was concerned. The sensations that he felt from her already told him his alterations were bringing her far more pleasure than anything she had felt before, and he intended to ensure she remember just who had given her such, if only until she, or he, returned her to her natural state.

As Raven made for the full-length mirror, he followed with confidence and anticipation. If she was to learn just how intense his touch could be on her, why not show her? As she examined her form and a slight narrowing of her eyes passed over the tattoo he had placed on the small of her back, Markus smirked. His hands easily found her breasts, cupped and rubbed them, massaged them, kneaded and fondled them with the perfection of hundreds of years experience in the craft of creating and giving pleasure to others. Her gasped response was music to his ears, and the heat of her breath as it washed over his lips was temptation personified.

A touch of his captivation magic leaked out of him at Markus' bidding. A nudge, a push in the right direction as he answered the sorceress honestly. His intentions to get to know her body? Absolute and without restraint. As she removed his scarf and gear, he willingly parted with it but for the ring on his finger. As she kissed up his body he snatched the scarf out of the air as it began to float down and wrapped it around her.

Just as before, he eased it around her shoulders and pulled her close. Their lips met with heated need and lust and Markus let his captivation flow through them both. If he had the power, why not use it? Demonic influence flooded them both, ensconced away with their inhibitions. When they finally parted and she gasped for air against his lips, Markus met Raven's gaze with one of such intensity it would make a woman melt and moisten in an instant.

"Yes, Raven," he breathed seductively in his silky smooth voice as his hands fondled and roamed her possessively. "You are all mine."

Markus kissed Raven again, dominated her mouth with lust and possessiveness even as he moved her back toward the bed. He eased them into it, letting their bodies flow along the silk sheets even as Raven tore and ripped his clothes from him. When they reached the head of the bed, he twisted and tied the scarf about her hands and bound them to the headboard. A sinful smirk played across his lips as he put Raven at the mercy of his devilish pleasures.

Markus' mouth met Raven's again, his tongue battled hers, dominated it before he explored her moaning chasm as his hands caressed, fondled and massaged her body. The heaving swells of her breasts were soon gripped tight in his hands, squeezed, rubbed and groped in every way Raven wanted, and ways she could have hardly imagined before that moment. When he finally released her lips for her to gasp for air, Markus's lips left a trail of blissful fire down her body to her breasts, right to her nipples upon which he lavished attention. His lips wrapped around her nipples, his tongue teased and tantalized them before he sucked on them possessively.

When Raven could hardly stand it any more, he gave her what she wanted, what they both wanted. His stiff shaft, his long, hard, meaty, aching girth lined up with her weeping core just right for him to spear into her, to let his lance of passion stretch and impale her upon it as he took her for his own for the first and certainly not the last time. He thrust again which earned a moaning scream of his name past Raven's lips, and a smirk laced itself along his own as his gazed down into her eyes with all the intent to ruin, pleasure, and dominate her.

"All mine..."
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She took note of his keeping the ring but made no comment about it, knowing more about him could come later, right now she only desired to learn what he could do as a lover and considering how he'd already altered her body, Raven felt confident that Markus was more than capable of pleasing her every inch with practiced perfection. She could barely contain the lustful want building inside as he maneuvered her back over to the bed and restrained her hands with his scarf. He wanted control and for now, she'd let him have it. All of a sudden she could feel the man's lips pressed firmly against hers, she could taste the salty wet surface of his rough tongue swirl within her mouth as his calloused hands cupped around her breasts. His fingers tweaked and rubbed at her hardened nipples to procure from her the soft sultry moans which he so enjoyed to hear. Hardly any space existed between their hot, sticky, sweat dripped bodies as Raven arched even further back to allow him to seductively kissed his way down to her round perky orbs. Markus' lips closed around her nipple whilst simultaneously filling them both with his captivation magic. It was as if she was being consumed by the flames of passion that exceeded far beyond the physical engulfing her spirit, and his as well, into an euphoric melding of indescribable hot, sticky pleasure. She moaned even deeper, her mouth gaped open as the heated ecstasy rose with each masterful stroke of his hands and mouth. Her fingers tangled around the scarf securing her to the bed and as she closed her eyes Raven gasped in deep ecstasy with a quivering lustful form as he at last thrust inside her. Her back arched underneath him as he powerfully thrust inside her tight, wet folds with deep fluid strides as she cried out his name.

"Markus!"

Senses were overcome the moment Markus thrust his girth inside her vagina, skilled hips rocked hers back and forth which caused a deep gasping moan from Raven's lips as she allowed herself to be at his mercy. She immediately welcomed the attention the mixed demon gave to her womanhood. Almost breathless exhaled sighs of ecstasy billowed from her quivering lips with each touch of his fingers rubbing against her hardened nipples. With each stroke did she curl her toes, purring for more in his ear... And oh did he ever for while he thrust inside her, Markus' mouth found her breasts. More moans escaped as her fingers curled tighter around the scarf and inhibitions were snuffed out. Raven arched and squirmed beneath Markus as her longing to be thrust into deeper escalated with each passing moment. His passionate kisses were like fire, a fire that had engulfed both of them and only threatened to grow hotter. Another, deeper, panted moan escaped her when his mouth found hers once more. Her fingernails dug deeper into the fabric of the scarf as hungry eyes begged for more from him. Lust now consumed her as Raven lurched forward to plant her own wet, salty kiss upon the man. Her tongue ravaged his as if clawing to be taken, to be consumed by their deed.

"Yes," she breathed in a heavy pant, "More!"
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