It was a quiet evening for once. Camping out in the wilderness wasn't always peaceful. Nor safe...
The darkening they called it. An event that took place many years ago. It was the reason she was here. Some say she was seeking her fortune like so many heroes before her. Others say she was just an initiate sent out by her master to "train" in the wilds.
Staring into the flames of her campfire, a smirk twisted up the right-hand corner of her soft pink lips as she thought of this speculation, she heard so often in the village taverns. In her mind it was a bit of both. She was by no means that green anymore. You had to learn quickly to survive out here. She sighed, poking at the embers with the end of a broken staff she found near the ruined hut.
"Might as well get some sleep while it's quiet, Kara." The raven tilted its head, cawed, and hopped from Jarah's side onto a nearby pile of rubble beginning to preen his feathers. Jarah settled down on her bed roll, drifting off to sleep as she watched the flames die down to glowing embers.
She awoke with a start, eyes snapping open at faint rustling nearby. She inwardly rolled her eyes hoping this wasn't an ambush by bandits or a hunting party of creatures. Turning her head ever so slightly she could make out a dusky figure rummaging in her rucksack. "A thief!" she thought as that same smirk slowly curled the corner of her mouth. In one fluid motion she rolled up onto her knees grabbing her staff from behind her and motioning a symbol in the direction of the figure. She heard a gasp, the distinct scrape of heels in the dirt and a grunt as he was dragged and bound to a post at the edge of the clearing. "With a flick of the wrist," she thought to herself as she rekindled the campfire with another silent spell.
A man with sandy blonde hair, appearing a little on the scrawny side, was bound by her spell. "State your business thief," she spat at him in a low tone while glaring at him through narrowed eyes. He wouldn't meet her gaze, ashamed of being caught yet an air of pride still evident by the clenching of his square jawline. She studied his face, stubble from a poor day or two old shave shadowing the lines. She turned his face towards her with the end of her staff "What were you trying to steal!" she demanded as his piercing green eyes met hers.
"Food, and water," came the gruff reply.
She raised an eyebrow, "You mean a portal scroll, don't you?" She padded around the bound man slowly, still holding the staff to his jaw. She snorted, "Do you think I would be camping out here if I had any to spare?" She sat down on the log by the fireside, elbows on her knees, pondering whether to let the stranger go. "How long have you been out here?" her eyes scanned the sinewy muscles under his loose shirt glinting with a film of sweat.
"Longer than I care to have been scrounging around without any proper gear," an impatient tone evident in his raspy voice.
Maybe it was the loneliness playing tricks with her mind. Maybe it was something more primal, the scent of him perhaps. She could have sworn he was studying her form while she wasn't looking. "A flick of the wrist," repeated in her mind as she turned away and dropped more wood on the fire with a simple hand motion. Her thought trailed off, "A flick of the..."
Her golden eyes flickered with lust as she brushed a lock of her dark hair behind her ear, a wicked notion playing in her mind as she glanced at him over her shoulder. Turning back, she stood in front of her prisoner, breathing in the musky smell of man. A warmth starting to stir deep in her belly. "I have a proposition" she said thoughtfully, cocking her head to the left while shifting her weight to her right leg and placing her hand on her hip.
"What?" he barked at her.
She lightly traced her index finger along his jawline and down his chest where the lacing of his tattered tunic would have been. "Hmmm, you will have to make it worth my while to consider giving you my last scroll," she purred.
Jarah shrugged her shoulders making her cloak drop to the floor exposing her smooth shoulders, bare midriff, and shapely legs to the night air. She turned away, paused, and looked at him over her shoulder for a little dramatic effect as she silently started making another gesture. Her prisoner huffed and grumbled under his breath as she turned slowly on her heels... Undoing the laces of what was left of his breeches with a flick of her wrist.
It didn't seem like he was protesting to her actions all too much. In fact, she could sense the rising heat in him as he strained to control his breathing and not ogle her too obviously. He had clearly been alone out here for a long while as well... She stepped closer, grasping his jaw between her thumb and fingers, and turning his face to hers, planting a kiss on his lips. He neither responded nor resisted her efforts. She lazily trailed her fingers over his neck and chest, biting her bottom lip seductively.
Trying to seem less excited and more in control than she really was. She stepped in close, pressing her body against his. She gave a sly smile and huskily whispered in his ear: "I want you inside me. I'm aching for it. I haven't seen, much less touched a man in ages". She kissed him deeply, this time he responded, a small gasp caught in his throat as he stifled a low growl and kissed her back hungrily. He drew in a sharp breath and raggedly exhaled as he realized they were now suddenly, instantly standing with their torsos touching skin to skin in the glow of the firelight.
He tried to bring up his hand to touch her smooth caramel skin at the nape of her neck, or perhaps to run his fingers gently over the rounding of her breasts but he was still bound to the post. "Not yet," Jarah breathed in his ear, planting a trail of kisses down his torso as he strained against the magic binding. Tasting the dust and the saltiness of his sweat, she purposely left the undone breeches on him to build even more suspense. She toyed with the lacing, kissing, ever so slowly down, down, down. Until her hands and her lips met at the waist of his pants. She could now feel the unmistakable heat rising from him. Knew that he was going to be rock hard when she dropped his tattered breeches. She didn't though.
She slowly, softly toyed with him through the threadbare fabric. Tracing a finger over his bulge. Grazing a nipple against his bare skin as she slithered her half-naked body up against him again to look him in the eyes. His hips bucking almost involuntarily as she caressed him. Satisfied that her seduction was successful thus far, after what seemed like ages, she effortlessly slipped the breeches down over his hips, his rock-hard erection finally free, throbbing with anticipation of another touch.
