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Shadows lengthened over the hoary hill town sitting at the back as the lone star fully settled beneath the mountainous horizon, painting the sky fully black as Henrietta finished inspecting the first and second floor of their wing.

Along the way she ran into a few of the bodyguards working for their client as additional protection for their twin children. The softly creaking tones of her leather garments echoed pleasantly as she reached towards the backdoor leading to the widely reaching parking lot behind the eastern wing, overlooking the lit hoary town nestled below the hill.

As the cold wind breezed against her ebony face of slight elvish distinctness, she grabbed the pack of cigarettes inflating her left breast pocket and wedged the pink filtered cigarette between her well-rounded, plump and slightly lighter toned lips while her orchid eyes surveyed the lit town below banishing the dark settled on the world.

Above the tip of her polished blunt claw, a spark of flames with a tint of rose appeared out of nowhere as she lit the end of her cigarette which bathed her mesmerizing, exotic visage as she inhaled deeply. While she enjoyed the smoke caressing her lungs and throat, rejuvenating her tired mind, she heard the backdoor open and close while the sound of a soft whimper coming from the soratanese hired guard evaded her quasi-elven ears.

Carlithus himself noticed the chocolate beauty moving around the floor and waited patiently to make his moves, taking down the patrolling guards one by one before neutralizing Henrietta who caught his reddish golden eyes. After he placed the unconscious form down, and secured the soratanese man with a pair of dampening cuffs and a roll of glistening, translucent white tape which he also used to gag the guard, he straightened his borrowed uniform, coughed lightly as he mustered his strength.

“A fine evening, isn’t it?” At first, he planned to just strike before she noticed, though as he approached with careful steps, he altered his plans and reached into his red coat for his own package of cigarettes.

“It is, and one beautiful town you should be proud of.” Henrietta said, oblivious to the intentions of the disguised sol elven man whose handsome visage hastened the beating of her heart as she turned back.

“Sadly, I’m not from here. Though as I look at the town in these breaks, I wish I’d be.” He said while the cigarette wedged between his own lips while he pondered when to strike.

Henrietta took a deep breath and reached her right hand towards the man. “Henrietta by the way.”

“Theoro at your service.” As the wind blew her vivid orchid blouse collars towering, circling around her delicate neck, she chuckled at the tickling of the cold satin caressing her neck, and at the soft, gentlemanly kiss of her hands which came quite out of the blue. Even for Carlithus who felt a beckoning, a blooming obsession forming in his heart as he felt a sudden warmness hardening his solar rod while his gaze drawn to the woman’s magnificent visage while the air swept and rustled her dark locks blessed with a silken sheen.

The two engaged in an hour long talk, completely lost and oblivious to their tasks, the two retreated into the shadows where their arms locked around their waists, their lips locked then separated many times while alternating their trajectory between neck and lip.

At long last, Carlithus released from the jubilant trance when his pants unbuckled and fell to the shadow shrouded snow, and the pressing soft touch of her pleasantly warm, moistened lips against the tip of his hardened rod as she laid on her knees, with her leathery suit’s collars popped out while her tender palms and fingers wrapped around his shaft and gently stroked them while spells amplifying the sensations threefold poured out from them.

Though it took him a lot, he managed to rule in his primal desires just as he was about to unload his golden tinted bodily fluids onto her face. In his climax, he swiftly locked two fingers together, and pressed them against her forehead just as purplish fulgurations danced around them and on mooring, charged at her. With a muffled moan – as the road still filled the confines of her mouth – she stopped her pleasant twisting and sucking and fell into the snow unconscious, though still continuing in her dreams as a smile curved onto her sleeping dark visage.

He stared at her sleeping form for several seconds before he quickly stooped down for his pants and quickly stapled them back to their place while instinctively stroking his rod once more beneath the layers of clothing enchanted with spells to keep him warm even on this cold night.

Vile thoughts of continuing on, to insert his rod into her vulva surfaced in his mind, but then the firm words of her once lover Siasin rang in his head, and instead quickly searched through the pockets of Henrietta before procuring a few mana ties and the roll of translucent snow white sealing tape.

Carlithus quickly rolled her on her sides and forced her wrists together while the roll hovered close to his mouth while he used his teeth to peel a long one which end he swiftly attached to the snow silvery ornated cuffs. After finishing the first layer of binding on her wrist, he grabbed one of the mana ties and secured it over as a second layer of binding.

For the rest of her body, he repeated the same circling motions as he made sure her arms tightened against her back limiting their movement even more. Though as most of the mana ties were fitted for the limbs, he enlarged three of the pieces which he fastened against the three loops of translucent snow white tape.

At last he tore off a long strip by hand, and pressed the contrasting, translucent piece against her ebony lips and cheeks. As he rested while watching the edges of the frosted window like tape connecting onto her chocolate cheeks, he lit another cigarette then after confirming no further staff left the building, lifted the softly moaning Henrietta over his shoulder.

Before he stepped forth the shrouding mass of trees, he enveloped himself and the unconscious, trussed up Raven Eye in a bubble erasing their tangible forms and continued towards a quite cheap looking magicraft car. Carlithus opened up the trunk, and threw her inside gently while looking around as he slammed the door on the dreaming Henrietta mumbling through her gag.

As he raised from the closed back compartment’s door, Carlithus appeared scared and puzzled as she faced quite the elven beauty whose slender form was hugged by lavish grayish-silver woolen coat, her piercing eyes the vivid shade of frost and ice.

His mana flowed towards his hands as he assumed an affable smile. “Can I he…”

**

The lavish bar itself was located on the topmost floor, on the side of Garstaad which was clearly visible thanks to the panorama wall constructed from thick glass-bricks, a completely translucent material produced with arcane tricks, where the material itself appeared like glass while had the quality and characteristics of marble or limestone – depending on who you asked.

Beyond it further in, the half-moon shaped counter laid with mirroring shelves housing the myriad and or more drinks of highest quality besides other substances illegal to common folk. Near the entrance into the bar itself on elevated platform rested the spacious boxes consisting of one roundly curving burgundy leather seats with a glossy hexagonal table in the center, enchanted with spell to keep the drinks fresh and mildly cold while the floor itself was carpeted in lavish velvet of a deep black shade.

Raabdeth leaned against the wall, her glinting emerald eyes focused on Magdrat sitting in the company of gorgeous woman of all kinds of kindred including the snow-blonde orii elf heartily laughing while joining in with the rest clinking their glasses of bubbling magenta drinks.

As she sipped her sweet orange flavored drink from a lavish wine glass, she tried to quell her frustration after Magdrat’s numerous seducing attempts during their way here in the Flottirion, and while they headed to their respective rooms on the floor below. Even though the two were relatively close in terms of race, Raabdeth herself preferred to share her beauty with the genuine and not those who simply want to buy their way into a shared bed.

In her angered state, she was kind of understanding towards the anarchist aiming for the life of the two children. Though she played with the thought of just abandoning her post, or even just swap with Faenia or Henrietta, she instead diverted her attention by pondering what erotic horror novel to buy next.

Whilst she was deep in thought, she had the habit of burying her face into her barsoon blouses’ soft collars. Barsoon itself was just like Aetherna satin, arcane in nature and process of creation, though unlike the latter, barsoon fell into the family of velvet.

Aetherna Satin itself had a distinct sheen and quality of form most refined and brilliantly alluring many described it as a synthesis of the highest grade of silken and melted glass, while in stiffness it was unparalleled as no matter the movement of the torso and its pieces, its milk smooth, glinting surface remained ever so lacking in wrinkled faults.

Barsoon itself was a similar endeavor in the family of velvet developed by the former Sultanate’s pioneer’s of fashion. Though instead, many of its aficionados described Barsoon more akin to highest grade alloy – to adramantyrium – synthetized with linen instead of silk resulting in a mixed alloyed velvety polish, a smoothness not faultless as creases still appeared even on the emerald piece hugging Raabdeth’s statuesque form, though in stiffness it stood closer to alloys as the triangular collars appeared quite disciplined within her jacket’s open turtleneck.

As she was coming to a decision – falling onto the third short story collection of famed dwarven novelist famed for the Great Fae Vraes – she missed the patrolling orcish bodyguard grabbed by Siasin who then stabbed a poison laced needle into her neck while covering her tusk decked mouth.

Nevertheless, her stupor still ended as she felt the cold ethereal wind of death breezing the arcane inscriptions woven into her metaphysical cerebral arcane point allowing her to sense the faintest of magical energies resulted from the casting of spell and even the extinguishment of one’s life. Though the latter was much fainter, less cold strangely compared to actual cold winds blowing in the region.

First, she stared to the left opposite to where the orc met her sudden demise muffled by a small magicraft device coating that section of the level in a high grade spell which erased her last death throes further stifled by Siasin’s gloved hand. Her emerald eyes lit up for a moment as she woven a spell into them as she surveyed for the unseen marks left by a spell akin to the devices.

Upon confirming that the winds of death blew from the opposite, she placed her glass of orange juice onto the richly hued reddish birch desk standing on her right and reached for her silenced wand pistol resting still in its holster buckled to her long skirts belt.

With careful pace and graceful motions, she headed towards the right while her long, knife-sharp ears’ tips twitched as her hearing honed onto the small noises including the steps made by her high heeled boots muffled by the chestnut carpeted floor.

Before the two turns towards north and south, she ceased her movement and closed down one eye while pressing her index fingers tip against it. A small eye of translucent blue appeared in front of her and flew to the turn where it first veered north then south where it noticed the door closing of the nearby vacant room just as Siasin closed the door.

She knew the culprit – Siasin – was behind as the door closing made no sound awakening her common sense knocked out by her anger. The eye faded into void as she lifted her finger and walked towards the door and while doing so, she noticed not many, but a few drops of the poison with a faint caustic odor slowly draught by the carpet.

With her back pushed gently against the wall, she waited patiently, trying to pick up any noise which may inform her that her newfound target was unaware of being exposed already. On the other end, Siasin who was aware of being discovered, similarly pushed her back against the wall while the corpse of the orc laid near, her yellow eyes staring vacantly at the milk white door of elaborate carven features.

“Fuck it.” Raabdeth murmured to herself after any sound indicating she had the element of surprise felt absent, with a swift force accompanied by her arm drawn back, palm pushed forward, the door in front of her broke in. A sibilant scowl escaped Siasin’s lips as parts of the shattered door carved into her soft, smooth flesh while she vainly shielded her masked visage.

Then she reflexively grabbed Raabdeth’s arms and hurled her further into the room while leaping inside the bathroom directly at the now destroyed door. Inside she reached for her silenced wand pistol and blindingly shot from her cover just as Raabdeth rose over the bed, grabbing impulsively onto the silken soft sheets.

As her eyes were still enchanted, her soul eased a bit when she recognized the singular runic ethereal words in the mana bullets aimed to simply paralyze her. Though her paranoid thoughts still found their way into her mind as she envisioned tortured gruesomely by the assassin.

Truthfully – while she waited for the mana burn of her opponent – she was close to the truth before paranoia smiled at her, as Siasin herself was aware of the Black Roses certain open secrets, including that their deaths generate a much stronger wind of death. And like her opponent, she was perceived by paranoia itself as she was thinking that there was a feared Eye of the Black Rose hiding in the floors’ below.

The moment the hail of mana bullets stopped, Raabdeth leapt over the bed resultant of her opponent’s mana burn. Her gleaming cloud of dark hair slipping down on her left shoulder fluttered all around as she landed on the soft carpeted floor while the holes molded onto the painted wall as she went on the offensive.

On the other side of said wall, Siasin sensing her incoming doom, swiftly ducked down while she reached into her pocket void and grabbed a vial or two of mana replenishing concoctions she chugged down haphazardly. With a translucent ward erected in front of her, she hurled her body out and returned fire once more aiming to just paralyze her opponent.

Raabdeth sibilantly cursed as one of the mauve pinkish bullets grazed her leg, the livid energies breaking through the great protections of her silken stockings and she stumbled forward while continuing creating holes in the wall outside the corridor.

Two more bullets hit the immobile draconic dame of elven kindred, the saccharine taste of exultation quickly pervaded Siasin whose reddish lips curved widely into a victorious smile as she looked at Raabdeth spreading on her belly.

Before she began the process of restraining, Siasin walked back to the door and while waving her arms in front of her body circularly, the shattered pieces of the door coalesced back to their place before their sudden destruction and she closed the door after checking no one heard the scuffle between the two of themselves.

Like a ravenous beast walking over its prey, she stopped directly above Raabdeth while producing enchanted ropes from her pocket void, though once more before she began the process, she took her opponents armament and searched through her jackets’ pockets. Satisfied, she finally began the process, quite excited as she was a connoisseur of binding the fine-looking. 

Raabdeth laid motionless, silently cursing her predicament and her own arrogance born of the pride of Black Rose. Though she could not move any of her limbs, she still felt as Siasin grabbed her arms and forced them on her back, the soft, caressing sensation of barsoon pressing onto her tender skin followed by the rope sinuously looping across and between them and the cruel tightening which mixed with the pleasant feelings in a strange manner.

Next, similarly with the barsoon, the aetherna satin walls of her pants and boots tickled her being as the ropes crossed and swathed across her ankles and thighs pressed them against her stocking kissed skin. For a bit after Siasin finished and felt her grasp on her shoulders as she lifted her up, a mild case of nausea swept over her as the room became a blurry mess before her for a rather short moment.

Instinctively she wanted to glare poisonously into her captor’s eyes, though she could only feel the unyielding grip of the ropes now adorning her statuesque body as they looped around her waist, abdomen and flattened her quite shapely bosom. Raabdeth exhaled as she patiently awaited the harsh melody of sealing tape peeled and torn from its roll, though instead she listened as Siasin grabbed the single chair and placed it behind her.

Once more her captor’s fingers dug into her armpits besides her arms tightening onto them, and lifted her swiftly into the chair where she glimpsed rope thrown over her, then a gasp followed as it quite violently pressed into her body and tightened her to the not so comfortable chair. Then Siasin entered her vision and kneeled down as she used her last coil of enchanted rope to add an additional loop securing her thighs to the seating.

“I believe this should fit you better.” Siasin said gloating as she grabbed a gleaming silken Muffle Shawl of grayish silver, its milk smooth surface embroidered with runes of complete silence.

Raabdeth emitted one last growl as Siasin grabbed onto her dark, voluminous hair to pull her head backwards, then to Raabdeth’s surprise, their lips locked together before she suddenly pulled away followed by the sudden press of silken shawl over her lips and cheeks, then the compression beget of the taut knot.

Though she could not move evident from her squirming, when she tried to speak a simple word, none left the barricaded lips of hers which greatly satisfied her captor who swiftly transformed into her lavish, sleek outfit included.

Siasin leaned closer once more, Raabdeth’s cheeks gained a warm amber-like shade as she expected the changelings’ lips to press onto the silken surface of her encompassing gag. “Now, we shall have our fun later. For now the task waits me ahead. So behave my darling.” Her warm breath felt tantalizing as it brushed against her gagged face and an excruciating longing born in her as she watched her captor now fully resembling her leave triumphantly. 

**

Directly beneath the lavish bar laid the lofted library housing numerous bookshelves on each floor, connecting to both the floor and ceiling, raked with numerous tomes and grimoires of both mundane and arcane affairs. Between them, numerous antique tables of glossy surfaces stood with pairs of chairs on both sides.

At one of these, the hulking Antrurth sat with a steeple of tomes and grimoires he greedily consumed as his slit, draconic small eyes ran through the closely fitted paragraphs while Faenia herself walked nearby then suddenly halted her patrol and her piercing adorned visage turned upwards the ceiling as she felt the faint brush of the wind of death above her.

Her slightly long, sharpened elvish ears shuddered as her hearing sharpened and heard the faint footsteps of Raabdeth moving towards the right while she remained oblivious to the faint noise of corpse dragged across the carpeted floor above.

She heaved a sigh and as she leant one shoulder against the sturdy corner of the bookshelf, a leathery crunch softly echoed between the corridor where Antrurth long, domed draconic head with long horns sprouting from just above the bony brows of his remained slanted towards the pages of the tome.

“I’ll go make a few rounds down too.” Faenia said and Antrurth nodded as his gaze parted from the pages then went back just as quickly.   

While she was descending on the swiveling stairs with silvery cold balustrade, she halted in her tracks then hastened her pace as she felt a stronger gust of deathly wind coming straight from behind the mosaiced windowed doors of the library.

The door slowly creaked open and as she turned directly to the right, she noticed the back of a service staff member pulling a cleaning cart with stacks of sheets and towels filling its space so much that some dangled at the sides. Quite the sloppy work she thought to herself, that immediately beckoned her to follow the tall solfrith man with her sharp dagger in hand.

At the turn she noticed the swinging of the ball room which sited adjacent to the library and she rushed through it while halting the solfrith man who curved over the cart.  His soft, bristled face of angular articulation seemed familiar and she quickly recognized him from the checking.

“Raise the hands above your head and stay that way.” She said while pointing the dagger’s tip towards him while her other hand faced him with the soft olive toned palms lit up with a reddish black ethereal glow.

“Shit.” As soon as she reached close him, Emiliath sprang into action and she felt the wooden floor of the vast hall turn muddy, swallowing her leathery boots. Reflexively as she struggled to free her leg, she crossed her arms as a fist closed in on her face. A gravelly grunt escaped her glossy lips as pain passed through her whole body as most of her body tumbled towards the muddy wooden floor.

Though Emiliath also rang out a cry as her blade cut a gushing wound into his forearm upon impact. He leapt back while hissing and biting his tongue though the wound swiftly disappeared as he leapt towards Faenia forcing her sunken legs from the trap.

Wood shattered as his feet planted into the once more hardened floor, then a raspy scream followed as air hastily retreated from her body as Faenia planted her own fist into his abdomen. “No playing around I guess.” She murmured to herself as she swiftly thrusted the blade into his heart as he struggled for air on the floor.

As the gravely wind of his death swept into her being, she quickly checked the cart filled to the brim and upon digging the first two stratums of sheets and towels, she faced into the vacant eyes of the spring folk man whose neck twisted in not too healthy angles.

Her left index and middle finger locked together as they were slowly engulfed in swirling, translucent energies and her disembodied voice rang through the ether line connecting the agents. “One assassin taken care of.” Just as she said those words, Siasin still disguised as Raabdeth appeared behind her in a mild storm of blue aethereal energies and paralyzed her with a single shot to the center of her layers of glossy garments covered back.

Siasin swiftly caught the falling, paralyzed Faenia in her arms and let her head slump into her faux bosom. Like her fellow Sister, she cursed at herself of not noticing the faint energies convulsing behind her while felt the gentle and swift pats across her body as she faced the floor with a particular scent.

Though for a while she played with the thought of getting revenge, but then realized she still had Carlithus so she grabbed her roll of silver sealing tape after grabbing, forcing Faenia’s wrists together and with her teeth ripped a long strip which end she swiftly attached to the cuff veiled wrists then circled it six or seven times then watched as the layers of the strip pressed into the faultlessly smooth black surface of the dragonid leather sleeve ends before she repeated the same circling motions around Faenia’s ankles and thighs.

To save some time, she opted to not bind her captive’s torso and simple wrapped Faenia’s gleaming lips and closed lids beneath equally glossy layers of the silver sealing tape numbering ten. “Revenge can wait, so wait patiently with him.” As her hot, tantalizing breath hit against Faenia’s ears just above the loop of her gag, Faenia let out a muffled groan as she wrestled against the forced sensations assailing her mind and body.

Siasin swiftly threw the secured agent over her shoulder, then threw her beside the corpse and covered her in the sheets and towels while transforming back into the deceased staff form red elegant uniform included then pulled the cart, just as a door swung open and she forced a smile onto her faux visage while reaching for her weapon while facing the blonde orii elf in elegant lavish gray coat.

Though she proved to slow, and her real pale form hit the floor and shattered into a thousand or more frozen pieces.

**

“Now I get it.” Lyaldis faced the Raabdeth squirming in the chair she was bound to quite exquisitely as Lyaldis concluded in her mind as she inspected and rated the route of the myriad looking ropes which taut knots were found at the back and under in the case of the second layer of thigh binding.

“Astrydril was right! Silver do fit your pretty face better.” Raabdeth raised one of her eyebrow as she tried to ask if this was the most important thing her mentor, superior needed to point out though not an ounce of sound came from beneath her gag, only the breezing of the tickling top trim of the silken shawl produced a little sound as she exhaled deeply.

“Don’t worry. Faenia will probably manage the assassin aiming for the son. And Henrietta, well she has pleasant dreams so no need for worry on that part either.” Lyaldis said calmly as she crossed her icy blue barsoon engulfed arms as she leaned against the wall while she struggled on the lower side to cross her legs in the woolen skirt.

“Though I must say I expected a bit more from you guys. Or maybe I underestimated the enemy?” She said while tenderly beating the soft tip of her index against her matte icy blue lower lip. “Oh, I guess the latter is the correct answer. I’m going to check on Faenia, will be back soon.” With that she left the silently frustrated Raabdeth once more squirming with what little stamina she left against her unyielding bonds.

**

“Good job Faenia. You took down one!” Lyaldis said as she kneeled in front of her protégé who sat on the ground, still quite secured with tape, her back against the cart which wheels were encased in thick, unmalting ice – the making of Lyaldis herself.

“MMnnmn mnn gmph mm nnph frnm phhnph pmmnphm?” Her head lurched between her milk white and raven black collars, the viscous sealing tape blindfolding and gagging her still strongly pressing against her skin, even pushing the few piercings under its adhesive wall into her skull.

“You know the answer to that. There is a time for every agent of the Raven Eyes to learn how to free themselves.” Lyaldis said with a kindly disciplinary tone while pointing her middle finger towards the frescoed ceiling.

“MMhnph nf N prnmnphm N mmnn'ph gmph cnnghph nmghph phnmm?” As if some cutesy pet, she tilted her head into her outer and inner garments’ collars while trying elevating the pitch of her muffled voice.

“No concessions, sorry. Though just to elevate your spirit a bit, you still have it easy with only your hands, thighs and ankles bound together. The others will have to go through much more.” She halted in her sentence for a moment, then lifted the round, corrugated pommel of Faenia’s dagger and released it near her after walking away three steps to the left.

“Plus you still have your dagger somewhere.” She added with a feral smile across her mesmerizing elvish face of triangular contour.

Lyaldis watched as Faenia exhaled then lurched forward and slithered like a magnificent worm towards the dagger while her taped cheeks puffed with each heavy breath as the tape continued to sap her stamina. “That is the spirit. When you free yourself, free the few guards bound and gagged on the ground floor. I’ll bring the other two to my room.”  With proud expression, Lyaldis turned around and walked out while stretching her arms high towards the ceiling.