Chapter 2 Argis scowled as his Thane left to take a bath, he didn’t know if she was purposely torturing him over the past few days or didn’t see him as a man. He didn’t know how many times he had helped her put her armor on, or place clean clothes that she forgot by the fire and placed them by the lake she was bathing in. He was slowly going insane and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about.
His scowled darkened and he glared at the dark sky. He could hear her splashing not far away and knew she was naked. He tried his damnedest not to think about her naked or the water lapping at her skin. He really tried not to think of the affect the cold water had on her body. How her nipples would be standing erect begging for someone’s touch.
He hissed as his pants tightened uncomfortably and he nearly groaned. He tightened his lips to not let a sound escape when he heard her walking back into the camp. He forced himself not glare at her and act normal. It wasn’t easy. Ania glanced at Argis as he entered the camp, her face was set in an angry scowl. His body tense as if waiting for an attack. For a stud, he was made of rock. She didn’t know what else to do to entice him to her bed.
So far walking around in her under garments hadn’t work; or having him bring her clothes while she was naked in the water. Each time he said nothing, acted as if she wasn’t there naked. The only other option though she highly doubt it would work was jumping him.
She was tempted to take him back to that godforsaken city and leave him there to suffer. “We’ll be leaving at first light. Once we are done with the ruins we’re heading back to Markarth,” she stated, before heading to her tent.
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Ania entered the ruins first, her hand already lit with magic. Argis was close behind her, his musky scent coming to her and she nearly groaned in pleasure. She wished she didn’t have to leave him at home but he was a sexual frustration that didn’t look like there was going to be an end to. So for her sanity she had to leave him behind.
She lit the first draugr on fire, Argis raced forward attacking the other two. It was usual between them, he kept them off of her and she helped when she had a clean shot.
Since this time she didn’t have a clean shot, she used her magic to heal Argis. It was the only thing she could do.
Argis bit off a gasp when her magic hit him. He loved it when she used it on him, but hated how much he had to fight not to groan out in pleasure, or to take her right then.
Argis frustration grew more than he could bare. With a snarl he pinned Ania when the other two draugr were dead. Ania gasped started and searched his eyes. His good eye had darkened to an golden color, his face was flush, but she wasn’t sure if it was from arousal, anger or from the fight.
She stood stalk still waiting to see what he had planned. She was praying he was having the same thoughts as her. Argis came back to himself and bowed his head in shame, “I’m sorry my Thane, I forgot myself,” he murmured, letting her go as if he got burned. He kept his eyes down casted and backed away until the opposite wall hit his back.
Argis didn’t bother waiting for a reply, he was pretty sure she was pissed. He just started down the stairs when he heard her voice.
“Pity,” she murmured and smirked when he whipped around to face her. She saw the confusion in his eyes, the unasked question, but she didn’t bother elaborating right now. Later she will, now that she knew.
Re: From Bad to Really Good ch 2/?
Argis scowled as his Thane left to take a bath, he didn’t know if she was purposely torturing him over the past few days or didn’t see him as a man. He didn’t know how many times he had helped her put her armor on, or place clean clothes that she forgot by the fire and placed them by the lake she was bathing in. He was slowly going insane and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about.
His scowled darkened and he glared at the dark sky. He could hear her splashing not far away and knew she was naked. He tried his damnedest not to think about her naked or the water lapping at her skin. He really tried not to think of the affect the cold water had on her body. How her nipples would be standing erect begging for someone’s touch.
He hissed as his pants tightened uncomfortably and he nearly groaned. He tightened his lips to not let a sound escape when he heard her walking back into the camp. He forced himself not glare at her and act normal. It wasn’t easy.
Ania glanced at Argis as he entered the camp, her face was set in an angry scowl. His body tense as if waiting for an attack. For a stud, he was made of rock. She didn’t know what else to do to entice him to her bed.
So far walking around in her under garments hadn’t work; or having him bring her clothes while she was naked in the water. Each time he said nothing, acted as if she wasn’t there naked. The only other option though she highly doubt it would work was jumping him.
She was tempted to take him back to that godforsaken city and leave him there to suffer. “We’ll be leaving at first light. Once we are done with the ruins we’re heading back to Markarth,” she stated, before heading to her tent.
~ooooooooooooo~
Ania entered the ruins first, her hand already lit with magic. Argis was close behind her, his musky scent coming to her and she nearly groaned in pleasure. She wished she didn’t have to leave him at home but he was a sexual frustration that didn’t look like there was going to be an end to. So for her sanity she had to leave him behind.
She lit the first draugr on fire, Argis raced forward attacking the other two. It was usual between them, he kept them off of her and she helped when she had a clean shot.
Since this time she didn’t have a clean shot, she used her magic to heal Argis. It was the only thing she could do.
Argis bit off a gasp when her magic hit him. He loved it when she used it on him, but hated how much he had to fight not to groan out in pleasure, or to take her right then.
Argis frustration grew more than he could bare. With a snarl he pinned Ania when the other two draugr were dead. Ania gasped started and searched his eyes. His good eye had darkened to an golden color, his face was flush, but she wasn’t sure if it was from arousal, anger or from the fight.
She stood stalk still waiting to see what he had planned. She was praying he was having the same thoughts as her.
Argis came back to himself and bowed his head in shame, “I’m sorry my Thane, I forgot myself,” he murmured, letting her go as if he got burned. He kept his eyes down casted and backed away until the opposite wall hit his back.
Argis didn’t bother waiting for a reply, he was pretty sure she was pissed. He just started down the stairs when he heard her voice.
“Pity,” she murmured and smirked when he whipped around to face her. She saw the confusion in his eyes, the unasked question, but she didn’t bother elaborating right now. Later she will, now that she knew.