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Re: Fire and Potions - 5/?
Date: 2014-06-22 08:35 pm (UTC)The wizard stopped.
“Good,” Therion said, removing his hand. “Now, you must be thirsty. I’ve brought you a flagon of my best mead. Here.”
Farengar moved his face to the side, stubbornly refusing the cup.
“Too good for elven mead?” Therion asked, taking a sip of the cup.
“I don’t want what’s in that cup,” Farengar growled. “Untie me.”
Therion suspected he might refuse the antidote at this stage. He had done the same. It was a vain hope he would fall for such an obvious ploy.
Well, on to plan B, he thought.
“I know what you want,” he said seductively, moving to lean casually against the desk in front of the wizard. “And I have no reservations about giving you what we both desire,” he said, allowing the lust to shine in his amber eyes.
“Then untie me!” Farengar demanded looking pained and half mad with desire.
“We both know I can’t do that,” Therion said, slowly undoing the buckles of his black Nightingale armor, under Farengar’s intense gaze. “But, if you do as I say, I can make it worth your while.” Moving his hands slowly and deliberately, he tossed aside his chest piece and began undoing the buttons of his white shirt, gradually exposing the gold skin of bare chest.
Farengar looked torn.
Therion bolted forward suddenly, grabbing his face as he had before.
“Drink the potion,” he told the wizard, “And I’ll finish what I started, before we were interrupted.”
Farengar’s eyes looked lost and wild, but stubborn as ever. “No,” he said through clenched teeth, though he sounded divided.
“Gods, but you are stubborn! Even I wasn’t this bad!” Therion said, kicking the desk in frustration, he uttered a curse in the Ayleid tongue of his ancestors. “Why can’t you be cooperative just once?”
“Because you’ll leave the moment I've consumed that damned concoction!” Farengar shouted, struggling against his bonds.
“That’s what this is about!” Therion said, clapping his hands. “May I live to see a thousand, I won’t understand how you can be so arrogant yet completely insecure! You’re handsome, the most intelligent and inquisitive human I’ve ever known, and although you’re a complete bastard half the time, I would eagerly drag you into my bed and pleasure you until you forgot your own name!”
Farengar looked up at him in surprise.
Therion placed his hands on the wizard's head and lowered his cowl, looking at him without the ever present secretive shadows shrouding his face.
“Farengar, you’re going to drink this potion. And I will still be here after. But make no mistake, you are drinking this potion,” Therion said, staring intently at him.
Farengar locked his jaw, glaring back at Therion with dogged determination.
In a flash, Therion took a swig from his flagon and grabbed the mage by the back of head. Tilting him back, he pressed his lips against Farengar’s and opened the wizard’s mouth with his tongue.
Farengar moaned and opened his mouth, unable to resist. Therion kissed him deeply, the honeyed potion passing the wizard’s lips at his encouragement.
“Swallow it,” Therion told him, “And I’ll do it again.”