Death's cold embrace (Open to one male)

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Once every winter solstice, her village would offer a sacrifice to the overlord that aided and served as protection to them. They were a beaten down, torn village, the people barley above working dirt. They seemed to struggle for everything, and their only salvation was that overlord. No matter how vile and despicable his demands were, the villagers would follow to the dot, bending at every whim.

The sacrifice was not really what it seemed. The villagers would send a virgin to the looming castle that sat atop the mountain rage that lay to the north of the valley and the village that lay therein. More then likely, the woman would never be heard from again, though every winter; they would send another, and not knowing what fate awaited her or what the overlord had planned.

The overlord was a mystery all on his own. No one had ever seen him for he near to never showed his face to the villagers, and he never showed himself in the light of day. Some of the more superstitious villagers claimed that the man was a vampire, others just left that notion be or ignored it. That was a ridiculous accusation in itself…wasn’t it?

Once more though, the winter solstice had rolled around, and another woman was picked. This time, Riza, a girl barley nineteen years of age, found herself sitting in the herbal bath that the older women of the village prepared for the sacrifice every year. The sweet sent of the herbs and oils filled the steam laden room, though Riza was far too deep in thought to enjoy such a thing. She loathed the fact that she had been picked, for she wished nothing more then to be free of this village and the overlord, but here she sat, preparing to meet the man face to face. In a way, she was scared to see such a man, to be at his mercy. After all, the stories that the people had passed down painted a portrait nothing less then a cold hearted man, a snake.

A soft sigh passed her lips as she leaned back, the tips of her long black hair fanning out against the surface of the cloudy, warm water. No sooner had she relaxed one of the elder women of the village came bustling in, holding up a towel and ushering her out of the bath and into the cold air. Riza shivered as she stood there, the woman hurrying about dressing her. That she was in really was a beautiful dress. It was a silk like material, crimson and black in color. The corset framed her slender figure and rather ample breasts quite nicely, while the skirts of the dress fanned out elegantly around her feet.

There was no time to relax, for as soon as she was dressed, she was being pushed into the carriage that would lead her to the castle. Oh how she loathed how this was turning out so far.

She sat in silence as the carriage sped through the densely wooded area that made up the base of the mountain range, even now she could see the dark black looming shape that made up the overlords castle. She couldn’t bear to look at the despicable place, and drew the curtains of the carriage closed, her arms crossing under her chest. The ride was in silence, her worry and fear of what was yet to come clearly getting the better of her.

(OOC: I'm looking for someone to play the overlord in this Rp, please PM me if there's something I should change or if you are interrested in the role. Please if you are interrested, no one-liners, please post at least a paragraph or two, I usually do the same Thank you)

 

[elerizo]

He'd forgotten his real name along time ago. Nobody had called him anything besides 'Overlord' for hundreds of years and he'd become used to it. A normal name was just another vile tie to humanity that he'd fortunately severed. The castle, where he near always remained sat alone in it's dark catacombs, was situated high atop a mountain. This was purely for defense purposes, despite nobody having launched an attack upon the place in many decades. He had a number of enemies as a human and once he'd been turned, the overlord needed a place to hide.

The village itself sprung up after his arrival. Every member of the small commune eventually came to worship him as a Dark king, the God of the knight. Many enemies attempted to destroy something so pure as that perfect little village but he kept defending them, unsure why. But as time passed, no more attackers came and the once thriving town descended into a vile place, with most bordering on poverty. But over the centuries one thing remained - the worshipping of the overlord. Reasons why were forgotten, but they continued to give anything to him whether it be vegetables, money or even animals.

But he wanted more, so he asked for a virgin with the idea of siring a wife in his mind. And the villagers gave him that virgin and the overlord turned her into a dark creature like himself, so they could live forever with one another. But she was no longer the warm, beautiful woman he envisioned. The change turned her cold and more importantly dead inside. Thus the first became a servant and with each passing winter the villagers dealt him another virgin. Most he'd keep human, cherishing them until they withered and had to be slaughtered. Other times the overlord attempted turning them again, but never would they remain the same, instead becoming another servant to remain in the old castle forever.

Again solstice came, signalling the arrival of another to be added to his tragic list of conquests. The overlord wore the best tailored clothes his servants could design. Made from fine fabrics, they were black like his hair, eyes and as he so often melodramatically put it, his heart. He rose from his throne in the darkness, the sun setting over the forest, causing his tall shadow to fall over a number of pale servants at his door.

"She's arriving, sir." The shortest announced, over two hundred years old but still not looking a day over eighteen. The overlord casually nodded and proceeded to view the tiny carriage as it made the daring journey to the foot of the castle.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

As the carriage pulled to a sudden stop, the driver neither spoke, nor came down from his post. The man, in short, was not the most charming of them. Riza glared at him as he looked over his shoulder to her in near disgust. Perhaps it was her snapping back at him from the rather provocative comment he had given her. Never the less, Riza was nearly thrown from the carriage, for not a moment was her foot on the cobble stone ground, the man was taking off.

Her eyes blinked slowly as she looked up to the entrance that a pair of large marble stairs coiled up to. The castle itself was white…of what, Riza did not know. But the setting sun gave it a pink and orange glow, adding to how beautiful the view was. She couldn’t help but stand there and look out over the edge of the plateau, watching the sun setting over the forest for a while.

She was interrupted by a cold, steely hand on her shoulder. Riza jumped a bit, her eyes wide as she turned around quickly. Behind her stood a woman. Her visage was pale, and to tell the truth, almost sickly.

“Master has been waiting for you…” The woman said in a soft, almost monotone voice. Her eyes were black and glazed over, and her head was tilted downwards, so seeing the rest of her visage and neck was difficult.

“Uh…Thank you…?” Riza offered, her own head lowering a bit to try and catch the woman’s eye. It was a bit odd…even Riza had to admit that…

“Please follow me…” She said, bowing lightly to her. Riza didn’t really have any other option other then to follow her…so into the gaping doors the two disappeared to.

As she entered, Riza was greeted by a ‘throne room’ of sorts. It was really quite lovely. Her eyes wandered around, staring and gazing upon the marble, gold, and silver clad room. The whole façade of the room was marble and windows, giving a golden glow to the room. Her eyes blinked slowly. She wasn’t too thrilled about being here…but at least living in a place like this made it at least somewhat tolerable.

 

[elerizo]

His eyes narrowed as he viewed the girl being unceremoniously removed from the carriage, with it speeding off before she even had a chance to compose herself. If there was one thing the overlord prided himself on, it was manners and he'd be slightly annoyed if his new guest didn't have any.

The more he viewed her from his perch, the more he became intrigued. She was beautiful, of course, only the most visually pleasing are sent to the overlord. But there was something about her he couldn't put his finger on. Maybe it was her fantastically long dark hair or her figure that made her look more like a young woman than the teenager she most likely was. It was actually none of these things... Though she was probably terrified, she didn't look scared like every other girl ever sent have done. Her expression was one of wonder as she experienced the incredible view he'd sadly grown accustom too, it'd been a while since he had cherished anything.

Matilda led her into the most decadently furnished of all the rooms, adorned with various trinkets to accompany the silly amounts of gold and silver. As he left the room and descended the stairs, the overlord imagined her face full of awe at the sheer brilliance of his castle. Everything must have felt so alien for her, used to a life of filth only to be cleaned up and sent to the polar opposite. Just thinking about the girl made him more excited than he'd been in years, enough to make him briefly forget how it would all end.

He paused on the edge of the doorway and watched her for a few more seconds as she continued to survey her surroundings. The overlord pretty safely assumed that if he was alive, his heart would have been beating a thousand times a minute. He cleared his throat, loud enough to catch her attention and maintained an unreadable expression.

"Hello." He spoke plainly, his voice crisp and commanding. "I am the overlord and I welcome you to my home."

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

As he cleared his throat, she jumped once more. To say the least, she was growing a bit weary of things sneaking up on her like that. As he spoke, her eyes looked him over. He wasn’t at all like she had expected…He was rather suave looking…not someone with the title of ‘overlord’ would be imagined looking like….In a word…he was gorgeous…

Her eyes blinked a few times, a light blush lacing its way along her cheeks. She wasn’t sure if it was in fear that her heart was beating, or in excitement….Either way…the man before her was stunning to say the least. He had more then captured her attention.

“Oh!” She said, quickly shaking her head. Her form moved quickly to his feet, bowing lightly on her knees. She didn’t do this in a way that was unruly or awkward…no…it seemed that this was practiced.

“Sir I offer my villages thanks…” She said quietly, bowing her head. “My village also asks and wishes that you find me suitable…” The last part was said in a rather stale tone. The way she saw it she sounded more like a cut of meat rather then a person, being passed from village to this man.

Her eyes looked from the floor, up to him, her eyes blinking a few times. No reply really came, and she started wondering what was running through his mind at this point. “They wish for a reply as well.” She continued, pressing to see if she could draw some sort of reaction.

There was no such luck

Slowly, Riza stood once more, her arms crossing lightly after brushing herself off. Her eyes returned to stare about the room. If the man was just going to stand there in silence, then Riza figured that she would make herself at least moderately conferrable.

She blinked and smiled a bit, looking up to him once more. “Oh, I had almost forgot…My name’s Riza.” She held out her hand to him, bowing lightly once more. “What exactly should I call you by?”

 

[elerizo]

He saw colour briefly spring to her cheeks as if she was blushing and her eyes gave him a similar look she'd been eyeing everything else. Just having the girl look at him was making the overlord feel as close to alive as he could get, but his expression never faltered.

“Sir I offer my villages thanks…” Her actions and words were the same as every other girl's, just spoken with a bit more confidence. It were these odd rituals that made him despise the villagers all the more, just pointless nonsense droven by fear. “My village also asks and wishes that you find me suitable…”

There was an urge to reply quite positively to the statement, but he hadn't any of the many times before so there was no use starting then. He noticed her looking up at him when no confirmation came. This was most likely to read a reaction, but that was near impossible for the time being. The overlord decided a while ago he'd only speak to them when they had something to say, which normally was a very long time indeed. The girl rose to her feet, allowing him to appreciate the intricately woven dress for the first time. There wasn't much he normally cared to notice but everything about her was drawing his attention.

“Oh, I had almost forgot…My name’s Riza.” Her hand was held out for him as she gave a second, less dramatic bow. For a moment he doubted whether he'd have the courage to take it, a silly notion, but never the less true. “What exactly should I call you by?”

The stuffy villagers never knew manners, so this was all her. Riza's words unlocked a part of his brain he couldn't remember existed and he near enough immediately broke the stern-faced façade. He took her hand with both of his own and pressed his lips against her delicately soft skin. It had been a long time, but he remembered.

"My name's Osmar." That word hadn't been spoken for centuries by anyone, not even any of the servants knew it. But he had just announced it to the sacrifice of the village. He even repeated the name, as if he'd suddenly forget it again. "Osmar."

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Riza’s eyes followed his for a moment, though as the man leaned over before her, taking her hand in his, she couldn’t help but blush. Her eyes widened a bit as his lips met her flesh; a rather pleasurable shiver shot itself along her spine. Her eyes looked off to the side, the pink tint along her cheeks turning scarlet. To say the least she wasn’t used to his greeting.

"My name's Osmar."

His voice jolted her eyes back to his form. She couldn’t help but feel that he held a somewhat domineering air about him, even if he held himself as a gentleman first and foremost. Her blush was set aflame by the fiery colors of the setting sun, she was sure that there was no hiding it now.

"Osmar."

Riza smiled, her hand almost reluctantly letting his go. “It’s a pleasure to be welcomed into your home, sir.” She said in a quiet tone, her hand moving to toy with the ends of her raven colored hair. “Thank you.”

Her fingertips gently toyed with the tips of her hair. It was a nervous habit that she swore her parents should have fixed. The two were very relaxed with her though, not at all like the others in the village. Then again, her family was often shunned by them as well. She had wondered many times if this was why they had picked her to leave.

Riza was never very lady like, so this was all new to her. The dress, she had to admit was stunning, though she figured this as well was all for show. She was used to pants though, so the skirt felt a bit awkward to her.

Suitors were never very interested with a woman who apparently thought or disagreed with the way they thought things should be done, so up until now, Riza really had never seen someone so intently drawn and apparently amused by her. Much less one who acted like a gentleman about it.

Silence was clinging once more to the air between the two of them. She would have been talking by now, but she feared that her blushing would be alighted once more if she did. Oh how she despised that trait.

 

[elerizo]

He couldn't help but watch her, eyes transfixed on Riza fiddling with her hair. Such a minor thing, yet it showed her young age. Osmar was so much older, yet to a casual observer the years seperating them looked so few. As the silence remained, he noticed how uncomfortable she felt. Was it his presence? Most likely, but she would have to get used to it.

"Follow me." He uttered before turning on his heel and swiftly marching from the room. His hearing was keen, but it didn't need to be as Riza's footsteps echoed before becoming dull thuds as they entered the less bright corridor. The villagers leave the virgin at his gates with nothing, expecting Osmar to have his way with her before killing the sad shell of a girl. But this was never how things were actually done in the castle. The virgin recieves her own room and is treated like the Queen to his King, the only restriction being she could never leave. He essentially waits for her, until she's on the verge of begging for him, to join Osmar in his bed.

After climbing a narrow, winding staircase, he stopped and led Riza down a blood-red coloured corridor, the only place so far that was carpeted. He paused again, this time for good, besides an open door. Through the doorway was a cold room with a wardrobe, dirty bed and a small window being the only noticeable comforts. The wardrobe itself would be a surprise, having a secret compartment that led into another room which held every dress a virgin had ever been sent in.

"This is your bedroom until you feel comfortable enough joining me in my chambers, which you will eventually." His tone was firm and assured, the only question would be when. Osmar took one final look at her before leaving Riza to settle down. "You're incredibly beautiful, though you probably already knew that."

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

When he beckoned her to follow, Riza in short, was hesitant. She had heard of what the villagers had sent her hear to do which was apparently only to sate the man’s lusty wants and needs. Then to be killed. Riza wondered….maybe that’s what was going to happen even now…

She could feel her heart racing lightly in her chest as she took the first few steps towards the man in front of her. She prayed that those rumors were not true…but he was so hard to read…In reality she had no idea for what he had planned for her.

In the back of her mind, she was right out scared. She wished to cry out, to ask him what he really had in store for her, but she held her tongue, figuring that would be disrespectful to the man. Her eyes looked off to the side, her thoughts weighing heavy in her mind. She could run…no…no she couldn’t…If she did that, then lord knows what would happen to her village…

Finally, she followed, her head bowed lightly, staring at the floor as she walked. Truth be told, her footsteps were a bit awkward, given this was the first time she had been in shoes with a heel. Her hands clasped tightly, and she tried to remain as quiet as she could, though eventually, she ended up stopping to take off the shoes that had been given to her. She had no idea how anyone could walk in those.

The walk seemed to take forever to get through, though eventually, Osmar stopped. Riza blushed a bit more, having nearly walked into him.

She was, to say the least, surprised. As he spoke, most of the fears that had been toying with her mind had dispersed. It even calmed her a bit. Not only was he being decent enough to give her her own room…he was letting her choose when she would bed herself with him. She wondered how on earth the people in her village could mistake him for the blood thirsty creature they made him out to be…

As he turned to start walking away, Riza heard his last few words, and almost instantly, her cheeks caught aflame once more. Truth be told…those words were never uttered to her save from her parents. Being shunned from the village…it meant that suitors didn’t come about as often as a woman accepted by the others.

She hesitated, wondering if maybe his taking her wouldn’t be so bad…She shook her head. He was giving her a choice, she figured she probably wouldn’t be feeling that need for him anytime soon.

Her eyes quickly moved back to him. He was almost down the corridor already, and quickly, she took off after him, her hands holding her skirts up so she could catch up to the man. Her hand caught his arm as she slowed to a stop. “You’re leaving..?” She said quickly, though noticing how she was speaking to him, she shook her head quickly. “I-…I mean…Thank you…”

 

[elerizo]

He honestly didn't expect her to give chase as there was no worldy reason he could think of why she'd want to. It was quite unceramonious, how she grabbed his arm and any other person in the world would have probably been punished for it, but Riza had a hold in him she didn't even know existed. She seemed to regain her senses and returned to the role expected of her, though Osmar secretly preferred the honest side of the girl.

"I know what is thought of me in your village. They believe me to be a monster and at times, I'd have to agree." His mind wondered to every single virgin sent to his castle and how so few had led a full life.

Actually feeling slightly nervous infront of Riza, it took him a while to regain his composure. No wonder she gave chase, the way he near enough fled only seconds earlier. There must have been more to it than that, however. As rare as it so often had been, there was the occasional girl who fell in love with Osmar. But this may have been the first who may experience the same feelings in return.

"You must be hungry. There is no dining room in the castle, as there has been no need for one. A servant will bring you dinner and remain outside your door if you need anything." Riza still didn't seem satisfied, her face expecting more. "I will be in my chambers."

He again let her be and removed himself at a fast pace. Osmar's room was at the opposite side of the castle to hers, but if she really wanted to find it, she would take the time to do so. Until then, they wouldn't see each other at all.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

In a way, Riza had expected Osmar to strike out at her, given touching her newly found lord and master would not have been tolerated. He did no such thing though and instead, he took his leave once more, leaving Riza to stand in the hall. She gazed off to the side, wondering if she had really been good enough. She knew there were probably better women in the village. Ones not so young and probably not as unruly as Riza tended to be.

She waited until the sounds of his foot falls no longer echoed through the long hall before she turned once more to her room. In a way, she was happy to be alone…but again…She wished to be around him for just a moment more, see if she could in fact see if she was accepted by him now, or if he was displeased with what her village had sent him.

She let out a long soft sigh, her form moving to her room. She didn’t bother to shut her door, if someone was coming like he said, then there was really no reason to. She sank onto the dusty bed, coughing softly as the cloud of dust sprung up around her. She figured that after eating, she would have to do some cleaning as well.

The light of twilight crept into her room, giving it a rather pleasant glow. She enjoyed the view of the quart yard that the window at the side of the room gave her. It was a rather large window considering, she figured that she would put one of the extra chairs in front of it so she could get a better view of the outside world. She wondered if she’d be aloud in that quart yard…

Her eyes drifted over to the dresser and closet. She wanted to be free of the dress, so decided that this was a good opportunity to do so. She stood, sighing softly as one piece by another, she stripped herself.

After a moment, she started digging through the dresser. It took a while, but eventually she found a corset and black leather like pants. The corset was a little tight around her rather ample breasts, but Riza didn’t mind much.

She sighed, sitting on the bed once more. It was so quiet here….In a way…Riza enjoyed the peace of it all.

 

[elerizo]

Once back in his chambers, Osmar pictured her awaiting him on his large bed. It was possibly the first time that night he'd thought of Riza in the way he normally did of the virgin's sent to him and it was much stronger than normal. He wanted to leave the darkness and make the walk to her room, just so he could see her again. But by doing that, he'd show weakness, not only to her but to every servant in the castle. Sure he was charming, but more than that, he was was in control.

"Damn it." He whispered into the nothingness, before leaping to his feet and making the journey back to her room. Hopefully Osmar wouldn't make his prescense known, he just wanted to watch her for a while, like recieving a placebo. In mere seconds he was at her open door, his movements noiseless. Riza was out of eyeshot and inside the wardrobe. Entering the room he smelt her scent on the air, not as strong as earlier but enough to excite him again. He managed to see her tying the corset tight, an odd look on her face.

Riza looked even more incredible wearing the black leather than she did wearing the stupid villager's dress. It was an outfit perfect for the partner of the overlord whilst managing to show off her beautiful body. Osmar left and stood in the corridor, listening to her movements within the room. She'd been there barely an hour yet seemed bored and lifeless, a terrible shame. As a servant came to deliver the food (Whose name horifically deluded him), he noticed she eyed him suspiciously. Deeming this enough reason to leave again he returned to the darkness, and with thoughts of Riza in his mind, sunrise didn't take long to appear.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

As the sound of one of her master’s servants entering her chamber’s, Riza glanced to the door. The woman was staring at something….what….Riza didn’t know. “Is….is everything alright…?” She called softly. To her voice, the woman looked over to her, wide, dim colored eyes staring back to her. “Nothing…” The woman answered rather stale in tone. “I thought something looked a bit strange….it was only a shadow.”

Riza nodded lightly, trying to peer around the woman’s shoulder, though she saw nothing. The woman moved to set the tray down next to her on the bed, and quickly took her leave. Riza noted that she was almost exactly like the first woman who she had run into.

Riza sighed. It had been a rather long night…she figured that sleeping in the day was going to be a habit for a while…though no one seemed to be about in the day, so she figured this was what they were accustomed to as well.

Riza took a while to finish her meal, considering she really wasn’t all that hungry. When she was finished though, she found herself quite tired to say the least. She set the tray on the floor outside her door, not knowing where the kitchen was otherwise. She shut the rather heavy wood door as softly as she could, which really wasn’t saying much though.

Riza yawned, her body gently stretching where she stood. The room was dark, save for the few rays of sunlight flooding in through the window. Riza walked over. She knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep with light, so after cutting off the view of the quart yard and sky, she moved to her bed, the room nearly pitch black.

The bed seemed so big and empty…she wondered what her master was like….laying in his. Quickly, she shook her head. Why on earth was she thinking about him now…?

Her mind feuded with itself for a while, though eventually, all she concentrated on was the dark and the silence about her. Her eyes started drooping slowly shut, though sleep did not find her still.

 

[elerizo]

The day was paticularly overcast which was rare for a castle perched so high. But it meant for an insomniac like Osmar a rare trip to his courtyard to view the ancient statues he'd collected. This was what he should have been doing, but instead he looked up at a single window in the castle and pictured the rooms single occupant.

"You're weak." The voice was instantly recognisable, that of Julia, his first, failed dark queen. He turned to look at her, the only servant wearing the same black dress given to her upon being turned. A tragic figure, like the statues, forever young. "The virgin dominates your mind. I can see your thoughts, you want to go to her. For the first time in centuries, you can't wait to take her, doom her."

The truth was like Julia stabbing him through the heart. He couldn't help but want her, ponder how she slept; naked or clothed. It was more than easy to imagine her form, belonging to him for the rest of time. This would be different, he told himself. Once Riza was turned she'd keep her warmth and humanity that made her so special, his queen.

"It won't be any different, Overlord. Rushing to her door like a dog won't change anything. You'll wait, she'll come and once you've used her, this virgin will be discarded like the rest of us." Julia turned to leave. "A sign of weakness is what the rest of us have been waiting for."

Osmar watched his first conquest leave and after many hours, followed her back into the castle. He didn't like her final, grey words, but would have to struggle to abide by them. He wouldn't be able to resist her for much longer and Riza could probably hold out longer than him. Again alone in the darkness, he attempted to call to her which had worked on the weak, though Osmar knew she was anything but.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Riza’s eyes sprung open. Something had bid her mind to awake from the dark, death like sleep…but Riza did not know what. She lay there for a moment, her eyes searching the room around her before she sat up in her bed, the covers falling from her shoulders. No one was there, and yet she swore she could have heard someone faintly calling her name.

No light shone in from the window, so Riza figured it was either cloudy or night once again. Her thoughts were once more interrupted by the faint, whisper like call of her name. This time she was sure she had heard it. Maybe it was one of the servants…no, this was a male voice. Why would her master be calling her though…? He had been in such a haste to leave her side she…she couldn’t imagine why he would be beckoning her to his side now…

Riza stood once the voice called out her name a third time. If he wished for her, then she wouldn’t deny him that, even if his actions were a bit…unexpected. She moved to her door, opening it slowly. Upon looking out though…no one was there… Riza thought this odd to say the least.

A fourth time…then a fifth she heard it…It seemed to be coming from the entrance to the castle. The walk wasn’t all that familiar, but the whole way, the voice kept beckoning her farther along. Who’s it was, she wasn’t sure, but she followed it anyway.

Riza rubbed her left eye with the back of her hand as she walked into the throne room once more. She had seen no one about the castle as she walked, but she was sure that they too were asleep.

Upon entering, she saw no one at first. Her master was not sitting where she would expect him to. She turned to leave when the voice rang out again, though this time it was a bit louder then the others, and rang throughout the room. She turned around quickly, her eyes wide.

Her master stood in the shadows near the grand staircase…she didn’t know how she wouldn’t have seen him…but none the less there he was. It was odd, how he had fled, and now called to her…It was all a bit strange.

“Y-yes master…?” Riza called softly, her eyes fluttering softly, trying their best not to fall to sleep once more.

 

[elerizo]

He whipered her name in his mind, the word almost swimming through the castle. Somehow he sensed she was sleeping, a state where his control could work tenfold. Each mention of 'Riza' drew her closer, confused, but awake. After a few calls, Osmar could actually hear her as she slowly made her way to the grandest of rooms once again.

Then she entered, obviously groggy, but still wearing the dark attire he viewed her in earlier. This time he called her name aloud and she turned to look at him, like she did many hours beforehand in the same place. He hadn't expected it to have worked and was still slightly unsure about the whole thing. Common sense told him to send her back, though he'd rather she followed him to his chambers.

"You're tired, I apologise for disturbing you in your sleep." He approached Riza, the candlelight shining bright over him, yet casting no shadow. He froze only inches away from her, arms behind his back and looked deep into those beautiful, weary eyes. The urge took over and Osmar placed both hands on each of her cheeks before connecting lips in a long, controlled kiss.

After many seconds of having every nerve thought long dead again spring alive, he broke the embrace and looked at her. It was hard to gauge a reaction, but she hadn't fled like he had, though this may still be to the rude awakening. Riza's eyes did look more bright, hopefully with much thought behind them.

"I wanted to wake you up." That hardly justified the kiss, Osmar thought before returning to the role of stern overlord. "As sudden as this may seem, I'm returning to my chambers and I leave it to you whether to follow me."

It was impossible, despite Juliet's words he couldn't resist Riza. As much as he didn't want it too, his next attempt at persuasion quite clearly came off as a threat.

"I would advise that you do."

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

No sooner had she turned to face him, he was inches from her. This made the pink tint on her cheeks catch aflame to a scarlet. The two stood staring at each other for a moment, when she felt his hands slowly caress her cheeks, then pull her into him. His lips met hers, and instantly, she closed her eyes. She kissed him back, her whole body radiating a soft tremble as his lips claimed hers. Her hands found his chest, and her fingertips gently sank into the cloth of the shirt that covered his flesh.

A few moments passed, her heart pounding in her chest as he continued to hold her in his passionate embrace. Finally though, he let her go, his form moving back a few steps. “M-master…” She said quickly as soon as he pulled away. This was all too unexpected…she couldn’t say much anything else.

The two stood in silence for a moment more before he turned from her, his dark form lingering among the shadows of the room. She moved not but to breath as she watched him, a little concerned at what she would do now. It wasn’t long before his voice caught her attention once more.

"As sudden as this may seem, I'm returning to my chambers and I leave it to you whether to follow me." Came his voice, echoing throughout the room. "I would advise that you do."

The demand gave Riza quite a fright, for it sounded more like a threat then anything. She was still very shocked from the man’s kiss. She blinked lightly, the blush along her cheeks still staying what it had been. Not darkening nor getting lighter.

It took her a moment to collect herself, but she followed him without saying a word. She didn’t know what he had planned for her now…though being brought to one’s master’s chambers…it didn’t leave much to the imagination.

The walk was quiet, save for the sound of their footsteps and Riza’s heartbeat.

 

[elerizo]

Riza may have been scared, but she was strong. If he had any reading of her, it was that she spoke her mind. So if she didn't want to follow, Osmar was pretty sure she'd have said something about it.

So the pair climbed the shining steps until they reached a dark, cold corridor lit only by a single flaming torch. He led her along this shadow filled trail until they reached an old wooden door. It wasn't hard to imagine what she was thinking about upon seeing the change of scenery, but his chamber was another stark change. He opened the door, allowing Riza to see inside.

There was no window, just many well placed candles upon piles of books. The literature was situated around a giant bed, a complete change from the one in her room and the village from where she came. It was stupidly luxurious and so comfortable that Osmar hated it. So the gargantuan monster of furniture was used for only one thing and hopefully it was about to get its fill.

"Sit down." He spoke softly, even though it was clearly an order. The bed was the only place to sit, so Osmar waiting patiently for Riza to do what he asked.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

The walk to her master’s chambers…well...Riza was a little worried to say the least. The halls were dark and shadows clung to the walls of the long corridor, and from Riza’s point of view, it was only getting darker. The torch in the hall marked where her master’s chambers apparently lay. She blinked a bit, the light a bit much from coming from the darkness.

Upon entering his chambers, Riza was greeted by the warm sight of innumerable candles that gave the room a warm, almost welcoming look. Books that piled up in the corners and on the rather comfy looking furniture made her smile a bit, her eyes wide as she took everything in.

"Sit down."

Came her master’s voice rather sternly. It brought her back from her look around the room quickly, and after a moment, she blinked. The only place to sit was on the bed…Riza did not know if she wanted to though. If it wasn’t what he was expecting…it might come across as provocative.

None the less though, Riza moved to sit on the bed, her eyes blinking lightly as she hopped up on the bed. Her eyes moved to her master, watching him intently.

“Master…I...” She said suddenly, her eyes wide. “I don’t want you to…to get the wrong idea…” She said quietly. Even though her words were in protest…she couldn’t help but feel that if he touched her in the slightest way, her will to resist would be broken rather quickly.

 

[elerizo]

It quickly dawned on her that the order had more in mind than just wanting her to have a seat. He still wasn't sure, Riza had come this far, but she was nowhere near defeated like the others were. If it wasn't for his near desperate calls, she wouldn't have even came, Osmar was sure of it. Though hopefully she would stay, well, she had to.

He watched her cautiously approach the bed and place herself upon it. Normally the matress would swallow the person, but Riza hardly made a dent. She stared back at him, the two almost daring the other to do something. It was her that beat Osmar to it, however.

“I don’t want you to…to get the wrong idea…” Her words puzzled him slightly and he turned in order to process them fully. They were obviously stating she didn't want what Osmar was planning, that Riza had only come this far out of worry, so as not to displease him. But there was something. When he touched her, there was no disgust and when they kissed, she became a shade of red. These were not the normal reactions of a fear-stricken teenager.

"The wrong idea..." He approached her again, placing his right hand on her flushed cheek. Riza was so soft, the most delicate thing in his castle. His rough fingers slid down her neck before resting upon her shoulders. Osmar then crouched, so their eyes were level. "So I'd be wrong in thinking that if I opened that door and let you leave, you wouldn't? As I think you'd stay Riza."

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Riza blinked as he moved to her. His form finally looming over her own. Gently, his fingertips moved to her, caressing her cheek as he moved to crouch down, his eyes staring into hers.

It was only when his fingertips caressed ever so slowly down, did Riza gasp, her back arching gently as he touched her. It was a pleasurable feeling…but she couldn’t help but notice how cold his flesh was. “Master I…” She couldn’t speak. That was the only audible thing that she was able to force from her lips.

"So I'd be wrong in thinking that if I opened that door and let you leave, you wouldn't? As I think you'd stay Riza."

His voice…the tone that he was using….it was as if he was taunting her, calling her bluff. She blinked lightly, biting her lower lip gently. After a moment, she shook her head, her form trembling gently underneath his rather stern stare.

“No….no master…” She said quietly. His hand on her shoulder was burning into her flesh, and gently, she moved farther back onto the bed, letting his hand fall from her form. “But…that doesn’t mean….I mean…it seems as if you….” She let her fingers gently dig into the covers of the bed as she looked up to him, trying her best not to bring him down onto the bed with her.

“I don’t want you to think that just because you’ve taken me into your chambers….that doesn’t mean that I will bed myself with you.” She said softly, her long black hair sent cascading over her visage, and a few stray hairs even falling across her cleavage. “I will sleep with you if you wish…but don’t think that just because we are sleeping together that means you have the right to assume that we will be naked…”

Her eyes looked off to the side lightly, her blush still burning into her cheeks. “I…I just feel that this would be appropriate…sleeping with you…just considering you…you’re now my master…”

 

[elerizo]

There was a slight surprise at how his touch affected her so deliciously. This was still not enough as she replied negatively, moving herself farther back onto the bed. That in itself would give the wrong ideas to anybody, but it seemed she couldn't have Osmar touch her, despite how he thought it was making her feel. Riza was having severe trouble connecting a sentence and staying aloft on the bed, looking quite like a ship becoming lost in a rough sea.

She attempted to justify following him to his chambers as her long hair fell about her as continuous attempts at steadying herself failed. Though he should have been mildly worried at the rejection, Osmar was finding amusement in it. Riza may have been expecting any number of things, but he doubted she suspected how he felt. Her eyes grew wider and cheeks continued to blush at mentioning one word that brung them closer to a certain subject. It seemed she had leaped a huge bound in trusting that they would sleep together, yet Osmar didn't tell her that sleeping was a rarity that he didn't often indulge in.

"True." He nodded, hoping she thought he agreed that sleeping together would be appropriate. As vulgar as he thought it was, Osmar had gained an erection from having Riza alone in his chambers and only by crouching was it hidden. "I am your master. It seems your village abandoned you and your family abandoned you... I guess that means I'm the only one who wants you."

It sounded cold yet also showed a glint of weakness. Shrugging it off and hoping Riza didn't notice, Osmar rose and sat on the edge of the bed. He continued to portray a calm, dominant overlord, despite actually verging on becoming a mess.

"So, appropriate or not... What would you do, Riza, if I ask you to do something like - take off your corset and trousers?" He knew what position she was again in and decided to act as if her decision wouldn't affect him at all.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

“I am your master. It seems your village abandoned you and your family abandoned you... I guess that means I'm the only one who wants you."

Riza abruptly narrowed her gaze to this. The blush left her cheeks completely and her fingertips sunk into the covers of the bed. “My family did not abandon me…” She said with a rather harsh tone in her voice. “It was seeing me leave, or seeing me killed.” Riza’s eyes fell away from his gaze. She wondered why he was crouching in front of her. Even though it brought him to eyelevel, she did not think that he would be someone to bend to someone else’s needs.

“My village picks the women that come here at a young age…” She continued quietly, the glare that had been painted along her visage had since disappeared. “My family had no choice, for it was give your daughter, or watch her be slain…” Her voice trailed off to this, her form shifting back a bit once more, her legs crossing under her and her fingers gently playing with the ends of her hair.

Suddenly, his voice rang around the room once more, demanding her attention.

“So, appropriate or not... What would you do, Riza, if I ask you to do something like - take off your corset and trousers?"

The pink tint once more sprung to her cheeks, catching the pale flesh aflame. “I….Master-I…” Her voice trailed off, and with a deep red blush she nodded lightly, unable to speak for the moment. He had said that she could come to him on her own accord, why and what had made him change his mind…?

“I…I suppose I would have to obey…” She said quietly, her form trembling gently where she sat. Quickly, she shook her head, biting her lower lip gently. “No…..no I….You said that I could come to you when I was ready…” She said softly, her eyes looking to him. “I would…” She blinked. “You may look all you would wish…only because of the position I am in…but…Don’t think your touch would be welcomed.”

She knew, way in the back of her mind, that that was a lie. Her heart…she could felt it pounding in her chest as he looked upon her, her eyes even taking a few glances at him in turn.

 

[elerizo]

His words angered her and awoke the fire inside Riza that he loved to see. There had been many occasions when the family of the virgin sent to the overlord had cared too much and risked their lives to save hers. But it was clear this wasn't one of those cases and no matter how much she wanted to think about it, Riza was alone. Except for Osmar.

The short burst of anger vanished and she returned to a rather meek version of herself. Even with Osmar at his most unopposing and calm, she was still on edge and shifted about as such. His order didn't prod her enough to make the fire return, instead Riza returned to her embarrassed, protective shield. That would have to be and would be removed. Though he continued to give her choice, she still had that power over him.

“I…I suppose I would have to obey…” That was her reflex, what her heart was really wanting. Rational thought eventually took over, but for a second she sounded almost eager. Riza shook her heard, as if she couldn't believe how easily she took to the idea herself. “No…..no I….You said that I could come to you when I was ready…”

That was true, but Osmar couldn't tell her that it was because she was impossible to resist. That a virgin had some degree of control over the most feared overlord in the land, that a mortal could bring an immortal to his knees. Riza's mind kept bouncing the idea back and forth before reaching the eventual decision that still worked for him. As slow as it took, he'd get his way.

“You may look all you would wish…only because of the position I am in…but…Don’t think your touch would be welcomed.” Her heart was beating loud enough for anyone to hear and she seemed to breath that slight amount heavier each time she looked upon Osmar. If Riza was scared, it was from fear of her feelings, alien to an untouched piece of perfection like herself. He moved closer to her on the bed, calm and controlled where she had had trouble. As sudden as the last time, he kissed her again and like last time she returned the embrace. It was filled with a little more passion than before, as he allowed his long tongue to roam free, taste and feel every part of her mouth. The kiss was betraying her words muttered only seconds beforehand.

"I don't paticularly like liars, but for you I shall make an exception." He looked deep into her watery eyes and almost became lost again, Osmar was beggining to hate the power Riza had almost as much as he loved it. "Now take off your corset and trousers."

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

As he leaned in closer, Riza blushed all the more, her eyes widening and her form gently trembling as she nearly now lay sprawled along the bed. She blinked a few times, quickly slipping from under him, and onto the floor from the other side of the bed. As she stood, she heard his voice sounding about the room once again.

"I don't particularly like liars, but for you I shall make an exception. Now take off your corset and trousers."

Riza blinked, looking back to him with a rather smug look on her face. “What do you mean liars…?” She said softly, her fingers reluctantly and rather shakily unlacing the ribbon of her corset. “I’m not lying, there’s nothing to lie about. What I’m telling you is exactly how it is, weather you like it or not.”

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Riza let the silken fabric of the corset fall free from flesh, and now, somewhat exposed, she blushed, looking down to her form. Her long black tresses covered most, if not all of her breasts, and with a sigh, she smiled. If he was respectful of her wishes, that cover would do nicely.

Slowly, she started removing the leather trousers that clung to her waist. She was very hesitant about this item of clothing, for this would not be covered by her long tresses, and being exposed to this man made her tremble at the mere thought. Though he was her master, she was still a bit reluctant to give herself like this.

Once she was fully exposed to him, she looked over her shoulder from the other end of the bed from him. She did not want to turn around, no, not just yet. She would save that until he asked her to, for to speak the truth, Riza was in no hurry to show herself to him at all. "Remember what I said about touching." She said in a rather harsh tone, the look on her face showing that she was a bit hesitant to draw the line to this.

In a way, she supposed that she yearned for him to go a bit farther then she instructed, to play his way into seducing her. Though at this moment, she feared she was not the easiest person to lay down. Slowly, she let her eyes wander about his form, finally catching and holding his own gaze as he let his own eyes caress her form. Her blushing only got worse to this, and she feared that her own defences wouldn't last long if he did decide to try and seduce her.

(Sorry this is a tad short >.<)