What's Syvis been up to?

The Night Before Darx calls Syvis to Midnight Dawn:

Syvis sighed and looked again at the papers in her hand. They were starting to blur together in her mind. Requisition orders, party assignments, re-assignment of quests to lower tier guilds. The number of administrative orders that were required got bigger every day. The war with the Demons was coming, and it brought with it paperwork, too much paperwork. Syvis couldn’t focus anymore. Of course, it didn’t help that it had been two days since she last. . . No. She couldn’t think about that. She couldn’t afford to use another potion tonight, if she did she’d run out before the next batch was finished.

She breathed. In, hold, out, hold. Meditation was supposed to help her, but it wasn’t working. She was pent up, frustrated and horny. Damn it. It really didn’t help having Kase in the room constantly leering at her either.

“I can feel your stare.” She said, her eyes glued to the paper she was supposed to be filling out.

“There’s no law saying I can’t look.” Kase said in his smarmy, arrogant way.

“You have work to do.” If only she could focus, get this done, get away from him.

“I’m done with mine; you are the one taking forever.”

“Well, it’s hard to work when you keep staring at me.” Syvis snapped at him.

“Or maybe it’s hard to work because you are denying yourself.” He smiled as he said it, leaned back in his chair, waiting for her to yell at him.

“I’m not talking about that with you.” Syvis gripped her quill harder, tried to focus on the words on the paper.

“Hey," He said. "I’m not the one that can’t work because someone might be looking at them.”

Kase wasn’t wrong, Syvis was burning with desire. Just knowing he was looking at her was enough to set her off. She could feel him undressing her with his eyes, by the goddess, she wanted him to do it for real. His strong hands tearing her clothes, taking her body.

NO. Get it together Syvis. He hasn’t tried to **** himself on you. He hasn’t tried anything in days. You have to keep it together.

“Syvis,” He said, walking over to her. “Let me help you.”

“No. I can handle it.” Syvis protested weakly as he leaned over her shoulder.

“You’ve barely begun.” She could feel his breath and the heat it brought out in her loins.

“Well, someone is distracting me.” Syvis leaned forward, trying to get away from him.

“Am I?”

Kase walks around in front of her, hands in his pockets, stretching the front of his pants, the outline of his. . .

Syvis jolted, looked down, tried hard to keep her blush down. Her breathing was rough, she’s too warm, goddess she wanted him to touch her.

She set down her quill, closed her eyes, exhaled. “Just get it over with, Kase.” She said. It’s not like she was getting any work done anyway.

“Get what over with?” He’s mocking her. He knew what she needed. He knew how bad off she was.

“You know very well what I mean, what you always end up doing. . . to me.” Damn that last part came out wrong, timid, pliant, longing.

“I’m not going to do anything to you, Syvis. You asked me not to.” She could hear his arrogant smile in his condescending tone. “Do you remember our agreement, what I said?”

“I remember, Kase.” She answered, why did her voice sound bitter? “You won’t touch me unless I ask you to.”

“Correct. Although, I believe the actual term was beg.” A quick lick to wet his lips. Goddess she wanted that mouth, wanted his touch, his. . .

Fuck. He knew exactly what he was doing. She had to get out of here, she had to get away from him.

“I’m going home.” Syvis said, trying to sound resolute as she stood to leave.

“See you tomorrow then.” He said with that infuriatingly smug smile.

“Fuck you Kase!” Syvis yelled, her control slipping. “You think I’m just going to throw myself at you like one of your little noble-born sluts.”

Kase just laughed, looking at her with that haughty grin.

“I should slap that smile off your smug face.” Her voice was a growl, her anger and need fusing together.

“Come on, do it.” He mocked her as he stood up straight, offered her his cheek.

She walked to him, angry, ready to slap him but her hand didn’t strike his face, instead it settled on his chest. “Kase. . .”

“Tell me, Syvis, tell me what you want and you’ll get it.” She could feel his heart beat through his shirt, feel the heat of his skin through the expensive silk. She wanted him so much, but she couldn’t, they couldn’t keep doing this.

“Ilene. . .” Syvis managed to say.

“She’s okay with it," Kase told her, "she can’t handle my libido, she’s fine as long as I keep it in the guild.”

“Liar.”

“Then go.” He took her hand off his chest, released it, breaking the contact between them. “Go back to your room, sleep it off.”

“Fuck you.”

“Only if you beg me, Syvis.” He said it with such certainty, believing he’d already won.

She stepped toward him, grabbed his dick through his pants. She could twist it, break it. She could do it. It would be easy.

“Nun-uh” he scolds, “you haven’t asked.”

“You’re a monster.” A last act of defiance, Syvis hoped to find the will to leave the room, escape his presence.

“You’re the one stroking my cock.” She was too. Goddess she was going to do it, she was going to beg him.

“You. . . I can’t. . .” Tears started to form at the corner of her eyes as Syvis’ resistance broke.

“On your knees.” He said. She knelt, her defeat enveloping her. “You’re so beautiful, Syvis.” Kase said as he reached down, touched her cheek gently, like he actually cared.

“Shut up.” Syvis hated Kase, hated the way he acted. Hated the way he treated people. But most of all, she hated the way her body reacted to him, the way she ached for his touch.

Kase pulled his hand away, straightened his posture. “Go ahead,” He gestured to the bulge in his pants. “take it out. You know you want to.” Kase pushed his hips forward just a bit, his crotch was right there, so close to her.

Syvis paused, a last-ditch resistance, a futile, pathetic gesture. They both knew how this was ending.

Kase stepped back, started to turn away. Syvis grabbed him, unwilling to take the chance he might actually leave. He could leave her there, go fuck one of the new girls, one of the ones flooding to Oblivion. They practically worshiped the new S-rank, doing anything for a bit of his attention. She wouldn’t let him go, damn it, she needed this.

She pulled his pants down around his thighs, his dick hung there, free from its confinement. He wasn’t even hard. He was calm, cool, unaffected, even as she burned. Syvis stared at it, his dick. She could still get up, leave, run away from him. Instead, she lifted it gently, leaned in and took his softness into her mouth. She felt him against her lips, against the roof of her mouth. She tasted his sweat. She pushed his dick around the inside of her mouth with her tongue. She felt amazing, almost giddy to have him in her mouth as he started to stiffen. Her reward for debasing herself before him.

“Syvis.” He said, his voice gentler, ****. “You belong here, with me. You know you do.”

Syvis’ resolve was gone, her will evaporated by the oppressive heat of her desire. She couldn’t get enough of his cock, growing longer, thicker in her mouth. She let it free, her breath heaving as she nuzzled under his dick, her tongue finding his scrotum before licking him from base to tip, drinking the scent, the feel of his magnificent cock.

“I can take care of you, your needs, your wants. Be mine, be my woman, Syvis. Let me take care of you.”

Syvis didn’t want Kase, but she needed his cock. She worshipped his cock, kissed it, licked it, sucked it, gagged herself on it. Forcing as much of it as she could into her. Her vision sparkled with pleasure, her brain shut down in glorious submission to this thing that promised to satiate her desire, quench the fire that was consuming her.

She pulled off of him, the need between her legs growing unbearable. He was still talking, telling her about the life they could have together, how good he would be to her. She stood and pressed into him, kissing his neck, running her hands over his body.

“Just shut up and fuck me.” She whispered desperately.

Kase’s confident warmth turned cold, the gentleness in his voice faded. “If that’s the way you want it, Syvis.” He nearly spat out her name. “I’ll give you what you need, but you know what you have to do.” He stated it coldly, his grip on her shoulders intensifying. It only made her burn hotter.

“Please.” She whimpered. Her hands lightly touching his chest.

He just smirked. “Ask me properly.”

“Please, Kase, I need you to fuck me.”

“Look me in the eye, beg for it.” He said, his finger lifting her chin.

Her eyes met his. Her **** fire meeting his cold stare. “Please, I’ll do anything, I need you, I need your cock.” She couldn’t resist him anymore; she was all fire and no control.

“Your clothes. Give me your clothes.” He was ordering her now. And she was too far gone to defy him.

Syvis slipped out of her dress, her breasts heaving with each breath, her nipples pointing with unbridled lust.

“Those too.” He said, looking down at her underwear.

Syvis took off her panties, her only cover left, and handed them to him. The air was cool on her hot and wet sex. She leaned back into the desk, waiting for him to take her.

“Now lead me to your room.” He said, stepping to the side. Kase held her clothes in one arm as he gestured to the door with the other.

Syvis froze. The hallway, down the stairs, another hallway. They’d be seen. She couldn’t, it was too much.

“No?” He says, offering her clothes back to her.

“Please, Kase.” She begged.

“You said you’d do anything.” Kase’s voice was cold, demanding. He leaned forward, his face next to hers, his breath hot on her ear as he whispered. “Lead me to your room, naked, and I’ll spend the night fucking you exactly like you want, no romance, no connection, no promises, just raw sex.” He pulled back and shrugged. “Or you take your clothes and deal with it yourself as best you can.”

She couldn’t argue with him, her desire, her need, was too great. She grabbed his hand, crossed the floor, opened the door, and took off. She was running, down the hall, down the stairs, pulling him behind her. She heard voices, she didn’t care. She pushed past someone; she didn’t even look at their face. She didn’t care, she needed her room, she needed release. She grabbed the handle, turned it, threw the door open. She was safe. No one would see her now.

The door slammed behind her.

“And now for your reward.” He said as he stepped next to her, grabbed her ass with one hand as he pulled her into a rough kiss.

She hated him, she melted into him. She hated herself, she cried out for release. He spun her away from him, pushed her against the wall, her cheek and breasts pressed against the cold stone. Kase penetrated her in one hard stroke. She was so wet, so ready for him that it sent lightning bolts of pleasure through her immediately. As he thrust inside her his heat mixed with hers, their friction releasing the tension of her abstinence.

“Fuuu. . . CUU. . . CUMING!” she yelled out her first orgasm. It happened so fast, she was so hot for him, and he knew exactly how she wanted it. Kase grabbed her by the back of her neck, pushed her over to her black oak table, bent her over the priceless example of old Dark Elf craftsmanship. Then he re-entered her. Syvis looked at her reflection in the polished black wood, now smeared with her sweat as she pushed against the top, trying to **** him deeper, harder, into her. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. Her legs shook as she spasmed, another orgasm. Kase struck her ass hard, and then again. The pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure, confusing her senses. She panted, her control slipping, cumming again, losing herself as he pounded into her, claiming her body with each thrust.

The table, her desk, the stairs, the hall outside her bedroom, bent over the side of her bed, folded in half on top of her bedding. Syvis screamed out her pleasure as he used her body again and again. She lost track of time in the bliss of her abandon, chasing the next pulse of pleasure, the unmistakable clench of her muscles, the feeling of release piled on top of release. The world dissolving around her, until all that was left was his cock, taking her, using her, unmaking her, ruling her.

The Morning After:

Syvis scrubbed herself ruthlessly, She could smell him on her, smell his sweat, his sex, like he had marked her. She put one hand on her book, the other in the water, using her fire magic to heat the water even more, until it started to boil.

The water scalded her skin, the pain and the slight redness it left behind felt cleansing. As if she could burn the memory of last night from her flesh. But it wasn’t that easy, the bruises from where he gripped her, the soreness of her muscles, the crushing guilt, she couldn’t scrub those away.

“Syvis, why are you doing this to yourself?” Kase’s voice came from the doorway, he was finally awake.

“Please go, Kase.” She pleaded. “You’ve had your fun.”

“My fun? Syvis, I want to be good to you.” Kase said angrily. “You are the one keeping us like this.”

“If you wanted to be good to me,” Syvis yelled as she turned to him “you wouldn’t have. . .” Her voice faded.

“Wouldn’t have what? Fucked you so long that day? If I loved you I would have kicked you out of my bed in time to keep lying to your boyfriend?” Kase’s voice then turned soft, Syvis could imagine he was being compassionate if she didn’t know better. “Darx was never good enough for you, Syvis.”

“Shut up, don’t you dare say his name.” She cried, turning back to her water and brush.

“You sit here and cry for him, but he doesn’t deserve it Syvis. He was never going to give you what you need.”

“He nearly died, Kase. I nearly killed him.” She started sobbing. Kase moved to her, held her.

“You aren’t responsible for whatever that was, Syvis.” Kase held her tight, his voice firm. “Agnes tried to warn me about him, about the darkness inside of him, it was always going to end like that.”

Syvis glared at him, pushed his arms off of her. “You need to go, Kase.”

“Syvis, you’re being unreasonable.” He said.

She stood. “I said go.” Pointing at the door.

Kase stared at her for a moment, his face hard, angry. “I’m getting tired of this game Syvis.” Kase said. “I’m only going to wait for you so long. If you’re going to stay hung up on Darx you’ll have to find someone else to fuck.”

"Just go, please." Syvis said, her strength fading.

"Okay, Syvis," Kase said, his hands up in defeat. "I'll go." Kase turned, started to walk away, then stopped. "Till next time." He said, then walked away.

“Next time. . .” Syvis said to herself as she heard the door to her house close. She knew what he meant, and she knew he was right. It wouldn't be long and she’d be back here, just like this. She couldn’t resist him, couldn’t resist the need growing ever more pressing inside her.

Syvis stood, looked in the mirror. She tried to see the person she’d been in the reflection in front of her. Tried to see the mage that had earned the respect of Oblivion’s S-rank and guild leader. The scientist that had developed treatments for diseases others had given up on. The woman that had won the heart of. . .

“Shit.” She said out loud, wiping her eyes, forcing the tears back. She took a deep breath, looked back at her reflection and saw the red marks on her neck. Kase had choked her. When had he done that? Syvis traced her fingers over the marks and the memory came back to her, bent backwards onto her bed, his hand taking her breath as he pushed her harder into the bed, pounding into her relentlessly, sending her over the edge again.

Syvis felt the heat rise in her loins. Goddess, just thinking about it got her hot. She stumbled back into her bedroom, to the top dresser drawer. She grabbed one of her few remaining orange potions downing it it a single gulp. She started her breathing exercises, gained control as the potion kicked in, a temporary reprieve from her accursed biology.

Syvis had work to do. She had barely touched last night’s orders, she’d have to work more today, get caught up. But that just meant more time around Kase, and everything that came with that. Syvis sat down, started to cry. Maybe giving in would be better, being Kase’s woman, having enough sex to let her function, let her get back to being herself. But she couldn’t, not after what he, after what they had done to Darx. And Kase was married to Darx’s mother, no matter how much Kase assured her that Ilene would accept it there was no way Syvis could be in a relationship with the mother of the man she. . .

Syvis felt nauseous. She needed air, she needed out of her house. Everywhere she looked carried the scent, the memory of last night. Syvis looked through her closet, pulled out a conservative dress, one she hadn’t worn in years. It was long and it covered everything. Her arms, her neck, her legs. The fabric was tight but it would cover the bruises, hide her shame, at least a little bit. She put the dress on and headed down the stairs. She couldn’t help but think of what had taken place on the stairs, the landing, the table downstairs. His scent and the memory of what they had done was everywhere. Syvis opened her door and stepped out into the hall.

She could hear them whisper as she walked, her guildmates. She could see the way they looked at her. The Dark Elf whore. She had never fit in with the guild, that had never bothered her. But today was different. Today their stares carried the sting of her failure, her submission to a man she had come to both desire and hate. Worse was the realization that this was all she had left. She had betrayed herself, her ideals, her goals, and Darx. She had betrayed the one man that truly cared about her, saw her as more than just her body, her race. She had nearly killed him with her betrayal. What did she have but Agnes, Oblivion, and Kase. The realization was crushing. The hallway seemed to close in around her, threatening to smother her. The whispers and stares of her guild mates suffocating her. She had to get out, she needed space, air.

She focused on her posture, held her head high. “Walk like a princess.” She could hear her childhood instructors chide her. Syvis turned left, not towards breakfast or Agnes’ office where she would be expected soon, but toward the exit. She couldn’t stay here. They knew what she had done, they would know why she wore that dress, what she sought to hide.

Syvis kept her poise as she crossed the main square of town, headed to the one place she truly felt herself. She unlocked the door and walked in. The smell of her flowers felt cleansing. Inside here it didn’t feel like Riledo, there were no stares, no condescending nobles, no judgment. Just her plants and her science. She walked to the back room, her home away from Oblivion. She closed herself in and sat down.

Syvis sat and breathed, let her mind settle. When she looked up, though, she remembered why she hadn’t come back here in over a week. Her bed, the one she had shared with Darx, it was right in front of her. It brought out her memories of time not that long ago, and yet a world away. The times when he had been here with her, when she had been truly loved. Syvis didn’t move, she could only sit and stare, feel what she had lost.

Syvis let go. Her feelings poured out of her. She fell from the chair, lay on the ground, mourning the life she had in her grasp before she threw it all away. She wasn’t there long when she heard a sound, a crow caw. She knew that sound, Estella, the guild master of Midnight Dawn, it was one of her crows.

Syvis almost didn’t get up, Estella’s crows were all over the city. There was little she didn’t see or hear. Syvis knew it was unlikely, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that the crow knew, that Estella knew what she had done. That they knew what she had been doing with Kase ever since returning to Riledo, her shame. She pulled herself up as it called again, the infuriating thing wouldn’t quit. Estella knew she was here, that woman would know she had been crying, she might even know why. Syvis composed herself quickly, straightened her dress, walked into her greenhouse. The Crow flew over her, dropping a piece of paper right to her. Syvis opened and unfolded the note.

Reading the note Syvis felt the blood drain from her face. Darx. He wanted to see her, needed to talk. Her hand went to her neck, to the all-too-thin fabric hiding the marks from last night, the marks from Kase’s fingers. She would go, she would see Darx, she couldn’t not go.

“You did this to yourself.” She spat the words out, angrily scrunching the paper in her hand before realizing what she was doing. She looked up at the crow, sitting there staring silently at her, watching, gathering information for his master. She carefully spread out the paper, wrote her reply. ‘I need a few minutes.’ She wrote, then showed it to the bird, who flew off with a confirming caw.

Syvis hurried, washed her face, poked at the marks, applying small amounts of makeup, just enough to hide the signs of her crying. She wouldn’t go before Darx looking in shambles, he’d worry about her, want to know what was wrong. He’d care. He couldn’t help himself. She wouldn’t do that to him, wouldn’t drag him back in to the wreckage of her life.

She walked out of her Greenhouse carrying her head high. Walked across the center of town. She entered the public area of Darx’s guild, the tavern she and Darx had shared drinks at several times once she was okay going out in public with him.

NO Syvis. She scolded herself quietly. She wouldn’t start that, she couldn't afford to think anymore about her time with Darx, she was barely holding it together as it was.

She saw Estella standing with Neku, the young Lancer that had been in Darx’s party in the caves. Neku looked her way, her eyes piercing through her, like she could see through her disguise, into her soul. Syvis looked to Estella, poised and composed, her voice controlled and calm. “I got your message.” Syvis told her.

Estella looked at her sympathetically, nodded and explained. Darx would meet her in the training rooms, Neku guided her down. It was highly irregular. No non-member of Midnight Dawn was permitted in the heart of the guild, and the training rooms were well inside. Agnes would have put a visitor from Midnight Dawn in a cone of seclusion if she ever let one inside Oblivion, but Syvis was walking through the heart of Midnight Dawn with just a guide to keep tabs on her.

“In here.” Neku said as she pointed, her voice sharp and cold. “Darx is waiting for you.” The bitterness in her voice was palpable, Neku didn’t want her here. Syvis didn’t react, she was used to being unwanted. She pushed the door open and her composure failed.

It was him, the back of his head, but it was unmistakably him.

“Darx. . .” She said, wanting nothing more than to run to him, hug him, have him tell her it was okay. . .

He turned to face her.

“Syvis.” He said, smiling at her, the smile she longed for, the smile she hadn’t seen in so long.

His hand reached out to her, a lifeline from a time before everything fell apart, a time when she could look at herself in the mirror without revulsion, a time when she still had hope.

“Come here, Syvis.” Darx said.