[Ding!You influenced the timeline by a little amount! Reward - 25 points]
Oh,dang,so i can get energy points by influencing events, Hm,seems fair
[Ding!You managed to arouse interest in a minor heroine! Reward - 15 points]
Who?! Thea,tell me!!!
-Ashara Dayne.
Right, a noble lady is always interested in powerful men, a man like me is peerless in this realm.
-Narcisst
No, I am not.It is the truth. Well, I have to speed up my game and deepen my relationship with her. Where are you Ashara?
*Theron said as he jumped to a wall and climbed to top with his inhumane skills. Time seemed to slowed down as he looked into the distance in the nights sky with his night vision and enhanced senses. There, she was heading to somewhere.He disapperaed from his place like he never stood there
Soft, golden light filtered through the leaves of the tall trees, dappling the emerald green grass and flower beds that surrounded the majestic castle. Ashara Dayne walked down the stone path, the delicate sandals she wore leaving footprints in the rich, damp soil. Her woven, silk dress whispered a gentle rustle as it brushed against her legs, the color a soft sage green like the leaves above.
It was a beautiful day in the late spring, the flowers in full bloom, filling the air with their sweet fragrance - of lilies, roses, and jasmine.
Ashara had always found solace in the gardens, away from the prying eyes of the court and the constant expectation that seemed to hang over her like a cloak. She was the only daughter of Lord Dayne, and with that title came a weight of responsibility that was sometimes difficult to bear.
As she rounded a bend, she noticed a figure standing by the fountain at the center of the garden. He was tall, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the sun. His long, dark hair was slightly disheveled, as if he'd run his fingers through it one too many times.
He wore the outfit of a simple citizen, but it was cleaned and well-maintained. As she approached, he turned towards her, revealing a face that was both strong and kind, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, and dark green eyes that seemed to hold a depth of emotion.
Ashara hesitated, taken aback by his sudden attention. She was not used to being noticed in such a way, especially not by someone she had a crush on.
Yet, there was something about this man that made her pause, the man who looked slightly younger than her and made her dream about him after a fateful encounter in a hall. She offered him a small smile, a gesture of greeting rather than invitation. "Good day," she said, her voice soft yet clear, like the first notes of a songbird's melody.
The man bowed low, his hand going to the hilt of his sword in a gesture of respect. "My lady," he replied, his voice deep and resonant. "I meant no disrespect.
I'm new here, arrived late last week. I'm Theron, a swordsman from HighGarden " He straightened up, his gaze never leaving hers. "And you, my lady, must be Ashara."
Ashara raised an eyebrow. "Indeed, I am. And you are well-informed, Sir." She continued walking, and he fell into step beside her. "So, what brings you to our gardens, apart from the obvious beauty?"
Theron chuckled, a warm sound that seemed to rumble in his chest.
"Well, I could say the same to you, Lady Ashara. But to answer your question, I've always found gardens to be a place of quiet reflection. A chance to appreciate the beauty of nature, away from the chaos of the world."
Ashara glanced at him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "And what chaos have you left behind, Sir"
Theron's expression turned serious, his gaze fixed on the path ahead. "Restlessnes,my lady.It is the struggle of the weak and the poor. Maybe,homesickness* his last words 'home' seemed to have emotions. As Theron, never deeply pondered about his past life. He seemed to had different kind of emotions in a second" He trailed off, his voice heavy with unsaid words.
Ashara listened, her heart aching for the pain he held within. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his arm. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," she said softly.
Theron looked at her, his green eyes filled with a storm of emotions. "Thank you," he murmured, covering her hand with his own.
His thumb traced circles on her skin, sending shivers up her arm. "I haven't spoken about it with anyone before."
Ashara smiled gently, her hand still on his arm. "Well, you're safe here, Theron. No one will judge you for what you've been through."
His gaze lingered on her lips, then slowly moved up to meet her eyes. "You're different, Ashara. Not what I expected."
She tilted her head, a playful light dancing in her eyes. "Oh, and what did you expect?"
Theron shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I don't know, maybe a spoiled noble brat who only cared about her next ball gown or the latest gossip."
Ashara laughed, a sound as musical as she was. "Well, I assure you, I'm far from that. In fact, I'm quite the opposite." She paused, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "And I have a secret."
Theron raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, really? And what might that be?"
Ashara leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I love to read.
Not just the usual courtly romances or tales of chivalry, but real books. About history, politics, philosophy. I have a whole collection hidden in my chambers," Ashara confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Theron grinned, surprised and delighted. "I didn't expect that. But I must admit, it's refreshing. I've always found solace in books myself."
Ashara's eyes twinkled with excitement. "Really? What kind of books do you like?"
They had reached the secluded bench under the weeping willow, far from prying eyes.
The moon was high and full, casting its silver glow upon them like a spotlight. Ashara's heart pounded in her chest, not from exertion, but from the intensity of Theron's gaze. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, his desire palpable and intoxicating.
''"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"Theron said
Ashara was in a daze seeing him in a melancholic state.
Theron reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered, tracing the shell of her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "You're beautiful, Ashara," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.
Ashara swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry.
No man had ever spoken to her like this, with such raw, unbridled desire. She felt a warmth spreading between her legs, a hunger she had never known before. She wanted him, wanted to feel his body pressed against hers, wanted to taste him.
Theron seemed to sense her acquiescence, his hand moving from her ear to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing softly against her lips. "You want this, don't you, Ashara?" he whispered, his voice gravelly with lust.
Ashara nodded, her breath hitching as she parted her lips, allowing his thumb to slip inside.
She sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the pad, tasting the salt of his skin. Theron groaned, his eyes darkening with desire, his cock twitching in his breeches.
"Fuck, Ashara," he swore, his voice ragged. "You're driving me crazy."
He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a hungry, demanding kiss. His tongue pushed past her lips, exploring the warmth of her mouth, tangling with her tongue. Ashara moaned, her hands clutching at his tunic, pulling him closer.
She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her, even through the layers of their clothing. She wanted more, needed more. She wanted to feel him, all of him.
Theron seemed to understand her silent plea, his hands moving to the straps of her dress. He eased them down, his knuckles brushing against her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The dress slipped down, revealing her breasts, the nipples already hard and aching for his touch.
"Fuck, Ashara," Theron growled, his gaze locked onto her breasts.
"You're so fucking beautiful." He leaned down, capturing one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. Ashara gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her. He lavished attention on one breast, then the other, his tongue swirling around the hardened peaks, his teeth grazing them lightly. She could feel the moisture gathering between her legs, her panties soaked with her arousal.
Theron seemed to scent her desire, his hand moving down her body, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties.
He hooked a finger under the fabric, pulling it aside, his knuckles brushing against her wet folds. Ashara squirmed, her breath coming in short gasps, her hips arching towards his touch.
"Ashara," Theron groaned, his finger slipping inside her, feeling her tight heat. "You're so fucking wet." He added another finger, pumping in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit. Ashara moaned, her head thrown back, her breasts heaving with each breath.
"Theron," she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
"I need... I need more."
He growled, a primal sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Fuck, Ashara, you're killing me." He withdrew his fingers, making her whimper at the loss. But then he was lifting her, laying her down on the soft grass beneath the willow tree, his body covering hers.
He yanked down his breeches, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing. Ashara's eyes widened at the sight of him, his length thick and veined, the tip glistening with precome.
She licked her lips, her pussy clenching with anticipation. Theron groaned, watching her reaction, his hips bucking slightly as if seeking her touch.
''Hm," he hissed, his voice strained. "You look like you want to devour me."
Ashara met his gaze, her eyes filled with lust. "I do," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to taste you, Theron."
Theron growled, a sound of pure, unadulterated desire. "Fuck, yes," he said, his voice hoarse.
"I want to feel your mouth on me, Ashara." He guided his cock to her lips, the tip brushing against the soft, full flesh. Ashara opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the bead of precome from the slit. Theron groaned, his hips jerking forward, his cock sliding into her warm, wet mouth. "Fuck" he swore, his fingers tangling in her silvery hair, holding her in place.
"That feels so good." His hips moved, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, fucking her face slowly, letting her get used to his size. Ashara moaned, the vibrations sending shivers down his length, making him groan in pleasure. She relaxed her jaw, taking him deeper, her tongue swirling around the base of his cock, tasting the salty, bitter flavor of his precome.
Theron watched her, his eyes dark with desire, his breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck, yes," he hissed, his grip tightening in her hair.
"Take it all, Ashara. Show me how much you want it." His hips thrust forward, his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her gag slightly. He pulled back, giving her a moment to breathe before sliding in again, deeper this time. Ashara moaned, her fingers digging into his thighs, taking him as deep as she could. She could feel his cock pulsing in her mouth, his body tensing as he fought to hold back his release.
"Ahh, Ashara," he groaned, his voice ragged. "Your mouth feels so fucking good.
But I need to be inside you, Ashara. I need to feel your tight pussy gripping my cock," Theron growled, his voice thick with desire. He pulled back, his dick slipping out of her mouth with a wet pop. Ashara gasped, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her lips were swollen and damp, her eyes filled with lust.
Theron reached down, grabbing her by the waist and flipping her onto her hands and knees. Ashara moaned, her fingers digging into the soft grass, her ass high in the air.