Three Days

[Ninorra]

Ninorra lay motionless on the bed, her wrists and ankles bound by leather straps and tied in place. She had a thin layer of sweat on her nude form, which gave her dark skin a light gold sheen. Illuminated by the red light that peeked through her closed eyelids, one could see that her lips were slightly parted, and trembled just enough to prove that she was indeed, alive. A small surge of mana tingled at those lips, which she licked, as if she could taste the power that permeated through her skin.

In the corner she and Vicailde's bedroom, an imp sat and watched her. Ninorra's husband likely nearby, it tried it's best to keep it's presense hidden. Kupmat looked around the room, checking to make sure that all was well, and finally approached his mistress.

"..you are okay, mistress?" He asked fearfully, his voice giving signs of obvious distress.

Ninorra opened her eyes slowly, and gazed at the creature who loved her so. "I am fine. Why are you here, Kupmat?"

"I heard screaming.." the imp whispered, eyes wet with tears. "He is hurting you, mistress."

"Shhh.." Ninorra's lips came together, shushing the creature. She gazed at him lovingly, because for all his faults, Kupmat wished only to serve his love. "I am not hurt.. you see, he heals me, and he shares his mana with me. I feel stronger now, than ever. All is well, Kupmat."

The imp heard footsteps. He panicked. "But.. but the screaming--"

"It's alright," Ninorra reassured him, her red eyes flashing with anticipation. "Everything will be alright. Now go and play, dear Kupmat. I will see you soon."

The imp strained against the order. How he loathed being dismissed, when he knew the old elf she'd bound herself to would be privvy to her attention and desire. He was so jealous that it brought pain to his tiny heart. So jealous that even the other one, Tirdisar, had at least recieved a kiss. A hug. Kind words and affection. He was just an imp.. he would never have those things...

Do not worry, imp, Came the dark voice he knew so well. The Nathrezim chuckled. Do as I say. She will be yours, again.

With that reassurance tucked between his ears, Kupmat bounded for the window and jumped outside, plummeting down several stories and landing in a pile of mulch.

[Lovely]

((Wow! Very cool!))

[Ninorra]

((hehe, thanks!))

[Vicailde]

Vicailde's knees buckled and his hand shot to the kitchen counter as he quickly steaded himself. He cursed under his breath, glad that he was out of Ninorra's sight when he slipped and showed his true weakness. He reached out his foot and closed the door as he opened the cabinet and pulled the crate out.

He muttered something inaudibly as he pulled out a Primal Mana and took a breath as he felt the mixture of pain and power slowly trickle through his body. He stood up slowly, moving the crate back into the cabinet before moving to the sink and running his lips under the cool water.

A shiver ran down his back as the water flowed over them. The usual transfer of mana made his lips burn with an inner fire and that last transfer was a bit much and too quickly than he anticipated.

He closed his eyes and breathed out slowly as he waited for his lips to lessen in their burning and for the mana to circulate through his body once more. He opened the compartment and eyed it for a moment as he muttered underneath his breath and gripped the door and re-entered the bedroom, unaware of his wife's brief visitor.

[Ninorra]

The sound of his reentry caused Ninorra's heart to skip a beat. Vicailde was dressed in very dark colors, his expression that of both dominance and something unreadable. As usual, her eyes lingered on his, their emerald color beautiful in both their association with her love, and the promise of pure mana that he might provide for her.

If she was good.

Attempting not to move, she didn't notice the rustling outside in the garden, as Kupmat steadilly walked back and forth through the flower beds. The tall lillies tickled his nose, and with great distaste for the plants, he ripped one from it's very roots and cast it aside.

"Mistress will not be pleased.." Came a silky femenine voice.

Kupmat didn't have to turn to see the succubus, laying down in the sun, covered with lavish tanning oil that made her lavander skin sparkle in the light. Her bright eyes glowed a pale pink as she turned to one of her partners. "Is the mistress enjoying herself?"

"She's hurt," Kupmat said quietly, wringing his tail. "He's hurting her and he won't let her go."

The succubus giggled. "Oh there there.. she isn't so very helpless, you know. She is only enjoying her master."

"Master.." Kupmat muttered.

"Oh yes..." The succubus purred, running a hand over her slick bare breasts (because what was the use in tanning, when you were covered?) while giving a languid sigh. "Yes, her master. She may be our mistress, but she answers to her master. Is it not a great thing to be loved by one's master?"

The imp pursed his lips, looking ashamed. "I wouldn't know."

"Of course you would!" She squeaked. "The mistress absolutely adores you. Why do you think she treats you so kindly? Why Kupmat, I daresay you are just jealous because her master gets the priveledge of bedding her."

Color rose in the imp's cheeks. "So?"

"Poor little imp.. you would never be able to bed the mistress, anyway. She is Sin'dorei, and you are a--"

"Demon," he finished for her. "It isn't fair! That stupid old elf up there isn't immortal, but I am!"

"Poor little Kupmat, if only you could trade places.."

The imp's expression turned blank. He blinked several times, and finally stood up to his full height. Without another word, he stormed off.

The succubus glanced after him. "..Kupmat? Where are you going?"

[Jemmalass]

(( I like it. ))

[Vicailde]

Frank chewed slowly, glad to have a few days to relax and not have his summoner's full weight in all his armor on his back. Such a stubborn man he was... Little consideration for him.. even if he was meant to obey him.

Of course Frank was always a bit different.

The warhorse blinked at the sudden out burst from Ninorra's imp. She was a nice lady, always brought him such lovely red apples... not like that stubborn old man who liked to just shove his snout in a bag full of oats and storm off.. of course he loved oats.. but not as delicous a nice red apple..

Frank stared lazily from a distance at the imp and his ears flicked at the imps and succubus' words. This meant he would have to help that stubborn old man again...

Frank's ears folded and his tail flicked before he snorted lightly and began to follow the imp from a distance. Horses weren't normally stealthy but he was sure that in the imp's frustration he wouldn't notice.

[Ninorra]

Kupmat ran as fast as he could, determined to reach Silvermoon without having his mistress realize that he was gone. His tiny skips and jumps made him look like a stray spark in the fields, as he ran merilly, a plan in his brain.

"Trade places.. trade places.." he kept repeating to himself, a devious grin on his horrid little face.

When finally he arrived at the gates, Silvermoon was tall and imposing. Kupmat frowned at the guards, who gave him questioning looks.

"You there, imp," one of them said darkly. "What are you doing here alone?"

"My master ran ahead!" He said, panting. "He ran ahead! I'm sure you've seen him! Very tall, slender, blonde hair??"

The guards gave eachother glances. He'd just described 90% of the city's male population.. but they were not so easilly fooled. The other guard shifted weight on to his other foot, studying the little demon. "What is his name?"

Kupmat panicked. Think of a name.. a name.. any name!! "Sir.. Raike.. Sun..sprinkle?"

The other guard narrowed his eyes, leaning in close to the imp. His expression full of malace, he grit his teeth, green eyes flashing. "..that bastard owes me money. You tell him that he'd better hand me back my ten gold, or I'll have his head in a noose!"

The imp stuttered. "G..b.. yes! Of course! Thanksverymuchbye!!"

Without another word, Kupmat ran into Silvermoon, heading towards the warlock trainers and their secrets.

[Vicailde]

Frank continued to follow in a short trot. His longer strides were more than enough for him to keep with the imp's tiny legs.

"a.. horse?" one of the guards said quietly as Frank passed by.

Frank snorted at the guard, distastfully before continuing his trek.

"Well.. he does have the Bloodstone coat of arms on him." the guard said broodingly at the other who was laughing quietly to himself.

[Ninorra]

Kupmat ran through Silvermoon, every so often bumping into the legs of a Sin'dorei who looked at him with scorn and went about their business. Sticking his tongue at an uptight mage who kicked him in the ribs, he hopped through the crowd until he came to a small building. The inside was covered with gauzy curtains, and down a stairwell he knew that there was a floating crystal, it's energy being drawn by an adept.

Walking cautiously down the stairs, he glanced here and there, amking sure that nobody was giving him any strange looks. Luckilly, imps were often seen here. When he reached the bottom, there they were; several warlocks, conversing amongst themselves. They took no notice of Kupmat, but their pets did. Their pets, who stood huddled in a corner busilly chatting, gave Kupmat a friendly smile; or tried to, in the voidwalker's case. The other two, an imp and a succubus, beckoned him over.

"What are you doing here?" Asked the succubus, her thick lips smiling.

Kupmat cleared his throat, and looked at the other imp. "Zepfip here has some information I'd like."

"Information?" Repeated Zepfip. "What the hell d'ya want from me??"

"Do you remember the story you told us? When I was here last time, with my mistress?" Kupmat began, lowering his voice. "About how you switched bodies with your master?"

Zepfip blinked, glancing at his master; the haughty blonde had obviously just told a bad joke, to which only he was laughing. The other two warlocks rolled their eyes. "..yeah, what about it?"

"I want to know how to do it," Kupmat whispered. "How d'ya switch bodies with somone?"

The other two pets looked fairly interested in this piece of information, to which Zepfip's ears wilted slightly. "Well.. it's.. it's real complicated y'see, and.. and I ain't sure if you can do it--"

"Tell me, please!" Kupmat squeaked, causing curious glances from the other warlocks. Lowering his voice again, he continued. "Please, tell me. Tell me how. I'll do anything."

Zepfip liked the sound of "anything". "Anything, huh? Well, ya got my interest. Maybe I will tell you. If..."

"If..?"

"If.." Zepfip continued. "..you can get something for me."

"What? Name it, anything!"

Zepfip grinned, and glanced at the succubus. "..get her to give me a quick lay."

The succubus balked, and Kupmat's ears wilted. He sighed and looked down, relishing in the hopelessness of it all.

"..why do you want to switch bodies with someone?" The succubus asked, sticking her tongue out distastefully at Zepfip.

"Because my mistress loves her master.." Kupmat said sadly. "And I know she'll never love me.. so I wanted to take his place. If only for a day, I just want to know how it feels. To be loved like him."

The succubuss' black heart broke at his words. If there was anything in the world that mattered to her, it was love. She sighed and slapped her forehead, giving Zepfip an angry glare. "..you get ten minutes."

"That's nine more than I need!" The imp replied with a grin, fishing something out of his pocket; a filthy looking pair of stones. "Here, Kupmat. Get that guy to hold on to one of these. Then grab the other. If you two think of the exact same thing, it'll switch your bodies until you do it again. Got it?"

Kupmat took the stones in shaky hands, his eyes watery with tears. "Yes.. yes, thank you Zepfip.. I--"

"Yeah yeah, welcome, now it's time for some love!"

Zepfip jumped up and slapped the succubus on her rear end, causing her to scowl at him unappreciatingly. "Lousy little.."

But Kupmat didn't hear what happened afterwards. Stones in his hands, he ran out of the building with the most gleeful expression an imp could have.

[Lovely]

((rofl awesome))

[Vicailde]

Frank was unable to follow the imp into the warlock's area. Those stairs made it impossible for him to descend... that and the fact that the guards would probably have not liked him going in either.

Frank trotted around for a bit, looking for an opening before snorting in frustration and trotting behind a large fruit cart and waiting the imp to exit.

Frank blinked and his teeth clacked. The imp... had rocks...

The warhorse waited for the imp to pass him by and he released a short snort. Such a waste of time to see an imp run to Silvermoon for rocks...

Frank's tongue slid out of his mouth as he noticed a large array of apples.

No.. stealing was wrong... No matter how delicious they were...

The warhorse trotted closer and a large Sin'Dorei woman came charging up cursing in Tallasian and shooing him away.

Frank's ears flicked and he snorted in a bit of a 'I can't believe you tought I'd actually do that.. even if I was really thinking about it' way.

The horse blinked and looked up and around, finally realizing the imp was long from sight. That couldn't be too bad... how much trouble can an imp get in with some rocks?..

...Frank quickly began a quick gallop back to the Bloodstone manor.

[Ninorra]

When Kupmat arrived home again, he was surprised not to hear screaming. It was the third day, so his mistress couldn't have left yet.. so why didn't he hear the telltale sign of her being ravaged by her husband? Walking silently up the stairs, he saw that the bedroom door was slightly ajar.

Kupmat pushed it open.

What he saw infuriated him far more than the former sight of his mistress in shackles. Instead, she lay motionless against the body of her husband, both of them quite nude beneath pristine white sheets. Their hands were locked together between them, creating a perfectly lovely scene. To anyone but the imp, anyway..

Bottling his rage, Kupmat stepped forward. Vicailde's other hand was free, resting at the side of his head with it's fingers slightly curled like a dead spider. Beneath their eyelids, it looked as if his eyes were moving. Kupmat prayed that he was dreaming about the dark skinned woman beside him, and crawled carefuly on to the bed. Placing the stone in Vicailde's hand, the imp held his breath and climbed back down. He kept his gaze on the both of them, and took slow backwards steps out of the room. When he was safely behind the door, he closed it, and ran downstairs.

The manor was very large, and came with a few perks. One of which was the basement, which would be considered a palace to any imp. Running to the basement, he went inside and shut the door. Heating up a bit of fire in his little hands, the imp placed them on the locks and melted them shut. When he knew he was sufficiently trapped (save of course, if his mistress should summon him..), Kupmat took up the other stone and held it tightly.

In his mind's eye, he saw her. She smiled at him, and all was well.

[Vicailde]

Vicailde's dreams slowly faded from sight and he found himself in a gigantic version of his basement holding a stone in his thin, long, black fingers. He looked at his new body for a moment before sighing lightly.

"...hope the imp likes pain." He mutters to himself, hopping down the stairs after giving the door a good pull. He begins to pull himself up onto a desk and begins to stack the large books like a staircase to a small rectangular window close to the cieling, covered by a thick black curtain to block out the sun light.

~~~~

Frank rushed back onto the grounds of the manor, rushing towards Vicailde's now condensed spirit. His hooves thudding against the ground loudly as he leaps over the sun bathing succubuss and snorts at a few bushes that hid the small window.

~~~~

The imp blinked and looked towards the window.

"Yes, Frank. He switched my body. I kinda figured that out." Vicailde replied mentally to Frank's loud words which were flooding his mind. "Do me a favor and get into the house and make sure he doesn't... do anything. I'll work on freeing myself."

~~~~

Frank looked around and trotted over to the succubuss, biting it's wing and picking it up, tugging on it lightly.

[Ninorra]

Light flooded into Kupmat's eyes as he opened them, feeling a strange sensation washing over his body. His large muscular body. He gave a gasp of joy as he looked over himself, but an instant later, doubled over in pain.

It was burning. His body was burning endlessly, as if every vein, every blood vessel were on fire.

"Ha..aaahh...." He whimpered, holding his hands over his eyes, shaking uncontrollably.

Ninorra woke up to see Vicailde beside her, shaking madly. His skin broke out into a thick sweat, his silver hair matted down. "Vic?? What is it darling, what's wrong?"

The imp heard her voice, but moreso he heard her concern. Beyond the inferno inside of his skin, he felt her hand, and it was almost enough to ignore the ever present burning. "M.. mis.."

"What is it??" She asked, in a panic. "What are you trying to say??"

The imp whimpered again, something which was completely uncharicteristic of Vicailde. Without hesitation, he turned, and grabbed her hands, trying to fight away the pain. "I.. love you.." He gasped, skin slick and hot as he grasped her.

Ninorra's mouth floundered as she tried to understand what was happening. She'd never seen him look so terribly pitiful. Before she could respond, he leaned forward and kissed her. The warlock tried to block out the urge to drain mana, considering how pained he looked.

Kupmat could hardly contain his emotions. He kissed his mistress longingly, hands reaching for her long black hair as his limbs shook like dry leaves in an autumn wind.

~~~~

"Hey! Let me go, you brute!" Helnia cried as her wing was bitten by Frank. "Get your filthy mouth off of my wing!"

She allowed him to help her stand, now a darker lavander color than before, her nude body glistening with tanning oil.

"What in the world do you want??"

[Vicailde]

Frank began to lightly tug her backwards, his rear swaying back and forth as he did so, leading her towards the door of the manor.

~~~~

Vicailde's staircase was almost finished as he stretched for the window but was out of books. He was afraid to release the stone in his hand from what Frank had said but he had no idea how it worked.

He was out of books.

He looked around for something else to stack, grabbing a few spare engineering parts, his tiny thing fingers fondling with the metal lock of the window as he pushed the shades a side.

[Ninorra]

Helnia frowned as the horse dragged her, huffing angrilly. "Alright alright already! I'll open the bloody door!"

Shrugging her wing out of his mouth, she humphed! and walked to the front of the manor, her tail swaying alluringly.

"Stupid beast.. drag me, will you..."

Grabbing the handle, she pressed down on the latch to release the lock and opened wide the doors. Turning back to Frank, Helnia folded her arms in irritation.

"There. Satisfied?"

~~~~

Kupmat was overcome with everything. Pain, joy, despair, but more than anything the love he felt for his mistress. All of the emotions buried within his tiny imp's heart had unfolded ten times within this body, broken and aged as it was. He felt the strength of a Blood Knight within his muscles, and moving past the pain, he realized there was much he could do.

But that didn't matter, right now.

In his hands was his mistress, and she was kissing him. Him! Not her master, not the mage, but him. Kupmat. Her faithful servant, who delighted in dragging his fingers through her curls, sliding them down her shoulders, his skin becoming covered in goosebumps as he attempted to touch every single part of her.

Ninorra pulled away, looking slightly amused. Her cheeks were flushed with color. "Goodness, darling.. it's as if you've never touched me before."

Kupmat's lip trembled. "..every time f-feels like the first."

[Vicailde]

Frank's large tongue gave her face a long lap and he released a "gak" at the taste of the oils on her skin before shaking his head and nudging her into the house.

~~~~

Vicailde's hand's turned and the window unlocked he felt his weight fall, the tiny hands gripped around the lock as the books scattered away underneath him and he cursed loudly he swung for a moment before pressing his shoulder against the wall and painfully opening the window and sliding his fingers through the crack and gripping the bushes outside, beginining to pull himself upward.

"Cursed.. imp... needs to.. work out more." He grunted as his tiny muscles cried out from having to pull his full weight up. His head slide and then stuck into the window frame and he cursed loudly as he squirmed and tried to push himself farther.

[Ninorra]

Helnia would have cried out in anger, if she didn't suddenly realize how very strong and firm the horse's tongue was. Blinking several times, she blushed and smiled at Frank.

"Hm... you know.. maybe you're not such a terrible beast after all.." she crooned, walking inside of the house.

~~~~

Kupmat felt his face flush with pleasure as Ninorra stroked his face, her red eyes glancing over his body as she usually did. She stroked his sides, soft fingers tickling the imp's stolen body through the continuing burning which he realized, was not going away.

"Mm.. what a wonderful idea, to spend the rest of the day making love.." she whispered.

Kupmat felt his heart stop. Doing what? He swallowed hard, shaking a little. After all of his planning and fantisizing, he realized that he wasn't ready. He had no idea how to imitate her husband during that particular act, and for the most part, he had no idea how to please her either.. but still.. this could be his only chance.

"Would you like to, Vic?"

Vic. It wasn't his name. Kupmat's--, or rather, Vicailde's ears wilted in the sudden realization that even if he had her.. even if he could make love to the woman he adored.. she would never know. All he would have is memories of her, once again, crying out the name of the man she loved. And it wasn't him.

"..no," he surprised himself by saying. "I can't."

[Vicailde]

Frank snorted out his nose following her inside, deciding to ignore her comment... for now. He stomped the floor twice with a hoof and motioned his snout upward towards the doors of the master bedroom and he shook his head, releasing another snort before looking at the succubus with large questioning eyes.

~~~~

Vicailde's arms gave way and he panted lightly, unable to dislodge his large head from the small window. His arms suddenly jumped to life and he clawed at the ground, wiggling his body in a final attempt and suddenly found himself on his back. He gasped for air as his large eyes swam in his head and he stared up at the window, having just slid backwards out of it.

[Ninorra]

Helnia giggled.

"The mistess' bedroom? Oh what a naughty horse you are, Frank.."

She said his name with a hint of desire, walking up the stairs while making sure to swing her tail enough to both bring his attention to her rear and give him full view of it. Once she reached the master bedroom, she wrapped her fingers around the handle and wrenched the door open.

Ninorra looked at the open door and gasped in surprise that someone else was in the manor. Grabbing the white sheets, she covered herself as best she could, until she realized that it was Helnia who stood there.

"..Helnia?" She said with raised eyebrows. "What are you doing here?"

Kupmat looked at Helnia with large and imploring eyes. The succubus couldn't help but glance at his crotch. "Oh mistress.. no wonder you enjoy him so.."

[Vicailde]

Frank snorted and waited for the succubus to disappear from sight before trotting lightly to the door that lead to the basement and aiming his rear at it.


Vicailde stumbled and fell, sending the next pile of books scattering as the door shook as the horses' power legs pounded into them, sending a slight tremor throughout the house.


Frank snorted and adjusted before giving the door another powerful kick, the old hinges creaked in protest against the force.


Vicailde stumbled up and looked up to the stair, making sure to stand clear if the door were to become airborne.

"Brilliant, Frank.. Brilliant.. What? I don't care and don't know what her type is... Now isn't the time Frank!" Vicailde snapped mentally at his mount.

[Ninorra]

Ninorra looked at the desperate look in her husband's eyes, then at Helnia. She knew something was terribly wrong.

"Helnia, what is going on?" She demanded.

The succubus shrugged. "Beats me, mistress.. your master's horse grabbed me and made me come upstairs. I've no idea what he intended. I thought I did, but with you two in the room.. oh.. he is a very naughty horse, isn't he--"

"Helnia?" Vicailde/Kupmat croaked.

The succubus brought her attention to her mistress' naked husband. "Yes, sir?"

"..could.. could you find the imp.. and bring him here, please? He should be in the basement."

"The imp? Kupmat? What do you want with him, love?" Ninorra asked Vicailde, looking increasingly confused.

Kupmat sighed. "You'll see."

Helnia giggled and ran back downstairs. "Kupmat! The master wants to see you, Kupmat!"

[Vicailde]

The basement door creaked and then was ripped from it's hinges, crashing into the wall before tumbling down the stairs noisely. Vicailde rushed up the stairs with out hesitation shooting out a quick 'thanks' to Frank but ran right into Helnia's legs as he went to run up the stairs to the master bedroom.

"Out of my way." the imp snapped in urgency as he scrambled to stand and go up the stairs.

He burst into the bedroom, his small chest rising and falling.

"Don't you dare! Lay another hand on her!" the tiny voice cracked in anger as he glared at his own form on the bed, the imp's long nose flared angrily as hate poured from his eyes. His hand clenching the stone tightly in a fist.

[Ninorra]

Kupmat looked shamefully at the imp. Staring at his own body was slightly surreal, but he morbidly rose from the bed, unashamed of his own nudity (as imps didn't wear clothes), and picked up the other stone.

"I wasn't going to," Kupmat muttered. "She's yours. She doesn't want me, and she never will."

Ninorra looked back and forth between the imp and her husband, realizing at last with a sudden pang of shock that they had traded bodies. She placed a hand over her mouth in sudden embarassment. "Oh, Kupmat, you didn't! How could you??"

"For you, mistress," he answered simply. "..but it isn't what you want. It isn't what I want. I'm sorry."

~~~~

Helnia shrugged, and continued on her way downstairs. She caught sight of Frank, and smiled, sauntering over to the large animal. "So.. what's a nice stallion like you doing in a place like this?"

[Vicailde]

The imp's teeth continued to stay clenched as he spoke.

"Change. Us. Back." He practically growled at the body before him, the tiny fingers raising the stone. "Frank saw you leave Silvermoon with these. Use it."

[Ninorra]

"Sure, sure," the imp said, blinking Vicailde's eyes a few times. Tears were vivid within the fel green glow. "Just, we gotta think of the same thing. That's how they work."

He swallowed hard.

"I guess you were dreaming of her, when I put it in her hand. Think about her again, and.. and we'll be back to normal."

[Vicailde]

Vicailde attempted to shove away the thoughts of what he was going to do to the imp once he was back in his body and his eyes shifted to Ninorra. He closed his eyes trying to lock the image in his head and he held the stone tightly in his long thin fingers, muttering quietly to himself.

[Ninorra]

They were back within their bodies in an instant. Kupmat breathed a sigh of relief as the pain subsided. There was no more burning, just the overwhelming sense of loss as he realized that this was the way it would always be. Looking up at Ninorra and Vicailde, the imp lowered his head in submission.

"I'm sorry, mistress. Master. Please punish me."

[Vicailde]

Vicailde placed the stone down as quickly as possible and stormed over to the imp, ripping the stone from his hand.

"Punish." He said shakenly. "I'll do far more than punish you." His hand tightened around the rock a look of murder and hate swelling in his eyes, ignoring the fact that he was still completely nude.

[Ninorra]

Ninorra stood up, rushing over to both of them. "Wait wait! There's no need to hurt him!"

Putting her hand on Vicailde's wrist, she firmly held him, her red eyes flashing as she stared intently at her husband's enraged face.

"He's already suffered enough. Leave him to me. I'll deal with him myself."

Kupmat didn't raise his gaze. He stared sadly at the ground, fully aware that his actions were probably unatonable. "If it pleases you, mistress, I will dismiss myself to the other plane."

Ninorra nodded. "Wait there. I'll deal with you later."

In a moment, he was gone. Fire engulfed the imp's body, and all that were left was a tiny scorch mark on the floor.

[Vicailde]

Vicailde's anger slowly faded but he continued to pant roughly, glaring at the scorch mark before looking up to Ninorra.

"S... Suffered? I'm sure he had plenty to suffer over while laying in bed with you." His teeth remained tightly knit but began to subside and loosen. His lip twitched the anger slowly substained.

"...let's... go back to bed." He sighed lightly, deciding to deal with it later, as well.

[Ninorra]

"He didn't do anything, darling.." she said quietly, deciding that he didn't need to know about their brief kiss. "Actually, it seemed as if he was too guilty to go through with it. After.."

Ninorra looked over Vicailde, eyes drifting to the mana injector that had ben built into his arm.

"..after he stoped writhing in pain. Vicailde.. are you in pain, right now? Kupmat looked as if he was in agony."

[Vicailde]

"hrmm... nothing I can't handle." Vicailde shrugged the question aside, continuing to move to the bed and slowly sitting on the edge. "It's definately not something you should just jump in to..."

Vicailde scratched the back of his head, lightly.

"He seemed to get used to it, didn't he?"

[Ninorra]

"He was shaking, his whole body was sweating. He looked terrible.. you can't tell me that you're like that all the time?"

Ninorra sat beside him, eyeing the device.

"It's absolute masochism.."

[Vicailde]

"It's a sacrifice. Everyone makes them. It's either I deal with it or I die." Vicailde said flatly. "Can... we please change the subject." He rubs the back of his neck, fidgetingly.

[Ninorra]

Ninorra lowered her head in defeat. His tone meant that the more she pried, the further he would distance himself.. and after what just happened with her imp, the last thing she wanted was for him to be far away.

"I'm sorry.. I did not know."

Wrapping her arms around Vicailde, Ninorra drew him towards the bed, where she held herself close to him. Now that she had an understanding of the amount of pain he was in, she knew that this couldn't be left alone any longer. She had to find a way to change things.

It was time to contact Lovely.

[Vicailde]

Vicailde breathed slowly, staring up at the cieling as he wrapped an arm around her. His chest rose and fell slowly and his eyes couldn't help but to wander to the stone now laying still on the end table.

A wicked or selfish man would have used them in order to free himself from the torturing prison that was his body but... any children that Ninorra and himself shared.. would not be his.

He closed his eyes and allowed the pain to wash over him for a few moments in punishment for such thoughts.