Lass is Arme's, and Arme is Kaze'Aze's, and they all belong to Ntreev. Or SG Interactive, or whatever its called now. Oh well.
Glancing down at the sleeping magician beside him, he smiled. Somehow, she had grown on him. Not to say that he hadn't already liked her, of course, but she'd changed, changed so much, and for the first few months he had been so caught up in trying to escape he hadn't seen past anything.
He remembered the first time he escaped. Or well, tried to. After being beaten bloody by Kaze'Aze's guards, he had been thrown back to her. True enough, she had healed all his wounds and injuries, but given him another beating and a tongue-lashing to go with it.
"How could you, Lass, how could you? You should know better than to run away, didn't I care for you enough? Don't you care for me enough?" Arme cried as she healed him, "You can't leave me like this, I love you!"
Her magic had burned him. He seemed fine on the exterior, apart from the healing wounds. But within him it burned, and ached, a searing heat that tore through him for hours straight, though in reality it was barely a few minutes. Arme had simply straddled him as he lay on her bed suffering. There was a false calm around her, and she was gently stroking his face as he begged for her to stop. The crackle of her magic stung his cheek and wherever else she touched him, the only hint of her anger and disappointment at being betrayed.
Afterwards, when he had barely recovered from her punishment, she had chained him to her bed using pure strands of magic, the proceeded to ravish him thoroughly. All he could remember were hazy moments of pure, sexual torture as she teased and touched him, then… bliss.
She had apologized, after that, while they lay in bed, his arms around her. She had sobbed into his embrace, her guilt and innocence pouring out. What could he do but comfort her, and assure her that it was alright, no matter how not it had been?
And on top of that, a chain of magic still linked his wrist to the bed, but it was slack enough that he could wander round her – no, their – room in relative comfort, but no further. It was many weeks before she had consented to allow him out of her rooms, albeit only with her around.
Lass was pretty sure Arme had multiple personalities. First, there was power crazy and emotionless side of her. He'd seen that pretty often – during her training sessions, as well as the time when she single handedly took out the entire Chase. Though, that could have been because they had stolen him away and tried to 'rescue' him despite his protests so.
Then, she had the nymphomaniac side of her. She showed this side pretty often, using sex as a good way to relieve all her frustrations and anger. On him, of course. She was pretty damn kinky, not above using sex as a reward and punishment device above everything. Well, he couldn't say he didn't enjoy it…
There was also the over-possessive and insecure side of her. He had to constantly reassure her he wasn't going to run away and desert her, especially after his failed attempt years ago. She could get pretty nasty if he didn't do as she wished, and Lass was very wary of what she might do if he wasn't 'her good little boy'.
Finally, there was…
Arme shifted in her sleep, stirring. Lass looked down, gently patting down her hair.
"Good morning, my little lady," he whispered affectionately. The purple-haired magician blinked at him wearily, then smiled.
"I love you, Lass," she murmured, flashing a sleepy smile at him. Closing her eyes again, she clung and snuggled closer to Lass, falling back to sleep.
Sliding back down under the covers, Lass held Arme close to his chest. Her adorable and lovable side… Probably why he had stayed after all these years.
