Chains of lust
AN: Sorry for taking so long in releasing this second chapter, I didn't have the time needed to sit down and edit it these past week. It's here now, though, and I hope it's to your liking.
Two warnings I just want to point out before anything else, just to avoid making someone angry; Thresh in this chapter might be a little soft for everyone who expected a BDSM loving maniac - I just dislike writing him as such - and it's approximately 50% smut, so if that's not your thing I suggest you turn away at the halfway point if you still really want to read this. Thank you for all the reviews you guys have left, and now, without further delay, please enjoy the finale of this two-shot!
How many days had passed since her initial abduction Evaine didn't know anymore. Considering that she had no way to reliably find out how long she had been unconscious for when Thresh's chains had drained her of strength, and that the day and night cycle on the Shadow Isles was anything but comprehensible, one could easily understand her difficulty keeping track of the time, but the one thing that Evaine's mind busy enough for her to not even try to figure out the date was not what most people would expect.
Her mind, almost constantly during the past, what she had begun to refer to as 'Shadow-days', had been focused on one thing and one thing only;
Thresh, the chain warden.
Evaine still didn't know much about the reaper, especially not his past, but nevertheless she found herself fascinated yet increasingly vexed by the 'man'.
Since her abduction he had yet to lay a finger on her in a manner that could hurt her worse than temporary stinging, like when he had squeezed her shoulders after she had woken up from her unconscious state, and that alone was enough to make the deceiver confused. Thresh was known for many things in the stories detailing his exploits, some of them contradicting one another, but the most firmly held 'belief' about him was that he was a master of pain and torture, and that he loved doing both.
However, Evaine had yet to be a subject of either of these, even though Thresh himself referred to her as his pet at times. She knew that he did torture people, plenty of them in fact, she could hear their screams echoing throughout the fortress from time to time, but she remained untouched in such a manner.
In fact, the way Thresh treated and handled her was almost... affectionate. Intimate, even. Like she was a highly priced possession of his and he wanted to make sure she knew that he did hold feelings, maybe even love for her, it just wasn't romantic in nature. And, as much as it hurt her to say, or even think it, Evaine was starting to enjoy the attention. When Thresh lightly stroked her cheek with his bare hand, or toyed with her hair, or even just played around with the soul shackle binding her to him, the deceiver couldn't deny that she felt a rush of something deep within her—something nice.
She felt the same when he presented her with dresses too, or casually mentioned how beautiful she was. There was a rush, then a nice feeling of something akin to contentment, and then disgust at herself that she felt these things in the first place.
Because Evaine knew what Thresh was, and how twisted both his mind and personality was. If there was ever a word to describe him it would be sinister. He took pleasure in others' suffering, destroyed people both mentally, physically, and emotionally, had killed and tortured hundreds, most likely thousands of people during his many years walking Runeterra… and yet Evaine couldn't help but begin to feel something for him.
She wasn't sure what it was exactly, but she knew it wasn't normal in any sense of the word. That Thresh, in his humanoid guise at least, was very appealing to look at and that she was attracted to his appearance was not something the deceiver could, or wanted to deny, but, unfortunately, it went deeper than that.
The Thresh that Evaine had seen so far in his interactions with her was certainly still far from a 'good' person, or undead, but he had been treating her well during her stay with him... as his pet. He fed her well, provided her with things such as clothes and a place where she could reside comfortably, protected her from any and all other residents of the Shadow Isles, and she was almost always able to catch his attention if she needed to, provided she, as Thresh himself said; behaved and watched her manners.
One instance in particular stood out to her. It had been when the woman Evaine knew as Elise, the spider queen, had come by one day and Thresh had gone out to meet with her, leaving the deceiver to watch them from one of the windows overlooking Thresh's fortress' courtyard. There had been many harsh words exchanged between the two, or that was what Evaine had been able to gather from watching their body language, ending with the spider stalking of in an obviously enraged state and Thresh in mood far more serious than was usual of him. However, the thing that made the event special to Evaine had happened in the middle of their conversation;
Elise had been gesturing wildly for a while after her apparent attempt to seduce the warden had failed, and in the middle of her ranting she had aggressively pointed a black and red, chitinous hand towards the deceiver's position in the window, her voice having risen to the point where even Evaine had been able to make out what she said.
"Why are you protecting a pathetic mortal bitch like her!? We should just kill her and be done with it!" That's what the spider queen had shouted, and it was Thresh's response to those words that Evaine remembered clear as day.
He had grabbed the offending arm pointed towards her and roughly caught Elise's chin in his grasp, not unlike what he had done to Evaine herself when she had first arrived, and even though his voice had been low, quiet, and yet still immensely dangerous, something had made the deceiver able to hear every word clearly.
"Why I choose to do something is none of your concern, Elise. Those who reside within the walls of my fortress belong to me and me alone, and I will not allow you or anyone else to touch them. Especially not her... have I made myself clear?"
Thresh had protected her. And Evaine had hear every word of it...
Aside from that, though, there was the touching, and the way he referred to her as 'My dear' or 'My dearest Evaine'...
In the end, all the things Thresh did towards her, and, more importantly, the things he didn't do only left Evaine more confused with every day that passed, regardless of whether or not she could keep track of those days. She was confused about her own feelings, the spectre's feelings towards her, and finally about what was happening back in Noxus. Had they begun assuming that she was dead and that's why she hadn't reported in, or where they actually trying to rescue her from this living nightmare that was keeping her as his pet and she was having so many conflicting emotions about?
With a deep sigh, as she sunk down further into the still unfathomably soft bed Thresh had declared was hers, Evaine decided to not think about it. Or at least not for now. She'd agonized over her own feelings enough for quite a while, and now she could also feel a tug in both the enchanted 'collar' around her neck and her insides, meaning that Thresh was making his way closer and closer towards her room.
Sure enough, a mere minute later, the heavy, wooden door to her room was easily pushed open and the pale man Evaine had come to almost refer to as master stepped through the doorway, the deceiver easily noticing that there was something different about him today.
For one, the spectre wasn't wearing his fearsome looking gauntlets at the moment and, aside from his seemingly permanent, skull laden coat, the rest of his attire looked to be more casual than usual. All in all, Evaine thought he looked far more human then she could ever recall seeing him.
"Evaine," he greeted her simply, the deceiver not even blinking at how minimalistic his greeting was, having become used to them long ago.
"Thresh," she replied back, sitting up on her bed and throwing her legs over the side of it, unconsciously letting her hands wander down to correct any wrinkles in the fabric of her dress.
Where usually there was silence after their greetings as he thought about something or other, there was none today, another thing that Evaine couldn't help think was odd, Thresh speaking up again as soon as he had closed the door behind him.
"There's no need to hide your turmoil, my dear, I can feel it radiating off your soul a mile away. Putting on a farce such as this is just a waste of time and energy."
Evaine's eyes widened in surprise and confusion as she watched the reaper wander across her room until he was standing right in front of her, gazing down upon her form with his piercing emerald eyes.
"W-what? What are you talking about, Thresh?"
Thresh merely lifted an eyebrow before scoffing lightly and kneeling down so that he was on almost equal eye level with her, their faces mere inches apart.
"Evaine..." the simple sound of her name being breathed out by the spectre made shivers of mixed delight and terror crawl up Evaine's spine, but she made no effort to move away from him. Not this time. "The shackle I've placed on your soul... I know you must have figured out it does more than just let me find you and give you an alert as to when I'm coming..."
His words were true, she had been certain there was something more to the spectral chain 'attached' to her very core than just a simple leash.
"I've told you many times, my dear, that a soul cannot lie or keep anything hidden from the one who is reading it, and I've been able to read yours perfectly ever since I bound you to me..."
Evaine was speechless.
"Your thoughts, your emotions, even your dreams. I've been able to watch all of it. That's what I mean when I say that you shouldn't hide your turmoil, because it's pointless."
"M-my thoughts...? Emotions...?" The deceiver stammered out with a weak voice, feeling cold dread fill every vein within her. She'd heard about mind-readers all the time through her spy-network, but she had always dismissed it as pointless leads. She didn't believe in the art of mind-reading or mind-control, or at least she hadn't. Until now.
"Indeed, but do not worry, my dear, I haven't looked through every thought you've had since I placed the shackle, I've merely had the chance to do so." Thresh spoke with a calm, level tone, one that Evaine had rarely before heard him use. There was no condescending bite or sinister undertone to it, he was speaking like a completely normal human being.
And that, to her, was the most disturbing part of all of this.
"Believe it or not, I do not wish to read everything about you off of what your soul tells me. I find it far more interesting and enjoyable to have you, my dear Evaine, tell me what I want to know instead. So, please, stop hiding your emotions and tell me what you're feeling." As he spoke, Thresh brought one of his hands up to her face, and, for once, Evaine didn't shy away from the touch.
She was still unnerved thanks to his very unusual and, for Thresh, strange behavior, but the spectre's fingers weren't nearly as cold or dead as they usually were, and the way he almost tenderly stroked her cheek with them, Evaine thought it actually felt nice...
'I really am losing my mind...'
It took a while for the deceiver to find her tongue and regain the ability of speech, but when she finally did, her voice was no longer that of Leblanc. It was her voice. Evaine's. Because she knew hiding was completely pointless now. Thresh had outplayed her. She had no clones he couldn't methodically rip apart until the real her was found, no fancy theatrics that he couldn't wave off with a passing glance, and no secret identities he couldn't see through with those emerald scythe-blades he called eyes.
Against Thresh, Evaine knew she was absolutely powerless, and she knew that he was completely aware of this fact too. Which was why she felt so confused about just what it was he was doing to her, and about how her feelings were being affected. What was he waiting for? Why hadn't he tortured her to madness yet? Why was he acting like he cared about her? Why did he have to make her all her feelings become so convoluted when it came to how she felt about him!?
A lone tear began to run down Evaine's cheek in the silence that reigned between her and Thresh, an amalgamation of her emotional breaking, but before it could even reach halfway down to her chin, it was wiped away by an ashen finger.
"W-what... are you doing to me, Thresh...? Why haven't you turned me into another husk of a person... like you have done with everyone else...?" The deceiver practically croaked out as her head fell down against her chest and her amber gaze was met with nothing but the wardens lap.
The sight of Evaine breaking down before him made what remained of Thresh's black, rock-hard, frozen heart feel something akin to satisfaction. This was what he had striven for ever since he had taken her into his care, or at least the beginning of it. There were still some things he was going to do to her to completely cement his victory.
"My dear, there are two answers to that question, one of which is far too long to be explained right here and now, so I'm going to give you the more simple one; you're an amazing woman, and you're very interesting to me. Like I've told you before. I've never wanted to touch a hair on your head, because that, in my eyes, would have ruined what an absolute piece of art you are. Your skills, your beauty, your legacy, even your personality; I consider all of it- all of you—magnificent. Your soul is a radiant star that would kill me a little to have to extinguish, even compared to others in my collection. You are very special to me, Evaine, simple as that." He explained honestly, merely choosing to leave out some details rather than outright lying.
Hell, he might even add those details if Evaine asked the right questions.
What could almost be considered a sob passed through Evaine's body as she slumped further forward against the warden, her forehead landing on his shoulder as she shook lightly. She had been expecting many answers, most of them twisted and wicked beyond human imagining, but never had she foreseen a response like this. Thresh had, to her, felt heartfelt while he spoke, and she honestly believed what he had told her. She just had no idea how to process it.
If she relied on her feelings right now, Evaine didn't know what would happen, and she would go against every rule the Black Rose had upheld since its inception. However, she also knew it was hopeless to try and hide anything from Thresh anymore. He could read her like an open book, even without the soul shackle, and he was far too observant and intelligent for her, in her broken state, to even try to slip a lie past him.
And, thusly, Evaine threw caution to the wind, and opened the floodgates, so to speak. The floodgates to her soul and heart.
"You're nothing like the tales people have told me, Thresh... that's what scares me most about you, honestly. I have no idea what or who you really are. You're an enigma on a scale that I can't even hope to touch or even begin to fathom. People have said you're a monster, but to me you have been anything but. You're far beyond anything sane, but you've still never hurt me... you've... cared for me... and now-... and now you're telling me I'm special to you..." more tears ran down Evaine's pale cheeks as she spoke, tears of frustration and confusion. And of terror.
She didn't know what she was going to do. Thresh just did things to her that left her unable to understand even herself. And that still scared her. Because if she couldn't control herself, her emotions, then she could do something that would ruin everything she had built up during her years as the leader of the Black Rose.
"I told you to stop hiding your turmoil, my dear. I want to know what it is that's bothering you. What you've told me is only the surface, I can tell, so don't hold back. Tell me everything. Please?" Thresh's voice cut through the chaos reigning within her mind like the blade of his scythe, and Evaine finally lifted her head to meet his gaze. They were so close now, she couldn't help but note, and she could take in every single detail on Thresh's handsome face.
A ragged breath entered the deceiver's lungs as she gathered up what remained of her sanity for what she was about to say. "I-... I can't explain it... not with words... I can only show you..."
In a heartbeat, Evaine threw the gathered sanity she had out the window, closing the distance between her and Thresh, her eyes closing before she could see the small, yet downright victorious smirk on the reaper's lips. Then they were kissing.
It wasn't deep or sensual, and Thresh didn't do much in the way of retaliation at first, content with letting Evaine pour her emotions and frustrated confusion into this impulsive act. Her lips were as soft as her skin, maybe even softer, and the warden could feel the turmoil that had been building within his ward for what had to have been weeks being released into their kiss. His plan had succeeded, it seemed. Evaine was his.
A soft sigh left Evaine's lips as she pushed them against Thresh's own with a miniscule amount of increased force. Kissing the spectre felt far more freeing than she had expected at first, but she was in no way complaining as the agitation from having been unable to understand just what her feelings had been telling her for so long was finally beginning to slowly but surely vanish. Her hands wandered up his strong, thick arms until one rested squarely on his broad shoulders and the other landed on his neck, not even the thick material of his coat being able to hide the outlines of Thresh's muscles from her expert touch.
She knew it was wrong, that Thresh was a murderer and an absolute psychopath, but the same could be said for her, in all honesty. True, her kill-count might not be as high as his, but she had also been around for far less time than the spectre, and while he tortured for fun, she did it to gain information, but she really couldn't deny she found some sick enjoyment enjoyment from making people squeal. They were both horrible people that found joy in others' suffering, in one way or another, so, in a sick way, Evaine almost felt that this was right in the end.
Thresh's hands landed on her side and on her hip as their kiss grew more passionate. No longer was their lips merely touching softly, now they were starting to push harder and harder against the other, though Evaine still remained in the lead, so to speak, or at least for now. She deftly ran her nimble tongue along the warden's lips, 'asking' to continue in a way that almost felt foreign to her. When she had kissed people in the past, whether it be politicians, generals, diplomats, or even assassins, she never asked permission like this. Her partner was usually too lost in the moment to even think about denying her at this point, but Thresh was far different than anyone or anything she had dealt with before. And this kiss was also one that was different than any she had shared with others in the past.
The warden's lips separated and allowed the deceiver entrance without hesitation, and Evaine did not hesitate either, almost eagerly meeting Thresh's tongue with hers, taking in his taste for the first time as the hand she had previously laid on his shoulder moved upward until she could gently tangle her fingers in the coarse yet somehow soft, pale hair he kept on his head. A moan escaped her, but it wasn't involuntary for once. Thresh's taste and the feel of his tongue practically dancing with hers was utterly unique to Evaine–it was as if the blazing, green flames usually encompassing his skull-mask had a taste of their own.
The distinct taste of metal mixed with something different and wonderfully exotic.
Evaine found it almost addictive.
Thresh too found himself enjoying the deceiver's soft, supple lips and smooth, agile tongue, her distinctly alive warmth bringing back memories of his years as a human just like her, but he chose to not dwell on them lest he stop paying attention to the mage in his grasp. He was just getting started after all. Evaine was already his, from what he could see, but Thresh still wanted to make sure she knew what he could provide her with if she too understood this–understood her position.
With a quiet, surprised noise from the deceiver herself, Thresh broke their kiss momentarily, letting Evaine take a breath she hadn't actually noticed she was in desperate need of, before he fixed her with a single look from those unreal eyes of his.
"Was that really so hard, my dear? Wouldn't it have been easier for you if you had just done this when your conflict started?" He inquired with that dangerously smooth voice of his, humor evident in every syllable that rolled of his silver tongue.
Evaine wanted to argue against it—or at least her more prideful side wanted to–but she didn't. Instead, she just closed her eyes once more and leaned in for another kiss, feeling both relief and a spark of pleasant tingling shoot up her spine when Thresh met her halfway. His tongue entered her mouth right away this time, and Evaine sighed at the sensation.
A small, quiet moan escaped her when she felt the spectre's hands wander up her satin clad sides, his touch more gentle than she might have ever expected from him. When he reached just below her armpits, Thresh stopped the kiss just like before, and Evaine couldn't help let a mewl of disappointment depart from her lungs, her eyes practically pleading when he looked up at him.
The spectre chuckled lightly at her distraught visage, rising up to his full height before the deceiver. He was very glad he'd been able to coax this behavior out of the normally proud Noxian, she looked far more beautiful when she wasn't gazing at him with fear or disgust in his humble opinion.
"What's wrong, Evaine? Do you not wish for me to stop? If that's not the case, I'm afraid I'm going to have to hear you say it..." realization flashed within the honeyed orbs of the deceiver, and Thresh could tell that she knew what he wanted from her. Now, all that was left to see was whether or not she could 'forsake' her pride as much as he desired.
Golden brown met shining emerald in a moment of absolute quiet, not even the usual sounds of the Isles themselves breaking it, and Evaine bit her lower lip lightly as her mind fought a desperate battle with her heart and body. She wanted Thresh to keep going, wanted to kiss him for as long as she could, wanted him to do more things to her, but to receive it, she would have to do something that her prideful nature vehemently refused;
Beg.
Thresh wanted her to beg, and if it meant that his touch was on her, Evaine felt herself accede to his demands. Only her mind remained against the idea, what little was left of her pride and sanity trying desperately to keep her from submitting fully to what she knew was an absolute monster, however, thanks to the spectre's work, it wouldn't be able to fight against her desires or emotions.
With a shaky breath, Evaine's lips parted, the struggle in her body becoming more and more hopeless, until, finally, her heart, body, and soul attained victory, any remaining shred of sanity seemingly leaving her completely.
"Please, Thresh... please don't stop..."
The reaper in question could only do one thing at her desperate request; grin in satisfaction.
"I need this... I... I need you... please..."
"Very well, my dear," he whispered as his heavy coat fell from his broad shoulders, landing on the carpeted floor of her room with a slight clinging of the skulls and chains mounted on it, "I won't stop. I'm in no position to deny someone as special you, after all."
With slow movements, Thresh closed the small gap between himself and the bed on which Evaine sat, her expression quickly shifting into one filled with something akin to hope when he placed one of his hands squarely on her chest and gently pushed her back against the soft covers, towering over her form while his eyes roamed all over her like so many times before. After the smallest of moments, he leaned down and touched his lips softly against hers, but it was only for a second before he deepened the kiss and his hands took the place of his eyes in roaming all over her body.
From her sides, to her stomach, down to her thighs and legs, and then up to her chest, Thresh's hands wandered, and Evaine wouldn't deny that the warden certainly knew what he was doing. There was no hesitation in his actions, no form of uncertainty, and she could feel the confidence practically oozing from every pour of his body. He was in full control now, both of the moment and of her, and both he and Evaine knew it.
A louder moan then before passed through her lips as one of Thresh's dextrous hands found her breasts and he didn't waste any time before his palm was gently laid over the malleable flesh, the hand's twin having ascended to her cheek.
But then the warden stopped his ministrations, and Evaine's eyes opened in confusion. She was immediately met with Thresh's green gaze, something clearly shining within his eyes, and she had a mere moment to prepare before her world shifted faster than she could register and instead of being laid out on her bed, she was sitting on Thresh's lap with his chest against her back. The deceiver was just about to exclaim her surprise when her breath was taken from her thanks to the warden's hands finding her breasts again, quickly picking up where he'd left off.
Evaine couldn't help the gasp that departed her lungs at the sensation of having her chest fondled with such precise care. Her flings with diplomats or the like, whether they be for simple pleasure or information, never felt like this. Thresh's movements were slow and calculated, his mind still very much controlling every single action he made–the polar opposite to the drunken or merely lustful fumbling her partners usually exercised. However, she couldn't deny that this felt many times better than she could have imagined.
"There's no need to be quiet, my dear. I can assure you, not a soul will pay it any mind. The only one who will hear it will be me." Thresh whispered against the deceiver's exposed neck while his fingers began to nimbly untie the strings keeping the dark blue corset she was wearing around her upper body. It had been some time since he heard exclamations of pleasure thanks to his actions, and he believed Evaine's voice could put anything the widowmaker or spider queen could offer to shame.
Evaine herself chose not to answer Thresh with words, letting out a low, quiet moan instead. It seemed to be enough to appease the spectre for now, his chuckle against her ear causing shivers of delight to crawl like thousands of small spiders through all of her limbs. She let out another moan, quiet like the last, when Thresh released her from her corsetted confines and his hands began to grope at her now substantially freer chest again, but now with more fervor.
The warden could tell Evaine was beginning to grow aroused, the hardened nubs sticking against his palms being the most obvious sign, noticeable even through her undergarments as he massaged her sizable mounds, and that made him smile. Still with the smirk upon his lips, Thresh began kissing and nipping at the delectable flesh that was the deceiver's neck and shoulders, savoring her taste when his tongue too joined in.
The mild saltiness from her light amount of sweat joined together with a sweet, almost floral aroma to create a flavor that Thresh found most desirable, and it was with some dissatisfaction that he removed his face from Evaine's neck. It was necessary, however, for him to lean back and bring his hands around the mage's torso so that he may continue in his efforts to undress her.
The small clasps on Evaine's back keeping her lovely dress together were dealt with in seconds thanks to the many, many years of experience working with finicky things that Thresh possessed, but when the upper part of the dress began to fall from her spotless shoulders, the warden was met with a surprise.
"Heh, I am surprised I failed to notice your lack of a brassiere, my dear. Your chest truly is shapely for it to stay as luscious as is without the aid of undergarments." Thresh laughed as he took in the sight of Evaine's absolutely gorgeous, bared back.
Evaine felt her cheeks redden slightly at his comments as a shiver rocked her body from the chilled air hitting her now exposed torso, even though she took them as compliments. Something about Thresh's way of speaking, along with alluring voice, made her feel more vulnerable than before. Though now it was in a good way.
"With the corset on I figured I wouldn't need it, I had not planned on... well, this happening today." She said evenly for the first time in what felt like an eternity.
"True enough, I suppose," Thresh replied, still evidently enjoying this revelation of sorts, "But it does make me wonder if your nether half shares this bare nature."
Evaine chose not respond to that, a very small blush covering her pale cheeks, focusing on the feeling of Thresh's fingers running along her skin instead. For an undead, she couldn't help but think his touch was very warm, not like what she had felt when he had first touched her with his gauntlets still on. It felt... nice. Her eyes closed slowly as she leaned back against the warden's strong chest, feeling it reverberate slightly against her back as he chuckled. His hands wandered down her sides to her waist, and then up again until they both landed on her uncovered breasts.
A sigh left Evaine's lips as Thresh began to massage her breasts again, the feeling of pleasure it provided heightened now that there was nothing between his hands her her skin. Her lightly salmon colored nipples were already hardened even before Thresh had rid her of the upper half of her dress, and she could tell they were pushing into his palms as he groped her. This was far gentler than anything she had expected from him, but she was far from complaining.
There was almost complete silence in the room as Thresh gently kneaded and pulled on the soft, malleable orbs on Evaine's chest, the only thing breaking the quiet being her small sounds of pleasure when he did something that felt especially good. Like when he brought his fingers to push down on her erect nipples, toying with them.
To Evaine, it felt glorious, and she was just about to speak up about that fact when Thresh spoke up.
"I think it's about time we see whether I was right or not, wouldn't you agree, my dear?"
Evaine didn't have the chance to reply back to the reaper before her body was suddenly lifted upward thanks to a pair of spectral chains wrapping around her wrists, and her dress fell completely with a small amount of help from Thresh over her wide hips. She wanted to protest against the restraints put on her body, though she could feel they weren't sapping her energy like the last time, but when she opened her mouth to speak she was abruptly silenced by Thresh putting his hand on her stomach as he now stood behind her rather than sitting.
He hummed in thought as he looked down at the, in his mind, artistic perfection that was Evaine's body, his head hovering just above her shoulder. His mere touch made lightning burn beneath the deceiver's skin in a pleasurable way that was foreign to her. She had never been treated like she was this delicate before. Her breathing picked up as Thresh's hand slowly descended, making its way over her lightly defined abdominal muscles, while his other hand cupped one of her breasts once more.
Fingers that felt like they were now made from fire and ice itself closed around one of her inviting nipples, lightly pinching the peak in such a way that a moan was released from her lips, and Evaine still knew things were just getting started. Hopefully. She didn't put past it for Thresh to torture her by working her up like this and then just abandoning her, but she desperately wished that that would not be the case.
"Thresh..." she moaned once more, as the spectre's hand not playing with her nipple descended even further down–over the garters holding her stockings in place—until his fingers rested right at her core, the dampened state of her panties showing off her arousal far more than her nipples could.
"Yes, my dear? What is it? Do you wish for me to stop now...?" Thresh asked her as he let go off her nipple to take the entirety of her soft breast in his hand, groping and massaging it with care almost unbefitting of him. At least in the eyes of most.
"No!" Evaine almost yelled, the prospect of Thresh removing his hands from her sounding like a fate worse than being stuck in the flames of his lantern at this moment. "Please... keep going, I want more... please give me more, Thresh..." she pleaded, hoping that her desperate tone would be enough to sway the spectre to keep going.
Thankfully, it seemed that it was, the hand on her panties starting to move again in tandem with the one of on her breast. First it was just gentle strokes against her clothed slit, but the jolts of pleasure the action caused still made Evaine moan, trying to lean into Thresh's touch even more, though the chains around her wrists made this a fruitless effort.
"My oh my, the illustrious spymistress of Noxus practically begging for a humble reaper like me to keep touching her. That sure is a rare sight, wouldn't you say, my dear Evaine?" Thresh almost cackled from behind her, his breath ghosting over the delicate skin he had been kissing not long ago.
Evaine didn't try to hide or even resist the shudder that went through her this time, the alluring tone Thresh possessed feeling like it was caressing her eardrums directly. That, along with the slight chill his breath provided, would never fail to make her shiver, she suspected.
She wanted to answer him, but her chance to do so was taken away as her world was twisted and turned again. And then there was blackness.
Something was covering her eyes, Evaine could tell as she was laid out on her back on her bed again, but just what it was she had no idea. She suspected it was some sort of cloth considering how smooth it was against her skin, but she had no way of verifying that since, as she quickly discovered, her wrists were still restrained by Thresh's chains.
"Thresh? What are you doing...?" She asked, almost worriedly. She wouldn't deny the situation she was in turned her on, but there was still the matter of just who she was at the mercy of. Whether she wanted it or not, and despite what he had done for her during the time she had been with him and what he had been doing up until this point, Evaine was still scared of Thresh. Especially when she couldn't see what he was doing.
Right now he was providing her with pleasure, but there was still a nagging suspicion within the deceiver's mind that he might snap at a moments notice and her days among the living would be cut painfully short.
The sound of Thresh's laughter met Evaine's ears moments after her question had left her lips, and then she could feel the warden's chilled breath against her neck.
"You really are quite nosy, my dear, has anyone ever told you that? Aside from myself, of course. You don't like to just lay back and accepting something," Thresh whispered gently right up against one of her ears, his hands moving down her sides at a painfully slow pace. Evaine wanted to answer, she really did, but her usually silver laden tongue got caught in her throat the moment the warden's fingers hooked beneath the hem of her increasingly wet, lace panties.
This whole scenario was new to her. She had no idea just what Thresh was planning, and she knew any attempt to read him would only result in more confusion for her. He had absolute control right now, both physically and mentally, and Evaine had no way of changing that. Though... it wasn't like she was really desperate to change that. It was very rare that the people she shared a bed with, aside from Talon or Darius, actually took charge. She was almost always on top in one way or another, but not this time. Not with Thresh. Now she was beneath him–beneath his touch–and Evaine liked the thrill of excitement that the feeling of being at someone's mercy forged.
She was scared, yet excited. She wanted him, needed him, yet she couldn't avoid the trickle of fear down her spine.
Just as slowly as his hands had traversed her sides before, Thresh tugged on her panties, pulling them downwards inch by tantalizing inch, only to halt once he reached the clips that connected her garter belt to her stockings. Blind as she was, Evaine could only listen and feel as the warden undid these clasps, swiftly ridding her of the garter belt entirely, before moving back to her panties. The slightly chilled air of the room meeting her now exposed sex made goosebumps rise on the her fair skin, the slow pace at wish Thresh was undressing her feeling like a new form of torture entirely. She wanted to grind her legs together, to move her hands down and relive some of the built up tension within her body, but she didn't dare do it. She didn't want Thresh to stop, and she was afraid that pleasuring herself rather than letting him provide her with pleasure would cause this to happen.
After far too long, at least to her, Evaine felt her panties being removed from around her legs and feet entirely, and she hoped that this would mean that Thresh would finally tend to now blazing fire he had created inside her. She was naked before him now, completely bared except for her stockings and collar, but it seemed the warden wasn't done teasing her just yet.
His hands wandered up her legs to the edge of her stockings and carefully pulled them down too, his fingers' gentle brushes against her skin leaving trails of what felt like magma to the deceiver from how hot it made her feel in their wake. Thresh was enjoying this, Evaine could tell. He was enjoying playing with her like just another one of his torture victims, even if this torture was far from painful, but she had never expected any less. And it wasn't like she didn't enjoy this too. She was just impatient and thought Thresh was taking a little too long pulling down her stockings, the time he spent admiring her long, toned legs being wasted in her opinion when he could be providing her with some real pleasure.
"Impatient as always, aren't we, Evaine?" Thresh sighed over-dramatically as he finally removed the thin, black, lace traced nylon previously covering her legs, and Evaine almost groaned at the sarcasm practically dripping from his words. Had the warden been someone else, someone like Talon or his sister Katarina for example, and had she not been restrained and blinded, Evaine would have smacked them upside the head for merely using such a tone, but right now that was absolutely unthinkable.
In the end, any smartass reply or quip Evaine could have responded with had this been a normal situation was thrown out, the sound emerging from her throat as she writhed instinctively within her confines being nowhere close to what one would expect from the proud Noxian;
It was a whine. A whine of desperation.
Right now, Evaine knew she needed Thresh. He had throttled the fire in her loins to such a degree that she couldn't control her urges anymore. She needed release, and Thresh was the only one around for miles that could give it to her.
"It wouldn't do for me to leave a subject so special to me in such a tortured state, would it now? It seems I'll just have to provide you with the pleasure for which you so desperately seek, does it not, my dear? I want you to be satisfied after all..." Thresh whispered against the skin of the deceiver's toned stomach, Evaine herself practically quivering beneath his touch now, her body settling down as best it could.
The slow pace in which he had undressed the deceiver had given Thresh plenty of time to just take in the breathtaking beauty of her naked form, so he didn't bother letting his eyes roam over her now, he had already done do plenty. He'd seen all of Evaine now. Her toned, long legs, her luscious, strong thighs, her wide hips, her smooth, unmarred skin, her large, firm breasts, and her gorgeous face twisted in deprived want. He'd seen it all and he'd enjoyed it all. Especially the smaller details. Those he particularly loved. Like the neatly trimmed, purple-ish black hair that rested just above her sex. Thresh hadn't expected Evaine to be someone who cared for their pubic hair, he had thought she would have been shaved clean, but he was certainly not complaining. It broke up the otherwise seemingly endless, pale expanse of unmarred skin on display in a way that he found most aesthetically pleasing.
But now, Thresh had more important matters than just admiring the deceiver's body he needed to attend to.
From her toned stomach, the reaper kissed and nipped his way southward, moving lower and lower down Evaine's aching body, over the small tuft of purple-ish hair covering her pubic mound, reaching the place where her fire burned the hottest after a time that felt like an eternity. Thresh had to suppress the urge to chuckle once he finally laid eyes on Evaine's now soaked slit, the juices practically streaming from between her folds being anything but discreet. She was turned on, very much so, and he loved seeing her in such a broken, almost begging state.
Evaine Leblanc; leader of the Black Rose, famed spymistress of Noxus, holder of the new Leblanc identity and name, and one of the most beautiful and exalted women Thresh had had the pleasure of looking at, was now completely at his mercy. If he stopped now, denied her the pleasure her mind and body needed, then there was no telling what he could make her do in exchange for giving her release.
'The possibilities are almost limitless...' he thought with a dark, mental cackle, any pour soul within miles of his fortress suddenly fleeing in the opposite direction. However, Thresh didn't do that. He could very easily do it, but he didn't want to. Not right now. Destroying Evaine's mind completely through this special kind of torture alone would leave her in such a state that he wouldn't be able to play with her like this. He might not even be able to talk to her if he overestimated what her mind could handle.
Of course, Thresh liked torture, loved it even, breaking minds and souls was one of his favorite pastimes, but making Evaine another broken thrall when she provided so much entertainment in his unlife did not sound appealing to him. She was such a unique specimen, and her mind was such an interesting one. To take all her identity away, like so many of his souls... it would be a shame in Thresh's eyes.
So, instead, the warden looked up at Evaine's stunning features, made even more beautiful to him thanks to how they had twisted in anticipation and pleasure, and smiled. Her breaking could come another day.
Evaine gasped as she suddenly felt something run along the length of her sensitive sex and when the motion repeated itself moans followed. Up and down Thresh rubbed her slit, every movement causing pure euphoria to erupt within her mind after waiting for so long.
"O-oh yes...!" She whimpered quietly, pushing her hips against the warden's touch. For now, it seemed he wouldn't toy with her, or at least so Evaine hoped.
Thresh smiled at the sounds of pleasure emerging from the deceiver, enjoying it far more than the tortured screams of his souls at the moment, and, to reward her for providing such wonderful sounds, he deftly pushed two of his fingers into her, meeting her bucking hips.
Evaine couldn't stop her mouth from falling open and her back from arching when Thresh's fingers began to pump into her, making her entire being feel as if it was being shocked by thousands of volts of electricity. His pace was slow at first but quickly increased in speed, the thrusting of her hips against his fingers only digging them deeper and deeper inside her. It wasn't much, and Evaine had certainly been subjected to more elaborate sex before, but thanks to Thresh's teasing and the feelings bubbling within her, any pleasure she felt was seemingly multiplied thousandfold, or at least that was how Evaine experienced it.
Then Thresh curled his fingers upwards, and the sudden spike of pleasure made the deceiver realize something; she wouldn't last long. Couldn't last long. At all.
With a loud moan, far louder than any of her previous ones, Evaine came, her a multitude of colors and sensations exploding within her mind until everything went completely white for a moment, the only thing keeping her anchored to this world being Thresh's satisfied chuckle at her obvious bliss. Her pleasure was only extended thanks to him never stopping his fingers' pumping, though his pace slowed down slightly and his fingers uncurled.
Her body spasmed slightly and her back arched even further, making her breasts bounce enticingly, but once the initial explosion of euphoria had happened, Evaine felt herself relax as she came down from her orgasm. She was still aflame on the inside, a new inferno building with the warden's help, but her release had been obtained. And Evaine was happy with that.
Though... not satisfied. A fact that became apparent when Thresh finally pulled his fingers out of her dripping folds, the sound of sucking following soon afterward, the implication of which took Evaine a moment to figure out. Very few of her partners had done so in the past after all, including the women.
"D-did you really just...?" She breathed out almost tiredly, lifting her head to 'look' down on the warden despite still being blindfolded.
Thresh just chuckled at her and reached up with his dry hand to caress her cheek, Evaine melting in to his touch as soon as she felt it on her skin, certainly a far cry from how she had reacted when she had first been brought to him. "It seemed like such a waste, don't you think? You're certainly not bad tasting after all."
Now it was Evaine's turn to chuckle, feeling slightly disappointed when Thresh's touch left, though when she felt her blindfold being undone she forgot about the 'loss'. She looked down at him properly this time, honeyed eyes clouded by lust meeting ever striking emerald ones, and a smile made its way onto her face, one complementing Thresh's own smirk. Her wrist remained bound, however.
As Evaine looked down, she couldn't help but notice just how sweaty she now looked, a light, glistening sheen covering her person, like she had been doing one of her normal workout routines or taken part in a far more energetic sexual encounter. It didn't seem to bother Thresh, though, so she chose ignore it for now. She had more pressing matters to attend to at the moment after all.
She expected Thresh to either undo the chains around her wrists completely or move them to let her change position so that she could repay the favor he had done for her, the act of servicing him obviously being quite difficult to do in her position, but Evaine was surprised to find out that none of that happened. Thresh merely stayed between her legs, his hands massaging her strong thighs while he was seemingly waiting for something. The deceiver felt herself become confused, though that was almost her default state around the warden in all honesty.
After a full minute passed with Thresh not doing anything aside from massaging her thighs, his touch touch still pleasant if nothing else, Evaine felt her patience run dry and she tried to move her legs to exhibit some form of reaction from him. She didn't want this to be over so soon, she still wanted more pleasure and more release. A small part of her also wanted to provide Thresh with release, either by using her mouth or any other part of her body, though it was certainly not as strong as the one wanting more of the spectre's touch.
Then something unexpected happened. Before Evaine could ask what he was doing, Thresh fell to one knee and moved her legs so that they were resting on her shoulders, after which he closed the distance between them and planted his lips firmly on her slit, his tongue finding her the little bundle of nerves crowning her sex quickly. Surprise and pleasure overtook the deceiver's senses in an instant and new moans, just as loud as the ones before, escaped her mouth. Her hands struggled against the chains binding her as she tried to instinctively push Thresh's head further between her thighs, but until then all she could do was buck her hips at him as his apparently skilled tongue toyed with her clit, her head slamming down on the bedcovers again.
"W-what about you, Thresh...!?" Evaine managed to moan out as the fingers that had brought her so much pleasure mere minutes ago joined the warden's tongue in his efforts to drive her to the edge again. Her question came with a negative side, Evaine realized quickly, as Thresh couldn't continue using his tongue on her if she wanted him to answer her, and it was with some disappointment she felt the dextrous appendage leave her clit.
"I'm touched you would such concern for me, Evaine, but that is for another time. Right now you should only worry about yourself." Thresh replied while gazing up at her moaning form, the smirk on his face having grown since the last time Evaine saw it. He got back to work quickly though, his tongue finding the deceiver's folds once more, and Evaine didn't try to hide her thankfulness for it, mewls of bliss spilling from her lips by the second.
"T-Thresh...!" She moaned loudly as her hips jolted against him once more, only for her eyes to shoot open when the warden's fingers left her and something larger, far colder took their place. Evaine felt as if someone had pushed a metal pole into her burning insides and it was only when it started to thrusting into her at a rhythmic pace that the real shock to her system began. It was almost unreal the sensations the action brought with it. With Thresh's tongue still working her sensitive clit and now the metal pole he handled like an expert thrusting rhythmically in to her, Evaine was quickly brought closer and closer to her limit once more, her moans growing in both frequency and volume. She was sure her cries of ecstasy could be heard echoed all over the Shadow Isles, but as long as Thresh didn't stop, she didn't care. It felt too good.
Her legs locked behind the warden's head as he pushed the make-shift dildo into her even further than before and Evaine's system was overtaken by a surge of pleasure that caused her entire body to jolt. Then there came an entirely new yet still somewhat familiar sensation.
Without warning, Evaine felt the tug in her chest that only Thresh's soul shackle could make her feel, and it, mixed with the pleasure Thresh himself was subjecting her to with his tongue and the pseudo dildo was the last straw. She came, again, this orgasm ever stronger than the last as her body contorted as much as it could to prolong the experience somehow, her nectar gushing out of her sex and splashing onto Thresh's only slightly unsuspecting mouth and chin.
The moan that emerged from her lips this time was one that even Evaine herself was surprised to hear; it was a long, low moan that rose until it was almost a scream, dying down only when her body finally stopped locking itself up around the warden. Her mind was in heaven, thoughts lost within the pleasure, and her descent was a slow one as she half say, half laid panting on her bed. She could still feel Thresh's tongue lapping at her labia while she came down from her orgasmic high, though he was being far more 'gentle' than before, and the sensation made Evaine continue to release soft exclamations of bliss, her body twitching oh so slightly as her sensitive folds continued to be pleasured. Only now were her hands released from their entrapment, and they joined the rest of Evaine's body as she collapsed completely onto her bed's now sullied sheets.
As she 'fell', Thresh stood up from between the now exhausted deceiver's legs, laughing quietly at the expression upon her still beautiful features while he wiped his mouth and chin off on his arm. He would make someone come change the sheets later, for he doubted Evaine would like to sleep on a bed that carried the fresh scent of her orgasm. Though it didn't look like she would have much of a choice as the chains made to heighten senses that he had restrained her wrists with had done their job a little too well—their magic completely knocking Evaine out.
A fact Thresh noted with another chuckle.
"Sweet dreams, my dear, when you awaken we shall see what more fun you and I can have..." he almost sang as he gathered up the discarded clothes laying on the floor, pulling on his coat and folding up Evaine's dress before depositing it in one of the dressers in the room, moving back to Evaine's almost sleeping form as soon as he was done. There he helped her to get more situated to the bed, pulling the covers over her still nude body, and he was about to leave when something suddenly stopped him.
Looking down, Thresh saw something that made him raise an eyebrow in amused questioning; Evaine's hand tugging at his one of the hems of his coat. He looked back at the deceiver and was met with a singular, tired eye, its color no longer honeyed brown but a deep violet. A lone thought passed through the link between their souls, and Thresh couldn't help but snicker a little at the request it held, though it wasn't out of malice for once.
'Stay... please...'
It was a thought, therefore it had no voice of its own, but Thresh had no problem understanding the pleading tone it would have held should Evaine have said it out loud. She didn't want him to leave, or at least not yet, and for the first time in a very long time, the warden felt something small tug at his long dead heartstrings. Evaine was special to him after all. She reminded him of someone who had long since passed away. And it was for that reason Thresh sent a small smile at the flickering image of the older woman and the young Evaine laying on her bed before pulling up one of the many chairs in the room to her bedside and settling down in it.
He could stay for a little while, Thresh decided. His meeting with Evelynn and Elise could wait for a bit. They could just start by themselves if they got too inpatient after all. And the council Mordekaiser had called was not something he considered very urgent. One more year of the master of metal's rage directed at him was nothing new.
With a small sigh escaping his lips, as well as a little, quiet chuckle, Thresh conjured up the chain binding Evaine's soul to him, toying with it as the deceiver fell asleep, her breaths calmly evening out. He no longer knew the name of the woman Evaine's features belonged to, but Thresh was certain it was her fault the mage was so special to him. Somehow.
'Though, I can't exactly say it bothers me...'
