* 80 * 3/5/13, 3/8/13, 3/29/13

Lily broke away from kissing Casavir. Both of them were panting hard by now, having spent the past several minutes tasting each other's eager lips.

She couldn't even describe what came over her when he kissed her. Everything she craved, everything her mind wanted her body to have, became more satisfied the more his lips were on hers. She was already addicted to the paladin's reserved, bated breath, and she tasted it with great savor as it was a treasure she knew was not oft given out.

"Put me on that table," she commanded of her knight, pointing to her right breathlessly. Casavir obeyed, his strong arms lifting her small frame onto the table as if she were no more than a feather. From her position atop the table, she could easily reach the paladin's height now.

Lily smiled devilishly at him as she got an idea, and brought his face to hers to kiss him again. This time, however, she had a surprise. They had been kissing using mere pressure before, but neither of them had opened their mouth. Now Lily did, opening her lips and taking his with them. When the paladin's were separated enough, she bit his lower lip gently, hinting at what she wanted from him. Casavir let out a strangled breath and pulled away from her immediately.

"My la—Lily," he panted, almost pleadingly. He didn't need to explain. The bite had been mischievous, teasing. She was trying to rile him up, and it was working.

"What is it, Casavir?" she teased, playing dumb. In the other's flustered state, the mischievous elf saw an opportunity to test him. The paladin's mouth hung open as he tried to catch his breath and remain composed.

As she caught sight of this gratifying reaction, Lily knew exactly what she wanted.

How long can you hold yourself back, dear Casavir? she wondered suddenly with a coquettish smirk.How long can you rein yourself in before I push you over the edge? And how long can we fool around before you lose the disciplined paladin in you? She grinned. She liked this game of cat and mouse.

Lily leaned forward and licked Casavir's lips for a tortured second, then delved her tongue inside his mouth.

If the paladin wasn't riled up before, his heavy breathing and quickly-evaporating self control now proved he was way beyond his comfort zone. He didn't break away, but he didn't return the kiss, either. He was fighting his body's reactions to her incredibly forward displays, steeling himself as best as he could. He granted himself enough leeway to enjoy what she did, but refused to go further himself.

Lily tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer, darting her tongue deeper into his mouth. After a few seconds of feeling and tasting her indelible eagerness, the paladin relented and allowed himself a slight more freedom. He began reciprocating, hesitantly at first.

This excited Lily, made her want to play with him even more.

Can you resist me, Casavir, even when I'm giving you every sign to keep going?

The paladin was driven insane with desire. He didn't know if she was just toying with him or if she actually wanted him then and there, but he almost didn't care. Almost. A considerable part of him still wanted to break free, to tell her no, but in the face of her obvious permission, his iron resolve was fading fast.

Casavir's craving only grew as the heated moments wore on, desiring more of her. He put a hand gently on her back, then finally returned her tongue's voracious enthusiasm.

Lily... he thought weakly as their mouths moved. But no other words came to mind.

The two barely broke apart now and then to catch their breath and look at each other, their lips wet. During a few such times, Casavir had brief chances to think.

She hasn't fully recovered... How can I be doing this to her? I must stay focused on our goal; doing this is a distraction. I am her protector, not her lover. And he almost snapped out of it a few times.

But every time, Lily would kiss him again, swirling her tongue intoxicatingly around his, and he felt himself give in to her once more.

When Lily started sensing his willingness, his deep-seated desire to continue, break through from the abyss – when she began feeling through his kiss that his resolve was nearly broken – she started to lean back. Slowly, ever so slowly, she drew back so as to make Casavir lean over her on the table. Soon, she was lying flat on her back, keeping her mouth locked on his. He was on top of her now, and she could feel the rapid pounding of his heart against her chest.

Lily was much turned on now, a feeling that had never truly overcome her in the presence of Casavir before; his reined-in nature rubbed off on her, and she found that she, too, always held herself back. Something about awakening a long-lost part of the able paladin, though, excited her in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. In fact, Lily was surprised by how forward her own mind's sudden conjurations were. She had the strong, overwhelming urge to feel her paladin harden, feel him rock solid against her, but their position wasn't quite right for that.

The lonely playfulness continued to speak through Lily's mind: How much more of this can you take, Casavir? Are you able to stop yourself? Surely you can handle this situation, my sweet.

Casavir was dazed for a few more seconds in their kiss, but when he finally was able to take note of their scandalous position, he abruptly broke away. "Lily, we must stop," he said firmly despite his breathlessness.

There it is, Lily thought, amused. But, I wonder...?

Casavir continued, "I have done nothing to deserve this attention from you; we must stop immediately." Just then, however, Lily leaned upward and bit his earlobe. As he tried to continue talking, she played with it with her tongue, distracting him.

"Lily," he repeated. His deep, normally-composed voice was now almost desperate.

In response, Lily drew back from his ear and spoke simply, ignoring his demands.

"Bed me, Casavir."

There was no hesitation in her tone. No uncertainty. It was a simple command, uttered in a sultry voice.

Casavir was visibly incredibly roused at her solicitation of him, but through this, he looked at her painfully. "Lily, I cannot...do that to you." He couldn't believe she had just propositioned him to join her in bed, let alone so very directly.

"To me? It'd be with me. I want it. I want it now."

"Lily..." he started again, but then gave up. "Why do you ask this of me?" he asked in earnest, his voice truly desperate now. She was pitting his incredible desire for the woman in front of him directly against his incredibly honed inhibitions, and for once, he wasn't entirely certain which would win out.

Lily looked at him like he was stupid. "Because I know you can give it to me." When the paladin cleared his throat nervously, she continued, "You protect me so much. You're always there, ready to come to my aid if something happens. You were so worried about me... And you wanted to stay with me today, so much so that you didn't even put your armor on this morning. Do you know what that says to me, Casavir?"

Casavir swallowed, having one idea of what she might say next. Despite this, he shook his head.

...Does she know?

"You care for me. A lot."

The paladin relaxed. With that, he could easily agree. He knew she already knew that.

"I want you to please me. You're loyal and wish to serve me, right?" She knew that cut to his heart, could convince him to do almost anything she wanted.

Casavir tensed again. He did wish to serve her needs, and had sworn to her to do so.

"...Do you truly desire that of me?"

"I do."

He was silent once more. Then, after a few, strangled moments, asked, "Is there not any other way to please you, my lady?"

Lily narrowed his eyes at him and thought for a moment. Then, she smirked. She had a conniving idea of how to get her way while still playing partially by his rules and within his realm of comfort.

"Kiss me. Kiss me until I'm satisfied," she commanded.

Casavir leapt at the opportunity. Kissing her made him feel more than ecstasy, and while it was still a far more personal act than Casavir felt he deserved, the severity of it was nowhere near that of what she had originally been asking of him.

Relieved they had come to a settlement, and one that he readily enjoyed, he brought his face close to hers again. As quickly as he had approached her, however, he pulled back once more. "In this position?" he asked, referring perturbedly to his rather possessive place on top of her.

"Exactly in this position," she positively purred. Casavir breathed hard again for a few seconds, summoning all of his strength to try to keep under the fullest control in such a salacious and suggestive place over Lily's beautiful, supine form. He leaned back down over her and kissed her slowly with just his lips at first. After a minute of this, however, Lily wouldn't let him continue the soft pecks. She spread her lips slightly and Casavir obediently tasted her. As soon as he did, she grabbed his arm. "Casavir," she moaned against his mouth.

By her excited tone, he could tell she wasn't crying his name to make him stop. Flustered by the sound of her soft moan of his name, he continued tasting her, keeping his movements slow and romantic despite her greed.

She let him continue for a few more seconds before she felt him move deeper. Then, she began whining.

"Casavirrr..."

Her sensual voice as well as her greed began feeding the paladin's own lust. With the sweet music she was making, he felt like he was already moving over her, quenching her avidity, as well as his own. He felt ashamed to think such thoughts, but he obediently continued quenching her desires, and as he kissed her over and over, her seductive moans forced him deeper and deeper into the abyss that was thoughtlessness.

Lily wanted to test him further. He was already doing an excellent job of turning her on, and she wanted more. Now, each time she felt the urge to moan, she lifted her chin slightly, higher and higher, until Casavir had to make a conscious decision to keep going after her lips and her lips alone.

But the promise proved to be too much for him, and he couldn't rein it in. With her tempting, illustrious and soft skin before him, Casavir began kissing her vulnerable neck. Immediately, Lily grew wanton, excited. So he could be tempted. She moved more and more until he was in the position she wanted him in, with him teasing the very sensitive erogenous zone on her neck with his lips. Without Lily even having to command him to, Casavir soon began teasing the spot with his tongue.

"Ohhh..." the elf moaned. It was almost too sensitive to such a warm, wet touch. In fact, she hadn't quite planned that giving him access to that spot would allow him this much power over her bodily sensations, but she just couldn't bring herself to regret it.

Afraid that she might break him out of his unthinking, blind trance if she spoke too loudly, she whispered in his ear: "Don't stop."

This, of course, only drove the paladin on further. Casavir began dragging his hand softly against her side in a movement not even Lily had anticipated. After trying to think on it a brief moment, she gasped as she realized he was going to feel her breast.

Lily blushed at this independent motivation, starting to tremble in anticipation, but not interfering with his motive. Yes, Casavir, give in... her mind encouraged, but she didn't feel like the seductress anymore, and he was really tantalizing her. She couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel if the powerful man before her started thrusting deep inside of her. With all his strength honed through countless battles – for decades, no less – it would make the table rattle; that was for certain.

As if being scolded for not doing just that, the table suddenly made a loud sliding sound as Lily tried to reposition her legs.

This was all that was needed to snap Casavir back to the moment. Immediately at the realization of his position, and of his actions, he abruptly slid off of her, disentangling his mouth from hers and his hand from her side.

Casavir gazed at Lily in guilt and abject shock, her halfway-ravaged form splayed out before him with her clothes askew. The stark blush on her face when she looked up at him made him ashamed.

"My lady..." Casavir started, his expression horrified. "I...I apologize... I am so terribly..."

Feeling exposed at his sudden abandonment, Lily straightened her clothes and covered her chest instinctively, despite it still being clothed. She felt hurt and insecure by his changed mind.

Hadn't he just told me he felt doing it so suddenly was uncomfortable, and then I pushed him into it? she tried to reason with herself.

No, another part of her mind scolded. He was clearly enjoying it, and now he stopped. Why did he stop? She started feeling bad again, her insecurity consuming her.

In the moments it took Lily to think these thoughts, Casavir had been ripping himself to shreds in his own mind, too. His guilt became too great to bear, seeing her lay ravished in front of him like that, and after one more, "I am so sorry, my lady..." he bolted out the door.