Running and Racing Tag Reikas

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

She started to feel herself being pushed by him. Her back tilting as she expressed a moan. A sigh escaping her as she was suddenly very very much inclined. She dug her nails showing that she also liked things a little bit rough. A smile curling her lips as she felt her eyes close and then open. " Is that all... " she said and snickered.

Her teeth showing its full splendor as she was not afraid of the fight she was going to have with this man. She liked to taunt men in bed. It was a way to prove that they were real. Then again, would this man actually find her true meaning. So far she had enjoyed the teasing, and the way that he behaved.

Proper and yet with an outline of obedience. Yet her mind could not yet decide what his next move would be. She was after all a woman who enjoyed great lengths of pain and yet at the same time was not afraid to get hurt. This man would know later what it would mean. But for now, this was only the first of many night.

Bitting her lips, she felt her whole face go a shade darker as she sighed and nipped her lips as she tried to hold her self steady. She was after all very much willing to bet that this man would like what she had planned. But her cards could not be showed yet. She might seem gently but in reality she was a fox.

[Reikas Esterion]

Is that all? Suddenly this was a power play? Or was she commenting on his size? Reikas hesitated a heartbeat only, then decided f*ck it, literally and figuratively. He'd figure her out later, for now he was here, insider her, overthinking. Time to let that go and finish the job.

He sank himself deeply inside her and pulled nearly out again, beginning a series of rhythmic motions. He started out slow, not saying a word, deciding to let her set the pace. Now was the time to let go of everything and just focus on the young beauty beneath him. His bright eyes looked down on her with unrestrained lust as at least hist body received what it was longing for.

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

She started to stare at the man in front of her as he started his movements her hands placed on his chest as she sighed. She knew the speed would pick up. Pick up pick up and pick up until one and the other feel on each others arms.

A few hours later.

She started to wake up. Her eyes heavy as she was always terribly sleepy when she awoke in the night. What time was it, had so much happened that yet at the same time she could taste the memories of last night. Then again, she hoped the man would not notice as well her bruises. She did not have any before. Because she ha hidden them well but now she had plenty of them. Besides she needed to practice and her trainee was here. Things would indeed get messy from now on. But then again this she would keep hidden. She did not want him to find out.

But yet why was she all of a sudden continuing sitting, and why was she not moving. Why was she not just moving. Closing her eyes , she covered herself as she started to think back on everything that had happened during the night. Why she had chosen him, and why did she suddenly feel like she had the obligation never to leave her pet behind. Turning to look at him, she rubbed his hair and started to lie down and stare at him.

[Reikas Esterion]

Reikas was awake. He wasn't even tired at all, he was full to brimming even now with happiness, and it was like electricity for him. The release of their escapades had calmed him down, but had only exhausted him physically, not mentally. In fact, his mind had been very busy for a while trying to work out this little blossom beside him. It had taken him a bit to get into the groove, and he worried that he'd been a bit rough with her. He was used to all manner of creatures, and readjusting to a human was always tricky, especially when he was given the reigns and expected to lead. He still didn't fully understand that move, unless it was a misunderstanding on her part. Why give a happiness demon equal say in the relationship? Their very nature was subservient. He just hoped they'd have lots more sex for him to feed on until he could figure out what she really liked besides. However, even that worried him. Unlike many demons, he couldn't process lust as a source of nourishment, and he worried that as the novelty of "him" wore off she might stop being happily surprised and just lust for him, and he'd start to starve. Good intentions, but there was a saying about that, and for Reikas, it had the potential to be literal. It wouldn't be the first time.

Maybe it was only in sex that she'd give him equal footing, though. She'd gone back on her word before, maybe wanting to know what made him happy applied only to the bedroom and not to their relationship. Otherwise he'd have to have a talk with her, and he hated "talks" with his owners. It made him feel like he had broken the promises he always made them to make them as happy as possible.

He lay now on his back, still watching the ceiling, his arms behind his head on the pillow, as he felt Irina stir. He smiled at her.

"Good morning," he greeted cheerily, unaware of what time it actually was. "Sleep well?"

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

She looked at Reikas and smiled. A general natural smile as she poked his cheek and giggled. " I slept well. Good enough. I am a light sleeper how about you "she asked and started to smile. Her eyes falling to the mans blue as she could not really tell how everything had happened. It seemed like it was a tower that had come in for her and she had no clue what to do now. But yet maybe asking questions was the right motive. Getting to know one another was a totally different thing and it meant that she could at least get to know this man better. " Where you ever human, who were your parents"she asked changing the subject of the morning to something of a more heavier subject.

But then again, she hoped the man had not heard her. Giggling, she started to turn around and poked her drawer for some glasses as she placed them on her face and sighed. There now she could see him. She had said that she needed a moment alone in the bathroom before. But then again, she had a different appearance each day. It was the way she was and then again was that even right at all. Hearing her stomach growl. She chuckled and hoped that he had not heard that as well. It was very rude of her to not eat something. But she could wait, she was not that hungry. She was wondering if he had ate, or if he needed to eat anything at all.

Then again, she had much to know about a happiness demon.

[Reikas Esterion]

"I slept well, thank you," Reikas said, smiling more in amusement as Irina poked him. And of course he'd heard her, it was a quiet room and he was focused wholly on her.

"I was indeed human a long time ago in a different world," he told her, watching her get ready. "My parents...I don't think that really matters, do you? I could tell you their names, what they did, but it wouldn't tell you more about me." He rolled over onto his side and the blankets fell down around his chest, and he propped up his head with one arm, elbow on the pillow. "In fact, it would tell you much less about me. I'm older than I look--I know, I look pretty old," he grinned, "but a lot happened to me when I was younger." He stopped there for her, testing to see if she actually cared or was just trying to make conversation. Plus, he had heard her stomach while he was speaking.

"Are you hungry? I'm not the greatest cook but I'd be happy to try my hand at breakfast for you..." Assuming she even had breakfast materials stocked in the condo. He was pretty sure this was a vacation place and not a permanent residence, and some people didn't bother stocking it long-term.

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

She found her head shift as she sighed and started to curl her legs. Her ears perked up as she quirked her brow and started to stare at the man as he said his lifes story or part of it. Then again, she was not sure of what to say. She had not expected for him to say that he was that old. But she was amazed at him at how he had survived and how much time had he actually spend in this place. Smiling at the man, she started to lie down and stare at him . “ I really like that you told me. How old are you truly “ she asked and started to tie her hair in two braids.

She laughed as she saw him answer her question. " so you did hear me.. that is good. I really like to know more about you. " she said, and started to see him prop himself up to his elbow as she lied back down and grinned. She had to see that for herself , then again she was happy that at least now she had a companion. " So you want to try and cook for me. " she said and started to sit up as she wondered if maybe he needed anything at all. “ do you need me to order clothes for you . What kind of clothes do you like” she said and started to smile.

“Oh and yes you can cook for me” she said and chuckled. She had never really had a man cook for her so this would be a first. Things would get interesting from now on. She could or kind of felt it in the air. Besides she was honest in everything she spoke to him and maybe even more would happen now that they had a little bit of knowledge of what each other did or where.

[Reikas Esterion]

Reikas frowned at the preliminary question. How old was he? He made a face trying to think, casting his gaze across the room.

"Two...hundred...something, I think?" he half-asked. "Older than two-twenty-five, but I know I turn two-fifty in twenty-twenty-eight..." he grinned sheepishly at her. "I don't bother with the math in the meantime. Maybe somewhere in the two-thirties. Please, feel free to ask me anything. if you truly want to know, I'll tell you, but it isn't all glamorous, I'll warn you right now."

His grin disappeared as the subject of clothes came up, and he sat up. "Ahh, jeans are good, I'm always partial to jeans...Loose shirts, y'know..." He'd decided to not bother fighting her too much; if she wanted to try to make him indulge himself, he'd let her cater to him. He'd be a bit dodgy about it, sometimes, but he couldn't always help that. Just because he knew what looked good on him didn't mean his mistresses liked him looking better than them. Especially with his age, he had to be careful not to look like the master in a pairing. Nothing made a mistress' happiness plummet like being assumed as the slave.

"Cooking, though..." he pushed himself out o f bed, completely unashamed of being unclothed, and started gathering up his clothes. "What would you like?" he asked, looking at her as he began to dress. He'd cooked before. He was no master chef, but he could make a few dishes. Time to settle into domestic life.

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

She saw him frown as she stood up and started to walk towards the closet. Her hands taking out a robe as she set it down and started to wrap a robe around herself . A smile crossed her lips as she pushed her hair back and started to wonder if the man would like a bath at all. Then again, she wondered if she could bathe him at all. Or was this idea just totally wrong in her head and she could not really do or say anything to him. " Oh I am sorry did I ask a bad question" she said and started to smile. She wanted things between them to be ok. She wanted him to be confortable too. Then again, maybe she would just stop asking the questions. But she found it to be a little bit of a hard question to ask. "Do you like to bathe first before eating" she asked and nipped her lip as she tied her robe.

" Anything that you make will be good" she told him and rubbed her neck. Then again, could he pick up on her thoughts and what she wanted. Did he have any hidden talents or where there just things that she should never know .

[Reikas Esterion]

"Erm, I could probably use a bath," Reikas mentioned, wondering if she intended to shower together. He pushed back a hint of annoyance as she gave him the option again of what to cook. Maybe she liked making his life hard. He tried so damn hard to make his life easy, just follow orders and be what his master wanted him to be. It was easy, it was simple, and it was mindless. Did she think she was doing him a favor? Did she think she was being cute?

"Irina, why did you purchase me?" he asked before he could stop himself, pulling on his shirt. His jeans were already on by now. He felt a bit slimy in his dirty clothes, but that always happened when he changed hands, before he regained possessions. He watched her carefully.

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

She started to hear the way that he asked her why did she buy him. Why did she buy him, to be her servant. But then again this got her worried. Sighing, she started to sulk as she sighed. " I like bacon eggs and toast for breakfast I give you 30 minutes to make it " she said as she forgotten what he was. He was a slave, and she had practice.There was no point in actually understanding what and why she was doing this. But when he had asked why she had purchased him. She could not really say anything. He wanted to be treated like a slave , then he was going to be treated like a slave. No matter what. For now she had to meet some people , they would be downstairs and bellow maybe in the cellar. Then again she was not sure if she should leave the man alone.

Sitting down, she knew that she was wrong to treat a slave as she thought it was her boyfriend. No she would not treat him ever again like that. She was kind of hurt. But then again, she had to give the man orders. It was also the question that made her feel helpless. " If you really wanted to know slave.. I like to make my slaves feel like they are human beings not possessions.. you can now go make my breakfast" she said in a harsh tone. Her hand waved him away as she was shocked at first at his question. But then again, she also was not confessing the answer. Something else in her hear told her that things would be a lot more difficult than what it would seem to be. He wanted orders, he got them. "Also I like to wash your hair.." she said and bit her lips as she studied his clothes.

Simple jeans, simple shirt. She could get that later today. Then again, what else could she say. Maybe get him a few belts. She did not know what kind of expression she was doing . But she was trying to be serious or at least faking some of it.

[Reikas Esterion]

Reikas was no empath, but he could sense when happiness was gone. And happiness had fled this room like a terrified mouse when he confronted Irina. His eyes narrowed in focus and thought as he processed her responses.

Are you bipolar? he wondered to himself, studying her carefully. There are things you are hiding from me, things that probably make you extremely unhappy in this world because you don't understand...how to be happy. He was being judgmental, and he knew it, and some small part of him recognized that with someone like Irina he shouldn't be because there was probably a lot under the surface that didn't connect but that still influenced her as a person. So much for an easy life.

What had really hit him, though, was how utterly childish that had been. They'd been dancing around this topic since they'd met, and suddenly when he tried to structure their relationship with one another, she collapsed like a child and was practically pouting!

He wondered if he could bully her into establishing boundaries. He wish he had someone to ask who knew more about her, a servant or a family butler or even a fellow slave...But he wondered, in their absence, if, since trying to please her hadn't gotten him anywhere useful, maybe the opposite would give him some guide to how to stay fed.

He sighed, ran a hand through his hair and shared a look with the floor as if it understood his plight, and without a word, started to walk from the room. He wondered how old she actually was, and if he was overestimating her age. If you wanted a boyfriend, just fuckin' tell me! he thought angrily, his back to her. But don't expect to buy one and suddenly have it be grateful that you liberated it or something. Love doesn't work that way, Irina. It dawned on him that maybe that was the reason she had bought a boyfriend. Because she didn't understand how to have one otherwise...

"I'll make breakfast first, then you can do what you'd like with my hair," he told the door frame, loud enough for her to hear. Well, I hope your eggs haven't spoiled at least, he thought, resigned.

((A bit harsh, sorry. Reikas doesn't like indecisive people.))

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

She found him go off ,the door slamming behind her as she jumped a little. She was furious at him to. But then again, maybe she had been changing her mind to quickly. Sighing, she started to kick the chair right next to her as she threw it to the other side. The table falling as she found her precious 5 thousand dollar lamp falling. Walking over to the broken pieces. She started to look at the damage. Her hands picking up one of the glass pieces as she stared at it. She could cut herself right now and not mind it. Sighing, she hid her face over her mass of hair and started to remember the grueling procedure of calming her down. The needles and straight jacket that she came back home with to teach the bastard of her master a lesson. Luckily, she had put poison on his eggs one morning and he was no more.Nobody could find his sole benefactor and he made no will so she stayed with all the money.

Thanks to him, she now could live a more normal life. She could feel the love, and love somebody in return. Seeing one of her maids walk into the kitchen she sighed as she sat down and started to twirl the blad in one of her fingers as she cut herself.

[Reikas Esterion]

Reikas didn't have nearly as much "hormonal intuition" in locating a kitchen as he's had last night in locating the bedroom. As such, he was still quite close by when he heard the loud series of thuds that was the chair hitting the wall, and the shattering of glass. He blood turned to ice, but the heated rush of adrenaline brought it to a panicked boil immediately, and he turned and sprinted back toward the bedroom, fearing the absolute worst.

He skidded on the carpet back into the doorway, his eyes scouring the scene. A fresh cold again overtook him as he stared at his mistress, lips parting. She was a cutter? What had he done?!

The beginnings of anguish gripped at his chest, but he pushed it back before it could wind its choking grip around his head, too. He hadn't realized how out-of-control her side of the situation had become, and as he had thousands of times before, he cursed the demon's gift of immortality, that it didn't have true empathy.

"Irina..." He tore his eyes from the blood and lifted them to her face, no trace of his anger or frustration remaining. there was only concern and fear in them now, and hi heart pounded in his chest. He had promised her happiness, and his selfish anger had driven her to this...

He hesitantly took a step into the room, releasing the door frame he'd gripped to stop his momentum while running for the room. He wasn't sure what to say...If only he'd realized how serious a problem this was...dammit, why couldn't she have just told him?? He was better at this than he was showing her...!!

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

She turned her head around as she heard the man walk into the door. His hand gripping the door frame a she sighed. Hearing her name, she bit her lip and started to rub her neck. Yes there was a few things she had yet to tell then man. But when he approached, she knew that all the anger that he had in his body had left. Standing, she started to walk towards him and looked at the piece of glass and then at her finger. "Oh gods... I am sorry.. I .. I .. I was stupid and I should tell you that I was once a slave.. and and .. " she said as she felt a tear trickle down her eyes.

Had she done it again, had she gone to far. Had she told him to much. Yet what was she going to do. She could not back away from everything. Yet what to tell the man. Siding her finger into her mouth, she sucked on the blood and started to drop the piece of glass that was on the floor and sighed. Ok things where not to bad, but what had she said to him. What would she say to him. Falling silent, she looked down at the ground, as she felt her fingers twirl nervously as the silence in the room was kind of troublesome. Then again had she said something incorrect as well.

" What can I do to make things easier" she asked and bit her lips, she was insecure at times and yet strong. Then again other things ran through her mind too. She felt all the color of her face go away. The truth was out. But still she had to find a good reason for her actions regarding the glass.