The Snow Keep

Talia : A shiver passes through her entire body as you part her thighs and look upon her for the first time. She watches your eyes grow darker, your pupils expand as you gaze upon what is now yours. "Yes, my love..." she whispers, letting her thighs fall wider apart as you begin to stroke her so gently. "Ohh... Bane..." she breathes, overwhelmed by the sensation of your fingers caressing the tiny pearl between her folds, she rocks her hips while you open her so carefully, this is the most wonderful feeling she's ever known. Her fingers twist in the blanket beneath her, her eyes half closing, but still watching you.     Bane : Bane inserts another finger inside, while his free hand travels up your sensual body again, touching your skin and exploring the valley between your breasts, kneading a globe while he starts thrusting his hand against you. Rocking his two thick fingers back and forth, feeling you growing slicker and hotter with each passing ...

Bane : Bane rises from the cot on his own for the first time in over a month. Feeling stronger... the pain only a dull ache now. A numbness running through his entire body, reminding him he's still alive. Standing before the bathroom mirror he lays dark eyes on his new face, his hand touching the mask over his mouth and nose, delivering the heavy dose of drugs to keep him sane and free from unbearable suffering. "I'm a monster." He whispers to no one, but himself. Thinking of Talia and how she's come to him all these days and nights, laying by his side, sharing her warmth and never once recoiling from him.     Talia : She knocks on your door, opening it and entering when she doesn't hear you answer. Dropping the fresh towels she carries onto a chair, she rushes to the open bathroom door, frightened of what she might find. "Bane! You...you're up! Are you alright, is there something you need?" She rushes to you, standing behind you, ...

Bane : Groaning, he opens his fierce eyes into the blinding light, struggling against the restrains that hold him down, wondering where he is. Hearing a soft voice speaking words, he fights against the pain that gives him agony day and night, focusing his mind and moving numb lips to speak... "Who's there?"   Talia : "Shhh, quiet now, lie still..." She takes a cloth from a bowl scented with herbs and places the cool compress on your forehead. "You must lie still..." she whispers, reaching out to touch your cheek gently with her fingers, then pulling away, afraid to hurt you. A tear rolls down her cheek as she watches you writhe in pain. "Bane... do you know me?"     Bane : His hands snaps out like a viper, breaking the restraining cuff and catching you by the wrist, those thick fingers wrapping around fragile bone, holding onto you firmly but gentle at the same time. "Am I dreaming? You..." His hazel eyes stare into ...