M/Fea test/torture log
Fea wants M to prove himself.
Rated... R, I think. For mild torture and NOT!so mild enjoyment of said torture.
Fea-notreallythere> *leads M somewhere private then, which is not supposed to sound dirty*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *follows, still calm and composed and all that*
Fea-notreallythere> *might sekkritly be impressed by that*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *kind of excited, yes, and hiding it*
Fea-notreallythere> *looking M up and down* Are you certain that you are up for this?
Mulciber-notreallythere> I am.
Fea-notreallythere> Very well.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Do you wish to tie me up, or restrain me in any way? *seemingly careless*
Fea-notreallythere> Willing, and not going to complain afterwards?
Fea-notreallythere> ... we shall see about that.
Mulciber-notreallythere> I am not going to complain, no.
Fea-notreallythere> *slightly amused* Good.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *amused, too* You don't think I can take this, do you?
Fea-notreallythere> I do not know your strength, or lack of it.
Mulciber-notreallythere> I like pain.
Fea-notreallythere> Is that so. Ah, yes, of course. Another Death Eater.
Mulciber-notreallythere> ...I enjoy it more than they do.
Fea-notreallythere> Well, then you might even enjoy this. Good for you.
Fea-notreallythere> Half of the Elves do, so it's not that unusual really.
Mulciber-notreallythere> ...I had no idea. How fascinating.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *bows slightly* I'm ready for whatever you have for me.
Fea-notreallythere> Good. Undress, firstly.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Completely?
Fea-notreallythere> [[he can keep his underpants if they're dark.]]
Mulciber-notreallythere> [[ ...He goes commando XD ]]
Mulciber-notreallythere> *starts pulling off his shirt*
Fea-notreallythere> *isn't actually robed for this, so gets rid of shirt and robes likewise*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *sheds everything, and stands, waiting*
Fea-notreallythere> *still slightly amused* *plucks on M's chest hair, assuming there is some, as that is something he's still rather unused to*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *blinks at him*
Fea-notreallythere> Intriguing. *has, as Mulciber can clearly see if he bothers to look, no hair growing below his eyelashes*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *is a bit intrigued by that, also* I see.
Fea-notreallythere> *at which point me might want to mention that canon claims that Fëa was 'made the mightiest in all parts of body and mind', including beauty, so he should be quite a sight*
Fea-notreallythere> *despite of some rather ugly scars*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *is quite impressed and doing rather a lot to hide it. Being naked is NOT. HELPING.*
Fea-notreallythere> *might be amused by that and is not hiding it much*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *has many awful scars himself, mostly selfinflicted*
Fea-notreallythere> *aren't they a pretty pair.*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *teh precious! XD*
Fea-notreallythere> Right. Firstly, know that this is no punishment, but a test.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *nods* I understand.
Fea-notreallythere> Secondly, and this might be a tad difficult for you to understand, know that the rite's background declares that you do not so much take the pain from me as for me.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *tilts his head, examining Fea* I understand the concept. However, not why.
Fea-notreallythere> Why we are doing this, or why that is the way it is held?
Mulciber-notreallythere> Why I am taking the pain for you?
Mulciber-notreallythere> *.
Fea-notreallythere> The concept is that the one receiving has sworn fealty to the one dealing. Furthermore, it is assumed - theoretically - that the receiving person is in enemy hands, and must now show his loyalty to his lord by bearing the torment without betraying the one. It is slightly complicated. There are many decades of philosophy behind it.
Mulciber-notreallythere> I see. That makes much sense.
Fea-notreallythere> *raises eyebrow*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *shrugs* It does.
Fea-notreallythere> *delighted smirk* Very well. And you have no objections to that idea?
Mulciber-notreallythere> The idea? No. I am not swearing fealty to you, however. Is that strictly neccesary?
Fea-notreallythere> No. 'tis only held as such for the hour of the trial.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Right, then.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Proceed.
Fea-notreallythere> *nods* As you wish.
Fea-notreallythere> *fixes two ropes to the ceiling, one on each side of M* Hold to these; when you can't bear any more, let go.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *is totally relaxed except for the OMFG HE IS SO HOT ness.* *takes hold of the ropes* May I ask you one more thing?
Fea-notreallythere> What?
Mulciber-notreallythere> Hm... *considers for a moment* Is this a test strictly to see how much pain one can take, or to see if one can take a set amount of pain? In other words, do you continue until I let go, or, assuming I don't, will you pick a time to stop?
Fea-notreallythere> The trial usually takes an hour, unless something else is agreed on.
Mulciber-notreallythere> An hour? That's all?
Mulciber-notreallythere> *shrugs* Fair enough, I suppose.
Fea-notreallythere> An hour. Three times, if we stick to the custom.
Mulciber-notreallythere> All right. Go on, then.
Fea-notreallythere> Very well. On your knees, then.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *nods, and goes to his knees, still holding onto the ropes*
Fea-notreallythere> *paces in a circle around him, three rounds* Then be you bound by this hour. The trial has begun.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *closes his eyes, forcing himself to be fully relaxed, and nods again*
Fea-notreallythere> *ponders, briefly* *is going to begin fairly kindly, as, you know, only a test and all that*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *waits, eager and only slightly anxious*
Fea-notreallythere> *has, we assume, brought some stuff he needs with him*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *of course*
Fea-notreallythere> *begins with a birch branch, then, which he uses to whip M's shoulders*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *twitches and gasps as the first blow falls, then forces himself to breathe evenly*
Fea-notreallythere> *hits ten times, then turns towards one arm*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *somewhat obviously aroused, and not planning on letting go anytime soon*
Fea-notreallythere> *after ten times, turns towards the other*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *sighs*
Fea-notreallythere> Bored already?
Mulciber-notreallythere> Enjoying myself, actually.
Fea-notreallythere> *smirks* Well, well.
Mulciber-notreallythere> I did tell you.
Fea-notreallythere> ...yes. And do not speak out of place. *hits harder, the back, this time*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *gasps, and lowers his head so Fea won't see his amused expression*
Fea-notreallythere> *flogs for a while, then switching from birch to, um, let's say willow*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *absolutely no intention of letting go*
Fea-notreallythere> *good.* *flails with willow for a while, then, and then takes up an actual whip, which goes to the front side*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *whimpers happily, savoring the pain*
Fea-notreallythere> *is slightly amused* *also, notices the arousal, I daresay*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *is very aroused, yes. Understatement*
Fea-notreallythere> *more amusion* *might touch,um, arousal with whip accidentally, sorry 'bout that*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *enjoysthatmorezomg*
Fea-notreallythere> *twitch* *...right.* ... *pauses*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *looks up at him*
Fea-notreallythere> *looks down on M, ponderingly*
Fea-notreallythere> My, you do like that. Quite impressive.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *smiles slightly and says nothing*
Fea-notreallythere> *backhands* You take this too easily.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Sorry. *doesn't mean it*
Fea-notreallythere> *picks up on the not-meaning it* So, is that how much your apology is worth?
Mulciber-notreallythere> My apology is worth more. I can't help enjoying this, Lord Feanaro. You can see what it does to me.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *was just being snarky before*
Fea-notreallythere> Indeed.
Fea-notreallythere> *doesn't take well to snark, unfortunately* Hm.
Fea-notreallythere> *gets some more rope*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *watches with interest*
Fea-notreallythere> *binds M's feet, rather tightly, then wraps the rope around his torso a few times, pulling it tight*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *winces because ZOMG ROPE ON CUTS AND OW but yum*
Fea-notreallythere> Right. You can let go, now; if you can't take it anymore, which *curls lip* seems unlikely, you shall be able to tell me so.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *raises an eyebrow* I see. *releases the ropes, then*
Fea-notreallythere> *ties M's hands behind his head, then, securing the arms so they stay up there, and pulls the rope down to his feet, so M kneels arched backwards, which might be rather uncomfortable after a few minutes*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *considers his position* *watches Fea *
Fea-notreallythere> *goes a few steps back and looks at the result of this*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *waits calmly* *except for the eagerness and arousal, etc. Obviously*
Fea-notreallythere> *doesn't appear to be meaning to do more for the moment*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *examines the ceiling*
Fea-notreallythere> *folds arms, watching*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *decides he likes the ceiling and examines Fea*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *likes that too*
Fea-notreallythere> *waits for M to get uncomfortable, really*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *does, after a couple minutes, but doesn't see the good in mentioning it*
Fea-notreallythere> *waits a bit more*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *shifts slightly, but says nothing* *looks around him*
Fea-notreallythere> *notices the shifting, at any rate* *takes one of the candles illumining the room*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *looks back at Fea* *interested and a bit excited*
Fea-notreallythere> *does, obviously, do the obvious*
Fea-notreallythere> *drips hot wax all over excited!M*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *gasps, wincing, then moans*
Fea-notreallythere> *pauses* Too much?
Mulciber-notreallythere> *murmurs* No...
Fea-notreallythere> Very well. *goes on, then*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *moans more and... is aroused more. is actually in pain from being aroused.*
Fea-notreallythere> *puts the candle aside, and takes a torch*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *watches with -more- interest and a bit of apprehension*
Fea-notreallythere> *brings the torch close enough to hurt, but not close enough to really damage*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *winces* *a -lot-*
Fea-notreallythere> *does that with the arms, back, and chest, hopefully not catching the fur on fire*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *whimpers but says nothing, and does not catch fire... yet...*
Fea-notreallythere> *tries that on the soles of the feet*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *bites his lip* *REALLY REALLY REALLY HARD* *nearly bites through it, in fact*
Fea-notreallythere> *puts the torch away, eventually* *takes up another whip, this time one with several lashes*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *is bleeding profusely from his bitten-through lip*
Fea-notreallythere> *whips, then, wth*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *whimpers and moans and generally enjoys, the whipping redoing for his excitement whatever the torch undid*
Fea-notreallythere> *stops, eventually, and undoes the bonds*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *slumps forward, breathing hard*
Fea-notreallythere> *waits, briefly*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *just breathes and tries to calm himself down*
Fea-notreallythere> *watches, still rather amused*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *manages to sit up and looks up at him again*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *graps the ropes for support, and holds on, still watching Fea*
Fea-notreallythere> *amused grin* ... very well. The trial is borne.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Oh, really? That's it?
Fea-notreallythere> That was the first hour. Usually, the trials are on different days, so, for today, that would be it.
Mulciber-notreallythere> I see.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *looks down at himself* ...Cissa will be displeased.
Fea-notreallythere> Indeed, there is hardly a point in continuing this at all, though.
Mulciber-notreallythere> ...What do you think of me now?
Fea-notreallythere> *bites lip* ... that is why I asked about magical healing.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *raises an eyebrow*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *nods*
Mulciber-notreallythere> And don't bite your lip. *lets go of the rope and gestures to his own*
Fea-notreallythere> Hah! A good question. I wonder whether to take this as a sign of your valour, or of your depravity.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *starts laughing*
Fea-notreallythere> *curls lip* That is entirely my decision, all right? I do not bite it nearly as hard as you seem to have done.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *blinks, then realizes what he said and starts laughing again* Sorry... habit.
Fea-notreallythere> *snorts* You should follow your own advice, then.
Fea-notreallythere> Well. What to do with you now?
Mulciber-notreallythere> I should. Er... would you object to cleaning me up a bit so Cissa doesn't panic immediately?
Fea-notreallythere> *raises eyebrow*
Mulciber-notreallythere> If she sees me bleeding she'll be upset.
Fea-notreallythere> *does, however, get a bucket of water and some cloth*
Mulciber-notreallythere> Thank you.
Fea-notreallythere> *nods* *begins cleaning up still kneeling!M (or so we assume), not too gently, but not, actually, too roughly, either*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *still kneeling, yes* *closes his eyes as Fea cleans him up* Do you want to finish it, then, or have I proven myself?
Fea-notreallythere> *sighs* I suppose I shall take this as proof enough. I wouldn't want to upset your lady too often, now.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Thank you. I'd rather not upset her too much, either.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Do you still hate me, then?
Fea-notreallythere> *still amused* I suppose not. *dabbing at little cuts in unspeakable places*
Mulciber-notreallythere> Really? *raises an eyebrow and tries not to notice the dabbing*
Fea-notreallythere> You have, at the very least, shown willing. Also brave, but I am not quite sure whether that is indeed to be seen as an accomplishment, considering the circumstances. But, well. I still think you are a fool, and rather depraved. But. I suppose I shall have to respect you.
Mulciber-notreallythere> That's a bit of a relief.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Thank you/
Fea-notreallythere> *shakes head* I truly wonder why you care about what I think of you. Except for the part, of course, where I am the center of the universe. But.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Does it really matter?
Fea-notreallythere> Precisely. So, why do you care?
Mulciber-notreallythere> *sigh* I told you, I respect you.
Fea-notreallythere> *gets out the remains of the salve Irmo left for Dol and Rosier, back then* *salves the wounds, which is a smart move, because that's one concentrated healing concoction*
Fea-notreallythere> Still, most people would not be willing to bear this out of mere respect.
Mulciber-notreallythere> It will make things easier not to have you hate me, for one thing.
Fea-notreallythere> What things? *massaging the salve in, whee*
Mulciber-notreallythere> Life in general.
Mulciber-notreallythere> It'll make Cissa happier, and Lady Nerdanel.
Mulciber-notreallythere> And I really -do- dislike being hated. *tryingnottoenjoythattoomuchandFAILING*
Fea-notreallythere> *did we mention how pretty he is?* *takes care of the chest, now*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *is totally failing, and still painfully aroused, and this is NOT. HELPING.* *but yes* So... those things.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *having a bit of difficulty breathing*
Fea-notreallythere> *slightly worried* Are you quite all right? *actually guesses what the problem is, but is SO not going to help with that*
Mulciber-notreallythere> ...Yes. I'm fine. Just mental. *deepbreath*
Fea-notreallythere> *smirks* *keeps dabbing and salving and being just generally unbearably pretty*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *strained* Are you doing this on purpose?
Fea-notreallythere> *smirks more* Possibly.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *plaintively and breathlessly* ...Why?
Fea-notreallythere> 'tis intriguing.
Mulciber-notreallythere> ...You're damn good at torture, you know. *trying not to start shaking*
Fea-notreallythere> I really should not take that as a compliment.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *gasping* Probably not. Are you nearly done?
Fea-notreallythere> Quite. When would this be healed, by your standards?
Mulciber-notreallythere> It would take... a couple weeks without help. *clinging to a rope*
Fea-notreallythere> Truly? *shakes head in wonderment, or something*
Mulciber-notreallythere> Yes. M-Marlene should be able to take care of it when I next see her. *still breathing with difficulty*
Fea-notreallythere> Right. This salve should help a bit, too; 'twas given to me by Irmo himself.
Mulciber-notreallythere> All right. Thank you. C-can I dress now? *hopeful but not showing it*
Fea-notreallythere> *inward!snerk* As I said, the trial is borne. Of course you can.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Thank you. *pulls himself up, clinging to the rope*
Fea-notreallythere> *gets dressed as well, alas*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *pulls his clothes on shakily, then clings to the rope a bit more*
Fea-notreallythere> *watches, eyebrow raised*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *clings for a moment, closing his eyes and -forcing- himself to calm down* *opens his eyes and steps away from it*
Fea-notreallythere> *takes the ropes off then and generally tidies up*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *brushes his (sweaty) hair out of his face and ties it back*
Fea-notreallythere> *would normally offer some sort of refreshment, but is driven to hurry by tired typist*
Mulciber-notreallythere> Right... back now? God I hope Cissa's not there... *wry smile*
Fea-notreallythere> As long as you stay dressed, that should not be too much of a problem, really.
Mulciber-notreallythere> ...Like I'll do that, Lord Feanaro? *more wry*
Fea-notreallythere> *rolls eyes, but in an amused way* That's your own problem, then.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *chuckles* It is/
Mulciber-notreallythere> *.
Fea-notreallythere> Indeed. Very well. *actually holds hand out to M. a rather pretty hand. Which doesn't actually look like the hand of a smith and warrior, but is, as M felt a while ago, rather strong nonetheless, because Elves are just that cool.*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *takes his hand and shakes it firmly, smiling slightly*
Fea-notreallythere> *nods* Right. Go, then.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *nods and does so*
Rated... R, I think. For mild torture and NOT!so mild enjoyment of said torture.
Fea-notreallythere> *leads M somewhere private then, which is not supposed to sound dirty*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *follows, still calm and composed and all that*
Fea-notreallythere> *might sekkritly be impressed by that*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *kind of excited, yes, and hiding it*
Fea-notreallythere> *looking M up and down* Are you certain that you are up for this?
Mulciber-notreallythere> I am.
Fea-notreallythere> Very well.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Do you wish to tie me up, or restrain me in any way? *seemingly careless*
Fea-notreallythere> Willing, and not going to complain afterwards?
Fea-notreallythere> ... we shall see about that.
Mulciber-notreallythere> I am not going to complain, no.
Fea-notreallythere> *slightly amused* Good.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *amused, too* You don't think I can take this, do you?
Fea-notreallythere> I do not know your strength, or lack of it.
Mulciber-notreallythere> I like pain.
Fea-notreallythere> Is that so. Ah, yes, of course. Another Death Eater.
Mulciber-notreallythere> ...I enjoy it more than they do.
Fea-notreallythere> Well, then you might even enjoy this. Good for you.
Fea-notreallythere> Half of the Elves do, so it's not that unusual really.
Mulciber-notreallythere> ...I had no idea. How fascinating.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *bows slightly* I'm ready for whatever you have for me.
Fea-notreallythere> Good. Undress, firstly.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Completely?
Fea-notreallythere> [[he can keep his underpants if they're dark.]]
Mulciber-notreallythere> [[ ...He goes commando XD ]]
Mulciber-notreallythere> *starts pulling off his shirt*
Fea-notreallythere> *isn't actually robed for this, so gets rid of shirt and robes likewise*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *sheds everything, and stands, waiting*
Fea-notreallythere> *still slightly amused* *plucks on M's chest hair, assuming there is some, as that is something he's still rather unused to*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *blinks at him*
Fea-notreallythere> Intriguing. *has, as Mulciber can clearly see if he bothers to look, no hair growing below his eyelashes*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *is a bit intrigued by that, also* I see.
Fea-notreallythere> *at which point me might want to mention that canon claims that Fëa was 'made the mightiest in all parts of body and mind', including beauty, so he should be quite a sight*
Fea-notreallythere> *despite of some rather ugly scars*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *is quite impressed and doing rather a lot to hide it. Being naked is NOT. HELPING.*
Fea-notreallythere> *might be amused by that and is not hiding it much*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *has many awful scars himself, mostly selfinflicted*
Fea-notreallythere> *aren't they a pretty pair.*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *teh precious! XD*
Fea-notreallythere> Right. Firstly, know that this is no punishment, but a test.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *nods* I understand.
Fea-notreallythere> Secondly, and this might be a tad difficult for you to understand, know that the rite's background declares that you do not so much take the pain from me as for me.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *tilts his head, examining Fea* I understand the concept. However, not why.
Fea-notreallythere> Why we are doing this, or why that is the way it is held?
Mulciber-notreallythere> Why I am taking the pain for you?
Mulciber-notreallythere> *.
Fea-notreallythere> The concept is that the one receiving has sworn fealty to the one dealing. Furthermore, it is assumed - theoretically - that the receiving person is in enemy hands, and must now show his loyalty to his lord by bearing the torment without betraying the one. It is slightly complicated. There are many decades of philosophy behind it.
Mulciber-notreallythere> I see. That makes much sense.
Fea-notreallythere> *raises eyebrow*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *shrugs* It does.
Fea-notreallythere> *delighted smirk* Very well. And you have no objections to that idea?
Mulciber-notreallythere> The idea? No. I am not swearing fealty to you, however. Is that strictly neccesary?
Fea-notreallythere> No. 'tis only held as such for the hour of the trial.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Right, then.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Proceed.
Fea-notreallythere> *nods* As you wish.
Fea-notreallythere> *fixes two ropes to the ceiling, one on each side of M* Hold to these; when you can't bear any more, let go.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *is totally relaxed except for the OMFG HE IS SO HOT ness.* *takes hold of the ropes* May I ask you one more thing?
Fea-notreallythere> What?
Mulciber-notreallythere> Hm... *considers for a moment* Is this a test strictly to see how much pain one can take, or to see if one can take a set amount of pain? In other words, do you continue until I let go, or, assuming I don't, will you pick a time to stop?
Fea-notreallythere> The trial usually takes an hour, unless something else is agreed on.
Mulciber-notreallythere> An hour? That's all?
Mulciber-notreallythere> *shrugs* Fair enough, I suppose.
Fea-notreallythere> An hour. Three times, if we stick to the custom.
Mulciber-notreallythere> All right. Go on, then.
Fea-notreallythere> Very well. On your knees, then.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *nods, and goes to his knees, still holding onto the ropes*
Fea-notreallythere> *paces in a circle around him, three rounds* Then be you bound by this hour. The trial has begun.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *closes his eyes, forcing himself to be fully relaxed, and nods again*
Fea-notreallythere> *ponders, briefly* *is going to begin fairly kindly, as, you know, only a test and all that*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *waits, eager and only slightly anxious*
Fea-notreallythere> *has, we assume, brought some stuff he needs with him*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *of course*
Fea-notreallythere> *begins with a birch branch, then, which he uses to whip M's shoulders*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *twitches and gasps as the first blow falls, then forces himself to breathe evenly*
Fea-notreallythere> *hits ten times, then turns towards one arm*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *somewhat obviously aroused, and not planning on letting go anytime soon*
Fea-notreallythere> *after ten times, turns towards the other*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *sighs*
Fea-notreallythere> Bored already?
Mulciber-notreallythere> Enjoying myself, actually.
Fea-notreallythere> *smirks* Well, well.
Mulciber-notreallythere> I did tell you.
Fea-notreallythere> ...yes. And do not speak out of place. *hits harder, the back, this time*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *gasps, and lowers his head so Fea won't see his amused expression*
Fea-notreallythere> *flogs for a while, then switching from birch to, um, let's say willow*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *absolutely no intention of letting go*
Fea-notreallythere> *good.* *flails with willow for a while, then, and then takes up an actual whip, which goes to the front side*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *whimpers happily, savoring the pain*
Fea-notreallythere> *is slightly amused* *also, notices the arousal, I daresay*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *is very aroused, yes. Understatement*
Fea-notreallythere> *more amusion* *might touch,um, arousal with whip accidentally, sorry 'bout that*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *enjoysthatmorezomg*
Fea-notreallythere> *twitch* *...right.* ... *pauses*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *looks up at him*
Fea-notreallythere> *looks down on M, ponderingly*
Fea-notreallythere> My, you do like that. Quite impressive.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *smiles slightly and says nothing*
Fea-notreallythere> *backhands* You take this too easily.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Sorry. *doesn't mean it*
Fea-notreallythere> *picks up on the not-meaning it* So, is that how much your apology is worth?
Mulciber-notreallythere> My apology is worth more. I can't help enjoying this, Lord Feanaro. You can see what it does to me.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *was just being snarky before*
Fea-notreallythere> Indeed.
Fea-notreallythere> *doesn't take well to snark, unfortunately* Hm.
Fea-notreallythere> *gets some more rope*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *watches with interest*
Fea-notreallythere> *binds M's feet, rather tightly, then wraps the rope around his torso a few times, pulling it tight*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *winces because ZOMG ROPE ON CUTS AND OW but yum*
Fea-notreallythere> Right. You can let go, now; if you can't take it anymore, which *curls lip* seems unlikely, you shall be able to tell me so.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *raises an eyebrow* I see. *releases the ropes, then*
Fea-notreallythere> *ties M's hands behind his head, then, securing the arms so they stay up there, and pulls the rope down to his feet, so M kneels arched backwards, which might be rather uncomfortable after a few minutes*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *considers his position* *watches Fea *
Fea-notreallythere> *goes a few steps back and looks at the result of this*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *waits calmly* *except for the eagerness and arousal, etc. Obviously*
Fea-notreallythere> *doesn't appear to be meaning to do more for the moment*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *examines the ceiling*
Fea-notreallythere> *folds arms, watching*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *decides he likes the ceiling and examines Fea*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *likes that too*
Fea-notreallythere> *waits for M to get uncomfortable, really*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *does, after a couple minutes, but doesn't see the good in mentioning it*
Fea-notreallythere> *waits a bit more*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *shifts slightly, but says nothing* *looks around him*
Fea-notreallythere> *notices the shifting, at any rate* *takes one of the candles illumining the room*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *looks back at Fea* *interested and a bit excited*
Fea-notreallythere> *does, obviously, do the obvious*
Fea-notreallythere> *drips hot wax all over excited!M*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *gasps, wincing, then moans*
Fea-notreallythere> *pauses* Too much?
Mulciber-notreallythere> *murmurs* No...
Fea-notreallythere> Very well. *goes on, then*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *moans more and... is aroused more. is actually in pain from being aroused.*
Fea-notreallythere> *puts the candle aside, and takes a torch*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *watches with -more- interest and a bit of apprehension*
Fea-notreallythere> *brings the torch close enough to hurt, but not close enough to really damage*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *winces* *a -lot-*
Fea-notreallythere> *does that with the arms, back, and chest, hopefully not catching the fur on fire*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *whimpers but says nothing, and does not catch fire... yet...*
Fea-notreallythere> *tries that on the soles of the feet*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *bites his lip* *REALLY REALLY REALLY HARD* *nearly bites through it, in fact*
Fea-notreallythere> *puts the torch away, eventually* *takes up another whip, this time one with several lashes*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *is bleeding profusely from his bitten-through lip*
Fea-notreallythere> *whips, then, wth*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *whimpers and moans and generally enjoys, the whipping redoing for his excitement whatever the torch undid*
Fea-notreallythere> *stops, eventually, and undoes the bonds*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *slumps forward, breathing hard*
Fea-notreallythere> *waits, briefly*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *just breathes and tries to calm himself down*
Fea-notreallythere> *watches, still rather amused*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *manages to sit up and looks up at him again*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *graps the ropes for support, and holds on, still watching Fea*
Fea-notreallythere> *amused grin* ... very well. The trial is borne.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Oh, really? That's it?
Fea-notreallythere> That was the first hour. Usually, the trials are on different days, so, for today, that would be it.
Mulciber-notreallythere> I see.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *looks down at himself* ...Cissa will be displeased.
Fea-notreallythere> Indeed, there is hardly a point in continuing this at all, though.
Mulciber-notreallythere> ...What do you think of me now?
Fea-notreallythere> *bites lip* ... that is why I asked about magical healing.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *raises an eyebrow*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *nods*
Mulciber-notreallythere> And don't bite your lip. *lets go of the rope and gestures to his own*
Fea-notreallythere> Hah! A good question. I wonder whether to take this as a sign of your valour, or of your depravity.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *starts laughing*
Fea-notreallythere> *curls lip* That is entirely my decision, all right? I do not bite it nearly as hard as you seem to have done.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *blinks, then realizes what he said and starts laughing again* Sorry... habit.
Fea-notreallythere> *snorts* You should follow your own advice, then.
Fea-notreallythere> Well. What to do with you now?
Mulciber-notreallythere> I should. Er... would you object to cleaning me up a bit so Cissa doesn't panic immediately?
Fea-notreallythere> *raises eyebrow*
Mulciber-notreallythere> If she sees me bleeding she'll be upset.
Fea-notreallythere> *does, however, get a bucket of water and some cloth*
Mulciber-notreallythere> Thank you.
Fea-notreallythere> *nods* *begins cleaning up still kneeling!M (or so we assume), not too gently, but not, actually, too roughly, either*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *still kneeling, yes* *closes his eyes as Fea cleans him up* Do you want to finish it, then, or have I proven myself?
Fea-notreallythere> *sighs* I suppose I shall take this as proof enough. I wouldn't want to upset your lady too often, now.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Thank you. I'd rather not upset her too much, either.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Do you still hate me, then?
Fea-notreallythere> *still amused* I suppose not. *dabbing at little cuts in unspeakable places*
Mulciber-notreallythere> Really? *raises an eyebrow and tries not to notice the dabbing*
Fea-notreallythere> You have, at the very least, shown willing. Also brave, but I am not quite sure whether that is indeed to be seen as an accomplishment, considering the circumstances. But, well. I still think you are a fool, and rather depraved. But. I suppose I shall have to respect you.
Mulciber-notreallythere> That's a bit of a relief.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Thank you/
Fea-notreallythere> *shakes head* I truly wonder why you care about what I think of you. Except for the part, of course, where I am the center of the universe. But.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Does it really matter?
Fea-notreallythere> Precisely. So, why do you care?
Mulciber-notreallythere> *sigh* I told you, I respect you.
Fea-notreallythere> *gets out the remains of the salve Irmo left for Dol and Rosier, back then* *salves the wounds, which is a smart move, because that's one concentrated healing concoction*
Fea-notreallythere> Still, most people would not be willing to bear this out of mere respect.
Mulciber-notreallythere> It will make things easier not to have you hate me, for one thing.
Fea-notreallythere> What things? *massaging the salve in, whee*
Mulciber-notreallythere> Life in general.
Mulciber-notreallythere> It'll make Cissa happier, and Lady Nerdanel.
Mulciber-notreallythere> And I really -do- dislike being hated. *tryingnottoenjoythattoomuchandFAILING*
Fea-notreallythere> *did we mention how pretty he is?* *takes care of the chest, now*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *is totally failing, and still painfully aroused, and this is NOT. HELPING.* *but yes* So... those things.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *having a bit of difficulty breathing*
Fea-notreallythere> *slightly worried* Are you quite all right? *actually guesses what the problem is, but is SO not going to help with that*
Mulciber-notreallythere> ...Yes. I'm fine. Just mental. *deepbreath*
Fea-notreallythere> *smirks* *keeps dabbing and salving and being just generally unbearably pretty*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *strained* Are you doing this on purpose?
Fea-notreallythere> *smirks more* Possibly.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *plaintively and breathlessly* ...Why?
Fea-notreallythere> 'tis intriguing.
Mulciber-notreallythere> ...You're damn good at torture, you know. *trying not to start shaking*
Fea-notreallythere> I really should not take that as a compliment.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *gasping* Probably not. Are you nearly done?
Fea-notreallythere> Quite. When would this be healed, by your standards?
Mulciber-notreallythere> It would take... a couple weeks without help. *clinging to a rope*
Fea-notreallythere> Truly? *shakes head in wonderment, or something*
Mulciber-notreallythere> Yes. M-Marlene should be able to take care of it when I next see her. *still breathing with difficulty*
Fea-notreallythere> Right. This salve should help a bit, too; 'twas given to me by Irmo himself.
Mulciber-notreallythere> All right. Thank you. C-can I dress now? *hopeful but not showing it*
Fea-notreallythere> *inward!snerk* As I said, the trial is borne. Of course you can.
Mulciber-notreallythere> Thank you. *pulls himself up, clinging to the rope*
Fea-notreallythere> *gets dressed as well, alas*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *pulls his clothes on shakily, then clings to the rope a bit more*
Fea-notreallythere> *watches, eyebrow raised*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *clings for a moment, closing his eyes and -forcing- himself to calm down* *opens his eyes and steps away from it*
Fea-notreallythere> *takes the ropes off then and generally tidies up*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *brushes his (sweaty) hair out of his face and ties it back*
Fea-notreallythere> *would normally offer some sort of refreshment, but is driven to hurry by tired typist*
Mulciber-notreallythere> Right... back now? God I hope Cissa's not there... *wry smile*
Fea-notreallythere> As long as you stay dressed, that should not be too much of a problem, really.
Mulciber-notreallythere> ...Like I'll do that, Lord Feanaro? *more wry*
Fea-notreallythere> *rolls eyes, but in an amused way* That's your own problem, then.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *chuckles* It is/
Mulciber-notreallythere> *.
Fea-notreallythere> Indeed. Very well. *actually holds hand out to M. a rather pretty hand. Which doesn't actually look like the hand of a smith and warrior, but is, as M felt a while ago, rather strong nonetheless, because Elves are just that cool.*
Mulciber-notreallythere> *takes his hand and shakes it firmly, smiling slightly*
Fea-notreallythere> *nods* Right. Go, then.
Mulciber-notreallythere> *nods and does so*