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The Diva Overmind was laying on her chaise, wearing www.dresseslife.com/images/dress131238.jpg . Her bare, slender leg was curled up on top of her other leg, exposed through a long slit in her gown. She had two Lessers waving fans at her, the other Lessers having just left momentarily ago after having finished her finger and toe nails. Freya felt rather relaxed, certainly pampered. Her emerald eyes gazed at her nails, her hand held out and fingers bent. Her ruby lips were pursed, happy with the job the mindless walking dead did. For thoughtless creatures, they could do a good job at the things she wanted... of course, after lots of practice, but still. She brought her hand to her hair and brushed her fingers through her long, wavy locks, which were smooth and silky. Freya smiled.
"Today has been rather nice," she reflected out loud, looking satisfied. "No errors, nothing having gotten out of place, my nails done, my hair and dress perfect, and the new gowns came in.... Such a good day~"
Of course, while she had just been pampered, the Diva wanted to be pampered some more. It was simply in her nature. She never could have enough spoiling~ Freya wanted a massage... and perhaps a little something else. A smirk pulled at her lips.
"Oooh Delta, darliiiiiinnnnnggggg~!" Freya called in a sing-song voice, wanting her Reaver to come to her. She wanted his strong hands to relax her body.... and to eventually excite it. "I neeeeeeeeeed yoooouuuuuu~!"
The day was perfect in his eyes, a little too bright for his tastes. It was too sunny, even if the clouds were behind the overcast of clouds. For that reason, Delta decided to stay inside most of the day, having been sorting his collection of eyes and hearts. He was thrilled to see that many of them were beginning to rot, showing how long he had them for. It made the Reaver extremely proud of himself. Yet, it also disappointed him that they looked so dull...
He softly sighed, shaking his head before turning his attention to the row of eyes. The colors were still as bright as he took them. The blues and greens were his favorite. They were so colorful.The red ones from the Lessers were alright, just not as lovely.
Delta breathed out a bothersome rasp, staring in the direction of the call. His mistress....With a huff, Delta quietly placed the eyes back in its case, shoving it into his resting place. Calmly, the male breathed out a breath to steady himself before he slowly walked in the direction of the call.
His mistress was laying sprawled as she usually did, visibly beaming and happy. Delta took that as a good sign, for he rather not deal with her temper today. Quietly coming over, his feet barely making a sound as he came in front of the woman.
"Yes Miss Freya?" He asked softly, his raspy voice worn with lack of use over the years. He didn't mind though. It gave sort of an evil vibe didn't it?
Freya knew it was going to take her Reaver a while to arrive. He always took his time. She figured he was in his room, playing with his grotesque items, the trophies he took from his prey. The woman was sure it was unhealthy, certainly revolting, but... she shrugged... as long as he got the job done, did as she said, and pleased her whenever she asked, she could care less what he did in his spare time, even if it meant leaving her and being alone (which he seemed to love to do.) She personally just did not want to see his items and what he did with them. She was too refined for that.
The Overmind smiled when Delta walked in, her eyes drooping and giving him a delighted expression. Her hand was held out, motioning for him to take it and go beside her. Freya sat up, still staying comfortable, of course.
“Love, would you mind giving me a massage?” she asked him, pursing her lips. “You know how I adore them after having my nails done. I like to have all of that... tension completely taken away. Won't you do it for me, Delta? Pleeease?” At the word tension, it was implied, like always, that she probably wouldn't mind the massage with a little something extra (a.k.a. sex).
Delta glanced at his mistress, slowly taking her hand in his coming to stand next to her as she requested. He was never fond of being around her or others, for many reasons. He just hated people...people always did something stupid. He felt a shiver run down his spine at the thought, but kept it at bay or time being.
"You know how I feel about that Freya. You know how..." He sighed, forcing himself to not go into an upset rant at her. Sighing softly, he quietly nodded after a moment. "But because you asked...I will. Where would you like me to begin?" He softly asked, swallowing to clear his raspy throat.
Delta was still getting use to the idea of someone actually caring about him. He swore that she would merely shove him to the side eventually, or kill him. He knew her well enough to expect it. Because that was the way she was. She got bored easily...so eventually she'll get board with him. He shuddered at the idea breathing out a breath, to calm his mind.
He snorted though at her hidden meaning. He did not like that type of physical contact. Not one bit. Delta rolled his eyes in reply, shaking his head. No. He was not doing that. Not without a fight or a struggle anyway...
Freya almost always had to guilt her Reaver into doing things. She knew he did not like taking her orders and was not exactly fond of her, but she did not mind. The Diva, while she discarded even dumber Lessers and humans when they displeased her or needed to do so, would not get rid of her Reaver, even though he thought she would . Freya had feelings for Delta. She was very fond of him, despite his faults, like not speaking unless spoken to, his general distaste for people, and the look of annoyance in her eyes whenever she sang (which, of course, only made her sing louder and more frequently.)
The Diva pouted her lips. Her Reaver hated giving massages, but she loved them and what she wanted overruled everything else, a fact they both knew. “Oh please, darling? My muscles are sooo tense~”
The female smiled in delight when he agreed. Her hand clasped with his, having the back of his hand rub her cheek. “Oh, I knew you would~ You are such a dear~”
Freya released his hand and turned, going on her stomach. Her legs went up, her feet waving in the air and brushing against each other.
“I was hoping you could start with my back and then you could do my shoulders. I shall be sure sit up for the last bit to make it easier for you,” Freya said, her voice elegant but also playful and delighted.
She heard his snort and knew her hidden implication of having sex with her did not go over with him. He could not stand that sort of thing. But, being a Diva, she always got what she wanted. And, being an Overmind of lust, she would get sex whenever she wanted. It was all apart of her internal rules. Freya figured he would resist, but she was excellent in seduction and, if that didn't work, she could simply just order him to pleasure her. Of course, she would prefer to not have to do that latter since she liked it when he and others were willing, but she would make him if she had to. So Freya simply smiled at him, emerald eyes playful and mischievous, as if saying “Challenge accepted.”
She was a very determined woman, that much the Reaver noticed in his time of being with her. He felt her hand let go of his, letting him readjusted his his standing position before slowly walking over to be standing next to her as she rolled over.
"I was hoping you could start with my back and then you could do my shoulders. I shall be sure sit up for the last bit to make it easier for you."
Delta nodded softly in reply muttering an "Yes Freya" before he knelled next to her on one knee, cracking his fingers. He showed a little amount of distaste on his face, but didn't voice is complaints. He gently smirked though, beginning to slowly massage her back muscles with his hands, having been doing it enough to figure out what she likes, and what she doesn't.
He purposely went a little harder on her back then he should of, deciding that he since he wasn't in the best mood he would take it out on his mistress. Boy, was he going to to suffer for that. "I hope you are aware that I was playing with eyes before you called me....and I never washed my hands." He added quietly, his raspy voice giving a chuckle.
Delta stared at her, raising an eyebrow at her challenge. Well, now this will be interesting. He didn't voice his surprise though, merely giving a chuckle. How amusing...and interesting.
When she felt the weight of her Reaver go next to her, the chaise cushion going down, the female Overmind smiled. First the massage, then the sex. That was her plan, even if her Reaver didn't want it to go that way. Freya closed her eyes, letting out a rather... sensuous breathy moan when he began rubbing her back. She hoped it made him feel a little uncomfortable... and perhaps a bit of something else. A thought sparked in her mind that could make him feel discomfort even more, while also helping with the massage.
Her cheek nuzzled into the lush pillow, relaxing, as she drawled, “Mmm... you know, Delta dear, you ought to unzip my gown. You will be able to get to the muscles in my back more easily. It will be more smooth.”
This would irk the Reaver more, that she knew. But it was all for the greater good (for her, of course.) The Overmind's brows furrowed slightly, the massage a little rougher than usual. She figured it was Delta's way of getting her back.
Freya refused to let him get satisfaction that it was bothering her, so she retaliated by letting out another satisfied moan and said, “Very good, darling~ Your hands are so strong. A little to the left please.”
The Overmind could take a little bit of his force if it meant getting what she wanted. She could punish him later for it... and what she had in mind after the massage would do rather nicely. The woman suddenly tensed. He had been playing with....?! Freya felt her OCD start to kick in and she felt her normally quiet temper start to rise. The Overmind tried to calm it, knowing from the start that was what he had been doing. She took a deep, shaky breath through her teeth, making her body relax once more.
“I shall let it slip this time, love,” Freya said in a calm, yet warning voice, “but be sure to make sure you are completely clean next time. Understand?”
Even though he angered her, she made herself think of her goal. It helped settle her down. Yes, her original plan would still follow through. No matter how much Delta tried to stop it.
Delta focused on his hands, and act, slowly trying to undo the knots in her back. He was not happy about this at all. It was beyond words even, well...he didn't speak often to begin with. He growled under his breath, hearing her words, stopping his massage for a moment.
He had to focus, and keep focus. He couldn't show his temper, not yet of course. She was extremely stubborn today...not something he was looking forward too. "Mistress..." He warned back, not amused by where this was going. But he couldn't do anything about it. No matter how much he hoped, he just couldn't. He breathed in a deep breath before letting it go.
Doing as she requested, getting the bothersome zipper out of the way, he slowly moved his hands more on her back, and toward the left. He kept it calm, but he gave a smirk at her tense and words. She hated him not being clean, or not cleaning up anything. She hated it. So he did it on regular bases. "...Yes Freya." He whispered, going back, putting harder pressure on her sides. He would not let her win this challenge.
He will not let her have him tonight. Not without a fight anyway.
His unhappiness about massaging her amused the Overmind immensely. Freya could sense his anger at her for telling him to unzip her dress, a half-smirk tugging at a corner of her lips. She pouted for her Reaver.
“Pleeeeeaaaaaase~” Freya whined a little, her eyes looking back at him, fluttering a bit. He hated her doing that too, hence why she loved doing it so much. Her Delta was so easy to annoy and he was so entertained when irritated. Although, she did wish he could show some joy... excluding when he killed and tortured people. Freya hoped to be able to eventually be able to make him smile. It would all take due time though.
The Overmind gave a small grin which she smothered with the pillow when he unzipped her dress, her smooth back becoming exposed to Delta.
“Mmm...” she moaned in satisfaction, emphasizing it a bit too much.
Freya closed her eyes and huffed. “Good boy,” she said, knowing that would make him angry by showing her superiority. Freya did not normally do that much, but she was irked by him and he knew better.
The female pressed her lips together when he applied more pressure, his intense strength slightly showing through. They both knew he was much, much stronger than she was, but she was his Mistress and he had to obey her. That was the tradeoff. While the strength he was using made her wince a little, knowing the fact that he was so much stronger than she was attracted her. Delta was determined that she would not have his body that night, while she was also determined that she would have him. They both knew she always got what she wanted, it was just that Delta needed to accept that fact. Once he did, they could both take pleasure, instead of just her. The Overmind wanted that. Her eyes opened and she turned her head toward him.
“My back feels much better now, darling,” she said, her emerald eyes signaling for him to stop. “You can move to my shoulders now.”
Freya lifted up and sat up straight. The strap of her gown fell down, her dress barely being held up over her breasts. Her eyes looked at him playfully, a smile on her lips.
Delta continued the massage, keeping his movements steady and calm. But inside he was fuming. He didn't really understand how he became her Reaver. But he choose to not to let it bother him too much. Delta sighed out a breath, stopping when she told him so.
Delta dragged his fingers threw his hair, closing his eyes in deep thought. He didn't know what to think, or how to act at the moment. All he knew was he was pissed off. She was so stubborn for her own good. And that really pissed him off sometimes. And a pissed off Reaver was not a good thing. Nope, not one bit.
Delta opened his eyes giving a grumble at the site of her almost bare chest. Yes, he felt the emotion of want, and lust threw his undead form, but he didn't like that sort of contact. Sex was not something he really liked. It seemed worthless too him, for you had to get close to the person. And the let the person inside you...so to speak. He shuddered at the thought. He couldn't stand that; it felt him feel so weak. "Freya...stop this. He whispered softly, breathing out a breath in response. His hands moved resting on her shoulders beginning to try and massage them next. Why did he see this not going as planned?