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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:23 PM Post #226 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Fri Apr 18, 2008 12:26 pm Mirtha Mirtha closed his eyes as she responded to his caress and kiss... her tongue caressing his slowly, but enough to make him feel warm inside, his groin already reacting to close contact with her. He was not aware of the tears going down her face, cause he was so occupaied with his own feelings and doings... his need for woman's body. It was Thorn to wake those feelings in him. He as all men needed sex... he wanted it, but before the night with Thorn he had not thought of it. It was Thorn to make him feel this need and... wine... He was drunk, not strongly and not enough, but enough for him not to care for anything and anybody. He was not aware that Ione did not want the contact... her body was responding to him, does it not? It had to mean she wanted this also. When he put her on a chair and kneeled in front of her his hand went to her breast and touched it trought material even if her tick cloak was on her still. Only after a moment of kissing her lips and caressing her breast Mirtha took breath in and looked into her eyes. There was a sparkle of wetness in them... Traces of tears and his smile slipped away and frown replaiced it. His hand slipped slowly from her brest to her shoulder and his eyes went down. Did he hurt her? He should not care... He needed this! But something inside his heart told him to slow things down... Tears upon her face surprised him. His eyes went down to look upon her arms holding her own body in that protective matter. Then back to her face. His other hand went to her cheek and corners of his mouth twitched. "I won't hurt you..." he whispered trying to sound gentle, but with his accent and harshness of his voice it was difficult to sound gently. He would not ask of her anything else than his release.. nothing more. He just needed to feel woman's body.. He just needed this warmth... he needed sex. He wanted it. "I need this." he added silently, but still looking into her eyes.. not pleading.. but with need evident in his eyes. He did not want to say that she was the only woman around him right now.. nor that he had no coin for wenches or whores... He won't say it, even if it was truth. In fact he felt atrackted to her not only because she was the only woman in this place at this time... He needed Ione right now... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:23 PM Post #227 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Fri Apr 18, 2008 12:32 pm Tatiana
Seeing him standing at the doorway, Tatiana left her chair and walked over towards him. "I'm good with herbs and could help you with your cold." She offered glancing up into his dark brown eyes with her hazel ones. "I'm Tatiana and you are?" She said introducing herself to him. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:25 PM Post #228 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Fri Apr 18, 2008 1:47 pm Ione Ione sat in the chair just as he had set her. She had tried not to, but his demanding mouth coaxed the kiss from her. Mirtha's tongue danced with hers senuously caressing it, and coaxing it. Ione whimpered softly: the craving her body was beginning to show. The young weaver left the tears flow knowing Mirtha felt nothing for her, but that she was availible to what he needed. Mirtha broke the contact with her lips and knelt in front of her, and a strong rough hand went to her breast which perked at his touch even if it was through the cloak, then he kissed her again...the cloak slowly fell from her shoulders. She heard the brooch fall to the floor and wondered if the clasp had come undone.... 'Mirtha....' Ione whispered still feeling his hand on her slowly arousing breast. She saw him looking at how her arms had protectivly tried to hold her now sagging cloak about her slender form...his mouth twitched. Ione moved slightly, and her arms dropped to the arms of the chair....he would eventually get what he wanted whether he had her permission or not, so for her own safety, she finally left her body give in to what he wanted. Shifting her position in the chair, she faced him more...her facial features relaxed a bit.
...Mirtha's voice had taken on a harsh tone...with a demand of sorts. To ask what he wanted would have been a lame question indeed. In her mind, Ione took herself back to the homestead and the night she and Javier consumated their love. Mirtha was drunk and did not care, so why should he care if it hurt her or not? "What do you want...me to do for you?" It was not a naieve question. Did he want her for the night, or just someone to keep up in the loft to satisfy his lust? Images drifted into her mind of being tied to the chair, or being threatened if she did not return every night to him.... Ione shuddered.
Ione understood now. He needed her. Mirtha wanted her body for the night, or for other nights as well? shyly, Ione stood from the chair, and left the cloak slide from her shoulders to reveal the dress she wore underneath. Ione moved slowly back to the chair wondering if this was what he wanted to see...With Javier, making love seemed so natural, so she was not sure that what she was doing was what Mirtha wanted her to do... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:26 PM Post #229 |
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Author: Lancelot Date: Fri Apr 18, 2008 2:54 pm Lancelot
Lancelot pursed his lips, but mock-bowed back at Neeve from his seated position. "I am quite persuasive when I wish to be, my lady, as you know." He allowed his sharp face to transform into the one he used to seduce - it came naturally, even though he was exhausted and worried. His full lips spread into a smile - which disappeared under a grunt at Arthur's comment.
Lancelot felt the warmth that radiated from Arthur's hand - it was hotter than normal, but he merely retuned the other man's gentle touch, and tried to smile reassuringly. "You should know better than that, my friend," he murmured in reply. "I am already invested." Too much, too strongly invested. It is too strange - and by Hadrian's balls, I wish I were not.
Lancelot handed up the bowl she'd given him earlier, and nodded emphatically at her words to Arthur. And of course, the commander answered in typical Arthur fashion, despite his obvious pain and freshly stitched injury.
And then the Roman wobbled while trying to get up and cursed under his breath. Lancelot pshhhhhhawed, and stood up, crossing his arms over his borrowed tunic. "Oh yes you damn well can, Castus. What am I? A pretty face to tend your wounds? I am your second - I can see Merlin in your stead." Lancelot tried to keep the darkness off his face at the mention of the Woad leader's name, but he had a feeling it wasn't working. "I promise I won't kill him outright." |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:27 PM Post #230 |
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Author: lady ione Daet: Fri Apr 18, 2008 4:08 pm Brendyn The young woman he was now conversing with had stood from her chair, and walked toward him. Brendyn turned his head and sneezed, then looked down at the delicate creature that stood before him. Brendyn noted how the early evening glow of the fort produced by the tourches reflected in the woman's long copper hair....
Brendyn smiled at her, "Then I would be greatful for your ministrations, though I do not want to keep you from wherever you were going..." He stepped out into the snowy night. As a child, he had loved snow, but now, it was still fun...though a neusance at times as it was damned hard to fight in, and made folks catch chills and other maladies. But there was a good side, and one that Brendyn liked best: Warmed spiced wine, a roaring fire and good conversation and song in front of the fire. Those memories were long past... Looking into her eyes, the young Briton said softly, 'I am going to my quarters...would you mind tending to me there? Are you coming then?' It had been foreward of him to ask as some women would have gotten the wrong idea, but if this woman had a cure for his cold, then he would take her help...
Brendyn turned to the doorway she had spoken from noting how her eyes glinted in the light, "I am called, Brendyn, m'lady. Where are you from Tatiana?" Had he forgotten his manners so soon? Walking back to where she stood, Brendyn offered Tatiana his hand to escourt her in a courtly manner... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:29 PM Post #231 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Fri Apr 18, 2008 7:22 pm Tatiana
"Good, then its settled. I was just going for a little walk but I can do that later." Tatiana replied nodding, the light from the torches sparkling in her hazel eyes, giving them a slightly mischievious look.
"That'll be fine, sir soldier" The young lady commented. Then thinking about it, Tatiana said"Actually, that would be a very good place to do it too, as these herbs have a side effect of inviting drowsiness and sleep once they're taken." She warned him
"Brendyn..That's a very unique name. It suits you." She replied tilting her head to the side after hearing his name. "I'm from the village, just a little ways off from here." Tatiana said placing her tiny hand into his much bigger one. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:32 PM Post #232 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Fri Apr 18, 2008 7:50 pm Merlin
"There's nothing I'd like better," Merlin whispered in answer, his eyes locked with Juna's. Confidence was flowing back into him now, and by this point he could dismiss his earlier uncertainty as a mere aberration. It had been surprising- if gratifying- to hear Juna's sudden outpouring of candidness - but it had done the job. He was so used to thinking of her as reserved, cool, a bit hard to approach; such a declaration as she had just made seemed a little out of place- but it was right. It fit, and the Woad leader was too accustomed to going along with the signs the Gods showed him, unusual or not, to argue with it. Relieved and contented, he pulled her in back against his side, kissing the top of her head again. It hardly seemed real, all this- it was so sudden. But it was right. At the door of his small shelter, set under a group of pine trees that kept the rain and snow off as well as anything in the camp, Merlin pushed back the curtain, ushering Juna in with a slight pressure on her back, then turned immediately to the jug of water that stood next to the door, along with a wooden bowl for washing. It was nearly dark inside the hut, the only light the firelight coming in through the chinks between the branches that made up the walls- but Merlin knew exactly where everything was. Crouching down, he poured some of the water into the bowl with a soft, liquid sound, then scrubbed a couple of handfuls of it across his face and lower arms, hoping to get off the last traces of the blue paint that he had adorned himself with that morning, when he had prepared for battle. There was little enough of it left now- but it felt better to make sure he was clean. Reaching for his rough towel with one hand, he caught Juna's with the other and guided her over in the direction of the water bowl. She was still standing right next to him- in the tiny shelter, there was really nowhere else to go, save the bed itself. "Here- if you need to wash," he offered politely. He blotted at his face and arms, set the towel in her other hand, so that she would know where it was, and then scooted a bit backwards- which in the crowded quarters, put him sitting on the edge of the bed of pine boughs covered with furs. He sat there, propping his chin in his hands, and regarded her dark silhouette for a moment. "Tell me something about you I don't know," he ordered, his head tilted thoughtfully to the side, ready to absorb whatever information she chose to impart. Linnesse
"Oh, my..." Linnesse had no words. His father? The Saxon King was- or had been- Derfel's father? How awful! Linnesse's mouth dropped a little open, and she shook her head as if to deny it, as if she could take back what she had just heard. "Derfel, that must have been..." Seemingly given a new energy by disbelief and concern, Linnesse struggled upwards, propping herself up on one elbow, and cupping his cheek with the other hand- but he seemed reluctant to raise his eyes and look at her. Worriedly, she slid that hand around to the back of his shoulders, resting it on the back of his neck, and leaned over to kiss his forehead. "...absolutely horrible...but- they recognized you, after all this time?" She retreated, still shaking her head and lay down again- she didn't have the strength to maintain that position for long. Already the muscles of the arm she had propped herself on shook slightly- it was a relief to flop back down, but still, she instantly reached for Derfel's most convenient hand and pressed it between hers, lightly stroking the smooth skin at the back of it with her thumb. "How awful that you had to see that, that you had to..." she broke off, shaking her head, not knowing what else to say. Enemy the King might have been, but for Derfel to find out it was his father, too? It must have torn his heart in two. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:33 PM Post #233 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Fri Apr 18, 2008 9:09 pm Mordred Idleness to a man whose time was limited and patience was thinning was an evil to be reckoned with. There had been talk - well, whispers in the dark really, rumors even - that Arthur's condition was equivalent to that of a wounded animal on its last leg. He was doing poorly, probably even virtually defenseless on his own, but could such an enlightenment benefit Mordred's homicidal disposition any? Of course not. Arthur still had his people - most likely his dark-maned whore and the absurd excuse for a First Knight - much too close at hand. No, even now as Mordred could sample the thought of the sweet sting of vengeance on the tip of his tongue, his blood-lust could still not be quenched. Arthur Castus remained untouchable. For now. Mordred had to give the Optio credit where credit was due. His plan to demote Castus was promising. And, as soon as his dear half-brother was without Excalibur and his precious little pets, Mordred would have Arthur at his feet begging for a swift death, a swift death that would never be obliged. All Mordred had suffered since conception would be mercilessly administered onto Arthur like no fucking pain he ever knew existed. The conspiracies disappeared from inside of the knight's mug, and he lifted it to his lips and downed the rest of it. He rested a hand at his thigh, turning slightly in his seat, and directed his attention toward a pretty blonde serving wench not far away. His penetrating eyes caught hers, silently coaxing her away from her current customer with their dark mystique. The knight needn't do anything more to attract her, for she was already approaching him. Mordred cocked his head to the side assessingly, and gave her a charming smile. He could see the rise and fall of her flushed bosom quicken as she stared starry-eyed into the bottomless depths of his eyes. She chewed on her bottom lip anxiously, gave a giddy giggle, and then took his empty mug to refill it. As soon as she returned with his ale, Mordred dropped a couple of coins into her palm. He winked at her, and then paid her no more heed, turning back to his ale. The wench - still young enough to not know how to even attempt the affections of someone obviously uninterested in her - pouted her bottom lip and left looking a bit deflated. Obviously she had been expecting more from him this night. Women were asinine. They would always be captivated by Mordred's mysterious, but also sometimes charming nature. They would always be interested. But, he never would be, at least not on an emotional scale. Mordred was like any other man with needs to fulfill, and he had seen to himself just the other night with that fragile flower of a girl. He fucked women only for the sake of hopefully gaining useful knowledge from them, like with Rowan. In Mari's case, he had fucked her for the sake of dominance. By Mordred's standards, she had only ranked as a worthless fluke. What could he say? He had simply been astronomically bored that day. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:35 PM Post #234 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sat Apr 19, 2008 10:22 am Malcus Barbattus As the woman squealed and squeezed her legs about his waist, Malcus moaned with pleasure as he felt the familiar, satisfying feeling of butterflies flitting about in his abdomen. He bared down and locked his hips, waiting until his body stopped convulsing. The spent commander relished the aftershocks of his orgasm and didn't withdraw himself from the woman beneath him until he was sure there were no more. Once he was convinced that all was finished, he removed himself and kissed the woman who looked like she'd found the stairway to heaven. "Well done, milady," Barbattus said as he rolled away and lay facing her with a smile. The woman, breathing heavily, smiled in return. "Thank you," she said lovingly, "you too". Malcus suppressed a chuckle. He knew he was a superior lover. He enjoyed giving pleasure almost more than receiving it. But once he was done, he was done. Not one to enjoy the inevitable talk that usually followed sex, his mind began racing trying to think of way to get away from the woman as quickly as possible. Barbattus faked a yawn and stretched, then got quickly out of bed and began to dress. "Er, you can stay here the night if you like," the lady suggested hopefully. Suddenly unsure of herself, she pulled the bed slip up around her ample bosom which just moments previously had been suckled and coddled. "I'm sorry dear lady, but I sleep much better in my own bed and I have a very early morning tomorrow," the commander said pulling his tunic over his head. "Oh," she replied, realizing there would be no more for her that night. When he finished dressing, Malcus leaned over and kissed her softly again, leaving coins on her bedside table. "It was my pleasure," he said as he straightened and turned toward the door. The woman didn't know what to say except, "mine too." Securing his cloak around his shoulders, the commander opened the door and stepped out into the cold, snowy night. Now that Malcus had taken care of his lust, there was one thing that he'd forgotten to do earlier. Instead of heading to his quarters, the commander headed toward the dungeons to check on Arthur's prisoner. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:36 PM Post #235 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sat Apr 19, 2008 10:44 am Brendyn Brendyn waited for Tatiana to exit the tavern, letting the door close behind her, and waited for her to take his arm. He had always thought that it was common politeness to escourt a lady anywhere as protection as well as company...
A walk. It sounded so inviting except that he had been ordered to bed and to rest. Still, it was like a walk since they were going from the tavern to his quarters. Tatiana took his hand and they talked as they made their way to the young soldier's quarters. He had converesed with a few women, but had never been a great conversationalist with women....they always left him tongue tied. "Actually, now that things are quiet, it will be a good walk from here to the quarters," Brendyn gave her a tired smile, though deep inside, Malcus's anger still bothered him....
"You can just call me Brendyn, Tatiana," There was a pause. "So you deal in herbs then?" The young man could not believe his fortune at finding someone to tend to his cold for him. He hated being sick as it always made him feel weak and helpless. They entered his quarters, Brendyn stepping side to let Tatiana go in first, then he followed closing the door behind him. He turned and took the drenched cloak off, hanging it to dry on a peg next to the door. Looking at Tatiana, he asked, "Can I hang your cloak up to dry as well?" He wagered that there was a slender figure under that cloak. Looking into her eyes, Brendyn said, "I am from the coast of Brittany and joined the legion there. I am a lancarii which is part of the Roman cavalery." |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:38 PM Post #236 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Sat Apr 19, 2008 1:09 pm Tatiana
"Yes. Herbs, poltices. Things of that nature." Tatiana replied in reply to his query.
"Yes, please. Brendyn. Thank you." The young girl replied graciously after reaching up with one slender hand to her throat to undo the stays that bound her cloak around her, revealing a petite form in a tan tunic and trews with brown leggings and ankle-high boots hidden underneath it. Handing it over to him, a shy grin appeared as her hazel eyes came in contact with his dark blue ones.
Hearing where he came from, her heart went out to him in sympathy for being so far away from his homeland, but didn't say anything verbally lest she accidently cause him to feel homesick, so she let her eyes show how she felt instead. "Brendyn, do you have a spare cup with water or other liquid that I could use?" She asked while pulling a small drawstring bag out of a pocket on her outfit. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:39 PM Post #237 |
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Author: linnet Date: Sat Apr 19, 2008 1:41 pm Juna After Merlin guided her into his shelter, Juna stood a few steps inside the small area, hoping her vision would adjust to the dark. She couldn’t yet see any of the contents or accurately tell how far she was from anything. But she could sense how confined the space was. It gave her an uncomfortable closed in feeling that she hoped would pass when her eyes dilated. It also made her feel rather abashed at the relative wealth of space she was allowed in her own shelter.
She had cleaned the mess of her day’s work from her hands and arms and face earlier in the evening. But she bent toward the bowl and splashed some of the very cold fresh water over her face, thinking it would feel nice. A shiver ran down her back as the icy water refreshed her senses. She tossed her head back to shake the hair away from her face and used the towel Merlin had handed her to blot her face and dry her hands. “Thank you,” she said turning around for the first time. “That felt good.” She could see him sitting, looking at her. She smiled, and felt more comfortable as the few things in the shelter became somewhat visible, making the space around her expand.
The question caught Juna totally off guard. She looked at him thoughtfully to judge his intention, and her stomach churned a little as she tried to think quickly. Until last night with Adian she never talked about herself here, and even with his coaxing, she had simply told the young man that her life was not interesting and that she longed to see the ocean. What could she possibly tell Merlin? Her favorite color? Where she liked to go for long walks? Banal choices certainly. What her name had been before the Woads took her? This last thought made her remember something however that she hadn’t even thought about in a very long time. She took two steps to where Merlin sat and kneeled down facing him, then sat back with her hands resting on her knees. “I know how to read and write in the language of the Romans,” she said somewhat tentatively.She was certain he didn’t know that. No one here did. She watched his face to see if he would want to learn how she had gotten this ability, so useless in her life among his people. She didn’t feel it would be right to assume he would want to know, especially since he must be very tired. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:40 PM Post #238 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sat Apr 19, 2008 2:20 pm Merlin
"You do?" Merlin sat up straighter on the edge of the bed, his eyes widening as he studied her intently. That was a most unexpected statement for her to make. Merlin had thought- and with reason, of course- that there were none among his people who possessed that skill. They had intercepted messengers before, and fairly regularly, but if what they carried was written- well, the significance of it would never be known. Until now. Juna, it seemed, could unlock those messages for them, read the meaning in those little circles and angular marks. "The Gods really did send you," he continued, shaking his head wonderingly, and shifting towards her a little. There was an errant strand of dark hair slipping down almost over her eye, and he reached out and smoothed it solicitously back into place, the movement very gentle, as though she needed to be taken care of. "How did you learn?" he asked curiously, sitting back up again. That any one of his people- or indeed the people of Juna's birth- had managed to learn that skill was nothing less than a miracle. Surely no Roman would teach them- to them, all who followed the old ways were enemies, no matter if they made open war on the Romans or not. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:41 PM Post #239 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Sat Apr 19, 2008 2:27 pm Mirtha
The need of having sex was slowly taking control over him... more and more. With her voice sounding in his ears Mirtha let out a silent grunt. Her body was reacting to him, but there was so much of uncertainty in her voice.. While he looked in her eyes though he saw a little more realaxation in her.
What does he want? What? He had not thought about it... He was acted on the wave of impulses and magic of the moment... magic of wine also! He was looking steadly into her eyes, but had not answered. He saw her hesitation as she stood up slowly from the chair and let her cloak slide down. She wore a simple dress under it. He did not move only watched her slow, trembling movements. Was she scared? He sighed slowly and tried to think if this was right. Should he do what he needed... Should he leave the place? What should he do? He stayed kneeled before her, looking at her slender body covered in that thin material of her dress. "Take it off..." he murmured silently, while his hand went to her leg and brushed the soft skin on her thigh, beneath her dress. "And... turn around." he stood up and put his hand on her shoulder, urging her to take off the dress. "I'll be gentle... " he whispered leaning over to her. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:43 PM Post #240 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sat Apr 19, 2008 3:06 pm Brendyn
Brendyn raised an eyebrow and looked at the young woman in the dimmly lit room. He took her cloak from her, hung it on a peg next to his, then turned to see her slender form outlined in the light. Taking his eyes from her, rather reluctantly, he walked over to a candle, and, when he lit it, noticed how the yellow light enhanced her hair color....the color of a copper coin. "My mother used the same methods of healing...the tea always tasted nasty and bitter." Brendyn took his eyes off of her to walk toward the bed while slowly and painfully taking off his armor which he set against the wall, then his tunic which he threw into a pile near the foot of the bed.... Brendyn studied her face as she shyly grinned at him. Herbs, eh? He held her gaze as he sat on the edge of the bed letting the chill hit his bare chest. There was something that made him curious: a woman looking like this had to have a man somewhere, or did she just unknowingly enchant men by telling them she knew herbs? He saw emotions cross her face as he studied the delicate features....
Spare cup? Brendyn cocked his head, and motioned for her to come closer, then patted the bed next to him, "It is better to tend to one while sitting near to the patient, is it not?" It was getting a bit warmish in the room suddenly.... Ione Ione sat in the chair with her cloak on the floor where she had shed it before sitting back down. She hoped he was pleased with what he saw. Granted he was drunk, but she also realized that they needed each other's company as both had gone through uncertainty and stress ...and loss. He, alone, did not need this, but Ione felt a need for it as well. The comfort and warmth. The steady look in Mirtha's eyes made her feel odd when she had shed the cloak to reveal her dress. She felt like an untamed filly before it's new master... The young weaver slowly arose out of the chair again and came to stand before Mirtha where he knelt before her like a god to a goddess. She could feel the wetness between her legs, but she wanted to go slow...they had all night. The way his eyes studied her in the dimmness of the loft made Ione tingle. Had she seduced him? She had gone from being virtuous to wicked when she discovered that he was not going to hurt her. How silly she must have been!
Ione looked down at him, her long dark auburn hair shimmered in the light as it cascaded over her upper body. Holding his gaze, she raised her hand to where the tie at the front of her dress was, and untied it while she felt his hand move up her dress to her thighs...brushing the soft senstive skin there. She moaned softly, "yessss.....'' With both hands, Ione guided it slowly and temptingly over her body slowly revealing what awaited Mirtha. Dark eyes watched as he stood, She felt his hand on her shoulder. The dress fell to the ground and she stepped out of the middle of it. Ione, now naked before him, turned as he ordered. The young woman reached out and leaned gracefully forward to rest her hands on the arms of the chair. She felt so wanton and sexy right now, and hoped that whatever he had in mind, they could do it all night. Ione had always been loyal and devoted..almost virtuous which turned most men off, but in this last few moments with Mirtha, she felt that whole part of her fade into someone she didn't know, but wanted to know. She felt more lusty in a way.... She looked behind her to see Mirtha lean closer to her. "keep..touching me....Mirtha....teach me what you want me to do..." Her eyes kept watching him wondering what he'd do. In the deep recesses of her mind, Javier was still with her.... |
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