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April 2008
Topic Started: Nov 5 2009, 10:37 PM (3,970 Views)
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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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Author: Starbelle
Date: Fri Apr 18, 2008 12:32 pm
Tatiana


Brendyn
 
"Yes, it is nice weather, miss...if you like cold and
wet, " "Tell you what, I have to check the duty roster
for tomorrow before I retire for the night. I am sorry
you did not approach sooner so we could talk. Right now,
I am afraid I am not good company as I am exhausted,
chilled, and need sleep..."


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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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
 
"I won't hurt you..."


...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.

Mirtha
 
"I need this."


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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Author: Lancelot
Date: Fri Apr 18, 2008 2:54 pm
Lancelot


Neeve
 
“Which is why I am the healer and you are the knight…yet
your first tending to the wound was good, Lancelot. Even
though I am sure it took you a lot to talk our dear
Commander into actually letting someone do
something…right? Both of you can be so incredibly
stubborn…thus I guess that was an interesting debate…”,


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.

Arthur
 
“You would have been well entertained had you been
present, Neeve, you know us both well.  Better….do not concern yourself."


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.

Neeve
 
“Lancelot, would you mind handing me the bowl with the
rest of the Scouring Rush, please? That is what I have
given to you earlier…for your injury…I need it to finish
the salve…And you will rest and sleep then…for quite a
while I might add…”


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.

Arthur
 
“Time is a virtue that I do not have, Neeve. I cannot
lay idle in my bed while the threat of another attack
still exists."


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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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....

Tatiana
 
"I'm good with herbs and could help you with your cold."


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...

Tatiana
 
"I'm Tatiana and you are?"


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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Author: Starbelle
Date: Fri Apr 18, 2008 7:22 pm
Tatiana


Brendyn
 
"Then I would be greatful for your ministrations, though
I do not want to keep you from wherever you were
going..."


"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.

Brendyn
 
'I am going to my quarters...would you mind tending to
me there? Are you coming then?'


"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
 
"I am called, Brendyn, m'lady. Where are you from
Tatiana?"


"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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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Fri Apr 18, 2008 7:50 pm

Merlin


Juna
 
“Merlin, I’m not a young girl. I can’t feign ignorance
or innocence. I can’t play coy or be flirtatious. I can
only be open and honest about my feelings, now that
they’re known to you. For years and years I hoped
against hope for a moment with you just like this.
Nothing more. Just being with you, having you close. And
it’s better than I had even dreamed. It can sustain me
many more years if need be. I don’t know what is in
store for the thing that is you and I. But for now at
least, you take the lead and I will follow - however you
want it to be. So come and just lie down next to me, my
love.”


"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

Derfel
 
“Indeed…it was. The King’s name was Aelle…and he…was my
father. I didn’t know…Mother never told me he was the
king…I only thought he was the leader of our village…I…I
watched him die, Linnesse…he knew my face…he…”


"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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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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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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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...

Tatiana
 
"Good, then its settled. I was just going for a little
walk but I can do that later."


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....

Tatiana
 
"That'll be fine, sir soldier" "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." "Brendyn..That's a very unique name. It
suits you." "I'm from the village, just a little ways
off from here."


"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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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sat Apr 19, 2008 1:09 pm
Tatiana


Brendyn
 
"You can just call me Brendyn, Tatiana," "So you deal in
herbs then?"


"Yes. Herbs, poltices. Things of that nature." Tatiana replied
in reply to his query.

Brendyn
 
"Can I hang your cloak up to dry as well?"


"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.

Brendyn
 
"I am from the coast of Brittany and joined the legion
there. I am a lancarii which is part of the Roman
cavalery."


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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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.

Merlin
 
"Here- if you need to wash."


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.

Merlin
 
"Tell me something about you I don't know."


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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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sat Apr 19, 2008 2:20 pm
Merlin


Juna
 
“I know how to read and write in the language of the
Romans."


"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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Author: Unicorn
Date: Sat Apr 19, 2008 2:27 pm
Mirtha


Ione
 
'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.

Ione
 
What do you want...me to do for you?"


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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Author: lady ione
Date: Sat Apr 19, 2008 3:06 pm
Brendyn


Tatiana
 
"Yes. Herbs, poltices. Things of that nature." "Yes,
please. Brendyn. Thank you."


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....

Tatiana
 
"Brendyn, do you have a spare cup with water or other
liquid that I could use?"


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!

Mirtha
 
"Take it off..." "And... turn around." "I'll be
gentle... "


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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