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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:44 PM Post #241 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Sat Apr 19, 2008 6:00 pm Tatiana
"This won't be that bad I promise. It'll have a very sweet, tangy taste to it. I was taught the recipe at a very young age from both my mother and grandmother who were both Healers. I chose a very different path from theirs, though." Tatiana said while watching as he carefully removed his armor to place it against the wall then toss the tunic on the floor near the cot.
"Yes, you're quite right in that logic, Brendyn." She replied feeling a small blush color her cheeks at her error in judgement and getting up while still holding onto the little bag in her tiny hand walked over to the cot that he now sat on to sit down next to him. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:45 PM Post #242 |
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Author: linnet Date: Sat Apr 19, 2008 7:37 pm Gawain When Gawain reached the knights’ quarters he hurried past the door to Galahad’s room, determined not to hear whatever might be taking place inside. At his own door, he hesitated, his hand not quite willing to push it open. If there was no note, then that was it. He’d find out nothing more. Steeling himself, he entered. His eyes swept the room for a note or letter, but what they found infuriated and saddened him both at once. On the small table next to their (his) bed were 3 neatly stacked rows of coins – all the money he had left behind with Brianna. It was as clear as if she had written a note that said “I don’t need you, or anything to do with you.” He’d have felt better if she had taken it all. He could have been righteously angry. Instead he’d been made insignificant. Was he so unfit in her eyes to be a father to their child that she just walked away from everything they had together? It was true that he hadn’t jumped up and down with joy when he learned she was pregnant. But he would have done his best. He never would have abandoned her. He sat down heavily on the bed, and ran his hand through his hair. Other than the stacked coins, there was absolutely no trace of Brianna left. Nothing. It was as if she had never been there. The knight started to disassemble what remained of the splint that Brendyn had rigged up. It wasn’t doing him any good since the Woad attack, and was just in the way of getting out of his putrid clothing. He was surprised to find that part of what had held it together was actually a Roman cape – Brendyn’s no doubt. Hell, he’d find the soldier and give it back sometime. With the splint off he could see that his arm was out of whack again, but he’d known that. Getting the dirty garments off, and clean non-duty things on wasn’t easy with one working arm. He knew he was putting fresh material over an unwashed, disgusting body, but he just wasn’t up to the task of bathing now. Maybe later. As he grabbed a clean shirt to put on, he realized that something was missing from the room. He rummaged through all his clothes to be sure. It was definitely gone – his white linen shirt that Brianna always wore to bed and for lounging in their room. She had told him she loved to wear it because it had touched him and smelled of him. Whenever she had it washed, she would first make him wear it again before she confiscated it as her own. And oh, she had looked so good in it, her beautiful bare legs mesmerizing him. She had taken it with her. He honestly didn’t know what to think. Maybe it should have made him feel better, but instead he had to swallow a lump in his throat. When he finished dressing, leaving his dirty stuff tossed haphazardly around the floor, he picked up a handful of the coins and headed back outside – straight to the tavern. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:46 PM Post #243 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sat Apr 19, 2008 8:34 pm Brendyn Brendyn kept his eyes on her, though he could feel the exhaustion seeping into his body. He had been aware of it, but only now, when he was sitting and relaxed, he felt it even more....except for the disturbing closeness of Tatiana... "There should be a mug next to the wash basin, Tatiana," Brendyn stretched his body and yawned, then shivered as the movement sent chills down his spine. "So, you come from a villiage not far from here? I am from a villiage near the coastal region of Brittany." He had felt her eyes on him while he had removed his armor and tunic, but was glad that she had not seen the wince he made as pain and tightness moved over his upper body. The wound under his left arm would take time to heal as well as the one on the lower part of the same arm...
"Ah," Brendyn said softly, "What other path did you choose? Me? I always wanted to serve Rome...so I joined the legion." He looked out the window for a moment wondering what was happening over in his homeland. It was so diffrent from here: the land of woads and attacking Saxons....what other dangerous adventures waited outside the walls? Plus he was now under the Command of a legendary Commander that even Antonius had told him of...as though Artorius Castus was a Roman Legend. Derfel had assured him of Arthur's personality, and Brendyn could not wait to begin serving the man....
As Tatiana spoke, Brendyn smiled inwardly to see her slightly blush. Deep blue eyes watched as the young woman sat next to him, and he could smell earthy herbal sweet smells. He did not know her well, but she was as delicate a creature as he had ever seen... "Well, let's hope this potion of yours tastes as good as you say it does..." Brendyn said as if to break the ice while he shivered again. He felt hot and cold at once, but he had to get well by the morning or Malcus, he was sure, would have his head on a silver platter... Though Brendyn was beginning to feel the stresses of the day as well as the chills, he could not help but notice that the fire in the hearth cast a golden shadow on her face and hair... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:50 PM Post #244 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 9:16 am Linnette After Jols had left Gedeon's saddlebags in her room, neatly at the base of the dresser, Linnette stood uncertainly before them for a moment, sniffling back occasional tears. She wanted, in a way, to open them and go through what was inside- but in a way, she also didn't think she could take doing that now. But it also didn't seem right to just leave them there...the only remnants of Gedeon, all by themselves in the cold, dark bedroom. For a moment, Linnette had almost made up her mind not to go to the chapel after all, to just stay here, curl herself around the saddlebags, and cry- but then the sound of the bell, tolling for evening prayer, decided her in the opposite direction. The rich sound brought visions of the candlelit chapel, the warm, flickering light on the walls, and the candle she would light just for Gedeon, and the prayers she would say for him-and she knew she had to go. Reluctance to leave the saddlebags alone was mere fantasy- prayers were her duty towards Gedeon now. And she had to hurry, or she would be late. Quickly, on a whim, she heaved the saddlebags up onto the bed, placing them just in front of the pillows with pats and adjustments almost as if they were living things which deserved her care. She stopped herself just short of drawing the blanket over them- that was beyond foolishness. Then, turning and opening the top drawer of the dresser, which held various oddments of both her and Gedeon's provenance, she rummaged around in it and came up with a length of twine- something that he had once used to...well, to do a temporary fix on something, she wasn't sure what. Anyway, it was the right length. She stuck the end of the twine through the center of Gedeon's ring- which she had carefully carried this whole time, never letting it out of her hand- and then tied the twine around her neck, a rough, makeshift necklace, a small, heavy weight hanging over her heart. She sobbed and sniffed again, before once more suppressing it in preparation for going out to the chapel. Linnette felt herself fortunate that there were relatively few people about. She was very nearly late for the prayers, slipping in the door and onto a bench just as the priest was beginning to speak. He saw her enter, and shot her a look of sympathy that made tears cloud Linnette's vision again, and she hung her head to hide them as best she could. That same priest, of course, had married her to Gedeon scarcely four months ago. But he would never say Gedeon's funeral mass- there was no body to consign to the earth. Nothing. Nothing but prayers, candles, and come summer, a fatherless child. Linnette scarcely heard the rest of the prayers. She was too lost in her own world, her head bent over the back of the pew in front of her, letting the tears flow silently from her eyes. Afterwards, when the small congregation started to leave their places, she went to the front to light her candle, her eyes straight ahead of her, her face set into as dignified an expression as she could, tears still wet on her cheeks. Several people approached her, offering their sympathies; she nodded and murmurred some appropriate things, but kept her interactions short. She had no wish to linger with any of them, no desire, perhaps ironically, to see their looks of pity. Even when the priest approached her, as she was kneeling before the rank of candles, she could hardly look at him. She had, after all, looked up into his face, solemnly, but happily, during her marriage ceremony. Even now, it reminded her too much of that day. Mercifully, he seemed to understand; he retreated after only a moment, assuring her that she was welcome to come talk to him any time, and even more welcome to stay in God's house as long as she wished. He quoted something from the Bible as he stepped back from her, something intended to be a reassurance- "God shall wipe away all the tears from their eyes, and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying." From the Revelation, of course. She knew it well- she had heard it at how many funeral masses before? But in only made her tears flow again. Tristan Hmmmph. The usual goings on in the tavern. Tristan saw Malcus go off with some wench, that new man, Brendyn, leave in the company of that stable woman, Tati-whatever-her-name-was. He saw Alina come and go, taking food presumably intended for Galahad's sustenance with her. But not a trace of that blonde whore he had seen in the courtyard earlier. Discontented, he took out one of his knives from its booth sheath and began to spin it idly on the table top. If it stopped pointing to the right, he would wait a little longer for her, perhaps. Left, and he would choose some other woman to give his coin to for the night. Down, and he would just go to bed. Up, and...what should up mean? He spun- and got up. Spun again, and got left. Unsatisfactory answer. He flicked at the knife blade with his fingernail, while with the other hand he picked up his mug and drained it of ale. Maybe he would just go to bed, then. He was just leaning forward, ready to stand up from the table, when he noticed Gawain entering the tavern- alone. That seemed a little odd- and the more so when Tristan considered that he hadn't noticed Brianna in the courtyard to greet him, either. He had seen Gawain exchange a few words with Fiona, but no more than that. He caught Gawain's eye from across the room and gave him a questioning look, pointing over his shoulder at a woman at a nearby table, then at Gawain, to indicate that that was what he was talking about. He was curious to know the reason Brianna hadn't been around- especially considering she was a Woad, and the Woads had recently attacked the fort. Had she turned traitor, then? Not surprising- Woads were Woads, in Tristan's opinion, and there was no changing them- but it was too bad for Gawain. He had given rather more of his heart to her than was wise. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:51 PM Post #245 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 9:39 am Derfel Linnesse appeared to react much in the same way – complete shock – that Derfel had when Stian informed him of his parentage. But at least she was not pulling away in complete disgust. The enemy, the man responsible for the threat to hundreds of British lives and Gedeon’s death was Derfel’s birthright. Somehow he’d have to reconcile it all in his head and in his heart….and by the gods; Derfel prayed that Linnesse could guide him in that quest. He sighed resignedly while attempting to meet her gaze again.
Her hand on his cheek gave Derfel encouragement…and great comfort. Her gentle kiss on his brow even more so. Thus Derfel finally lifted his gaze to meet Linnesse’s worried yet compassionate expression. It seemed that she still loved him. Thank the gods.
“Horrible, it surely was….” Derfel whispered while his gaze once again dropped to where Linnesse’s tiny fingers stroked at his hand. Was he ashamed of his heritage? Not really….but certainly it would be much easier to stomach had his father not led an attempt at an invasion against the people of Britain. “Father accused me of being a traitor to my own people,” Derfel went on, meeting Linnesse’s gaze again and forcing himself to get it all out. He’d never be able to reconcile it otherwise. “But the worst of it was trying to stop the fight between father and Arthur…I knew one had to kill the other….and I was powerless to stop it ad I just couldn’t get there fast enough. And if I had, how could I have chosen to spare one life over the other? Gods, Linnesse…it was terrible,” Derfel expounded and leaned his forehead against Linnesse’s with a sigh. He closed his eyes for a moment as the vision of that night took over his senses again. Derfel had chosen his commander’s life over his father’s in a heartbeat when he’d raised his blade to block Aelle’s sword. It had been Arthur to give him a chance at a better life…an honourable life in servitude to an honourable man. And Aelle had died before Derfel could explain…before Derfel could beg his forgiveness. But Aelle had offered a kind word and an affectionate smile before his life force had left him for the Otherworld. “Somehow I feel responsible, Linnesse,” Derfel went on, determined to give Linnesse the chance here and now to either help him or denounce him. “What if I’d known about Aelle before we rode on the mission? I could have gone on ahead and tried to talk with my father….I might have been able to stop it all, Linnesse…and Gedeon would….he’d not have….” Derfel’s voice cracked and he had to suppress a small sob as he turned his head to bury his face in the crook of Linnesse’s neck. Derfel had thought he’d shed every last tear back on that battlefield….but a few more came as he recounted the whole mess now with Linnesse. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:52 PM Post #246 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 10:39 am Neeria The minute she heard the maniacal laugh, Neeria knew what the guard wanted. The woad gathered the blanket around her body and slid across the cell floor to the far corner. Neeria knew that she did not have the strength to fight off the Roman. Her wound had not been treated, she lacked food and water - she would be an easy catch for him. Leaving the cell door open for the sliver of light that shined through, the guard walked slowly toward her, adjusting the armor of his guard uniform. As he got close to her, Neeria curled herself into a ball - at least she wouldn't make it easy for him. The Roman suddenly sprung forward and started snatching away at the blanket. Neeria fought to hold onto the only thing that separated her from the foul guard but he was very strong. The woad began kicking outward, trying to keep him at a distance, but her kicks were weak and the guard was determined. Neeria tried to scratch at him but she lacked the strength to do real damage. The Roman began to pull on Neeria's leather breast straps, exposing her breasts. The man roughly squeezed them and laughed. She tried to bite his hands but he smacked her hard. White blinding pain seared the side of the woman's face as the guard continued to struggle with her. The Roman pinned Neeria to the cold, slimy floor with his body, trying to force her legs open. She felt the ability to fight slowly leaving her body. She briefly thought of Mikel or that maybe the scout would return but she knew in her heart he would not. The guard ripped at Neeria's pants, stuffing his other hand in his own, trying to free himself. The stench of him and his heavy breathing sickened her. Neeria closed her eyes and hoped it would be over soon. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:53 PM Post #247 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 11:22 am Tatiana
Getting up from the bed, and heading over to the wash basin Tatiana saw the mug that he spoke of. Filling it up only halfway then, brought it back to the cot where he sat. Not sure what time he'd need to be up the next morning for duty, she added a small amount to it. "Yes, I sometimes go home for the midday meal with my family." Tatiana replied nodding.
"I work in the stables taking care of the horses." She said after mixing potion and handing him the cup containing a sweet smelling, reddish-brown liquid. "I wasn't sure when you had to be up, Brendyn, so I only added enough to let you get a good night's sleep. I'll leave the rest of the packet with you, though." Seeing him shiver, she reached over and with the back of her tiny hand touched first his forehead and after sending a brief thought to the Lady that hopefully he wasn't ticklish, briefly under his chin with her fingertips for any indications of a fever. Thankfully not feeling any fever, Tatiana got up and went over to stoke the fire in the hearth til it blazed brightly warming the little room. "There, that should help. How did that taste, Brendyn?" She asked him curiously. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:55 PM Post #248 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 11:47 am Arthur, Neeve, and Darya
What? Pretty face? Was he serious? Arthur attempted to focus on Lancelot’s angular, and yes handsome, face as the knight stood in front of the Roman. He felt a surge of anger at hearing Lancelot’s tone though, but quickly quelled it. Despite his fever, Arthur still knew how to best manage Lancelot and it was not always superlative to meet the other man’s anger with his own heated words. His vision was still disturbingly blurry, but he swore that he could ‘feel’ the other man’s annoyance even if Arthur could not clearly see Lancelot to read him. Their physical relationship might have been severed, yet for Arthur the strong emotional bond between them was seemingly stronger than ever. Briefly, the Roman squeezed his eyes shut and attempted to clear his head. And when he re-opened his intensely green eyes, Arthur looked up at Lancelot with a surprisingly tenderness that he rarely showed the other man. He would not risk losing Lancelot to Merlin despite his faith in his First Knight’s survival abilities. No, Arthur would send another with better skills at negotiation and far less personal history with the Woad leader. If I cannot regain enough strength to face Merlin myself.
“No you will not. Because you will not be going, my friend, I need you here,” Arthur answered with a firm yet gentle tone. It was a poor excuse as the Commander had both Darya and Neeve to tend him. But Arthur knew that Lancelot would do what must be done to keep the Commander’s weakened condition hidden. The pot finally began to boil and Darya brought the thing – carefully – back to the healer as requested. At least the task of carrying the water thankfully hid the shakiness in her hands. Darya set the pot on the table and Neeve wasted no time in pouring a cup to make a herbal tea for Arthur to drink. “Commander, you are going nowhere tonight. Don’t even try it,” Neeve sternly reprimanding Arthur while returning to her position directly in front of him. She held the prepared salve in one hand and clean cloth for bandages in the other while briefly cutting her eyes at Lancelot. Neeve knew the First Knight would aid her in keeping Arthur in his bed and no doubt Darya would as well. Between the three of them, Arthur had no chance. Wasting no time, the Briton began to apply the salve while Arthur and Lancelot continued. Arthur sucked in a breath the moment Neeve’s fingers touched his side; the salve felt cold as it came into contact with his feverish and inflamed skin. “Well that settles the matter then, hm?” Arthur grunted at Neeve in contempt; with a wry smile that did not quite reach his tired eyes. But in truth, he knew Neeve to be correct. Arthur’s head simply would not clear and he was beginning to feel as if he could no longer sit upright, let alone stand or even continue to argue with them. Darya had returned to his side on the bed and offered Arthur a mug of steaming tea. He accepted it and gave his lover a small smile in appreciation. She still appeared pale to Arthur….and something in her dark eyes still had the Roman concerned. But as Neeve wrapped clean cloth around Arthur’s midsection, his attention was back on the throbbing pain in his side. He flinched despite his best efforts to hide his discomfort. “Arthur, drink the tea. It will help. And then I want you to lie down, without further argument,” Neeve said as she completed the task of bandaging the Roman’s side. She stood to remove Arthur’s cut open tunic and then looked expectantly to Lancelot for help in getting the Roman situated on the bed. Darya gently rested a hand on Arthur’s thigh while the Roman finally sipped at the mug of tea. He pulled a face at the strong herbal taste and licked at his bottom lip to sooth the cracked flesh after contact with the hot liquid. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:56 PM Post #249 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 12:37 pm Linnesse
“Love…” Linnesse murmured protestingly, her arms now coming up around Derfel as he hid his face in the crook of her neck. She could feel a moisture where his cheeks touched her skin that could only be tears- and it was enough to break her heart all over again. She had never before seen Derfel cry- though she had cried in front of him on quite a few occasions, for a variety of reasons. Now, she rubbed her hands up and down his back again, soothing him like a child, while she turned her head to kiss the top of his head. “I know you did all you could,” she continued, meaning both the situation with his father, and that with Gedeon. Derfel would never have let either of them die if there had been a choice- of that Linnesse was utterly sure. But with his father at the head of an enemy army- there was surely little enough anyone could do. “It’s not your fault,” she added, her voice near to a whisper. Outside, the sound slightly muffled by the cloudiness of the night, the bell of the fort’s church tolled, signaling the beginning of evening prayer. Linnette would be there, saying her prayers of mourning, and Linnesse’s own eyes clouded up imagining it. She bent her head and hid her face in Derfel’s hair, pressing him close, breathing in the scent of him and letting the tears flow down her own cheeks. It had been a terrible mission indeed. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:58 PM Post #250 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 1:25 pm Brendyn He watched her with hidden interest as Tatiana got up and went to fetch the mug which she had filled with water and added the herbs to the water. Brendyn still wondered about her....somehow he felt like a cat with its prey close by. He noted how his body had responded unseen to her closeness...he wished he could know what his lips would be like against hers...
"So you are free to come and go from this fort to go home for lunch?" Brendyn raised an eyebrow in question, but he did not dispute the fact further. Most forts were "funny" about leaving people to come and go at will. He nodded his head, "You are lucky to have family, Tatiana. I have not seen my parents in a very long time...since I joined the Legion..." His fingers touched hers as he took the mug of sweet herbed tea from her, and took a sip. The sweet smell of it was enough to make anyone think of the heady fragrance of a field...
"I own a horse named Tyranus. Perhaps I will introduce you to him...Later." The drink reminded him of something Veronica had given him once...same herbs, but this one was a different mixture. Still it reminded him of his lover...Antonius's wife whom he never saw again after the Commander had sent her back to Rome. Brendyn set the mug down on the table next to the bed, but then turned to her as she reached out to feel his forehead....then to his chin. His eyes watched her move from his side to the fire to tend to it, and Brendyn tentivly got up from where he sat on the bed and moved next to her by the fire...
"It does help, and it tasted fine....but there are other things sweeter to taste," Brendyn narrowed his eyes softly as he took her chin in his hand, and made her look at him while he took the poker from her. Brendyn stared at the young woman as he slowly reached with his right hand, and caught her delicate one in his. Still looking at her, and mesmerized by the look the rekindled fire light cast on her, Brendyn brought her hand to his lips and brushed them over the soft skin. As he spoke, he continued to softly kiss the sweet smelling skin of her hand, "If you were checking for a fever earlier, m'lady, I don't think you'll find one. The only fever I have started when I looked into your eyes at the tavern." And I'll wager you have a cure for chills as well...my lady.... Though the movement caused him a bit of pain, Brendyn moved his left hand to lay it on her upper leg firmly. The pile of furs a safe distance from the fire was perfect.... He wanted to explore the slender body that was hidden under the clothes. Brendyn's mind raced back to when he had seduced Veronica in the same way....the night her husband had gone off on a mission leaving him to guard her.... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:59 PM Post #251 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 1:42 pm Mirtha
It would seem that Ione had relaxed, that he assured her and her body was not so tensed than a second before. And his eyebrows rised in surprise as her face changed also and she murmured this one word... Slowly her dress fell to the ground and Mirtha felt his heart pupm heavly and stronger, his groin also taking it's notice of shock of seeing her naked body. He really needed this... She moved to stand by the chair and leaned to put her hands over chair's arms... He smiled and came to stand behind her, leaning slightly over her body, just lightly touching her buttocks and back, while his hands worked on his belt.
Mirtha moved his one hand to squeez at her breast, and the other hand finally took care of his breeches which slid to the floor. Fast his hand came to touch her moisted area, while his groin touched her smooth skin. At her voice Mirtha breathed out and closed his eyes. What he wanted her to do? His mind was not clear... This whole situation was a blur to his mind. It was only the way of his body working, not hing else. Wordlessly he pushed her legs more appart and made her gently to lean more over the chair. One of his hand still touched and nipped her breast... soon as he placed his lenght between her legs. "Just... stay.. like this.." he murmured and pushed his hips forward. His eager fingers of one hand made their way into her entrence... And soon after a moment his lenght entered her, and he applied a steady rythm of his hips. He had woman for a while and it was difficult to keep focus. His groin already hard and ready to come to the point of no returning... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 02:00 PM Post #252 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 2:20 pm Ione As she watched, Ione saw Mirtha smile, whether from pleasure or the fact that she had relaxed, she could not tell. Mirtha was gentle as he promised, and she moaned low at the feel of him touching her firm arse and her lower back, while his other hand worked at his belt. Ione turned to face the chair and licked her lips while her head tilted back to let her hair fall over her back a bit. She had never imagined such gentleness from someone who always looked gruff and unpleasant. Her tongue darted over her lips. Ione could hear him work at the belt to his pants, while his other hand came to her right breast, and squeezed it sending chills over her.... 'Mirtha...please...' She whispered almost like a prayer as he touched her wet dark patch seductivly. It felt so good, and she arched her back a bit to respond to Mirtha's ministrations....and felt his very hard length press against her delicate skin. Opening her eyes, Ione turned her head again to watch him as he gently pushed her legs further apart, and leaned in further. In her heart, Ione knew she had betrayed Javier, but he'd never find out. Ione gasped sharply as Mirtha nipped at her breast that he still fondled tenderly. She began to rock her hips as he placed his hardened cock between her legs rubbing it over her sensitive clit....
.....Ione smiled wickedly as two fingers from one hand entered her making a moist sound as it did so. Her body jerked deliciously eager to ride his fingers, then she felt him enter her from the back, applying a steady rythem with his hips. Ione dropped her head a bit then tilted it back moaning and gasping with surprise as she had never done something like this before. The moment he entered her, Ione had thought that his length would be too large and cause her pain, but she felt her body grow accustomed to his size and a low primal groan escaped her parted lips... 'Mmmm...mmmyesss....' Ione tried, and then began to match the rythem he had set as she brought her head forward to look at where his two fingers had entered her. She left go of one arm of the chair, and reached to take his fingers out her, and brought them to her mouth to begin sucking on them. Ione no longer felt fear, but something sweeter and more pleasurable... Ione could only hope that he wanted more before the night was over. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 02:01 PM Post #253 |
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Author: linnet Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 3:11 pm Juna
Juna raised her eyebrows at the ‘gods’ remark. But she wasn’t going to argue the point now. Maybe someday she could convince Merlin to give her some credit for the decisions she made, instead of viewing her as a game piece manipulated strictly by higher powers. For the time being she was more than content just to be with him, regardless of who was responsible. “Just outside my village five strange men came and erected a stone building where they lived all alone,” she began, trying to explain to Merlin a little part of her lost life. “They called themselves monks. My father and others wanted to drive them away, believing them to be dangerous, not of themselves, but because allowing them to settle there would make our people appear sympathetic to outsiders. But because the monks were peaceful and bothered no one, they were not forced to leave. My mother felt sorry for them, being isolated, so whenever she baked breads of sweet rolls, she would have me take something warm and fresh to eat to the monks. I was maybe seven or eight winters old when I first went. They would politely invite me inside, and I could see that there were always four of them seated at tables near windows, looking intently at marks on pieces of some material, and copying those same marks onto another piece of material.” Juna paused. She was remembering this all as she related it to Merlin, visualizing it again for the first time in many years. Her legs had started to get tingly from kneeling on them too long, so she shifted herself to sit beside Merlin, her hands clasped around her drawn-up knees. “I was fascinated by what the monks were doing, what the marks were. They must have seen my interest, because they first explained to me about words and manuscripts, and why they copied them. Then after a while, they let me sit with them. They would tell me what the marks meant in our own language, and how to say the words in their language. It was amazing, Merlin, how stories could not only be told to people gathered together, but could be known to anyone who learned to read, no matter how far away they lived. I kept going back, spending more time with them, learning eagerly for years. I think they may have thought of me at first as an experiment to see if the ignorant natives could be educated. But by the time I was fourteen or so, they allowed me to help them by reading the words to be copied out loud, or by copying myself. Although I never would do the religious manuscripts, only the wonderful stories of adventure, great warriors, and great loves.” She laughed lightly remembering the monks’ kind indulgence of her. Then she looked at Merlin, apologetically. “I’m sorry for going on so long. I feel like a dam that once breached lets everything that had been held back spew out," she said quietly, looking away embarrassed. Then she returned her eyes to take in his weathered face. "Would you also tell me something about you that I don’t know, before we sleep?” she asked. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 02:02 PM Post #254 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 5:48 pm Merlin
"Monks, yes," Merlin murmured, softly enough not to interrupt her story, nodding with understanding as he did so. He knew of monks, of course, and their ways were odd. Sometimes small groups of them, or even individuals, went out to live in strange places in the wild, as a form of devotion to their Christian god, he understood. Some of them avoided the local people, some of them attempted to convert them, a few did neither, but accepted what contact the people offered. However, he had never heard of them teaching anyone to read who had not taken their vows and put on their robes. This was a miracle- a miracle indeed. Juna could be very useful to them. Merlin listened intently as she went on, nodding at appropriate points, a smile breaking across his own face as, later on in the tale, she laughed in obvious happiness at the memory of their kindness. She was like a happy young girl when she laughed- beautiful even in the near darkness.
"Hmmm." Merlin bowed his head for a moment, reaching for her hand without looking at her. Underneath him, the pine branches of the bed creaked slightly as he shifted thoughtfully. What to tell her? "I am more weary of war than you can possibly imagine," he finally answered, raising his eyes to her, his voice hoarse and his gaze empty. He saw before him things that were not really there- things from the past. People he had lost. There were so many of them. Parents, brothers and sisters, sons, two wives. All gone, and the Romans to blame, one way or another, for each death. All gone. Merlin tilted his head towards Juna, resting his forehead on her shoulder, then, in one motion, slipped his arms around her waist and bore them down to the bed, lying on their sides, her back to his front. They were almost of the same height, and their bodies fit perfectly together, bending in all the same places, his head just behind hers and their feet resting against each other. The scent of her hair filled his nostrils. "We go back to the village tomorrow," he added, in a near-whisper to the back of her neck. It was only affirming the order he had already given- but now was the time to affirm it. It was due very largely to Juna's presence that he had decided on that course of action, and she deserved to be reassured that they would not attack again for a while. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 02:04 PM Post #255 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 8:04 pm Tatiana
"Yes, either my brother or father come down to the gate and escorts me both home then back here again. I'm sorry to hear that you've not seen your parents, lately Brendyn." Tatiana said a sad look crossing her features, causing her hazel eyes to dim slightly at his news.
"I'd like to meet Tyranus too. Perhaps we could introduce our horses to each other as I have a buckskin stallion named Orion stabled here as well." She said grinning happily thinking about her baby. "When I have a day off, I spend it with him gathering flowers for my herbal recipies."
"I'm glad that I was able to help you out, Brendyn." She replied to him. Watching him approach and take the poker away from her tiny hand, then feel the contact from his bigger hand on her upper leg, caused all thought to flee from her mind like smoke from a flame. Feeling him kiss her hand softly like that, sent shivers racing through her. "I think I'm the one with the shivers, now, Brendyn." She commented softly as the sensations coursed through her petite form. |
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