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Thread: Sold to the King (LunarWolf and Silverknight)

Angela had been working in her fathers home when men came and accused her father of killing another man but on the day that he had been killed her father had been hurt in an accident and had been rushed home to be tended to by a doctor. then the tax man arrived and said her father was nearly two years behind on his taxes which Angela couldn't understand how. after that came the slave traders, her father had had two choices to either give up his land or give some of his daughters up for slavery. the men had seen her before the others and had decided they would only need her. Angela had fought and struggled to stay with her family and then to get away from them but had ended up getting knocked out. It had been several days when they had arrived at their final destination or at least one of the destinations that would be her final stop. once they had arrived Angela had been dragged out of the kart kicking and screaming into a palace and forced to kneel before someone she had never in her life seen before. After listening to the men speak in a funny accent for a while Angela was then forced to stand as her current clothes were cut away from her body leaving her standing before the male naked. listening to the males had told her that he was royalty of some form now if he was a prince or a king she couldn't tell. Angela stood at a willowy five foot seven inches with waist length black hair and deep blue eyes. Angela had a curvy but trim figured so while her figure was hourglass shaped she wasn't heavy set. Last edited Jul 6, 2018
Thread: Sold to the King (LunarWolf and Silverknight)

Edward had gotten up that morning and had expected nothing of his day, as the first prince of the kingdom, he was expected to study and learn how to be the leader of a kingdom some day in the future. He had gotten his work done early as he meet with advisers and meet with people who ran various local areas, as he talked about trade deals. One newly empowered lord talked about a slave that was captured and would be given to him as a sign of gratitude for their advancement from merchant to noblemen. It was something that was uncommon, but then again, he wasn't suppose that his gift was normal either. He would accept though as it was a deal that could be good for himself and one that could be interesting as well for the future of gifts. He arrived as he stood in a simple black robe. Edward was taller than average standing at a bit over six feet tall. He was in great shape as he trained often, standing in near perfect shape, as the short dark haired young man looked at the naked woman. he could tell why she was the gift right away. He could approve of that. He crossed his arms as he walked around the shorter female and nodded his head. I have recieved her, and you two may leave as I accept her as the gift, he said as he wasn't sure she would even understand him.
Thread: Sold to the King (LunarWolf and Silverknight)

Angela growled and then started to yell at the men and the male who had just circle her and called them all sorts of names that in her language were rather vulgar. Angela managed to yank one of her arms free and decked the men holding her so that she could get free of them all. finally, she spoke in English I am no one's slave now get out of my way or end up on your ass Angela was more then ready to deck him and would if he pushed his luck
Thread: Sold to the King (LunarWolf and Silverknight)

He stood there as he looked at the woman, he could tell she had a temper as he looked at her, You are mine to decided about your future, go ahead, try to knock me on my ass, little miss, he said calmly looking at her, I am not some barbaric scotsman who will fall on my ass afraid of a woman, he said calmly as he looked at her challenging her. He figured she might attack him, that she might try him. He would show her, that was foolish. He was not some weakling and could handle himself and then some in a fight, and he didn't care if he was fighting a man or a woman. He didn't worry as he wouldn't pull any punches against a woman. That was not his style as anyone who challenged him was someone to teach a lesson in his mind at least as he smirked looking at the woman. He wondered if she would try something, she looked ready to try to punch him, punches were each to deflect and he could use that to counter. Being a king meant being the best solider in the army to earn their respect. His father had the best train him and he was not going to run from such a simple fight. Now, you were taken here as payment for debt, we can return you and bring your father for crimes of debt and have him beheaded or thrown in the dungeons with you having no land or property to live on, or you can work for me, and we can make you work out that debt and you can make connections and have a larger role in society than ever.
Thread: Sold to the King (LunarWolf and Silverknight)

I don't want it and my father has been ill for some time and if your damn collectors had come and spoken with me in the first place the debt would have been paid off in a timely manner not get out of my way Angela shifted her weight ever so slightly and while she wanted to punch him she knew a direct attack like that would cause some problems for her as she could tell just from the way he moved that he was well trained and would be a bit of a challenge to take on in hand to hand but she had been taught how to take a male down without a direct confrontation.
Thread: Sold to the King (LunarWolf and Silverknight)

You know what, perhaps your not worth the trouble, Edward said as he stepped aside. Go ahead, leave, you will head back to your little farm, where your still in debt, and have refused me. I will send my army they will burn down your farm and perhaps kill you or someone close to you. I will burn down your hometown, and kill everyone in it. Your homeland will be known as the land of lairs who break deals, it is fine, go ahead and leave, I shall see you again soon on a battlefield. That or you could stay, and stop acting like a spoiled little girl, and put your family and your people ahead of yourself. I will take you as mine. I will make sure your father is taken care of, and I will make sure that your seen as more than some slave or servant or whatever publicly, he said as he looked at her, his hands in his pockets as his eyes focused on the woman in front of himself. He did step aside and started to leave. If this wasn't worth the trouble, he could find beautiful women in many of places, why worry about this one. There were many fish in the sea as it were, and a troublesome woman who wouldn't listen to him and would cause him more problems than she was worth well she wasn't all that. She was just the daughter of a farmer, and while beautiful without a doubt and talented, there were other things he could get out of her leaving, such as a reason to conquer all of Scotland and justify it in some way. kept an eye on her out of the corner of his eyes as he passed her, figuring that she would be the type to leave, and she would try to raise an army and fight him. She would have troubles with that, as she was just a common farmer, and her own people had turned her in.
Thread: Sold to the King (LunarWolf and Silverknight)

no one ever broke a deal you should learn to get your facts straight be for threatening someone Angela grabbed a cat and with a few quick movements shand it tied around her and secured in a way that kept her covered even when she moved. for good measure when he walked by she knocked his feet out from under him before she walked out of the room. Angela had a feeling that the two men would try and recapture her but she was moving now making sure that she could get the hell out of there and home before something happened to her father
Thread: Sold to the King (LunarWolf and Silverknight)

He fell forward a bit but caught himself as he got back to his feet. He brushed himself off, as that was over. He looked at the woman leave and then he shrugged his shoulder as he looked at her go. He shrugged as he let her go. He let her go home, her father would be waiting for her. He sent his orders to invade, to burn down a country. He gave her a deal, and the deal for a woman who ran and attacked him. A person form a foreign country had attacked him and he would use that to justify the attack. He sent his orders out to prepare for the war, and would match on that country the next day. He knew they didn't have an army to challenge him in the field, and he would whip them from the face of the earth. He headed to relax and eat, no worried about the woman who ran away. He whistled as he read, we are all but kings and pawns, and while things could of ended differently, they hadn't and it had opened up doors for him. He would have to thank the two men who captured the woman, as she and her brassness only harmed her people's future, and her own future. He would send that large army out, and he would burn that stupid weak northern country to the ground using the power of his vastly superior forces. As had been done in the past and would be done again.
Thread: Sold to the King (LunarWolf and Silverknight)

And what of the female my king shall we capture her once again or do you want to die? the male was already making motes on everything that needed to be prepared for them to go and attack Scottland, while it would be a long trip and hard on the men getting the chance to put the people back in their place was more than going to make it up to them. the male also wanted to know if the men were allowed to capture females of their own as many of the men were single and Scottish females were hardier then their own. Angela had managed to steal one of his horses and after a day worth of riding managed to make it home only to find that her families farm had been burned to the ground by the villagers. they, however, missed the seller her family had build. Angela then went down below and unpacked her mothers' armor. her mother had been part of an elite force that had taken on the name of the Valkyries. from the time she had been a child till her mother had passed away only a few years before she had trained with her and had become as skilled as her mother had been. after putting the armor on Angela went into the village to find who had killed her father
Thread: Sold to the King (LunarWolf and Silverknight)

The king looked at his men who would be gathering for the invasion, rather his officers, they were as well trained from years of war as possible. They were going to destroy Scotland as they had destroyed Wales not that many years before. He would let them keep what spoils they wanted. Many of them had wanted the same with the take over of Wales or they wanted money to pay for their english wives. It was nothing to worry about and he would allow it. He ordered the attack, to bring the whole island under his control would be special and would change the history of the island as he would rule it all. He was more than a bit confident in his victory as he went out with his army. Chaos and worry would spread though all areas they marched and took over. That was natural and would settle down after some years, they would build strong defense to enforce their rule in the new land.
Thread: Sold to the King (LunarWolf and Silverknight)

Angela stood with the soldiers who after she had proven that she could more than handle herself decided that they would follow her. take no prisoners all you attack die Angela was dressed in her mothers armor and when she put the helmet on it would hide her features and this was how they struck fear in to the hearts of men as they couldn't see the face of their attacker. Angela knew the male would attack and they were getting ready for battle and would put one hell of a battle up before giving up their homes.
Thread: It's in the little details

Okay, think about one little detail that may attract you to someone. Example, the shape of their hands. Try to think of beyond the obvious! lol
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I get the first response in this lol. The Adam's apple.
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The eyes. Some people have really nice eyes, just like my older brother. I like unique eyes.
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To some it's a detail, but to me the way a man dresses is mega important. Not only for the look, though yes, there is this, but also because I can read his style on many things from that.
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Victor Kane , I agree. Something as simple as that tiny bit of anatomy can turn the tides of desire. lol A bit mussed, not 'perfect' in his overall appearance. his everyday look, not work look
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A facial expression of interest
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The crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiles
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Bony fingers
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Remembering what you may have said in a passing comment and wanting to learn more about it
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Happiness in their eyes when they see me
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Hands down the way she dresses, whether it be casual, formal or sexy.
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Certain eye shadow or lipstick colors
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Victor Kane , let me guess, shades of black or crimson by the lovely skull above? The way he unconsciously places his hand at the small of my back when we walk through a door that he opens for me
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Sprite Black, crimson, burgundy and a few others. Neatly painted nails
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Neatly painted nails
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So much The way he unconsciously places his hand at the small of my back when we walk through a door that he opens for me Click to expand... and Remembering what you may have said in a passing comment and wanting to learn more about it Click to expand...
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Clean and well manicured nails with soft hands. Thinking of course of the pleasure they can bring.
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A friendly smile
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Remembering and celebrating the day we first met Last edited Aug 9, 2018
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The lips, their shape and how they move as you speak
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A good appetite
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Full Long Bodied Hair
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A hearty, belly laugh
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Guffaw
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Rocko said Guffaw Click to expand... Rocko, are you saying you appreciate a woman who has a hearty laugh?
Thread: A Praise to Bacchus ( Father x Shadow)

The night called to her, as it did so often since her introduction to the godly rites. Her time as a trembling, naive virgin had long passed. She remembered the evening well, gathered in a lesser temple on a nobleman's estate, the air thick with incense, sweat, and sex. The man that had deflowered her had been gentle enough in the moment, but it was the last kindness she'd been offered that night. Many a man had used her hence, most anonymous and content to remain so, though she'd taken the occasional friendly lover on a whim. Her father did not know, of course. Could not know. He was a man of power and influence, seen by many as a pious man and follower of the greater gods. What would he do if he discovered her in the throes of passion, sheets wet with their lovemaking, and bodies slick with desire? And if he'd discovered she'd attended a feast of Bacchus within the god's very temple? A teasing smile tugged at her sensuous lips at the thought of the shock he'd surely feel. Though only sixteen, Aurelia could hardly be called a girl. Her womanly figure had sprouted early, nearly three years prior, and the passing time had instilled within her a graceful elegance that reproached many a bejeweled noblewoman with a casual simplicity that they simply could not obtain. She was slender of frame and lithe like the willow, walking with poise and decorum not easily achieved for one so young. In her stillness she might have been an artist's depiction of a Roman goddess, carved from living marble, with pale, creamy skin to match the likeness. Her robes were simple, yet draped elegantly over her statuesque form in shades of silver and cobalt, each hem embroidered with silver threads in patterns of leaves and winding vines -- a fitting tribute to the god of indulgences. Like the others gathered, her face was hidden by an elegant mask . Her partial concealment depicted crashing waves of silver filigree that symbolized playful nymphs, the wild and unhindered spirits of the water. The mask had been a gift from her father, though he'd surely hadn't understood the meaning behind it, nor the purpose for which she'd adorn it. He probably thought it a pretty bauble and nothing more , she thought with some amusement. Though her stomach trembled with excitement and anticipation, her inner emotions were well hidden. She gazed out at the writhing masses with an air of amused aloofness, as if they were gathered for her entertainment and not to honor their god. Her touch was light against the cool marble column as she paused within the inner sanctum, surveying the scene. The pause was purposeful, drawing eyes to her as she made herself known as another devout worshiper, come to pay tribute with flesh and moans of desire. Her arrival did not go unnoticed. Almost immediately, a trio of men in various stages of undress broke free of their revelry, each of them moving to greet her. Watching them, she quickly decided that the possible choices were quite appealing. It would be a most enjoyable evening. Last edited Jul 6, 2018
Thread: A Praise to Bacchus ( Father x Shadow)

Of course she would immediately grab the attention of those around her when she entered. She was practically divine in and of herself, a sublime beauty that could only be descended from the gods themselves. He watched with a measure of jealousy as the men began to approach her and perhaps with a measure of incredulity at her quick appraisal and accepting smile of the attentions. Oh, he was not surprised in the least that his young daughter had it within her to be a commanding woman, a wanted woman, and a desired one. He knew of her indulgences, he was no fool and more than that he had planned them himself. Still, perhaps the spark of possessiveness that he had kept banked and unfed these months had finally been set ablaze by seeing it personally himself. He began to move across the temple towards her, his robes undone to fall without a glance on the stone floor. His was a body unlike many of his compatriots and with good reason. Many called to the temple of Bacchus were perfection incarnate, but they led the soft lives of the pampered. Men and women who emphasized beauty, athleticism, and health were given to lean physiques that followed a sculptors line. This was not the form of Aurelius. In his youth he had led the life of soldier, rising in the ranks with commanding presence before retirement and seeking political fortune. That hard life of the Roman military had stamped itself upon him in classic form, the broad shoulders and strong thighs emphasizing a strength more akin to the bull than the artist. Perhaps he should have been a follower of Mithras, yet his lusts and appetites had led him here early in his life. This was the man that approached her, intimidating in his raven-like mask, radiating a dangerous hunger that shied away the other suitors. He was not one to share, not this prize, not this woman. What would he do if he was denied? It was a foolish thought and one that was unbecoming. Yet he knew that he could not hint at anything that would reveal who he might be. Aurelius normally sported a beard, dark and greying, the look of a wisdom. But he had gone shaven this evening so as not to hint to her that there was a similarity. She knew his form, yet had never seen him fully nude, and he trusted in the hidden mystery of the moment to keep her from recognizing his powerful stride. Most of all though his voice could never be heard during this, he could not speak with her and even ask for her attentions. She would know instantly, no matter what he might do, and so it was merely his presence that would encourage her to be with him. His bare feet took the last few steps with determination and then they touched. It was sweeping, demanding, the way his hands reached and took hold of her taut rear through her robes. The fingers unyielding as he lifted her up against him like a man claiming territory. It brought her head up above his so that all she could see was his piercing eyes staring up at her. Those eyes, so familiar, and yet she had never seen the level of unleashed hunger within them before. Whomever this man was, he wanted her, and it seemed in that moment he would have her.
Thread: A Praise to Bacchus ( Father x Shadow)

Like the raven whose mask he wore, the man swooped in, seeking to pluck the shiny new plaything from the pile of drab leavings. She had a glimpse of his toned, muscular form before he dominated her vision, capturing her azure gaze with such piercing eyes that seemed to ravage her very soul where she stood. When his strong hands found her supple flesh through her robes, her body tightened in response, pressed hotly against his as she was lifted above all others like the prize she was. The nymphet stared down at her avian conqueror and trembled at what she saw. Once, while touring the arena with her father, she'd had the fortune of seeing one of the captured tigers pacing mere inches away in his cage. Though the bars kept her from danger, she had seen the eyes of the predator and knew that if the tiger had been freed, he would have devoured her body in a single heartbeat. She recognized the same predatory look in the man that held her, the same restrained wildness in the way his body coiled, waiting to strike, and in the strength of his grip that held her captive. It frightened her. It exhilarated her. The nervous fluttering within her stomach drifted lower to ignite a flame within her sex. This man would have her, whether she wished it or not, but Aurelia was perfectly willing to be claimed. He was a man of power, dangerous like the flame and she the moth, and that aroused her almost as much as the firm body she felt against her own. Her legs looped about his waist, locking him against the heat that radiated from between her thighs. Her arms twined about his neck, fingers gliding through his hair, and she leaned forward to press her lips to his in a soft, feather-like kiss. It was a playful tease, meant to entice him into something more, testing his stoic resolve to see how little it would take to enrage the beast within. Her sex ground against him in another obvious display, tantalizing him with what was to come. Only the thin layers of cloth separated them, keeping him from claiming what he sought, but they would soon prove to be no great barrier. He had her wordless answer to his unspoken question. She was his for the taking. But she had no idea for whom she'd just willingly submitted. Last edited Jul 6, 2018