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Thread: Clashing of the Royals ( Ava & Bloody Ava )

Eola smiled as she was assisted onto the dance floor. Graciously accepting his hand and watching as the sea of couples parted to welcome the newly weds in the dance. As her husband took his stance, she followed suit, ready to follow his lead. For this one moment, she felt like a wife with a caring husband, but the moment would no doubt be fleeting. He held such potential, such promise. She was well learned in the art of dancing and was easily swept away to the music. It had been long since she had dance with another person. Especially since her engagement. Lydia watched her mistress as she was escorted to dance amongst the sea of couples. Her heart raced and worry filled her thoughts. Eola was a sweet girl, Lydia had come to know her for many years and upon arrival, already she had heard rumors of the groom. Nasty ones. His attitude and his dirty ways. Lydia also knew of her Lady's uniqueness. That was what she feared. Who he humiliate he to no end? Make her feel disgusted and ridiculed? Her heart sunk at the thought. While Princess Eola held a calm visage and did well not to panic... someone had to. Her train of thought was broken at the sound of a cough. Sky blue eyes turned and looked upon the sight of a familiar face. Sir Tobias... She gave him a courteous smile before her eyes looked back upon the sight of her mistress dancing. My mistress speaks of you, in a good manner, of course. She found it hard to take her eyes off of the newly weds, out of fear that she would lose sight of the princess and miss the moment that was soon to come. She did not even know where her princess was to lay her head or where her own quarters were. She would find out in due time. I am Lydia. Princess Eola's Lady in Waiting. Introductions were done and a sigh escaped her lips. It is a fine celebration, no? Despite her distaste, her manner were kept well in check. To sully or speak ill of royalty to reap grave consequences and only in the confidence of her mistress was she open. Lydia paid more attention to the knight who presented himself. He was rather handsome. The physic of a man who took care of himself and his people than spending the day on his ass drinking ale. Lydia respected those who fought for the knight before had that, in his favor. After a nice long dance she was blushing slightly from how much fun she had. Another gentleman was even brave enough to ask for permission to dance with her, but she gave her husband no chance to answer as she kindly decline. This day has been rather long and the result is tiresome, I would retire to my chambers and ready myself for bed, if my husband does not mind, of course. Her feet were ailing her. Then again... standing at the altar has that effect on people.
Thread: Clashing of the Royals ( Ava & Bloody Ava )

Her smile grew by an inch and she bit back a smile for a moment. What is said in this room, stays in the room Sir Tobias, you have my word. From what he spoke of, she had a pretty good image of the family. How you speak of her is the most adorable thing I have ever heard a man say, let alone a knight. It was precious. We have met the king. The very day it was said that my Lady was said to wed Prince. She was certainly distraught. She looked up from her lap with the first blush she had dawned in a while. I always prefer to judge people for myself. We have heard things of the prince... I have even heard things of you. Thankfully many of which I have heard about you is definitely wrong, and I'm glad to have met you Sir Tobias. He was handsome, but that could only get a man so far. No matter his rank. He was sweet and compassionate and smart. I thank you for the very helpful information. She stood up and gave him and thankful kiss upon his cheek. I have to be up before my mistress. I just hope... that all goes well. She walked over to the door and opened it with slight reluctance. That, and if anyone saw you come in here or sees you leaving there will be rumors on the morrow. Not that I would mind. Her smile never left her lips and it was nice knowing she had someone within these walls that she could trust. The lady in waiting and the knight, it was fairy tale that had little hope of existing in reality. If you need me, you know where to find me. Either at my lady's side... or here. Good night Sir Tobias. Her nerves were better now than they had been when she first got back to her room. When he did leave she dawned her night gown and crawled into bed. She was actually dawning a bit of a smile on her lips when she turned the lantern off. Eola sat up at the sound of something and gasped. She was certainly a light sleeper. Closer observation showed that it was the shutter slamming open with the assistance of the wind. She took a heavy sigh of relief and walked over to the window. The small gusts playing the thin soft material of her gown as she leaned onto the windowsill, forgetting that her husband was to occupy the bed with her. The cool air was refreshing as it played with the loose tendrils of her raven mane. A lax smile upon her lips as she looked up at the stars. Concluding to herself that she had not fallen asleep for too long. Right about now she was wishing that Lydia was with her. She did not even know where her Lady in waiting's quarters were. Loving it!! Especially the Knight and the Lady in Waiting.
Thread: Clashing of the Royals ( Ava & Bloody Ava )

Eola was startled when her husband, without warning, entered the room, or rather... stumbled. Her heart skipped a beat when the door closed behind him. It was easy to tell that he had plenty of wine to drink before he came to his room. This was not the best way to start off the night and all she could thing of was that it could be worse... and that it might get worse. She felt so vulnerable as his eyes openly surveyed her exposed form. Like a fresh piece of meat before a hungry lion. That was how she felt. Yet, her feet did not wish to obey their owners as she was rooted to the spot with her back to the windowsill. As he worked on his garb she could not help but watch as more and more of his skin was brought to view. She closed the gap and walked towards him. Something seemed to swell beneath her bosom, but she found a small pang of confidence. The source? Maybe his inebriated state. Maybe he would pass out or not even remember what had happened. She did not know. I look forward to getting to know my husband. A finger hooked in the front of his waistband. Come, my future king. She knew he was prideful and ached for a title. She had easily deducted that being the only reason he would agree to such a marriage. She took a seat upon the soft edge of the bed and pulled him before her. The soft palms of her hands resting upon the contours of his chest. Almost as thought she were trying to memorize every single inch of him. He was not the patient, sweet, and charming man from before. She knew not what to expect behind closed doors, let alone in his current state. She could smell the sweet lingering scent of the wine upon his breath. She spoke no more, unless she was spoken to. Eola could not describe the feelings that were taking over her. Fear? Nervousness? Maybe... a bit of excitement? She did not have the experience he had and she far from expected a romantic moment, fearful of getting her hopes smashed. She wanted to give her husband a kiss, but honestly she knew not where to begin with him. She knew nothing, absolutely nothing of him. Oh why couldn't he have been like this at their wedding? Then again, she could have been speaking a little too soon. Who knew where this night would end.
Thread: Clashing of the Royals ( Ava & Bloody Ava )

Nicholas was surprised by the obedience and, almost, eagerness by which his wife responded to his words and actions. He had expected a battle of wills, even an outright denial of his advances, yet he supposed that Eola had given him little reason to expect such a thing. She had been nothing but compliant since their meeting in the chapel, why should he expect anything different from her now? The Prince allowed himself to be led by his waistband, foot steps sure where previously they had been unsteady, eyes remaining fixed upon the woman in front of him. Oh certainly his ego swelled as she referred to him by what he would one day be. How he longed for the day when he was King, when no one would dare tell him what he should or shouldn't do, when he could touch and have anyone he wanted. The smirk upon his lips grew as he stood over her, relishing the feeling of delicate fingers tracing over the outline of the muscles beneath sun-kissed skin. He raised a hand, strong fingers tracing along her jawline before sloping down the gentle curve of her neck, a thumb brushing across Eola's soft lips. His eyes washed over her upturned face, taking in her beautiful features of his newly acquired wife. She was certainly fit to grace his bed, truthfully she was one of the more beautiful creatures to perch upon the edge of the well stuffed mattress. Nicholas leant down, tilting her face upward to meet his lips as they descended to meet her own. This kiss was passionate, not reserved nor awkward, but demanding and full of the fire that landed him in equal amounts of pleasure and difficulty. He drew back as quickly as he had initiated the kiss, shoulders shrugging roughly to shed the cloth that continued to hang about them, sending his shirt rustling to the ground behind him. Hands fell to loosen the fastenings of his trousers, working his boots off his feet and brushing them aside carelessly. For the time being he left his lower body covered as he leant in for another kiss, pressing his wife backward and further onto the bed. There was little to say and so he said nothing, his hands following the curve of her shoulders before tracing down her sides, fingers seeking to bunch up the fabric of her gown, working the hem further up her thighs. Lips pressed against Eola's own, nipping lightly at the soft flesh before his tongue darted out to caress her lower lip, seeking entrance to her mouth in a demanding and hungry manner. All his previous concerns and irritations were forgotten in the heat of the moment, now Nicholas focused upon one thing and one thing only - his wife's body. Apologies for the delay!
Thread: Clashing of the Royals ( Ava & Bloody Ava )

Eola could only pray and hope that he would one day be the man she had thought, only in her dreams, to marry. He had not forced her into this bed with him, it was her duty. She harbored no love for him. A wife's duty entailed taking care of her husband and producing heir, but there was one thing that he would soon come to learn that his wife was not a woman to be trifled with. She was nice, when the moment called for it, but she could deal a silent hurt that could not be described. She made people feel bad without even raising her voice. It was a talent that she came to possess from her mother. At the end of the day, he was going to be sharing a bed with her, and eventually he would realize what he had and how easily it could be taken away. This female held pride in herself. Not one to flaunt, it was still pride. There was no denying the butterflies in her stomach. He was a powerful man and so far he only had her trembling at his touch - in a disturbingly aroused way. Her husband held the reigns, as she was sure, he wanted. It was also best for her, because she had no idea what to do or what he loved. Her heart was pounding beneath her chest when he gave her that kiss. It was nothing like what they shared at the alter. Eola had little doubt that Nicholas was working one one thing, and it was not getting to know his wife as a whole. It was a start though. A good start. His kiss spoke promises of what would come. As his lips drew back, taking her breath with him in a the form of a soft sigh. She watched as the fine male slipped out of his boots and his shirt. These actions alone painted a clear blush on the fair skin of her cheeks. When he began loosening his trousers, she felt the heat spike in the room. Now she found herself second guessing what she had gotten herself into. She was no this easy, nor was she as calm as she may have appeared. Did he even know she was untouched? All thoughts seemed to come to a screeching halt when Nicholas possessed her lips with another kiss. His advancement came in a shocking brazenly intimate torrent that was, sadly, only the beginning. She felt everything. Her senses seemed to heighten to a considerable degree. Eola could not deny the scent of her own arousal. The nervous micro shivers that danced across her skin as the hem of her gown was slowly worked up. At some point she found herself laying further on the bed. His hands seemed to explore the subtle curves of her body while his lips struck her own in ways she had not seen coming. Her body seemed to slowly heed to his advances. Lips parting at the beckoning of his tongue. Her legs did close as he slid the hem of her gown up. She was not use to being seen in so little, let alone being could in such a way. Her body was wracked with so many emotions, she wasn't sure what to feel. Was this really her husband? It was nice, although he was being a little forceful, but it could have been worse... and she kindof liked it.
Thread: Clashing of the Royals ( Ava & Bloody Ava )

Nicholas had his suspicions that his bride had never lain with a man before, despite his apparent indifference to her feelings he was aware of the subtle tell-tale signs. The slight resistance in her body as he urged her further onto the bed, the way her thighs pressed together shyly as her night gown crept further and further up her legs. He had been with such women before, though it was not a common occurrence - sadly noble fathers and husbands took offence to their daughters' and wives' purity being taken from them before the appropriate time. Certainly there was the odd serving girl that he managed to get his hands on before they were spoilt by another Lord's lustful desires. The Prince leant over his wife, a knee pressed into the bed beside her as his fingers untangled from the sheer fabric that lay against Eola's body, instead reaching down to trail his fingertips over the pale exposed flesh of her thigh and creeping up beneath the hem of the gown as his kiss continued, hot and heavy. He could feel his desire straining against the fabric of his trousers, a low groan of anticipation rumbling within his throat as the Prince's tongue twisted and danced around his wife's. Lust was swiftly replacing any requirement to be gentle, he wanted her and he wanted her now. His fingers curled about one of her own delicate hands and pressed it firmly up against the bulge tenting his trousers, holding her palm tight against him. Nicholas released her a few moments later, fingers gathering up the thin fabric of her gown and began to drag it up her body, a hand slipped under and beneath her, lifting her sufficiently to allow the material to glide up past her hips to bunch about her waist. The kiss broke, the Prince leaning back to admire the new flesh that he had exposed, cold blue eyes washing over the pale skin hungrily. Impatience won out, Nicholas stepped back and off the bed for a moment, working the remnants of his clothing over his hips and down his legs to reveal himself in all his glory. His manhood stood proud and firm, an organ befitting a man of his station and lengthy enough to provide even the more experienced lady an enjoyable ride - nevertheless it may well have been an intimidating sight for a woman unused to such things. He barely gave her time to take him in, lunging forward to loom over her once more as his lips crushed against her's once more, hands delving beneath the sheer gown to seek out Eola's breasts, caressing and squeezing the soft flesh.
Thread: Clashing of the Royals ( Ava & Bloody Ava )

The feeling of her husbands touch trailing along the sensitive flesh of her thigh had her breath hitched in her throat in a partial gasp that was fed to him in the midst of their kiss. There were some alien feelings building up in the tension within her body that commingled with her familiar and well known feelings of nervousness and slight fright. A strong hand took her own and it was guided to the heated bulge of her husband's trousers. Her palm went on its own course and caressed the bulge beneath his garb, but froze in place as her gown was moved further up her body. The urge to instantly pull it back down was only a hairs breath away, but she resisted. Parting lips from the kiss, left her own lips a little cold and wanting, as her breathing was a little heavy. She felt his cold eyes looking over her exposed flesh while a noticeable red hue made itself at home on her cheeks as her eyes looked away, only to look back at him as he began taking off the rest of his garb. What was revealed was indeed intimidating. She felt guilty that he was holding such a weapon within the confines of his garb. She should not have been surprised, but fear stepped forward and before she could even react she found her lips pressed against him once more and his nude figure looming over her body. His ram manhood pressing against the skin of her body. The warmth was unimaginable and the kisses still did little to obscure the thought that what he had was inevitably going to be put inside of her. Why couldn't he just pass out now? She was given no time to think as his hand snaked it's way beneath her dress and cupped at her bust. She found her back arching. Pressing her breast further into his hand. Her body's silent plea for more. Still her heart continued to pound beneath her chest. So many conflicting emotions. Eyes grew laden with arousal as more pleasure was brought about. Nothing painful thus far. Her own body was moving slightly. Her arms had somehow found their way around his neck. This was not love, but lust. Something she had to continue to remind herself. Hot breath spilled from her nostrils as he seemed to suck out her soul with a hard and heavy kiss. Small noises escaping past her lips and into his. This one night had to make a difference. It just had to. She had to be able to face him in the morning. That was... if he still occupied the same bed as she.
Thread: Clashing of the Royals ( Ava & Bloody Ava )

A knowing smirk played across the Prince's lips as he took note of the subtle responses his touch drew from her. In his opinion women were all the same in this regard, caress them in a certain way, draw out the anticipation of the moment and soon enough any woman - virgin or whore - would soon be like clay in your hands. One had to figure out which way one had to touch however, that was what he enjoyed, what he savoured from each of his conquests. Nevertheless, to have a woman of virtue within his bed was a rare thing untouched and pure, unused to the touches of a man. Noble Lords did not take well to their daughters or prospective wives being dis-robed in such a way before the allotted time and by anyone but the appropriate man. Nicholas was regularly and understandably not the appropriate man on many occasions, yet that hadn't stopped him stealing away particularly attractive maidens - consequence or no. Of course, for the most part, the Prince was sensible enough to slake his lust on more convenient women - servants or wives of nobility who had already endured their marriage beds. Even the future ruler of the Kingdom could only endure so much scandal, and there were some alliances that even Nicholas was not foolish enough to tarnish with a night's conquest.
Thread: Nothing Better then Twins (ML &Myself)

The alarm droned on with it's agitating buzz. The noise quickly silenced by a heavy hand. He groaned in his sleep. Aiden was glad to be on break for the summer. The eighteen year old boy had ideas of going to the beach chatting it up with all the girls their, he wanted to go out with his friends and all the like. However the plans he had for the summer came to a halt when his folks informed him they where taking there second honeymoon and he would have to stay and watch his two baby sisters. The thought of being cooped up all day had been a nightmare, even if he'd been given permission to invite friends over to the house it was still only a lack luster feeling, he was still under house arrest in a sense. He'd tried his hardest to convince his parents they where old enough to be home alone, or to hire a professional house keeper, or even have grandma come over to look after the two. However his parents had been very paranoid, and of course would not have hired any stranger to live in there house. So there he was, sleeping in like usual, thinking of what he was missing out, while his friends got to spend time outside, in the sun, at the beast, or hell even chasing around some short skirts at the mall. Aiden however let his eyes close back to sleep, grumbling gently to himself. His final conscious thought as he fell back to sleep was. Well...guess it isn't all bad he thought.
Thread: Nothing Better then Twins (ML &Myself)

Pandora and Lilith are twins and do mostly everything thing together. They never really left each other's side because they had a strong connection to each other. However, twins that they may be, they still shared some secrets away from each other. They had to do something and be known as independent and make a name for themselves instead of always being known as the Johnson twins or Aiden's twin sisters. They really hated being known as a set, but they got through it mostly and didn't give a shit most of the time. Lilith likes to get around a lot and is known for being really good in bed. She has had sex with mostly every guy in school, but had to do her best to make sure that Pandora and Aiden didn't find out about her. As far as they knew, she was still a virgin and innocent. She love using her body to get anything she wanted. Whether it was from the students or from the staff and faculty of the school, she did all she could so that she wouldn't have to do much and get a lot of things back. Pandora however, stayed to herself and away from people. Her personality was way different from her sister. She had a dry away of speaking and saw the world as dark and depressing. There wasn't a lot that could cheer her up. She was thought as emo, but she was really gothic with the way she dresses. She is also known as a Wiccan so a lot of people stay away from her when Lilith isn't around her.
Thread: Nothing Better then Twins (ML &Myself)

Aiden knew little of his twin sisters. When he was younger he had always played with them, taught them things and how to get away with things, like taking cookies off the shelf, or knowing the best ways to get out of trouble. As he got older, and began to see the world as only a teen aged boy could, he spent less and less time with his twin sisters. Now the three where very much strangers to one another, Pandora seemed normal for the most part, Lilith honestly at times gave him the creeps, though he knew she was fairly gentle and a bit of an introverted type of person. As he shifted in his sheets, his body did what it did in the mornings, Base instincts had him grow aroused without any form of physical stimuli. His young adult body giving him the pains of morning wood. It did little to really stir him, though it made his sleep less comfortable for sure. Unconsciously his hand moved down to stroke himself. A sign of a very pent up young male needing a bit of relief. Despite it though he slept on, his hand just coddling himself.