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Thread: Of Knights and Princes [ punkjello & Kitten ]

Kalian tried not to pull his hand back as Dimitri kissed his hand, feeling a strange tingle upon the flesh that made him bite his bottom lip. The Prince was still confused at how he should feel and almost hoped it wasn??t the feeling of disgust, because if that was so, there would be problems in the future. The knight promised him that they would get through this together and that he would not take anything Kalian did not wish to give, but the words felt like temporary balms to the problem. Sooner or later, the blonde knew that he would have to give up something to the knight, because even if it wasn??t in their desires, they knew that from this moment on, there was no other but each other. What an absolute?unless I have him killed? he mentally pondered, almost laughing at such a ridicules thought. Dimitri was one of their best knights??it would have been almost impossible to have him killed. Even more so, he shouldn??t have even thought about such horrible ideas against his friend and his fianc. ??I?I will try.? He muttered, realizing that he had not yet pull his hand back from Dimitri??s grasp. With a small blush, he pulled his hand back and rested it against his side as he just stood in front of the knight. He felt at a lost, not knowing what else to do with the older man. If it had been with a maiden, he would have suggested that they moved to the gardens to sightsee and get to know each other further. But as it was, he was with Dimitri, someone who he did know in some level already. Maybe I should invite him for lunch? instead of inviting the knight, however, he just stood there, deep in his thought of where go to from here. Yup. English isn't my first language and I have to use a translator for some words I don't have down yet.
Thread: Divine Amusement (lips like morphine and Methos)

Many feared the wrath of the gods. Perhaps more simply they should simply have feared their interest. There was likely nothing kinder to the world than the benign neglect of the gods, for in such circumstances the gravest concerns that mortals needed to address their minds to were those troubles that could be enacted simply by other men. Few things should truly have proven as frightening to the world than the boredom of the gods. Thus by rights the world should collectively have cringed when Althan turned his mind towards the world. His awareness was briefly struck with a deluge of prayers. Indeed given that he was counted as a war god, the god of hunting, a god of healing and considered to be the chief patron god of dozens of cities the list of supplicants indeed went on for a not entirely considerable length of time. The occasional flick of his finger as he sat brooding on the stone throne like chair beneath him was all the distinguished between those requests granted and those he chose to ignore. Thus with only the slightest of acknowledgements diseases were cured, wounds were healed, lives were destroyed in the heat of combat and dozens of beasts were slain. With the routine matters dealt with his attention lingered upon the world. Dark eyes gazed downwards and scrutinized the distant happens, watching the various cities that claimed to honour him foremost, like a patrician taking a sudden interest in some far flung holding he now turned a proprietary eye upon his cities. His consciousness lingered as a stream of lives moved before him. People went about the everyday drudgery of their lives. Craftsmen constructed a variety of objects from fine furnishings to metalwork. Farmers toiled in their fields and merchants haggled in their stores. Such drudgery was hardly captivating. Far more lurid were the odd acts of infidelity that played out in the mid-day and the squabbles of rival gangs over territories when they broke out into open violence. Yet still his mind wandered.
Thread: Divine Amusement (lips like morphine and Methos)

Arelia feared only on thing, her gods. She had always been brave, willing to fight through anything to get to what she thought was right. Having watched her family die due to war she had tried her best to stay away from violence, but vengence ran through her veins. No matter what she tried to do she would not be able to resist the temptation to defeat those who stole away her family. The only thing she feared however was punishment for her actions from Althan. He was her true Diety, and nothing else could stop her worship of him. Indeed she would do everything in her power to take revenge, but if it displeased Althan she woud wait until a more apropriate time. Arelia was the pretties girl in her city, having been so obsessed in the deaths of her family she had never taken with a man, her body as pure as the holy water. She was the woman all men wanted but the one none could seem to get. Oh sure she'd tease them, and lead them on to believe they'd have a chance, but in the end they were smooshed beneath her boots like a bug. Her long vibrant blonde hair billowed in the wind and the sun helped make her blue eyes shine like the sky. She was something to watch out for, that was for certain.
Thread: Divine Amusement (lips like morphine and Methos)

Althans attention traveled through one particular city for a period of time. He simply watched the people as they meandered about their business. Although his attention drifted as it fell upon one particular girl. A rather striking and youthful blonde woman at that, he smiled as he regarded her. His gaze took in the rather perfect shape of her body as yet unspoiled by the touch of any man. He knew the woman for ever did she pray to him, begging for vengeance against those that had wronged her family. Perhaps if she thought that her pleas were unheard, now she would know that her god was acutely aware of her. Shed feel a presence descending upon her, heavy and uplifting all at once leaving her body tingling as though its simple presence caressed against every inch of her skin. Nothing would be said that any other could hear but in her mind shed rather plainly hear You shall have your vengeance for your family Arelia.. but you will be mine and mine alone. The god did not name himself, indeed he simply assumed she would know whom exactly had chosen to spoke to her. He lingered briefly as his presence would seem to envelope her and only then would he withdraw leaving the girl to deal with that particular revelation. However, the price of her desires was evidently rather steep, being herself.
Thread: Divine Amusement (lips like morphine and Methos)

Arelia had been walking through the town, taking care of daily chores and such when she stopped quite suddenly in the middle of the street. Something was touching her, but there was nothing around. It's soft touches carressed every inch of her skin, her body tingling with sensations she didn't understand. She looked around, wondering who could be doing this, but there was nothing. Then she heard a voice. Vengence? Hers? Finally? She couldn't believe it, but she clung to the idea, she wanted it so very much. Her prayers were being answered, and no matter what she had to do, it was what she wanted. She ran to her home, having dropped the basket she had been carrying and raced into her house. She slammed the door and rested upon it. Her heart slamming in her chest. Are you there Althan? I heard you! I agree! Please answer my prayers my lord! She cried out to the heavens, hoping he'd come to her. When she heard nothing or felt nothing sher crawled into her bed, hoping that when she awoke her false hopes would no longer exist.
Thread: Divine Amusement (lips like morphine and Methos)

The girls reaction had amused the god. She had such eagerness at the idea of her request being fulfilled. He watched her as she returned home and begged for some further response to him. Although as the girl promised him that she agreed with what he stated a brief smile would quirk across his lips. No response was made to the girl however, but once sleep claimed her she would find the same presence seeming to descend upon her in her dreams. A hand would seem to stray along her body as that tingling sensation would return to her form. That hand traced along the curves of her body as it pressed to her firmly, feeling that soft flesh beneath its touch. Calloused fingers pressed into her and seemed to slip along her, squeezing and lingering upon that nubile form. That touch upon her strayed downwards to the soft lips of her sex. Fingers brushed against them rather firmly and before rubbing against them rather vigorously. There was something intoxicating about that touch, it slide over her and had a rather irresistible quality to it. Fingers were pressed just inside of her and swirled about to touch and stimulate her. Although these fingers were not pressed so deeply within so as to break that delicate hymen that preserved her purity. Her clit found these same strong fingers rubbing against her and grinding down upon those petals of puffy flesh. Rather firmly working that sensitive nub to make her body squirm with pleasure. Perhaps it was all no more than a pleasant dream aside from the fact that a flaming pain would shoot through the girls body as a scarlet mark was left upon the womans flesh. The stylized sword, hunting horn and leaf arranged in an overlapping fashion were seared into her flesh. The words You are mine would echo through his mind until the girl awoke to find in life as in the dream the gods symbol had been branded into her body just above her sex.
Thread: Divine Amusement (lips like morphine and Methos)

Arelia layed in her bed, wondering about the strange sensations she had felt while in town. As if He had been listening she felt them again. This time stronger, calloused hands gliding against her smooth skin, her body reacting to each sweet touch. Her heart began to race and then when she felt something part her legs she let it, she stretched herself out as wide as she could, allowing the strange sensations to take over. Her back arched as the touch went from soft, to vigorous, just at her sex. She could feel something stimulating her inside, but not taking away her precious virginity. She writhed in tormented pleasure on her bed, her moans filling the room until suddenly she felt a severe pain. She jolted awake and looked down, there just above her sex was his symbol. She smiled, her dreams would soon come true.
Thread: Divine Amusement (lips like morphine and Methos)

The gods voice would idly fill her ear as he murmured Look. Before her eyes the city her own had been at war with was displayed as though a vivid dream before her eyes. It appeared to be normally going about its business, as children played in the streets, women went through its market and soldiers lined the walls. Your enemy is at peace. The god idly noted But ruin can fall upon a city swiftly when the favour of the gods turns against them. I can level that city with earthquakes, fire and pestilence. Leaving not but a smoking ruin and rotting corpses where once stood the city of your enemies. He specified what amounted to a cruel fate for anyone regardless of what wrongs they had done. You would have your vengeance. The voice idly noted A terrible vengeance. The god altered the picture to show buildings crumbling and being consumed by fire, and people brought low and to death by the ravages of disease. That presence brushed against her and idly noted But if you wish it, you will prepare yourself for me. Make both your body and mind prepared to seek to please your god. The lengths taken to be suitable for a king, do not suffice for no king can be any more than a mere shadow of a god. When you are ready place yourself upon my altar, and if I am content I shall claim you, and you will have your vengeance. Thereafter, there was only silence.
Thread: Tale of Lovers (OnaBoat69+Chokuro)

They said he was an idiot. They said it would never work. He would show them just how wrong they were. The black, leather chair creaked as the man leaned against it. He should be doing work, he was swamped, but he mind often wandered. Her face was always in his head, her voice, always on his mind. With a blink, his daydream was over. He stared blankly at the blinking line on his computer. The top of the screen read Progress Report, 422 Ah, the joys of the bi-weekly progress report of sales. He was always swamped. He was never home. Why wouldn't people call him an idiot? The man ruffled his red hair and his brown eyes searched the piece of paper infront of him. Half of him wanted to call his home, call the love of his life, the other half knew that he would soon head to his homestead. With a glance at the clock, it read 121. Fuck. That meant there was almost three hours left until he was off. To think, just a hour ago, he called to his home to talk to his girlfriend. One whom he would follow to the ends of the Earth, follow blindly through a new area, trusting her insight. The bronze plated nametag read Devon Thomas. It should have read Devon Thomas, Professional Asshole. An outline of his job was to call people, and to hassle them into buying his product. Quite frankly, he didn't even know what he was selling anymore. He glanced to the clock, 122. Had it only been a minute? He groaned under his breath and picked his pen up, breathing through his nose in frustration of what time he had just read. . .
Thread: Tale of Lovers (OnaBoat69+Chokuro)

She was positively the worst. She knew it too. Cheating was a horrible, horrible thing to do, especially to one who was so badly infatuated with her, but that was the problem. Her boyfriend was great. He was a nice guy. He had a job. He had aspirations. He thought the sun rose and fell with his little Olivia. He truly was in love with her and never saw her flaws. What more could a girl ask for? Well, a lot actually. The brunette loved her boyfriend. She did. He was sweet and cared for her and was so much better than so many other boyfriends she had had in the past. The thing that got her was that he was a bit too clingy to her. She needed a man with a bit more of a backbone and someone who actually wanted to touch her more than he had been. She knew sex was not what a relationship needed to survive, but she had urges. She had them and they were not fulfilled by the man as of yet, so she wandered. She went off the proper path and well, she had to admit that she definitely liked what she found. She had been complaining to one of her friends. Anna had come over for some coffee so that her friend could tell her her woes, and somehow, one thing wound up leading to another. Her friend had always had an interest in girls, and Olivia soon found out that she had a crush on her, and well, Anna had been there to give her the physical contact she wanted. She had not thought that she could be so pleased while being such a horrible person, but she was. She loved it. She more or less started to date Anna. Going out to dinner and seeing movies, and going back to her place to fulfill their lustful urges. Olivia was happy. Sure, she went back home to Devon and she definitely should not. She should not have even kept him along for this long, but she could not break his heart. He was too sweet and well, maybe the spark would be lit for them once more soon enogh. If that happened, then she had already told Anna that she would probably wind up going back with him. For now? The green-eyed girl was over at her friend's house, getting the relief she badly sought for. Clothes strewn carelessly about the floor, soft creaks of a bed, and the gentle moans of a deprived woman getting what she so badly yearned after. She definitely found her friend's mouth to be better than she would have thought. There were some things that only a woman could do that a man could not. Olivia writhed in pleasure quite often when her friend was in the lead. Oh, she took the lead sometimes, just not currently. She much preferred to be the submissive one who just turned to putty at the slightest touch. That was her. She groaned beneath the blonde on top of her, her back arching up and against the hand upon her chest, gasping and panting. This had been how the woman had been spending most of her afternoons -- Over Anna's house and just getting what she needed. It was beneficial for Devon, sort of. This way, she never minded to just sit in bed and cuddle with him or not be as sexual as she wanted.
Thread: Tale of Lovers (OnaBoat69+Chokuro)

It wasn't as though he didn't want to touch her physically. Really. Should he know she was cheating on him, he would defineatly do something, but his mind didn't work like that. He thought back to last weekend, when his friend Blaine had come into town from Seattle for a business trip. Blaine was a ladies man, he knew what their minds did. Devon really shouldn't have gotten mad at him, but he never liked realizing the truth. He thought back to that night. What do you mean? Blaine said as he took a sip of his drink. Devon shook his head. I meant exactly what I said. He said as he looked into the swirling goodness that was the Crown Royale in his glass. Blaine stood up and walked toward the man. So. . .you and Olivia, whom you love deeply, don't fuck. Devon looked around embarrassed, and made eye contact with a blonde girl who quickly looked away. Look. Devon started, but was quickly interrupted. Look what? If you want me to do it, I'll fuck her. He said with a laugh. Devon stood up quickly, What are you trying to say? He asked as he stared down at his friend, now angry with him. Blaine just laughed and finished off his drink. With a hand on Devon's shoulder, he made him sit back down. Look man, girls have needs to. If you don't fulfill them, someone else will. He said as he ordered another drink from the bartender. Devon shook his head and just listened to the man. . With a sigh, he came around again. It was almost February 14th, the Day of Love. What was he going to do? Part of him was afraid that he was too freaky for her. He was attracted to her, that was why he made the first move. Maybe tonight when he got back, he would do something. The man reached into his jacket and pulled out a silver flask, took a long swig from it and bestowed it back into his pocket. The only time he ever touched her, he was drunk, something he tried giving up, though old habits die hard. He didn't even remember it. A glance to the clock, 442. Almost time to go home. He picked his stuff up and shoved it into a briefcase, he needed something. As he said goodbye to his co workers, walked to his car and shoved his stuff in the backseat. Sitting in the front seat, he sighed. Taking the flask out again, he finished off what little liquid was left and made his way toward the local liqour store, en-route for his house. ..
Thread: Tale of Lovers (OnaBoat69+Chokuro)

After a nice shower and a glance to the clock, Olivia smiled over at her friend. ??I should head home.? She said, walking to the girl and placing a passionate kiss to her lips before she pulled back, sighing gently. ??See you later.? She whispered and then left the little apartment of her friend. The brunette made her way down the street, her purse on her shoulder and her green eyes looking around. Devon should be home soon. She would meet up with him, have dinner, go to bed and cuddle and everything would wind up all the same as it had been prior to her leaving to go see Anna. Luckily for Olivia, her job was not all that demanding. She was an on-call type of person. The business called her when they needed an extra hand, and she came as long as it was possible for her. Sure, it got annoying after a while, but Devon did not mind to pay for the things at home all the time. She was searching for a new job anyway. Something that she would actually like. Something to use her college degree on. Once inside the house, she kicked off her stilettos and moved to the couch. Groaning as she flopped into the cushions, knees to her chest and she silently waited for her boyfriend to return. She truly debated if she should just break it off with him. Tell him there??s another person and go out properly with Anna. She did not want to hurt him though. She knew cheating on him hurt him too, if he were to ever find out, but breaking up with him was just too hard. He would be crushed and she did not want that. She was selfish right now. She did not want his misery on her conscience. Besides, what if he got better? What if he was actually able to touch her without having booze in his system first? Actually, that was a bad thing in general. She did not like that the only time he ever had courage to touch her was when he had alcohol in him. Frankly, it made her question his sexuality sometimes.
Thread: Lost Jedi (Hanita & I)

Master Jones paced about quietly, his mind racing about at the current predicament his pupil and himself had landed in.It was supposed to be a routine check on trade federation vessels, ensuring nothing was being smuggled that should not have been.Furrowing his brow Jones rubbed his temples, his long red hair in a braid down his back as his loose robes fluttered in the breeze.Do not fret my young padawan, this is merely an inconvenience he stated as he began to pace.The ship was in tatters, barely able to do anything but provide a nice place for vines to start growing. It shouldn't take long for the council to discover something has gone wrong and come looking he stated as he stopped his pacing.For now we must focus on shelter, I don't want to be caught out in this meadow when night falls he exclaimed.
Thread: Lost Jedi (Hanita & I)

Its okay master, I have faith in your words she smiled, Master Jones Padawan Mikazuki. She was a bit of a smaller woman, at 5'4. But she had an ample and gorgeous body meant for well past her age. She moved her long black braid away from her face as the wind blew. She smiled as she looked around for shelter, or a place to start looking rather, she didn't mind being stuck here with her master.
Thread: Lost Jedi (Hanita & I)

He huffed and sat down atop a stone that jutted out.This cave will do he stated as he wheezed for breath, having been notorious in his love of pastry and lazy meditative lifestyle.Besides, wander too far from the craft and they may not find us he stated, wiping the sweat from his brow.His fingers dipped into the cool moist puddles of the forest floor, smearing the cooled water over his face to refresh himself.I'll see what I can scrounge for food he stated.You can work on firewood.
Thread: Lost Jedi (Hanita & I)

As you wish master, I'll get right on it. She pulled off her cloak and laid it by the entrance of the cave, it was too hot to walk around with it. She turned off and walked to get some wood. The close were rather tight to her, showing her wonderful figure and butt nicely. Her steps had a lovely sway. As she made around to the woods, there was a good amount of large branches to work with thankfully, and if those rather out, she could cut some down. She picked up the best she could and started to head back. The heat was so much, she cloths were getting damp in sweat.
Thread: Lost Jedi (Hanita & I)

He was laying down on a bed of moss under a shade tree chewing on a few nuts he'd found.In the time it had taken her to gather firewood, he had gathered an entire robes-full of fruits and nuts that had been around the area.Legendary was his knack for finding edible things.Took you long enough he teased with a smile as he stood up and balled up the robe of food.It's getting dark, we can start the fire in the cave, It's well enough ventilated he instructed.Smiling he placed a hand on his padawan's shoulder.You're doing very well Mikazuki, most padawan learners would be freaking out in this type of situation.
Thread: Lost Jedi (Hanita & I)

She smiled and carried the wood into the cave, I have faith in our abilities, I see no reason to panic, being calm is always the best choice anyway. If you are calm, you can think of how to solve the problem at hand. You have all the time in the world. She set the wood up and started the fire, she opened her robe a bit to get some air in between her chest.