Thread: A priaveteer recieves a gift  [Edward Thatch, Mary Elmwood]

Looking at the table top, fidgeting with her spoon under the table, she heard whispers about her from the bar and looked their direction and watched them. How free they were. Their age and situation was the only reason she had been a slave. She listened to him talking about the queen and nodded. Her spies are everywhere and I've heard at the auction her spy master can change his looks. Pain doesn't really bother me anymore.'she said remembering back to her first whipping how the gaurds had taken turns because their arms had grown tired, how she had gone hoarse from screaming. The thoughts of torture made her reach for the wine again. It was strong and the taste was like nothing she had ever had before. She took a breath in her mouth after and picked up notes of fruit in the wine. She looked at him as he told his story and wasn't sure she believed it. What was your friends name? She asked and was surprised she even cared about the story at all. When he finished the story she wanted him to talk more but found that surprising to herself she had an interest. She felt herself wanting to comfort him in some way, to express that he had saved so many lives even if it was brief. He had shown that there was something left in the world that gave hope to slaves. She looked at the food before overwhelmed. A half loaf of bread and massive bowl of stew were put in front of her. She looked at the spoon gripping it awkwardly as she had used a spoon since she was very very young. It fell from her hands many times and the frustration took over. Picking up the bowl she quickly started eating it down. She felt his hand on her arm and panicked jumping away from him watching his every move. Like an mouse would watch the snake approach. She listened to his words as he talked about the food but couldn't bring herself to believe him. All the food she wanted? That had never happened, she usually went to bed hungry. She saw the look of saddeness in his eyes as she started to take slower bites while trying to use the spoon again. She found a napkin and wiped her mouth on it when she was finished eating but kept nibbling at the bread. Always trying to eat as much as she could wouldn't be hungry later. She looked down at her stomach and felt full in the first time that she could remember. Following him upstairs the quiet was almost eerie in the hallway. Following him into their room she has striped when he had told her too. Past experience only knew she was about to be beaten or whipped. She remembered his kiss earlier and felt herself flush, she has taken her dress off but had covered herself. She was gong to ask him but he has started to undress himself. She looked towards the door they had just come in and felt herself inching towards if very slowly to not catch his eye. She looked ad him once more and stopped in her tracks. Completely nude and in front of her. She paled at the sight of him growing nervous as it came to the surface. Sex.... They were going to have sex. He had gasped at her wounds and she looked down at herself knowing it was normal for her. Being a Slave freer he would be upset at the sight of her body. Before she could take another move he collected her in his arms which she was frozen in shock as she had looked him over once. She had never seen a naked man before, despite her station she had never seen a naked man. He kissed her again and she stayed very very still. She felt herself tingling but couldn't look down because he was still kissing her. She felt something stir in her lower body and it kept getting stronger. She felt it drip from her womanhood onto her inner thighs. She had felt his manhood touch her thigh and she gasped and jumped slightly. She was still being kissed as the tingling got stronger and stronger. The mulled wine had gone to her head as well. Her head was spinning as she touched her lips but looked down at her body seeing the wounds were healing without a sign they were ever there at all. Her nipples had grown hard over the kiss as well but she was too shocked to see her body was healing itself to notice. How did you do that? Are you a wizard? She asked looking at him completely unaware at the moment of her station as a slave who was to never ask questions. Blinking as he asked her if she wanted to heal completely, her skin she assumed would be as a new born child after it was said and done. Who would she be without her scars? Most of them were so old she couldn't image life without them. She picked up her dress and kept her eyes looking at his shoulder but not directly looking at him. I think I'll keep them thank you'she said shakily still holding the dress. His last question sunk in and if it hadn't been noticeable by her reactions. I'm a virgin. She whispered looking at him starting to back up.