Thread: ____Pandora's Prize_____(OctopusPrince x Xinavee)

Amused by the questions for accuracy, Arwen pressed a knee into the bed before sinking his hand near Samirs shoulder and simply looped his strong hand around his Samirs side, dragging him closer to his side of the bed, so close, that it seemed there would be little room for movement in the night. Once Samir was in the right place, Arwen would gently, guide Samir to turn his shoulder away from Arwen, facing the wall, before a sheet was pulled over the slaves body, symbolically informing them both that intimacy was off limits. Still, as Arwen lay down, shifting his arm under Samirs head as his pillow, he couldnt help but tilt his hips up and shift just a bit closer against Samirs body. His shiver had nothing to do with the evening air that blew in off the coast. It had everything to do with the way his senses were filled with Samir. His scar riddled hand would lift into the long dark hair to comb it back over Arwens shoulder and the pillow he would use. It would be one more way the slave would not be able to pull from him without Arwen knowing it. The stiff half bulge at the apex of Arwens thighs had not fully dissipated yet, and as he shifted closer and pressed his chest against Samirs back he felt himself brush up against the perfect cleft nestled between Samirs rear. Arwen braced himself. Stiffened tightly, as his hand whipped down to clinch against Samirs hip, likely bruising the beautiful skin. Samir. Arwen growled. Dont. Wriggle. What seemed like eons, the strong grip remained as Arwen stilled himself, slowed his breathing and finally let his arm move possessively around Samirs side and letting his hand cup near Samirs heart. Sleep was elusive, as images of what he wanted to do, and mental commentary about what he should do with his newly acquired slave wared in his thoughts, but eventually Arwen slumbered. Deeply. Sinking so comfortably deep that when at last he woke, sunlight was already spilling into the window over the bed. Samir still filled his senses, and as he thought the slave still slept in his arms, Arwen shifted his head, delved his nose into the thick dark silk of Samirs hair and breathed deeply the scent of his slave. Scent that was already so embedded within his memory that Arwen was certain he could find the slave if he were blind. The sheet had slipped slightly in the night and Arwen let his chest press unhindered against the smooth delicate back as he explored the delectable skin just under the Samirs ear with his nose and lips, breathing in that sweet scent. Arwens lips parted brushed down along smooth neck to tease the hollow at the base of his neck at his shoulder. The warriors heart pounded faster as he let his scared hand move down the soft skin of Samirs arm, to grip his wrist and hold it captive against the sheets. Wake to me Samir, Arwen said as he shifted slightly, pressing his slave down, capturing the slaves free hand with the force of his body holding him against the mattress. The powerful thigh pinned Samirs hips and thighs to the bed, paralyzing the slighter slave as Arwen hung his head to feast upon the sweet silken skin. Lips parted as tongue and teeth gripped and tasted the skin of Samirs neck and shoulder blades, as Arwens free hand reached down along the sheet to caress along his side and down. Down. POUND! POUND! POUND! Arwen ignored the distraction, growling when the pounding came again, but set to a course that was much more interesting than climbing from the bed, but he couldnt ignore it any longer when the sound of the door opening, and foreign footsteps sounded on the marbled floor of the entry way, and then the kitchen. Leaping from the bed, Arwens temper was peeked as he caught the handle of the metal strigil and strode towards the door with deadly intent. Good morning from the stranger who sat lounging upon the chaise. He seemed unaffected by the dangerous intent of the warrior striding towards him, though two guards instantly blocked Arwens way, and four more stepped a bit closer towards their smug master. He mused letting his cool blue eyes shift over Arwen as he pointed towards the table still laden with a feast of fruits and pastries. A small slave shifted from behind him and moved to pick up a platter of the most choice options before bringing it back to him. You are invited to a luncheon soiree and if you do not rise soon you will be late. He smiled as he looked at Arwen before sucking his teeth and glancing at the plate. He pointed to a berry there before lifting his head up for the slave to feed him. Who are you? Arwen asked, though part of him knew before the man even turned his attention back to him. Oh, didnt I say? I am your proprietor, Eros, He waved his hand in the air as he added, well one of many whom you may thank at the luncheon today. And If I do not accept thisinvitation. Here the man stopped eating the fruits and sat up from the chair, turning his cold eyes towards Arwen. You seem to be under the misguided impression that you had a choice. You will be there by will or by force. He stood as he headed towards the door and lowered his hand towards a box at upon one of the barrels still in the entry way. I suggest you change unless you wish to join us nude. Whichever way you like.