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Post by Davion Clavel (D) on Jun 8, 2006 22:17:00 GMT -5
The ride back was strange to say the least. Tonight had not gone anywhere near how I had anticipated. The other guests, the foreign 'Prince' also in competition for her favors, if not already enjoying them. Whore-spawn. No matter, I would find out the other events going on and then I would continue with my suit.
The carriage rolled up to the House and I strode out. Few servants were around but I paid them no mind.
"You, let me know when Lord Michael returns. I want a word with him." the butler bowed low and hurried off, no doubt going to warn the other staff.
Once in my rooms the smell of soft incense assaulted me. I breathed deeply of the intoxicating fragrance, and heard splashes in the bathing room. I casually stood in the doorway and watched Ishtar bathe. By Elua she was a bewitching creature, all smooth grace and pliable flesh. And wet, droplets of water coursing down her skin, she was even more delectable.
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Post by Ishtar Palindrake (I) on Jun 8, 2006 22:32:31 GMT -5
My breathing caught in my throat and I stilled, listening. Some one had just entered the room, was standing and watching me. For a pathetic moment I thought my Prince had come back to seduce me one more time, that it had been a false alarm.
Fool! It's the Bastard not your Prince. What story will you weave to explain your love marked lip, houri?
I bought myself some time. Sensually I picked up a thick sponge and lathered my opposite arm, turning my torso just enough to profile my small breasts and perfect profile. I arched my back slightly and let the water drip down my smooth skin and sighed invitingly.
I was not surprised when warm hands caressed my shoulders, moved down my arms and captured the sponge. Gently Davion eased it from my grip and began washing my back. That was surprising. I moved into his touch but kept a wary heart.
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Post by Davion Clavel (D) on Jun 8, 2006 22:42:13 GMT -5
The diameter of her back was so slender, as was the span of her hips, and yet still she looked womanly, just... delicate. I loved it, feeling her slender, fragile body under me as I took her. A stunning dichotomy. I rinsed the soap from her back and shoulders before pushing aside the heavy mass of her hair, kissing her shoulders and neck.
"Ishtar, stand for me lovely Rose." And gracefully she did, water sheeting from her pale flesh as she turned to face me, one delicate hand resting on my shoulder for balance. I wanted her. Always wanted her. If only the Princess Regent was more like her, pliable, beautiful beyond compare and my devoted slave. I smiled as my eyes traced over her delicate curves.
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Post by Ishtar Palindrake (I) on Jun 13, 2006 11:32:05 GMT -5
His eyes never reached my face. The proud arch of my neck, but never my face. How predictable. My Prince's love bit on my lip went completely unnoticed by the brute in front of me, pawing me with his large hands. My treacherous body had gained pleasure from his attentions before, much to my shame, but this moment, all I felt was cold and wet from my bath.
And I didn't think I could bear to have him couple with me and taint the memories and feelings my Prince had given me this night.
I shuddered as his hands went to my hips, sliding inward to probe my nether parts.
"No." the word slipped out before I could stop it.
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Post by Davion Clavel (D) on Jun 13, 2006 11:36:15 GMT -5
No.
No?
No! She dared to say no to me?
"Ungrateful, whore! I should take you back to Tyre and sell you in the open souks to the first ham fisted merchant I find." I slapped her, not as hard as I wanted, refrained from doing the violence to her person that was simmering in my blood. Not yet, I'd hurt her slowly.
She dropped down into the bath and prostrated herself awkwardly before me, her slim shoulders shaking and tears pouring down her face.
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Post by Ishtar Palindrake (I) on Jun 13, 2006 11:41:49 GMT -5
Oh the pain of that blow. I felt my teeth cut into the delicate tissue of my cheek and tasted blood. He was so strong, could kill me so easily. I felt terror arch along every nerve and wondered for a moment what it would be to die at his hands. Christien's soft words echoed in my head and I drew strength from them. Think! And fast for your life depends on it!
Prostrate in the tub, a painful position I sobbed, "Please my Lord! I am not refusing you, despite how ill chosen my words were. My- my woman's blood is upon me this night and I am unclean. It is taboo, and I refused to save your person from being sullied. Forgive this stupid Odalisque her crime." I kept very still, only the tremor evident in my voice. Please, Lady Ishtar! Let him believe.
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Post by Davion Clavel (D) on Jun 13, 2006 11:45:32 GMT -5
A look of distaste and disgust went over my face. Women and their bodies, despite being vessels of wondrous pleasure where... unclean. Some days I almost understood why Malik preferred men.
"Fine. Get out. I'll make use of you once you're 'clean' again. Till then, stay out of my sight." I left her in the bath, my lusts thoroughly quenched. Mayhap I'd pay a visit to the Night Court while my little houri was indisposed.
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Post by Ishtar Palindrake (I) on Jun 13, 2006 11:52:20 GMT -5
I bit back a sob of relief. Thank you Ishtar! Painfully I pulled myself out of the tub and dried off, cleaning away all signs of my having been in the tub. With just the towel wrapped around my body, my clothes in my arms I hurried from the room.
What would I do with all this freedom? At least a week free from his attentions. A week of respite.
A week to see my Prince. At least a few times.
I crawled into my small bed under the eves of the house, listening to the sounds of sleep and coupling emanating from the servant's quarters nearby. I fell asleep planning ways to thwart Davion, to see my Prince and to once and for all be free of my chains.
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