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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 13, 2008 13:35:30 GMT -5
I hated this place. It was too loud, frequented by the lower life of the City in all their unwashed glory. The food was like as not to poison you and the drinks were shite. Cheap, but still shite. Yet here I was, sitting in a back table nursing my second bottle of brackish uisge. and praying for Oblivion to find me. The Rat Bastard hadn't shown yet. I took another long swig, maybe this one would do it.
No. I could still feel the incredible softness of her hand under mine. Gods, Juliette! I wanted to smash my brother's face in, drag her under me and plunder those soft lips, kiss-
Kiss? No. No! I did not kiss women. Did. Not. Kiss. Them. Ever. Not since that gold digging whore of Bryony. Well, I'd only ever kissed her. I know I hadn't kissed a woman since her. But before? Had I even kissed that first serving maid I'd tumbled on the estate when I was 15? No. Maybe. And Saffryn had been the first adept I'd lain with... No. Surely I'd kissed at least one other woman in my life?
Well, I didn't need to start with Juliette. She was Gratien's. A snort of derisive laughter left me. She was too good for him. And for me. Again that sharp clench near my heart as I remembered the look on her face in the hall way. Fate was a right bitch making me crave a woman who despised me. And who I had no chance in hell of convincing otherwise.
I took another long pull from the bottle.
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Post by Princess Phreya de la Courcel on Jan 13, 2008 13:43:00 GMT -5
I had contemplated going to the Shahrizai fete and had passed it by unsure of the reaction I would get. But there was a longing for some thing I couldn't quite grasp.
Either way I was looking for a good drink and began to walk through the streets of Mont Nuit until settling on the worse whole in the wall I could find. Le Poulet Gauche.
I entered into the establishment and a few eyes turned to me, some of the worse stares I had ever recieved. But I brushed them off and purchased a pitcher of ale from the bar keep before turning to look around me. Who was this? I picked up my mug and my pitcher and moved toward the table that held my distant cousin.
"Well well," I began sitting down at his table and crossing my legs as I leaned back in my chair. "Come here often?"
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 13, 2008 13:59:25 GMT -5
Curvy hips entered my field of view and I followed them up to a decent rack and a slender neck. I knew the face belonging to those breasts too. I'd seen her at a number of Court functions and knew her brother. One of the Shaherizai-Courcel clan. Araya? Renia? No... Damn. Phreya.
"Often enough to know the booze is crap and people like us only come her to slum it." another pull, a soft grimace and I leaned back in my seat as well, mirroring her.
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Post by Princess Phreya de la Courcel on Jan 13, 2008 14:03:16 GMT -5
"Lucky me then." I said watching him as he watched me. I chuckled softly leaning forward slightly pouring my ale and allowing a full view of my breasts. He had already looked at them once and I was sure he'd enjoy another view.
"I've never been here before." I added picking up the mug and taking a sip before leaning back in my chair once more.
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 13, 2008 14:09:12 GMT -5
Of course I checked out her goods again. If a woman was kind enough to display them, I would be gentleman enough to look. Not bad, not bad. Still hadn't seen Shona's, but they looked firm and high enough to entertain.
"Hmm, why do I doubt that? People don't come here for the food, or the booze. And generally not for the company either. So they has to be a reason, or your bluffing." Not the smartest thing to be saying to her, but I really didn't care at the moment. I could still feel Juliette's hand under mine and it was aggravating.
I wanted to feel so much more.
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Post by Princess Phreya de la Courcel on Jan 13, 2008 14:12:57 GMT -5
"Well I didn't come for the drink." I said chuckling again. It was the company indeed that I was seeking, but I didn't want to say that out loud at the moment. "But I wasn't bluffing, I've never been before." I took a sip of ale, it was crap for certain, but drinkable. "I've no ability to bluff."
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 13, 2008 14:26:48 GMT -5
"Always a useful thing to know. My advice; don't play games of chance with me then. I'd be delighted to take your money." I swirled the amber liquid in my bottle and studied her through narrowed eyes. She'd evaded my question. How very interesting. Maybe the Princess liked to slum it. I could just see her taking home a rough and tumble man and wrapping lily white thighs around him in her scented boudoir.
The Lady liked her naughty.
"So why are you here, love? Must be an interesting reason." Another swig of uisge found it's way down my throat.
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Post by Princess Phreya de la Courcel on Jan 13, 2008 14:31:09 GMT -5
I chuckled softly taking one more drink of ale. "I'm here for..." I began reaching up and taping a finger onto my chin. "Fun?" I said giving him a wry smile. "I recently missed out on a family event and its made me itch for something." I wondered if he knew of what I spoke about and watched him study me. I could tell the look in his eyes, the lust. Perhaps I'd found what I had been seeking after all.
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 13, 2008 14:37:25 GMT -5
"Fun? This hardly seems the place a lady would go for 'fun'. You do have an interesting definition of the word." I kicked my feet up on an empty chair next to her, slouching indolently.
"Where else have you been to find your fun?" Read, would I take her somewhere and fuck her? Maybe. Hadn't decided yet. She certainly looked nothing like the object of my obsession and that was a small blessing. I only liked fainting maidens when there was a challenge in it. Phreya was no fainting maiden.
Decisions, decisions.
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Post by Princess Phreya de la Courcel on Jan 13, 2008 14:46:08 GMT -5
"Lady?" I asked raising my brows as he slouched in his chair. "You've obviously never spent any time with me." I teased taking a long sip of ale while watching him.
"You find fun where you make it." I added crossing an arm across my chest but under my breast plumping them up. "Tell me Reese," I continued. "Is this going to be one of the cat and mouse games where you chase me and I feign embarassment. Or should we just skip to the drunken sex?"
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 13, 2008 15:03:12 GMT -5
I did so love a woman who was forthright about her desires. But I hated being a sure bet.
"Well Phreya. That would be a tempting idea if both of us were drunk. I'd so hate to be taken advantage of in my inebriated state." I snorted softly into my drink again and took another slug. Finally! I started to feel numb in my extremities.
The touch of Juliette's skin was fading at last. I almost regretted it, wished it would linger just a little longer.
Nonsense! I needed to exorcise these thoughts with a lusty round of hide the sausage. Juliette was an infatuation, nothing more. Phreya would do more than nicely.
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Post by Princess Phreya de la Courcel on Jan 13, 2008 15:08:12 GMT -5
I smiled and placed the mug to my lips tipping the cup back and drinking down the ale in slow but full gulps till the liquid was gone. I poured another mug of ale and looked up at Reese before doing that same to this mug as I had done to the last. Two full mugs of ale in only moments. That would forsure do it.
"Do you want the chase cousin?" I asked placing the mug down and shifting so that I leant forward, my elbows on my knees, chest thrust forward.
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 13, 2008 15:13:18 GMT -5
"Cousin? I think there are far too many bloodlines between yours and mine for that to apply." I stood, circled the table swiftly and jerked her to her feet. Fuck the chase. I wanted oblivion. And if I couldn't find it in a bottle, I'd find it between her thighs, at least for a few seconds.
"Make sure you want this. I'm not inclined to play nice with my prey. Especially not tonight." I gripped the fragile bones of her wrist almost cruelly. If she didn't say yes, I'd have to start a brawl. Fighting of fucking was the only cure for my malady.
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Post by Princess Phreya de la Courcel on Jan 13, 2008 15:19:35 GMT -5
I chuckled softly at his comment, it was true, there were really no blood ties between us. But by marrige there were a few and in truth we were kin by that. I stood with his tug a wry smile still on my face.
"If I protest will you promise to make it hurt." I teased bitting my lower lip. "Cousin?"
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 13, 2008 15:26:45 GMT -5
I dropped her wrist as if scalded. Never, in my life with all the women I'd bedded had it been rape. Not even force. Charm yes, persuasion. But never when a lady said no and meant it.
"No. I may be many things, may have done even more, but never have I taken a woman who didn't want me just as much in return. So if that's the game you want, find other company; I won't play, Princess." I flopped down in my seat again and took a long drink.
Fucking masochists. Never played straight. Probably why I avoided them. 'yes' should mean yes, 'no' , no. With masochist, 'no' meant 'do me now'.
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Post by Princess Phreya de la Courcel on Jan 13, 2008 15:34:42 GMT -5
I laughed and folded my arms as he slumped in his chair. "You are a bit of a child aren't you." I said raising a brow to him. "You want to control, but not. You want me to play but not any games." I leaned forward placing a hand on the table and my other hand on his thigh.
"You want to give into your lust, but you want it to mean something to me." I watched him. "Who are you running away from? Or is this just Reese the dark prince at his best."
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 13, 2008 17:04:58 GMT -5
My head lolled on the back of my chair and I looked pointedly at her hand on my thigh. "Sod off. Who I'm running from 'ent for you to know. If I fancied a chat I wouldn't be here, I'd be at confession in Temple." I took another pull.
"Wanted a fight or a fuck, not twenty questions and 'bag the Valerian'." I mumbled into the bottle.
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Post by Princess Phreya de la Courcel on Jan 13, 2008 19:31:08 GMT -5
"Ooo, grumpy aren't we." I said still letting my hand on his thigh.
"Then lets fight." I said giving a wry smile. "And I was simply observing the obvious contradictions in your acts. No need to go and get all snippy with me."
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 13, 2008 20:34:54 GMT -5
I laughed, couldn't help myself. "I rather doubt you'd want to fight. Somehow I don't think you'd like to be smashed in the face. I brawl with fists not words." Idly I rubbed my jaw, remembering the last time I'd taken a blow. It hadn't been fun, but then again, I'd deserved it. Usually did.
"Since we're not friends, I find no need to cater to your delicate sensibilities. As for a contradiction, I am one. I like to swindle, but hate when I am. I like willing partners, not mind games, and if ascertaining a woman's willingness is contrary, then so be it. Better than finding oneself up on charges of rape because of a misunderstanding. And tonight, that distinction needs to be very, very clear."
I contemplated moving her hand off my thigh, but rather liked it's warm weight. Pity it was attached to her and not another. What I wouldn't give to have Juliette touch me willingly. I closed my eyes, remembering how she'd flinched away from my touch.
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Post by Princess Phreya de la Courcel on Jan 13, 2008 22:50:02 GMT -5
I hummed a response of understanding, if one could call it understanding. "Is that the problem?" I asked curiously leaning back and finding my seat once more. "You're afraid I'll cry wolf and mean it?" I raised a brow and filled my mug half way with ale and drank it all down.
"Alright, no games. If that's your desire." I said after placing the mug down. "I'm not interested in courting, nor is this some sort of experiment for my kindliness." I raised a brow running my tongue over the top of my lip to catch a smattering of liquid. "Unless thats not enough for you."
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 13, 2008 23:26:22 GMT -5
I pinned her with my gaze, forcing sober thoughts through the uisge buzz. "I want an uncomplicated lay. I want a few seconds of oblivion before I'm forced to shovel the shite that is my life once more. If you can handle that, I'll throw in a little slap and tickle to make it worth your wile." I finished the contents of my bottle, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth.
"If you want more than a rough fuck, go to Mandrake." frankly I didn't care if she took me up or not at this point. I'd spend the night tossing off if I had to to get my moment of oblivion.
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Post by Princess Phreya de la Courcel on Jan 13, 2008 23:28:52 GMT -5
I laughed and stood.
"I'm game." I said with a bit of a shrug. "I promise I won't cause problems." I raised my hand as if pledging my life to it. "Besides, I'm curious at your reputation."
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 13, 2008 23:41:00 GMT -5
I tossed a few coins on the table for the bar wench and stood as well. They had a few 'rooms' to let on an hourly rate. No doubt the mattresses were stained and pest ridden, but I honestly had no need of a bed for what I wanted from Phreya. A wall or door would do. I took her wrist back in my grip, ignoring her little vow.
I almost didn't care anymore, and the uisge was doing it's work well. Too much longer and I'd be good for nothing.
"What have you heard? I'll let you know if it's true or not." My reputation was not undeserved. A fact I was strangely proud of.
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Post by Princess Phreya de la Courcel on Jan 13, 2008 23:43:56 GMT -5
I almost grinned uncontrollably as he took hold of me once more.
"That you're a beast in the sack." I said, a devilish smile plastered on my face. "And that you're...quite thick." A bit of a girlish snicker left me unbidden but I held back what I could.
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 14, 2008 16:56:08 GMT -5
I tugged her behind me as we wended past the crowded tables and to the bar. I flipped the barkeep behind it a silver ducat and jerked my head toward the stairs leading upstairs. I knew the man well enough, couldn't remember his name to save my blackened soul, but knew he had a tell a blind man could read when playing faro.
He caught the ducat easily and held up three fingers on his right hand. The third room on the right was decent enough, decadent even as it was the only one with a small fireplace in it. Mmm, maybe I'd press her down on hands and knees in front of it and take her that way.
I headed for the stairs before I answered her.
"Only when the mood takes me. I'm more than a one trick pony when it comes to bed games. As for the other..." I drug her close on the steps, placing her hand over my stiffening erection. "That one's all true. I'd be happy to let you get personally acquainted with it." I hated giggly women and knew the perfect way to gag her.
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Post by Princess Phreya de la Courcel on Jan 14, 2008 22:00:03 GMT -5
I ignored the looks of passerby's as Reese tugged me along in quickened pace, I didn't really care what people thought. Court tended to come up with its own rumours no matter what you did.
When his hand pulled me forward and my finger tips touched his growing manhood, well I thought I had wet myself right there.
"Yes please." I replied eagerly though in a low lusty tone.
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 14, 2008 23:21:44 GMT -5
"Good." i grunted out. We finished climbing the stairs and I led her down the dingy hallway to the right door. The door banged open when I put a booted foot to the bottom, smacking against the wall and slowly swinging back. I dragged her into the room and slammed the door shut the rest of the way.
Roughly I pinned her against the newly closed door. It was simple enough to throw the bolt. Much as I loved sex, I didn't like audiences. I wasn't a performing monkey. My hands gripped her hips tightly, slowly sliding up her rib cage to her breasts.
"I could spend hours worshiping your body with my hands and my tongue. But you've caught me on a bad day. Still, something tells me you will like being pressed against this door and roughly shagged just as well. Or am I wrong?" I leaned in close, tracing nipping kisses along the column of her throat to her ear.
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Post by Princess Phreya de la Courcel on Jan 16, 2008 16:10:36 GMT -5
We were quickly in the room and before I had much of a chance to say anything I was pinned against the door, Reese's mouth and hand groping at me. Well I wasn't here for love making, rough and hard was what I wanted.
"As you will my lord." I replied in an almost teasing fashion, though I had little interest in talking at this momment. My hands went to his shoulders as one leg lifted wrapping around his waist.
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Post by Prince Reese de Somerville on Jan 23, 2008 10:24:11 GMT -5
Somehow, her teasing compliance sent anger rippling through me. It was unnerving, but too much booze, and too much frustrated desire coursed through me to stop now. Not when the touch of Juliette's skin still haunted me.
I pushed her leg down, spun her to face the door, slowly enough for her to put her hands up if she willed and not smack her face against the wood. Firmly, one hand held the back of her neck while the other unlaced her gown. I wanted her naked, on her knees before me while I was fully clothed. Roughly I bared the smooth skin of her back.
"Yes, this is definitely how I will it right now." I growled against her neck.
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