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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on May 11, 2009 21:54:22 GMT -5
"That could be quite a plan," I agreed. "Though what of your duties, Lord Ambassador? Would not your people languish for want of your attention?"
My words were a tease, as were my actions; I wriggled slightly to run my breasts across his chest, then with a playful little movement I seated myself across his lap, my thin and delicate arms meeting behind his neck and likely his thoughts moving to more enticing portions of me. "The winters here can be somewhat cool though. Horses tire more easily, and so do hunters."
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Post by Malzane d'Essoms (I) on May 11, 2009 22:35:50 GMT -5
"My duties..." I furrowed my brow. "...I have a man that I can trust with my duties, with naught more than a letter."
I looked out from hooded eyes, tilting my head back up to take in what was now plainly evident in my face. "And I am quickly finding more and more reason to stay through the winter." I rested both of my hands on either of her hips, caressing softly with my fingers. "I will work the horse as part of its training and I think you will find that this hunter's stamina is well above others."
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on May 11, 2009 22:43:54 GMT -5
Our second meeting and he was already throwing off the shackles of duty and professing his prowess- all traits I could appreciate in a man. "It is easy to say such things when you don't know exactly what the competition may be," I whispered, my nails scraping his cheek lightly and feeling his skin prickle beneath my touch as his eyes grew more intense.
Following the lines of his face I caressed over his neck, more of my body resting against him as I let my weight settle, grinding subtly over parts of him I thought would enjoy the attention greatly. "Perception is backed by proof, is it not?"
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Post by Malzane d'Essoms (I) on May 11, 2009 23:00:23 GMT -5
I loosed a low musical laugh. "Sirena, though it is much easier to say than do, I find that I rarely have problems living up to expectations. I need not know the competition because to me, there is none." I believed everything that I said, and it would show in eyes and posture. I wasn't conceited, just right.
The slight grind made me smile, I ran both hands up either side of her body, brushing the sides of her breasts with my fingertips before moving up over her shoulders. "Yes, it is, but I thought that perception via eyes was faulty?"
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on May 11, 2009 23:08:57 GMT -5
His body yielded a bit further and I brought more of my weight down slowly. "Who said I intended to use my eyes?" I asked, gaze flashing with the blue steel of my blood- oceans and winds and lapis all put to shame with the color of them. "I perceive with a wider variety of senses than that."
Smiling sweetly enough to bare my teeth a bit I arched into his hand's paths over my body, my hands leaving their rounds to wind over his chest, feeling the shape of it through his shirt; at his nipples I pressed a bit more firmly and scraped with my nail to judge his response. The scent of him was growing stronger as well, his voice dropping- and that told me more than his visual features. Oh, he wanted- and if he paid attention to the subtle cues he'd notice how deeply I did as well.
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Post by Malzane d'Essoms (I) on May 11, 2009 23:28:52 GMT -5
A soft grunt escaped me as I could feel her so close yet worlds apart. "You raise a good point." I said my eyes full of mischief, not quite acknowledging the double entendre. "I would always expect you to view with more than your eyes."
I arched into her own touch with a smile filled with pleasure. I could feel the sensuality radiating from her. The desire. I had to know these things and I was more than happy to feel them from her. "I am sure that your touch is sensing a great deal now, but the other senses pick up much more than all of that.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on May 12, 2009 7:57:44 GMT -5
"The sensation of touch extends across the entire body- it is not limited to the hands," I said with a more sensual smile. "You are tense with something- I can feel it. The tones of your voice, the scent of desire rising from your skin; they are all indicators that prove I know of what I speak. The last senses that most perceive is taste- perhaps that will provide further indication."
My hands kept their caress down over his ribs and to the waistband of his pants and back up as my mouth went to his neck and I sucked at the skin just below his ear. Between suckles I licked the skin held taut in my mouth, pressing closer against him for the pleasure my own machinations caused me and I released his skin with a moan I hoped would set him alight.
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Post by Malzane d'Essoms (I) on May 15, 2009 1:37:48 GMT -5
A huntress, a temptress, and at this very moment in time, mine. If such a wild thing could ever be considered to belong to anybody or anything. "Tense..." I uttered, the words merely an accompaniment to the breath I exhaled. "...I could fully understand that, and honestly I hardly even feel it anymore." I was rambling. Only slightly, but still rambling. "Constant stress only allows one to truly know when they are tense only after they are relaxed." I licked my lips slowly, tilting my head back somewhat. I thought that I had control of myself, for the most part, but I should have known better. It was that moan. That purely visceral sound that a person emits only when in the throes of something so entirely that they no longer know who or what they are.
Of course, she could just be very well practiced. Even knowing this I could feel the rush of blood throughout my body. Could feel the heat as it radiated from me uncontrolled. I still knew who I was and what I wanted, but this emotion, raw and untested. It was palpable.
"And what do your lips tell you?" I asked in a low, husky voice.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on May 15, 2009 16:05:02 GMT -5
"Of sweet flavors lying just under the skin," I said even as I savored the tastes that rolled across my tongue, blending perfectly with the warm, lusty scent of his skin, the controlled husky notes of his voice and the feeling of his body responding more fully where it rested against my own. "The pulse of blood and writhing flesh that would be so easy to reach provided we were in the right situation."
Laughing seductively I ran my fingernails up and over his scalp with one hand, the other slipping between two buttons on his shirt to stroke the bare skin there and waiting for the delicious reaction. Tossing my head slightly to both bring my hair out of the way and expose the soft skin of my own neck I brought my tongue to his lips, licking over the upper one, teasing him toward action.
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Post by Malzane d'Essoms (I) on May 31, 2009 1:28:29 GMT -5
"Hm. Sweet, but of late I think of a more bitter taste than that." I responded with only half a heart. Her next sentence somewhat stunned me though I forced my body to remain slack. "Right situation..." I started, drawing a slow, deliberate breath. "...I'm of the mind that a 'right situation' must be made. Coerced, even..." I flashed her a somewhat fearsome look, the deep ocean of my eyes shining with fire. Only a moment before I repressed it.
Even just the touch of her caused that lightning like tingle coursing through me. A suppressed shudder ran through me, and when her tongue found my lips it was like a silken explosion coursing through me. I didn't hesitate in the least and seized her lips with my own, catching her lower lip between my teeth. As I did so I held my eyes open, looking her in the eyes.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on May 31, 2009 10:45:26 GMT -5
He responded, but then the words seemed to sink in; his eyes flashed with either anger or fear and a had to very carefully repressed a laugh at the reaction. Perhaps he was realizing that I was not as soft as my tone, my bite was truly sharper than my bark as he'd wondered earlier.
Then, his body shook for a moment- the sensation of something within his mind and body shifting, freeing itself from its bonds. Beautiful freedom- it brought a smile of unsurpassed sweetness and anticipation to my face. Then, the touch of his teeth to my lips made me gasp a bit in surprise, my eyes meeting his own blazing ones with all of my Shahrizai piercing intensity. My gaze spoke of the possibilities of pleasure and the promise of pain reciprocated for pain- I was no one's lapdog any more than a hound trained to hunt could be. Slyly I flickered my tongue over hip upper lip while pulling back a little, my eyes changing to something more desirous. I enjoyed his candor and his spontaneity- and to show that I flicked open one of the buttons of his shirt, my delicate hand able to fit into the spot and able to more fully stroke his chest.
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Post by Malzane d'Essoms (I) on May 31, 2009 20:47:32 GMT -5
Oh yes. She was fierce, strong-willed, and knew how to handle power. On the other hand she was soft, stunning, and smooth as silk. Everything any real D'Angeline could respect in a lover and equal. It was an interesting mix.
Her gasp made me smile inwardly. So she could be surprised, that was refreshing to know. I could see the promises and possibilities in her eyes and it made this that much more enjoyable. I wouldn't even try to break her. There would be no point. If she broke she would lose all of the things that drew me to her. I wouldn't do that to myself, or the world.
I released her lip as I smiled akin to a young boy who had been caught stealing pastries. Mischief and desire flowed freely with no effort to stifle either one.
"My turn..." I stated softly, before leaning forward to taste to skin of her exposed neck. She was either very brave or testing me, as I could see no other reason that she would offer such a vulnerable option to me.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on May 31, 2009 22:13:02 GMT -5
His mouth went to my neck and I let him do so freely, my fingernails stroking his skin as my fingers had only a few moments before- a warning and a reminder of how things could change between us if he decided to push too hard.
The swaying of the carriage grew slower but it bothered me not at all; I would stay here all night if I chose with him beneath me- and that could be completely satisfying. Purring lightly I waited to see what became of the touch of his lips, my breasts pressed closely against his chest.
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Post by Malzane d'Essoms (I) on May 31, 2009 22:26:51 GMT -5
So she could let herself be dominated, even in the small ways. It was an interesting experiment on my part. However, she was letting me know exactly who it was that was in control as I could feel her fingernails. I wouldn't leave any marks on her, at least not in so visible a place as her neck. Love bites always amused me. It showed ownership, in my mind's eye.
I felt the carriage slowing but I couldn't bring myself to care about that. I slowly ran my hands up her back, firm and steady in pace. When my left hand reached the nape of her neck I closed my hand upon the back of her neck in a caress. I smiled a little as my lips traced the elegant path of her neck, down to her collarbone, upon which I started to nibble and nip. I moved slowly toward the hollow of her throat, presented as it was by the graceful lines of her collarbone.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Jun 2, 2009 23:42:11 GMT -5
He was playing with me, tasting me as a cat paws at a mouse- and for now it amused me; I wondered if he feared I could rip his heart out of his chest without a bit of effort. Giggling lightly but with a purr of passion at the bottom of it I arched my back in his grasp, pressing my breasts more fully against his chest and pressing my nails more firmly into his flesh- enough to score but not draw blood, at least not yet. My hips ground down against his own calculatingly, wanting to draw his passion further, seeking stronger reactions.
A slow, sensual smile crossed my mouth, my tongue flickering over his earlobe for a brief moment before my teeth grabbed and pulled gently; I repeated the action over his own neck until I reached the fabric of his shirt and simply decided to nip him through it. The last bite was firmer, more demanding, and I made sure it was something he could certainly feel through his clothing though the fabric didn't tear and his shoulder didn't bleed.
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