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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Aug 21, 2007 12:05:42 GMT -5
Prior to the arrival of the day of the wedding I had sent the package to Valerian that contained Douleur’s attire. There was also a note stating she was to go without shoes. Her clothes were made entirely of soft black leather and contained up a pair of breeches with a thong to lace the fly. They were cut to hug curves and taper at the ankle. The top had a lace up front it and barely covered her bosom leaving large expanses of skin exposed. The last item was a matching black collar set with D-rings in front and back.
My own attire was similar in its own way, breeches, and a shirt to match all in black and in soft leather as well. I had on a matching well worn pair of boots and a crimson ribbon tied my hair back. And the final affect was a belt that held a silver snap on each end that would fit nicely to the rings in Douleur’s collar if I was inclined.
Thus I saddled my irritable buckskin and went to Valerian. I left him with the stable lad with the usual warning that he bites. Then made my way into Valerian to patiently await the arrival of my appointed adept for the festivities though my thoughts did turn to Julie without bidding and I felt my heart constrict a little sadly there were parts of me she was not equipped to handle. At least Douleur had a reddish cast to her hair and that made me smile.
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Aug 21, 2007 12:49:36 GMT -5
I looked at myself in the mirror, and then closed my eyes. It wasn't that I didn't like the way I looked, the outfit was flattering, but not for a wedding.
Damn Shahrizai, a curse upon their entire house.
I had left my hair loose, knowing it would cover some of my shame at having to appear like this at a wedding, and made my way downstairs to where Gadleon would be waiting.
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Aug 21, 2007 13:40:51 GMT -5
Douleur looked delicious and very unhappy. That of course made me very pleased as I watched her through my hooded gaze. I did not say a word simply detached the belt I wore and attached the other end to her collar and gave a little tug as we headed toward the stables and the waiting buckskin.
Once I had taken the reigns and cupped the unruly beast at least three times for trying to bite both her and I, I peered back over my shoulder at her. And I decided to revise my plans. Why I cannot say except that mayhap the influence of another redhead had made me less harsh. I detached the lead and replaced it as a belt around my waist and sighed.
“I am not sure why I am relenting on this but I have a gown for you to slip over that when we arrive. Though it is black and matches me while I have no intention of changing my clothing. The color scheme I realize is irreverent for a wedding and that is part of the intent of all of this. Elua’s balls that is pretty much the intent people talking even scandalously makes an impression. Do you understand?”
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Aug 21, 2007 15:50:16 GMT -5
His words helped ease the unhappiness I was feeling. Well, that and the collar..what a delicious feeling that was to be on someone's lead.
"I don't have any black gowns, my lord," I said truthfully. I raised my head slightly, though still kept my eyes downcast. "This is fine, my lord."
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Aug 21, 2007 16:06:07 GMT -5
I did not say anything nor mention the bundle strapped to the back of the buckskin. “I know and you cannot ride either.” With that I reached out and gripped the collar and gave her a sharp jerk to me. Then before she could even register that swept her body up and sat her astride my skittish and dancing mount.
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Aug 21, 2007 22:05:56 GMT -5
Any worries about my clothes vanished as I was suddenly atop his horse. Biting my lips so as not to cry out and scare it, I grabbed the saddle, trying desperately to just not fall off.
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Aug 21, 2007 22:14:29 GMT -5
I let her cling to the horn of the saddle a moment while the buckskin pranced. I soon swung up behind Douleur and settled in with easy comfort. My pelvis and chest pressed to her back and behind. My arms circling her as I picked up the reigns and took control of the beast. "I got you" I whispered softly into her ear with a hot breath. "Your as safe with me as a babe in its mothers arms you just have to trust."
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Aug 21, 2007 22:54:05 GMT -5
Gratefully, I relaxed back against him, taking cues from the movements of his body for how to move my own.
"I trust you, my lord," I said softly.
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Aug 21, 2007 22:59:24 GMT -5
I squeezed the horse with my knees and set him off on his bobbing gait between our thighs as I held her close and kept her centered. "Good, we shall see if I make you question that trust before the event is over." My arms circled her body just above the hip as she was cradled against me in just the right way to get one thinking about ridding.
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Aug 21, 2007 23:33:03 GMT -5
I found it was much easier if I didn't think about riding and concentrated on him instead. I let myself relax a little more, moving with him. The air was chill on my bare skin, and I nestled against him a little further.
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Aug 22, 2007 6:06:32 GMT -5
She was trying to relax I could tell but was still not quite there. We also had a long ride and I was working on demonstrating that I am not the typical Shahrizai. I held the reigns in one hand whilst my other snuck to her exposed midriff and began tracing soft patterns along the edges of her garments both upper and lower. The sneaky little finger even exploring her exposed navel.
My legs and hips held her snug to my body shielding her from the wear of the saddle with my flesh though she was bearing down on a few of my more sensitive parts. I spoke softly near her ear letting my breath blow her hair there. "So tell me about yourself Douleur. Have you ever know aught but Valerian? What shall you do when your marque is made?"
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Aug 22, 2007 11:03:59 GMT -5
His breath was hot against my skin and I couldn't help but tilt my head towards it slightly.
"I didn't go to Valerian until I was ten," I answered. "My family lives in the City and I was there until then. As for after my marque is made, I do not know, my lord."
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Aug 22, 2007 11:50:49 GMT -5
“I see” I kissed her neck then as we continued to ride and let my thoughts wander a bit. “Well, I will see what I can do toward helping you make that sooner rather than later. I shall owe you for the aid in this little endeavor.”
And soon we were nearing the site of the wedding. But before we got too close I figured it was time to address the bundle tied to the buckskin’s rump. Thus I stopped him in a small copse of trees and swung to the ground. Then letting the reigns fall to ground tie I held my arms open to Douleur so she could use me to steady and dismount.
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Aug 22, 2007 17:54:53 GMT -5
I had been so focused on him and not falling off, that the hour's ride seem to go quickly. Then I realized we weren't as close as I thought, but we were stopping anyway.
He got down and I gripped the saddle again. As gracefully as I could, which wasn't as much as I would as hoped, I leaned down into his arms and slid from the saddle, grateful when my bare feet touched the ground.
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Aug 22, 2007 19:29:23 GMT -5
I caught her about the waist and lightly helped her lower herself. Though the press of her body and the call of our intertwined natures made me hold onto her a bit longer. I gazed down into her eyes and caught my breath a bit as I was feeling that string between us pull much like I had when I first selected her. My finger tip slowly tracing her spine as I momentarily forgot why I had stopped in the first place.
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Aug 22, 2007 19:59:55 GMT -5
I moaned low, wanting filling me as his finger moved along my spine. His gaze caught and held me again, a flush of desire rising to my skin.
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Aug 22, 2007 20:05:52 GMT -5
I traced back the other direction down her spine and leaned in kissing her very softly then giving her lower nip a sharp bite though not quite hard enough to draw blood as that load stone attraction and my nature overcame me. But then I managed to lean my head back, close my eyes, and draw a ragged breath. There was a reason I stopped here a very good reason if I could just recall it.
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Aug 22, 2007 22:58:10 GMT -5
My hands gripped at his chest as he kissed me, that kiss I had been aching for. Too short though, oh gods, I wanted more.
I whimpered when he pulled away. I knew my eyes were filled with my desire, as I trembled slightly against him.
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Aug 23, 2007 5:26:58 GMT -5
I felt her fingers grip at my chest and like the serpent I am I struck. My lips flew back to hers and I kissed her hard and deep my tongue stabbing into her mouth and my teeth pressing in hard enough to split her lip slightly as our heated bodies crushed together in raw urgency. In the back of my mind I knew I was reaching a point where I was no longer in control or even close to it.
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Aug 23, 2007 11:49:27 GMT -5
Willingly, I surrendered to his kiss, letting him plunder my mouth while at the same time inviting him to do more. The leather of my outfit felt confining suddenly, far more than it had before. I wanted to feel his hand on my bare skin, I wanted to taste his flesh. I wanted to hear him cry out with release as I pleased him.
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Aug 23, 2007 13:17:38 GMT -5
Our lips separated and my mouth nearly immediately found her neck teeth digging in sharply but not quite hard enough to draw blood. My finger nails latched onto the exposed flesh at the small of her back in a similar manner as she surely felt it, but it would not be marking and would quickly fade. My phallus was aching in my leather breeches and pressed tight to her body. I wanted to devour her.
But at last I forced my lips away from her and murmured “I cannot mark you before the wedding it would look bad even for my kind.” I shiver wracked my body as I let my forehead rest against hers the near curse of Kushiel’s blood pounding incessantly in my ears.
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Aug 23, 2007 19:17:11 GMT -5
"Let me taste you, my lord," I pleaded in low whisper. My hands drifted downward, hovering over the ties of his breeches but making no move to undo them until he gave me permission. "I want to please you."
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Aug 23, 2007 20:22:42 GMT -5
I drew a deep and ragged breath "Alright you may."
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Aug 23, 2007 22:28:29 GMT -5
A sound of gratitude tore from me as I sank to my knees. My fingers made quick work of the ties and his breeches were loose. Before I drew him out though, I leaned forward and kissed the shape of him through the material of his breeches.
Then, I drew him out, a moan of wanting coming from me as I kissed his tip.
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Aug 23, 2007 22:33:31 GMT -5
She lowered herself to her knees before me and thankfully the buckskin stayed at ground tie. A small moan of pleasure escaped my as she kissed the outline of me through my breeches. Then she drew the hard length of my phallus free and I looked down meeting her gaze with raw heat. My fingers tangled in her hair and my length quivered against her lips as she kissed my tip. The barest hint of my seed lingering at my crown and sticking to her lips.
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Aug 23, 2007 22:59:22 GMT -5
My tongue flicked out, capturing the drop of him that clung to my lips, I moaned again as the flavor of him just barely skimmed across my tongue.
Parting my lips, I wrapped them around his phallus, sucking hard as I drew him into my mouth. My hand curled around his base as my tongue caressed the underside of his rigid flesh.
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Aug 23, 2007 23:02:57 GMT -5
As her warm mouth engulfed me I let out a groan. My fingers tightening in her hair as I felt her tongue deftly caress the underside of my rigid flesh and her hand encircle my base. My hips subtly lifting to slip more of my length within the confines of her lips even as I felt myself swell with building desire.
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Aug 23, 2007 23:22:17 GMT -5
Using all the skills I had learned and developed, I began to move my mouth along his length as I performed the languishment. My tongue caressed his flesh as my mouth moved and I sucked at him in hard pulses, seeking his release with singular focus.
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Aug 24, 2007 1:54:25 GMT -5
Her skill was incredibly accomplished and it did not take long before I felt my body drawing up and my legs quivering a scant moment before starts danced before my eyes and my vision clouded. A soft gasp escaping me at the same time I released my seed. Her talent at the languishment nearly bringing me to my knees.
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Post by Douleur nó Shahrizai on Aug 24, 2007 10:57:56 GMT -5
Swallowing fast, I drank down every drop not releasing him from my mouth until I was certain I had got it all. I moaned low as his phallus slipped from my lips.
Pressing my forehead against his thigh, I told him, "Thank you."
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